Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2005 12:26:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Apartment Six (1)

Another flight of fancy, arising as pure fiction from the fertile mind of
storyguy22. Not a lick (no pun intended) of truth to it. Any resemblance to
real life apartment sixes is pure coincidence. Read and enjoy, and if you
are motivated to comment, that is always appreciated! Storyguy22@yahoo.com




I have no idea why he just had to move into the same apartment complex
where my Mom and I lived, but, there he was. I was hanging out at the pool
area after school one day, and I noticed that someone was moving into the
unit that was on the opposite side of the pool from ours. Moving guys were
coming and going with furniture, and boxes, all sweating, and cursing the
hot day. I could relate, having just completed practice with the freshmen
baseball team prior to getting home to the cool swimming pool. It was hot,
and had been for what seemed like weeks now. I shook my head in sympathy
for the movers, and dove back into the cool water. I swam a few laps, then
climbed out, and stretched my 5' 8", 135 pound body out on the padded
lounge near the edge of the pool. I lay face down, rested my head on my
folded arms, and closed my eyes, dozing a little, I suppose. I had been
doing that a lot recently, just closing my eyes, and trying to keep my
brain in neutral, hoping to not have the thoughts that had been cluttering
my life of late.

See, at the ripe old age of barely 14, I had pretty much reached the
conclusion that I, yes, me, was in fact, seriously gay. Yup, you heard me,
gay, as in G.A.Y. Who woulda' ever thunk it, I know. Hell, it still
surprises me, and it's me we are talking about here! Although I'm not tall,
and I'm pretty slim, too by today's high school averages, I am considered
"cute" and "fun," and God knows I get my share of attention from my giggly
girl frosh classmates. The problem there is, I don't seek, or want, that
attention. Oh, girls are cool enough, all rounded and soft, and they even
smell nice, but they are so, what, complex, I guess, for lack of a better
term. I have several "girl friends," just not any "girlfriends," and that
suites me just fine, actually. Most of them don't seem to get it, though,
and I frankly spend a lot of effort trying to avoid the steady barrage of
flirtatious contacts they tend to initiate with me. My Mom shakes her head
in utter disbelief at all of the girls who call me, asking if I'm going to
some school function, or some party, whatever. She claims that in "her
day", the girls did NOT call the boys, and she wholeheartedly disagrees
with such "aggression!" She thinks that's the reason I don't care for them
calling as well. Good. That makes for a lot less questions that I seriously
prefer to avoid, relative to good old Mom!

Anyway, it seemed that my every conscious moment of late was filled with
unending fantasies of the numerous, very much non-hetro, activities that my
hormone infested body craved. These tended to play out as small vignettes,
frequently staring yours truly being ravished endlessly by certain male
members of the senior class! Yup, as if desiring frequent, and rampant,
sexual depravity with other males was not enough of a burden, my particular
proclivity definitely tended toward the older, more mature, members of the
specie. Not sure why, exactly, possibly related to the college guy who had
first introduced me to the joys of being touched in very intimate ways
while baby sitting me at the tender age of nine, and ten. Hmm^Å.interesting
thought, that, I wonder where he his now, when I really need his
attentions! Whatever, the truth of it is, while I have interest in most any
boy, since they all pretty much come with the proper plumbing as standard
features, it's the eighteen+ models that represent the fully loaded,
high-end package for me.

So, I'm sunning by the pool, half asleep, with my ever percolating brain
successfully neutralized, when I am suddenly, and rudely, totally drenched
by a huge deluge of pool water, the end result of an apparent five-star
cannonball! I sputter, and shake globs of water from my longish, light
brown hair, and turn my attention poolward, seeking the instigator of this
un-needed dousing. Rising to my feet, anticipating a verbal battle, I
expand my non-threatening body as far as possible, a somewhat futile
attempt to look as menacing as possible. Mid-flex, I spot the apparent
culprit as he hoists himself from the water at the pool ladder, and right
there I lose it, and pretty much just, well, freeze! It's that strong,
tanned back, and shoulders that first snare my full attention, and, well
ok, his beyond cute ass, as well. He reaches the pool deck, and shakes his
head, the dark hair flying with the force of it, and shards of water
glistening in the bright sunlight. He turns toward me then, and I just know
my chin has reached the center of my chest, as my eyes drift across the
breadth of him, and I hear myself utter a small groan!  Jeeeez-oh!! This
hunk is amazing! First glance impressions, YES, I'm YOURS! OK, Ok, details,
then. Maybe nineteen, even twenty. Tall, six feet, easy. Very defined
body. Not gym-rat buff, but, veerrry nice! Black hair, full cut, and I
think a center part, only now it's wet, so can't be sure. Smooth chest,
flat stomach, a very interesting suggestion of bulge at the soaked crotch
of the trunks. Strong legs, some dark hairs visible, athletic looking
calves. I drag my gaze up to meet his eyes, and the final spear slices
cleanly through my smitten heart. Sparkling, laughing, take-no-prisoners,
blue, almost transparent, blue eyes, and drop-dead smile that exhibits
perfectly even rows of snow-white teeth! Oh jeez, not that, too, yup,
dimples!!! My heart beat is a roar in my ears, and I'm trying to comprehend
the zingy sensation in my balls, as I stare him. Dimly, my flooded brain
registers the thought that were I to consult Webster's, seeking to define
the term "hot," I would doubtless see his photograph, suitable for framing!

He takes in my somewhat drenched state, and what remains of my long
forgotten anger, and paints me with a smile that could only be measured in
mega-watts. "Oh wow, dude, I'm sorry, that cannon ball went way better than
my usual!" Unable to stop myself, I returned the killer smile, and said,
"Yea, probably rates a perfect ten, at that, but actually, it felt pretty
good!" He chuckled, and I saw his eyes perform a quick inventory of my
form, top to bottom, before those incredible eyes met mine. "Well," he
replied, still with the stunning grin, "Good feelings is what life is all
about, but still, it was pretty rude of me, and I apologize!" By now he was
standing right in front of me, his height towering slightly above me, and
my eyes rested squarely on that smooth chest, exactly nipple height, and I
felt a small jolt in my balls. He extended a hand, and said, "I'm Ryan, the
complex newbie, actually moving in to number six, as we speak!" I looked up
into those ice blue eyes, and gripped the proffered hand, answering, "Uh,
hi, I'm Aaron, uh, apartment twelve, actually, well, me and my Mom." He
chuckled softly, still holding onto my hand, and said, "Nice to meet you,
Aaron, and nice to be making you feel good, too, before I'm even unpacked!"
I laughed at that, feeling yet another zing deep in my balls, and
demonstrated my natural command of the English language by mumbling, "For
sure!"

Ryan let go of my hand then, and said, "Well, thanks for being such a good
sport about this, and as soon as I'm settled enough to find glasses, I'd
like to buy you a drink to make up for my rudeness." Another bolt in my
balls, and I nodded, saying, "Sure, that would be way cool!" Gawd, I am so
glib sometimes, I amaze even me! Ryan chuckled at my response, and chided,
"Don't be so casual about it, Aa, in certain circles, I am known as an all
out expert at serving up soda's!" I giggled, both at the comment, and at
the use of "double-a" reference to my name. I got it together a bit better,
and tried it again, saying, "Oh I'm sure you're the best, I could feel it
in your wrist a minute ago, a seriously expert pourer of drinks, no doubt!"
He laughed softly, nodding, and replied, " That's much better, Aa, and
what's more, I'll prove it beyond any doubt if you stop by anytime after
six this evening!" Quickly calculating the present time at close to four, I
felt my heart sink a little, the two whole hours of wait time seeming
almost insurmountable. I smiled, and answered, "Six, OK, you're on!" He
staggered me slightly with the cool blues, and replied, "Hope so!"

We chatted a few more minutes, then, Ryan stood, excusing himself to go and
monitor the movers progress. His nicely bulked crotch was at my eye level
as he stood, and yup, I definitely looked, looked a lot, actually! He
paused there for a second, then lightly ruffled my hair with his fingers,
and said, You're cute, Aa, see ya about six!" And he turned, and walked
away, leaving me sitting there, heart all fluttery, and a genuine boner
growing inside my swim trunks! I glanced around to ensure nobody was paying
attention, then, stood, my shorts seriously protruding in front, and dove
into the pool, cooling the boiling feeling deep in my balls! Wow, I
thought, wow, wow, and, uh, wow!

(To Be Continued)
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