This story is fictional and any similarities to places or people are purely coincidental. This story is intended for those aged 18 or over or whatever the legal age may be where you live.
I woke up to the sun already shining brightly through the uncovered window. It was Saturday morning. I rolled out of bed, stood up, and stretched with my arms high above my head. Clad in just loose boxers, my morning wood stood up, proudly. I walked over and looked out the window to see that a large black pick-up truck, hauling a trailer, had parked in the driveway next door. I lived in a community of semi-detached townhomes. The townhomes were paired into groups of two with a space in between each set. My bedroom window faced the space between and, of course, the neighboring unit which until now had been unoccupied.
"Hope the new neighbor is hot," I thought to myself chuckling at the immaturity of my initial thought. As I pondered who my new neighbor might be, my full bladder brought me back to the present. I walked into the attached bathroom, not bothering to shut the door, and stripped naked. I had a clear view of myself in the full-length mirror and all ego aside, I was proud of the way I looked. I was in my mid 20s working as a software engineer but found time to go to the gym regularly. I had brown, wavy hair that was usually styled nicely but not at the moment. My chest was broad and defined, if a little smaller than I wanted, with just a light dusting of hair. I was very proud of my arms as they had the best definition out of any of my muscles.
My abs were visible as a 6-pack but not very cut, something I continued to work hard on. My eyes drifted downward, following the light treasure trail, and locked onto my almost completely erect member. The cut head glistened with a few drops of precum that had formed at the tip. At its best, I was about 6.5 inches long and average thickness. I never had any complaints. The brown hair framing my junk was always trimmed neatly. My balls were full and hanging low. I finished the once over of my body with my legs which were lean and strong from running most mornings before work. My attention was once again pulled back to my urgent need for relief.
I hated peeing in the toilet with a boner and I needed to shower so I stepped into the glass shower to take care of both. After relieving myself and washing up, my cock remained rock hard. I knew I'd have to take care of this before I started my day so I slowly slid my right hand around my throbbing dick. Using spit for lubrication I began to pump slowly while my left hand helped steady me against the shower wall. The warm water flowing over my back, sore from yesterday's workout. My muscles relaxed and the familiar tingling made its way through my body as I continued to stroke myself. I didn't last long and before I knew it I was blasting several ropes of sticky, white cum across the shower wall. I groaned loudly as that undeniable rush washed over me. I watched my cum slowly drip down and disappear into the drain. Sufficiently relaxed and ready to start my day I turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, and dried off.
My penis never deflates quickly after an orgasm -- I guess it's always hoping for a second-round -- so it bounced up and down in front of me as I began walking around my room collecting clothes for the day. I grabbed a pair of looser boxer briefs from my dresser and gray sweatpants from my closet. I was going to have a lazy Saturday and wanted to be dressed for the part.
I made my way downstairs and started making coffee while cooking breakfast. I had just turned off the stove when someone began knocking at my door. I put my coffee down and walked over to the door. I looked through the peephole to see a man on the other side. I didn't have a shirt on but figured he wouldn't care. I opened up the door to lay eyes on one of the hottest men I'd ever seen.
He looked to be in his 40s, maybe late 30s and was in great shape. He had on a light blue shirt that was soaked at the top with sweat, his head dripping actively. He wore black athletic shorts that showed off his muscular quads and calves but made it difficult to check out his bulge. I realized, after staring at this man for a likely embarrassing amount of time, that he had spoken to me.
"What?" I said, trying to focus.
"I'm James, your new neighbor. I just drove in last night," he said while pointing over across the way to the unit, truck, and trailer next door. As he turned to point toward his new place, I took the opportunity to study his face a little more. He had short, buzzed hair that was dark, almost black. His facial hair was trimmed about the same length as the hair on his head, maybe a bit shorter. He was tan and had really clear skin, although it was currently covered in sweat droplets. He turned back towards me and we made eye contact. His eyes were crystal blue and mesmerizing.
"N-Ni-Nice to meet you," I said stuttering over my words. "I'm Parker."
He reached his hand out to shake mine. His grip was firm and his hand was noticeably larger than mine. He chuckled at me slightly when I held his hand a little too long. His teeth were pearly white and his smile made him even more handsome. I was speechless and my knees were weak. My cock began to stir again and I was regretting the choice of loose underwear and gray sweatpants this morning. I was about to excuse myself when he spoke up.
"Listen, I came over here to ask a favor, Parker. My buddy was supposed to help me move but his wife went into labor so I'm left all by myself. I've got most of it inside but can't do the bigger things on my own. Would you mind helping me if you're not too busy? I'll make it worth your while," he said.
That last part intrigued me but I brushed it off as my currently hormone-clouded mind being too optimistic. I really didn't have any plans for the day and here was this hunk of a man asking me for help. I couldn't say no.
"Yeah, I'd love to help!" I cringed the second I said it as I knew it sounded desperate. "Let me just run upstairs and grab a shirt and I'll head on over," I said trying to recover.
"Nah you don't need it. I was just about to shed mine anyway. It's starting to get real warm out," he said as he started walking away. I wanted to grab a shirt to cover my growing-by-the-second dick but felt weird not following him after he said I didn't need it. I decided to just go without it and followed him to his trailer all the while trying not to look at his muscular back, ass, and legs. The view was making the job of willing my dick back down very difficult.
We reached the trailer and I peered inside. A bed set, some dressers, couches, a TV, a desk, and a table filled the cramped space inside the trailer. To my disappointment, James did not shed his shirt and we instead got started hauling things into his townhome. Being at either end of each object as we carried them we spent a lot of time face-to-face. He really was one of the most attractive people I'd ever seen.
After he moved the air mattress that he must have slept on last night, we threw down his box spring and actual mattress. We both let out a sigh of relief as we were done. It had warmed up considerably and we were both drenched in sweat.
"Sorry you're going to have to shower again," he said with a slight laugh as he walked out of the bedroom. "I'm going to grab us something to drink."
