Date: Wed, 1 May 2019 00:05:00 -0400
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With my new job I had to move away from all my family and friends,
almost a thousand miles away. It was an opportunity I just couldn't
pass up, though it was taking me out of my comfort zone. I'm a bit of
an introvert. I'm good if I know you or comfortable with you, but
strangers I clammed up. Oddly enough, I'm in public relations.

I moved into a nice one bedroom at an apartment complex that had just
about every I needed. It had a gym, laundry, grocery and restaurants
close by. The building was full of single young professionals like
myself, so you would think it would have been easy to make friends. It
wasn't.

We were all busy with our own lives and work to actually socialize
with one another. I was no exception. Having starting my job in the
middle of major project, I worked long hours and rarely saw anyone in
the hallways.  After two weeks I was in desperate need to do laundry
and burn off some stress.

I had a few fuck buddies back home, but I hadn't had a chance to find
someone to scratch that itch here. Without something clean to wear, I
wasn't about to. So Friday, after work, I grabbed a load of clothes
and headed to the laundry. There was already one machine going, so I
wasn't the only one needing to do laundry.

I started one machine with one load, headed back to get the next and
so forth till I had four machines going. I was playing some stupid
game on my phone when the owner of the one machine I hadn't taken over
came to get his clothes. I tried not to stare but it was near
impossible not to.

He was gorgeous with short dirty blond hair, dark five o'clock shadow
and huge. I mean bodybuilder huge. He had to top at least six foot and
his arms were as thick as me, not that I was all that thick for skinny
white boy, but you get the idea. When he bent over to pull his cloths
out the machine, I was certain his pants were going to rip.

That's when I noticed the funny underwear line. They definitely
weren't boxers or trunks, it was too small. The line didn't match up
with someone wearing a jock or briefs. He was definitely wearing
something, I just couldn't figure out what it was. Then I saw some
women's underwear in his clothes that he quickly covered.

"His girl must have put some of her things in with his." I shrugged
mentally returning to my game before I was caught. He ignored me,
putting the clothes in one of the dryers before leaving me as his
unintentional watchdog. One by one, I transferred my clothes from the
washers to the dryers, my loads surrounding his single load.

I watched our clothes tumble about, noticing he had a lot of women's
underwear mixed in his laundry. A thought crossed my mind, but when he
barged in twenty minutes later, testosterone dripping off him, I
brushed the thought aside. I did find myself staring at those casaba
melons he had and their weird underwear line.

When he left, he gave me some butch nod as if just now noticing little
me was here before he headed out. It didn't surprise me that he
probably didn't see me till then. When you're a skinny five foot five
guy most people missed you, add the glasses and quiet demeanor in
public, I was virtually invisible to people.

After spending Friday night washing, drying and folding laundry, I
decided Saturday I would check out the complex's gym. They had shown
it to me when I first looked at the place, and when I moved it, and it
was pretty nice. It had all the basic equipment, but most importantly
it had a treadmill.

According to the building manager it was rarely used by the tenants
because they preferred to spend money to be seen at the fancy gym down
the street, which was fine by me. So, I was alone that Saturday
morning. At first. I plugged my headphones in, stretched and just
started running. Then the laundry hunk came in.

I saw in the mirror that he was a bit surprised to see me there. I
gave a curtsy nod and kept running. He replied in same, his face
showing the contemplation of whether to stay or go before he finally
deciding to stay. If he figured out I was Gay, he must have also
figured out there was no way in the world I'd ever be a threat to him
given our size difference.

He wore a douche bag string tank and short shorts that showed off his
massive legs. I tried not to focus on him, but he was directly behind
me. My eyes watched as he did his first squat, doing triple my weight.
I admired his firm taut buttocks, moving up to see the top of his
underwear. I almost fell off the treadmill. He was wearing a pink
thong.

I tried not to stare, but I was drawn to that small flash of color. I
was enthralled with the idea of that soft silk, no, satin fabric
nestled in those hard muscles. I bet he felt the tug of the fabric in
his groin when he dipped down low. I wondered if he walked around his
place in just that thong, and if he wore other things.

I grew hard thinking about it. I was grateful for the tight jock that
held it and my boys in place. I couldn't take my eyes off his lowering
rear, catching the briefest flashes before he stood, making it vanish
from sight. Over and over again, I watched it appear and disappear.
Sweat was pouring off my body because I wouldn't, no, couldn't stop
staring at it.

The treadmill timer made my decision for me. I almost slammed into it
when it started slowing down. I did my cool down and Panty Boy, as I
had taken to calling him, moved to a chest press. I watched as he
pushed out, his muscles bulging, his face showing the strain of the
heavy weight. I couldn't stay any longer. He was turning me on too
much.

I wiped down the machine and bolted from the gym. I had to get off. I
didn't think he was doing it on purpose, but he was cock teasing me. I
slammed my door behind me, headed straight to my bedroom with a trail
of my discarded clothes behind me. I tossed myself onto the bed and
didn't waste a minute to grab my aching eight inch cock and furiously
stroked one out thinking of Panty Boy's thong between those delicious
muscled cheeks.

I had never shot so quickly or so hard in my life. My stomach and
chest were splattered in my excitement, but my balls still felt full,
needing to be emptied. I laid there panting, coated in sweat and
semen, too exhausted to get up. The softness of the bed took me, and I
fell asleep with lustful thoughts about Panty Boy.

I woke up sticky, stinky, hungry and still horny. I took care of the
first two in the shower and was tempted to take care of a third as
well. Hunger beat horny out. I got dressed, ordering my cock to
behave. I walked out of the complex, not even realizing I was looking
for some hint of Panty Boy.

Every man I saw, no matter how they looked, I wondered if under their
pants they too were sporting some lacey underwear. I was becoming
obsessed. I wasn't even into women's underwear, but seeing that big
masculine muscle man in something so small and feminine soft did
something to me.

I blew another two loads Saturday night before going to bed. I went
back to the gym, bound and determine to run him out of my mind. I got
there as early as possible. I was fifteen minutes into my run when he
came in again. A crop top cut off tee that showed that hard muscled
stomach and a loose pair of shorts.

He hopped onto the lone elliptical machine and began going full steam.
He was just out of the corner of my eye. My eyes saw red. Not out of
anger, but the red strap of something he was wearing. They were
definitely not men's underwear. I wanted to go over and pull his pants
down and see what he was wearing. It was driving me crazy.

Again the treadmill stopped me, and I rushed back to my apartment
where I repeated Saturday's monumental explosions once again. This
time after my shower, I hopped onto the apps to see what trade I could
find, but none interested me. None were Panty Boy. The few messages I
did get were faceless guys sending me pictures of their dicks asking
if I was interested. I wasn't. Not for them.

I had just about gotten him off my mind when Friday came and I decided
to do laundry again. One of the washers was going, the same one from
last time. I took the machine beside it before sitting and waiting,
wanting to see if the owner was who I thought it was. It was. I stared
blatantly as his ass, following the lines of his underwear.

He moved the clothes to the dryer, and I moved mine right beside his
once they were ready. He ignored me when came back to grab his cloths,
rushing out and back to the safety of his place. I guess that's why he
didn't notice that he left one of his precious panties behind, having
fallen out the basket.

I grabbed them, feeling how soft the white underwear as. They were
like briefs but had a strip of cloth that had no place to go but
between cheeks. They were, admittedly nice, with floral designs in
lace all around them. I quickly tucked them into my pocket, feeling
dirty and sneaky. It excited me to know I had his underwear, I just
didn't know what to do with them just yet.

If he missed them and suspected I had them, he didn't let on when I
saw him in the gym that Saturday or Sunday. I swear his clothes got
smaller and smaller just so he could tease me with the barest glimpses
of what he hid underneath. It was driving me crazy not to be able to
see it all, to see him in just those supposedly taboo undergarments.

This time when I went back to my place after being blue balled in the
gym, I had my cock in one hand, his panties in another. Each
unfulfilling blast just instilled in me the desire for him and his
panty clad body even more. I knew it was going to have to be me who
made the first move, the very contradiction of who I was. It was that
or live with aching balls the rest of my life.

Friday came, and I really didn't have enough laundry to do, but I
still went to the laundry room in desperate need to see him and his
panty lines. I ran a machine just to run it. He came in just as
before, pulled his stuff out his machine and put it in the dryer. I
licked my lips at the thought what he had hidden under his tough macho
exterior.

I had his panties in my pocket. I knew it would have been the right
thing to return them, but I just couldn't. Not without him knowing.
That's the only reason I can think of for doing what I did. It was
totally out of character for me. I guess our quiet time together got
me comfortable with him, couple that with my longing to see him in
satin sexiness, I grew bold.

When he came back to get his clothes from the drier, I watched him bed
over, making him almost my height. I got up, moved over to him, and
pulled the panties from my pocket. I could feel my heart pounding in
my ears when I bent over and dropped the found panties into his
basket.

 "I found the panties you dropped." I whispered in his ear. He froze,
his body rigid with fear and defensiveness. I was certain he could
have pounded me into the floor if he wanted but he didn't move. "I'd
love to see you in them sometime." He didn't even turn his head to
look at me as my lips brushed his ear. "I'm free all night. Apartment
23 D. I bet you have a lot of frilly things you'd like to show me."

I didn't wait for his response. I just hightailed it back to my
apartment amazed I could be so bold. My mind ran every scenario. He's
come to my apartment and beat my ass. He'd do it in the gym in the
morning. He'd change his schedule and I'd never see him again. The
only scenario that I couldn't fathom was him actually coming over.

As soon as I got home, I had jumped in the shower to calm myself and
my nerves. I had just slipped into some sweat shorts and an old tee
when I heard the knock on my door. I hadn't expected it to be him when
I opened the door only to find him there. All broad shouldered,
muscled and tall.

He had changed too, into some jeans and a tight fitting tee that clung
to his body and made my mouth water. "May I come in?" It was the first
time I heard his voice. It was deep but soft. I could see that his
cheeks were flushed red with shame or embarrassment. I just stepped
aside and motioned him to come in, flabbergasted that he actually came
and not to beat my ass.

We stood there in the entrance to my apartment, him the mighty giant,
me the tiny ant. Neither of us knew what to say. Finally I just
blurted out, "I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have done that. I should have snuck those panties back in your laundry
instead of doing what I did."

He was silent a minute, taking in my words. "Look," he finally said,
"I just came over to do whatever you wanted if you promised not to
tell anyone about my little proclivity." He seemed to inflate his
chest. "You know a big guy like me can't let it get out that he likes
to wear certain... things. So tell me what you want and I'll do it, and
we'll be done with it."

I was taken back by his words. I couldn't believe I had done this to
him, made him feel like I was blackmailing him. "I am so sorry." I
shook my head, moving my hands to cover my heart. "I didn't do what I
did to force you to do something you didn't want to do. I just thought
you were, um, kind of flirting with me."

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You've been bending over in front
of me at the laundry, then did squats right behind me in the gym." It
was clicking that he hadn't even noticed me. "Then your clothes got
skimpier and skimpier in the gym." I saw the hint of an amused smile
on his stubbled face. "You were flirting, right?"

"I wasn't flirting." My ego was crushed. "I was teasing." It was my
turn to be confused. "I kind of get off by being around people, doing
things where they might see what I'm wearing underneath, but not
know." He wiped his face with his hand. "It's that hint of danger of
being found out, but that safety of no one knowing."

I sighed. "Would you like to come in and talk?" I smiled. "I'm
Trevor." I stuck my hand out. He took my hand, his mighty hand
enveloping mine. I couldn't believe I had misread the entire
situation, but at least I was could get a friend out of it. "I'm new
here, so you don't have to worry about me telling anyone about your
sexy underwear."

"I'm Roger." I noticed his body was more relaxed when he let go of my
hand. "Welcome to the complex." We were both a bit more at ease now.
"I'd love to sit and talk." We stood there a minute when it hit him.
"I'm sorry, I forget how big I am sometimes." He laughed smacking his
forehead. "This way?"

I followed him into my living room where we sat on the couch. He took
up the left side, and I sat crossed leg on the other side, looking at
him. He was beautifully handsome. I grabbed us some beers and we
chatted for a bit, about family, love lives, work and then the subject
came up. The one we had been dancing around, that we both wanted to
talk about.

"I bet you're wondering why a big ole boy like me likes to wear
women's things." I almost spit out my beer when he said it. "Let's get
it out in the open. You seem like a cool guy and if you tell anyone
I'll sit on you." We both laughed at his mock threat. "It happened in
college, some frat hazing initiation where all the pledges had to wear
women's underwear for week. I quit the pledging but not the
underwear."

"Where you as big as you are now then?" I sat my bottle down, and
leaned in. I was imagining all this hot little frat boy wannabes in
various forms of women's underwear running around campus, trying not
to be busted by their peers. "I mean, where do you find things that
fit you? You're not, well, my size."

"No, I wasn't, but close." He sat his empty on the table. "I order
most of my stuff on line and hope that it fits." He blushed slightly,
but didn't have any shame in his voice. "There are a few sites that
cater to men like myself. The real problem comes when guys find out.
They don't understand how a top can be into wearing these things."

He was a top. I made the mental note. "Hey, I totally get it. People
look at me and just assume I'm a bottom." I let that hang between us
for a second. "I am, but just to assume it is just annoying. I'm
actually a versatile bottom, but when I try to top most guys it's like
a Chihuahua trying to hump a Great Dane."

"You could get a step stool." It was nice to be able to talk to
someone like this again. I felt comfortable with Roger, and he was
obviously getting comfortable with me. "You know," he said a bit
shyly, "I did come over here with the intent of parading around in my
underwear for you." My heart raced. "I've never really did that for
someone, you know strip and show them my panties."

My cock was hard. Was he really offering to let me ogle him, maybe
touch him and his panties? "Only if you want to." I said as a way to
give him a way out. "I admit, that I'm intrigued." He stood up with a
grin on his face. "So are you going to put on a sexy show for me? Do I
need to go get some ones?"

I turned on the couch so I could watch him. He stood towering over me.
"This one's on the house. Just remember this is like my first time
ever doing this." He pulled the edges of his shirt up and off,
revealing that luscious body I had been eyeing in the gym. I laughed
when he made his pecs bounce for me.

We didn't say anything. He kept his eyes on me. I kept my eyes on his
body, wanting to reach out and touch him. He kicked off his shoes,
unbuttoned his pants and slowly moved the zipper down. He turned
quickly, preventing me from seeing what he was wearing. He looked back
over his shoulder at me before his slowly slide his pants down,
bending at the waist.

He was wearing a thong that had a strip of lace that covered the top
of his crack. Two straps came down on either side and connected to
these sheer fishnets. I just stared mesmerized by the sight. It was
hot. He was hot. He stepped out the pants and turned around, allowing
me to see his very erect and hard cock pushing against the see through
fabric. He stepped closer to me, a slight twist in his walk.

I looked up at him, he wordlessly told me it was okay to touch him. My
hands started on his calves and slowly moved up, feeling the softness
of the garments. I watched him close his, a sense of pleasure he had
denied himself exploded across his face. I moved a hand over his cock.
He was definitely proportional. It was almost taller than me it
seemed.

He let out a soft groan as I explored his body. I moved my hands over
ridges of his abdominals, wondering how many sit ups it took to get
them. My hands moved a long his sides, going to his hips where, I
turned him to present to me those glorious globes. Perfect and
hairless, a thing black fabric dividing them for me.

I squeezed and fondled them. I leaned in and kissed the left cheek.
Roger let out another low moan. I kissed the other cheek, getting the
same response. I sucked on the cheek, letting my tongue draw a little
circle on his skin. Roger gasped. My hands explored his nylon and
satin covered body.

Roger was getting turned on, so was I. He turned in my grip,
presenting himself to me. His cock protruded lewdly up and out of his
panties. A dribble of precum was forming on the cut tip. I pulled his
thong down slightly, freeing his magnificent member. He made his cock
bounce for me, telling me to go for it.

He was thick, a good three inches around, and eight in length. Luckily
he wasn't dealing with any amateur. My hand barely got around it as I
aimed it for my mouth. I kissed the tip in tribute, letting his sweet
liquid coat my lips. I licked it off then swirled my tongue around the
spherical head. Roger stifled a groan.

He was holding back. Little did he know I'd have him screaming like a
banshee. I pointed him up toward his belly button. I ran my tongue
from the bottom of his tip to the top of his balls then back again.
The sound he made was a little louder this time. I moved back down his
shaft, this time swiping my tongue back and forth.

I was rewarded with a gravely, "Fuck." I looked up at him, grinning
like the cat that was about to eat the canary. Then I ate the canary.
I swallowed him, taking his fat phallus down my throat easily. I was
in heaven. A big strong man above me, his eight inches buried in my
throat. I looked up his sculpted body to see him looking down at me in
amazement.

I pulled back to the tip then back down again, nestling my nose in his
smooth hard groin. His hands went to my head, running through my hair.
"Damn, Trevor." He said softly while I gorged myself on his cock. I
felt his hands on my shoulders, massaging them. "Fuck man, your mouth
is like silk."

He stood there letting me enjoy his meat, my hands running up and down
his legs, feeling the designs in his stockings. I varied my technique,
letting him slide down my throat to just toying with the tip. It was
when I had my tongue in his piss slit that he bent down and hooked his
arms under mine, lifting me up with ease so that I was eye to eye with
him. "Damn, you're strong." My voice was sultry. "Not to mention big."

"Shut up and kiss me." He pulled me to his body. I wrapped myself to
him as he slipped his tongue around mine. Our bodies and tongues were
a tangle of sexual heat. His hands cradled my ass and my own arousal
was pressing neatly between his pecs. "I hope your bedroom is clean."
I didn't understand that till we started moving.

"It is." I said in his ear before letting my mouth suck on his thick
neck. Apartments were just cookie cutter in design, I was sure he was
similar if not identical to mine. My hands ran through his short blond
hair. His body was amazing and I was feeling it pressed against mine.
"Damn, you're a sexy fucker."

In my room, he sat me down then pulled my shirt up and off in a fluid
motion. He tossed it to the side a savage expression on his face. I
wasn't as built as him, but I wasn't a slob. I loved running and it
showed in my slender body. He dropped to his knees, putting him chest
height with me.

"No, Trevor." I heard a low growl in his voice. "You're the sexy one."
He ran a hand down my thin patch of chest hair down my happy trail. My
body quivered with his touch. He found my little brown nub with his
mouth. He lapped at it with his tongue before sucking at it. My legs
when weak, and I gripped his head for support.

He tugged at my sweat shorts, moving them down my legs and freeing my
own hard excitement. It thumped against his chest. He took it in his
hand. His eyes were still closed while he toyed with my tit. He pulled
off my nipple and looked down at the eight inch salami stick that
filled his hand. We were different sizes but evenly matched "Fuck,
you're not little everywhere, are you?"

"Big things come in little packages." I joked. I tilted his head up
and kissed him, feeling the scratch of his stubble on my lips. "Don't
worry, babe." My lips brushed his as I spoke. "I prefer to bottom."
His hand grabbed my ass, getting the whole thing in his meaty paw. I
let out a squeal of surprise when he lifted me one handed up onto the
bed.

I sat there, full attention before him, his chest shiny from my liquid
delight. He took my cock again, his eyes on mine as he lower his head,
taking just the head in, playing with it with his tongue. "Damn." I
leaned back on the bed, resting on my elbows. It had been too long
since someone had sucked me.

He moved down as far as he could. Most men couldn't take me, but Roger
made an effort taking more than half of me into his mouth. It was the
hottest thing to see, this big and brawny muscle man in his panties
bobbing up and down on me. My eyes rolled back in my head when he
started playing with my overloaded balls.

"Fuck me, Roger." I begged. I needed him in me. I wanted him towering
over me thrusting into me. "Lube and condoms are in the night stand."
He pulled off my cock, still holding it upright. It glistened from his
wet shine job. I was certain he was going to reach for the nightstand,
but instead, I found myself flipped and him tonguing my anxious hole.

"God, damn." I pounded the bed when his swirled his tongue around. I
arched back when he tapped his tongue across the sensitive skin. I
felt the brush of his stubble across my buttocks as his tongue slowly
coaxed me to open up for him. I was begging for his cock, for him to
fuck me. My filthy mouth was moaning his name in praise.

My ass was sloppy wet with his work when he slapped my ass and
announced, "I think you're ready." I rolled over, my eyes slitted with
disbelief and lust. He opened the drawer and found the lube and
condoms. I looked him up and down, seeing that beautiful body clad in
satin and nylons.

"Leave the stockings on." I said without thinking. He gave me a
knowing smile. He undid the straps that connected them to his panties.
He turned around, giving me a full view of his muscled ass. Just like
the jeans, he bent at the waist, sliding the shear things down his
legs and off. "Fucking hot."

I wasn't sure who I was anymore. I was never like this with my other
fuck buddies. I moved to the center of the bed, watching him sheath up
and slick himself. "Are you sure you can take all of this?" He waved a
hand over his thick eight, climbing up on the bed. "I don't want to
hurt you." My answer was pulling my legs back, inviting him to take
what I was giving him.

He ran a slick finger over my hole causing me to whimper then growl in
frustration. He got the hint, pressing my legs back further, raising
my hole up for him to aim just right. I felt the latex tip then
satisfying pop as he entered me. He rocked his hips, just letting the
first three inches slide back and forth in and out of me.

"More." I begged. He kept up his dick teasing. I squeezed my hole
around him, letting him feel how tight my experienced body was. "Fuck
me already." I was almost in tears with the yearning of being crushed
by his weight as he whammed into me. He moved another inch or so in,
but continued his teasing. "Roger!"

He pushed in full hilt, sending me gasping with gratification. I loved
the feel of him in me. "You ready for this?" I let out a growl as my
answer to him. He put my legs on either side of his chest, positioned
his knees beside my hips and bent down to kiss me. "I'm going to fuck
you into the apartment downstairs."

He started rocking his hips. My hands came up and played with his
pecs, feeling their hard developed muscles, flicking the big round
nubs. He picked up speed, occasionally long dicking me. My fingers dug
into his skin. He was hitting my special spot over and over again. My
balls churned, my body seemed to shimmer from the onslaught.

Roger kissed me, kept his eyes locked with mine when he pulled back.
All the while he was thrusting into me mercilessly. I watched his face
contort, his nostrils flare and his teeth clench. He sucked in his
lower lip. He was grunting, shoving his tongue in my mouth then
pulling back only to do it again every two or three thrusts.

I knew the inevitable was on the horizon. "On me." I panted. "Shoot it
on me." He looked down at his gyrating crotch and back at me, nodding
his understanding. "Coat me with you cum, Roger. Blast it all over
me." He picked up speed. He back arching back, letting his hips do all
the work.

"Fuck!" He yelled, pulling out of me, stripping the condom off in porn
star quickness. His hand flew across his shaft. I watched his face
crinkle up and redden. "Fuucckk!" The first shot landed on my chest.
The second on my dick. The third, fourth and fifth alternated before
he finally was able to just pull out the last stragglers out.

He collapsed beside me, his hand, moving to my ready dick. "Finger
me." I said replacing my hand with his. He obliged, filling me with
his fat finger. I turned my head so we could kiss. I stroked hard and
fast. It didn't take long after the pummeling my prostate had taken.
Five or six strokes and I was blasting my own shots across me, my body
bucking from the pent of orgasm.

I let my spent rod go. He slipped his finger out, and began rubbing
the white splatters around my skin. He kissed me softly. "You're a
mess." He teased. I giggled. He began writing letters in the residue
on my stomach. I was in a dreamy state, not registering what he was
doing while he kissed me.

I pulled back, looked at him slyly. "Did you just write your name in
cum on my stomach?" He laughed, his lips pressing to mine again. He
continued his finger writing. I mentally said the letters as he made
them. I smacked him playfully in the arm. "You misspelled property you
big ape."

"We should go get cleaned up." He pulled me close to him. "I need to
get some sleep, there's this hot runner in the gym in the morning I
need to flash my panties at. I think I might have a chance with him."
I laughed in disbelief. "What do you think? Do you think I have a
chance with him?"

"Most definitely." I pulled him into a kiss, rolling over onto him to
share my sticky mess with him. "Let's get cleaned up so we can get
dirty again." He got up, holding me with those strong arms. "You know,
a guy could get use to this, being carried around everywhere by a sexy
muscle man."

He pecked me on the lips. "Good, because I not letting you go."

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