The whole of this story is untrue, any resemblance to those people, places or events is purely coincidence. I always encourage you to wear protection, but in this story its purely fantasy.
Working as an undercover cop posed certain risk I never new how much risk until I got my last assignment. I was working narcotics on the south side we had this particular band of dealers in our sights for a while now, but it was too hard to do surveillance on them due to their location. There was only one building adjacent the them that would work and it was a brownstone apartment building that was known to house only gays.
My name is Richard Casey my captain ordered me to obtain housing in this building to maintain surveillance on the dealers.
"You'll find away Rich I know you will," Capt. Edwards said.
"But sir, I'm not gay. How am I going to be able to fit in there?" I said.
"I have confidence in you, now get the hell out of my office," Capt. Edwards said.
"Yes sir," I said with a salute and left the office.
I was in deep shit this time, gay how the hell am I going to act gay. I doubt I'm going to be able to pull this one off but it was my job to get this scum off the streets. I contacted the owner of the brownstone and found out there was a vacancy, I asked to be able to look at it the next day.
That morning I was in a panic as to what to wear to look gay, I settled on just a pair of torn jeans, white tee and a sports jacket. I put a little more bounce in my step than I would regularly and set out to meet with Paul Wingate the owner of the apartment building.
Arriving my stomach was in knots but I knew I had to pull this off if I was going to get the goods on the gang across the street. I rang the bell as he instructed a deep voice answered.
"Yes," said the voice.
"Oh yes, this is Rich Casey we talked on the phone yesterday about the apartment you have to rent," I said.
"Yes of course, come in," he said as the buzzer sounded.
I walked into the foyer of the building it was very beautiful, the walls were an off white to contrast the exposed brick walls, and dark wood work. The furniture was pretty much like you would find at your grandma's house, but I guess they call it retro. The couch in the living area was a dark green color, a round coffee table with a black wing backed chair sitting near the fireplace. I turned to look down a long hall and I heard someone clear their throat I turned around and came face to face with a blonde haired blue eyed man standing in front of me.
"You must be Paul," I said with my hand out stretched.
"Yes, Rich is it?" he said taking my hand.
"Nice to meet you," I said letting go of his hand.
"You too. Well what do you think?" he said with his arms opened out.
"I think it is absolutely beautiful," I said with a smile.
"I am glad you like it. Now the room I want to show you is on the third floor, it's a corner room facing the street. We are really a family living unit here, we share the cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc.. we work it out on a rotating schedule. We share all the living spaces but your room is yours privately. Any questions?" he said moving toward the staircase.
"I had no idea, I thought I would have my own apartment, but really its fine may I see the room," I said.
This would never do sharing spaces with gay men, how the hell was this going to work. A corner room is a lucky break, but damn this was not going to be easy.
The climb to the third floor was fairly easy due to the curve of the staircase. From what he said the second and third floors had three bedrooms and a bathroom on each end of the hall. I would have the bedroom and bathroom on the outside wall, which meant that I would have the least amount of noise from the other boarders. There was a lounge area as you topped the stairs. Down the hall we headed to the green door with the letter H on it.
"Well this is it," he said using a key and opening the door.
"This is really great," I said stepping inside.
"what do you think?" he said as we moved inside the room.
It was a huge room, a king size sleigh bed took up one wall with dark oak side tables, a huge armoire took up another wall with a desk beside it. The wallpaper left something to be desired a sort of fleur de lis pattern in dark blue, the curtains were a contrasting blue with tassel tie backs. The bay window seat in the corner was wonderful and a great place to set up my equipment.
"Well I think it's wonderful, and how much did you say the rent was?"
"It's $425.00 a month, plus the $25 a week towards groceries. Do you think you want it then?"
"Yes, I do believe I will take it."
"Great, when do you want to move in?"
"Well how about tomorrow?"
"Sounds good. Lets go down stairs and fill out the rent agreement," he said turning and heading out the door.
"Okay," I said following him out the door.
I signed the agreement paid the two months rent ahead of course the department was paying for it so it wasn't coming out of my pocket. I told Paul I would see him in the morning and headed out to pack a few things from my place. I had to make sure it looked like I would be staying for a while so I planned to take a lot of things from home to make it easier on me. Of course anything having to do with the force I would leave behind. This assignment was going to be pretty difficult, I was not sure I was going to make it out of this one unscathed.
The next day I had borrowed one of the day shift guys car to make it look better than showing up in a big truck. I put all the stuff I had planned to take with me, I pulled up into my parking spot and began unloading the boxes.
After taking everything upstairs, I set up the camera at the bay window. Looking through the lens I could tell it was going to be a good angle from there. I shot off a few photos of a few potential suspects, or at the least witnesses.
I headed down stairs where I met up with Paul, he was fixing some lunch and asked me to join him. We sat and talked about the house and the people who lived there. He told me that only a few of the guys who lived there were in relationships. That his partner had died several years before of a AIDS related disease, not that he had AIDS. It was a very sad story and one that was hard to hear, but I had to keep up appearances.
I went to my room typed up my report such as it was so far and emailed it to my captain. Peering through the camera nothing noticeable was going on at that time.
At supper I met most of the residents there was Daniel, a bookkeeper for a small law firm. Roger, works at a AD agency. Shawn, the youngest tenant at 20 works in a retail store. Rodney, the most flamboyant one works at a fashion warehouse. T.J., works in a hospital as a x-ray tech. Paul of course runs an online business for web design.
As I ate I could feel eyes settling on me, I looked up and it was Shawn. When he saw me looking back at him he looked down and continued to eat. Something about him made me feel weird in what way I was not sure.
A few days in I had gotten a lot of good surveillance shots, the night vision camera helped with keep tabs on the guys across the street. There was a lot of activity going on there but not enough to get a probable cause warrant. I put the camera equipment in the bench under the window during the day so just in case I should have company I didn't have to come up with a cover story, my work cover story was even harder, during the day I went home to my place and kept up with things there, stopped by the station a few times or went to the movies just to make it look like a had a job for a few hours each day.
That evening I was showering when I heard the door open, I must have forgotten to lock the door. I looked out the curtain which for some reason someone thought it would be a great idea to put a see through shower curtain in there. It was Shawn that came through the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Would it be alright if I used the bathroom. Roger is in the other one and he takes forever."
"No, sure its fine."
Shawn sat down on the stool and I tried to keep my mind on taking my shower. But his proximity was becoming a problem, I don't know what it was about him, but something about him made my heart or just my loins stir. I think it was the way he looks at me. I continued soaping my body down and I know I could feel his eyes on me. I tried to look over at him without him catching me. He was sitting there stroking his cock, and what a cock for a young guy. I bet it was all of 8" and at least 4 or 5" around. I could not believe what I was thinking, to be thinking of any guy in this way was not who or what I was. I don't know if it was the environment of this house or just being around him but I was beginning to have strange thoughts of what it might be like to touch him or be touched by him.
I rinsed the soap off my body and prepared to get out of the shower even though Shawn had not yet left the bathroom. I turned off the water and reached out to the towel bar for a towel, opening the curtain I stepped from the shower and began to dry off.
Shawn flushed the toilet but did not move to leave the bathroom, I turned around and his pants were still down around his ankles, his cock was enormous, and his eyes were staring down my whole body.
He reached a hand out and took hold of my cock, my cock was a good 7 ½" and he continued to move his hand up and down the length of my cock, it didn't take much for it to become rock hard. All I could do was hold onto the sink behind me and watch with anticipation of what he would do next. He looked up at me several times, as he stroked my cock. Then he lowered his head to my cock, took it into his mouth and began sucking and licking the tip. This caused a guttural moan to escape my lips.
