I threw back the thick blackout curtains of my apartment to reveal a beautiful summer morning. My eyes squinted, adjusting to the light as I looked through the glass onto my new neighbourhood. The sky was clear, and the morning sun shone brilliantly over the horizon, welcoming me to a brand new day.
Today was definitely the perfect day to see what my new home has to offer.
I had recently moved to the area, having landed my first proper job. I was twenty-one and fresh out of college and ready to take on the world.
This also marked the first time I had ever lived on my own, from growing up in a busy house, to living in the dorms at college. I was looking forward to it just being me and like most guys my age, there were two things on my mind: money and sex.
The first part, I'd hoped, would come as part of my new job, which I start next week and the second, well, my sex life could use some attention.
From receiving my very first hand job, by my then first and only girlfriend Lucy. She tried love her, but she just didn't do it for me and as a result I had problems rising to the occasion, if you know what I mean. Naturally, she assumed it was because I didn't find her attractive enough, however, in reality it was because I fancied her twin brother Tom.
When I did manage to get it up, it was due to thinking about him. I never had the heart to tell her, although I suspect she may have guessed, considering the excuses I made to always spend time with him.
This in turn, led to my next sexual experience, with Tom himself, where I gave him my first-hand job. I took what Lucy showed me and perfected it with Tom all summer, in a period of my life I like to refer to as the summer of the sore wrist. Tom and I went through so many tissues that summer, his mom was convinced we had both developed a severe case of hay fever.
Then, as I got a bit older, I met Bryan the star quarterback, someone who surrounded himself with cheerleaders and alpha males, but only truly looked happy on his knees with my dick in his mouth. For all his bravado and machismo, he was just as confused as the rest of us.
Finally, I lost my cherry at a college house party. I had met this very handsy guy from Ireland and after a drink or three, we decided to go for it. After trying all the bedrooms in the house and finding them occupied with copulating couples and one threesome, we ended up in the basement where he bred me over the washer dryer. Even to this day the smell of lavender fabric softener gets me hard.
Since then, I've been on a bit of a barren run, desperately on the lookout for Mr right and I knew I wouldn't find him cooped up in my apartment.
After a quick shower, I put on a pair of shorts and plain t-shirt and headed out to see what my new area had to offer. As I roamed the streets for a while getting the lay off the land, I found myself in a nearby park. I sat myself down on the nearest park bench and watched the world go by for a bit, from the dog walkers to the handsome jogger who stopped near me to do his stretches; damn that guy had a nice ass.
It was then I felt a change in the air. The gentle warmth of the sun was soon replaced with a slight chill on my skin, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. I looked up and the once clear sky was now dotted with clouds, and they were turning to an ominous shade of grey.
You could feel it was going to rain at any moment, and I was still a good fifteen minutes from home.
I felt the first few drops on my skin then before I knew it, the heavens had opened. The rain came crashing down, the kind of heavy rain that pounded against the ground.
I quickly headed back home; my light stroll now becoming a solid run. With no cover, my shorts and t-shirt were now so wet they clung to my skin.
I could see the entrance to my apartment block and hurried towards it. Another guy was just going through it when he could see me rapidly approaching.
He held out his arm to hold the door open and as I swooped in, I couldn't help but breathe in his cologne, which smelled amazing.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it. It's really coming down, isn't it?" he replied.
"Yeah, and there's me thinking this was summer."
I walked with him to the elevator. My trainers squelching along the tiled floor as I did. He pushed the button to call the elevator.
As we stood there waiting for it to arrive, me with the small paddling pool forming around me and him, well he looked flawless. The water had barely touched him, almost as if it was afraid to mess with such a perfect looking man.
Wiping the water from my face, I discreetly looked him up and down. He was around six feet tall, early twenties like me, his hair was perfectly waxed and his arms, my god those arms. He clearly works out. They were impressive, not body builder massive, but clearly defined. He wore a salmon-coloured polo shirt, which moulded to his body like a second skin and a pair of tan shorts that well, we'll just say he filled in all the right places.
The elevator chimed and the doors opened.
"After you," he said, extending his arm.
"Thanks."
I got in and he walked in directly behind me. I watched as he pressed the button for the sixth floor, before turning his head to face me.
"Floor?" he asked.
"I'm on six as well."
When he turned to face me, that's when I got to see his face properly. Not only did he have a great physique, but he was handsome to boot, with his square jaw, dimpled cheek and those dark brown eyes you could get lost in.
"You're new here, right?" He asked, leaning against the elevator wall and striking up a conversation.
"Yeah, moved in yesterday."
"I'm Ryan, 6C."
He held out his hand for a handshake. I grabbed it and shook it. He had a powerful grip, a grip that made me go weak at the knees.
"David, 6B," I replied.
"Oh, so we're next-door neighbors."
"I guess so."
"Well, if you need anything David, just give me a shout," he said and gave me a dimpled smile.
I smiled back, before catching a glimpse of myself in the mirrors that surrounded the elevator walls. Here I was, sharing a lift with this gorgeous specimen of a man and I looked like I had just crawled out of the sewer, having just been flushed down the toilet. My hair was soaked and matted to my forehead and my clothes were uncomfortably wet. My plain t-shirt had become virtually transparent to the point where I could see my nipples as it clung to my skinny frame.
It was not my best look and certainly not the best first impression I could have made.
The elevator chimed again, and we came to a stop. When the doors slowly parted, we got out and headed down the hallway to our respective apartments.
We seemed to put our keys into our doors at the exact same time. I looked across to him and gave him the obligatory head nod, to which he returned. To an ordinary bystander it must have looked as though we were about to launch some sort of nuclear missile.
I opened my door and went inside. I made a beeline for the bathroom because my clothes were too drenched for the hamper, so I thought I'd wring them out in the bath for the time being.
One by one, I peeled off my clothes and dumped them into the bath. Christ, even my underwear was soaked through.
I grabbed a towel and patted myself down, before leaving the bathroom to get dressed.
The one good thing about living on your own is you get to walk around naked. Something I was unable to do, growing up in a house with four sisters.
I was just about to go and put on a pair of sweatpants, when there was a knock at the door.
Making a quick detour to the door, I peered through the peep hole to see who was there. It was Ryan.
I stood there naked, wondering what to do. Should I quickly get dressed and leave him waiting, or do I just open it. I opted to open it, but positioned myself so my naked body was hiding behind the door.
"Oh, hey," I greeted.
"Hey, um, my buddies and I are going to watch the game tomorrow at Flanagan's, and I was wondering if you wanted to come along."
I wasn't quite sure what game he was referring to, as I wasn't much of a sports fan, but hey, if the stud next door asks you, there's only one answer, right?
"Sure, that sounds great." I replied.
"Cool, I'll give you a knock when it's time to go."
"Thanks man."
"Don't mention it, oh and you might want to reconsider the placement of that mirror in the back wall."
