Moving in

Marc was stood in the middle of his flat having moved in 2 days ago having split  up from his long term fiancée.  Their relationship, to be honest, had lost its sparkle a couple years back, sex had become virtually nonexistent except for maybe once every 3 months or so, and even then it had become boring and routine - roll on, shag, cum, roll off. He later discovered she was shagging her gym instructor on the side and they amicably broke off their engagement and went their separate ways.

Marc had rented the top (3rd) floor apartment - not a long term living arrangement but it was convenient enough. The rooms were large with floor to ceiling windows, double patio doors which opened onto a small balcony, just big enough for a small table and a couple of chairs, it was close to work and he had thought it would be ideal whilst he sorted out a complete break financially and emotionally from his ex fiancée  

The boxes in his flat seemed to take up most of the free space and combined with the dozen or so bin bags full of discarded packaging it left little room for manoeuvre. He collected half a dozen of the bags in both hands and decided he would take them to the communal refuge area. He headed down the 2 flights of stairs and emerged, his eyes squinting, into the bright morning sunlight.

Wearing an old vest, baggy shorts and flip flops he headed across the central courtyard. 20 metres opposite  his building stood another identical block of apartments and standing at the entrance of the doorway he noticed a guy. He looked about the same age as him (36) and was busily tapping on his phone screen with his thumb of his left hand, a cigarette in the other hand. He had short shaven hair to the back and sides, longer but still short and spiky on top. He was wearing a cropped T-shirt which showed off his muscular biceps, his pale skin accentuated the dark hairs that covered his forearms. He wore baggy pj bottoms which were slightly too long and appeared ruffled around his bare feet.

The smoking guy lifted his hand and took a drag of his cigarette as Marc passed him “y’alright” he said

“Fine thanks ” Marc replied as he walked past him and headed round the corner to the bin store. The smoking guy finished his cigarette, stubbed it out on the communal ashtray attached to the wall, he tapped a few buttons on the security door pad, pulled the door open and disappeared up a flight of stairs. 

A few minutes later Marc returned from the bin compound, glanced to where the smoking guy had been and headed back across the courtyard and similarly punched a few numbers on the security door pad and headed back to his flat.

Marc spent the rest of the uneventful morning unpacking boxes and arranging and rearranging furniture. He looked at his watch 1255, “lunch” he said to himself. He sat quietly listening to some background radio station as he ate his cheese and ham sandwich washed down with a well deserved coffee. Looking around he noticed he had still a few boxes to unpack but he had broken the back of it.

He headed towards the sink to clean up the few dishes from his lunch and nonchalantly looked out of the window across to the apartment block opposite. Rows of windows and balconies (identical to his). Some of the balconies had small tables and chairs, some stored the owner’s pushbikes others brightly adorned with an array of plant pots which helped to add a bit of colour to an otherwise dull exterior. The apartment opposite (he noticed) had the patio doors wide open, the window were dressed in just voile ceiling to floor curtains and blew open in the gentle breeze. Marc could see directly into the large living room. He noticed 2 large dark leather couches strewn with an array of cushions, a large wooden coffee table sat on top of large sheepskin rug, a large wall mounted television. “Nice” Marc thought to himself as he continued to wash up.

Suddenly his peripheral vision caught some movement, he looked up and straight into the apartment opposite. Strolling around the apartment was the smoking guy, still engrossed with his phone, head down and tapping fervently on the screen. Marc watched him amble around the apartment, occasionally disappearing from view as he strolled from room to room.

The smoking guy appeared again, he placed his phone down on the arm of one of the couches and pulled his T-shirt off. He reached up and straightened his hair, flicking at the tips and then brushed his hand several times over the mass of dark chest and abdominal hair. He picked his phone up again, held it aloft at arms length - the flash went off as he smiled broadly into the camera. He then started tapping on the screen of his phone before placing it down on the arm of the couch and left the room smiling

After a minute or so Marc saw the flash of the phone (the smoking guy had received a message Marc thought to himself) he returned and picked up his phone and smiled. Marc noticed that the smoking guy had removed his pj bottoms and now was wearing a short white towel around his slim waist and exposing his muscular hairy thighs, a small but noticeable bulge was protruding from the front of the towel. Again the smoking guy held his phone out at arms length this time pulling back the flap of the towel to expose his upper thigh. The flash went off again and the smoking guy returned to tapping on his phone. There were obviously several messages to and fro from the smoking guy before he sat back on one of the couches (facing Marc).

He lounged back and his knees naturally parted exposing his 5 inch thick flaccid cock nestling atop a pair of large balls. The smoking guy stretched his arm aloft with phone in hand (another selfie) but this time he unhooked his towel and opened it to expose himself completely naked. He smiled as he took several snaps at different angles before tapping again on his phone.

Marc suddenly realised that he been stood washing the same cup for 20 minutes watching a total stranger get naked and take selfie’s, and this stranger was a guy, why was he watching a guy, he wasn’t gay. He turned from the sink, looked down, he had a semi hard on and there was a small damp patch on his shorts where he had been leaking pre-cum. He adjusted his cock and returned to his unpacking.

Marc spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking the final few boxes, traipsing up and down the stairs to the bin store with endless bangs of discarded packaging and folded flattened boxes.

Marc emerged from the shower at around 8pm, he patted dry most of the water from his skin as he strolled around the flat naked drying off the remainder of moisture from his body. Standing 6’2”, he was slim and muscular. He had short blond hair (ruffled from the towelling it had just endured) with a covering of short blond hairs over his pecs that trailed down over his abdomen before joining up with his neatly trimmed blond pubes. His uncut cock hung vertically around 5.5 inches, relatively thick and veiny his ball hung loose (especially now as they were warm from his shower). His legs were long and toned and covered in almost translucent blond hairs (the type you can hardly see but can feel, if you know what I mean). He strolled into the bedroom and pulled a pair of lounge shorts from the drawer and pulled them up over his cock, slightly adjusting it as he did, it was too warm for any further clothing, he hung his towel on the radiator. picked up his phone and started tapping.

Pepperoni pizza delivery he thought to himself, it had been a hard hot day and he was too tired to prepare any food. He strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, he popped the cap and guzzled several mouthfuls. He felt several cold drops of condensation drip onto his chest making him shiver a little causing his nipples to harden, he flicked the water off his hairy chest, his fingers brushing over his hardened nipple. He finished the beer quickly (thirsty work - unpacking, he thought). He found himself in the kitchen staring across to the apartment opposite, visual memories of what he had witnessed earlier came to mind. The patio doors had been closed but the curtains remained opened. There was no sign of movement in the apartment, a small dim lamp shone in the corner of the room.

Feeling a little disappointed (why? He thought to himself) he made his way to his living room. Looking around he seemed quite please with his efforts. He put a little background music on, switched on the television but muted the sound. He sat in a large armchair and continued drinking his beer. Suddenly there was a loud buzzing sound - he jolted forward, spilling a small amount of beer over his shorts. He stood up and brushed at the droplets. He picked up the intercom receiver “Pizza delivery” came the voice through the earpiece

“I’m coming” Marc responded. He grabbed a handful of coins to tip the delivery guy and headed down the stairs bare foot and bare chested. He strolled along the passage way to the main door unaware of his cock swinging side to side causing a rhythmic tenting in his shorts. He opened the main door propping it with his foot. The pizza guy eyed him up and down as he handed him his box of pizza. Marc handed him a handful of coins.

“Thanks” said the delivery guy. “Mm cute” he muttered loudly. Marc looked quizzical (was he referring to him). He was about to turn and head back upstairs when he spotted the smoking guy stood in the same spot he had seen him earlier, phone in hand and smoking. Marc stood transfixed for a moment. The smoking guy was wearing a white unbuttoned short sleeved shirt and a pair of tight denim shorts and barefoot. Marc felt his cock twitch and his balls tighten as he stood watching him. The smoking guy looked across to him and waved.

“How’s things” he called to Marc

“Hot isn’t it” Marc croaked, a bit taken aback.

The smoking guy stubbed his cigarette and started walking across to Marc. Marc watched him as he approached. The open shirt blowing in the breeze, his chest hair ruffling. He quickly glanced down and could see the outline of the smoking guy’s cock pressed tight in the denim across the top of his left thigh. The guy approached and held out his hand. Marc reached out and shook the guy’s hand. The skin felt warm and soft but the grip was firm. Goosebumps formed over Marc’s body at his touch.

“I’m Sam” said the tall dark stranger, green piercing eyes and a wide perfect smile. The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he smiled at him. Marc felt hypnotised momentarily before stumbling a reply

He cleared his throat - “Marc” he replied as they stood holding hands even though their handshake had finished. Marc withdrew his hand 

“You all moved in then” asked Sam 

“Yeah” “dinner for one” joked Marc as he held the pizza box up a little

“Maybe we could catch up with a beer when you settle in” said Sam “here let me give you my number, anything you need give me a call”. He patted along his body pretending to look for a non-existent pen.  “No pen” he shrugged

He took his phone from his pocket - “wanna give me your number” Sam asked as he smiled at Marc 

“Eh... um...Sure” Marc stuttered. He reached for his pocket - empty - he had left his phone upstairs. “My phones in the flat” he said to Sam
“no problem” answered Sam quickly - “I’ll put your number in and text you then you’ll have mine” 

Marc felt unsure but hesitantly reeled his number off to Sam 

“All saved” said Sam as he tapped the number into his address book and then sent a “hi Marc” text to his new contact

“Don’t let you pizza get cold” said Sam. Call me if you need anything or fancy a beer or something” continued Sam as he turned and headed back to the main entrance of his apartment block. Marc watched him go in and they waved to each other as they each disappeared into their respective flats.

Marc placed the pizza on the table and picked up his phone. ‘1 new message’ it said. He opened the message and there was a short message ‘hi Marc x’ it read. He paid no attention to the ‘kiss’ on the message. He ate his pizza from the box whilst drinking down several more bottles of beer.

He was feeling a little tipsy as he swayed into the kitchen to get another beer, his curiosity wondered what Sam was up to. He looked across to the empty living room - still with its dimly lit lamp glowing. His eyes were a little out of focus due to the alcohol. Sam appeared in the living room. He was completely naked as he strolled around the room, unsurprisingly, with his phone in hand. Sam lay sprawled on the same couch as earlier and lifted one leg up onto the sofa whilst the other foot was on the floor. His cock was hard and seemed to grown considerably to 8 maybe 9 inches. Marc watched as Sam’s fingers curled around his cock and he was gently stroking and playing with himself as he looked at the screen on his phone.

Sam pushed his hand to the base of his cock and pulling the foreskin over his large mushroomed cock end, he squeezed a little harder making the veins protrude more visibly. He reached out with his other hand with the phone and appeared to be taking pictures of his manhood. Marc blinked several times to focus his blurred vision. He felt his cock start to stir as he watched Sam play with his hard cock.

A ding came from the living room - a message. Who texting me at this time he thought as he made his way to the living room. 1 new message it said. It was from Sam. Marc opened his message ‘I can see you watching me. Hope you like what you see. Have a closer look. Attached to the message was a picture of a large thick veiny cock- clearly Sam’s.

Another message arrived - ‘Wanna another look?

Marc gulped hard. He had butterflies in his stomach and his throat felt dry, he looked around the living room for his beer but he’d left it in the kitchen. He slowly walked into the kitchen and saw his beer on the worktop by the kitchen window. He ventured nearer - not sure if he wanted to. He got to the counter and looked across to Sam’s apartment - Sam was still sat on the couch naked and hard. He had his hands behind his head and occasionally his cock would twitch as it hardened. He smiled at Marc and Marc smiled back. Sam reached for his phone and started tapping on the screen. Marc’s phone rang, it was Sam. He answered the phone

“Hello” he stammered

“hi” said Sam. Glad you came to the window. Sam rose from the couch and stood in the middle of his living room rubbing his chest, abdomen and cock seductively. Marc watched in awe as Sam gyrated around the room.

“Sam  - I, I, I don’t know what to say, I’ve never thought of another guy before” said Marc. His cock was saying something completely different. Marc could feel that his own cock had hardened - turned on by the sight of his naked neighbour.

“We could have a bit of fun if you like” said Sam. “No strings” he looked intently at Marc across the divide. Marc gulped and lifted his beer and took a large gulp.  “Can I come over” continued Sam. “Could do with a beer if you have one going spare” 

“I’m not sure” said Marc

Sam looked at him “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, just a beer and a chat - promise” said Sam

“Ok then” said Marc “come over”

“On my way” said Sam and hung up and disappeared into one of the adjoining rooms

Marc started to panic a bit- he was stood semi naked with a hard on and some guy who was flirting with him would be ringing his intercom at any moment.

Five minutes later there was a knock at his door causing him to jump. He answered to see Sam standing in front of holding a bottle of red wine. “Door code is the same” he said with a smile

Marc gestured to come in- as he passed Marc got a whiff of Sam, he smelled really nice. He was wearing a gym vest and had pulled on a pair of sweat shorts. Marc watched as he headed towards the kitchen with wine in hand. His pert butt cheeks swaying gently as he walked. He closed the door and followed him into the kitchen.

“Beer?” Marc offered

“Yes please” replied Sam

Marc cracked the tops on a couple of bottles and gestured him into the living room. Marc sat at one end of his couch - Sam sat at the other end, he sat with one leg on the couch and one on floor in a nonchalantly relaxed way. 

“Cheers” said Marc nervously 

“Cheers” Sam retorted and lifted the bottle to his mouth and put his head back to drink  Marc eyed Sam quickly - looking at the chest hair poking over the top of the vest then down to the bulge in his pants - the leg hole was gaping open allowing him to see a little way up his left thigh, could he see Sam’s cock head? he looked up just as Sam had lowered the bottle he was drinking from.

They chatted a while about their jobs, interests and hobbies whilst consuming several more beers and a couple of glasses of red wine as they seemed to have a lot in common. Marc felt himself become more relaxed in Sam’s company.

Marc got up from the couch to go to the toilet but as he stood he stumbled forward and fell into the lap of Sam  “woah big boy” laughed Sam as he helped Marc regain his balance  

“Sorry” said Marc “I think I’ve had too much to drink” then started giggling as he tried to get to his feet. He put his hand on Sam’s chest to steady himself and could the hairs poking from the top of the vest. They felt soft , not as he had imagined. His fingers rubbed gently over them before he moved his hand and stumbled out of the living room and into the bathroom. After a minute or so Sam heard Marc call to him from the bathroom  

Sam went into the bathroom to find Marc stood naked, his shorts around his ankles. He outstretched his hands crucifix style and giggled “do you like” 

Sam’s eyes widened in disbelief “damn yeah” as Sam looked Marc up and down, taking inthe perfectly formed hairy chest and of course Marc’s semi hard 7 inch thick cock which was growing in front of his eyes.

Sam removed his vest as Marc stepped forward towards him, took him by the hand led him into the bedroom.

Marc flopped back on the bed, his hardening cock bouncing as he did. Sam removed his shorts and climbed onto the bed next to a naked Marc. They lay without touching with Sam laving on his side with his hand propping up his head

“You sure about this” Sam asked Marc as his hand laid gently on Marc’s chest

“Let’s see how it goes” shrugged Marc as he leaned forward and kissed Sam on the lips. Their lips parted simultaneously and their tongues started wrestling.

Marc’s hand started exploring the Sam’s mass of thick soft chest hair. Sam moved his hand onto Marc’s midriff and rubbed in swirling motion slowly down towards his cock. His fingers found Marc’s pubes and he could feel Marc’s hardened cock on the rubbing on the back of his hand  his finger tips touched the base of his shaft.

They continued kissing passionately whilst exchanging saliva. Marc reached down felt the soft tip of Sam’s cock, it felt wet and sticky from his precum  his fingertips gently massaged the swollen tip of Sam’s cock  

Sam broke off from the kiss and started kissing Marc’s neck working his way down to his chest his tongue searching for Marc’s nipple whilst at the same time his fingers had curled around Marc’s swollen cock and he was now slowly pumping up and down on his thick tool. His tongue found Marc’s left nipple and was kissing, nibbling and swirling his tongue around its hardness, Marc’s body writhed on the bed. Marc firmly gripped on Sam’s hard cock and in unison they pumped each other. Sam continued kissing down over Marc’s abdomen knowing his face was getting closer to his cock He shifted his body around into 69 position eager to taste Marc’s cock.

Marc was faced with Sam’s cock inches from his face  he felt Sam’s tongue flick around his piss slit which made him quiver. He pointed Sam’s cock towards his face and slowly moved his lips over Sam’s swollen mushroom. As he took more of the cock into his mouth he could feel it stretching and aching his lips. His tongue pinned to the bed of his mouth due to its enormity. He withdrew the cock from his mouth with a slurping pop and a long string of sticky precum hung from his tongue to the piss slit of Sam’s cock, he licked around his lips swallowing the sweet sticky goo. He greeedily took the cock back into his mouth and pumped along the shaft with his lips taking more of Sam’s cock further into his mouth and throat with each thrust. After several minutes of pumping and sucking on Marc’s cock Marc’s groaning and writhing was becoming more intense  

“I’m cumming” he said breathily “oh fuck I’m cumming “. Sam could feel Marc grinding his hips and pumping his face with his cock, Marc arched his back pushing his cock as far as he could into Sam’s throat before exploding a mass of warm sticky cum into his mouth and throat. Sam gasped for air as Marc’s cock continued to pump string after string of white nectar onto his lips and tongue, goo dripping down his cheeks and chin. He swallowed hungrily, licking fervently along the shaft and swollen cock head.

Marc groaned as he released his cum whilst continuing to suck on Sam’s cock. Using his hand to pump vigorously on Sam’s shaft. Sam began thrusting his cock into Marc’s mouth “I’m gonna cum” he whispered loudly, “I’m.....I’m..... shit I’m cumming. Marc withdrew his mouth as Sam shot a large stream of cum onto his face and forehead, another stream followed, then another. Marc’s face was covered in thick cum dripping down over his lips. He licked at it tentatively- tasting it’s warm salty flavour. He placed his mouth over Sam’s now deflating cock head and sucked and licked around the still oozing piss slit.

Marc fell back on the bed - a loud exhaustive breath escaped his lungs as he breathed heavily. “wow” he said between heavy breathing “that was incredible”. He scooped a handful of cum from his face, he licked a glob of it before getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom. He washed his face, took a pee and returned to the bedroom. Sam was propped up on the pillows, one hand behind his head and the other pushing his hard cock upright. “You ready for some more” he grinned

Marc grinned back “oh yes”