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The Graveyard Security Guard
By Ens Entium Seraph
Ben had only been working the graveyard shift for a fewweeks now, his second job as a security guard since he joined with his company,but he was already feeling tired of the assignment. It wasn't that the work washard, far from it, he was tasked to guard a rather nice office building indowntown Portland, Oregon for eight hours, five nights a week. Barely anyoneworked in the building at night, the most harrowing thing Ben had to take careof was setting up or putting away chairs that were meant for some sort ofmeeting that he had no idea was about. Still, boredom itself made the jobdifficult, even painful sometimes. He had to stay up all night, and then sleepduring the day. Sure he had weekends free, but he ended up sleeping away mostof the daylight hours, and by nightfall he never had any plans, he was in a rutand it was starting to get to him.
As far as men go, Ben was textbook average. Just turning 30,the man was average height with a bit of a belly, he tried working out everynow and then, and sometimes he would lose weight, only to lose interest andgain back the roundness once more, which was currently the case. He had darkbrown hair that was thinning on top but a little long on the sides, a furrybody very typical for a "bear-type", and average sized equipment. Really, Bennever felt all that remarkable about him, about the only interesting thingabout him was that he was gay, although working the night shifts, poor Ben hadto put sexual gratification on the back burner. It wasn't that he couldn't findsomeone to play around with, it was more he couldn't find anyone who wasavailable when he was, most people made plans during the day, or were busyduring the night.
It was during one of his boring night time shifts that Benwas walking the perimeter of the building and saw across the street some younghomeless man who had made camp with an ugly tent halfway hidden in the brush.Technically, the space there was not the property of the building, but Ben'ssuperiors still pushed for the guards to try and be unaccommodating to the unwashedpeople who tried to make a semi-permanent camp there, as it annoyed thebuilding's patrons. Frankly Ben didn't really care, as long as they didn't givehim any trouble, he was fine with just pretending to do his job and let themrest, honestly he really didn't see himself staying at the building all toomuch longer anyway.
The man this time was actually rather handsome, all thingsconsidered. He was unkempt but didn't look like the more digesting and unapproachablehomeless people that sometimes walked the streets of Portland, muttering tothemselves and stinking of garbage. The man was of night height, probably 6'2,and had short, black hair that looked like it needed a good washing. He was adecent thickness if a little slender, probably from not eating quite enough. Hehad a handsome face, and was wearing dirty clothes that looked like they wereonce nice, but were now a few shades closer to brown thanks to sweat and grimethan they probably once were. To Ben, he didn't think the young man wasactually homeless, but instead what he referred to as "Hipster Homeless".During the warmer months of Portland, college kids would take their vacation inPortland sleeping in the streets and pretending to be homeless, getting foodfrom shelters and smoking free weed from begging on the curb. They pretended tobe living the hard life, only to go back home once school rolls around again,back to their warm, clean dorms and their loving families, back to their termpapers and homework.
Still, Ben couldn't help but let his stare linger on the man... he was good looking. Tall, dark, well-built ... he was dirty and looked like hesmelled, but that was nothing a good shower couldn't fix. However, as hestared, daydreaming a little about the young man, the hipster homeless manglared back at him, standing up and puffing out his chest.
"What the fuck you looking at?! I'm not doing nothing, getthe fuck out of here!" he snarled, flipping Ben off.
Ben scowled ... he hated when people were rude for no reason.He had to walk around the building, it was his job, and he did was stare ... ok,maybe he was staring for too long, but still, "I didn't do anything to you-"Ben started.
"Fuck off. You think you're better than me? Go back insideyour building and leave me the fuck alone!" the man yelled back, clearly havingno intention of actually confronting Ben, but trying to assert his dominance.
Ben just turned red and finished his exterior patrol beforereturning to his little security booth, grumpy about being called out by somefake homeless brat probably ten years his younger. He was more embarrassed thananything though, he really didn't have any way to rebuke the man, it wasn'tlike he was actually on the property, and even if he was, Ben wasn't really theaggressive type. He sighed and went along with his duties, performing aninterior patrol next when he noticed one of the meeting rooms wasn't cleaned upyet. During the week, sometimes the meeting rooms would host over several days,and in those cases, there was usually snacks and sodas left inside the rooms.Guards were supposed to take any ... although Ben still did. No one ever noticedand he figured they wouldn't miss the occasional bag of chips, piece of thefruit, or couple sodas. They helped keep him awake after all.
He thought back to the good-looking homeless man probablypacing outside across the street, maybe yelling at any late-night passersby. Hedidn't know why ... but Ben felt like maybe he should try and be nice to the man.In the back of his mind, Ben had some dirty thoughts about the man ... smirkingto himself as he imagined if he gave the man some food he'd be so thankful thathe'd invite Ben into his dirty tent and they'd maybe rub over each other. Ha!Fun thoughts, but that was all. Still, he didn't like the idea that the randomstranger just instantly disliked him, so he grabbed an armful of food and a fewof the cans of soda, and left the meeting room.
He walked outside, and could see the stranger still sittingon the curb across the street, now picking at the threads in his jeans andmaking a hole at his knee even larger. It didn't take long before the mannoticed Ben's presence and frowned, instantly putting up his defenses. "Whatthe fuck you want, fat ass?"
Ben thought about just turning around, his face flushedagain, but he just grimaced, "Look. We have some extra stuff, like drinks andwhatever, probably going to throw them away anyway" he lied, "you want them?"
The man looked genuinely surprised ... and his demeanorchanged on a dime, "dude, seriously? Thanks man! That's pretty cool." Benhanded over the goods, and the young man eagerly took them, looking them overand cracking open a soda, "really man, that's pretty cool of you ..."
"Yeah, its fine, won't worry ..." Ben said and smiled. Nooffer for a tent rendezvous was offered, of course, and after an awkwardsilence, Ben went back inside ... at the very least he was smitten with the factthat he had apparently changed the homeless man's opinion of him, almostfeeling a little giddy with himself. He didn't even care if he might get introuble, in fact Ben rarely cared at all about the job, he did his rounds,tapped his checkpoints, and if that wasn't good enough for the building wellthen they could just replace him.
It was then that Ben considered something else in thebuilding ... the locker room. Being a Portland building, of course there was alocker room, to encourage bikers to save the planet or whatever. Still, it wasactually a rather nice pair of rooms, one for the men, one for the woman, bothwith rows of lockers and several showers, as well as complimentary towelservice. Ben had even used it before, and it was pretty nice ... and thoughtsturned to the young man outside, in desperate need of a shower. A dirty thoughtfilled Ben's mind ... he could get in trouble for this ... but ...
It took a good 20 minutes after having the thought for theguard to actually build up his nerve, taking a good breath as he went onanother exterior patrol, this time superfluous as his goal was of course theyoung man. He made a round about the building ... before crossing the road, andfinding the young man again.
"Hey ... I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Ben."
The man looked up and shrugged, clearly he wasn't reallyinterested in actually talking to the guard, "Chris."
Well, this wasn't going the way Ben had hoped already, "Howlong you been out here in Portland anyway?" Chris shrugged, again clearly notvery interested in sharing. Ben decided to go for the jugular, "hey ... I ... welltell you what. You seem like a nice guy. I'm not supposed to do this ... but we,well the building has a couple locker rooms. If you promise not to root throughthe lockers, I'll let you use them ..."
The young man seemed really apprehensive about that sort ofoffer, "that's weird ... `sides, won't you get in trouble?"
"I don't really care, this job sucks anyway. Anyway, I'mjust making the offer, if you're not interested that's fine, just looks likeyou haven't gotten to wash up for awhile ..."
`Chris', if that was his real name, didn't say anything andonce more things turned awkward, Ben about to just go back inside and leave theman alone, before he stood up, "ok I guess ... sure ..." although he didn't reallysound very sure.
Ben's heart was racing ... the man agreed to come in, andstrip down for a shower. Sure, obviously he was expecting privacy, but hisheart was still racing and he moved double speed back to the building, Chrisbehind him. He felt really nervous as he let the obviously homeless younggentleman into the building, if his superiors saw him on tape, he knew they'd probablyfire him on the spot, he was almost shaking ... he said he didn't care about thejob, but still ... being fired was never pleasant.
The walk from the security door to the locker room wasincredibly awkward ... just silence between the two, Ben, a heavier guard in hisstupid uniform, and a young, handsome man in filthy clothing. Ben led the awayand soon they were there, Ben looking around ... he really hoped the man wasn'tactually going to try and steal from the lockers, a lot of them were unlockedsince they was a private building, although most of them were also empty andonly intended for a day use.
"So ... umm ... "Ben swallowed, his face still red as he triednot to sound like a creep, "the showers ... are over there. I ... well obviouslyyou're not supposed to be here so I have to stick around ... just to make sureyou don't go through the lockers ..."
Chris glared at the older security guard,
"dude, you want me to just strip down for you?You some sort of faggot?"
Ben turned even redder, again he felt humiliated to be puton the spot, "I'm just-"
"You're not my type, dude, I don't do guys." He saidbluntly. Then, he smirked a little, "there anymore of those sodas?" Ben nodded,"tell you what ... bring me the rest of those sodas, all of them, and maybe I'lllet you watch me jerk it. We got a deal?"
Ben didn't know why, but he felt embarrassed as the younghomeless man made the proposition, of course there was no question and Bennodded, "y-yeah sure ... " and practically ran out of the locker room, thelockers be damned.
The heavy guard was panting as he went into the meetingroom, and soon collected all the rest of the soda cans, a good fifteen left,and put them in a trash bag for easy transport. Obviously whoever had boughtthe sodas were not going to be happy that all of them were gone ... but Ben wasbeyond giving a shit at that moment, it had been too long since he had fun, andthere was something perverse about sort of hooking up (although not really)with the good looking homeless man that made Ben eager to break the rules.
Again, Ben almost ran back from the meeting room back to theshowers, hopefully Chris wouldn't want to open any of the sodas now, since ifhe did they'd most likely explode. Ben could hear the shower running, the airin the room was humid, and he assumed the young man was in the shower. Benreached down and squeezed himself through his pants ... should he take off hisclothes? Maybe he should wait, the guy didn't seem to be keen on Ben ingeneral, just using him.
"I got the sodas," Ben said simply, hoping the man couldhear him.
"That was fast ... " came the voice from behind the shower curtain,Ben so nervous as he hoped this wasn't just some joke. "Fine, come stand acrossthe shower, I'm not going to do anything to you, but I'll jerk off I guess."
Ben didn't care that he wasn't going to have proper sex inthat moment, sure he would have loved to be fucked by the man, but reallyanything was going to be incredible, even just a show was going to spectacularfor the older guard.
After Ben stood in place, a good several feet safe away fromthe shower, Chris looked through and smiled a dirty grin at the guard, "faggot"he says ... but he opens the curtain and Ben was almost shaking. Then tall manwas under the shower, completely naked. He had long legs dusted with dark hair,which let him to somewhat slender hips and a nice stomach and chest, not anydefinition but very healthy. Hair also clung to the man's chest and down thecenter of his flat belly, as well as over his arms as water cascaded over him.The man had a nice, round ass, just a little flabby probably from the few weekspretending to be homeless but still very nice, with a little jiggle to them andvery little hair give for a little in his crack. Last, but most certainly notleast, the man had a rather thick looking cock sitting under a nice, dark bush,completely soft at the moment but Ben had to imagine it was rather impressivewhen it was hard.
Water splashed from the open shower onto the floor as theman reached down and grabbed his cock, and started stroking on it, tugging onhis flaccid meat nice and slow, obviously being a little dramatic about hismotions as he pulled on it, his other hand sliding over his body, rubbing overthe wet skin of his abdomen and hips as he slowly worked himself up, not evenlooking up at Ben, pretending the guard wasn't even in the room.
Ben was in heaven as he watched, this in the moment wasworth his job, he would gladly get fired in that moment just to continuewatching the performance, watching the handsome young man slowly getting histhick cock hard, as it chubbed up in his grip. He wished he could offer tohelp, to wrap his lips around it ... but he was too nervous to offer, sure thatChris was get upset, so he just watched.
After a couple minutes of firm pulling, the man's cock grewhard, a good and solid eight inches of college boy cock meat, Chris letting itgo to let the water splash off of it and letting it wag around, even swayinghis hips as he knew the faggot guard was watching him. He wasn't into guys, buthe found he liked being watched in that moment, the stupid gay security guardgetting him food and sodas, just so he can watch him jerk it. Of course, it wasalso nice having a warm shower and a mostly clean and private place to let offsome steam.
Ben reached down to fondle himself, squeezing his ownaverage sized cock through his pants when Chris snapped, "I don't want to seethat, you just watch. You can jerk off later." Ben didn't argue, in that momentthe homeless man had all the power, Ben was just a pathetic creep watching theman jerking his cock.
Chris went back to pulling on his rod, now a little morefocused as it makes nice, wet noises under the shower spray. Fuck it felt goodto just jerk it nice and easy, sliding his fingers up and down, fondling hismushroom shaped head, feeling precum rubbing along his grip before it getswashed away. He reached back and gripped his own ass nicely as he sighed andsped up, starting to buck his hips as he only thought about himself ... or atleast he tried to. He was so acutely aware of the security guard, even if hewouldn't look at the silly faggot. Maybe he would have a little fun with theguard after all ...
Ben whimpered, his dick was hard and begging for attention,but he wouldn't dare reach for it again, watching the tall, dark stranger juststroking his prick faster and faster, his breathing starting to change as heshivered under the warm water. While Ben's eyes wandered around the man's body,he was now quite focused on that throbbing dick, he wanted to see it shoot.
Chris had other plans though, as he felt another shudder, "faggot... get down on your knees ... quick ... get over here ... fuck ..." Ben almost threwhimself to the floor, not caring that the water was seeping into his work pantsand over his shirt, as he kneeled down for the young man, now so close to him. "Openyour mouth faggot ..." he did, and Chris suddenly turned and shoved his thickmushroom cockhead between Ben's lips, the guard moaning in bliss as he felt thespongy flesh on his lips, feeling that wet fist tapping at his mouth as the mancontinued to jerk it, only to feel that cock swell and shoot! Ben could feeland taste it, volleys of hot cum flooding into his mouth, sour and salty,probably from a shitty diet, but he didn't care, as he closed his lips andsuckled on that rod, his tongue lapping at that slit as it leaked so many beadsof sour cum, taking every drop.
Chris pulled back rather soon after he finished, justsqueezing on his cock before bouncing it and letting the last couple littledrops flung towards the floor, Ben sad he didn't get them as well. The guardswallowed the load, feeling it coating the back of his throat. The young manthough was not into it anymore, he had blown his load and instantly feltregret, he had let things go too far, " ... dude, go get me a towel."
Ben stood up, shaking a little as he got back onto his feetand got the homeless man a towel, letting him dry off. The guard was smiling ashe just stood there, and watched the man without shame, Chris not reallythrilled about being watched anymore, but he didn't feel like telling the guardoff ... he did just come in his mouth, what's the big deal now? Chris pulled onhis clothes and pointed towards the door as he grabbed the bag of sodas,indicating he was ready to go.
Ben tried to offer to share contact info, maybe text, butChris just said he didn't have a phone. The guard tried again and said if theman ever wanted another shower, or just more soda or something to eat, just tocome during his shift and he'd take care of it, although the homeless man didn'treally give any affirmation, he just wanted to get the hell out of there.
Chris left, and Ben quickly went back to his duties, thoseduties being going back into the locker room and jerking off twice in quicksuccession ... the second time almost losing the power in his legs as he smackedhis lips and swallowed, still tasting the bitter semen in his throat. He thenwandered around the building, pretending to do an interior patrol, before hechecked outside ... and found the homeless man was gone. He had picked up histent and probably moved down several blocks, not wanting to be creeped on bythe security guard anymore.
No one said anything about the missing sodas, or found outabout Ben letting the stranger into the building. For the next two weeks, Bendid extra exterior patrols around the building, even walking around thebuildings around his own, hoping he'd run into Chris again, but he never did. Still,Ben smiled as he thought back on the night ... he would probably never see thedark young man again ... but he could always fantasize about it. Might make thegraveyard shift go by a little faster, at least.
The End.