Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2002 13:03:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Matt Cox 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!"