The day started like it usually did. I would walk over to the smaller of the two clubhouses near my apartment and enter the little room that had the mailboxes. I would open my mailbox, get my mail, sort it, and toss out the junk mail and then return to my apartment. This day started like that, but when I got to the little room I saw workmen crawling around the clubhouse, dragging wood, plaster and other building materials inside. Two men were arguing about something near the pool area, and I noticed that the doors and windows were covered in brown paper. I didn't stop to ask any questions, as none of the workmen were young or attractive, and returned to my apartment. About a week of workmen went by, and then the following week when I went to get my mail, I noticed that the doors out to the pool were gone and the glass in the original doors of the clubhouse was now covered with blinds. Closed vertical blinds hung over all the rest of the remaining windows, so I couldn't see what had been done. I was puzzled, but decided not to worry about it and went on my way. Two days later the moving van arrived in front of the clubhouse and three very muscular and shirtless young men were unpacking it and moving it into the clubhouse.

The young men, all in their 20's, were busily hauling in furniture and boxes inside. One of them, a dark haired beauty, noticed me watching them and waved at me. I waved back and, thinking quickly, zipped back to my apartment and pulled out the cold case of beer I had. Returning to the young men, I held up the case and said, "Anybody care for a cold one? You guys are sure working hard."

The dark haired one smiled and reached for a beer. "Man, this will hit the spot! Hey Sam! John! Beer!"

The other two men, one blond and the other brown haired, came out of the clubhouse and grabbed some beers. Now that all three were standing outside in the sun, I could get a good eyeful of these men's fine torsos.

The dark haired one, who later introduced himself as Frank, was the least muscular of the three buff men, but he was so damn handsome that his swimmer's body looked damn hot. A triangle of hair over his pecs made a line down between them and through the middle of his abs, continuing past his belly button into a "happy trail" that disappeared into the waistband of his board shorts. His forearms were coated with this same dark hair as were his legs. Bright blue eyes regarded me warmly as Frank recognized my assessment of his body.

John, the brown haired fellow, had a typical straight man's body, almost overly muscled on top and skinny below the waist. Huge arms and chest were balanced by an insanely little waist and ripped abs, the entire torso smooth as a baby's butt but very tanned. Smooth legs below his cutoffs showed that he had nice legs, although out of proportion to his torso. A nice feature was his butt, which ran against the stereotypical by being very full and hard in the seat of his cutoffs. Hazel eyes acknowledged me as I ran my eyes over his firm body.

The blond, Sam, was the best combination of muscle and body hair of all three. His body was muscled and proportional, full pecs and abs blending nicely together with both arms and legs balanced. A thick pelt of dark blond hair ran over his pecs and abs, coating his forearms and legs as well. His shoulders and upper arms were still smooth, and I saw from earlier how his back was also smooth and muscled. Light blue eyes met mine and an infectious surfer bum's grin as I completed his assessment.

"Call me Mike," I said, handing each one a cold can of beer and shaking each of their hands. "I live next door in 4002 and have been watching workmen doing something in this clubhouse. I'm curious as hell what they did to it." The men invited me in and as they continued moving stuff inside I took a quick tour of the old clubhouse.

The clubhouse had been the original one of the complex before it had expanded across the road and built one twice its size to accommodate a leasing office and weight room. Prior to the renovations, it had been available for small party rental with a deposit. The building was small, with the mailboxes in a little alcove off by itself, with two large glass double doors entering the building. Directly across from these doors was another set of glass doors leading out to the pool section. The kitchen was back and left from the front doors, separated from the main room by a countertop bar. A short hallway had led to public bathrooms and then outside to just before the pool gate. Two of the four walls had huge picture windows with arching palladium windows above them, and I seemed to recall a skylight over the main room that used to give tons of light in the day time.

Now the front doors opened onto a little tiled area with a door attached to the hallway entrance. The kitchen had remained the same, but now the doors that had led to the outside were replaced with a smaller French door. The main room had been divided by a wall that bisected the old main room at the edge of the fireplace. The hallway that had led to the public bathrooms was gone; a slightly ajar door showed me gleaming bathroom fixtures for a private bathroom. The two wooden doors that would close off the new room were also standing open, and I could see that it would be made into a bedroom of some form. I saw that the old clubroom furnishings were gone, and now some modern glass and metal furnishings were being placed by the men into the new living room space.

"So which one of you is moving in?" I asked, as one man opened the bedroom area to reveal one large space with only boxes along the wall with the curtained window.

"Well, that's a story in itself, Mike. Let us finish moving in and maybe we can have you come down to dinner tonight?" I agreed, understanding that they probably needed to get the van emptied and returned, etc., so I left them the rest of the beer which was much appreciated, gave them my phone number and returned to my apartment.

I guess it was almost 4 hours later that there was a knock on my door and Sam stood outside, half naked in a clean pair of board shorts and flip flops. "Hello, Sam."

"Hey, Mike! Feel like some steak? We've just finished getting the food done and you're welcome to join us!" I accepted and went down with him to their place.

The smell of grilling steak and vegetables was heavenly, but what made my mouth water more was John, who was expertly flipping the steaks as he stood there in only an apron and boxer briefs! The apron was one of those full body ones that protected John's chest and lower body from any spattering grease, and when John turned towards me as we walked up to the entrance, I could see that the front of the apron had been done up like a muscle man's body wearing a Speedo. John's body was far better than the apron's and from the back he looked even better, the boxer briefs hugging his ass and thighs delightfully. He grinned at me as Sam and I passed, and some message transferred between him and Sam that I didn't catch. We entered the apartment and walked into the kitchen to get me a beer. Sam handed me the beer for which I thanked him, and as we turned to leave the kitchen area, the bathroom door opened and Frank stood there, drying off and stark naked!

His swimmer's body now completely open to my view, I could see Frank's best assets, which hung heavily between his legs and swayed a little with his movement. His cock was a good six inches soft, with a tube of foreskin that extended the total soft length to seven inches. His balls, nearly hen's eggs in size, hung bull-like behind the formidable meat and looked capable of inflicting damage if they hit you in the face (a theory I was quite willing at that point to test). He looked damn good and very sexy, even though I had always gone for the muscle men. I mean, it looked like Frank would faint dead away if that monster cock got hard enough to do any damage. Frank looked at me and grinned, saying "Mike! Glad you could make it! Just let me get dressed." Stunned I followed his nicely hairy butt into the bedroom area, where another puzzle awaited me.

I had wondered who actually moved into this place, seeing as how it was too small a studio to really support three straight men comfortably, especially obviously military straight men. The bedroom confused me even more, for a twin bed was positioned just under the window (which had been carefully covered with one way metallic plastic for privacy) and an adult-sized bunk bed was perpendicular to the twin on the side wall. A closet had been built into the short wall beside the kitchen, and the wall that separated the bedroom from the living area had a large 9 drawer bureau with two mirrors above that. Other than some military unit banners and an American flag, the room had all the decor of a barracks.

While I was examining the room, Frank was pawing through an open dresser drawer, muttering to himself as he stood naked trying to find something he wanted to wear. The mirrors were giving me a great view of his front, while his ass muscles moved delightfully as he bent slightly to get into the drawer. I was admiring the view when I heard a "aha!" from behind me and turned quickly to see Sam standing there, grinning and a nice hard on showing through his board shorts.

Sam quickly divested himself of his clothing and, stepping closer, started stroking his meat. "I sure like what I'm seeing here," he said as he reached out and grasped my answering wood. "Wonder if I can get a better look at it." I numbly nodded and he released his cock and mine long enough to undo my shorts fastenings and let them drop around my ankles. Frank had decided that if we were all getting naked, he'd stay that way and, grasping the hem of my t-shirt, whisked it off me. "Mmmm, nice ass there, Mike," he purred as his hands cupped my muscled butt.

The front door slammed and soon John was standing there at the doorway, watching his two roommates and a neighbor getting it on. "Be right back," he said, and soon was back, "just had to secure the grill and lock the door." He whipped off the apron and pulled off his boxer briefs, and joined the fun, his hands moving across our three naked bodies and clasping whatever didn't have a hand firmly attached.

Soon we were all so excited that when our cocks brushed against another's body they left a precum trail that soon almost webbed us together. It was almost funny to see the strings of precum that connected each of us to the other. We had also managed to get close to the single bed in the room and as one entity, fell onto it in a heap of arms, legs and cocks.

I had enjoyed the feel of all this hard male flesh under my hands and pressed against my body and now, as Sam unrolled a condom onto my cock and applied lube to it, I was about to enjoy another feeling. After he'd slicked up my cock to his satisfaction, he rolled over to expose his hairy bubble butt and whispered, "Put that cock in me, Mike."

I entered him, slowly yet determinedly, and his sigh of contentment as I first stretched his hole wide and then pressed deeper into him until I was fully inserted told me that he liked being fucked. That was fine with me, for I could fuck Sam without any hesitation! I settled into a nice fucking rhythm, Sam adjusting his butt by raising it a tad and flexing his firm, furry thighs so that I felt their hardness as my thighs connected on the down strokes. This was great, but I wanted to be able to feel Sam's hard belly and chest also, so I slid one hand under him and pulled upwards as we fucked.

Sam was an expert, no doubt about that, and he interpreted what I wanted, rising up with me and putting his arms down to support us while I put my other hand around a pec and squeezed lightly as I returned to fucking speed. He groaned in delight and I kept hammering him as I alternated squeezing his hairy muscled pecs and stroking his hard belly.

Beside me, John was on his back and moaning contentedly as Frank sucked his big wood, fingerfucking his ass with short, hard thrusts that were answered by grunts of pleasure from John. I looked over to the other pair as I fucked Sam, and saw that John was lovingly placing a rubber on Frank's cock. Frank knelt between John's legs, his cock thrusting proudly away from his body a good 10 inches and easily two inches in diameter. When the rubber was snugly wrapping Frank's monster, he grabbed the lube that sat between us and coated the rubber well, then raised his legs so that his perfect butt was spread and displaying his hot, hairy asshole. A few fingers of lubricant were applied to this throbbing hole, and then Frank's cock pressed towards its goal.

John's satisfied groan was answered by Sam, which brought my full attention back to the furry blond below me. I carefully pulled out of Sam, and turned him over to place his well shaped calves over my shoulders. Pressing my slick, rubberized cock into his very willing hole, I re-entered him and began fucking him harder, soon my fucking rhythm matching Frank's. Both Sam and John were groaning in unison as their love buttons were being slammed by hard cocks, and it wasn't long before the feelings and sounds of man fucking set me over the top.

"Damn! I'm cumming!!" I cried as I pulled out of Sam and whipped off the rubber to shoot all over Sam's hairy chest and abs. Frank groaned loudly and his cock came out too, shooting over John's muscled chest in huge jets. With a cute little yelp Sam began cumming, his strong jets of cum landing on his firm pecs as he moaned with pleasure. John soon followed, his cock spewing out to mix with Frank's cum already on his chest. Frank and I fell forward, resting atop the two other men until we felt the cum grow cool between our bodies.

"Shower time!" cried Sam as he kissed me and wriggled out from under my spent body. John laughed and got out from under Frank, and the two of them pulled us into the bathroom. The bathroom had also been modified to now hold a large shower stall with two shower heads and controls, twin sinks along the back end of the wall and on the opposite side, two urinals and one toilet. Frank stepped up to one urinal and let loose a long stream of piss, his sigh of contentment describing the sensation as his bladder emptied into the porcelain. Sam got into the stall and turned on the showers, and soon all four of us were laughing and rubbing soap on each other, giggling when a bar of soap fell and the person who bent over to retrieve it got a dick stuck up their hole. When it was my turn to pick up the soap, Frank's monster found its way into my hole. "You know what happens when you drop the soap, Mike!" cried Frank as his thick meat forced its way inside me. None of us had the energy to really fuck anymore right then, so after a couple of minutes of letting me get stretched open and comfortable with his meat, Frank pulled out carefully and kissed me, watching as Sam's cock slipped inside John's butt and pumped a few strokes before Sam pulled it out again.

We rinsed off and then, using a pile of soft towels to dry off, walked back into the main room. All the blinds on the main windows were closed for privacy, but there was sufficient light from the small round dormer windows set into the two points of the cathedral height windows. We spread out some fresh towels on the couch and on the other chair and then went to the kitchen to enjoy the great meal the men had prepared. Of course, there were lots of meat jokes referring to both the excellent steaks and what hung between our legs, but other than a little horseplay and lots of exaggeration, the meal went smoothly and all were sated by the time we'd opened another beer and sat brotherly in each other's arms on the couch.

Frank explained that all three of them had been Marines together and when their time was up, they decided to live together. Having the apartment complex be so willing to make the clubroom into a barracks for three marines was the icing on the cake. "Little did we know that we'd also find another guy that we liked and want to have sex with right next door!"

"Well, I guess I understand now why the clubhouse looks the way it does," I said, as Frank's hand idly stroked my upper thigh, "all three of you live and fuck here it seems."

Frank laughed and grabbed my cock, stroking it as he said, "I wouldn't mind adding another person to our group, would you guys?"

Neither Sam nor John (whose answer was muffled by Sam's cock in his mouth) disagreed; we all walked into the bedroom for another round of great four-way sex.