The apartment complex was a handful to keep up with especially over the summer. With the added chores of cutting grass and trimming landscaping on the grounds it kept me pretty busy. A couple times the complex management hired a seasonal worker to help keep things up. I began to think maybe I might be able to take this guy under my wing and use his talents to my advantage.
I began to hatch a plot in my mind where if I could get this guy hired to help me I might be able to better predict where and who he would be fucking. He was certainly a stud. By now I had at least fifteen or so videos with him screwing at least 6 or 7 different girls. I’m not sure why he was that popular with the girls but, he certainly knew how to get them to spread their legs.
Somehow I felt if I got him to trust me maybe there was some possibility of me getting some leftover pussy for myself, or the very least some better videos.
Surely there was something he needed and that I could offer. Then it struck me. Most of the encounters involved smoking weed prior to the sex. Maybe, just maybe I could become his source for the dope. I wondered if that might be my way in. I had used pot off and on for many years and knew of places to score some whenever I felt the urge. Along with supplying dope, I could arrange for him to have access to an empty apartment to fuck in. I began to fantasize as to where this could lead. With his steady source of pussy and my connections this could benefit both of us, and maybe he would allow me to video or even participate in some of the sex. Like I said at first these were just passing thoughts, but over the course of a couple weeks a real plan started to formulate in my mind.
When that first apartment finally got rented out, I made sure to make it obvious to this guy that another apartment was now unoccupied by leaving my truck near the other apartment.
When I saw him hanging around the complex with others, I had never bothered to speak or make any effort to be nice to him. But after watching his conquests on video replay I began to make an effort to say “hello” if I came across him on the property. I figured I might actually have to approach him, and I figured to play nice until I had worked out a plan.
This guy’s ability to lure in fresh meat always seemed to amaze me. He went through so many girls that I didn’t think he went steady with any one of them in particular. I think he was just using them for quick sex. This further fueled my fantasy that he might even toss me some of his left-over’s.
In the previous couple years the management company gave in and hired a part time summer helper. Unfortunately it was always someone’s spoiled brat kid. Last year one of the owner’s kids was hired to help me. He was a total waste of skin. The kid wouldn’t break a sweat. He was lazy and never on time.
I began to wonder about suggesting my choice of a helper. This stud guy might just need some cash and it would give me closer access to what he had going on.
One incident that really triggered my need to involve myself with this guy was caught on video. He usually showed up with girls his age. Always willing, and very inexperienced tarts seemed to be his specialty. This one day he shows up with one of our tenants whose is a middle aged married woman. I had known her for several years. Her husband was a truck driver and she had two kids in the local school. Her name was Jill. I was incensed because this was starting to get ridiculous. This kid was now moving in to women that were my age. This broad had never given me a polite hello. Yet here she was getting ready to fuck with a guy that might have been half her age. I wasn’t sure, who was taking advantage of whom here.
The guy knew his way around the female body, and the woman was an excellent cocksucker. I was kind of surprised that that was what all she really wanted. The guy had always just jumped on and fucked the shit out of all his tramps. This time the guy ate this grown woman out first. I was sure from watching the playback on the video that she had enjoyed an intense orgasm. When she recovered she knelt down in front of him and performed a most excellent blowjob on him. When he came, she kept him in her mouth and swallowed his load. When he was finished, she just wiped her mouth with a smile on her face. She topped things off with a deeply passionate kiss.
This was it! I had to get connected with this guy and work my way into some leftover putang.
I sort of planted the idea of summer help in my boss’s ear, and told her I had someone in mind. I didn’t think she cared for the kid we had last year either. She said she would let me know.
I began to seriously try to work out just how this could benefit me. Having supervisory control over this guy’s access to the complex got me thinking of just exactly how to achieve my ultimate goal of getting in on some of his action.
I really needed to actually introduce myself, and find out first if he was even willing to take a job here.
Eventually I ran into him with some others by a parking lot. I knew he was sort of keeping tabs on just where I was working and why. As I approached him, I could tell he got nervous. I think maybe he thought I had discovered what was going on. Anyway, I asked to talk with him alone. He seemed polite enough. He said his name was Ryan. I mentioned that I had seen him around for a while and wondered if he was interested in a summer job at the complex. Mostly outdoor work, but some inside apartment work too. I could tell he was relieved that it wasn’t about what he thought at first.
I told him it was just for the summer and probably minimum wage. I said to think about it and get back with me sometime soon. I left it at that, but I could tell the idea seemed appealing to him.
As I left him I noticed one of the girls with the group was one of the girls on my videos. She was indeed a hot little number. Flaming red hair and cute as a bug face, she had a nice rack beneath the tight top she was wearing. She had the thinnest waist and just the beginnings of curves on her hips. She looked my direction and I smiled back, so as not to seem like a pervert. Little did she know I already had an intimate video of her in “action.”
Eventually my boss got back to me and said it was ok, me choosing someone this year. The next time I saw Ryan he said he was interested and would like to work here. Yes, I thought the first part of my plan was falling into place. I asked him if he knew where my apartment was, and I told him to meet me there next Saturday morning. He would have to just work Saturdays until school was out for the summer.
Our first day went well. Ryan actually showed up on time and did a decent job of raking up the winters’ clutter of leaves and trash around the shrubs. He bagged and cleared a sizeable swath through a couple buildings. We broke for lunch around noon and I figured to treat him at a nearby fast-food joint. This would be my opportunity to get to know him better.
Ryan lived with his mother just a few blocks from the complex. He rarely saw his dad since the divorce. He was a well spoken kid and not a dumb-ass either. When the subject of girls came up I could tell I had hit a nerve. He was just the opposite of what I had been. But the more we talked and traded stories the more I realized just how similar our attitudes about women were the same. Apparently his mother was very domineering and controlling. She disliked the fact that girls just naturally were attracted to her son. I think maybe she thought they would steal away the only man she had left. Ryan said his mother’s reaction to him bringing home any girl was intolerable. Because of her jealous rage, he kept his social life away from her. He seemed to react to this by taking advantage of as many women as he could. We had to get back to work, but this was beginning to work out very well.
We continued working Saturdays together and of course his escapades with the tennet’s daughters and even some other wives continued. I never brought up anything to suggest I knew what was going on. I figured to let things take their course. I did try to steer the conversations towards women and our feelings about them. I never brought it up myself but, each time his feelings about his mother came up, his sexual rage seemed to surface. I tried to let him know I was a “cool” guy. Someone he could trust. I brought up just a little of my own history and frustration with women in general. Many times we strayed into conversation about the unfairness of things. I never had the looks to attract women like he did. But he had a mother who raged against any female companions he tried to have. Life’s a bitch. What are you going to do?
Our relationship developed over the next couple weekends. Then it became a daily thing. Ryan was a good worker, and I began letting him in on more and more jobs inside apartments. We worked well as a team and jobs went quickly. Our conversations continued especially while painting rooms. A lot of our conversations still revolved around girls. I had to make up a lot of stories to keep from looking like a complete looser with women. I didn’t have any doubt about his stories though, having been a witness to many “first hand”. I began to feel Ryan trusted me to be cool about anything. Once we stopped by my place to pick up some tools and he took notice of my computer. He seemed unusually interested in it. He of course, had his own at home, but said his mother made him keep it in the kitchen at all times. She was worried about him getting onto any pornography sites. What a bitch! I frequently used the internet to search porn websites. Our conversation started to get very personal about our sexual likes and fetish’s. I stayed cool about everything and I think he knew he could trust me.
I tried to let him know that he was always welcome to stop by anytime. He knew I did pot on occasions also. I was hoping he would see me as a refuge from his bitch mother’s controlling home life.
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