"Need any help with those?" said a deep voice from the other side of the box I was carrying.
It was June of 2018 and I was moving into my new apartment in Columbus. I had spent the last 6 years getting my pharmacy degree in Cleveland and was about to start my first job in a new city. Since I didn't have much stuff my parents and I were moving everything ourselves, and since I was a fit 25-year-old and my parents were in their late fifties and not exactly the exercising type, I was doing most of the heavy lifting. I was eager to accept any help I could get, no matter who it was.
"Yeah, that would be great!" I mustered as I handed the box off. The box swung easily to the side and I about was taken slightly aback. Carrying my box of dishes was what appeared to be a greek god, at least 6 foot tall and over 200 lbs of solid muscles. He had dark blond hair that was shortly spiked in the front, and had gently tan skin. He wore a tight gray hoodie and even tighter jeans and looked like a 30 something football star.
"I'm Austin, I live in the unit right beside you," the man said. "I saw you were doing it all yourself so figured I would help."
"Thanks, I'm Eric. Yeah it's been a lot more work than I realized. I don't know how I ended up with so much stuff," I replied. He shot me an electric smile.
"Well, I don't have much going on today so with my help hopefully I can make this a bit easier on you," he said while carrying the box of dishes like it weighed nothing, into my apartment.
"Oh, hello there!" my mom said as Austin entered the threshold. "Eric, did you ask this man to help us? You shouldn't impose on your neighbors like that!"
"I volunteered ma'am, don't worry," replied Austin in a cheery tone. "It would be a nice break from my normal weight lifting workouts, I like when being active is more functional."
He squats to set the box down showing off his impressive glutes. Austin insisted on helping unload everything despite my mother's protesting. It was incredibly helpful and we got done in about another hour.
"Thanks for your help Austin, I don't know how I can repay you!" I said as we set down the last box.
"Well, I'm sure you have some unpacking to do and want to spend some time saying goodbye to your parents. Why don't you come over this evening after you've rested for a bit and we can hang out for a while. I'm sure you'll need some downtime, moving always knocks me out," he said with a casual smile.
"Sounds great! What time?"
"Just knock on the door when you feel like it, I'll be there." He said as he walked away.
I said goodbye to my mom and dad and proceeded to work on unpacking. We had finished unloading the truck at about 11:00 am so I had quite a long afternoon before I was ready to head over to Austin's. I didn't usually hang out with super masculine guys like him, as they always intimidated me slightly, but he seemed relatively nice so I figured it couldn't be that bad. I decided I should shower beforehand to make a good impression.
As I stepped out of the shower I stopped and examined myself for a minute. Like I said I was reasonably fit and was actually fairly pleased with how I look. I was about 5'8" and a lifelong tennis player, which kept me lightly muscled and with a great ass. I had medium length chestnut brown hair, and was clean shaven. My lack of facial and torso hair look a little bit younger than my age but that didn't really bother me. I had a fair amount of hair on my legs, crotch, and ass so I at least didn't look too young.
I had lived at home all through college, so getting laid wasn't really something I could do very easily and I was a little bummed to be spending my first night living alone with my neighbor and not on the apps trying to get some action. But I was fairly tired so maybe it was for the best. I could always jack off later. I picked out a fresh navy T-shirt, some black boxer briefs, and some jeans before heading over.
I knocked on the door and Austin answered quickly in a tight black T-shirt and equally tight kaki shorts. He looked even more jacked than before.
"Hey Buddy!" He exclaimed as he patted my shoulder to lead me in. His apartment was pretty minimal, nothing very flashy or revealing too much. An ideal bachelor's pad out of a magazine. Like my own apartment, it wasn't super big, just a small kitchen, with a round 4 seat dining table, and an oversized loveseat with small end table on either side, sitting in front of a large flat screen. Everything was in neutrals and super tidy.
"You wanna sit down, we can watch some sports or a movie?" Austin inquired.
"Sounds good, what did you have in mind?"
"The basketball playoffs are going on right now, that work for you?"
