It was just three weeks later that I caught the red-eye flight to the West Coast, ready to start the next chapter of my life, having received confirmation of the job I had been awarded after a successful (and very enjoyable) interview. It also coincided with my twentieth birthday, so I celebrated at the house with Cal and my parents, who had made the journey up especially. It was bittersweet; on the one hand I was excited at the new prospect of a life elsewhere, but I would also be leaving behind those that I loved.
My Dad took me aside and handed me a check for $5000, to help me settle in my new place which I would be renting. Mine and Cal's brief relationship had come to its natural end, neither one of us wishing to compromise our positions for it to continue. However, we promised to stay in touch and he would remain my closest friend and mentor. My parents, having learnt of and accepted the fact of my sexuality, were torn between letting their only child cross the entire country to start a new life and deciding that it was probably the best decision for me.
There were tears at the airport as I said goodbye at the gate, then I boarded the aircraft and took my seat. I was sat at the rear of the plane and there were only a handful of other passengers in front of me. I settled in my seat and soon we were in the skies, most of the other travellers falling asleep as soon as we were up in the air. I was too excited to sleep and tried to read the paperback I had packed for the journey. Eventually, sleep overtook me, and I didn't wake up until the plane touched down in my new home.
The sun was blazing upon my arrival in the city. I caught a cab that dropped me at my new apartment that was being supplied by the company, not far from downtown, and I collapsed into bed and slept for almost fourteen hours.
When I woke up, I perused the welcome pack that Dan, my new boss, had left for me. My official start date was in seven days' time, so I had some opportunity to familiarise myself with my new surroundings. I called my parents and Cal to let them know I had arrived safely, then unpacked my suitcase. The flat was nicely furnished, with all the necessities provided. It was part of a condominium, with a shared swimming pool in an enclosed courtyard and was made up of seven other apartments. After I had a light lunch to quieten my grumbling stomach, I showered and changed into my trunks, taking my book with me to go and sit in the sunshine.
I lay out a towel on a sunbed and stretched myself out, enjoying the warm rays on my skin. By now it was late afternoon and I supposed that the workers would soon be returning home, so I enjoyed the solitude while it lasted. I had managed to devour a few chapters of my paperback before I heard the metal gate to the courtyard creak open, which took me away from the fictional world I was steeped in. I glanced up and saw a very masculine stocky guy, with a shaved bald head and a full facial beard, head towards one of the flats on the ground floor. He was wearing a suit that clung to his thick-set frame, so I presumed he had just finished for the day. He smiled at me briefly, before disappearing into the apartment.
'If that's the quality of the neighbours, then I'm going be in hog heaven,' I bemusedly thought to myself, before resuming my reading.
It was a short time later that the stocky guy came back out of his home, this time dressed in a pair of black swim trunks with coloured stripes on the left-hand side. I nearly dropped my book. He was very muscular, with bulging deltoids and a tribal tattoo covering his right arm. I saw the sun glint on something and realised he had his right nipple pierced with a ring. His manly chest and torso were covered with fur and his legs looked well worked-on too, the thighs very thick and shapely.
He tossed down his towel, then dove head-first into the pool. I watched him complete a couple of laps before he climbed out and started towelling himself off. I realised I couldn't stop staring, so I hid my face in my book, sneaking peeks over the top. He lay on the lounger opposite me to dry the rest of his body naturally with the sun. He lay with his legs propped up, slightly apart and I couldn't take my eyes off the mound in his trunks, both front and back. He clearly went to the gym and the results were there for me to lust over.
I realised that my prick was stirring, so I did my best to hide my bulge with the towel I was laying on. I snuck another peek and saw that his hand was resting on his crotch, gently squeezing himself and absent-mindedly adjusting his nut sack. He suddenly raised his head and caught me looking, so I retreated behind my book. After a pause, I looked again, and saw that he was sitting up and smiling at me, white teeth gleaming amidst all that beautifully dark facial hair. He gave me a wink and I returned a smile. He was cruising me, but I felt glued to the spot, unsure of what to do next.
Luckily for me, the decision was taken out of my hands. He stood up off the sunbed, then threw his towel over one shoulder and proceeded to walk in the direction of his apartment. He glanced over his shoulder and gestured with his head for me to follow. I put down my book and got up, making my way over, my eyes on his wide shapely ass, the material of his trunks spread tightly over them.
