Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 14:13:41 -0700
From: Chad <azcumslut404@gmail.com>
Subject: The Condo (Part 3)

THE CONDO (PART 3)
By Chad
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Since Greg had no time to change he ended up opening the door in his
swimsuit smelling of sex.  He saw a man with his new refrigerator on a
dolly.

"Hey, if you don't mind, I'll just drop this in your living room until I
take the old one back down to my truck."

"Sure, that's fine.  Just leave the door open when you leave so you can get
back in.  I'm going to take a quick shower and put some clothes on."

"Doesn't bother me one way or another buddy, just gotta do my job."

Since the old refrigerator was empty, Greg left him to it and walked into
the bathroom for a shower.  His ass hurt, but in a good way, from the
awesome fuck he got from the big guy in 14C.  As he showered he fingered
his ass and then washed the dried cum off of his legs.  After drying off,
Greg went into his bedroom and started looking through the moving boxes to
find something to wear.  Since it was only mid-day he chose a pair of
shorts and a t-shirt.

When Greg went back into the living area of his condo, he saw that the old
refrigerator was gone and that the new dishwasher was sitting on the floor
of the living room.  The guy from the appliance store was in the process of
removing the old dishwasher.  Greg started to remove stuff from the boxes
in his living room and putting it where he wanted them.  From the kitchen
he heard "god damn it."

"Is everything ok?"  Greg walked into the kitchen.

"I thought I had turned the water all the way off but I must not have, I
just got a face full of water when I disconnected it.  Not to worry though,
I got the water off and there isn't any damage."  The man from the
appliance store crawled out from under the counter.  Not only was his face
wet but the front of his uniform shirt was covered with water.  "Not only
that but the water line for the icemaker looks like it was damaged, from
the way it looks I don't think the previous tenants were using it, you'll
need to get that fixed before your icemaker can be connected."

Shit.  "Can I get you a towel?"

"That would be great buddy."

Greg went into his bedroom and came out with a face towel.  While he had
been gone the man had removed his shirt.  "I don't suppose you still have
the old dryer."

"Sorry, no.  The previous tenants took it and the washer."

"Shit...oh sorry about that."

"No worries, give me your shirt and I'll hang it out on the balcony."  Greg
couldn't help but notice that while the guy wasn't muscled like his
neighbor Tim or the guy from that morning he was fit with a nice upper
body.  He thought to himself "what is it with hot men these last two days."

After putting the shirt on the balcony railing, Greg couldn't help but
watch the man as he finished wrestling the old dishwasher on the dolly.

"I feel like a fucking idiot walking through the lobby without a shirt, you
wouldn't happen to have something I could borrow do you?"

Greg pulled his eyes away from the guy's body and said "sure, be right
back."  He went into his bedroom and grabbed one of his t-shirts and
brought it back to the kitchen and handed it to the guy who pulled it over
his head.  Since the guy was taller and broader than Greg, the medium
t-shirt stretched enticingly over the man's chest and biceps.  Greg caught
himself gawking.  The man rolled the dishwasher from the apartment and Greg
went back to unloading boxes.

Over the next hour the man brought up all the new appliances and removed
all the old ones.  He told Greg that the water line for the new
refrigerator must have been damaged when the old tenants moved out so he
couldn't hook up the ice maker and that he should call building maintenance
to see if they could fix it.  The man also hooked up his new washer and
dryer.  "All done."

The guy must have been super straight because he never noticed that Greg
had been staring at his body whenever he was in the apartment.  The man
walked into the living room and stretched his body while pulling off Greg's
t-shirt.  "Thanks buddy."  The man went out on the balcony and put on his
uniform shirt.  "Still a little damp but it will have to do."  All Greg
wanted to do was drop to his knees and give the guy a thank you blow job
but that didn't look like it was going to happen.  "Enjoy your new
appliances buddy."

"Thanks."  Greg watched the man's ass as he left the apartment and closed
the door.  Greg's dick had started getting hard as he had watched the man.
He decided he needed to stroke out a load or his cock would hurt all day.

Greg went into his bedroom stripping off his clothes as he did.  He grabbed
one of his towels, which he now decided was going to be his cum rag, and
laid down on his bed.  Greg glanced out of his sliding door and saw that
the same guy was at his window.  Didn't that man have anything else to do?
Greg decided to give the man a show.

With his cock growing harder and hitting just below his belly button, Greg
began stroke.  He decided he needed some sort of lube so he got out of his
bed and got some baby lotion in his bathroom and poured some into his hand.
He walked back to his bed with his hard cock bouncing with each step.  As
he laid back down on the bed he glanced through the glass and saw that the
man was still watching and seemed to be holding his cock.  Greg spread the
baby lotion over his hard dick and then started to stroke it slowly.  As he
stroked, Greg thought about the blow jobs he had given and the fuck he
gotten yesterday but more than that he thought about being taken by the big
guy this morning, Christ his cock had been big.  Thinking about that made
Greg start to finger his still sore asshole while he continued to stroke.
Greg drew it out as long as he could but soon he knew he was getting ready
to shoot.  He grabbed his new cum rag and laid it over his stomach and
aimed the head of his cock at it.  As he shot stream after stream of cum on
the rag his back involuntarily arched with his orgasm.  After a couple of
seconds he started calming down and glanced out the sliding door again.
The man who had been watching still seemed to be holding his cock and it
looked like there was strings of something on the glass he was standing
behind.  Greg pulled the rag from his stomach and laid it on the night
stand, got out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean his hands and
cock.

Even though it was just mid-afternoon, Greg was drained, so decided a nap
would be a good idea.  Before he laid down he called down to the Doorman to
see if there was a maintenance guy to fix the broken line to his frig.  The
doorman, in a sarcastic voice said "What would make you think we have guys
just waiting to do your bidding pretty boy."  The Doorman hung up on Greg.
Definitely no tip for this guy come the holidays.  Greg was going to have
to find a plumber now along with someone to fix the holes in the wall and
replace the carpet.

With the ceiling fan slowly turning causing just a slight breeze, Greg was
back on his bed pushing the top sheet down by his feet and laying their
naked not caring if anyone saw him.  The breeze lulled Greg to sleep and he
dreamed of large cocks with loads of cum.

When Greg awoke the sun was setting and the sky was ablaze with color.
Greg pulled on his robe and walked out on the balcony to enjoy it.
Watching the sun set under the horizon, Greg wondered what he should do
that night.  He could stay home and continue unpacking or he could go out.
Greg was so horny from his dreams that he decided he would go out.

Still in his robe, Greg checked Yelp to see if there was a Chinese place
close by that delivered.  He found one and he called and placed his order.
While he was waiting he connected his new big screen TV.  Just as he
finished his units buzzer went off.  He went to the thing built into the
wall and pushed a button, "Yes?"

"You got yet another delivery.  It's some oriental guy."  Greg groaned at
the guy's racism.  "Do you want me to send him up?"  The Doorman was still
grumpy.  Greg wondered if the night Doorman was any better.

"Yes, thanks."  The Doorman cut the connection.

Not long after there was a knock at Greg's door.  When he pulled the door
open he was confronted with one of the sexiest Asian men he had ever seen.
He was wearing bike shorts which didn't hide anything.  His biking shirt
showed off his chest nicely.  "That will be $22.50."  Greg handed the guy
$30 and told him to keep the change, he wanted the guy to remember him the
next time he ordered delivery.

Greg sat down on his new couch and opened up the containers of food.  He
hadn't unpacked any dishes so he ate from the cartoons using the chopsticks
that came with the food.  As he ate, he scrolled through the cable channels
he had.  He stopped when he landed on the "Avengers", he would love to have
Chris Evans, Captain America, have his way with him.  He watched the whole
movie wondering how big the Captain's cock was.

When he finished the movie he opened his iPad and looked for some good porn
to show on his smart TV.  He found one of with a guy about his size and
coloring servicing three guys dressed as prison guards.  At one point one
of the guards was teasing the kid's ass with a night stick.  He even pushed
a little of it in while the kid was feeding on another guard's cock.  The
movie was just making Greg hornier than he already was.  Greg started
fingering his cock but stopped before he came, he didn't want to come for
the third time that day without a cock in his mouth or ass.

He turned off the porn and used his iPad to find out if there were any
local clubs in this area of the city.  He found one that was within walking
distance call "The Stud Farm", sounded perfect.  Greg went into his
bathroom and took another shower and made sure everything was clean and
fresh.  Once again he rummaged through some boxes to find his thread bare
and ripped jeans.  They showed off his ass perfectly and there even was a
rip just below the right back pocket.  He didn't put on any underwear to
make sure his skin was showing through the rip.  He pulled out one of his
colorful tank tops that was a size too small.  It fit tight across his
chest and was just short enough to show a strip of abs and back.  He turned
in front of his full length mirror to make sure he looked as hot as he
felt.

Once done he grabbed his driver's license and some money and headed to the
door.  He didn't want anything too big in his pockets.  He grabbed his
keys, left his apartment and took the elevator down to the lobby.  Greg had
heard that if you have a Doorman you can give him your keys until you get
back.  Greg was surprised that the same Doorman was on duty.  Greg wondered
if he worked double shifts.  The Doorman gave him the once over and
muttered something under his breath.  Greg asked if he could leave his keys
and the Doorman snatched them out of his hand without a word.  How did this
guy keep his job?

It wasn't a long walk to the club.  As he pulled open the door he was met
with a cloud of smoke.  He wondered how this place got away with smoking
inside.  The smell was distinctly cigar smoke.  He showed his ID to the guy
at the door and saw a sign that said the cover was $10, Greg started to
pull out some money when the guy told him not to worry that it was "ladies
night" and then he laughed.

It seemed like all the eyes turned in his direction as he walked toward the
bar.  Greg realized he was new meat and actually enjoyed the attention.
Then he noticed that some of the stares were filled with disdain while
others were filled with lust.  He started separating the men he would want
from those who were his competition.

A big hand grabbed his shoulder.  "What can I get you?"  The man was a
mountain but looked like he very little body fat.  His shirt was open and
Greg could see his chest was covered with well-groomed hair the same dark
color as the top of his head.

"How about a Skinny Bitch."

"What the fuck is that?"

"Vodka and Diet Coke."

The mountain man laughed and said "you got it."  As the man waved a
bartender over to make the order Greg noticed that the man was holding a
cigar.  As he looked around he saw a lot of men smoking cigars.  He also
realized that the place had, what he would call, a manly scent.  It was
musky but in a good way.

The man handed Greg his drink and told him to enjoy it.  Then the man
slapped Greg's ass and said "wander around a bit but find me before you
leave."  The man walked away.

Greg stood at the bar surveying the crowd.  He realized why they called
this place "The Stud Bar".  Everywhere he looked there were hot men in
tight t-shirts, open shirts and even some just in leather vests.  Greg's
cock twitched in his ripped jeans.

As Greg moved around the bar he got a lot of smiles and greetings from the
"men" and evil looks from the others.  He stopped and talked to some of the
cigar smokers along the way.  Some of them even groped Greg's ass, some
even put their fingers through the rip and felt his skin.  This went on for
a couple of hours.  Greg decided that there was a lot of nice guys and that
he would be back.  He realized that he had too many drinks, they just kept
appearing, but was glad he only had to walk home.

The lights flashed for last call and Greg realized that while some of the
men were pretty aggressive none of them had asked him to go home with them.
As he put his glass on the bar he looked around for the mountain man to say
goodbye and to thank him for the first drink.  He spotted him smoking a
cigar talking with a man who was about the same size wearing a leather vest
and also smoking a cigar.  The men looked so much alike it dawned on Greg
they must be related.  Greg worked through the crowd until he was standing
next to the two men.

"Hey, I just wanted to say good night and to thank you for the drink."

The mountain man reached around Greg, rubbed his ass and stuck his thick
fingers into the rip.  "My pleasure hot stuff.  Do you mind if I call you
that?"

"No that's fine."

"You can just call this ass Bud and me Butch."

"Are you guys brothers or something?"

"Actually fraternal twins."

"That's cool.  You both got good genes from your folks."

"Thanks, hey would you like to keep the night going?  You got some place we
can go?"

Although it probably wasn't a good idea to invite two strangers, even hot
strangers, to his condo without probably even knowing their real names, the
Vodka had impaired his judgment.

"Sure, it's just a couple of blocks away.  Follow me."

They were out the door and walking toward Greg's condo when he felt a hand
on his ass.  It was Butch and his hand felt good.  Boldly Greg took his
hands and put one one each of the bulges in their jeans.  He was duly
impressed.  "You better stop that or we are going to have to fuck you right
here on the street."  Greg's ass twitched.

As they entered the lobby of Greg's building he was surprised to see the
same Doorman on duty.  As the Doorman handed Greg his keys he said
something under his breath that sounded like "fucking faggot".

When they got to his unit and Greg unlocked the door the two men pushed
past Greg.  Bud said "nice place" and then dropped himself on the couch
with his tree trunk legs spread.  Butch turned to Greg and said "Hot Stuff,
get us some drinks."

"All I have is some Jack or Vodka."

"Jack will work.  We don't need glasses, just bring us the bottle."  Greg
went to the kitchen and returned with the Jack.  He handed it to Butch who
had sat down on the coach like his brother, legs wide open.

"Why don't we get this party started?  Get over here."  Greg was starting
to realize he was going to get just what he liked times two.  His dick was
rock hard in his jeans.  "Get on your knees."

As Greg did what he said both guys pulled out cigars and lit them.  Greg
was about to say that he didn't want them smoking in his condo but decided
he actually realized that he sort liked these two hot men smoking in his
presence.

"Get my brother's cock out of his jeans boy."  It was no longer Hot Stuff.
Greg shuffled his knees until he was between Bud's thick thighs.  He put
his hand on the man's bulge and could feel the heat through the denim.  The
man was wearing 501s so he started trying to unbutton the fly but it was
difficult with what was hidden behind the fly getting bigger and harder. He
finally succeeded in undoing all the buttons.  Bud raised his ass and Greg
realized he was supposed to pull the jeans down to free his cock.  "That's
good thinking boy.  Now get my brother off while I watch you work that
pretty mouth of yours."

While not as thick as the cock that had fucked him this morning, it was
still pretty much in proportion with this man's body.  Greg gobbled up the
cock like he hadn't eaten any in a quite a while.  The size, the taste, the
texture all drove Greg into a frenzy.  He didn't even need poppers to have
this cock pushed through his mouth and into his throat.

As he worked this cock over he felt Butch's hand on his ass again.  He felt
his fingers enter the rip and then felt and heard the denim being ripped
even more.  Butch started using his fingers to tease Greg's asshole.

With a little more work, Greg could tell that Bud was getting ready to dump
his load.  Greg pulled up so just the head was in his mouth.  He wanted to
taste all of this man's cum.  He needed to swirl it around in his mouth
like some fine wine.  With a grunt Bud started blowing into Greg's mouth.
His spunk tasted salty and faintly like whiskey.  Greg made sure to suck
out ever drop from Bud's dick.

As he pulled off he noticed that Butch had his cock out and was fingering
it.  "Fuck boy, that was a good show.  Now do the same for me."  As Greg
started to scoot over between Butch's legs the bull put his hand behind
Greg's head and tried to move him faster on to his cock.  Before his mouth
engulfed Butch's head he noticed that both mean where flicking their cigar
ashes on his carpet.  They were also passing the bottle of Jack between
them.

Butch must have been in a hurry or close to cumming because he pulled
Greg's mouth all the way down his cock and held it there.  Using his hips
he pulled and pushed his cock using Greg's mouth for his own pleasure.
With a cry of "fuck" Greg's mouth was filled with the twin's load.  This
time he didn't taste much since the cock was so far down his throat.  As
Butch pulled Greg's head up his cock, Greg did have the chance to lick the
cum that was still on the shaft and head of the cock.  It tasted just like
his brother's.

The two men sat on the couch smoking and sipping from the bottle not saying
a word.  Both of their cocks were still exposed.  Butch took his cigar and
crushed it into the carpet.  "You ready brother?"  Not waiting for an
answer Butch stood up.

"Fuck yeah."  Bud stood and crushed his cigar as his brother had.

Still on his knees, Greg thought the two men were planning to go but
instead Butch said "take us to your bedroom boy."  Greg started to stand up
and Butch put his foot on Greg's back keeping him down on his knees and
with enough force to make him put his hands down.  Greg realized that Butch
wanted him to crawl to the bedroom.  When they got to the bedroom Butch
told him to get rid of his clothes.  While he was getting undressed the two
men were taking off their jeans but kept their shirt and vest on
respectively.

"Get up on the bed.  Good boy.  Now scoot your ass down here to the end of
the bed.  Yeah, that's it.  Hey Bud, check in the bathroom to see if he's
got something I can use to make it easier for this boy to take my cock."
Bud found the bottle of baby oil that Greg had used earlier and handed it
to his brother.

Greg was almost hyperventilating in anticipation of what was to come.
"Raise up your legs and hold them back."  Greg raised his legs as far as he
could.  Butch dripped some baby oil on Greg's gaping hole causing it to
pucker with the coolness of the oil.  Not caring what he got on the sheets
or the carpet, Butch poured some oil on his fully recovered cock.  He
didn't even rub it around his cock he simply put it against Greg's hole.
"Oh yeah, your fucking pussy is just asking for my cock."

With tauntingly slowness Butch started to push the head of his cock against
Greg's ass hole.  Greg tried to push back against the invading cock but due
to his position he couldn't.  "Patience boy, you'll get my cock soon
enough."

Bud got on the bed right by Greg's head.  He roughly turned Greg's head so
that it was in-line with Bud's cock.

"Ok brother, let's fill this boy with our meat, going to breed this
princess."

With perfect timing Butch's cock pushed into Greg's ass and Bud's dick
pushed through Greg's waiting mouth.  Being pounded at both ends was almost
too much for Greg to take.  If he hadn't been stretched out by the man
earlier in the day he doubted he could have taken this double assault but
luckily he had been, so now he was enjoying the feel of two cocks using his
two holes.

The brothers had incredible stamina, probably helped by the loads they had
recently put in Greg's mouth, such that the feeding and breeding had to
have lasted at least 15 minutes.  "Ready brother?  NOW!"

Both cocks shot their second loads into Greg.  Butch's cum scalded Greg's
insides, he was so tender.  Even though it was Bud's second load of the
night he still filled Greg's mouth to overflowing.  When they had finished
dropping their loads they both pulled out and used the sheets to clean
their cocks.

After they pulled their pants on the two brothers turned to Greg's prone
body on the bed.  Greg thought it was Butch who said "you did good Hot
Stuff but just so you know, my brother and I never do the same boy twice."
Too worn out to get of bed, Greg heard the unit door open and close.

The smell of cigars and sex filled Greg's nostrils as he curled up and fell
into a deep sleep filled with cum.  He didn't even notice that the man
across the way was standing in his window.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Be Well,

Chad
azcumslut404@gmail.com