Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2002 13:03:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matt Cox <levey666@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Second Floor Part 1

The Second Floor
By Levey666
Copyright 2002


	Until I noticed the door to the second floor apartment was ajar, I
had tended not to intrude on anyone else's business.  It's hard enough to
keep my own affairs straight.  I believe it was the muffled noises that
drew my attention to the open door.  I stood for more than a few moments
listening at the entryway, trying to determine what exactly I was hearing.
	"Ohhhh..."
	I decided to enter the front room of the apartment to perhaps bear
witness to whatever was happening inside.  The light from the passageway
cast brilliant shadows along the walls and carpet, accentuating the Spartan
living space.  As there were no interior lights, I decided to return the
door to it's original cracked position, so as not to give myself away.  I
made my way down the dark hallway towards the dim flickering light
emanating from the back bedroom where I discovered the source of what I
could at last recognize as pleasured moans.  There appeared to be no door
to the room, only a beaded curtain, which allowed anyone fascinated enough
to observe clearly, and yet remain hidden from, activity inside the room.
What I saw literally changed my life forever.
	I could see only the backside of the one with short, cropped brown
hair.  I could tell he was in peak physical condition from the molded
curvature of his back as it arched ever so slightly.  His cheeks were
clenched in good form and there was not one pockmark indicating fatty
deposits.  The olive tanned color of his skin was uniform across the length
of his body and was highlighted by the flame from the dozen or so candles
around the room.  This was a perfect specimen of man as an Adonis.
	As for the figure beneath him, I could not make out much detail
until the couple rolled to their sides.  They were locked in position with
each man's face buried deep in the other's groin.  I could tell right away
that there was not much different physically between the two men.  In fact,
the only difference I could determine was the color of their hair.  The
second man was blonde with the same short, cropped styling as the first.
	My knees had become weak and I nearly injured myself trying to
catch myself from falling.  Not even realizing I had done it, I had removed
my form fitted club shirt I had worn out that night and was massaging my
smooth chest and erect nickel size nipples, taking moments every so often
to run my fingers slowly through the channels of my own sculpted abdomen.
As I regained control of my legs I carefully unbuckled my chain link belt
and unbuttoned the fly on my fitted slacks.  Lowering the pants to the
floor I stepped out of them in an attempt to avoid accidentally kicking the
steel belt that had been around my waist only moments before.  There I was,
standing in my black Calvin Klein pouch bikini brief, my own engorged cock
protruding from the leg opening, fondling myself while watching twin towers
of perfection devour eachother.  If Jennifer, my most recent love affair,
could have seen me, she would have never even remained in acquaintance with
me.
	My only male/male experience until then was summer camp as a teen.
Attending the same camp from the age of 10 until 17 allowed for campers to
get to know eachother throughout the years as well as uphold traditions
passed down from previous generations of campers.  One such tradition from
the earliest age camper to the oldest, and sometimes the college age
counselors, is the group jack off sessions when the majority of camp staff
had their weekly meeting in the main hall which usually lasted for about
four hours.  This afforded plenty of time for all the boys to gather and
learn about masturbation or to actually do it.  I started performing in the
group when I was twelve and always thought nothing more of it than a
release of sexual tension.  I never considered that I might want to pursue
more intimate contact with another man.
	There was so much blood flowing to my throbbing penis that I
continued to feel a bit dizzy from time to time.  I could no longer bear
the pinching from the band of the briefs so I slipped my thumbs in the band
and lowered them to the ground.  I was now completely naked, enjoying the
sensation of my hands across my 6' 2" chiseled, smooth frame, viewing the
most spectacular scene I have ever witnessed.  I started to rub the length
of my 81/2" meat, slowly at first, stopping at the tip every so often to
run my thumb around the head of my cut tool.  I could barely wrap my hand
around my erect cock as I started to pump it a bit more rapidly.
	The two men had not slowed in their pursuit of passion.  In the ten
minutes I had been watching, they had shifted position again.  The blonde
was now lying in his back with his legs firmly clasped around the back of
his partner who was rhythmically pounding the ass displayed proudly before
him.  I could see intermittent beads of sweat roll through the sculpted
musculature of the standing man's back.  The beads seemed to collect at the
top of the beautiful ass on display in front of me and then continue on
their journey down the mound of flesh to the right.  As the pace quickened,
the moans from the willing recipient grew in intensity and frequency.  I
closed my eyes as I fucked my fist, imagining that I was the one causing
the intense pleasure.
	When I opened my eyes again, the two had switched positions.  The
Blonde was now ramming has rod up the tight flesh I had been watching
moments ago.  Everything about the way they serviced eachother seemed
identical.  Even the beads of sweat pooled and finished their journey in
the same way.  I could feel my sac pull in towards my body and I knew I was
close to cumming.  I swiftly moved to the floor and sat, leaned back and
supported by my free hand, hoping only to shoot on myself and not on
anything that did not belong to me.  When that sweet release finally did
come, it was the best orgasm I had ever had.  I shot at least seven lines,
the first few reaching my neck and the rest landing snugly in the canyons
of my eight-pack.
	Wanting to keep my clothes clean, I decided to gather my things and
quickly exit the apartment and make my way upstairs to my own third floor
domicile.  I first checked through the open door to see if any one was
around.  When I was sure the coast was clear, I made my way hastily up the
stairs and into my apartment which is located directly above the one I had
just been in for over an hour.  I threw my clothes on the leather recliner
and grabbed a spoon from the kitchen.  I wanted to taste the fruits of my
labor.  When I had eaten all of the sweet and slightly salty juice I could,
I showered quickly and, upon drying myself, climbed into bed naked for the
first time since camp.
	When I awoke, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of
orange juice and sat, still naked, in my leather chair.  I decided to grab
the morning paper, which is delivered to my doorstep every day.  I opened
the door and picked up the paper, not caring if anyone saw me this morning.
As I turned to close the door I saw an envelope taped just below the unit
number.  I peeled it off the door and returned to the chair I had been in.
There was no writing on the outside of the envelope.  Inside, there was a
picture and a note.  To my surprise, the picture was of me, standing naked
in the hall below, behind the beaded curtain, holding my stiff cock in one
hand, while massaging my chest with the other; my eyes were closed.  The
note was simple and short:
	"We like what we saw.  We hope you like what you saw.  Cum by
anytime!"