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With my new job I had to move away from all my family and friends, almost a thousand miles away. It was an opportunity I just couldn't pass up, though it was taking me out of my comfort zone. I'm a bit of an introvert. I'm good if I know you or comfortable with you, but strangers I clammed up. Oddly enough, I'm in public relations.
I moved into a nice one bedroom at an apartment complex that had just about every I needed. It had a gym, laundry, grocery and restaurants close by. The building was full of single young professionals like myself, so you would think it would have been easy to make friends. It wasn't.
We were all busy with our own lives and work to actually socialize with one another. I was no exception. Having starting my job in the middle of major project, I worked long hours and rarely saw anyone in the hallways. After two weeks I was in desperate need to do laundry and burn off some stress.
I had a few fuck buddies back home, but I hadn't had a chance to find someone to scratch that itch here. Without something clean to wear, I wasn't about to. So Friday, after work, I grabbed a load of clothes and headed to the laundry. There was already one machine going, so I wasn't the only one needing to do laundry.
I started one machine with one load, headed back to get the next and so forth till I had four machines going. I was playing some stupid game on my phone when the owner of the one machine I hadn't taken over came to get his clothes. I tried not to stare but it was near impossible not to.
He was gorgeous with short dirty blond hair, dark five o'clock shadow and huge. I mean bodybuilder huge. He had to top at least six foot and his arms were as thick as me, not that I was all that thick for skinny white boy, but you get the idea. When he bent over to pull his cloths out the machine, I was certain his pants were going to rip.
That's when I noticed the funny underwear line. They definitely weren't boxers or trunks, it was too small. The line didn't match up with someone wearing a jock or briefs. He was definitely wearing something, I just couldn't figure out what it was. Then I saw some women's underwear in his clothes that he quickly covered.
"His girl must have put some of her things in with his." I shrugged mentally returning to my game before I was caught. He ignored me, putting the clothes in one of the dryers before leaving me as his unintentional watchdog. One by one, I transferred my clothes from the washers to the dryers, my loads surrounding his single load.
I watched our clothes tumble about, noticing he had a lot of women's underwear mixed in his laundry. A thought crossed my mind, but when he barged in twenty minutes later, testosterone dripping off him, I brushed the thought aside. I did find myself staring at those casaba melons he had and their weird underwear line.
When he left, he gave me some butch nod as if just now noticing little me was here before he headed out. It didn't surprise me that he probably didn't see me till then. When you're a skinny five foot five guy most people missed you, add the glasses and quiet demeanor in public, I was virtually invisible to people.
After spending Friday night washing, drying and folding laundry, I decided Saturday I would check out the complex's gym. They had shown it to me when I first looked at the place, and when I moved it, and it was pretty nice. It had all the basic equipment, but most importantly it had a treadmill.
According to the building manager it was rarely used by the tenants because they preferred to spend money to be seen at the fancy gym down the street, which was fine by me. So, I was alone that Saturday morning. At first. I plugged my headphones in, stretched and just started running. Then the laundry hunk came in.
I saw in the mirror that he was a bit surprised to see me there. I gave a curtsy nod and kept running. He replied in same, his face showing the contemplation of whether to stay or go before he finally deciding to stay. If he figured out I was Gay, he must have also figured out there was no way in the world I'd ever be a threat to him given our size difference.
He wore a douche bag string tank and short shorts that showed off his massive legs. I tried not to focus on him, but he was directly behind me. My eyes watched as he did his first squat, doing triple my weight. I admired his firm taut buttocks, moving up to see the top of his underwear. I almost fell off the treadmill. He was wearing a pink thong.
I tried not to stare, but I was drawn to that small flash of color. I was enthralled with the idea of that soft silk, no, satin fabric nestled in those hard muscles. I bet he felt the tug of the fabric in his groin when he dipped down low. I wondered if he walked around his place in just that thong, and if he wore other things.
I grew hard thinking about it. I was grateful for the tight jock that held it and my boys in place. I couldn't take my eyes off his lowering rear, catching the briefest flashes before he stood, making it vanish from sight. Over and over again, I watched it appear and disappear. Sweat was pouring off my body because I wouldn't, no, couldn't stop staring at it.
The treadmill timer made my decision for me. I almost slammed into it when it started slowing down. I did my cool down and Panty Boy, as I had taken to calling him, moved to a chest press. I watched as he pushed out, his muscles bulging, his face showing the strain of the heavy weight. I couldn't stay any longer. He was turning me on too much.
I wiped down the machine and bolted from the gym. I had to get off. I didn't think he was doing it on purpose, but he was cock teasing me. I slammed my door behind me, headed straight to my bedroom with a trail of my discarded clothes behind me. I tossed myself onto the bed and didn't waste a minute to grab my aching eight inch cock and furiously stroked one out thinking of Panty Boy's thong between those delicious muscled cheeks.
I had never shot so quickly or so hard in my life. My stomach and chest were splattered in my excitement, but my balls still felt full, needing to be emptied. I laid there panting, coated in sweat and semen, too exhausted to get up. The softness of the bed took me, and I fell asleep with lustful thoughts about Panty Boy.
I woke up sticky, stinky, hungry and still horny. I took care of the first two in the shower and was tempted to take care of a third as well. Hunger beat horny out. I got dressed, ordering my cock to behave. I walked out of the complex, not even realizing I was looking for some hint of Panty Boy.
Every man I saw, no matter how they looked, I wondered if under their pants they too were sporting some lacey underwear. I was becoming obsessed. I wasn't even into women's underwear, but seeing that big masculine muscle man in something so small and feminine soft did something to me.
I blew another two loads Saturday night before going to bed. I went back to the gym, bound and determine to run him out of my mind. I got there as early as possible. I was fifteen minutes into my run when he came in again. A crop top cut off tee that showed that hard muscled stomach and a loose pair of shorts.
He hopped onto the lone elliptical machine and began going full steam. He was just out of the corner of my eye. My eyes saw red. Not out of anger, but the red strap of something he was wearing. They were definitely not men's underwear. I wanted to go over and pull his pants down and see what he was wearing. It was driving me crazy.
Again the treadmill stopped me, and I rushed back to my apartment where I repeated Saturday's monumental explosions once again. This time after my shower, I hopped onto the apps to see what trade I could find, but none interested me. None were Panty Boy. The few messages I did get were faceless guys sending me pictures of their dicks asking if I was interested. I wasn't. Not for them.
I had just about gotten him off my mind when Friday came and I decided to do laundry again. One of the washers was going, the same one from last time. I took the machine beside it before sitting and waiting, wanting to see if the owner was who I thought it was. It was. I stared blatantly as his ass, following the lines of his underwear.
He moved the clothes to the dryer, and I moved mine right beside his once they were ready. He ignored me when came back to grab his cloths, rushing out and back to the safety of his place. I guess that's why he didn't notice that he left one of his precious panties behind, having fallen out the basket.
I grabbed them, feeling how soft the white underwear as. They were like briefs but had a strip of cloth that had no place to go but between cheeks. They were, admittedly nice, with floral designs in lace all around them. I quickly tucked them into my pocket, feeling dirty and sneaky. It excited me to know I had his underwear, I just didn't know what to do with them just yet.
If he missed them and suspected I had them, he didn't let on when I saw him in the gym that Saturday or Sunday. I swear his clothes got smaller and smaller just so he could tease me with the barest glimpses of what he hid underneath. It was driving me crazy not to be able to see it all, to see him in just those supposedly taboo undergarments.
This time when I went back to my place after being blue balled in the gym, I had my cock in one hand, his panties in another. Each unfulfilling blast just instilled in me the desire for him and his panty clad body even more. I knew it was going to have to be me who made the first move, the very contradiction of who I was. It was that or live with aching balls the rest of my life.
Friday came, and I really didn't have enough laundry to do, but I still went to the laundry room in desperate need to see him and his panty lines. I ran a machine just to run it. He came in just as before, pulled his stuff out his machine and put it in the dryer. I licked my lips at the thought what he had hidden under his tough macho exterior.
I had his panties in my pocket. I knew it would have been the right thing to return them, but I just couldn't. Not without him knowing. That's the only reason I can think of for doing what I did. It was totally out of character for me. I guess our quiet time together got me comfortable with him, couple that with my longing to see him in satin sexiness, I grew bold.
When he came back to get his clothes from the drier, I watched him bed over, making him almost my height. I got up, moved over to him, and pulled the panties from my pocket. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears when I bent over and dropped the found panties into his basket.
"I found the panties you dropped." I whispered in his ear. He froze, his body rigid with fear and defensiveness. I was certain he could have pounded me into the floor if he wanted but he didn't move. "I'd love to see you in them sometime." He didn't even turn his head to look at me as my lips brushed his ear. "I'm free all night. Apartment 23 D. I bet you have a lot of frilly things you'd like to show me."
I didn't wait for his response. I just hightailed it back to my apartment amazed I could be so bold. My mind ran every scenario. He's come to my apartment and beat my ass. He'd do it in the gym in the morning. He'd change his schedule and I'd never see him again. The only scenario that I couldn't fathom was him actually coming over.
As soon as I got home, I had jumped in the shower to calm myself and my nerves. I had just slipped into some sweat shorts and an old tee when I heard the knock on my door. I hadn't expected it to be him when I opened the door only to find him there. All broad shouldered, muscled and tall.
He had changed too, into some jeans and a tight fitting tee that clung to his body and made my mouth water. "May I come in?" It was the first time I heard his voice. It was deep but soft. I could see that his cheeks were flushed red with shame or embarrassment. I just stepped aside and motioned him to come in, flabbergasted that he actually came and not to beat my ass.
We stood there in the entrance to my apartment, him the mighty giant, me the tiny ant. Neither of us knew what to say. Finally I just blurted out, "I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I should have snuck those panties back in your laundry instead of doing what I did."
He was silent a minute, taking in my words. "Look," he finally said, "I just came over to do whatever you wanted if you promised not to tell anyone about my little proclivity." He seemed to inflate his chest. "You know a big guy like me can't let it get out that he likes to wear certain... things. So tell me what you want and I'll do it, and we'll be done with it."
I was taken back by his words. I couldn't believe I had done this to him, made him feel like I was blackmailing him. "I am so sorry." I shook my head, moving my hands to cover my heart. "I didn't do what I did to force you to do something you didn't want to do. I just thought you were, um, kind of flirting with me."
He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You've been bending over in front of me at the laundry, then did squats right behind me in the gym." It was clicking that he hadn't even noticed me. "Then your clothes got skimpier and skimpier in the gym." I saw the hint of an amused smile on his stubbled face. "You were flirting, right?"
"I wasn't flirting." My ego was crushed. "I was teasing." It was my turn to be confused. "I kind of get off by being around people, doing things where they might see what I'm wearing underneath, but not know." He wiped his face with his hand. "It's that hint of danger of being found out, but that safety of no one knowing."
I sighed. "Would you like to come in and talk?" I smiled. "I'm Trevor." I stuck my hand out. He took my hand, his mighty hand enveloping mine. I couldn't believe I had misread the entire situation, but at least I was could get a friend out of it. "I'm new here, so you don't have to worry about me telling anyone about your sexy underwear."
"I'm Roger." I noticed his body was more relaxed when he let go of my hand. "Welcome to the complex." We were both a bit more at ease now. "I'd love to sit and talk." We stood there a minute when it hit him. "I'm sorry, I forget how big I am sometimes." He laughed smacking his forehead. "This way?"
I followed him into my living room where we sat on the couch. He took up the left side, and I sat crossed leg on the other side, looking at him. He was beautifully handsome. I grabbed us some beers and we chatted for a bit, about family, love lives, work and then the subject came up. The one we had been dancing around, that we both wanted to talk about.
"I bet you're wondering why a big ole boy like me likes to wear women's things." I almost spit out my beer when he said it. "Let's get it out in the open. You seem like a cool guy and if you tell anyone I'll sit on you." We both laughed at his mock threat. "It happened in college, some frat hazing initiation where all the pledges had to wear women's underwear for week. I quit the pledging but not the underwear."
"Where you as big as you are now then?" I sat my bottle down, and leaned in. I was imagining all this hot little frat boy wannabes in various forms of women's underwear running around campus, trying not to be busted by their peers. "I mean, where do you find things that fit you? You're not, well, my size."
"No, I wasn't, but close." He sat his empty on the table. "I order most of my stuff on line and hope that it fits." He blushed slightly, but didn't have any shame in his voice. "There are a few sites that cater to men like myself. The real problem comes when guys find out. They don't understand how a top can be into wearing these things."
He was a top. I made the mental note. "Hey, I totally get it. People look at me and just assume I'm a bottom." I let that hang between us for a second. "I am, but just to assume it is just annoying. I'm actually a versatile bottom, but when I try to top most guys it's like a Chihuahua trying to hump a Great Dane."
"You could get a step stool." It was nice to be able to talk to someone like this again. I felt comfortable with Roger, and he was obviously getting comfortable with me. "You know," he said a bit shyly, "I did come over here with the intent of parading around in my underwear for you." My heart raced. "I've never really did that for someone, you know strip and show them my panties."
My cock was hard. Was he really offering to let me ogle him, maybe touch him and his panties? "Only if you want to." I said as a way to give him a way out. "I admit, that I'm intrigued." He stood up with a grin on his face. "So are you going to put on a sexy show for me? Do I need to go get some ones?"
I turned on the couch so I could watch him. He stood towering over me. "This one's on the house. Just remember this is like my first time ever doing this." He pulled the edges of his shirt up and off, revealing that luscious body I had been eyeing in the gym. I laughed when he made his pecs bounce for me.
We didn't say anything. He kept his eyes on me. I kept my eyes on his body, wanting to reach out and touch him. He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants and slowly moved the zipper down. He turned quickly, preventing me from seeing what he was wearing. He looked back over his shoulder at me before his slowly slide his pants down, bending at the waist.
He was wearing a thong that had a strip of lace that covered the top of his crack. Two straps came down on either side and connected to these sheer fishnets. I just stared mesmerized by the sight. It was hot. He was hot. He stepped out the pants and turned around, allowing me to see his very erect and hard cock pushing against the see through fabric. He stepped closer to me, a slight twist in his walk.
I looked up at him, he wordlessly told me it was okay to touch him. My hands started on his calves and slowly moved up, feeling the softness of the garments. I watched him close his, a sense of pleasure he had denied himself exploded across his face. I moved a hand over his cock. He was definitely proportional. It was almost taller than me it seemed.
He let out a soft groan as I explored his body. I moved my hands over ridges of his abdominals, wondering how many sit ups it took to get them. My hands moved a long his sides, going to his hips where, I turned him to present to me those glorious globes. Perfect and hairless, a thing black fabric dividing them for me.
I squeezed and fondled them. I leaned in and kissed the left cheek. Roger let out another low moan. I kissed the other cheek, getting the same response. I sucked on the cheek, letting my tongue draw a little circle on his skin. Roger gasped. My hands explored his nylon and satin covered body.
Roger was getting turned on, so was I. He turned in my grip, presenting himself to me. His cock protruded lewdly up and out of his panties. A dribble of precum was forming on the cut tip. I pulled his thong down slightly, freeing his magnificent member. He made his cock bounce for me, telling me to go for it.
He was thick, a good three inches around, and eight in length. Luckily he wasn't dealing with any amateur. My hand barely got around it as I aimed it for my mouth. I kissed the tip in tribute, letting his sweet liquid coat my lips. I licked it off then swirled my tongue around the spherical head. Roger stifled a groan.
He was holding back. Little did he know I'd have him screaming like a banshee. I pointed him up toward his belly button. I ran my tongue from the bottom of his tip to the top of his balls then back again. The sound he made was a little louder this time. I moved back down his shaft, this time swiping my tongue back and forth.
I was rewarded with a gravely, "Fuck." I looked up at him, grinning like the cat that was about to eat the canary. Then I ate the canary. I swallowed him, taking his fat phallus down my throat easily. I was in heaven. A big strong man above me, his eight inches buried in my throat. I looked up his sculpted body to see him looking down at me in amazement.
I pulled back to the tip then back down again, nestling my nose in his smooth hard groin. His hands went to my head, running through my hair. "Damn, Trevor." He said softly while I gorged myself on his cock. I felt his hands on my shoulders, massaging them. "Fuck man, your mouth is like silk."
He stood there letting me enjoy his meat, my hands running up and down his legs, feeling the designs in his stockings. I varied my technique, letting him slide down my throat to just toying with the tip. It was when I had my tongue in his piss slit that he bent down and hooked his arms under mine, lifting me up with ease so that I was eye to eye with him. "Damn, you're strong." My voice was sultry. "Not to mention big."
"Shut up and kiss me." He pulled me to his body. I wrapped myself to him as he slipped his tongue around mine. Our bodies and tongues were a tangle of sexual heat. His hands cradled my ass and my own arousal was pressing neatly between his pecs. "I hope your bedroom is clean." I didn't understand that till we started moving.
"It is." I said in his ear before letting my mouth suck on his thick neck. Apartments were just cookie cutter in design, I was sure he was similar if not identical to mine. My hands ran through his short blond hair. His body was amazing and I was feeling it pressed against mine. "Damn, you're a sexy fucker."
In my room, he sat me down then pulled my shirt up and off in a fluid motion. He tossed it to the side a savage expression on his face. I wasn't as built as him, but I wasn't a slob. I loved running and it showed in my slender body. He dropped to his knees, putting him chest height with me.
"No, Trevor." I heard a low growl in his voice. "You're the sexy one." He ran a hand down my thin patch of chest hair down my happy trail. My body quivered with his touch. He found my little brown nub with his mouth. He lapped at it with his tongue before sucking at it. My legs when weak, and I gripped his head for support.
He tugged at my sweat shorts, moving them down my legs and freeing my own hard excitement. It thumped against his chest. He took it in his hand. His eyes were still closed while he toyed with my tit. He pulled off my nipple and looked down at the eight inch salami stick that filled his hand. We were different sizes but evenly matched "Fuck, you're not little everywhere, are you?"
"Big things come in little packages." I joked. I tilted his head up and kissed him, feeling the scratch of his stubble on my lips. "Don't worry, babe." My lips brushed his as I spoke. "I prefer to bottom." His hand grabbed my ass, getting the whole thing in his meaty paw. I let out a squeal of surprise when he lifted me one handed up onto the bed.
I sat there, full attention before him, his chest shiny from my liquid delight. He took my cock again, his eyes on mine as he lower his head, taking just the head in, playing with it with his tongue. "Damn." I leaned back on the bed, resting on my elbows. It had been too long since someone had sucked me.
He moved down as far as he could. Most men couldn't take me, but Roger made an effort taking more than half of me into his mouth. It was the hottest thing to see, this big and brawny muscle man in his panties bobbing up and down on me. My eyes rolled back in my head when he started playing with my overloaded balls.
"Fuck me, Roger." I begged. I needed him in me. I wanted him towering over me thrusting into me. "Lube and condoms are in the night stand." He pulled off my cock, still holding it upright. It glistened from his wet shine job. I was certain he was going to reach for the nightstand, but instead, I found myself flipped and him tonguing my anxious hole.
"God, damn." I pounded the bed when his swirled his tongue around. I arched back when he tapped his tongue across the sensitive skin. I felt the brush of his stubble across my buttocks as his tongue slowly coaxed me to open up for him. I was begging for his cock, for him to fuck me. My filthy mouth was moaning his name in praise.
My ass was sloppy wet with his work when he slapped my ass and announced, "I think you're ready." I rolled over, my eyes slitted with disbelief and lust. He opened the drawer and found the lube and condoms. I looked him up and down, seeing that beautiful body clad in satin and nylons.
"Leave the stockings on." I said without thinking. He gave me a knowing smile. He undid the straps that connected them to his panties. He turned around, giving me a full view of his muscled ass. Just like the jeans, he bent at the waist, sliding the shear things down his legs and off. "Fucking hot."
I wasn't sure who I was anymore. I was never like this with my other fuck buddies. I moved to the center of the bed, watching him sheath up and slick himself. "Are you sure you can take all of this?" He waved a hand over his thick eight, climbing up on the bed. "I don't want to hurt you." My answer was pulling my legs back, inviting him to take what I was giving him.
He ran a slick finger over my hole causing me to whimper then growl in frustration. He got the hint, pressing my legs back further, raising my hole up for him to aim just right. I felt the latex tip then satisfying pop as he entered me. He rocked his hips, just letting the first three inches slide back and forth in and out of me.
"More." I begged. He kept up his dick teasing. I squeezed my hole around him, letting him feel how tight my experienced body was. "Fuck me already." I was almost in tears with the yearning of being crushed by his weight as he whammed into me. He moved another inch or so in, but continued his teasing. "Roger!"
He pushed in full hilt, sending me gasping with gratification. I loved the feel of him in me. "You ready for this?" I let out a growl as my answer to him. He put my legs on either side of his chest, positioned his knees beside my hips and bent down to kiss me. "I'm going to fuck you into the apartment downstairs."
He started rocking his hips. My hands came up and played with his pecs, feeling their hard developed muscles, flicking the big round nubs. He picked up speed, occasionally long dicking me. My fingers dug into his skin. He was hitting my special spot over and over again. My balls churned, my body seemed to shimmer from the onslaught.
Roger kissed me, kept his eyes locked with mine when he pulled back. All the while he was thrusting into me mercilessly. I watched his face contort, his nostrils flare and his teeth clench. He sucked in his lower lip. He was grunting, shoving his tongue in my mouth then pulling back only to do it again every two or three thrusts.
I knew the inevitable was on the horizon. "On me." I panted. "Shoot it on me." He looked down at his gyrating crotch and back at me, nodding his understanding. "Coat me with you cum, Roger. Blast it all over me." He picked up speed. He back arching back, letting his hips do all the work.
"Fuck!" He yelled, pulling out of me, stripping the condom off in porn star quickness. His hand flew across his shaft. I watched his face crinkle up and redden. "Fuucckk!" The first shot landed on my chest. The second on my dick. The third, fourth and fifth alternated before he finally was able to just pull out the last stragglers out.
He collapsed beside me, his hand, moving to my ready dick. "Finger me." I said replacing my hand with his. He obliged, filling me with his fat finger. I turned my head so we could kiss. I stroked hard and fast. It didn't take long after the pummeling my prostate had taken. Five or six strokes and I was blasting my own shots across me, my body bucking from the pent of orgasm.
I let my spent rod go. He slipped his finger out, and began rubbing the white splatters around my skin. He kissed me softly. "You're a mess." He teased. I giggled. He began writing letters in the residue on my stomach. I was in a dreamy state, not registering what he was doing while he kissed me.
I pulled back, looked at him slyly. "Did you just write your name in cum on my stomach?" He laughed, his lips pressing to mine again. He continued his finger writing. I mentally said the letters as he made them. I smacked him playfully in the arm. "You misspelled property you big ape."
"We should go get cleaned up." He pulled me close to him. "I need to get some sleep, there's this hot runner in the gym in the morning I need to flash my panties at. I think I might have a chance with him." I laughed in disbelief. "What do you think? Do you think I have a chance with him?"
"Most definitely." I pulled him into a kiss, rolling over onto him to share my sticky mess with him. "Let's get cleaned up so we can get dirty again." He got up, holding me with those strong arms. "You know, a guy could get use to this, being carried around everywhere by a sexy muscle man."
He pecked me on the lips. "Good, because I not letting you go."
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