I’d moved into the condo a few weeks ago, and i liked the neighborhood. More importantly, I liked the neighbors.
I’d finally got the job I’d been looking for, and was about 4 months into it — just past the trial period — and I was doing really well. Well enough to finally upgrade my shitty apartment to a trendy condo in one of those new, fancy developments adjacent to a metro stop. And now that I was settling in nicely, I’d made it my goal to finally get back into shape. So I picked up a used pro-series bowflex, stuck it in the unused spare room amongst all the boxes I intended to eventually unpack, and had every intention of getting to work on it.
I remember the day it arrived, vividly, because I’d just run into my hunky 20-something neighbor Sebastian at the mailbox, and was making pleasant chit chat with him when the delivery arrived.
Ah, Sebastian — half mediterrenean Greek god, half Native American hunk. All cheekbones, deep set eyes, and black, black hair. So ridiculously good looking, and so sweet natured. Always had time to say hi to me, a dumpy 30-something, over the mailbox or as our paths crossed in the parking lot. Strong big bro/little bro vibe with him from the start, which was a shame, because he was objectively one of the hottest men I’d ever met. And he was smarter than he looked — mostly because you’d never want to look deeper than the incredibly hot surface for fear of disappointment. I mean, it would be unfair to look that good AND be a decent stand-up guy, with some wit and smarts to back it all up, right?
But no. He was sweet natured and easy-going, and he always smiled with that damned dimple drawing me in. The one in his face.
The one in his left butt cheek, when he wore the blue shorts? That was for when he left.
Ahem.
Anyway, Sebastian was chatting with me about nothing much — I think he was asking if I’d seen the news with the latest atrocity from the Annoying Orange — when the delivery guy walked past and up to my door.
“Oh, that’s me,” I said.
“Terry Beringer?”
“Yup”
“Sign here,” the gruff deliver guy said.
“Oh, yes,”. I did so, and then showed the team where to bring the mostly assembled unit. They did so, and brought it up the stairs for me while I dug for cash for a tip. The burly boys were in and out in about 10 minutes and I was saying goodbye when I realized Sebastian was still by the mailbox on his phone, texting. He caught my eye.
“Hey bro, your key’s still here,” he said, pointing at it.
“Fuck,” I said.
“Yeah, no big, I was in no hurry and I didn’t want you to forget your keys,” he said, smiling. “Whatcha order?”
“Oh, it’s a used Bowflex.”
“Nice bro. Trying to get swole?”
“I’d settle for any semblance of shape,” i said truthfully.
“Good for you! I would recommend my gym, but its kinda ...not for beginners?”
“No?”
“Nah,” he said. he flexed his upper arms, revealing some impressive muscles. “I’m the littlest dude there, and if i didn’t work there, i probably wouldn’t dare go in. Some of those guys are massive!”
I looked him over appreciatively; Sebastian was in really good shape, bulky and lean in all the right places.
“Not really my scene,” i said.
Not entirely true. It wasn’t what i wanted for myself, but hot muscle was a big turn on for me.
“Oh,” he said, oozing slightly wounded.
“Not for my self. It looks goood on some folks.”
Sebastian cast a critical eye over my body.
“Yeaaah...you could probably make it work, but it’ll take a long time to get ther.
“I’d be happy with you—“ i quickly caught myse;f “—your level of development.”
“Sweet, but i want to be bigger,” he said....
I’d finally got the job I’d been looking for, and was about 4 months into it — just past the trial period — and I was doing really well. Well enough to finally upgrade my shitty apartment to a trendy condo in one of those new, fancy developments adjacent to a metro stop. And now that I was settling in nicely, I’d made it my goal to finally get back into shape. So I picked up a used pro-series bowflex, stuck it in the unused spare room amongst all the boxes I intended to eventually unpack, and had every intention of getting to work on it.
I remember the day it arrived, vividly, because I’d just run into my hunky 20-something neighbor Sebastian at the mailbox, and was making pleasant chit chat with him when the delivery arrived.
Ah, Sebastian — half mediterrenean Greek god, half Native American hunk. All cheekbones, deep set eyes, and black, black hair. So ridiculously good looking, and so sweet natured. Always had time to say hi to me, a dumpy 30-something, over the mailbox or as our paths crossed in the parking lot. Strong big bro/little bro vibe with him from the start, which was a shame, because he was objectively one of the hottest men I’d ever met. And he was smarter than he looked — mostly because you’d never want to look deeper than the incredibly hot surface for fear of disappointment. I mean, it would be unfair to look that good AND be a decent stand-up guy, with some wit and smarts to back it all up, right?
But no. He was sweet natured and easy-going, and he always smiled with that damned dimple drawing me in. The one in his face.
The one in his left butt cheek, when he wore the blue shorts? That was for when he left.
Ahem.
Anyway, Sebastian was chatting with me about nothing much — I think he was asking if I’d seen the news with the latest atrocity from the Annoying Orange — when the delivery guy walked past and up to my door.
“Oh, that’s me,” I said.
“Terry Beringer?”
“Yup”
“Sign here,” the gruff deliver guy said.
“Oh, yes,”. I did so, and then showed the team where to bring the mostly assembled unit. They did so, and brought it up the stairs for me while I dug for cash for a tip. The burly boys were in and out in about 10 minutes and I was saying goodbye when I realized Sebastian was still by the mailbox on his phone, texting. He caught my eye.
“Hey bro, your key’s still here,” he said, pointing at it.
“Fuck,” I said.
“Yeah, no big, I was in no hurry and I didn’t want you to forget your keys,” he said, smiling. “Whatcha order?”
“Oh, it’s a used Bowflex.”
“Nice bro. Trying to get swole?”
“I’d settle for any semblance of shape,” i said truthfully.
“Good for you! I would recommend my gym, but its kinda ...not for beginners?”
“No?”
“Nah,” he said. he flexed his upper arms, revealing some impressive muscles. “I’m the littlest dude there, and if i didn’t work there, i probably wouldn’t dare go in. Some of those guys are massive!”
I looked him over appreciatively; Sebastian was in really good shape, bulky and lean in all the right places.
“Not really my scene,” i said.
Not entirely true. It wasn’t what i wanted for myself, but hot muscle was a big turn on for me.
“Oh,” he said, oozing slightly wounded.
“Not for my self. It looks goood on some folks.”
Sebastian cast a critical eye over my body.
“Yeaaah...you could probably make it work, but it’ll take a long time to get ther.
“I’d be happy with you—“ i quickly caught myse;f “—your level of development.”
“Sweet, but i want to be bigger,” he said....