Collection of One Shot's

I'm always watching

“That’s it, the last camera installed for the day.” I mumbled to myself.

Sometimes it comes in handy to be a caretaker of an apartment building, well I had to have certain perks considering I got paid in pennies. Having a skeleton key meant I had access to any part of the building and I made sure that I used that to my own advantage.

I quickly checked that I had not disturbed anything or left anything that would give me away then I withdrew from the apartment locking the door behind me. As caretaker I had my own room onsite so that I was always on call, it was a very spacious two bedroomed apartment and well I didn’t live with anyone so I had to make use of my spare room somehow.

I walked along the corridors in my usual get up, a light brown shirt and trousers, clumpy black shoes and my name Dennis pinned to my chest. My keys were attached to my hip not only in a literal sense, I never let them out of my sight if someone found them and got access to my apartment…well let’s just say I keep them close for a good reason.

My spare room was full of monitors as part of the buildings security measures it was my job to watch the footage from time to time to make sure everything was fine. It was this particular task that I had tweaked to help make my job more enjoyable, and one particular person helped with that extremely well.

That was my third and final trip to Blair Jonson’s apartment, in total I had around twenty miniature hidden cameras all around it. Some in really obvious places like the bathroom cabinet or the bedroom drawers but other’s were in unexpected places like his bedside table lamp or his light switches. Places I knew he would never find them.

When I reached my apartment I unlocked it stepped in then locked it behind me, popping the safety chain on for good measure. Then I kicked off my shoes and moved to the kitchen to grab a beer before making myself comfortable in my spare room. I turned on the monitors and switched the channels on them so that I could see each camera in Blair’s room, I don’t totally suck at my job though I had rigged one of the monitors so that it would flick between all of the security cameras. That way it left the rest free for me to have some fun.

Blair would be home soon, I had taken it upon myself to learn his schedule. Actually I had taken it upon myself to learn everything about him another use for my key, it wasn’t hard to learn things when I had his apartment to myself. For example I knew that he was twenty nine and he had lived in Swansea all of his life. He had a brother called Alan and a sister called George, his parents had passed in a car accident so he had lived with his grandparent Moira and Carl. He had gone to University to train for his job and passed with a first and he had gone straight into his job as a manager.

Drinking my beer I relaxed into my lazy boy and put on some music while I wait for the man in question to get home from work. He is a personal trainer at the local gym so you can begin to understand why I have a special interest in him, he is particularly beautiful. The problem was it wasn’t just what he looked like, I had witnessed the way that he lived, the way he spoke to his friends or family. The man was beautiful inside and out and sometimes I wished I could be more like him but I have always been called weird ever since school. That description of me just seems to follow me through life, from each job to each home, from family to friends and well I couldn’t change people’s opinions.

I quickly checked the security camera monitor, as I watched it go through the reel I saw the man I was waiting for coming up the stairs. So I quickly ran to get another beer then I settled back down just as the door to his apartment opened and he entered sighing. Poor thing his must be so tired, his job just seemed pointless fat people would always be fat there’s no point trying to train them to be anything else. That’s why I never go to the gym I know first-hand my gut is rather big, I’d never look as good as Blair.

He is a saint and I can’t think of anything better to be doing with my time, watching him is the most entertaining thing ever. Sipping my drink I watched as he moved straight to the bedroom and stripped his clothes off, well this was moving along quickly normally he has something to eat before he has his shower?

Picking up a towel he moved towards the bathroom and I followed his movements by letting my eyes drift to the correct monitor. He turned the shower on and pulled out his products before stepping under the fast flowing water, I think the only thing about Blair I didn’t care for was his taste in music. His phone was currently blasting out something that sounded like it was from After Dark and it was hideous, I really dislike rave music.

The shower camera was especially designed so that it wouldn’t steam up and allowed me to watch as Blair cleaned himself from head to foot. When he was finished he stepped out and wrapped the towel around his waist and moved back into his bedroom where he promptly collapsed on the bed.

I wish I could go to him and make him feel better, I could rub him in places that would help him to relax. I could be good like that, in fact the desire to be good enough for Blair was incredibly potent and I never could understand why. He was extremely good looking but although this helps it wasn’t my only reason for choosing him as the object of my desire.

His eyes closed as he relaxed and dried off naturally, I am little disappointed at this. I really enjoy watching him touch himself even if that’s just too dry himself off it’s still a big turn on. I tried to approach him once, tried to make conversation with him and he was very friendly, I could definitely see myself with someone like Blair.

As he lay there I took my time to appreciate his naked form. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a strong chiselled jaw line. His body tanned from his weekly sun bed sessions and so toned it was actually unbelievable. Each abdominal muscle perfectly defined and the V cut down to his groin was sharp and begging to be licked. His legs were long and muscular with a light covering of dark blonde hair and the position he had fell in they were slightly parted.

I could imagine running my hand up the inside of his thigh and finding the prize that was currently hidden underneath his towel. I watched him as he lay there like that for over twenty five minutes, eventually he stood up and allowed the towel to fall to the ground at his feet. He raised his arms above his head in a stretch, it was almost like he was aware I was watching and had decided to put on a show just for me.

He moved towards his dresser and I almost dropped my beer as he bent down to retrieve some clean boxers from the bottom drawer. Who puts their goddamn underwear in the bottom drawer? Maybe he was aware of me, but god I didn’t care as long as he kept doing things like that it would be worth anything.

He pulled on his boxers and moved around the room choosing fresh clothing as he went, he was fascinating to watch as he pampered and preened himself until he looked perfect. He didn’t need to though, he was already perfect and it still continued to surprise me that he was single maybe one day I could pick up the courage to talk to him properly. If I did that he might like me back?

I doubt it but well I could dream couldn’t I. I wish that I mattered to him, I really want him to miss me when I am not around like I do for him. Letting out a deep sigh I leant back in my chair as he put the finishing touches to his look then he walked back out into the living room. He checked the time on his watch then seemed to flip out a bit, he must be going back out again, well that’s a shame but never mind there is always tomorrow.

After all I am always watching.

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Based on the lyrics to Radiohead’s Creep.

Dedication…Well you know who you are :P