Changing Things Up

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First time publishing a story here, the start might be a bit slow, but I wanted to take my time introducing setting and the main character. Further parts will have a bit more action!

Looking back, Lukas probably should have known things wouldn’t stay like they had always been. But he liked routines, sudden, unexpected events usually made him feel a bit uncomfortable, needing time to process and react. Perhaps this reluctancy to change things up are what led to the following events that would turn his life upside down.

Lukas woke up on a Sunday morning by the light shining directly on his face and birds chirping in one of the trees outside his window. He was just about to get up and close the blinds when he remembered that they were still laying on the ground in front of the window, waiting to be put up after his recent move. He looked to his left and right if there was a spot on the bed that still had a little shade, but most of that space was taken up by his still-sleeping girlfriend, Kathrin. It was her idea to move into a bigger apartment, after he had graduated from his master’s program in business and she would continue with the last stretch of her law degree. Typical for her, Lukas thought, he was sure, she knew exactly which side of the queen size bed would allow for better protection from the sun and chose accordingly. She made most of the decision in their relationship, and Lukas was usually happy to go along with it. He felt it was one of the reasons, why they had been together ever since they got paired up in the dance class his parents had him enroll in when he was 16 to learn the basics of Standard and Latin dances.

He enjoyed the dancing as it gave him a nice workout which he had been missing after a sudden growth spurt cut his previous ambitions in gymnastics, well, short. With almost 6’3, he had grown too tall to really be competitive and his coach told him about as much. He was still free to join the training, but seeing his former team mates succeed in ever more complicated routines on the floor and various apparatus’, wasn’t as much fun. He soon took a liking to dancing and together with his partner and soon girlfriend, they became quite the pair at. They made a good wonderful couple, him being almost 1,5 heads taller, with broad shoulders and a lean built from his days as a gymnast and her slender body fitting perfectly onto his in the various figures they were required to perform in their routines. Lukas knew that dancing wasn’t seen as the most masculine of sports, but he was used to the ribbing from some of the boys on the soccer team who were convinced that only “fags” would willingly choose that discipline. But it was Lukas who had the last laugh when he watched those same guys stumble around a few years later in the preparatory classes for the graduation ball, which he and Kathrin taught so there would be no major embarrassments on the dance floor later. He knew a lot of the girls were envious of his girlfriend for having such a smooth partner and even the guys had to begrudgingly admit the chemistry happening when they were on the floor.

But graduation was now almost seven years ago and while they at first wanted to continue dancing even when they decided to move-in together when they started university together, Kathrin’s schedule didn’t really allow much time for that. She was dead set on being on top of her class in every exam, which made for a lot of hours pouring over books in the library and at home. Lukas, while being far from a slacker himself, still tried to take it more easy in his studies, leaving room for friends, parties, working-out, and, as it turned out, most of the chores at home that Kathrin was too busy for. He didn’t mind his girlfriend calling the shots in their relationship. He adored her and their sex life never suffered too much under the stress of their studies, regular date nights and holidays made for a fulfilling relationship for both of them, and he felt no pangs of envy when he saw his guy friends’ attempts at flirting in bars and clubs or online. Why would he look for unfulfilling one-night stands when he had something real at home? He gently kissed her shoulder and up her neck, but she sleepily grunted and turned away, mumbling she would prefer to sleep for a few more minutes.

So Lukas got up by himself, standing up to stretch swinging his long legs from the bed and move to the front of the bed to do some stretching. He thought he would probably look quite appealing, his body drenched in sunlight, wearing just some tight white CK boxer briefs bulging both in the front and the back. Yes, he was quite happy with his body, all the years of competitive sport and later working out at the gym had given him broad shoulders, strong biceps chest and abs leading down to thick and thighs sculpted calves ending in size 13 feet. As a (former) dancer, he knew his ass had to look good in tight pants, so he had worked hard on it and was happy with the “bubbly” result that he maintained through squats and other body weight exercises. He was no bodybuilder, although he had given it a passing thought to go competitive when he saw that dancing would not go on and he felt a little lost, but his girlfriend preferred him lean, adding that he would ridiculous in those tiny posing briefs anyway, what with the thick almost 7.5 inches he had going on in the front. He was a shower, not a grower, and always had been. The growth spurt that would end his gymnastics dreams seemed to have been signalized by his junk, that grew to its present size around age 15 already, much to his team mates’ amazement and his embarrassment at the uproar caused by him dropping his pants to go shower. He soon got over the embarrassment, though, there were worse things to be known for than to have a long, thick, dick.

All this covered in a light mat of fur, which was the one thing his girlfriend never got him to completely get rid of, no matter her begging. Sure, he kept his balls smooth and his pubes trimmed for the rare cases that she was in a mood to go down on him (which was not often, but also not never). He had thought about keeping his ass smooth, too, but found it to not be so easy to do it by himself with an electric razor and not wanting to use wax or ask Kathrin for help, who never responded well to any talk of butt stuff, no matter her or his butt. And his ass wasn’t thaat hairy, Lukas found when he checked himself out in the mirror of the gym once in a while when he was alone after an early morning workout. He even spread his cheeks to check if the light hair around his, to his wonder, very pink hole, had suddenly grown into a forest, but he liked what he saw, as much as a straight guy could say that of his own anus.

After his stretching, he did some squats and push-ups, just enough to get a light sheen from sweat, in case Kathrin did want to watch him, but she kept her head under a pillow, trying to drown out the sun, the birds, and his light panting from the exercise. Lukas continued his morning routine by going to the bathroom, emptying his full bladder in a steady stream into the bowl, making sure to wipe up any stray droplets with some paper and flushing it all down. He told his girlfriend he would, of course, sit down to pee at home, but he figured there was a reason for guys to be able to relieve themselves standing upright, so who was he to go against nature? He let the shower run warm and checked himself in the mirror. No trim was required, yet, so he just let his hands run over his body checking for dry skin, which he hated. But everything was as smooth and supple as he liked it, the lotion he bought since his teenage years still working even at his now 26 years.

His dick was at a lazy half-chub after the piss and Lukas was unsure if he should jack off under the shower or hope for some fun with his girlfriend later. Sure, even if he shot a load now, he would be ready to go again, if not quite as fast as a couple years ago, but it would only take a few minutes and some coaxing. But knowing his girlfriend, even those few minutes might end up outside the window of her willingness to have some fun, so he might better not risk it. While he was contemplating, his hand had absentmindedly found their way to his chest and the light-brown nipples protruding from the wide areolas. He knew, twisting them was sure make his dick jump, his girlfriend’s favorite “party trick” although she luckily never really tried to show it off at an actual party. Lukas thought it bad enough that apparently she had told some of her girl friends about it who must have told their boyfriends, because for a while at school, guys loved to greet him with a quick and intense twist of one or two of his nipples, making him wince, and worse, pump some blood to his nether regions.

That novelty wore off after a while, when they realized that the “jump” his junk was supposed to make would really only be noticeable when Lukas was naked and had his dick hanging out, but not when it was encased in underwear and pants. One guy did tease him like that after practice once, under the showers, but when Lukas’ dick actually did the little jump from the twist and started to rise up, the team mate blushed more then he was laughing, actually staring maybe a bit too long at the impressive manhood he had caused to grow toward him. That, in turn, had actually made Lukas laugh, as he had by then grown “into his size” and had no real problem with people eying it. Pros of being a grower is that it’s really what you see is what you get.

He decided against further teasing and just went into the shower, scrubbing the sleep and sweat off his body, parting his cheeks to let some colder air hit his rosebud, a feeling he had found to be quite nice, not that he would tell anyone. His self-explorations never went much further than that, though, he knew his girlfriend would never get near it and in case he did like the feeling, he didn’t want to have to pressure her into it. Or so he told himself. When he was all clean, he wrapped a fresh towel around his waist and walked through the living room towards the balcony that already got some sun. The balcony was one of the main selling points of the apartment, big enough to actually put a whole sun lounger on it. Lukas though he could work on his tan a bit, he had noticed his tan lines growing weaker and figured, since it was 7am on a Sunday and his neighbors seemed to mostly consist of students and other young people, he could just lay in the sun for a bit, covering only the most private parts with the towel.

Lukas put in his air pods and some relaxing music and opened the balcony door to step onto the warm tiles heated up by the first beams. Lukas took the sun lotion that he kept in one of the still empty flower pots and started to put some on. The towel he wore was quite short and reached just around his waist, leaving a slit at the right side, almost like a loin cloth, but Lukas thought himself alone, so he didn’t much care about that. After he had applied the lotion, he undid his towel at the side, careful to keep his front covered, but leaving his ass bare for a few seconds until he settled down on the lounger, the towel covering only a small stripe of his body. He had just settled in and felt the hot sun on his hydrated skin when he heard a stifled laughter over his music coming from the balcony to his right. Shocked, he jumped up, making his towel fall to the ground, exposing him even more to his neighbors and eliciting a small gasp and further laughter.

He quickly bent to pick up his towel, quickly tying it back around his waist and turning to see who it was that he gave the involuntary peep show to…
 
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Lukas stood there with the small towel barely covering him and looked at the amused faces of two guys sitting on a table having breakfast. Although their intention was now squarely focused on the red-faced hunk standing just a few meters away from them, body glistening from a mixture of sweat and lotion, muscles still standing out a bit from what must have been a light morning work-out and a sizable bulge under the white towel he had wrapped around his waist.

They had noticed him before on the hallway when he carried a bunch of furniture under the strict guidance of his apparent girlfriend and had already suspected quite the body under the tight-fitting pants and shirt he had worn that day. But they had thought to best not disturb them lest they get roped into actually having to help them carry some of the heavier things. Simon and Christoph, as they were called, preferred to leave the heavy lifting to others and their new neighbor seemed to be doing just fine. To now have him standing almost fully nude before them and having caught a glimpse of everything earlier when h was startled by their amusement felt like a gift from above. They noticed his obvious discomfort at the situation and Christoph, the slightly older and more jovial of the two, tried to break the tension by breaking into a smile and greeting him in his most casual and friendly voice:

“Hey there, you must be our new neighbor. I see you’ve already made yourself comfortable in your new home! No need to feel embarrassed, it’s just us guys here, unless your girlfriend is planning on joining you out there soon.”. Lukas had taken his air pods out and kept them in one hand, the other still clasping his towel to avoid any further slip-ups. He took a clearer look at the pair. The one that had just extended the greeting must have been in his late thirties, a bit heavy-set, but not unattractive, with a full head of salt and pepper hair and a beard and his warm smile. He wore a brightly colored shirt and shorts that ended a good few centimeters over his knees and wrapped tightly around the sturdy legs. He had a deep tan that looked like he spends a lot of time outside. This was in contrast to his friend (Partner? Flat mate?) sitting next to him, who seemed to be around Lukas’s age. Lukas immediately noticed his short, bright red hair and very pale skin, that would probably burn easily, which explains the thick coating of lotion still visible on his face and skinny arms and legs. He was probably just a bit shorter than Lukas, but lacked the broadness and muscles. He actually seemed a bit embarrassed to have caught him in the buff, while his friend looked fully at ease.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”, the older asked him again, still sounding amused. Lukas stopped his scanning of the two and coaxed some words out: “Sorry, sorry, just a bit startled. I didn’t expect anyone to be up this early on a Sunday and I hadn’t met anyone else living here, so I thought I would be alone. Sorry for my lack of clothes, I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable.” That brought a smile to both of their faces. “Don’t you worry about that, buddy, you ain’t got nothing we don’t have ourselves. Apart from maybe a few pounds of muscles. You must work out quite a lot. By the way, my name’s Christoph and the skinny guy next to me is Simon.”, the older guy pointed out. Lukas relaxed a bit when he noticed they really didn’t seem bothered by his appearance at all. “Nice to meet you, Christoph and Simon, I’m Lukas. Me and my girlfriend just moved in a couple days ago, but she’s sleeping in today.”, he explained. “Just wonderful, always nice to have a young couple as neighbors, and such an attractive one at that!”, Christoph teased, making Lukas blush again. Lukas was now sure that Christoph must be gay or at least bi, so Simon was probably his boyfriend, although he couldn’t really get a read on the younger guy, yet, who seemed to prefer to observe rather than take part in the conversation.

Lukas sat down on the end of the lounger and continued the conversation. “Yeah, we’re really glad we got this place, it’s a very nice area and our old apartment started to feel a bit small. I just finished my studies and Kathrin will as well soon, so we thought it’s a good time to look for something new. Have you been living here long?”, he asked. “Well, I have lived here for, let me think, about 5 years now, and Simon joined me last year. You’re gonna love the apartment and if you need any help with the decoration, just ask Simon, he has an eye for aesthetics like no one else I know.”, Christoph said while patting his boyfriend on the arm whose eyes, Lukas just noticed, were fixated on his lower body. He followed his gaze and just then noticed that he had sat down with his legs spread quite widely, as was his habit, but in this case, it probably put him on display again. He sheepishly closed his legs, wondering what they must think of him, flashing them now for the second time.

“You seem to be quite well endowed and your musculature is nicely defined, too. I wouldn’t mind doing some sketches of you at some point, if you allow. You seem to have no problem showing off.”, Simon suddenly said in a very matter-of-fact tone that reminded Lukas of a strict teacher and would fit better with a man double the age of that he guessed was Simon’s. “Please excuse him, as I said, Simon here is an avid artist and when he sees something that piques his interest, he is not beating around the bush. He could work on his bedside manners a bit, but I’m trying my best”, Christoph shot his partner a not quite friendly gaze and tried his best to smooth things over. Of course, he would be happy to enjoy more of his neighbor’s amazing features, but from experience he knew that you must be careful with straight men. Everyone likes a bit of positive attention, but not necessarily to be treated like a piece of meat. He could see Lukas clamming up a bit.

“It’s alright”, he said a bit shaken, “I guess I’m just not used to people taking such a direct tone with me. I would be lying if I said I never noticed guys checking me out, but so far none have been quite so bold.” Christoph could hear astonishment in his voice and maybe a hint of a stroked ego. Maybe Simon noticed something in their neighbor that he hadn’t and just took the chance. “Well, I find it hard to believe that you never had a guy coming onto you. But I guess your size can be a bit intimidating.” They way Christoph stressed the size made Lukas wonder if he meant his general body or a more specific part of his physique that they had now seen twice. “Yeah, I guess, maybe to some. But don’t worry, I am very friendly and if anyone had propositioned me, I would have felt flattered, but let them down gently. I am very happy with Kathrin and have been for almost 10 years now.”, Lukas said with a bit of force behind it to make sure the couple knew that, while flattered, he was not available for any fooling around. “10 years you say? But you seem so young, I guess you must be high-school sweethearts! Oh that warms my heart. We should get dinner together, soon.”, Christoph exclaimed while Simon had reverted back to his role of silent observer. Lukas took a certain liking to Christoph’s jovial nature, but Simon gave him a bit of the creeps. Every time he looked at him, his eyes seemed fixed on another part of his, as if he was trying to commit everything to memory, lest he would not be given a further chance. And Lukas wasn’t sure he would be offering him one. He stood up and stepped toward the balcony’s handrail, extending an arm to his neighbors. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, we should stay in contact about that. I do think I should put some clothes on now and wake my girlfriend for breakfast.” Lukas shook Christoph’s hand, noticing the strong grip of the bearish looking man. When he stuck his hand out to Simon, he was first given a business card and then shook a rather limp, but pleasantly warm hand. The card read

“Simon Mueller. Photography, Painting, Sculpture. For commissions reach me under the phone number or email”.

He had to hand it to the skinny guy, he was persistent. “Think about it, you will not stay this young and fit forever and a piece of art can capture your essence much better than any quick progress shot made with a cellphone. I might even be willing to waive my usual fees and work on you just for the enjoyment.”, Simon stated in his monotone voice earning a jab in the ribs from his partner. “Please don’t bother our new friend with business propositions, dear, or he won’t dare stepping back on the balcony.”, Christoph tried to chide him in a friendly voice, but there was some annoyance with his partner in his voice. “As I said, it would not be business, if I do it for free and when someone puts this much obvious effort into his body, he should proudly present it to his admirers.”, Simon said again taking in his hunky neighbor from head to toe. “Well, I don’t know I have that many admirers, but good to know I have at least one obvious one. Well, have a nice Sunday and I’ll get back to you about dinner sometime”, Lukas replied with an awkward smile. He turned around and walked to the balcony door. Just the second before he was completely gone from sight, his brain seemed to have gone on auto-pilot and he casually dropped his towel, giving his neighbors one last glance at his naked profile, grinning at the exasperated gasp of Christoph once he was back in his apartment.

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“What was that, Simon? You can’t just go around hounding straight guys about posing for you. The poor thing seemed so confused.”, Christoph chastised his younger boyfriend. He knew how Simon was, but he feared he had robbed them of further scantily clad appearances by their new neighbor. “You know I have a sense for these things. With some guys you have to get in their head immediately to awaken their vanity and then let them stew a bit. You saw his towel drop at the end. I am willing to bet I’ll have him hanging on our wall by the end of next week.” Christoph shivered a bit a that choice of words but couldn’t argue with Simon’s “sense” so far. Their apartment did have a lot of artwork of beautiful men hanging on their walls or standing as sculptures in various cabinets. For all his brashness, Simon got a lot of guys to shed their clothes for him, as he exclusively made artwork of nude men, and for quite a few of them it was their first time doing it. It was scary and sexy at the same time to see his boyfriend at work and the results were spectacular.

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Lukas stood back in his apartment holding the towel in front of him and looking at the business card. The two made quite the pair, but for some reason he did not find them off-putting, not even Simon who’s directness made an impression on the muscular young man. It was true that he was never quite content with how his pictures turned out, it was almost a running joke among his friends that for all his seeming attractiveness, it was hard for Lukas to look natural and relaxed on a picture. And Simon’s interest did seem solely artistic, unlike Christoph who obviously ate the eye candy presented to him with gusto. Lukas looked down at his body, his impressive manhood dangling lazily. He was uncut, with the foreskin covering half of his glans, rolling back fully when erect and two big nuts hanging in a full sack that further filled out the pouch of any underwear apart from the baggiest of boxers. He thought it did feel good to be so obviously admired as Kathrin rarely complimented him anymore, being used to his appearance. There was of course the occasional admiration in the gym, but that seemed different, there was no… eroticism… behind it, just approval of hard work. While he thought this, he could feel himself getting hard, he had not jerked off, yet, after all.

He walked towards the bedroom with a whipping erection and peaked his head in. Kathrin was still sleeping, and he dared not disturb her. “Guess it’s just you and me again, buddy”, he said to his friend down below, running his fingers up and down the shaft, letting a few drops of precum appear at the tip and rubbing those around the head until it shined. He laid out the towel on the couch, not wanting to do it in the shower to enjoy the session, knowing that Kathrin would not be awake any soon. Lukas sat down on the couch, his legs spread and his thick erection pointing upwards. He hunched over a bit and let a glob of saliva fall from his mouth onto the tip, spreading it around with his hand until all inches were covered. He scooched down, feet on the ground, legs spread, letting some air spread around parts usually confined in underwear and began stroking. The warm and humid temperatures had made his balls hang loose, making them jiggle and jump with each stroke until Lukas grasped them firmly and stretched them down a bit, the slight pain eliciting similar reactions to a twist of his nipples.

He had thought about how it would feel to masturbate with more than two hands, stroking, twisting, pulling on various parts at the same time, but Kathrin did not respond well to orders from him in bed, especially not when jerking him off, which she already only did reluctantly. Christoph and Simon would probably be all over him, he thought, even though he wanted to avoid thinking of guys while masturbating. Although Simon’s limp wrists would probably not do much for him, if his handshake was any indication. Christoph on the other hand seemed to almost match Lukas in strength, so it was reasonable to assume he would be able to jerk Lukas off with the intensity he enjoyed. Maybe Simon would just watch his boyfriend stroke a load out of their neighbor, take some pictures or immortalize him heaving after a strong orgasm, covered in his own jizz… And that was what brought Lukas over the edge to an orgasm that spread out from his feet to his head, a loud “Fuuck!” escaping his lips before he could suppress it. He noticed the door to the balcony was still open and hoped to god his neighbors hadn’t heard him, but even that thought slowly waned from his mind as it became engulfed in post-orgasmic serenity. He had shot quite the load, some of it having shot up right up his chest, most of it pooling on his stomach, running down his abs, filling his innie belly button and leaking left and right on the towel. He would have to shower again, but for now he felt happy.

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Christoph held his breath under the stern eye of his boyfriend who silently warned him not to make a single sound. Simon’s face showed no emotion, but Christoph knew he was quite happy with himself being proven right by the unmistakable slicking sound of joyful masturbation coming from their neighbor’s apartment, soon followed by a louder-than-probably-intended expletive, heavy breathing and then silence. His boyfriend’s mind games seemed to have already born fruit, awakening the urge in his neighbor to give in to his instincts and rubbing one out without thinking much of his surroundings. He put a hand on the firm crotch of his partner, leaning in for a kiss, but being blocked by a hand. “Not now, Christoph, I have to quickly commit this moment to paper, this morning was quite inspirational, I am sure the sketch will be marvelous. I hope my memory of his is still strong enough.” With that, the lanky red-head stood up with a noticeable erection in his shorts and went inside to draw. Christoph knew better than to disturb his artistic flow. He knew, once the sketch was done, he would have to relief the “creative juices” that had accumulated in his boyfriend’s sizeable manhood. So for now, he happily finished his coffee, waiting for his turn.