The weekend came around again and I was having a lazy Saturday morning.
Sometimes, I would go for a run, or to the gym or maybe have the horn. This morning I was feet up on the sofa reading a newspaper - old school, I know - with a coffee.
Working days, I shower the moment I awake but on Saturdays and Sundays I like to have a chilled morning and some breakfast first.
I sleep in my underwear, and it was warm enough this morning that I just had those on and a t-shirt. I like the feel of tight trunks. This morning, black CKs and then a white t-shirt.
I'm not super toned. Slim more than athletic. Thin more than fit. But I'm in good shape. Guys that like to give sexual pleasure rather than receive it enjoy exploring my body. I'm tall, with strong legs and a grabbable arse. I have hair - dark brown - but not much of it, and I keep things pretty trimmed and tidy where it matters.
I was enjoying a sip of juicy strong Colombian when the door knocked. Nobody ever knocked on my door directly; always the main building buzzer. It was a nice knock: loud enough to get my attention but gentle enough that had I been having a lie-in, I'd have barely noticed. Good knocker, whoever you are.
Without thinking much of it, I opened the door.
"Tom, I'm so sorry to disturb you... oh... hey".
It was Matt, and at this moment we'd both just realised that I was naked from the upper thigh down. Thank goodness I'd not been thinking about him. He'd have witnessed a flag pole.
"Oh my god - sorry, I shouldn't have answered the door like this. It could have been anybody".
I'd just assumed it was a neighbour. Not that that made my appearance any more respectable. Although I reckon sexagenarian Mrs Barnstable in Flat 2 would enjoy rolling back the years and grab a good eyeful had she seen me like this. Saucy bitch.
But no. *He* had seen me like this. Dirty, messy hair and in need of some mouthwash. Fuck's sake, Tom.
"No it's fine! Sorry, I would have buzzed but the main door was open. I've got a delivery for Flat 1 but they're not in. It's quite a few boxes... can I leave them here?"
"Sure, no problem. Should I come down and give you a hand?"
"Lifesaver mate, thank you. Maybe put some pants on. You'll have somebody's eye out".
He glanced down at my crotch with that cheeky yet so fucking perfectly innocent grin. Just because I wasn't erect doesn't mean I was invisible down there either.
"Sssh! Some men would go weak at the knees for this sight on a Saturday morning".
"I don't doubt it! If you wouldn't mind helping, I'd owe you one".
I propped the door open - not with my massive dick before you get too filthy - and put some pants on and went down to help. He was parked right outside, and sure enough there were half a dozen boxes that could only be carried in one at a time.
Matt was looking perfect. A cap on to protect himself from the strong early sunshine, a tight fitting red t-shirt that hugged him like a mother terrified of losing their child, and jeans that begged the eyes to follow ever further up the thigh.
"More respectable?" I asked, pointing at my jeans.
"Yeah, I'd be seen in public with you now".
"Lucky you to have seen me in private".
Look at me. Flirting with the sexiest guy in town.
He smiled and handed me a box. Up and down we went up the flights of stairs. On the final trip, he locked the van behind him as he lead us up to my flat. Did he want me to invite him in...?
"Nice. Done. They're heavy! Thanks Tom".
"Anytime. Do you want a cup of coffee?"
"Mate, I'd love to but I need to get these deliveries done quickly. I'm babysitting my niece later".
My heart melted. Uncle Matt. God, I'm weak.
"I did want to apologise again though for the other night. It horrifies me that somebody I know would cause trouble and pain for a group of ordinary people".
"You really don't need to apologise, Matt. Except for thinking I'm ordinary..."
"Hahaha. You know what I mean. I'm sorry."
"Please, stop. It was totally fine, my friends appreciated that you stepped in so quickly, not just to shut it down but to stop it happening again. They also spent all night asking how I knew you and was it through filthy ways because they're a bunch of pervs".
"Haha, what did you tell them?"
"I told them you'd had a piss in my vicinity and they could decide whether that was innocent or kinky".
"Haha... speaking of which... may I?"
He went through to the bathroom. He really does seem sweet. A lad in the sense he's gym-fit, drives a van and could crush me like a pea. But gentle and kind too. What lucky woman had or would get their way with him?
"Thanks Tom. I would genuinely like that coffee when I've got more time. It's nice chatting to you. Let me give you my number". He left his business card on the table.
He went in to shake my hand just as I went to hug him. The result was an awkward brush of my crotch by his right hand.
"I think you're becoming a bit too obsessed with my cock".
He blushed.
"Oh fucking hell. I'm gonna go before I cause more chaos! Coffee sometime Tom, yeah?"
"Please. Enjoy spending time with your niece."
He shut the door with a friendly wave. Off again came my jeans, and I lazily grabbed my semi with one hand while picking up the business card with the other.
"Matt Wilson
Deliveries and Removals"
I smelled the card hoping for a musk or fragrance but all I got was paper.
He is beautifully innocent. Yet relaxed too. And he'd enjoy a coffee with me.
If it is lust I'm feeling, it's the strangest lust I've ever known.
Sometimes, I would go for a run, or to the gym or maybe have the horn. This morning I was feet up on the sofa reading a newspaper - old school, I know - with a coffee.
Working days, I shower the moment I awake but on Saturdays and Sundays I like to have a chilled morning and some breakfast first.
I sleep in my underwear, and it was warm enough this morning that I just had those on and a t-shirt. I like the feel of tight trunks. This morning, black CKs and then a white t-shirt.
I'm not super toned. Slim more than athletic. Thin more than fit. But I'm in good shape. Guys that like to give sexual pleasure rather than receive it enjoy exploring my body. I'm tall, with strong legs and a grabbable arse. I have hair - dark brown - but not much of it, and I keep things pretty trimmed and tidy where it matters.
I was enjoying a sip of juicy strong Colombian when the door knocked. Nobody ever knocked on my door directly; always the main building buzzer. It was a nice knock: loud enough to get my attention but gentle enough that had I been having a lie-in, I'd have barely noticed. Good knocker, whoever you are.
Without thinking much of it, I opened the door.
"Tom, I'm so sorry to disturb you... oh... hey".
It was Matt, and at this moment we'd both just realised that I was naked from the upper thigh down. Thank goodness I'd not been thinking about him. He'd have witnessed a flag pole.
"Oh my god - sorry, I shouldn't have answered the door like this. It could have been anybody".
I'd just assumed it was a neighbour. Not that that made my appearance any more respectable. Although I reckon sexagenarian Mrs Barnstable in Flat 2 would enjoy rolling back the years and grab a good eyeful had she seen me like this. Saucy bitch.
But no. *He* had seen me like this. Dirty, messy hair and in need of some mouthwash. Fuck's sake, Tom.
"No it's fine! Sorry, I would have buzzed but the main door was open. I've got a delivery for Flat 1 but they're not in. It's quite a few boxes... can I leave them here?"
"Sure, no problem. Should I come down and give you a hand?"
"Lifesaver mate, thank you. Maybe put some pants on. You'll have somebody's eye out".
He glanced down at my crotch with that cheeky yet so fucking perfectly innocent grin. Just because I wasn't erect doesn't mean I was invisible down there either.
"Sssh! Some men would go weak at the knees for this sight on a Saturday morning".
"I don't doubt it! If you wouldn't mind helping, I'd owe you one".
I propped the door open - not with my massive dick before you get too filthy - and put some pants on and went down to help. He was parked right outside, and sure enough there were half a dozen boxes that could only be carried in one at a time.
Matt was looking perfect. A cap on to protect himself from the strong early sunshine, a tight fitting red t-shirt that hugged him like a mother terrified of losing their child, and jeans that begged the eyes to follow ever further up the thigh.
"More respectable?" I asked, pointing at my jeans.
"Yeah, I'd be seen in public with you now".
"Lucky you to have seen me in private".
Look at me. Flirting with the sexiest guy in town.
He smiled and handed me a box. Up and down we went up the flights of stairs. On the final trip, he locked the van behind him as he lead us up to my flat. Did he want me to invite him in...?
"Nice. Done. They're heavy! Thanks Tom".
"Anytime. Do you want a cup of coffee?"
"Mate, I'd love to but I need to get these deliveries done quickly. I'm babysitting my niece later".
My heart melted. Uncle Matt. God, I'm weak.
"I did want to apologise again though for the other night. It horrifies me that somebody I know would cause trouble and pain for a group of ordinary people".
"You really don't need to apologise, Matt. Except for thinking I'm ordinary..."
"Hahaha. You know what I mean. I'm sorry."
"Please, stop. It was totally fine, my friends appreciated that you stepped in so quickly, not just to shut it down but to stop it happening again. They also spent all night asking how I knew you and was it through filthy ways because they're a bunch of pervs".
"Haha, what did you tell them?"
"I told them you'd had a piss in my vicinity and they could decide whether that was innocent or kinky".
"Haha... speaking of which... may I?"
He went through to the bathroom. He really does seem sweet. A lad in the sense he's gym-fit, drives a van and could crush me like a pea. But gentle and kind too. What lucky woman had or would get their way with him?
"Thanks Tom. I would genuinely like that coffee when I've got more time. It's nice chatting to you. Let me give you my number". He left his business card on the table.
He went in to shake my hand just as I went to hug him. The result was an awkward brush of my crotch by his right hand.
"I think you're becoming a bit too obsessed with my cock".
He blushed.
"Oh fucking hell. I'm gonna go before I cause more chaos! Coffee sometime Tom, yeah?"
"Please. Enjoy spending time with your niece."
He shut the door with a friendly wave. Off again came my jeans, and I lazily grabbed my semi with one hand while picking up the business card with the other.
"Matt Wilson
Deliveries and Removals"
I smelled the card hoping for a musk or fragrance but all I got was paper.
He is beautifully innocent. Yet relaxed too. And he'd enjoy a coffee with me.
If it is lust I'm feeling, it's the strangest lust I've ever known.
