Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 15:59:47 -0800
From: Kris Chrandes <krchr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Balcony (m/m, beginnings)

This one was not inspired by anything true to life, except that I used to
nude sunbathe on my balcony. If you like the story, support the Nifty
archive. All rights are hereby donated to the archive. If you want to
contact me drop a note to <krchr@hotmail.com>. I read that account
occasionally and answer it rarely but feedback is always appreciated.

Other stories by me:
   2008: beginnings/naked-on-film
   2007: college/barefoot-in-the-stacks
   2007: encounters/airport-feet
   2002: young-friends/naked-boy (posted under a different name).

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I threw my keys on the side table, kicked off my shoes, and padded into the
kitchen. First things first. If I wanted any peace I had to feed the cat. I
did that then went to the living room where I unbuttoned my shirt and
dropped it on the chair. Pants and socks followed. I slid open the door to
the balcony and felt the heat hit me along with the cooler moist air
blowing up from the valley. I had little worry of anyone seeing me standing
there in just my boxers. The balcony had a waist-high solid railing and I
was the second highest apartment. The highest was occupied by a great old
lady who never used her balcony and kept the blinds shut tight whenever the
sun was out. Anyway she probably wasn't home yet as she tended to work
evening shifts at the florist.

I dragged the chair over a few feet into the full sun and, having verified
there was no one on Helen's balcony, dropped my boxers and lay back into
the deck chair. I was thinking I should probably put on some sunscreen but
I'd gotten home from work later than usual and it didn't seem like I'd get
more than 20 minutes of sun anyway. I decided to just close my eyes and let
the day's worries melt off. I heard tapping as the now satiated cat came
out to curl up in her own spot of sun. We both dozed off.

I woke up some time later, stretched, and opened my eyes. I was hard. That
didn't happen in my sleep as much as it used to but I must have been having
a good dream. For a moment I thought I saw something move on Helen's
balcony, but after staring for a few moments I decided it was a trick of
the light. I grabbed my boxers and headed back inside to make dinner.

The next day was another beautiful summer day and I came home and repeated
my pattern. This time I was a bit earlier and I covered myself in sunscreen
before spending some time working on my all over tan. Several times I
thought I heard noises from Helen's balcony but I passed them off as just
the apartment building popping in the heat. There's no way that she could
have come out on the balcony without me hearing the door open and
close. And her blinds were shut as always.

The following day was a Saturday and I slept in. When I got up I opened the
balcony and stepped out into the morning sun in my boxers. There was still
mist clinging to the lower parts of the valley but it looked like it was
going to burn off. Cars were starting to fill up the shopping center
parking lot.

I looked down into the parking lot for my building and was surprised to see
someone washing his car. Not a common activity in our sleepy little
building. Let me correct that, it was a really hot college-age guy washing
his car. That's definitely not something you'd normally see. He was wearing
dark blue basketball shorts, sneakers, and was shirtless. He was
dark-haired, fit, and did I mention hot?

I stood watching the guy clean his car and ogled his body. I felt myself
getting hard. I glanced at Helen's balcony, then reached down with one hand
and gave my cock a squeeze. It pulsed and I felt weak in the knees. 'Wow,'
I thought. 'It's been a while when a shirtless car wash gets me this turned
on.' As he bent, flexed, and scrubbed I continued to stroke myself and
fantasize about what I'd do with him given a chance. I wasn't particularly
out, but it was no secret that I was gay. On the other hand I wasn't much
into the club scene or local cruising spots, and work didn't leave a lot of
other social time so it'd been a while. He bent down to clean a wheel and
his shorts stretched tight over his ass. I reached in to my fly, took the
drop of precum that had just oozed out and rubbed it down the length of my
cock. My fantasies reached a crescendo and I came in my boxers. I held
myself up on the railing with one hand while the other squeezed the last
drops out. I stood there feeling foolish for perving on this guy and at the
same time more satisfied than I'd been in quite a while. He glanced up,
though not at me in particular, and I realized it was time to go.

I went inside and took a shower. I decided it was too nice a day to work so
I put on my hiking gear and took off for the mountains where I spent the
day on a moderate difficulty trail I'd hiked many times before. It felt
good to exercise some muscles after a week at my desk. I come home near
dusk, took a shower, ate dinner, and turned in early.

Sunday, unfortunately, I did have to work. The cloudy day and my hike the
day before made it easier to tolerate though. I thought about biking in but
I wasn't sure about the weather so I drove. By the end of the day the
clouds had turned to serious rain and I drove home with the windshield
wipers thwacking. We didn't have covered parking in our little apartment
building on the hill so I had to dash from the car and got pretty
soaked. Upstairs I changed out of my wet clothes into shorts and an old
t-shirt and plopped in front of the TV.

About 20 minutes later there was a knock on the door. I was in no mood to
be bothered but I grumpily went to the front hall and looked through the
peephole. It was a soaking wet guy I didn't recognize.

"Who is it?" I called through the door. I lived in a good neighborhood but
I wasn't raised in one. I didn't take chances.

"Um, Hi. My name's Darren," he said, "I've been staying with your neighbor,
my Aunt Helen, in 303. But, um, I locked myself out. Could I possibly use
your phone?"

'Someone was staying with Helen?' I thought. I took another look through
the peephole to see if he looked threatening. Seemed ok. Then I realized;
this is the kid who'd been washing his car. 'Hell with it,' I thought. 'I'm
lettin' him in just to get a better look.' I popped open the deadlock,
opened the door, and looked over the bedraggled and soaking yet young
guy. He was still hot. We was wearing pretty much the same outfit as
yesterday except it was clinging to him quite nicely. I tried not to leer.

"C'mon in," I said.

"Thanks," he said. "I feel stupid for locking myself out. I'll just call
Aunt Helen and see when she'll be home and if there's another key".

"No problem," I said.

"I'm dripping on your floor," he said.

"That's no big deal. But let me get you a towel." I went to the linen
closet and pulled out a towel and came back to hand it to him. He dried his
hair a bit and took the offered phone. He called right there from front
hall, creating a small puddle. Of course I only heard his end of the
conversation but it didn't sound good. With a quick goodbye, he hung up and
turned to me.

"No spare key," he said. "And it's going to be a few hours until she gets
home. I think I'll walk down to the coffee shop and hang out there. I have
my wallet at least. But it's not worth a cab ride to her store. Thanks for
the phone."

I made a quick decision, and I'm not sure it was with my head. "Why not
just hang out here," I heard myself say. "I'm just sitting around watching
TV and that way you don't have to go out and get soaked again."

"I'd really like that," he said. "Thanks." My heart leapt. Another part of
me twitched expectantly.

"Let me get you some dry clothes," I said. "And we'll dry yours." Without
waiting for an answer and I went to my bedroom and found a pair of running
shorts and a t-shirt. When I came back to the front hall he was standing
barefoot, shirtless, and pulling down his basketball shorts. I could see
his cock clearly in his nearly transparent tighty-whiteys. I think I may
have been dumbstruck because I seemed to stand there for a minute before I
said, "You can use the bathroom if you want."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to offend. I'm just not very
shy. Heck, I'd probably just sit around naked."

'Feel free,' I thought. "No problem. And I'm not offended," I said. I put
down dry clothes on a nearby table and walked into the kitchen. I had
nothing to do in the kitchen, but I didn't want to stay and stare at him
changing. Well, I did but...

When I got myself back under control I went back into the front hall where
Darren was toweling his hair with one hand and holding a bundle of clothes
in the other. He was now wearing my shorts. I took the wet clothes from him
and went to the laundry where I loaded up everything but the shoes. When I
came back he'd left the front hall and was standing at the door to the
balcony looking out.

"It's a nice view from here," he said.

"Must look the same from Helen's," I said. I'd never been in her apartment.

"Her view might be a little bit better," he said with a smirk. I wondered
if that meant he'd seen me out on the balcony. Or maybe Helen had seen me
and told him about it.

"How long have you been staying with Helen?" I asked, trying to cover.

"A week. I just finished up school and I'm starting a job here. I'm staying
with her for a little while until I find a place."

"Sure. I've only been here a couple years myself. Still feels kind of
new. It's a great area though. I don't regret moving here at all." Boy did
that sound lame. I think I was babbling. "Well make yourself
comfortable. Do you want a beer?"

"That'd be great," he said.

I came back to the living room with two beers and sat down on my usual
place on the couch. He sat at the opposite end. The other chair didn't face
the TV. It was rare for anyone else to be here anyway. I slouched back into
the couch and put my bare feet up on the table. I unmuted the news and
stared blankly at the TV, not really sure what to say. Darren watched in
silence for a while. I glanced over at him and he smiled. I swear I felt a
physical tingle.

"What is there to do for fun around here?" he said.

"Depends on what you're in to. I'm not into the social scene but I do a lot
of biking and hiking."

"Haven't done much hiking," Darren said. "But I'd like to. Where I come
from there's not a lot of that."

"Where?"

"New Jersey."

"Ah," I said. I'm really quite the conversationalist.

"How about beaches?"

"We have a few, but they're not like you're probably used to. Mostly rocky
and our summers are short. You've got maybe another 2 weeks before it
starts to turn cloudy again."

"Too bad," he said. "Well I'll have to get out and work on my tan while I
can. Any you recommend? Any good quiet spots?"

"Sure," I said. "I'll have to show you on a map though. Not sure the
names. And I'm sure there are ones I don't know about."

The drone of the news filled our silence. War, unseen dangers in your home,
and the weather. They cover everything. The buzzer went off on the dryer
and I got up to take care of that. I folded Darren's clothes, including his
underwear. I couldn't help but pause for a moment and remember the sight of
him wearing them wet. I put his shoes in on the drying rack and started the
dryer up again. After reaching into my shorts and re-adjusting myself I
returned to the living room with Darren's clothes. He'd stood up and was
looking out at the balcony again. I put the clothes down on the side table
and said, "Here ya go."

"Thanks, man," he said. "It's great of you to do this for me and to let me
hang out here." He made no move to grab his own clothes.

"No problem," I said walking over to join him at the balcony door.

"I'll find a way to pay you back."

"Don't worry about it," I said.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" he said, taking a half-step toward
me.

Darren looked down and it was clear what I was thinking anyway as I'd
started to tent my shorts appreciably. Running shorts and boxers aren't
good for hiding secrets. He smiled at me. I smiled back tentatively. Darren
took another step for me and reached out a hand. I was looking at his eyes,
trying to judge his intent when his hand took hold of my cock. I groaned a
little.

"I'll leave if you want," he said. "I don't want to presume. But I want
this if you do."

"Yes," I said hoarsely.

Darren put his hands up under my shirt and started to rub my chest. At his
prompting I lifted my arms and he removed my t-shirt from over my
head. Then, running his hands down my sides, he popped my shorts and boxers
over my erection and dropped them to my ankles. I stepped out of
them. Taking a step back he pulled off his shirt and quickly dropped his
own shorts -- my shorts.

I was stunned. Darren was every bit as hot as I'd fantasized when he was
out there washing his car. His cock was perfect, and rapidly rising to a
solid erection. Darren stepped back and embraced me and our bodies touched
their full length, our cocks rubbing together. He said quietly in my ear,
"I have to admit I've been trying to figure out how to make this happen
since I first saw you naked on your balcony."

It suddenly struck me, "Did you really lock yourself out?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "But I did it on purpose."

I laughed.

"I just have one request," Darren said.

"Yes?"

"Can we do it out there?"

"Of course," I said. Since it was now dark I first went back over to turn
off the TV and the living room lights. I wanted us to be a little less
obvious out there. I opened the sliding door and we stepped naked into the
night. The rain was still coming down and although the balcony was covered
you could feel it misting in. It was a little cool but pleasant.

Darren stepped out behind me and embraced me again. I could feel him hard
against my thigh and I pressed back. He pushed me gently until my bare butt
was against the railing and then kneeled down. I felt his warm mouth engulf
me and I arched my back, which put my head and chest out into the
rain. Cool water ran down my chest as Darren sucked the length of my
cock. With his hands he stroked my legs and gave my balls a light
squeeze. I have no idea how long we did this. Too soon I felt the
inevitability. I tried to tell him I was coming but I'm not sure any words
came out. The first spurt felt almost painful I was so pent up. The next
several came with a great wave of pleasure and release.

I was panting and wet from the rain, and shivered a little. Darren stood up
and took me in his arms again and we pressed together. I took his cock in
my hand for the first time. It was wet and slippery from his own precum and
I stroked the length several times. This time I pushed him, guiding him
toward the lounge chair where I usually suntanned. He sat down and put his
feet up on the rest. I straddled the chair and his legs and leaned
forward. I first kissed him and he responded, but I quickly broke away and
kissed the side of his neck. He groaned.

I moved slowly down his body kissing along the way and my hands tracing
lightly over his skin. When I reach his cock I took it in my mouth. I
realized I was hard again. He tasted wonderful. It'd been too long since
I'd had a cock in my mouth and I wanted to enjoy it. I used all the tricks
I knew to drive him over the edge. When he came it was a hot, sharp blast
to the back of my throat and he bucked off of the chair. When he'd relaxed
I scooted back up, pressing my cock against his again. I kissed him, then
laid my head down on his shoulder and listened to the rain.

"Cold," Darren said. I laughed and got up. I led the way back inside and to
fresh towels. After we dried off a little Darren said he should probably
call Aunt Helen and tell her not to worry, that he'd be staying at my place
for a bit.

"What will she say," I asked.

"I'll just tell her we're watching the game. I'm sure there's one on
somewhere."

I went into the kitchen for a drink of water while he made his call. When I
came back he was laughing. I asked about what.

"She said she wouldn't worry and that she hoped we'd screw each other's
brains out."

"Doesn't miss much does Aunt Helen."

"Guess not. Shall we follow her orders?"

"Yes."

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