It started with the word NO.
My name is Bruce, I'm 19 years old, 5 feet 8 inches and 154 pounds. I'm single. Sorry to say I live at home with parents who have a 1950's view on life. I need a job so I can get a place of my own.
"Mom, Dad, I need a car. Can you get me a used one?" I asked. "It'll help to get to job interviews so I can have a life and move out and be on my own."
Laughing my dad Richard said, "You're joking. No. We will not buy you a car." He looked at my mom turned his back on me and said, "Hon, what's for chow?"
After supper I cleaned off the table and went to my room. I got on my laptop and searched the net for help wanted ads. At midnight I discovered an ad for the need of a handyman at a small apartment complex, 'Westside Retreat'.
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The next morning, after a short interview, I was the new handyman at a 55-year-old and over complex of thirty apartment units. I also was offered an apartment if I took a five dollar per hour decrease in pay. The unit I would live in is completely furnished including pots, pans, and linens. Not having a car, getting out from under my parents, I took the apartment, and five dollar decrease in pay. Any major repairs that were needed will be handled by professionals like an electrician or plumber.
After the second week I was there I met just about everyone living in the complex. Living there I had use of the common room used for small gatherings. Bingo games every Friday night, Thursday night card playing and watching the large screen television for football games. Of the thirty units twenty-two were filled by married couples. The eight remaining were single males.
James, at sixty-six years old was a talkative good-looking man at six feet tall and about two hundred pounds. He hung around the common area often at night and sometimes had one or two of his friends over to his apartment for a visit, all male. Every time we would see each other, he would say, "Bruce, I'm in unit 19. Come on over anytime. Have a beer or something." He always winked after the word something.
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Sally, the office manager who has been at the complex since it opened twenty years ago, paged me on the intercom.
I walked in the office and asked, "What's up Sally? I hope it's not a clogged-up shitter again."
"No, the Banks apartment in number 21 has a problem with the stove. One burner is not working." She handed me the work order. "Mrs. Banks is visiting her sick sister, and her husband may have screwed up stove or doesn't know how to use it."
"Not a problem. I got it covered." I got my toolbox and went to the second floor and found number 21, rang the doorbell, and waited with a smile on my face.
After twenty seconds the door was opened by a short baldheaded man dressed in a blue terry clothed robe that fell just to the top of his knees showing off his well-tanned hairless legs. A good looking and in shape guy closed the door after I entered the home.
"Mr. Banks, I'm Bruce the maintenance man." I put out my hand to shake his. "You do know you have to be over 55 to live here, right." He looked more like forty than fifty-five.
"Bruce, thank you but no tip." He shook my hand firmly and said, "The stove isn't working right, one of the top burners doesn't get hot like the others." We walking through the well-furnished living room to the kitchen.
I followed him to the eat-in kitchen and placed my toolbox in front of the stove. As I turned to face him, I noticed he had loosened the belt of his robe, and more skin could be seen. My cock twitched in my jeans that surprised me. I did watch porn on the internet and got hadrons watching the girls suck cock wishing I were getting that blow job but not from seeing a naked guy.
He moved closer to me and the stove while pointing to the rear burner. "That one doesn't get hot." He looked at me and smiling said, "Not really hot." He placed his hand next to mine and said, "Go ahead turn me... I mean, turn it on."
I turned the knob on high and waited for it to get red hot, which didn't.
"Mr. Banks, did you move anything while cleaning the stove? Maybe fool around with the burners?"
"Bruce, please call me Allen," he said smiling while playing with the belt of his robe. "My wife has been gone for a week, and I did clean the top. Some sauce boiled over and I had a big mess." His robe opened more, showing must of his upper leg.
I turned the rear burner knob to the off position and looked at him. "Allen did you remove the stove top burners when you cleaned?" My dick got harder seeing the robe opened more and his bare thigh was only inches away from my body. I never had thoughts of fooling around with a guy. But Allan had some weird effect on me or not having been with a chick for over ten months had something to do with it. Right now, he looked sexy to me. I think he was making a play for me. Was he just horny because his wife was gone or did, he like cock too?
