Welcome, New Neighbor

Welcome New Neighbor

Welcome, New Neighbor!

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It started out like an ordinary day. I was leaving my condo, heading out to run some errands. As the elevator doors opened on my floor I was caught by surprise by a vision of masculine perfection. He was about my height, a little under 6 feet, brown hair and eyes, strong jawline emphasized by a well-trimmed beard. As my eyes traveled down to the v-necked t-shirt I saw the kind of chest hair you want to nuzzle into and biceps you want to squeeze to see how firm they are. As I looked even lower, he was wearing that gift from the gods: gray sweatpants. They were loose fitting, but as he stepped to one side to make room for me there was definitely something big enough to swing free in there.

I must've stared for a bit too long, because he politely cleared his throat. As my attention moved back to his face, his smile showed amusement at my reactions. I was blushing furiously as he spoke.

"Howdy, neighbor. I'm new to the building, Kevin Marks, unit 904."

My brain stuck ridiculously on "unit 9" as I stammered out my own greeting. "Hi! I'm Dave. Welcome to the building! You had to be new, because I would've remembered seeing you before." I felt my blush intensify as my brain caught up with what my mouth.

His smile grew wider as he said, "Nice to meet you, Dave. Maybe we could grab coffee or a beer sometime and you can fill me in on all the neighborhood hotspots."

My mind was reeling with all the double-entendres, and I wanted to say something affirmative but not too desperate, but what I actually stammered out was something like, "Yeah, great! I'd love to see more of you."

Before I could recover from that well-chosen phrase, we reached the lobby of the building, and the doors opened. He quickly pulled out a business card (people still have those?) and handed it to me. "That's my work contact info, but the mobile number is my personal phone. Text me your contact info, and we'll figure out a time you can `see more of me,'" he said with a mischievous grin.

What? Did he just say what I think he said? I think he enjoyed how flummoxed I was, because before I could put together a coherent sentence he strolled out of the elevator, out the door of the building, and turned right on the sidewalk. He left me with a brief but tantalizing profile view of those biceps and prominent bulge in his sweatpants.

I mean, I'm not a bad looking guy by any means, but I'm not an Adonis either. I don't go to the gym, but I try to stay in shape. This guy felt way out of my league, but it was pretty hard to misread those signals. Wasn't it? Or was this wishful thinking on my part? You know how that inner saboteur likes to tell you you're hearing what you want to hear even when it's plainly right in front of you? In any case, I tucked the card away and went on about my errands.

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As I returned home an hour-ish later, I saw Kevin approaching from the opposite direction. He was sweaty and disheveled, and he looked even hotter this way. He spoke first, "Dave! Fancy seeing you again so soon."

As we reached the building, I responded by opening the door and holding it with a grand flourish to indicate he should enter first. He laughed and continued, "Thanks. That was my first time at a new gym with a new trainer, and he really kicked my ass."

Now seeing that the rearview was just as scrumptious as the rest of him I responded, "Well, it looks like he did a great job on your ass." What the hell was wrong with me?!? It's like my brain goes to mush around this guy and words tumble out of my mouth without a filter.

He was a little quieter as he seemed to be contemplating how to respond, so I took the lead and said, "Sorry if I overstepped. I'm not very good at flirting with guys as good looking as you." Jesus. Blushing in overdrive again.

He chuckled and responded, "No worries. You're pretty hot yourself, and it's not that I'm not interested, because I am... but you seem really nice, I'm new to the building, and if things go well, I might be seeing you daily for the next several years."

Then, finally, it was his turn to blush as I said, "If things go really well maybe you'll see me over breakfast every day," but I quickly backpedaled with, "I'm mostly kidding. Mostly. I totally understand where you're coming from. It makes sense to take things slow."

"Thanks for understanding," he said as the elevator doors slid closed.

That was the first moment I became aware of his odor. As the doors closed, his smell immediately filled the enclosed space. It suddenly felt very hot in that elevator. I couldn't help but take a deep breath and revel in feeling his essence enter my body. I took his musk in as deeply as I could, and I felt a little light-headed.

...and the next thing I knew I was swimming in that scent as someone was cradling me by the shoulders, lightly shaking me, and calling out to me, "Dave! Dave, are you okay?"

As I slowly came back to myself my senses were still reeling. His scent was all around me, on me, in me. My head was cradled against his sweaty chest, and he had one beefy arm wrapped around my shoulders holding me mostly upright across his lap. I could feel his chest hair against my cheek, partly bare and partly covered by a thin layer of t-shirt where his damned collar was in my way. As I was getting my bearings, I realized we were sitting on the hallway floor just outside the elevator, and I looked up into his eyes.

I know it sounds cheesy, but it was like the world stopped. The only thing I was fully aware of was him, his body pressed against mine, and his deep eyes looking into mine. So, I kissed him. He was surprised at first, but quickly gave in to his own passion, giving back as good as I was giving him.

When I wrapped my arms around him, returning his embrace, he broke off and came up for air, "Well, that was a very clever ploy, Dave."

"Oh no! No, I swear! Nothing like this has ever happened before!" I tried to disentangle myself, but he didn't let go.

He laughed, "It's okay. I don't think you could've faked how limp you went when I caught you. I'm mostly teasing... both of us, if I'm honest, because I think this is what we both wanted, and your body took the decision away from our brains." I relaxed a little bit and tried to wrap my head around everything happening, and he just held me tight for a moment. Then he continued, "I think this is your floor? It's the button you pushed. I don't know if this is an awesome or terrible idea, but I assume your place is nearby...?"

I tried to quickly pull myself together and get my bearings. Yes, my condo was two doors down. (And then, in my delirious state, I got a Dolly Parton earworm stuck in my head.) I laughed and reluctantly tried to untangle myself from Kevin. As I stood I swayed a bit, but managed to get my keys out and wobble to my door.

Kevin followed, and I could feel his body heat behind me just before he slipped his arms around me from behind, left hand on my chest and right tucked into my front jeans pocket. He pulled me back against him with firm, full body contact. "You seem a little unsteady. I wouldn't want to you to swoon again without proper support," he said through heavy breaths as he nuzzled into the right side of my neck.

I dropped my keys. Of course, I did. He laughed. "You're going to have to bend over and pick those up, aren't you?" he growled into my neck, and as I attempted to pick up my keys I became aware of a large, hot rod pressed into my backside. As I bent, he slid his left hand into my other pocket and pulled my hips firmly back against him. It was everything I could do keep myself more-or-less upright while retrieving my keys. I fumbled with the door lock but finally managed to fling it open.

I stumbled forward a few steps and turned around. He was standing, framed in the doorway, breathing heavily, with an obscene pole stretching out his gray sweatpants. What had I gotten myself into? As he stepped forward, I took an involuntary step or two backward. He pushed me down on the living room sofa, and his face followed closely after mine, his mouth capturing mine, and our tongues beginning to dance. He ended up straddling me on the sofa, and we made out this way for a while until I felt something throbbing against my chest. His hard cock was rubbing into the valley of my chest, taking my breath away when I fully processed the sensation. I pushed him back and looked down at it.

It. Was. Huge. It was still, barely, ensconced in his sweatpants, but as I stared at it he slipped his thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled out and down. It resisted being uncovered, but it finally snapped free and slapped up against his stomach, reaching above his belly button. He quickly followed this performance by stripping off his shirt, and I was momentarily distracted by that enticing chest hair. I pushed my face into his chest and rubbed my beard into his hair. I felt like an animal in heat, rubbing my scent onto him, or rubbing his onto me. I felt him growl under his breath, and I felt that rod throb between us. I looked down with my cheek pressed firmly to his chest, and there it was: throbbing with need.

I only need to let my head slip down a little, and then it was against my lips, and the world seemed to stop again. For the 2nd time today... 3rd time? Who fucking cares! His cock was leaking, and his delicious brew was rubbing against my lips, so I licked it. He gasped and held still for a moment, until I let the head slip past my lips, and I started swabbing it firmly with my tongue, trying to devour every drop of precum I could coax out of his throbbing shaft. In response he started thrusting upward, trying to get more of his meat into my mouth. I wasn't resisting, but it also wasn't easy. He was long and girthy, and my mouth was stretched wide. He added his hands to the back of my head, pressing gently but firmly down, and I felt more slide into me. All too soon I felt full, and his cock pressed against the entry to my throat. I wasn't sure I could do it, but I was sure gonna' try.

At this point, the angle became a limitation, and we both recognized it at the same time. He tried to pull back, but I tightened my lips around the head of his cock preventing it from leaving mouth. I ended up following him forward as he ungracefully got to his feet with me still clamped onto that enormous prong. As he stepped back, I slid off the couch and ended up on my knees in front of him.

At that point he started stroking my hair. I was a little surprised, but then he said, "Good boy," and I felt a thrill of pleasure. "I know you can do this. Just take your time. He started to rock in and out, "breathe deeply each time I pull back. Yeeessss, just like that." He pushed back in and out, in and out, until we were synchronized on the right rhythm. Then he start pushing just a little further with each thrust, and soon he was pressing against my throat again. I choked a little.

"That's okay, just focus on your breathing. I know you can do this. I want you to do this. I need you to do this. C'mon, baby, you can take it for me, can't you?" His gentle yet insistent coaxing had me ready to do anything he wanted me to do, and on his next thrust it happened. Pop. His corona slipped into my throat, and we both let out a deep, guttural moan. We stopped moving and savored the moment, but only for a moment. He didn't rock back, he pushed deeper, further loosening me up. Just when I started to worry about air, he eased up and pulled back, but veerrry slowly, waiting for the exact moment he heard me inhale. He paused, and then reversed direction and drove his cock back into me. This time he went deeper. And he repeated this sequence of action several times until I finally felt my nose nestled into his pubic hair. His musky scent flooded my senses again, and I was already reeling when he said, "Gooood boy. I knew you could do it. Fuuuuuck, I'm gonna..."

I felt the first tentative pulse, as if he was trying to hold back, but then he gave into it, and the next pulse was hard and strong, stretching my mouth and throat more than I'd ever been stretched before. He held me tight up against his pelvis, impaled on his cock, as I felt 3 or 4 distinct pulses. He was loudly grunting and moaning above me. He pulled out partway, and his head almost slipped out of my mouth before I clamped down and held it as he continued to shoot, covering my tongue and filling my mouth. ...and that pushed me over the edge. I felt my hard cock spasm. Until that moment I hadn't even realized I was still fully dressed, but I felt my cum boiling up out of my shaft as a wet spot spread across the front of my jeans. I was moaning like crazy. Somewhere in the middle of my release his own had finished, but he was still hard and began rocking again, letting me revel in servicing him. His head popping just in and out of my throat seemed to prolong my orgasm that much longer.

Eventually, it was all over. I waited for his cock to soften, but it only did a little. It would still pulse softly every moment or two and showed no sign of softening any further as long as it was enveloped in my warmth. I eventually withdrew, and I gasped at the sheer number of inches I saw pulled out of me. I turned Kevin around and pushed him back on the sofa. I climbed into his lap and rested my head on his shoulder. He held me, stroking my back lightly. I think we both drifted off to sleep, because when I became aware of time again it was dark outside, and I had a crick in my neck from this ridiculous position in his lap.

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30 Nov 2020