The Apartment Complex

A Familiar Face

I quickly snapped back to reality and put Lorenzo’s towel in the wash basket and continued to unpack. My mind was racing as I put the last of my things away. This room is my home I thought. I decided to message one of my friends to see if he wanted to hang out. I texted my friend Ethan to see if they were free.

Sorry man we’re still unpacking and getting our dorm set up here.

No worries. See you at orientation tomorrow.

Damn! I thought. It was still early and I was starving. That’s when I remembered what Lorenzo said about the food hall. Maybe I could go down and grab something to eat. I changed out of my shorts and my underwear, which were lightly covered in precum, and put on some nice jeans. Grabbing my phone and keycard I left and headed downstairs.

“Well, if it isn’t Alex!” A voice said behind me as I was waiting for the elevator.

“Mr. Wood?”

Mr. Wood was an old neighbor of mine. He was recently divorced after he caught his wife cheating on him. She took everything in the divorce, it was the talk of the neighborhood. One day he lived down the road from me and the next he was gone. He was in his mid-thirties and kept himself looking great, physically. He has short light brown hair and vibrant green eyes. He is approximately 6ft.

“Call me Norman.” He hugged me. “What are you doing here?”

“My college didn’t have enough dorms and paid for me to stay here.”

The elevator doors opened and we both got in. He was all smiles the entire way down to the first floor. I remember when he lived down the street from us that he was always smiling. I became a little sad when I realized he was probably painting a happy persona for others. The elevator doors opened.

“I’m on my way to get something to eat.” He smiled.

“Me too actually.” I replied. “I’m just a bit lost around here. I only moved in.”

“C’mon I’ll show you.”

He put his arm around me and showed me the way to the food hall. He smelled great, like sandalwood. The food hall was huge. There were a few tables with different foods on them and I could see Eduardo working behind the counter for the hot food. He really was an overpaid receptionist or underpaid I thought. We got our food and we sat down at one of the empty tables.

“Are you all set for your first day tomorrow?”

“Everything’s ready.” I sighed. “I’m just a bit nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about.” Norman said. “Once you get through the first day, you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks, Mr.Wo- I mean Norman.” There was a pause in our conversation. “So… how are you finding living here?”

“At first, after the divorce, I was dealing with a lot of stuff.” He stared into my eyes. “But living with the guys here has really turned me around and I couldn’t be happier. This place changes guys like us, you know?”

“That’s great to hear.” I replied. “I did miss the barbeques you used to host.”

“Well, there is a courtyard maybe we could have our own here sometime?”

“Ah! Nice to see you down here.” A voice said from behind me.

It was Lorenzo. He was wearing a loose tank top, and his hairy chest and hard nipples were on display. He sat down between us. I could feel myself getting hard as I smelled him. I can’t describe what his scent was doing to me.

“Anyway, I got to go.” Norman got up from the table. “Early start tomorrow. Have fun tomorrow, Alex, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” I said, half saddened by his departure.

“I’m glad he was able to come here.” Lorenzo said. “When he first arrived here, he was all tears and gloom. But look at him now. His mood is better and his smile seems genuine, don’t you think?”

“He seems to have a positive attitude.”

“I’ve got to go too, I was only checking in on Eduardo anyway.” Lorenzo winked as he left the table. “Goodnight Mr. Alex.”

“Goodnight Lorenzo.”

He left and I was now alone at the table. Eduardo was cleaning everything up. I remembered what Norman had said about how this place changes guys like us. What did he mean by us?

I decided to leave and head to my room. I got out of the elevator and was walking past a room when I suddenly stopped. The rooms on the outside of the apartment have a window beside the door, to give some extra light I presume. I narrowed my eyes to see what was making that flashing light.

It was Norman and he was watching porn! He was completely naked and stroking his dick. Must have been at least 7 inches and was thick. I kept watching him as he played with his cock. He was cut and was teasing his head and fondling his big balls. I started to get hard, again. I put my hand into my jeans and started touching myself.

What am I doing? I thought to myself as I realized what I was doing. I kept watching however, it felt wrong but it only made me harder. He was watching gay porn. A young white twink getting fucked by a muscular dominant guy. His body was jacked, I couldn’t tell before by his flannel shirt.

I could see his body was tensing up, making his six-pack look more defined, and his jerking became faster until volleys of cum exploded from his cock. He kept stroking as cum flowed out. He stood up and was now facing the window. He grabbed a towel that was on the back of the chair he was sitting on. His cum made his muscles glisten and he had a cheeky smile on his face.

He looked towards the window as I quickly ducked and crawled back to my room. Did he know I was there? My mind was racing. I’d be so embarrassed if he saw me. It was getting late and so I went to bed. I usually sleep naked as I get too warm during the night.

I woke up at about 3 am fully hard. I was dreaming about Norman and his cock. I couldn’t control myself anymore, I finally gave in to my feelings and jerked off. My mind went between Norman and Lorenzo. Then both of them together. I was nearing climax when I thought of the two of them with me. Suddenly the biggest load I have ever mustered sprayed all over me, my chest, and my face.

I hopped into a quick shower before going back to bed.