Coming Home

I didn’t see much of Mr. Macmillan for the next few days, I guess he got busy with the horde of boxes that needed unpacking, but I can’t say that he was far from my mind ever since that night. Really, I have no idea if whatever chemistry I felt was just my imagination or maybe my own rampant horniness, but still, I felt like there was something going on between us and I was dying to figure out if he felt even remotely the same.

It was finally Friday and I wore similar clothes for moving his stuff, as the weather called for a hot day, but heading outside was like walking through Hell. Even just the fifty or so feet to the other entrance of our building was enough to give me small beads of sweat that peppered my forehead. The inside hall was cooler, but the building supervisor clearly didn’t care about keeping the hallway nice and chilly. Still, anything was preferable to the heat wave going on outside.

I’d just crested the stairs and knocked on Andrew’s door when it swung open and I couldn’t believe the sight before me. Just like the visions I’d play in my head, all alone in my room, there was Mr. Macmillan’s beefy, hairy chest on display for me to enjoy. He was covered in sweat, making the little bit of muscle that peaked through his physique glisten and shine. There was a deep layer of hair that extended across his upper chest before descending into a thick treasure trail that continued down into his shorts. I had to restrain myself from reaching out and running my hand along his upper torso, dying to see how hard I could make his nipples, before I came to and realized he’d started speaking.

“Shit, sorry Charlie, but the AC busted this morning and I haven’t been able to get a hold of the repair company all day. I guess I’m not the only one with shitty luck to have the air go out on the hottest day of the year, so I totally understand if you don’t wanna help today.”

I did notice the faintest glimmer of a smile as he realized I’d been staring at his fucking amazing body just a second before, but the look he gave me now seemed like he genuinely wanted to make sure I was okay with the heat.

“Andrew, I promised I’d help and I keep my promises. Plus, it ain’t like I’ve never experienced this kind of heat before,” I responded, slipping past him in the doorway before he could protest. I scooted just past his arm stretched out on the doorframe and caught a whiff of such an overwhelming, masculine scent that I nearly moaned out loud again, but I managed to keep on moving in to his apartment and set about with the task at hand.

It seemed like he spared no expense when it came to his new set up. There was a massive, 70 inch tv still in the box, along with a set of speakers, a soundbar, an elaborate cable set up, as well as a fancy new router. On the wall in front of the sofa there was already a wooden console set up that housed hundreds of movies and shows, a lot of which were still sealed in plastic.

“Damn, guess you must have been looking forward to having your own entertainment lounge, huh? This is all top-of-the-line stuff.”

He turned a bit sheepish, crossing one of his arms over his exposed chest, giving me a tantalizing view of the hair in his armpit before speaking up. “Heh, yeah, Lucy never really got into movies and tv like I did, so I figured I’d treat myself now that it’s just gonna be me here,” he said, standing over and looking at the new boxes before him.

Figuring I’d test the waters a bit with the new dynamic we seemed to have, I replied, “Well sir, if you’re ever looking for a viewing buddy, I’m always down. I love all sorts of stuff and would die to see what it looks like on the big screen.”

There was no answer at first, but I glanced up and he was looking straight at me. “Yeah? That sounds like a lot of fun, sport. I’ve never really had anyone to share all this stuff with. Lucy couldn’t care less and Hunter seemed to find flaws in whatever I tried to watch with him.”

Biting down a rather rude comment about his son, I replied, “Really? Who the hell can find a flaw with the Lord of the Rings?”

Apparently, this opened a floodgate I was not prepared for. Mr. Macmillan launched into a long discussion about all of these movies that I really enjoyed, but he seemed to know and care so much about all of them. It was such a rapid change in him, but I couldn’t help but smile and listen, as he regaled me with bits of trivia on his favorite films, funny stories about seeing them in the theaters, and just overall gushing about his hobby. I honestly felt a little bad for him, since it seemed like he’d been holding all of this back from his family, who just didn’t seem to care that he loved this all so much. But still, I was glad to sit here and I knew that I could listen to this man tell me all the behind-the-scenes facts about Star Wars or recite his favorite quotes from horror movies for hours.

We worked through the day, me plugging everything in, organizing cords, and reading the instructions to make sure everything worked right while he asked me questions about my favorite movies and shows too. Eventually, he branched off and started asking me about my time at college and the job I’d had before moving back home. I told him about me majoring in Journalism and my work for the school paper that I loved and how I eventually got a job at the paper in the town over from where my small school was in upstate New York. I’d managed to get a small writing position for the news section, but my eventual goal was to start writing reviews for movies, books, Broadway productions, and video games for a major paper.

He talked to me about his own college experience, deciding against majoring in film studies and settling on the more stable, lucrative course of business management. Apparently, his own family pressured him to go this route, especially with a newborn in the house so he’d have a way to support a new family. Out of college, he got a job working at a food and beverage distribution company and made his way up in the ranks. It sounded a bit boring at first, but he seemed okay with it since a lot of his clients were movie theaters, so he always got to go to shows for free.

After a few hours of sitting in the heat, I finally decided to take off my own shirt as it was soaked through at this point. Normally, I wouldn’t dream of being shirtless in front of others, but seeing Mr. Macmillan being so confident and sexy seemed to get the best of me and I joined him, showing off my own hairy chest and stockier body. He seemed a bit taken aback at first, but he had a kind of grin on his face before letting out a loud wolf whistle and chuckling to himself.

“Dang son, look at you! Bet you drove all the girls on sorority row wild up in New York, huh?” He asked, with a goofy grin plastered across his face.

With just the hint of a smile on my face, as I was used to comments like this from my extended family and older folk in general, I replied back, “Actually sir, I was always a bit more of a fan of the frat houses if I’m being completely honest…”

The grin on his face dropped for a minute as he stared at me for a bit.

“Oh… so… uh, I’m sorry kid. I really didn’t know. I hope that didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.” Not exactly the reaction I expected, but I was glad for the genuine kindness he seemed to express.

“Really sir, it’s fine. I’ve come out to so many people at this point it just isn’t a big deal to me anymore. But thanks for the apology, that does mean a lot actually. I was a bit surprised honestly, I figured you’d get weird about it like Hunter did.”

He froze for just a minute before looking me right in the eye and with a sudden seriousness, he leaned in and asked, “What are you talking about, Charlie? Did he say something to you? Did he hurt you?”

“No, no, nothing like that, really. I think he just knew I was gay before I did and I think it drove him away. No one really wanted to be friends with the gay kid in school, it just took me a while to realize that’s why everyone kind of ignored me.”

His face was a bit red at this point before he responded, “That little shit, I raised him better than that!” The words were said with an intensity I really wasn’t expecting and before I could think I put my hand on his thick forearm, still slick with sweat.

“Sir, really, I don’t think he did it to be hurtful. I think being friends with me would have just made it harder for him to get by and looking back on it, I don’t really blame him. Sure, it hurt back them, but I’m grown up now and I’m fine. It made me stronger. I promise.”

Again, I felt that little bubble of comfort surrounding me as I sat here with him. I couldn’t help, but see the intimacy from an outside perspective as I still clutched on to his solid and hairy forearm, both of us shirtless, and him glancing down at my own chest before meeting my eyes in a hungry gaze that matched my own.

“You sure have grown up, haven’t you?”

To be completely honest, I don’t remember who acted first, but the next thing I knew, I’d climbed on top of his lap and we were kissing with an intensity I’d never felt. I’d dated a bit before and had some experience, but overall, I’d say I was still in virgin territory, but I let every impulse run wild as I explored the sexiest man I’d ever known.

As we made out, the trimmed hairs of his beard felt pleasant, if a bit scratchy as they ran against my own stubble, creating an amazing friction that matched that of my hands as I ran them over the chest I’d fantasized about for years. I moved lower and just felt his chest hair move underneath my fingers, before settling on his nipples that were starting to get hard, before turning rock solid under the twists I gave them.

He moved away from my mouth and started kissing down my chest, kissing and sucking every inch as he made his way closer to my already hard cock. I let out a loud, guttural moan as I’d never felt this close to anyone and he met me with his own loud groans of desire. I felt his arms run up my back and while I’m usually embarrassed by the hair that grows there, Andrew seemed to revel in its presence and gripped me closer.

However, I knew exactly what I wanted, and for that, I sunk off his lap and knelt between his meaty thighs. I pulled down the nylon shorts he’d been wearing all day and gave a small gasp of surprise to find out he’d been going commando all day. Before me stood one of the most amazing sights I’d ever beheld, as his dick stood straight up and ready for my awaiting mouth. I’m not going to lie, he wasn’t the largest man I’d ever seen, in person or otherwise, but it was still perfect. He stood about 6 inches long and plenty thick to satisfy anyone, but what really drew me in were the huge, hairy set of balls he had hanging below.

I’d gotten a bit lost in the moment taking everything in, but I soon felt a hand on my cheek, cupping it and tilting my head up. Mr. Macmillan was gazing down at me, panting a bit at the sudden outburst of lust from the both of us, but still, he spoke up.

“Charlie, are you sure about this? I don’t want to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Please sir, I’ve wanted this for a long time. I promise, I could never have any regrets.”

And I dove down, tackling his sweaty ball sac with my tongue as he erupted into a loud series of groans above me. I made sure to give each of his balls a proper treatment and I found myself just sitting there for a moment, inhaling the scent of Andrew. It wasn’t dirty or anything, despite the long hours we’d endured in this ungodly heat. It just smelled like him and I never wanted to get rid of that smell. But I figured I’d made him wait long enough and I started kissing up slowly, moving towards his shaft and slowly sucking in the head of his cock.

Up till this point, he’d been hands off, enjoying the pleasure I was giving him, but I soon felt his large hands wind their way through my hair and grasp my head, pulling me down further, begging me to take him fully. Afraid to disappoint him, I slowly made my way down his cock, before finding myself with my nose buried deep within his hairy crotch. I let out a bit of a moan for my own sake, but I knew it was making him feel good too, as the vibrations seemed to travel up his body and escaped as a loud, almost pleading groan from his lips.

I had one hand wrapped around his balls and the other continued to explore his body, settling on rubbing circles around his thick belly. I knew he was close when I felt the faint tug of his balls getting drawn tighter and I was close myself, without even having touched my hard cock this whole time. I continued to move up and down, before I felt him tap the back of my head in warning, unable to get out words as he was as lost in the moment as me. But I wasn’t about to let my hard work go to waste and I sunk down once again, pushing him to the back of my throat as he unloaded a seemingly endless stream of hot cum into my mouth. I tried to swallow everything, but I was a bit distracted from the same, overwhelming heat that erupted from my own dick as I started to shoot hands free, every pulse letting lose another shot of cum still trapped in my tight underwear.

I could feel his load dribbling out of the corners of my mouth as I came up for air, but I moved my tongue across and caught as much as possible. I looked up and there Andrew was, a look of complete contentment over his face as he moved his hand from the back of my head to the cheek once more. He gave small rubs of comfort and what felt like praise. At the same time, I couldn’t help but start to smile as I felt him moving his own cum across my cheeks with every stroke.

I got up unsteadily, literally weak in the knees from crouching for so long, but I didn’t care as I sat back on his lap once more. I could still feel him hard underneath me, his cock nudging against my ass while I planted another long, drawn out kiss on his lips. I enjoyed seeing his own load get smeared across the fine bristles of his mustache before I pulled away.

“Thank you, sir.” That was really all I could think to say, as I was still lingering in the euphoria of having finally gotten to experience sex with the man of my dreams. He started to laugh and I loved the feeling of his large belly moving against mine with every outburst.

“Really Charlie? I think I should be thanking you, you didn’t even get off,” he said, chuckling to himself.

“Uh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that actually,” and I embarrassingly looked down at the thin pair of cotton shorts I’d worn over, as the front now had a noticeable wet spot.

I promise, the look in his eyes in the next moment solidified whatever feelings I’d had for him as he looked completely shocked as he said, “Shit, you came just from sucking my cock?”

“Uh, yes sir. Do you really not know how insanely hot you are? I just couldn’t help myself,” I said, chuckling to myself.

“Kid, I don’t believe anyone has ever been attracted to all this,” he said, giving a noticeably loud slap to his stomach.

“Well believe it now, okay? I promise, you are the hottest guy I’ve ever met.”

He quickly met me once again for a short, but passionate kiss before pulling away.

“So, not to ruin to moment here sport, but I think we both could use a bit of a clean up. How about I throw these nasty clothes in the washer, we get nice and showered up, and then we test out this new set up and watch a movie?”

“That sounds perfect to me,” and I gave him one last kiss as I peeled off my cum soaked shorts and flung them to the side, before walking back towards his shower, just waiting for him to join me.