I had gone down to pick up my mail and as I returned, I noticed a handsome young man, wearing a pair of board shorts and nothing else, hauling in boxes into the apartment behind me. Nobody else seemed to be around, and I watched him methodically move one box at a time, lifting it up into muscular arms and then disappearing around the building. I would hear him occasionally as he set down a box with a thud or groan a bit from his exercise. When his jeep was nearly empty, I grabbed a couple of beers and walked down to greet him.

"Hey, man, you look like you could use a cold one." I handed him a beer and watched him knock it back like it was water. He wiped off the little bit that escaped his mouth with the back of a hand and then, carefully wiping his hand off on his shorts, extended it out towards me.

"Thank you for the beer! My name's Aaron."

"My name's Mike. Welcome to the complex, Aaron." I shook his hand and handed him the second beer. "Here, you look like you could use a hand."

He grinned and knocked off the second beer like the first. "I'm actually just about done, but maybe you can help me take these last boxes upstairs." I nodded and grabbed one box, letting him grab the last one and followed him around the building to his apartment. Even though his shorts were baggy, a mighty fine ass filled the seat quite well. Below the hem of the shorts were two muscular and hairy calves, perhaps hinting that the rest of his legs might be as muscled and hairy. His back, wide at the shoulders and narrow at the hips, was smooth as a baby, but muscled tightly. I amused myself watching his back, legs and butt until we got inside and set down the boxes.

"Mike, thanks again for the beer and for the help. I really need a shower now!" I smiled and started outside, only to turn around at his cry of distress.

"What's wrong, Aaron?"

He came out of the bathroom area, wearing only a frayed, nearly threadbare towel around his waist. "The damn water is off; I guess I forgot to get it turned on early. Crap! I really want a shower."

I did some swift assessment of his body and said, "You can take one at my place if you like." He enthusiastically agreed, and we headed to my apartment.

When we got inside, he smiled and headed towards the bathroom, got the water the temperature he liked it and then, shyly, closing the bathroom door. A couple of minutes later, I heard the door open. He called out, "Mike, is it ok if I use some of your stuff in here?"

I yelled back, "Go ahead." I heard the door softly close again and then the tone of the water change as it was diverted to the shower head. A few more minutes later I heard this beautiful baritone voice begin singing, and I chuckled to myself. I guess about 20 minutes went by altogether, then I heard the water shut off and soon Aaron walked out, his damp towel now nearly see-through around his waist and water still sparkling on his muscular body. I got up and grabbed one of my towels from the bathroom and walked up to Aaron. "Man, you're not dry yet. Hold still." With a little squeak of protest he stood still as I towel-dried his short hair and upper body, taking great care to get as much of his full pecs and back muscles under my hands as possible. When I had finished, he had developed a bit of a problem that tented the front of his damp towel, and the knot that held the towel in place was loosening from the extra stretching.

"Thanks, Mike, that felt really good!"

I smiled and said, "If you'd like to reward me, why not hand me that damp towel of yours? I'll hang it up and lend you this nearly dry one."

At first, Aaron looked startled, then grinned and slowly undid the knot holding the damp towel about his waist. When the knot was undone, he held it and slowly turned away from me. The back of the towel fell open, and Aaron's firm, smooth muscled ass flexed before me, twin mounds of pure bubbled meat. He slowly turned and smiled again, then held out the damp towel to me and let me see the rest of his body.

Aaron's cock was two-thirds hard, proudly standing perpendicular from his body, the pinkish head barely peeping out of the soft skin hood that surrounded it. His balls hung down rather loosely between his legs, twin eggs that were good sized in their hairy sac. His pubic hair was trimmed as a model's, being short, curly and in a triangle pattern. I gave a long look at his gym perfect body and at his magnificent cock and balls and then smiled and silently took the threadbare towel and handed him mine.

He grinned again and slowly dried off his cock and balls, watching my eyes track his movements as he fondled his equipment lovingly. He turned and dried his butt cheeks, spreading them and bending over slightly just to let his pinkish pucker show briefly as he dried the hairy crack in between. He bent over further and dried his legs and feet, then turned again and quietly handed me my towel.

"Thank you, Mike, for the dry towel, but now what do I wear back to my place?"

I thought for a bit and then remembered a toweling kimono I'd received as a gift many years earlier. One of those "one size fits none" types, I had worn it once and decided it was too big in the shoulders and too short as I liked robes that covered me completely. "Just a second, Aaron, I have just the thing." I zipped into my bedroom, found the kimono stuck away in the dresser, and brought it out to him. "Here, try this on."

He tried it on, and it fit him like a dream, wet-dream to be precise. His shoulders were wide enough that it pulled the neckline open so that his neck and chest were exposed nicely, yet the two flaps closed across his middle without problems. It fell just to his upper thigh, covering his equipment and butt safely enough but letting his hairy muscled legs show as they should. "That looks damn good on you, Aaron," I said, giving him another long stare up and down, "Since it doesn't fit me at all, why don't you keep it as a housewarming present?"

Aaron grinned, delighted at the kimono and thanked me with a hug. I savored the full body contact as well as the nice bulge that pressed against my own monster, clothed as it may be, and then he excused himself back to his apartment. I watched him leave until he went around the building, and then stripped and gave myself a good wank with Aaron's muscled body the featured performer in my fantasy.

Later that evening Aaron came by and invited me over to his place for dinner. "Sorry it's only going to be pizza and beer, but I wanted to thank you for all your help today."

"No problem, Aaron, pizza and beer sounds good." We headed around to his apartment and I was amazed at how quickly he'd managed to get things set up. When I mentioned this he just shrugged and commented that 'when you don't have much, it takes very little time to organize.' As I looked around the room and later the rest of the one bedroom one bath apartment, I understood what he meant.

The living room was nearly empty except for one comfortable looking recliner, cheap side table and what I was later told was a camp stool. On the table was a Coleman lantern for lighting. Across from this furniture was a low table, probably supposed to be a cheap coffee table that matched the side table and held a rather good TV and VCR. A small collection of VHS tapes lay scattered about the rest of the top of the table. I was told that the rickety table and chairs in the kitchen were camping equipment as well and when I excused myself to go use the bathroom I had to walk through the bedroom, appalled that the only furniture was a camp cot and a small box upended to act as a table. The lone threadbare towel hung over the shower, obviously still attempting to dry from earlier. What touched my heart more than anything was the robe I'd given him, which was folded carefully and placed on the counter next to his shaving gear and dopp kit.

The pizza arrived and we ate it in the kitchen, then Aaron suggested we watch a movie before calling it a night. He really seemed to want to thank me, I thought, so I agreed and he had me as the guest sit in the comfortable recliner while he fiddled with the remote as he sat on that little camp stool. The screen lit up and before Aaron could do anything more about it, I saw two naked, healthy looking and buzzed cut marine types having wild monkey sex!

Aaron blushed so deeply I thought he might have lost all the blood to the rest of his body. "Oh, fuck, sorry Mike, I didn't mean for you to see that..."

I just smiled and said, "Don't be, Aaron, in fact that just made it easier for me."

He looked at my quizzically and then smiled as he recalled my earlier request with the towel. "Ah, you are gay too, right?"

I nodded and his grin got even bigger. "That is so cool! I was afraid I'd not find another gay person anywhere." He moved over to me and I pulled him down into my lap, his body fitting rather nicely into my arms. I held him a few minutes, then bent my head forward and, using one hand to help move his lips into proper position, kissed him slowly and carefully.

"Mmmph," he replied, my mouth keeping his occupied for a bit longer. When our lips broke apart, he just gasped and then surprised me by relocking onto my lips for another span of time. When we separated again, he laid his head against my shoulder and said, "Oh man, Mike, that was really great!"

I just smiled and felt his body up through the thin t-shirt and tight jeans he was wearing. I wanted more of that body that I'd seen earlier that day and decided now was as good as any time to see if he'd be willing to give it to me. "Aaron, want to go over to my place and get more comfortable, say, in my bed?" He paused so silently that I was almost afraid he would say no.

Suddenly, he grinned and kissed me again. "Sure, let's go, Mike! My bed barely fits me anyway." I laughed and he excused himself to use "the can" before we headed over. I suggested he bring over his kimono as I'd probably not let him wear any clothing the rest of the evening and he just laughed through the door of the bathroom. I was pleased that when he returned to the living room he had the kimono in hand as well as his dopp kit.

He locked up his place and we arrived at mine, the tension building between us as we both knew what the outcome of the evening would be. After I closed and locked the door we wasted no time heading to the bedroom and removing our clothing, Aaron's body as nice as I'd remembered from that afternoon and his eyes registering that he also found my body pleasing. Of course, that wasn't the only part of his body registering that pleasure, for his cock was filling out nicely, ending up about eight slender inches over a heavy looking set of balls. I reached out and grasped his sack, fondling the eggs within and getting a dollop of precum from his cock for my reward. He just closed his eyes and moaned, I think that he'd have let me do anything to him as long as my hand stayed busy at his crotch! My other hand moved forward and pressed against his meaty chest, filling my palm with the hardness of his pec muscle and the perky nipple that sat on top. This got me another spat of precum on my wrist and, while I was enjoying how my touch was turning Aaron on, it wasn't getting me there yet. I removed my hands from his body and pushed him onto the bed, his surprise almost as much of a turn on as the sight of his muscled body with the legs and arms spread to take the impact of landing on the bed. I pushed his legs wider and got between them, bending forward to hold his upper body to mine and kissing him roughly on the lips before slowly working down between the valley of his full pecs, down the middle of his tight rock hard abs and into the thicket of pubic hair to pull his hard and dripping cock into my mouth.

This caused him to arch his back up and cry out in pleasure and a big mess of precum hit my mouth, so I kept working the head and shaft of his cock while my hands fondled his balls and stroked his perineum, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. I figured that before I took my own pleasure I'd give him some first, yet I wanted it to be earth shattering for his first time with me and thus I kept pulling down on his ball sack whenever I'd see him start orgasming. Before long he was a quivering mass of muscles, his focus completely at his crotch where his cock was thrashing about like a live fish in my mouth while I kept up the near torture. It was finally time and, as I held his cock up towards the sky for the best fountain effect I pressed hard against his perineum just in the spot that will trigger orgasm in most men. Aaron was no exception and soon hot fresh whipped man cream began spewing from his cock, directed all over his chest and abs by my hand firmly on the shaft of his cock and being milked out to heighten his pleasure. I soon found that he was one of those copious cummers, with buckets of cum that would come out of him when he got going. After about ten or fifteen minutes the stream ended and my strokes on his rod just brought body tremors from the over sensitized shaft and head, so I stopped, cleaned him up a bit, then pulled a rubber onto my cock and greased myself up. He stirred as I applied more lubricant to his hole and brought his legs up, realizing that his ass was next and smiling at me through pleasure-fogged eyes.

"Oh, yeah, Mike, that was great! Take my tight ass!"

I grunted as I slipped slowly inside him, his eyes rolling back into his head and his voice slowly degenerating to grunts and moans of pleasure/pain as his asshole stretched to accommodate my nine thick inches. I could feel the remnants of his orgasm within his body, slight tremors here and there as I found spots within that were still sensitized. His prostate was so sensitive that when I sank in to press against it, you'd thought I'd jabbed him from the sudden flinch and deep moan that came from his mouth. I started a slow, deep fuck for him, partly to let him get used to my cock, partly to bring his body back to orgasm level and also partly because it felt so very, very good in there! He was soon back in form, his body adjusting to my penetration and his muscles now taut with pleasure and power. I leaned forward and pressed my hands against his thick pecs, the power within them turning me on even more as I shifted to short hard pokes against his prostate. He moaned and took some initiative on his own, reaching up and pulling my mouth to his for a deep tongued kiss before releasing me and falling back like a rag doll to the bed as my cock hit his love button again and again.

I settled back and was amazed to see his cock at full mast again, throbbing hard and virile against his taut belly, precum oozing to make a little puddle in his belly button. I put his legs up on my shoulders and fondled his now tight ball sack and rubbed the frenum area of his cock, causing him to moan and suddenly tighten up with impending orgasm. I almost always trigger from the extra tightening of my partner's orgasm and this time was no exception, my cock erupting in the rubber as Aaron's shot his second round of cum all over his chest and abs. After a couple of seconds I slowly pulled out of his fine ass and, tossing the used rubber into the trash, rolled over beside him and pulled the young muscled and worn out body against mine. Handy rags beside me let me mop up the worst of the mess and soon we fell asleep, his body spooned inside mine with my arms around him...

...we woke up a few hours later, stretching and deciding a shower was in order. We cleaned up and horsed around a little, ending up with my rubberized cock inside him again and having yet another incredible orgasm together. A quick clean up again and then drying off led to his next orgasm, this one a bit more controlled and thus easier to clean up after, then we headed to the kitchen for some food. We ate, then sat in the living room for a while before he reluctantly pulled on the robe he'd brought and retrieved his dopp kit.

"Mike, thanks for a great time, I really mean it! While you were not my first, you were the best I've ever had and if we had some more time, I could easily fall in love with you."

I pulled him close and we kissed, then I replied as we held each other, "Aaron, I feel the same way about you. I could easily fall in love with you too. We can take this a bit slower if you want and just be good friends."

He shook his head and disengaged himself, saying, "I need to change, I'll be back in a few minutes and you'll understand what I mean." He left for his own apartment, walked inside and about ten minutes later walked out in a rather familiar uniform and carrying a large duffel bag. He locked up his apartment and came over to where I stood in the doorway. Setting down his duffel, he turned to me and said, "I had received orders two weeks ago that I was shipping out today. It took me a while to get my apartment found and settled into. The only thing I could have wished for was more time with you, but the last twenty four hours were the best in my life and I wanted you to know."

I looked at the young man before me, a proud member of the army's finest, the silvery tag upon his chest saying "MARTIN, A." and the single chevron on his sleeve marking him as a Private, First Class. "Private, make sure you return in one piece and you'll get more of what you just got!" He laughed, hugged me and then grabbed his duffel bag. A taxi had just driven up in front of the apartment and, as he turned away from me he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You bet, this Private's privates are all yours!"