It was after midnight when I finally got home from work. I had missed the last bus and had to walk 6 miles to my apartment. Being a 20 year old without a car was definitely not a lot of fun, especially after a 10 hour shift in a hot kitchen.
As I fumbled with my keys, my neighbor Jim from across the hall opened his door to check things out.
"Hey Shawn," he said, "kinda late isn't it?"
The look of frustration on my face must have been painfully obvious. Jim laughed softly and motioned for me to come on over and have a drink.
"Thanks, Jim," I said, "let me rinse off really quick and I'll be over."
He nodded as he patted my shoulder, and then closed the door but left it ajar so I could walk in. I tossed my back pack on the floor and left a trail of clothes as I made my way to the shower to wash off the smell of the food I'd been cooking all night. The hot water felt great on my sore muscles but all I could think of was that drink he offered. I finished up quickly, dried off and pulled on a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top.
I closed my apartment door behind me and walked across the hall, pushing Jim's door open. He was coming out of the kitchen as I entered, with two beers and a bottle of tequila.
"Here you go, buddy," Jim said as he handed me a beer and motioned for me to have a seat on the couch.
"Thanks, man, I really need this." I told him as I plopped down and sunk into the couch.
Jim had lived in this apartment building for 10 years or so. He was a retired contractor and spent most of his free time doing handyman stuff for other residents. He was the first person to greet me when I moved in and we've become friends since. I really enjoyed his company and didn't mind at all when he'd hit on me, even though at 220 lbs and being 6'4, he kinda scared me at first. Jim knew I was straight but he always flirted with me anyway. I think he did it just to try to embarrass me.
"Bad night, huh?" He asked as he handed me a shot.
I gulped it down and proceeded to tell him all about the busy night, missed bus and long walk. We sipped our beers and he poured me another shot.
"You know, Shawn, you can always call me if you need a ride." He said, as he poured me another shot.
We proceeded to just hang out and watch tv, and usual, Jim began getting a little bit flirty as we drank. I admit, I actually liked it when he flirted with me, it made me feel good about myself. I wasn't a bad looking guy but girls didn't usually tell me I was sexy. Jim made a habit out of telling me how sexy he thought I was, and would occasionally push the boundaries with his sexual comments. This was also a turn on because he was normally very polite and respectful, so I got the feeling that sometimes he just couldn't help himself. Sometimes alcohol brings out the honesty in people.
This night was one of those nights when he pushed the boundaries. I was feeling pretty buzzed and sexy from the liquor and compliments. Jim may have sensed it, I'm not sure, but he decided to switch on the VCR and began playing some gay porn.
"Oh man, Jim, come on." I said with a laugh.
"What's the matter, Shawn, afraid you might like it?" He said with a grin.
I knew he was trying to embarrass me so I decided just to play it cool and not protest. When Jim got up to grab two more beers and pour is another shot, the bulge in his boxer shorts was obvious and he made to effort to hide it. I was a little bit shocked since he had just turned the movie on, and could only assume he was hard before switching on the VCR. He stood over me as he refilled my glass, watching my eyes to see if I'd look at his cock which was now protruding from his boxers.
"Well, I'd say that this is closer than I ever imagined my cock would be to your face." Jim said, with a chuckle. He watched me as I inadvertently looked directly at it.
I was feeling pretty playful so I decided to turn the tables on him a bit and flirt back.
"Jim, I had no idea that you had suck a nice looking cock," I said casually, "very impressive."
I reached over and picked up my glass, gulping down my tequila shot as he stood there. I kept my eyes on the tv screen as he sat down beside me on the couch, still making no effort to put his cock back in his boxers. He watched me as I watched the scene on the tv screen, it was of a younger man on his knees, sucking an older mans cock.
Jim became bolder than ever before and grabbed my crotch as he asked, "Any movement down here?"
It shocked me since he had never done anything that direct when he flirted, but I had never played along either. His groping was quick and he laughed as he removed his hand. It was then that I realized my cock began to quickly grow inside my thin sweat shorts. Jim noticed it immediately and began to laugh. He then settled back into the couch and watched the screen.
"You know, Shawn, you'd probably be pretty good at that. You've got the lips for it." He said.
I rolled my eyes at him as I smiled. This was way beyond the normal flirting and it was really turning me on. I casually started rubbing my cock through the fabric as I watched Jim begin to stroke his. He scooted closer when he saw my hand start to slip into my sweat shorts.