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I had been living in my apartment for about 5 years. Over those 5 years, the apartment complex had changed names 3 times, and I had seen more and more employees come and go. I decided it was time for me to go as well. The search was on.
After exploring all options, I finally signed a lease at an apartment in Downtown Indianapolis. It was considerably smaller than my former apartment, and I knew that I would miss the space. But the view of downtown was worth the loss of extra square footage. I could see the Pacers arena, Lucas Oil Stadium (where the Colts play), and on the days of the Indianapolis 500, I could see the planes fly over after Jim Neighbors sings "Back Home Again in Indiana." Well worth it, if you ask me.
I was discussing my move with a friend of mine, who had been the subject of many jack off sessions. His name is Corey, 26 years old, jet black hair, a few tats, and tall/thin. I think the thing that attracted me to Corey was his caring heart. He would do anything, for anyone. I once witnessed him giving an elderly lady the last 20 dollars in his wallet, so she could get her food at the store, and we did not get paid for another week. That kind of compassion is a lost art.
He told me on the day before my move "Hey, my plans for the weekend changed, and I am available to help you move. We can just make a weekend of it. The weather is going to be nice, and we can take advantage of that rooftop pool you have at the new place" After he said that, he flashed his pearly whites at me, and my heart skipped a beat. I of course jumped at the offer, and my mind started racing, thinking how I was going to keep my cock calm during all that time alone with the lust of my current life, Corey.
Moving day had arrived. Corey showed up an hour early, to help me pack. We started loading the truck, and when it got full, and the apartment was basically empty, we headed downtown. I decided to show Corey the apartment we were going to be going to, and the fact that it was on the 18th floor was quite dauting to him. But he did not know about the frieght elevator, and was exstatic to find out about it. His reply was "Even if it wasn't here, I'd still stay and make sure that you got everything in, and fit where it's supposed to go" Well, me being the dirty minded 28 year old I am, thought "Well, I can find some other things that you could fit in right where they're supposed to go!"
We get things in the apartment, and decide to take a break. When we decided to break, we were downstairs. He suggested taking the stairs. I resisted, because I really didn't think I could take 18 flights of staring at his ass without creaming my boxers. We start up the stairs, and get about 9 floors up, and I trip. While falling forward, I reach out, and grab Corey's shorts (totally not on purpose, I just was trying not to fall), and pulled them down.
There it was. His slighly hairy ass, staring me in my face. I thought I was going to nut right then and there on the staircase. He pulled his shorts back up, we both got a good laugh, and kept going.
We get back to the 18th floor, and when I close the door, he says to me, "Well, I'm kinda turned on by the way my pants fell down with my ass in your face. Do you want to take them off me again, and have some fun, or would you rather me do it for you", as he gently leaned over to kiss me, and grope my still semi-erect cock.
"Let me help", I said while my lips were locked to his. I unbutton his pants, and they fall to the newly cleaned carpet. I have finally gotten a good grip on his neatly trimmed, throbbing cock.
To be continued.....
After exploring all options, I finally signed a lease at an apartment in Downtown Indianapolis. It was considerably smaller than my former apartment, and I knew that I would miss the space. But the view of downtown was worth the loss of extra square footage. I could see the Pacers arena, Lucas Oil Stadium (where the Colts play), and on the days of the Indianapolis 500, I could see the planes fly over after Jim Neighbors sings "Back Home Again in Indiana." Well worth it, if you ask me.
I was discussing my move with a friend of mine, who had been the subject of many jack off sessions. His name is Corey, 26 years old, jet black hair, a few tats, and tall/thin. I think the thing that attracted me to Corey was his caring heart. He would do anything, for anyone. I once witnessed him giving an elderly lady the last 20 dollars in his wallet, so she could get her food at the store, and we did not get paid for another week. That kind of compassion is a lost art.
He told me on the day before my move "Hey, my plans for the weekend changed, and I am available to help you move. We can just make a weekend of it. The weather is going to be nice, and we can take advantage of that rooftop pool you have at the new place" After he said that, he flashed his pearly whites at me, and my heart skipped a beat. I of course jumped at the offer, and my mind started racing, thinking how I was going to keep my cock calm during all that time alone with the lust of my current life, Corey.
Moving day had arrived. Corey showed up an hour early, to help me pack. We started loading the truck, and when it got full, and the apartment was basically empty, we headed downtown. I decided to show Corey the apartment we were going to be going to, and the fact that it was on the 18th floor was quite dauting to him. But he did not know about the frieght elevator, and was exstatic to find out about it. His reply was "Even if it wasn't here, I'd still stay and make sure that you got everything in, and fit where it's supposed to go" Well, me being the dirty minded 28 year old I am, thought "Well, I can find some other things that you could fit in right where they're supposed to go!"
We get things in the apartment, and decide to take a break. When we decided to break, we were downstairs. He suggested taking the stairs. I resisted, because I really didn't think I could take 18 flights of staring at his ass without creaming my boxers. We start up the stairs, and get about 9 floors up, and I trip. While falling forward, I reach out, and grab Corey's shorts (totally not on purpose, I just was trying not to fall), and pulled them down.
There it was. His slighly hairy ass, staring me in my face. I thought I was going to nut right then and there on the staircase. He pulled his shorts back up, we both got a good laugh, and kept going.
We get back to the 18th floor, and when I close the door, he says to me, "Well, I'm kinda turned on by the way my pants fell down with my ass in your face. Do you want to take them off me again, and have some fun, or would you rather me do it for you", as he gently leaned over to kiss me, and grope my still semi-erect cock.
"Let me help", I said while my lips were locked to his. I unbutton his pants, and they fall to the newly cleaned carpet. I have finally gotten a good grip on his neatly trimmed, throbbing cock.
To be continued.....
