My name is Mark Roberts and I am a real estate agent for Dream Home Realty. I have an office in town, but I much prefer working from my apartment and find that nearly all my clients are more relaxed in a home style setting.

It was a Saturday morning and I had cleared my weekend for some much needed rest. After a wild orgy until the wee hours of the morning, I was looking forward to sleeping in. Such was not the case.

At about nine in the morning, I was awakened by loud noises from the vacant apartment next to me. After a moment I realized that someone was moving in.

Since it was identical to mine only in reverse, with living room dining area kitchen bath and bedroom down stairs and two bedrooms each with a private bath upstairs, I wondered if it was a family with kids.

Forcing myself to crawl out of bed and go downstairs to the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee. After preparing a cup, I slipped on just my jeans which I had left downstairs the night before and walked out onto my combination porch and patio. there was only a short wrought iron railing between our patios.

That's when I saw the rental truck and four guys moving in furniture and some work out equipment. They were all damn good looking and muscular and I would have gladly taken any and all to bed.

Moments later the furniture was in and they began to bring boxes out of the truck and stack them on the patio. That's when the tallest and best looking of the four, began to thank the other three for their help. The three left and as the fourth walked back up to the patio, I said, "You care to take a break and join me in a cup of coffee?"

"You bet, he replied. "I'm Brad Simmons," he added offering his hand.

"Mark Roberts," I replied, taking his hand.

"Have a seat and relax. You're buds desert you?" I said before asking how he took his coffee.

"Black," he replied before adding, "They had other plans for today, and if I sit too long, I'll never get all these boxes unpacked today."

I brought his coffee and as we talked, I found out that he was twenty-nine, single, and a corporate attorney. I knew that I had to get to know him better.

We finished our coffee and he began hauling boxes in. I slipped on some shoes and returned outside to offer my help. I found that Brad had removed his shirt and loved what I saw. His pecs were awesome and perfect as were his abs, and his chest was covered with a medium coating of dark brown hair.

I began carrying in boxes and placing them in the appropriate room as he unpacked them. Once they were all in, he offered his hand and thanked me and as we shook hands he gave me a slight hug, saying how much he appreciated the help.

Because of the hug, I wondered if there was more to it that I knew of if he was just that type person. I would have to wait to find out.

I returned to my apartment and showered and dressed and headed for the store, where I bought all the fixings for hamburgers and a case of beer.

When I returned home, I stuck my head into Brad's place and called out, "Hey Brad, it's Mark."

"I'm upstairs. Come on up."

I found him in his bedroom making his bed.

"You got any plans for tonight?" I asked.

"Not really. I'll probably go out and grab a bite to eat then come back here and relax. I'm worn out."

"I figured you would be, so I'm grilling some burgers tonight and thought you might like to join me."

"I don't want you to go to any trouble," he said.

"It's no trouble at all," I replied, "and besides, I've got the beer getting cold right now."

"That's all I needed to hear. What time you want me?"

"Anytime your ready, just come on over. the door will be open."

We had a great evening and I explained that I often had clients over to discuss home sales and the reason. he agreed that if he were buying, he would be more comfortable here than in a sterile office.

There was a baseball game on and since his cable hadn't been hooked up yet we watched it at my place.

Over the next few months, Brad and I became closer and closer friends. We had a lot in common which helped draw us together. During this time, when we were together, I played the straight role.

During the winter, the real estate firm had a sales contest. The person with the most closings during November and December would receive a ten day Caribbean cruise for two with a one thousand dollar on board paid account.

I busted my ass for sales and ended up with ten more closings than my closest competitor. When asked who I was going to take with me, I said that I had no idea, but secretly I had plans to ask Brad.

As spring approached, I asked Brad what his plans were for April or May.

"I have no idea, why?"

"Well, you remember that cruise I won? The boss is asking when I was going to take it. I was wondering if you would like to go with me."

"Fuck, man! Are you serious?"

"Sure. I consider you about my best friend. I'd love to have you go with me."

"Give me a date and count me in."

We chose a date and began making plans. We made sure our passports were current and started checking out shore excursions.

When I told my boss who was going with me, he looked at me and said, "No Girlfriend?"

"Nah, Brad is my best friend and we figured we could both chase some tail in each port."

He smiled and began making the reservations.

The day arrived and we were on the dock at the proper time to board. As we went through the registration process, we were told that our suite would be ready in an hour.

"Suite?" I asked.

"Yes sir. The reservation is for a Junior suite, mid ship."

"I won the cruise in a contest at work and was never told it was for a suite," I told the agent.

She smiled and said, "Well, it is. Enjoy your cruise, gentlemen."

We boarded and grabbed a bite for lunch and a cocktail before heading for our suite.

It was on deck seven and was awesome. There was a small living area with sofa and two chairs and a desk. To the right was the bedroom closets and bath. I knew that there were two beds but the cabin attendant had put them together to form a king bed. 'Yes' I thought.

When Brad saw it he paused for a moment before saying, "Well, I wasn't expecting this but since it's not costing us anything I guess I can live with it. How about you?"

"Yea, I guess I can also."

I knew he had never cruised before and didn't know that the king bed could be split into two separate beds and I damn sure wasn't going to tell him.

We set down our carry-on bags and looked around. The balcony could be accessed from both the living room and bed room.

"Nice," I said.

"Fucking A," Brad replied.

We went to one of the nearby bars and got a beer and returned to our balcony. We watched the others as they arrived. As we started our second beer we heard the horn sound and the ship began easing away from the dock. We watched as reality slowly disappeared behind us.

Later we dressed for dinner and afterwards hit one of the bars before going to the casino. Returning to our suite near midnight I called room service for a couple of beers. When they arrived we turned out the lights and sat on the balcony in darkness, looking up at the stars and listening to the waves around us.

We went in to get ready for bed and Brad seemed slightly nervous. When I asked if something was wrong, he smiled and said, "Well, yea. I've been thinking about it all day."

"Well, spit it out," I replied.

"Mark, I'm a little embarrassed to admit it but the only way I can really get a good nights sleep is if I'm nude."

"Fuck, is that all," I replied. "It's the same with me. I always sleep nude and was going to suffer and wear briefs."

"Damn, I'm glad to hear you were wondering also. I'm sure we've both seen other guys nude in college or at the gym. So what's different here?" he said.

"Not much, really. Hell, I'm game if you are."

He smiled at me and immediately stripped nude and looked at me. I immediately followed his lead. Smiling at each other, we slipped into bed and turned out the light.

"See you in the morning, bud," he said.

"Yep," I replied.

I had managed top steal a look at his cock and soft it was close to seven inches and kind of thick. Only one word could describe it and that word was 'Beautiful'!


(Part 2 gets better.)



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