I met James about a week after I moved into my new apartment. He lived across the street in an upstairs garage apartment that sat on a downtown lot. The stairway to his apartment was on the outside of the garage and faced the street. What really caught my eye the day I moved in was James sitting on the steps to his apartment shirtless in short, tight, cutoff jean shorts which was the style back then. I didn't miss the chance to introduce myself and get a look at his big bulge and muscular hairy legs.
James worked the evening shift at a warehouse. He was twenty-four and built like the Kansas farm boy that he was. His shaggy curly hair made him look a little boyish, but he was horny as hell all the time and was constantly scratching his balls and adjusting his big cock.
James often sat outside on the steps to his apartment around noon. He worked from three in the afternoon to eleven at night so he slept from about midnight to eight in the morning. I rarely saw him outside except on his days off or at noon when I went for a run and happened to go down the street in front of our apartments.
We ate dinner together one time when my carry-out order got messed up and I had too much fried chicken. It was on one of his days off and I took the food over to his place. His apartment had a small hallway between the bedroom and bathroom and one time during the evening I was trying to get into the bathroom just as he was coming out of his bedroom. We kind of collided in that tight hallway and he turned around just in time for his right hand to slide across my ass. He grabbed it firmly and said, "Don't you know any better than to put your tight ass in front of a farm boy?" I laughed a little and then he smacked me on the butt and grinned. I could feel my dick starting to swell from the encounter. I didn't really know what to make of his comment; it was suggestive as hell but he didn't make any other moves like he was cruising me or anything. In a couple of minutes the tip of my dick stuck to my briefs and I knew some pre-cum had dried and glued them together. I reached my hand down into my shorts to pull it loose just as James turned and saw me messing with my dick. Our eyes met and he smirked a little but didn't say anything.
I was in pretty good shape in those days and in the hot summer months I ran shirtless in really short nylon running shorts that had a built-in brief. I always ran with a jock strap on. I noticed some other runners in the locker room at my gym also wore the same nylon running shorts that had a built-in brief, but they didn't wear a jock or anything under it. So, one day I decided to try that too. Running without a jock was a big mistake and I found out why soon after I left the gym.
After three blocks of running my cock and balls were bouncing all over the place in that brief, and that was when I realized I was about to get a gigantic boner. My dick quickly went from thick to completely hard and cars were everywhere with people looking at me. I kind of panicked and tried to hide my erection as it shifted from side to side in my running shorts. Nothing seemed to help, but finally I was able to turn down the street where I lived. I saw James coming down his stairway shirtless about the time I was close to our apartments.
