In This Together

In This Together
By Greg



Some people might call me a pervert. Others would say I should be locked up and the key thrown away. They might be right given the things I’ve done. But you know what, life hasn’t been to fair with me either. Growing up I wasn’t a good looking. My ears stuck out and my nose was too big. I had bad acne. I always felt awkward in school. No girl would give me even a chance for a date. Most often, I was the kid everyone made fun of. I even had doubts about if I should become gay or not. I never felt like I would get a girl. I always found myself looking at some of the other guys in school wishing I could be like them.

Over time I grew even shyer around girls. Always feeling rejected left me with an attitude against normal interactions with girls. Later on I was so desperate that I even tried to hire a prostitute. That didn’t go well at all. It turned out the woman was an undercover cop and I got arrested. The whole thing was very embarrassing and the bitch judge wasn’t the least interested in my side of things. In the end it just cost me a lot of money to put it all behind me. That seemed to further fuel my rage against women in general.

After graduation from school I sort of fell into the one thing I could do well. That was fixing things. Just about any problem around a house or building I could repair. That’s how I landed this job. My name is Mike. I am a maintenance man responsible for a rather large apartment complex. I take care of the grounds, the apartments and any other issues that are pushed on to me. The company I work for has a female manager, my boss who does all the leasing and rent collection. I just get the problems passed down to me.

As part of my pay package I was given one of the apartment units to live in. Of course it was one of the most undesirable ones. The unit was way in the back near the garbage bins. There was also the noise from the highway right out in front. I think the idea was that I would be available for emergency repairs because I was on site. This works alright because if I get hot or dirty I can stop in and grab a quick shower or eat lunch at home. Overall it is an ok arrangement.

This all started a while back, when I noticed one of our empty apartment units was being broken-in to. I was in there, cleaning making repairs and repainting it to get it ready for a new tenant. I started noticing things being moved around. Nothing would be damaged or taken, but I could tell someone had been there after I had left for the day. There was an old sofa left in the unit and a couple items I had left on it had been moved.

At first I thought it might be the complex manager checking up on me. But I knew that she usually left for the day earlier. The door didn’t seem “forced” and I knew, I had left it locked. We weren’t in the greatest neighborhood, so I always locked up behind me especially if I was leaving some of my tools behind.

I couldn’t watch the place all the time since I lived way on the other side of the complex. But I had a plan.

A friend of mine who worked at a security company had sold me a device that I had used on a couple previous occasions. It looked just like a normal smoke detector but it contained a video camera unit inside. It was battery powered and I could stick it to a wall and it transmitted a signal to a second recording unit. It was motion activated so whenever anyone was moving around in front of it, it would turn on and record. As long as I placed the recording receiver within about a hundred feet or so it would pick up the video signal and record it

I choose not to mention anything about the break-ins as yet to the complex manager, since nothing was being taken or damaged. I figured to try to just get some evidence of what was going on. The recording device had a date and time stamp feature for figuring out just when these intrusions were happening.

The next day I brought it with me. Before I left for the day, I temporarily mounted the camera device on the wall in the room which seemed to be getting the most things moved around. The fake smoke detector was kind of old and faded looking. This worked well to deter someone from stealing it, and it sort of blended in that way. I stashed the recorder unit in the attic access above that apartment unit. The receiver part recorded directly to a flash drive so there were no moving parts or things that could go wrong with it.

When I returned the next day, sure enough I could tell someone had been in the apartment again. I had put a couple items in specific spots and I could tell someone had moved them again.

I found my receiving unit and pulled the flash drive. I took it back to my apartment and plugged it into my computer and played the footage it had captured.

I don’t know how he got in, but the camera started recording when a young man that I recognized from the neighborhood walked into the room. He was leading a girl. I knew the girl too. She was a daughter of one of our tenants from one of the other buildings. I wasn’t sure what was going on at first. They were talking to each other. All I had was the video with no sound. They sort of just stood around for a moment then the girl cleared a spot on the couch. She sat down and they were still talking when the guy pulled a joint from his shirt pocket. He lit it up and took a hit from the weed. The girl held out her hand obviously wanting her turn. They traded the joint back and forth several times. Then the guy sat down next to the girl.

So this was what it was all about, using a vacant apartment to smoke weed. I was just starting to think, hah! I caught you, when suddenly the girl just climbed onto the guy’s lap and began dry humping his crotch. She obviously was trying to get him excited. She did, and she had caused a reaction in my dick also.

The girl was a saucy little tart. She was cute, but skinny as a beanpole. She definitely seemed eager to fuck. She grabbed for the guy’s head and pulled him to her face and began kissing on him furiously. She continued grinding her snatch against the guy. I began to curse, wishing this thing recorded in HD instead of this grainy black and white.

The guy finally responded by reaching for the girl’s shirt. She in turn, started tugging at his belt. She seemed very determined to get to his cock. I could feel my own pulse quicken and my mouth going dry. I had never thought that a girl would be capable of such a horny state. I have seen bitch dogs in heat rubbing their cunts against posts and trees before, but they were nothing compared to this girl. Pulling and pushing continued until they were both naked. The guy pushed the girl back down onto the couch and lay out on top of her and pushed her small tits together. He started lapping at them with his tongue. The slut spread open her legs and seemed to be begging for some cock. The guy responded by positioning himself just above her. After just a little adjustment on his part, he slowly pressed forward. By the girl’s reaction, I could tell he had penetrated her. He now began lunging repeatedly. He began slamming his hips against her with such intensity that I figured he wouldn’t last a minute. Sure enough after just a few minutes he suddenly stiffened up and shook uncontrollably. The girl just lay still as he finished his orgasm. She placed both of her hands on his bum and held him against her until he stopped shaking. After a short recovery he got up off of her. They relit the joint and just sat for a bit resting on the couch. Eventually both got dressed and soon exited the room.

These sex encounters continued to reoccur every couple days. Sometimes with the same girl, but surprisingly it was often with a different one. Most of the girls were ones that I knew lived in the complex. This guy had an insatiable appetite for pussy. I didn’t know if this was the only place he was doing this but, it seemed like he had a regular stable of available sluts waiting to be fucked.

I continued gathering and saving to my computer some of the most explicit parts of the videos. Still, I really wanted to know just how this guy was managing to get past the locked door.

Eventually I decided to hide the smoke detector camera in the hall outside near the door. Sure enough the guy showed up a few days later with another lass in tow. He pulled out a thin metal or plastic card. He worked at the latch for just about fifteen or twenty seconds pushing and pulling on the knob and the card. Suddenly the door opened and they were in.

Unfortunately I got no footage from the action inside that day, but the way the guy looked when they emerged later left me with no doubt he had scored another conquest on yet another willing tramp.

At first I was not sure exactly how I should handle this guy. I kept recording his escapades in the vacant apartment as he led a string of girls in and banged the shit out of them. I was beginning to sense he might be even more of a pervert than I was, but you know the girls all seemed to come willingly with him. I decided to bide my time and continue to record his actions for a while. I wasn’t sure just yet how I could use this to my advantage.

Like I said, I had seen this guy around the apartment complex before. He was always hanging around with a group. Usually there were a couple girls with them. I started paying close attention to this guy after that. He was nice looking and was always laughing and joking within the group. I could tell the girls always gravitated towards him. He often had an arm around one of them and there was always playful pushing and shoving going on. I was jealous at first. He was the exact opposite of what I had been at his age. Where he was confident and cool, I had been just the opposite. I began at first to dislike the guy for that reason, but soon an idea struck me.

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.