I was sweating my ass off when I saw the guy carrying boxes up to the unit next door. Big dude. Thick arms. Gray t-shirt soaked through and stuck to his chest. I should have just gone inside. Instead I stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
Need a hand?
He looked down at me and gave a short laugh. Yeah, if you don’t mind. This shit is heavier than it looks.
Reid, he said when he reached the bottom. Just moved in from Houston.
Caleb, I told him and grabbed the other end of the box. Welcome to the building.
Up close I got hit with his smell right away. Warm sandalwood and amber. Deep and kind of sweet, mixed with sweat from working in the heat. It was strong. Every time we had to squeeze past each other in the narrow hallway I caught another hit of it. I told myself to ignore it.
We started moving his stuff in. It was slow work. The stairs were narrow and the boxes were heavy. Every time we lifted something together our arms brushed or our shoulders pressed close. I kept catching myself looking at his arms when he carried something. The way the muscles moved under his skin. The sweat making everything shiny. That sandalwood smell kept hitting me every time he got close. I was trying not to notice but it was hard.
Told myself to stop. Told myself it was just the heat making me stupid.
We got the couch up after a lot of grunting and stopping halfway to rest. His shirt was soaked by then. Mine too. When we set the couch down in the living room our hands touched for a second on the armrest. I pulled mine back fast. He didn’t seem to notice.
We kept going. Box after box. Some of them were heavy as hell. One time we had to carry a dresser up together and we got jammed in the doorway for a minute, his back against my chest while we tried to angle it through. I could feel the heat coming off him. That smell was all over both of us now. I was breathing through my mouth and still getting hit with it. My dick started getting hard in my shorts and I hated it. I did not need this shit. I was not like that.
We took a break after we got the big stuff inside. I went back to my place and grabbed two cold beers without even thinking about it. Just being neighborly, I told myself.
Here, I said and handed him one.
Reid took it and nodded. Thanks, man. This heat is no joke.
We sat on the floor in his living room, backs against the wall, drinking. He told me he got a new job in Dallas and had to move fast. I told him I worked from home most days. Nothing deep. Just small talk. But every time he moved I caught that sandalwood smell again. His shirt was clinging to his chest and I kept looking without meaning to. I told myself to quit it. Told myself to finish the beer and go back to my place.
We finished the beers and went back to work. There was still a lot left. We moved more boxes into the bedroom. One of them was full of clothes and it ripped when we lifted it. Stuff spilled out on the floor. We both bent down to pick it up at the same time and our heads almost knocked together. I could smell him even stronger up close. My face was right near his neck for a second. I stood up too fast.
Fuck, I thought. Get it together.
We kept moving. It took another hour to get most of it inside. By then we were both soaked with sweat. His shirt was almost see-through in places. I could see the shape of his chest and stomach when he reached up to put something on a shelf. That smell was everywhere in the small apartment. Every time he walked past me I got another hit of it mixed with his sweat. I was hard again and trying to hide it by keeping boxes in front of me.
We were in the bedroom trying to set up his bed frame when it happened. The frame was one of those heavy metal ones and we had to lift it together to get it against the wall. We got it in place but one of the legs was stuck on something. We were both bent over, shoulders touching, trying to wiggle it free. His arm was pressed against mine. I could feel the heat of his skin. That sandalwood and amber smell was right in my face.
I turned my head a little and he was looking at me. Neither of us moved for a second. His eyes dropped to my mouth then back up.
You good? he asked, voice low.
Yeah, I said. But I did not move.
He did not move either.
Then he kissed me.
It was rough at first. Like all the tension from the last two hours snapped at once. I grabbed his wet shirt and yanked it up. He tasted like beer and sweat. His hand went straight to my ass and pulled me in tight against him. I could feel how hard he was through his shorts.
We did not talk much after that.
He walked me backward until my back hit the wall. Still kissing me. Then he pushed down on my shoulders and I went to my knees. My hands were shaking when I pulled his shorts and underwear down. His cock came out heavy and thick. Long. Veined. Fat head already wet. The sandalwood and amber smell was strongest right here, mixed with the musk of his skin and sweat from working all day. It made my head spin.
I wrapped my hand around the base and looked at it for a second. Thick enough that my fingers didn’t quite meet. Heavy in my palm. A drop of precum slid down the head and I leaned in and licked it off. Salty. A little bitter. I could taste him and smell that warm sandalwood at the same time.
Reid put his hand in my hair.
Yeah, he said. Get on it.
I started slow. Long, slow licks from the base all the way up to the head, dragging my tongue along the underside. I could feel every vein. I kissed the tip then opened my mouth and took just the head inside, sucking on it gentle while my hand stroked the rest of him. He tasted good. I took more on the next pass, letting my spit run down his shaft and over my fingers. Every time I pulled back I licked around the head, circling it with my tongue, tasting more precum as it leaked out. I was breathing through my nose and getting hit with that sandalwood smell every time. It was making me dizzy.
My jaw was already starting to ache but I kept going. I licked every inch of him, getting him wet and shiny. I sucked on the head for a long time, hollowing my cheeks and working my tongue under it while I stroked him steady with one hand. Then I used both hands, twisting them as I stroked the shaft while I kept sucking the head. Spit was dripping down over my fingers and onto the floor.
I moved lower. Ran my tongue over his balls, sucking one into my mouth and rolling it gentle while my hand kept working his cock. He groaned above me and spread his legs more. I licked and sucked on both of them, taking my time, feeling how full they were. Then I went back up and took his cock in my mouth again. This time I tried to go deeper. The head hit the back of my throat and I gagged hard, eyes watering. I pulled off, spit pouring from my mouth onto his cock, then went right back down. I kept doing that. Pushing myself to take more each time. Every time I gagged I pulled off for a second, caught my breath, then went down again. My eyes were watering and spit was running down my chin but I didn’t stop.
Reid’s hand tightened in my hair. He started moving his hips, fucking my mouth in slow, shallow thrusts. I let him. Opened wider and let him push deeper until I had to pull off and gasp. Spit connected my lips to his cock in thick strings. I looked up at him with my mouth open and he groaned.
Fuck, he said. Look at you.
I went right back down. I was messy now. Spit everywhere. My hand stroking him fast while I sucked the head, then taking him deep again until I gagged. My own cock was throbbing in my shorts and leaking steadily. I still didn’t touch it. I was too focused on the heavy weight of his cock stretching my mouth and the way that sandalwood smell was all over my face and hands.
I lost track of how long I stayed on my knees. My jaw hurt bad but I kept going. Licking. Sucking. Stroking. Gagging and recovering. Every time I pulled off I licked the head clean of spit and precum then went down again. Reid was breathing hard above me. His hand in my hair was guiding me now, not forcing, just showing me how he wanted it. I let him use my mouth.
After a while he pulled me off his cock with a wet sound. It was shiny with spit and still leaking. He hauled me up by the arm, spun me around, and bent me over the stack of boxes. The cardboard was rough against my chest and stomach. I heard him spit, then felt two thick fingers push between my cheeks and rub over my hole. He worked them in rough, scissoring me open while I pushed back on them. I was already loose from how turned on I was. He added a third finger and fucked me with them deep and steady, twisting them inside me until I was moaning into my arm.
You want this bad, he said behind me, voice low.
I pushed back harder on his fingers and didn’t answer.
He pulled his fingers out, lined his cock up, and shoved into me in one long, hard thrust. I bit my arm and groaned loud. He was thick and it burned at first, stretching me wide open, but then the burn turned into this deep full feeling as he sank all the way in until his hips were flush against my ass. He stayed there for a second, letting me feel every inch of him pulsing inside me, then started moving.
He fucked me hard. Deep, rolling thrusts that rocked the boxes under me. One hand stayed on my hip, gripping tight. The other pressed between my shoulder blades, holding me down while he pounded into me. Every time he pulled back I felt the thick head dragging against my hole before he slammed back in. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me was loud and filthy. Skin slapping. My broken moans. His heavy breathing. The smell of sandalwood and sex and sweat was everywhere.
Reid leaned over me, chest against my back.
You took it so easy, he growled against my ear. Like your hole was made for my cock.
I could not talk. I just pushed back to meet every thrust and moaned every time the fat head dragged over that spot inside me. My cock was hanging heavy between my legs, dripping steadily onto the floor without being touched. The way he was fucking me was hitting everything right. I could feel myself getting close already but I didn’t want it to end yet.
He reached around and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking it rough and fast while he kept thrusting. The combination was almost too much. I was shaking under him, pushing back on his cock and forward into his hand at the same time. He changed his angle slightly and started hitting that spot even harder with every thrust. I was moaning nonstop now, face pressed against the cardboard.
Reid kept going. He didn’t slow down. He fucked me through it, long and hard, his cock stretching me open over and over. Every time he bottomed out I felt it in my stomach. Sweat was dripping off both of us. His hand on my hip was tight enough to bruise. I could hear how wet it was every time he pulled out and pushed back in.
I came hard without warning. My whole body locked up and I shot onto the boxes and the floor with a broken sound. My hole clamped down tight around him. Reid cursed and fucked me through it, pounding harder while I shook and pulsed around his cock. He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was whimpering and pushing back on him even though I had already come.
He was close now. I could feel it in the way his thrusts got shorter and rougher. His hand left my cock and gripped both my hips, holding me in place while he drove into me. I was still shaking from my orgasm but I pushed back on him anyway, wanting to feel him finish inside me.
Reid groaned low and deep. He buried himself all the way in and came hard. I felt every thick pulse of it. Hot and heavy, flooding inside me. He stayed buried while he finished, grinding slow and deep, pushing his load as far in as he could. Some of it was already leaking out around his cock and running down my thigh in warm streaks.
He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed pressed against my back, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest. We stayed like that for a long minute, both of us catching our breath. Every time he shifted I felt more of his load leak out of me.
Finally he pulled out slow. A thick rush of his cum followed, running down the inside of my thigh and dripping onto the floor. Reid turned me around and kissed me slow this time, almost careful. Then he grabbed a clean t-shirt from one of the open boxes and wiped between my legs gentle, cleaning up the mess he made.
You good? he asked, quieter now.
Yeah, I said, legs still shaking. I am good.
He smirked, softer than before. Come back later if you want. After I get the bed set up.
I pulled my shorts up with shaky hands. Might do that.
When I walked back to my apartment I could still feel him with every step. Warm and slick and full inside me. His load was still leaking out slow and I felt it every time I moved. The sandalwood and amber smell was all over my hands and shirt and face. I knew I was going to smell like him for the rest of the day.
I did not bother lying to myself this time.
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