It was shaping up to be another hot day, I thought, as I carried my coffee onto the patio.
It was my second year going "condo"..the last girlfriend was more than enough for me to retreat, sell the house and just cut myself off from my old circle of friends. At 52 years of age you'd think I'd have enough sense to leave a younger party girl alone, or at the least just fuck them a few times and leave. Oh, well. Shit happens.
So, not a big deal..after two failed marriages I knew the drill. Stand up from the rubble, brush yourself off and walk. Wounds heal over time.
I sipped my coffee and thought how to spend my weekend. Hit the gym, for sure..I had grown up proud of how good I looked lately. I let myself go with the crazy chick, now I was in shape, dropped 2 pant sizes and my chest and arms were getting damn good, if I say so myself. 6'2" with broad shoulders and a hard midsection. Hard work pays off.
I was thinking what to do after the gym when I heard a truck around front. I walked through the patio door into my sparsely furnished apartment and walked out the front door. Moving truck..the unit next door was finally being occupied. That's nice. Hopefully this neighbor would be more friendly than the girl on the other side, she was a bit of stuck up ice queen..I nicknamed her "Elsa".
I was about to walk back inside when I heard, " Hi, neighbor!"
A young guy walked up to me, smiling broadly. Around 30, maybe 5'6", slight build, shaggy blonde hair, tanned skin. He was wearing bike shorts and a tank top. I was still in my sleep attire of a tank top and loose shorts, hey, we almost match.
I smiled back and held out my hand. "Well, hello back, neighbor, welcome to our little slice of paradise. I'm Ron, good to meetcha."
He shook my hand. "Thanks! I'm Jesse." He looked around. "This does look like a great place. Quiet and secluded."
I nodded. "It is indeed. You need some help moving in?"
Jesse shook his head. "Oh, no, the movers have it. I don't have a lot, I'm just trying to stay of their way."
"Well, if you need help unpacking later, just knock on the door, I'd be happy to help. I know how unpacking alone can be challenging. We can have a few welcome beers as we work."
He had a cute smile. "That would be great, Ron. I need to make sure they are putting my stuff in the right rooms. Talk to you later!" Jesse walked away and I noticed two things..his very round ass..I mean better than most women's..and the slight feminine way he swayed as he moved. I waved at him across the yard and went back inside, not really think more of it.
Driving home from the gym, I noticed the moving truck was gone. That's good, looked like Jesse was moved in.
Inside I stood at my counter drinking a post workout shake..it was a good workout, my arms and chest felt nice and tight.
I wondered what to do next..maybe a soak in the hot tub? The doorbell rang and I walked over.
Jesse was at the door..he smiled and then I noticed his eyes looking me up and down..I was wearing a tight tank and athletic shorts.
"Hey, Jesse. All moved in?"
"Oh, um, yeah..I was wondering if you were busy? I had a big screen tv I wanted to mount and I just don't have anyone to help." It was cute to watch him almost appear as a weak little girl..my suspicions about him was right.
A little bit about me that I carefully omitted in my beginning of this story..I love fucking twinks and femboys. There is something about a submissive guy at my feet looking up and begging makes my cock hard as tempered steel. My first two marriages collapsed because the first wife caught me balls deep inside a skinny coffee barista at our house. The second one ended when that wife saw pics of her gay "BFF" since high school sucking my thick cock. He was also wearing her lingerie at the time. The last girlfriend was a mess..I just started bringing cute guys home and having my way in the spare bedroom whenever I wanted, because I was tired of her shit. I wanted her to know that they were better at pleasing me than she ever was and made sure to inform her of that fact every chance I had.
Hey, I never claimed to be a saint. I just like what I like.
I grinned at Jessie. "Sure thing. Come on in while I grab my tools."
He walked in and looked around. I opened the closet door and grabbed what I needed.
"This is what I expected your place to look like" he said.
"Oh, yeah?" I looked around my living room..just a couch, a recliner, a big screen tv and some game consoles. Not many pictures on the wall, a bookcase filled with historical war books and crime novels by James Ellroy, Elmore Leonard, John D. McDonald, etc.
He nodded. "You live simple.. just what you need."
I smiled. "I try not to get tied down with things I don't find necessary for my life. It works for me."
Jesse almost blushed. "It's very...manly."
"Why, thank you. Come on, let's get that tv up on your wall."
Forty-five minutes and one beer later, the tv was safely on Jesse's wall.
"There," I stood back and admired the results. I handed him my empty bottle. It was a pure dominant move, subtle but he caught up on it. I noticed the smile on his face.
"Would you like another?"
"Water would be fine, if you don't mind."
Jesse nodded and walked into the kitchen. I looked around the living room..tasteful pieces of furniture, a big oversized couch that was chosen for aesthetics and comfort. Boxes stacked, but not that many. He returned with a bottle of water and another glass of wine for himself.
"Please, have a seat, you don't have to leave right away, do you?"
"Don't mind if I do," I sprawled on the couch, outstretched my arms on the back, my legs ride, just relaxing. Jesse sat on the other end, he tucked his legs under him.
He sipped his wine. "So, Ron, what do you do?"
"Systems engineer..mainly configure vendor programs for clients."
"That sounds interesting."
I sipped my water. "I would have said boring. Its a living..until I can retire in about 15 years, anyway."
He giggled. I felt his eyes on me..I followed his gaze to my shorts. My cock was slightly outlined in my shorts..and the way I was sitting was probably helping.
"How about you?"
"Oh, uh," a little flustered. I was definitely having an effect on him..and knowing that made my manhood swell a bit. "I do video editing for learning courses..you know, like the videos they show in Human resources?"
"Oh, yeah, right..that's better than my job, at least you have some degree of creativity in your job." He was staring again..I was semi hard and the outline more pronounced. I shifted a little..fuck it, give him a show.
"Are you busy tonight?" He blurted it out, a little too quick.
"Free as a bird," I grinned and resisted the urge to wink.
He blushed a little. "I..wanted to thank you for your help and especially making me feel at home here. I have a friend coming over for dinner and I would love if you'd join us." His inflections were more feminine and he seemed more relaxed.
"Absolutely. Give me the time and I'll be here."
He beamed. "Around 6?"
I stood up, he followed my lead. I towered over him. "Great, I'll see you then."
He led me to the front door, two stack of boxes were close together in the path way. Ever so slightly, squeezing through, that round ass pressed against my crotch. We said goodbyes and I walked over to my home, replaying that little moment in my head.
I swore I heard him moan, very softly.
The rest of the day was pretty normal, I went out to the store to pick up a few things, came home and showered. Shaved my head and trimmed my white goatee. My body was nice and tanned from the beach trip earlier in the month. I had to say, I looked good for a guy in his 50s.
I threw on some khaki cargo shorts and a polo style shirt. Boat style loafers completed the ensemble. I decided to go commando that night..let the monster roam.
I grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge and headed over to Jesse's.
I walked over to Jesse's and rang the doorbell.