Short Story

I live and work in an apartment block as janitor, 20 apartments and the basement rooms as my living area is referred too. I'm Gordon 39 divorced and 1 child who prefers her mother and never visits me. I'm no centerfold, but keep fit using the stairs in the building. The elevators are for the tenants and there's only five flights of stairs. I quickly found out that some of the female tenants were sex mad, usually they would date and fuck and wouldn't give a second look. But with the lockdown that changed, I was the only unattached male in the building that was close to being fuckable. Two others were gay and in their sixties and no other male was let out of sight of his partner or wife for long enough. With the lockdown in force I got a call about water problems from Judy 47 and it turned out the water problem was she had to shower alone. Then Pamela 52 something wrong in her bedroom, the problem was no male to fuck her. I started getting these calls from the end of the first week of the lockdown. Even the the two who I thought were lesbian called me Helen 54 and Joanna 57 wanted servicing. They weren't lesbians but sisters. Before the lockdown I wasn't in their orbit and wasn't seen as a useful cock to ride. After the lockdown I assumed they would dich me, but it turned out I had become a handyman. Close by and willing equals quite handy and I get sex not as much as during the lockdown but enough to keep me satisfied.