Charlie was depressed and pissed off and didn't want to get out of bed.
Yesterday he had moved into "Manorhouse Assisted Living" and he was already sure it had been a big mistake. He was only 68, for Christ's sake, that isn't really old anymore.
But, he'd had a real scare a few months back when he'd had a mild heart attack and been all alone at home and had to dial 911 for help. His doctor said it could happen again at any time, so he'd moved out of his condo and into this hell hole.
Not that it was even that bad. He had what amounted to a studio apartment and it was sunny and bright with big windows and his own balcony. He had his favorite possessions with him and his own furniture. For a widower with no close family, it was the ideal situation. There was even an on-site health club downstairs that was free for use.
However...as soon as he'd arrived yesterday, there had been a train of widows and spinsters knocking on his door to "welcome" him to the complex. He had grown tired really quickly of their shiny little eyes appraising him as future husband material as it became obvious they were doing.
Now, it wasn't even 9 AM and already some old biddy was knocking at his door.
He had slept nude because he hadn't unpacked his clothing yet and he dragged himself out of bed and went to the door. When he looked through the peep hole, instead of some gray haired biddy there was a guy around his own age outside. He must have seen the peep hole darken because he smiled and waved and yelled, "Open up, neighbor!"
Charlie opened the door a crack and craned his head around the door.
"What is it?" he asked.
The new neighbor replied, "I fixed you breakfast." and bent down to retrieve the tray he'd set on the floor, then stood up and pushed his way into the apartment. He walked over and set the tray on the dining table, then swiveled around to face Charlie.
"Whoa," he said, "you should just be glad it was me instead of one of the matrimonial bureau crones. If they had seen you like that with that big meat flopping around, you'd never get rid of them hanging around."
Charlie had forgotten that he was standing there nude and he looked down at his body. He'd never thought of his cock as any more than average, now here was a complete stranger commenting on his dick size.
"I guess I should get dressed, I wasn't expecting visitors and you woke me up."
"You don't need to get dressed for me." his visitor said. "We're both boys and that's not the first cock I've seen. Besides, you've got a really nice body so it's not like you're not easy on the eyes."
Charlie walked over to where he'd dropped his briefs the night before and slid into them. He was conscious that the neighbor had been scoping out his ass when he bent to put them on. What was with this guy?
When Charlie turned back to face him he said, "I live in the next apartment. I figured that you'd still be getting organized so I brought you breakfast. Plus, I saw that parade of old bags dropping by to scope you out yesterday and I wanted you to know it won't keep up. Any new guy who shows up here is automatically a potential mate if he's breathing. We guys are outnumbered 2 to 1 around here so they try to get their claim in early."
Charlie laughed and replied, "Well, spread the word that I'm not available. The last thing I need is some old cow bossing me around."
"I'm glad to hear it; we guys kind of stick together around here. I'm Ben, by the way." He stuck out his hand for Charlie to shake but Charlie knew he was staring at his crotch instead of his hand.
"You're in really great shape for a guy our age." Ben said. "Have you checked out our gym, yet?"
"I was planning on doing that later today." Charlie replied.
"In that case, I'll give you the guided tour. Sit down and eat your breakfast and I'll go and get my gym bag. We can hop down there when you're through. Don't bother showering; we'll do that after we work out. See you in a few."
Ben crossed over and let himself out and Charlie sat down to breakfast. It was the first meal that he hadn't cooked for himself in ages and he found himself surprisingly hungry. He was just finishing up the last of his pancakes when Ben let himself back into the apartment, gym bag slung over his shoulder.
"Good, you're done eating." he said. "Slip some clothes on and let's go. As much as I like looking at you, you could start a minor riot if the biddies see you like that. And don't worry about finding your gym clothes; I stuck some of my things in the bag for you. I judge we're about the same size."
Again, Charlie was aware of him staring at his crotch.
Charlie slipped his clothes on that he'd worn the day before and then followed Ben down to the gym. It was amazingly well equipped. Ben showed him into the locker room.
"We can share a locker since it's your first time. We'll get that sorted later."
Ben started to strip and Charlie followed suit, hanging their clothes together in the metal locker. Charlie was uncomfortably aware of the close proximity of Ben's nude body when they both were down to bare skin.
"I'm in pretty good shape, too, don't you think?" Ben asked and Charlie was forced to look him over.
Their bodies were much the same, lean and tightly muscled. Charlie had a nice coating of hair on his chest whereas Ben was smooth and while Charlie had a full bush; Ben's pubes were trimmed into a tight patch above his cock. Charlie had to admit that there was a lot of truth in Ben's earlier comment about them being the same size. Ben's cock hung down about 5 inches long soft, roughly the same length as Charlie's relaxed dick. His cock seemed thicker, though and his balls seemed bigger in his stretched sack.
"Hell, we both look pretty good for a pair of old fuckers. Check out my ass, I'm really proud of not having a droopy old man's butt." Ben said.
Ben turned around and Charlie was confronted by a noteworthy ass. He'd never thought much about other men's butts but Ben's looked like it belonged on a teenaged boy. His cheeks looked like two perfect melons, rounded and firm and Charlie could tell that his ass crack was probably as hairless as most of the rest of his body.
"You're looking at the result of about 2 million squats and lunges." Ben said. "Let's see yours."
Charlie shyly turned around and said, "I'm not nearly in the shape you're in."
Ben took a step closer and Charlie could feel the heat radiating off of his body.
"You must do a lot of walking." Ben said. Charlie felt him grab his ass cheek and squeeze. "You're solid muscle. Nothing to be ashamed of with a butt like that. Come on, let's work out."
Ben emptied his gym bag and supplied Charlie with exercise clothes, shorts and a tank top and a worn jockstrap. Charlie felt an odd thrill putting the jock on, knowing that in the past it had often held Ben's cock and balls. Ben watched him dress, then slipped on his own jock and turned his back to Charlie. The tight straps perfectly outlined his lush ass and lifted and separated the fleshy cheeks. He looked back over his shoulder to make sure that Charlie had seen him.
When they were both dressed they entered the gym. It felt good to be up and exerting himself and Charlie's gloomy mood slowly subsided. This might not be such a bad place to live, after all. He certainly had an interesting neighbor.
After about an hour of exercise, Ben said, "I'm about tapped out. How about you?"
"I'm pretty much at my limit. I've been sweating like a pig."
"Time to hit the showers and relax, then." Ben said.
They returned to the locker room and stripped off their sweaty clothes and Ben said, "Follow me."
