Empty Apartments

When I was in college, I paid some of my rent by doing odd jobs for our landlord. One summer, before school started, two tenants moved out and their apartments needed to be cleaned and some rooms painted. He sent me to do them. I went to the upstairs apartment first. There is something about an empty apartment. Erotic. I get hard. It was hot. I was in shorts, cleaning the bathroom. I got an erection, and kept cleaning, because cleaning a bathroom with an erection makes me even hornier. I took off my underpants, so I was free and loose in my shorts, crawling around in the tub and shower and on the floor on all fours, kneeling and bending and standing straight...it all made me, and kept me, stiff. Then the landlord appeared at the door to see how I was doing. He startled me. My underwear was on the floor, wet by now, and I couldn't hide my erection. I was sure he noticed. He said something cryptic about enjoying myself and left to look at the downstairs apartment and go shopping. A big wave of embarrassment and horniness rushed over me all at once, and I began to breathe heavily, my heart pounding, almost dizzy. My dick felt warm and stiff and sensuous; it was all I could think about. I looked down and saw a wet patch where precum had been dripping. I slid my shorts aside and held my cock in my hand. It was, literally, throbbing. I'd been ready to cum for an hour or more. With a couple of strokes, cum was spurting all over down onto the floor in big globs. It felt tremendous to let go and cum, spurting wildly. I slumped down and relaxed. After I caught my breath, I wiped up the cum, rinsed out my sponge, and watched it float in the water bucket. I went on to finish the bathroom, and was in the kitchen when the landlord came back with more supplies. My cock was limp and dangling in the shorts. It was hot. My shirt was off. I was busy cleaning, while we talked about this and that for 15 minutes, then he left. I kept working, and the more I rubbed and cleaned, the hornier I grew. I had to jack again, just HAD to! I locked the door, and lay down on the bare wood floor and rubbed my cock in my shorts. I pulled the shorts down to my ankles...and grabbed my cock again, this time stroking harder. My bare ass pressed against the cold, gritty floor and felt cool and meaty. Close to orgasm, I slid my feet up to push up my hips, strong and grinding and pulling hard on my cock, the tip hurting and sensitive, but making me delirious with pleasure. In moments I was pumping cum, spurting on my bare body, the floor, my hand, and collapsing onto the bare, hard wood beneath me. I lay there for a while, until I thought I heard someone outside and hastily pulled up my shorts. I went back to work, and in an hour was finished with that apartment. I sat on the floor and had a bite to eat. I fell asleep for a few minutes, woke up, and was just walking around in a daze when the landlord came back, and took me down to the other apartment. I followed him down the outside stairs, and with his big set of keys he opened the door talking about how the place was probably trashed because a couple of jocks had lived their and didn't ask for their cleaning deposit. To his surprise, when we looked around it wasn't so bad, just generally messy. We looked in the closets, and there spotted a big stack of Hustlers and other sex magazines. The landlord, Hal, picked one up and started leafing through, then stopped at a picture spread, lost in looking at it. I didn't know what to do, so I looked over his shoulder. He was turning red, and I could feel him getting hot. I started to get hot, too, and felt my cock begin to creep larger in my shorts as I looked over his shoulder at the cunt spread wide on the page. Just as I was getting hard, he closed the magazine and tossed it down on the pile. We went out to the kitchen and began cleaning. Soon we were lost in conversation about everything and anything, and then after a while, everything and anything turned to sex. From out of nowhere, he said, "you know, there is something about empty apartments that just makes me horny all the time. I shouldn't say this, but I jack off in my apartments all the time, I just can't help it." For a moment is was frightened and confused---did he know I was jacking off??---and then embarrassment left me, I felt safe, and I blurted out, "Yeah! I've been incredibly horny today."

"Did you jack off?"

"Well, yeah, in the bathroom upstairs."

"I thought so. It's ok, just don't charge me for the time," he laughed. We went on cleaning, silent for a while, and then talking of sex again, him telling me about some of his hottie tenants and things he'd seen go down in his apartments. Some of the tales were very enticing, and I felt my cock, bare between my legs under my shorts, grow and swell as I listened to the stories. The day was warm, and again turned unbearably erotic. He started talking more and more of masturbation, of jacking off, not just in vacant apartments, but also watching some of his tenants from his window. I had done the same, from my window, and I confessed to him. We both laughed, and got a little hornier. We finished cleaning the kitchen and I went upstairs to get the vacuum for the bedrooms. When I came down, I found Hal on the floor, reading a sex magazine, a bulge in his pants. I stood not knowing what to do for a moment, and he looked up and said, "Let's take a little break." I sat down, too, and pulled up a magazine. Almost instantaneously, I started to get very hard, really stiff. I buried myself in the magazine, feeling my cock warm and swollen between my legs.

After a minute, Hal said, "Did you lock the door when you came back?"

"No."

"Well, why don't you get up and lock it?

I gulped and swallowed and couldn't say anything, and got up quickly and went out, locked the door quietly, and came back. When I got back to the closet, Hal's pants were down, revealing a pretty good sized, very hard and stiff, clean and straight cock. I slid down onto the floor next to the magazines. For the moment, I had lost my erection, but as my eyes glided over the pages of the magazines, and peeking at Hal, I came into full hardness. I had to pull down my shorts and begin stroking. Hal and I stroked together for a long time. My cock was hard and felt awesome in my hand, but I was embarrassed to cum. Then I saw Hal's legs begin to tense, his hips rise a little as his ass tightened, and his hand stroked faster, harder on his cock. My own kept pace with his. In seconds, we were stroking fast and long, our hands on our balls, or rubbing at the root of our shaft. Faster and faster, watching each other, and suddenly I felt the waves begin to rush through me, my hips tensed, raised and began to shudder as gobs of cum spurted out of my red and throbbing cock. While I jerked with pumping and twitching, Hal too shot cum all over, far out onto the floor in long sticky streams. We sat for a couple of minutes, spent, while our cocks grew soft and red in our hands, then laughed a little when we saw what we would have to clean up. The towels were out in the kitchen, and I got up, naked, my half limp cock dangling and wet, and went to get them. I tossed the roll to Hal, who wiped cum off his stomach, the carpet, and his magazine while I did the same, standing at first, then on my knees on the carpet, enjoying the feel of my soft cock dangling between my thighs. Hal and I became fast friends. The next Saturday we worked together again, or I should say we did some work when we weren't jacking off. Somehow the apartment got cleaned.