Another day done and I, for one, was ready to return home. I barely noticed the U-haul truck that was taking up three parking spots, and the large black Ford truck that was parked next to my parking space was given only a glance as I pulled in and walked up to my apartment. I perked up a bit when I saw the two handsome Marines, shirtless in the afternoon July sun, hauling furniture and boxes into the upstairs apartment across from mine. I had just started a great fantasy of the two men living together and wondering how I could get talking with them without being too obvious that all I wanted was to stare at their bodies, when a young woman about the guys' age came out of the apartment and began chewing out the more muscular of the two men about something. That's when I noticed on the muscle stud's finger the telltale ring.

That fantasy shattered, I sighed and went out my business, fixing dinner and having a quiet meal before the 'boob-tube,' resting a bit before getting up to do the dishes. I had stripped down to boxers after I got into the privacy of my apartment, and admired my hard worked physique, one that only time and many trips to the gym had provided in the full-length mirror in my bedroom. My shield-shaped pecs, ripped abs and wide shoulders were balanced by well-muscled legs and arms, as well as a strong back and a cute, firm butt, or so I thought. Anyway, I was standing by the sink in my kitchen, idly stroking my meat through my boxers, when my muscle stud came out of his apartment and stood in the waning light. My kitchen window was faced so that I was looking almost directly at him, and as he began slowly stretching his magnificently muscled, smooth body, my cock began some stretching on its own. The guy only wore a pair of light blue running shorts, the kind that barely have a crotch, and these also had the split side seams that allowed for an all the way view up the leg. An expensive pair of running shoes were on his feet, and that was it. The ring, once upon his hand as he moved furniture, was now missing.

I froze, first in awe of that gorgeous body flexing before me, and also because after a couple of leg stretches it was pretty clear to me that he wasn't wearing any underwear, as I saw some good sized balls peep out from his crotch area. The tube that stretched upwards and a little to the left side seemed to be held in place by the waistband, but made a good sized bulge. My cock, having risen to its full nine and a half inches, found the exit in my boxers and stood rigid before me, aching at the sight of this nearly perfect man (remember, he had a wedding ring on earlier) flexing before me. My hands curled around my shaft and balls and, with a few squirts of dish soap in my palms, began giving myself a handjob.

There was something 'wrong' with my staring at my neighbor's stretching while I eagerly jacked off, but I was too into the feelings to care. I'm not sure if I've ever felt my cock be so hard, nor have I felt my balls ache so badly. My cock head, during my normal 'sessions,' was a nice, even pinkish red, darkening sometimes if I got more excited to a light to medium red. My cock head now, atop my throbbing shaft, was moving to a deep shade of purple, pre cum oozing from the flaring slit at the top. I knew that it would be almost time, and I looked up at my neighbor, seeing him smile as if to himself and do a final, total body stretch that activated every muscle in his body. When he'd completed this movement (which nearly threw me over the edge) he smiled again and slowly felt his firm arm muscles with one hand, then the other arm with the opposite hand. That turned me on even worse, but then he reached into the waistband of his shorts and, as his pecs popped out in the movement, gave me a brief glimpse of his thick cock as he adjusted himself.

I shot my wad right there, keeping my mouth closed against the loud groan that tried to escape as I emptied my balls into my sink. The force of my orgasm was so strong that cum splattered against the wall, the faucet and even a few drops appeared upon the dishes in the drainer beside the sink. After the orgasmic blackness left my sight, I looked out and he was gone, and I cleaned myself and the sink area up before doing my dishes and retiring for the night.

I soon discovered that my 'friend' across the way worked out virtually every day, and ran five out of seven days, always carefully stretching on his porch about the same time each time. I had checked at one time what kind of return view his porch had into my kitchen and noted that, while he could see my upper body, from about my sternum down the window sill and sink blocked anything below that. So now I stood before the window on these evenings, stark naked and with my lubricant beside me, cum towels to the ready and the sink area cleared of 'innocents.' A few times he stroked his pecs as if to feel for himself how great they were, and once or twice he reached back and squeezed his ass cheeks as if to feel their firmness, but he always adjusted himself at the end of the stretch and this was where he 'showed me the money.' This never failed to flip my cum switch, and invariably, he was gone by the time I had recovered my sight.

About two weeks later, as I arrived home from work, I noticed a cab in front of our building and a few suitcases beside the open trunk. The cabby, on my greeting, nodded and made the comment, "sure hope they finish their argument so we can get out of here." As I walked towards my apartment, I could hear a full-scale war going on in the muscle stud's apartment, her shrill voice frequently and his somewhat quieter deep one every so often. I had just entered my apartment when I heard a door slam and running feet, and from my living room window saw the young woman angrily toss a couple more bags at the cabby and get into the back seat of the cab. The cabby shook his head, packed up the bags and closed the trunk, then got behind the wheel and drove off.

Just like clockwork, Jack (who's name I heard screamed repeatedly by the young woman, who's name was Barbara) came out in his split shorts and running shoes, the only different was the handprint on his cheek and a few scratches that marred the perfection of his right pectoral mound. Grimacing a bit as he stretched, he and I both went through our normal stretching exercises, but this time he didn't complete the ritual of adjusting himself, nor did he play with his body. He abruptly started down the stairs and disappeared from view. Sighing, my hardon still throbbing, I wiped the lube from my cock and pulled up my boxers.

I was just relaxing in front of the television, my cock still somewhat hard and rather disappointed that it hadn't cum, when a knock on the door startled me. I went to answer it, forgetting that I was only wearing my boxers, and found Jack standing on my porch! He was sweaty, his chest heaving from his workout, and he sheepishly told me he was locked out of his apartment. I let him inside, and he wandered about a bit before selecting a kitchen chair to sit in, claiming that he didn't want to sweat all over my good furniture. "My wife hates that, so I try to remember wherever I am," he said, grimacing a bit at the 'my wife' part. I asked him if he'd like some water or something, and he asked if there was any beer, so I opened a couple cold ones and handed him one. I must confess that having the real article in my house was really getting me hard, and my cock was already poking around my boxers trying to find the exit. It was also hard not to stare at this perfectly muscled man, and I guess I got a bit too obvious, for he glanced up into my burning gaze and then, strangely, smiled as he set down his now empty beer bottle.

"Hey, let me get us another," he said as he stood up and went to the fridge. I nodded dumbly, until I heard him say, "Gee, you've got a great view of my porch from here," and then "Funny place for lube. Wonder what you do with it here." Like a lightning bolt I remembered that I hadn't put away anything from my aborted session and was stammering a reply when Jack returned with not only the two bottles of beer, but also the lube and the towels. "I figure these might come in handy out here in a little while," he said, chuckling at my expression as he set them down on the table beside us. Handing me one of the beers, he took a long pull from his and, almost naturally, allowed one hand to move down to his lap, idly stroking the bulge in his shorts.

"Mind if I take off my shoes?" he said, and I shook my head as he unlaced and removed his shoes. Now, I'm not into a foot fetish, but this guy had some of the most sexy guy feet I'd ever seen. His hand came back to his crotch and returned to idly stroking himself, and then he began talking about his workouts. "Thanks for letting me inside. I don't know if you heard us earlier, but after the blowup with my wife, I just decided that I could work off some steam by doing my run. Guess I forgot to grab my keys, and the door locked behind me."

I smiled and dragged my eyes from his crotch and his expanding package to his eyes, which I noted idly were a deep blue. "No problem, Jack, by the way, my name's Mike. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier."

"That's fine, Mike. I feel as if I've known you since I moved in. At least, I've felt your gaze."

He laughed at my blush, then said, "C'mon, Mike. I've known that somebody was watching me since that first day, and I noticed a few times near the end of my stretching that you were always at your kitchen window. I didn't really make the connection until I found your lube beside the kitchen sink, and there's really only one use for it, right?"

Caught this way, and somewhat embarrassed by his rather accepting manner, I attempted to stammer out a reply when three things happened to answer for me. Jack's hand moved inside his shorts to adjust his manhood, allowing the first inch or two of his massive cock to peek out from the waistband. This, in turn, caused one of his huge balls to slip out through a leg hole and hang there to taunt me. These two events coincided with my cock finally finding the hole in my boxers and surging forth with glee, precum freely running down and staining my boxers, the piss slit flaring in excitement.

"Yep, that's what I thought," said Jack, as he slowly stood up and put his hands on the waistband of his shorts. "Guess I'll have to pay up now." He slowly pushed down his shorts to his ankles, revealing his heavy equipment and then kicked them off, standing now gloriously naked before me. His cock had begun to swell when my own popped out of my boxers, and now stood proudly from his body like the 11 inch flagpole it resembled. Heavy egg-sized balls hung behind this monster, large enough to be a force all by themselves. I'd noted earlier in staring at him that his body was uniformly smooth, with only a small trimmed patch of hair in his armpits. I saw now that he also trimmed down his pubic hair to a very small triangle just above his heavy equipment. "Don't you think you'd be more comfortable without those boxers?" he said, sitting down again and spreading his thick legs apart to let his balls hang free over the edge of the chair.

My mind frozen, I stood and automatically removed my boxers, returning to my chair and accidently mimicking his pose. He chuckled again and pointed to my left hand, which had assumed control and was busily stroking my angry cock and fondling my balls as my gaze locked onto his massive, gorgeous body. No matter what I wanted, my body had a mind of its own, and I definitely had plenty to look at as well as enough precum for lubricant!

Jack started pulling on his own meat, and soon 'us guys' were moaning and groaning as we jacked off before each other, although a small part of me was confused as to why Jack was getting so turned on. I KNEW what was pushing my buttons, but for Jack, a straight guy, I guessed that he must just like strange situations, not to mention that he had probably not gotten 'any' from his wife for those last two weeks. A particular movement by Jack caused his pecs to pump up, and that did it for me, my cum soaking my chest and abs as I pumped out what felt like buckets. The jet that flew over my shoulder must have pushed Jack's button somehow, for his orgasm hit then and he was busily soaking his own smooth muscled chest.

When we'd calmed down, Jack smiled weakly and handed me one of the cum towels while he wiped himself down carefully. He tossed his cum towel, now soaked with his essence, onto the table and stood up, stretching that magnificent body so that all his muscles stood out in high relief. "Mind if I take a quick shower?" he said, grinning at me as he noted my fixed stare at him.

"Not at all. You may use the leopard print towels in the bathroom. Would you like me to run your shorts through the washer?"

A genuine smile crossed his handsome face. "That would be great!" he said, as he headed for the bathroom. "When my shorts are dry I'll go see if the office is open or if a maintenance guy is around so that I can get into my apartment. Thanks, Mike." As the sound of the shower started and his voice modulated into some form of singing (really, he had a nice, deep singing voice), I put his shorts into the washer, quickly sniffing the crotch and inhaling the heady masculine scent of his equipment before I dropped them into the warm, sudsy water. I had just tossed the shorts into the dryer when Jack walked out of the bathroom, drying his blond hair with a towel.

While many men find a buffed, sweaty man a real turn-on, I have this thing for men right out of the shower. That clean soapy/shampoo fragrance from their bodies really gets me going, and as Jack lowered the towel, he saw and felt my fixed stare at his body, my nostrils flaring as I attempted to smell him from where I stood. He smiled again and moved closer to me until he stood close enough for our cocks to touch, and said, "Like what you see?" I nodded, and he lifted a muscled arm to expose the patch of hair in the pit. "Smell me all you want."

Time passed quickly as I snuffled my way over Jack's body. The soap and shampoo combined with his body chemistry wonderfully, and I hadn't even started to smell his crotch yet before my cock was rock hard and oozing precum again. He stood still throughout the entire fetish-feeding episode, only chuckling when my nose brushed the tip of his huge cock. The buzzer on the dryer invaded my snuffling, and I reluctantly got up and fetched Jack's shorts from the dryer. He smiled yet again and pulled them on, thanking me for cleaning them and allowing him to shower at my place. Seeing my hard cock, he smiled and then, reaching down, grasped it firmly, causing me to gasp in both shock and pleasure, and gently pushed me down into the chair.

"Mike, you might be thinking that I'm straight and that what we did here was just a strange twist for me, two guys jacking off together. What you don't know is why Barbara and I were fighting tonight." He knelt beside me, his hand turning to grasp my shaft while his other hand reached down to pull the front of his shorts down below his balls. "I knew that you were watching me, that's why I gave you a little show at the end of my equipment. That caused me no end of excitement, thinking that you were jacking off to me."

He moved around so that he was between my legs, his free hand now massaging my churning balls. "I got pretty exited, all right, for during my runs the combination of thinking of you and the fabric of the shorts rubbing against my cock would cause me to soak my shorts with my cum. I didn't want Barbara to notice, so I would stop by the bathroom in the park where I run and quickly rinse out my shorts so that she wouldn't suspect."

He sighed, and then continued to stroke and fondle my cock and balls, the precum drooling out of my slit and giving him all the lubrication he needed. "I was going to run tonight, but Barbara stopped me as I was getting undressed. She had been checking my shorts and found some cum that I hadn't got rid of, and had assumed that I wasn't running when I left the house. She was convinced that I was seeing another woman, and that the 'pecker tracks' were leftovers from the sex I'd just had."

His strong hands were doing their magic upon me, and my orgasm was drawing close. "I tried to tell her that there wasn't another woman, but she wouldn't listen, just ran around packing clothes and screaming at me all the while. Finally I told her the truth, why I was coming home with cum in my shorts, and who I was thinking about when I came. She froze in her tracks and asked if I was gay, and I told her that I still loved her, but that YOU were turning me on, so I guessed that I was bisexual. She didn't say anything after that, just went downstairs with her luggage to the cab and left."

He stopped speaking and worked my cock a bit more, moving close to me until his chest was almost at my crotch. "So, that's the story, Mike. I find you very attractive and I want this really bad." Without further ado, he opened his mouth and pulled my cock into it, going all the way down to my churning balls. I was in heaven, and seemingly, so was Jack, who's groans of pleasure echoed mine as he sucked my cock slowly and lovingly. Jack's monster cock had risen to full-mast again and I felt it bump against my leg as Jack continued vacuuming my root. He reached up and began playing with my balls, and again, his chest began flexing with his movement, this combined with the freshly showered scents of his body sending me over the edge.

He gobbled up my cum and, with a deep moan, shot his second load all over my leg, the arc of his shot reaching almost to my crotch, it was so powerful a blow. Ropes of cum dribbled down my thigh, catching in the light brown hair a bit as it attempted to ooze down to my knee and shin. Sighing with pleasure, Jack leaned forward and began using my leg like a lollypop, licking up his goo until my hair was matted with less cum and more of his saliva. Now he stood up and smiled, pulling me into a bear hug that I feebly tried to return. After a few more minutes, he released me and we collapsed, naked, back into the chairs.

"That was really great, Mike!" he said, taking a long, slow swallow from his beer. "I don't think I've ever had that good of sex in my life, even with Barbara."

That brought up a question of mine. "Um, Jack, how do you think Barbara's going to handle this? I mean, there are few women that can deal with sharing their husbands with another man and not get anything out of it themselves."

Jack just shrugged, then a bit more seriously said, "I don't think Barbara's coming back. When we were married just a few weeks, she had joked about leaving me for another guy just to get me jealous, and when I didn't get jealous, but was hurt deeply, she told me seriously that if she was ever leaving me for good to look in the bedroom and see if our wedding picture was turned face down. Before I went running, I noticed that the picture on our dresser was face down, and a note saying that she had enough was on it." He took another swig of beer and noticed that his body was still turning me on, my twice erupted cock was even now rising back to full erection.

"Guess it's time to take care of the little rascal again, huh?" he said with barely concealed lust. "Let's try another room, OK?"

I nodded, dumbly, and Jack picked up the lube and the unused towels before following me into the bedroom. I watched as he carefully spread the largest towel down upon my bed and then just as carefully, lay down and then look up at me. "Going to join me?" he said, one hand behind his head while the other idly stroked his thick right pec.

I believe that I 'transported' there, as I still don't know how I got onto the bed and was busily attempting to cover every square inch of Jack's muscled body with my own. His deep chuckle at my frenzied antics only spurred me on, for I could feel it emanating from his massive pecs through my own chest. During this light 'wrestling,' Jack's legs slowly moved as if by themselves open, then up my body until I realized that his calves were resting upon my shoulders. Looking down through a lust-filled haze, I noted that not only was his cock rock hard and his balls wriggling around like live things in his sac, but his asshole, smooth shaven and surrounded by thick butt meat, was pulsing in time to the throbbing of his cock.

"Go ahead," he whispered, "lube up and enter me..."

I needed no further enticement, my cock was yearning to plunge into that tightness, and with a squirt of lube upon my cock, I pressed against that undulating hole. Jack groaned and grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to him as he also wanted my cock up inside him. I felt something open up within him, and the portal was wide, allowing me to slip completely inside him right up to my balls. Jack groaned even louder, and I felt his asslips clamp around my cock, attempting to keep me inside him as long as possible.

"Fuck me, Mike, fuck me hard!"

Can't refuse an order like that from a Marine, I thought, as I slowly began deep thrusting, pulling out almost to the flair of my head, then pushing in all the way to my crotch, my balls slapping against his ass as I entered him. I purposely kept my eyes closed, knowing that his muscular chest, the object of my deepest fantasies, was flexing and forming high mountains of pec muscle and deep valleys between would cause me to erupt too soon. Jack's breathing became more and more ragged, and I wanted to fuck him a good long time, since I was reasonably sure that he was a virgin when it came to being fucked. I began timing my thrusting to his breathing, and was rewarded by a brilliant smile when I looked at his face, sweat dripping down his forehead and forming everywhere upon his body. I hastily closed my eyes, seeing his chest do its magic dance, and thrust faster and harder against his prostate.

He moaned deeply, and in one fluid movement, nearly sat up, clutching me to his massive chest while I was deep inside him. I could feel his pecs surge against me, the nipples pressing against mine and winning the battle as they pushed them back into my pecs. He pulled me back with him to the bed, and with a great chest contraction that echoed in his ass, began cumming, his cock trapped between our torsos and filling the limited space with gooey man juice.

That did it, and my own eruption began filling his insides, my cock swelling to what felt like double as I pumped my own man juice into his guts. Each of his contractions against my root squirted more of me into him, and soon, the squishy feeling between our bodies matched the squishy feeling inside him. I collapsed atop him, now thoroughly spent, and he held me lightly, like a lover, as we both drifted off to sleep, his breathing returning to normal and lulling me to sleep.

It was late by the time we woke up and realized that the office was now closed for the weekend. Jack groaned briefly and wondered how he was going to get into his apartment now to get clean clothes. I grinned, pulled him back to the bed and shoved my 'morning' hardon into his accepting mouth, saying, "Who needs clothes?" The mumbled agreement around my cock was all that needed to be said.