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SUMMARY
Jake finally came around to sending his long awaited `memo' regarding female visitors to the apartment complex. With a blanket email sent to all the staff members and residents, he made it a house rule that from that moment on, no women would be allowed to visit or spend the night at his property.
He also placed into effect a "Clothing Flexible" provision, allowing residents to walk about the interior spaces of the complex in little or no clothing at all. Furthermore, he clearly encouraged residents and staff to `get to know each other more' by meeting up and bonding over in unit visits and enjoying the in house amenities.
Obie was so horned up imagining all the potential benefits of these changes, that he began fucking his Fleshlight and almost cumming inside the masturbation toy. Moments before shooting inside the slippery sleeve, Roman showed up at the door, asking for a midnight fuck. Not wanting to be rude, Obie obliged and plowed his Swiss arse into oblivion, in the end, resulting in the second ejaculation for both men in the same evening.
Obie was now spent, having emptied his balls twice that evening, first in the mini orgy in the stairwell, then, from fucking Roman around midnight.
Soon, Obie drifted to sleep, waking up early the next morning.
"Fuck, it's almost 730AM and I have to be at the office in an hour!!!!!!!!!!!".
Realising his bed was lopsided, he remembered the broken leg, caused by his fucking Roman hard the night before. He called maintenance and arranged for someone to come in during the day and fix it. The maintenance manager asked Obie what caused the leg to break and he bluntly said,
"I was fucking a friend fast and hard, we both got carried away".
"Oh ok, that happens, no worries, I'll send someone up within a few hours".
"I'm sorry, what's your name?"
"I'm Ivan, and you?", "Oh, I'm Obie Santangelo, unit 507".
"Great, I'll call you when the repair is completed, Mr. Santangelo".
"Have a great day".
"Nice guy that Ivan....."...
Obie rushed and took a quick shower, ate a protein bar with some OJ and ran out the door, hoping to hail a nearby cab to work.
As he took the elevator to the ground level, someone right below his floor, rang the lift. When the doors opened, a tall, very handsome man in his early 30's walked in. He was wearing a suit and tie and carried what appeared like a medical bag. Smiling warmly, he said, "Good morning neighbour".
"Ummmm, good morning to you two", responded a slightly taken aback Obie.
"I sense you are a bit late to work, could I give you a ride?", offered the man with the medical bag.
"Yes, I think I must have overslept, but it's OK, I'm just going to hail a cab, my workplace is about 20 minutes away on Newton Street".
"Newton Street is kitty corner from where I work, at the Boston University School of Medicine", responded the tall, dark and handsome man that was insistently offering Obie a shared commute.
"Well, that's very kind of you..."....began to respond Obie.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my bad, I'm Lance, Dr. Lance Kelly, I work at the sports injuries wing of a medical center in town".
"Nice to meet you, I'm Obie, Obie Santangelo, I'm from Malta. I am here in Boston doing a 6 month marketing internship".
"It's a pleasure to meet you Obie. You come from one of the most beautiful destinations in the Mediterranean. I spent a summer vacation there 4 years ago, still remember the wonderful architecture, history and really nice hidden beaches".
"Wow, small world, and yes, Malta is all of that and so much more", smiled Obie.
Lance and Obie walked over to the car park and got in Dr. Kelly's vehicle, a grey and blue 2020 Palisades SUV with tinted windows.
Settling into the plush leather seat, Obie took a closer look at Dr. Kelly. It was then he noticed that he was practically a dead ringer for Ryan Gosling, so much so, they could almost be twin brothers.
Picking up on Obie's observation, Dr. Kelly quipped, "Yeah, I get that all the time, that I'm Ryan Gosling's body double, haha!".
"How did you know that was what I was thinking of?", inquired Obie.
"Dunno, maybe I have a special gift of reading people's minds, so....be careful what you think about when you are around me.....Hahahahahaha!!!!".
Obie was transfixed by the handsome stranger he had just met not even 10 minutes prior in the elevator. The man was not only a Ryan Gosling look alike, but also, friendly, good humoured and seemingly insightful. And the icing on the cake? The bloke was a fucking sports medicine doctor, specialising in sports related injuries. Quite the catch for sure.
The one thing that was too early for Obie to figure out was his orientation. Was he straight, bi, gay, curious or hetero flexible....
Obie always liked a challenge. Knowing Dr. Kelly was his neighbour on the floor above his, would provide insights into the doc's orientation in due course.
"So how long have you been staying at the complex, Obie?"
"Just about 4 months".
"Oh ok, I moved in a year ago and I am renewing my lease for another year. My unit number is 607, you are welcome to stop by for some beer or wine if you want tonight after 8. I'm having some colleagues from the clinic over as well".
"Thank you Dr. Kelly, I'd love to".
"607?, so, you are right above me then, I'm in 507".
"Correct Obie, we are, I'm on top and you are on the bottom".
Noticing how that sounded, Dr. Kelly immediately apologised.
"I'm sorry, I did not mean that the way it sounded". "It's ok Dr. Kelly, it's cool", said Obie.
And just like that, Obie mentally jotted down perhaps the first clue....
There was an awkward period of silence of about 2 minutes.
"So Dr. Kelly, does your bedroom window face the other side of the complex, to the other wing?".
"Yes it does. And I can actually look down on some of my fellow residents, including someone by the name of Roman, he's from Switzerland, do you know him?"
"Ah, yes, I do, he's right across my bedroom window. We've gotten together a few times for happy hour up on the terrace".
"Oh nice, maybe we three can hook up sometime at the terrace bar and chat for awhile", said Dr. Kelly.
"Yes, of course", responded Obie, as his eyebrows arched up with yet another clue to his unanswered question.
In his mind, Obie wondered if perhaps Dr. Kelly by chance, had looked down to Roman's open window and caught him walking around naked and or, having some of his sexual adventures as of late...
Or if indeed, perhaps, Dr. Kelly had in effect, `hooked' up with Roman on a up close and personal basis. Obie decided to let things flow on their own.
"A Silver Dollar for your thoughts, Obie?", said Dr. Kelly.
"It used to be a Penny, but you know, inflation...."....
"Hahahaha, my, you are quite amusing Dr. Kelly, I like your wit", remarked Obie.
"Well, it helps set my patients at ease sometimes".
"By the way, please stop calling me Dr. Kelly, it's just Lance to you".
"Ok, Lance".
In no time, they arrived at Obie's workplace.
"Thanks Lance, I appreciate the shared ride, I hope it was not an inconvenience".
"Not at all Obie, it was a pleasure. See you tonight after 8".
Obie walked to his 11th floor office smiling, in a good mood, his mind still on the handsome, Ryan Gosling clone who just happened to be a doctor at a medical centre just 5 minutes away.
The day dragged. Obie could not wait for 5PM to arrive. He wanted to go home, take a nap, shower, grab a bite and go up to Apartment 607.
Normally, Obie would see these encounters as purely sexual hookups, but this time, it was a bit different. Lance was nice, professional, decent. He was like a younger Jake, but a bit more conservative.
Still, it was too early to get too excited. Dr. Kelly could end up being straighter than an arrow.
Just before clocking out for the day, Obie's phone lit up with a text message:
'Mr. Santangelo, it's Ivan from Maintenance, your bed is now fixed, as good as new'.
'Please let me know if there is anything else you need, I am your resident janitor, just ring me at extension 2669'.
"Nice, very nice, I'll have to make a mental note on meeting this guy Ivan, at least to thank him for quickly fixing my bed".
After work, Obie got home and decided to go and workout for at least 35 minutes. Kevin had already left for the day. Towards the end of the workout, Obie pulled a muscle on his right shoulder and was in significant pain.
"Fuck, I can't believe this happened now! It's 645PM and I need to shower, figure out what to wear, get some supper and be up at Lance's place by 830PM. Fuck my shoulder hurts!!".
Obie made the best of it and by 8PM he was ready, albeit still under some pain, as the worse was then over.
He decided to wear something preppy. He found a pair of snug fitting blue chords, a black polo shirt and a pair of penny loafers, which he put on without any socks. He also nixed wearing any underwear. In essence, he could be naked in just 3 easy steps of disrobing. Obie had lots of experience in that field. This of course was in case things went the way he hoped they would.
Grabbing a nice vintage bottle of Spanish Rioja Wine from the kitchen, he figured it would make for an appropriate host gift.
"Hi Obie, welcome, please come in".
"There's been a change of plans, my friends and I are going to meet for dinner tomorrow night instead. I'm actually glad, this way you and I can get better acquainted".
"Oh, ok, that would be cool Lance. I bought you this vintage bottle of Rioja wine from the north of Spain, it's bold but it goes down real good".
"Thank you Obie, how thoughtful, I love the wines from Spain".
"Please, come sit down here on my leather sofa next to me, let's catch up. How was your day"
"It was uneventful, but I'm glad it's over and it's almost the weekend".
Lance bought over some French cognac which they sipped from crystal goblets.
"Here's to new horizons and adventures Obie"!
"Cheers Lance".
"I noticed that you've been touching or massaging your right shoulder, is everything ok?".
"Well, not really. When I came home, I went to the gym to work out and I pulled a muscle right near the shoulder blade".
"Oh, no"! "Well, luckily, Dr. Kelly is right here and maybe I can help figure out what happened".
After 10 minutes, Lance told Obie he just bruised his shoulder because he was trying to hurry up with his workout, but all seemed fine.
"I think you should just put some warm compresses on it tonight and by tomorrow you should be back to normal".
Lance was standing behind Obie, still touching and feeling his neck and shoulders, and running his hands and fingers down his back, since those areas are all connected.
Obie felt jolts of electricity run up and down his body with every touch Lance made on his back and shoulders. He could sense his warm breath. It smelled like cognac. Obie was beginning to feel light headed from the effects of the strong liquor which he was not used to drinking. Obie also felt his cock begin to swell. How the hell could he hide his bulge from Dr. Kelly...
For a split second, he lost his balance as the effect of the drink began to kick in.
"Easy Obie, we don't need you to fall down too", said Lance, as he held on to him and placed his hands on his waist.
By that time, Obie felt that his cock had become fully erect and there was no way to conceal it. Still facing away from Lance, he tried not to turn around but it was useless.
"Is there anything else I could do to make you feel any better Obie?".
"No, I think your advice will be all I need, I'll just put on the compresses when I go back to my apartment".
"Great, glad I was able to help you".
"By the way, what's the name of that cologne you are wearing Obie?"
"It's Santal by Creed".
"Damn....it's smells amazing, almost intoxicating. It's like some of the most exotic perfumed oils I have sampled in India and the Middle East"...
Obie felt Lance move closer, his breathing became heavier..suddenly, he felt Dr. Kelly's hands come across his midsection, towards the front and linger right above his lower stomach.
There was no doubt now, Obie's question, was finally answered.
Lance began caressing Obie's upper body, finding his now erect nipples and softly pinching them.
Obie leaned backwards and allowed himself to make full contact with Lance from behind, which meant he discovered Dr. Kelly's hard bulge.
In silence, Lance slowly began softly kissing, licking, subtly biting Obie's neck, earlobes, shoulders, which sent shivers of pleasure through his guest's trembling body.
Lance slowly began undressing Obie from behind. First his black polo shirt, then his blue cords, finally the penny loafers.
Obie was now stark naked, still facing away from Lance. In contrast, Dr. Kelly was fully dressed.
"Are you hard Obie....huh....is your penis erect for your Dr. Kelly"....
"Find out for yourself"...
With one swift move, Lance turned Obie around and suddenly, a whopping 8 ½ uncut cock, dripping with precum came into view.
"Fuck dude, that is one amazing piece of meat....and I can't resist a cock like yours man"...
Before Obie knew what was happening, Lance got on his knees and took the entire shaft deep into his mouth. With vacuum force, he proceeded to give Obie one of the most intense blowjobs of his young life.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCKDRKELLEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
"NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM TOO FAST, STOP, PLEASE STOP!!".
Dr. Kelly ignored his pleas.
Pinching Obie's nipples, fondling his balls and increasing both the grip and speed of his cocksucking, bought Obie to a millisecond of ejaculating into his mouth.
"LANCE, LANCE, NO LANCE, I'M TOO CLOSE, YOUR MOUTH IS AMAZING, YOU ARE MILKING ME MAN. STOP I BEG OF YOUUUUUUUU"....
Lane stopped for a few seconds but the wicked look in his eyes, plainly said he would continue.
"Obie, remember, I'm on top and you are beneath me, on the bottom"....
He picked Obie up and carried him to his bed. In a matter that seemed like seconds, Lance was on top of Obie, totally nude, with his throbbing 8 inch cut cock, pressing against him.
"I want you Obie, I've wanted you since this morning.....OK??????"....I have been nursing this fucking hard on all day".
"That's the reason I cancelled the cocktail party with my colleagues, because I wanted you to be alone with me"...
"Oh fuck Dr. Kelly, I mean, Lance, I want you too, I've done nothing but think of you since you dropped me off at work".
"Then that means we both want this!!!!!!!!!!!!".
Both men wrapped around each other and made out like pre teens in heat, grinding, moaning, heaving, sweating, making the bed swerve and shake.
Within a few minutes later, both were at the precipice of ejaculating just from deep kissing and grinding their cocks together...
"When I said I'm in 607...you are in 507....Me on top...You on the bottom...THIS IS WHAT WAS ON MY MIND"....
"Fuck Dr, Kelly......FUCK ME NOWWW, FUCK ME LANCE, I WANT THAT IRISH COCK INSIDE MY ARSE!!!!".
Lifting Obie's bum up with a cushion, Lance got some lube from the nightstand and coated his penis from head to base.
Slowly, he inserted the head first, causing Obie to cry out with pleasure. Wrapping his legs around Lance's shoulders, he positioned himself at the right angle to receive his cock without leaving an inch outside.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah...ohhhhhhhhh fuck yeah....LANCE, LANCE, MORE, MORE, PLEASE MORE, ALL THE WAY IN, DR. KELLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!"....
Lance was all the way in and began thrusting his body onto Obie, while beads of perspiration bathed his face.
"Obie, I have not shot my fucking load in at least 5 days, but I think.....I think...NO.....I FUCKING KNOW, I'm gonna cum inside you....YOU are gonna CLAIM MY HOT FUCKING Week's worth of man jizz....DO YOU WANT IT?????????".....
"OH YEAH PLEASE LANCE, PLEASE, GIVE ME YOUR 5 DAY LOAD, FUCK ME HARD, FUCK ME FAST, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR BALLS HIT MY SLUTTY ARSE"!!!!!
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OBIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKK!!!"
"ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHFUCKKKYOUFUCKINGSLUTYOUFUCKINGWHORE!!!!!!!!!!!".
"I AM CUMMMMMMMMING IN YOUR HOT FUCKING ARSE OBIEEEEEEEEE"!
The force of Lance's ejaculation made him thrust deeper into Obie, hitting his prostate, which immediately made him shoot his load without touching his cock...
"OHHHHHHHHH LANCE, YOU ARE GONNA MAKE ME CUM HANDS FREE, OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Sure enough, Obie's cum flew out in a series of jets, hitting Lance in the upper torso and hear his mouth.
Both men collapsed in bed, totally exhausted, drained, breathing heavily as though they had just ran a marathon.
Somehow, they had ignited each other since the moment they met in the elevator and their heat simmered all through the day until the full fury of their instant attraction took it's due course.
Yes, Obie was going to put another notch in his conquest agenda, but Lance was different than his other fuck and suck buddies, he just felt it so.
"That was amazing Obie Santangelo, my head is still spinning".
"Ditto Dr. Kelly".
"Hey, don't go to your apartment, stay with me the night Obie, please?".....
"How can I say no to "Doctor's Orders".....