SAM'S TRAVELS By Mike Austin
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Our guys have now moved across country. Sam's job has been successful but not nearly as much as Scott's. The young stud legal eagle was snapped up by a Mergers and Acquisition firm even before passing the bar and getting his license. His rapid ascent over the past 2 years at the firm, even surprised his folks who encouraged him to buy a bigger place and get married, start a family. The pressure was growing at work and from his family and there'd been a new "interest" surface in his life that complicated his and Sam's continued life together. Sam realized Scott's new "interest" and stress that Scott faced was impacting his own life and their future. The pair grew more and more tense. When Scott began "sleeping away" for a single night, then a weekend, then apart for a week, Sam faced the fact that their long run was over and he had to move on and find himself again. They agreed to split. Sam found a small luxury high-rise apartment downtown near work and over a weekend, made the emotional and physical split. There were tears, and both agreed to remain friends, but knew that time was against them and there would always be new "interests" and demands that would prevent them reuniting.
Sam's new place was a short-term rental with the unit owner already having leased it to a married couple who would be returning from their round-the-world cruise. So no sooner than he'd gotten moved into his new place, he began looking for a starter home of his own. While life personally sucked, he'd gotten a corner unit on the 10th floor overlooking the city skyline. The sun woke him by day and the city lights lulled him to sleep at night. The value add was meeting Jerry, the facility maintenance guy, who'd dropped out of a high stress job in the city's financial district and lived off his investments and basic income working for the facility. From Jerry's standpoint, life couldn't be sweeter; simple life, steady income and all the hot sex a 14-story building of mostly guys could provide. The weekend that Sam moved into #10-01, his a/c unit started making a rattle noise, that he knew shouldn't exist. He phoned the 24 hr service number. Jerry was working on the floor replacing some burned out hallway bulbs and got the page. At the door knock, Sam tensed and peered through the security hole in the door to see a handsome brunette with a short Roman beard, grinning back at him. He opened the door and Jerry pointed to his name on a uniform shirt, then held up his phone and said he was answering the page about an a/c noise. After scoping out the chest hair poking from the uniform shirt collar, Sam invited the stud inside and Jerry took it from there and remarked "check valve has failed, got one in the shop down in the basement, give me 10 minutes and we'll get you all fixed up". Sam watched as Jerry left the unit, went to the service elevator and grinned back at #10-01, then stepped into the freight elevator and disappeared. Sam's heart raced. Within 10 minutes, the door knock announced Jerry's return and Sam damn near tripped over a box getting to the door. Jerry began, "Mr. Davidson, I'll need you to sign this work ticket while I'm replacing the valve if you don't mind, there's no charge of course but have to account for labor and inventory, oh and by the way, my card is attached if you need help with anything off my regular work hours at the property" at which point Jerry flashed Sam a beaming smile and winked, then returned to completing the check valve replacement and the return of silent a/c unit operation. Sam noticed Jerry's tight athletic ass and full package in his uniform pants. They shook hands and Sam fumbled for a tip to give Jerry. "No sir, no tipping allowed, we insist, but just keep my card and let me know if I can help you off hours". Jerry exited and waved as he made his way back to the freight elevator and disappeared. Sam had to go jack off thinking of the hot maintenance man who'd just lit his fire.
A week went by and sitting alone at the end of the day and after a shower and store-prepared meal, Sam felt like wine and called Jerry's number. The mellow voice answered, "yes Mr. Davidson, how can I help"? Sam paused for a moment wondering how Jerry had his number, then it dawned on him that Jerry would have had all the building tenant numbers. "Well uh, please, call me Sam, I just uh, finished supper and was going to have some wine and wondered, uh, if you, well, if you were free and would like to join me, it's a good year"? The short silence was followed by "sure thing will be up in a few, just finished a shower". Sam was nervous, got a second glass, shed his Crocs, then changed shirts to a loose fitting T and emerged just as the doorbell chimed. Jerry wore white shorts, a white-yellow-red and blue guitar Monterrey Jazz Festival t-shirt and blue flip-flops. His furry legs, arms and chest stirred Sam's already horny dick and pulsed to a near-painful throbbing hard-on. Jerry's broad grin told all as he closed the door behind himself and pressed Sam's chest easing him back toward the wide armless sofa with the city skyline gleaming beyond. Jerry's right arm encircled Sam's waist and pulled the new tenant into his arms and against his chest. Jerry pressed his crotch against Sam's and then closed the gap between their faces, kissing Sam deeply and passionately. Sam went limp in Jerry's arms and kissed back with equal energy and passion. Jerry being taller and more athletic than Sam made the lift and carry to the bed action almost effortless. Jerry tossed Sam on the bed and both men moved rapidly to strip each other. Soon both were engaged in deep French kisses, both sets of hands and arms, legs and feet grappling to touch the others' body. The two stiff and leaking dicks were like swords fighting for presence though it was clear Jerry would easily top our boy Sam. In one fluid move, Jerry hoisted Sam's legs up and back and dove into Sam, penetrating him solidly. Sam was stunned but relished the dominance and aggression that Jerry brought to the bedroom. Their fuck ebbed and eased then resumed for over an hour before Sam screamed "I can't hold off any longer, I'm................" and came with more cum volume intensity than he'd done in a few years. Jerry continued his pounding and soon Jerry's own orgasm flooded Sam, before collapsing on the now-limp sex partner beneath him. Sam realized that night, how he and Scott's passion and intensity had waned; and how very much he wanted that intense physicality again. Jerry stood, led Sam to the shower and both reveled in each other, beneath the warm water and rain head shower fixture. They finished the wine. Jerry left and Sam slept soundly; not even waking before or to his alarm. His sore ass was a tell-tale sign of the night's passion and he phoned his boss and begged off a vacation day, then rolled over and went back to sleep clutching several body pillows he'd bought recently. An hour later, he was fixing a light breakfast and savoring the fresh-brewed dark roast coffee that he saved for weekends.
Sam used the day off to begin his new home search, having a bit under 6 months to buy a place and get it repaired, remodeled or refreshed. He made a list, drove by four places, immediately ruled out two and made arrangements to see the other two with an agent, Darrell Gregson. The older man was an excellent resource, Sam would learn, and they searched over thirty properties in the two months working together before narrowing the final selection to four spots. One was overpriced and the seller wouldn't budge on a price, after a week of back and forth negotiating. Two others were going to require more cost and time to remodel than the nearing end of Sam's lease would allow. Over wine and before a fuck one night, Jerry mentioned a buddy of his who was a handyman/general contractor, in case Sam needed one to update his new place. Jerry sent Sam, Andy Kidd's cell number for reference, before bedding him that night. Both guys slept deeply after their intense fuck. Sam met Darrell at the small starter house he found in Colony Park Estates at 115 Manor Drive. "It just might be the one" he declared to Mr. Gregson as they began their walk-through of the property. His agent explained, the home needs some upgrades but is a 2 bedroom/2 bath mid-century brick bungalow painted white with dark green trim and a detached upsized 1-car garage. The overgrown patio separating the garage and house is large enough for a hot tub and firepit or small lap pool. There are palms across the backyard fence and a chain link fence between the neighbors on either side. The neighbor at 117 Manor Drive is an elderly couple w/a caregiver daughter who commutes daily into the city. The neighbor at 113 Manor is unknown, but has a wonderful patio and pool as his garage is attached to the house, gaining added backyard space. Sam makes an offer, puts down purchase funds and the Seller is eager to close and agrees to a mid-month closing. That gives Sam 6-7 weeks after closing to remodel the home and get moved before his current lease ends. He gets access before closing, selects Jerry's hunky contractor, Andy, and they agree to the essential upgrades and costs, with plans for further work at a later date. Andy's demo work began the day of closing after already taking measurements and ordering new appliances, cabinetry and fixtures for the bathrooms. The windows were fair and Sam told Andy to order them but not schedule the installation until after the move-in. The HVAC replacement equipment had the longest lead time and Andy admitted it may be a close call on timing.
Andy was 39, a sexy furry blonde about 6' tall with a full beard, broad shoulders and butch butt. His broad chest was hairy as were his arms and legs and Sam hoped to find out if his ass was as furry. And oh yeah, he showed a major package, not at all bunched up but always fully displayed. The small crew he brought to begin the demolition included two Latino brothers, both lean and muscular; a young Asian laborer guy who was lean and Jow amazed Sam at his strength and learned that Jow was a martial arts instructor at a nearby gym. Keith was a jack-of-all-trades sort, 40ish, black hair, deep blue eyes that made Sam swoon, a deep Southern voice and long dick that trailed down his left leg. Sam would learn just how long and thick over the next few weeks of work. At the end of the first day, before the crew left the house, Sam showed up with beers, water, iced tea and pizzas. All enjoyed the Thank You and Sam got to know each of the guys a lot better. Jow was reluctant to drink or eat any pizza, but gave in and was social, giving some demonstrations of his martial arts skills and acrobatics. All were impressed. The routine would be that every day after work, Sam would drop by, assess the progress, meet with Andy about issues or scheduling then go back to the condo and begin packing. Often, Jerry played a big role in Sam's after work tasks; either banging Sam for all he was worth or skullfucking him until both collapsed.
At work, most of the other staffers were involved, except a recent hire named Logan Welch. The fresh from college little hunk was new to town, had taken an apt miles from work and was already regretting the long commute each way. Sam overheard the complaints and approached Logan with an interim idea. Logan could save some gas and time if he didn't mind bunking at Sam's place Monday through Thursday nights? Sam invited Logan to supper after work one day and gave him the guided tour. Logan was awed and said he couldn't pay much in rent, at which point Sam waved off the topic and suggested he just foot the bill on some food or pizzas every week and call it even. Sam had ideas about forms of compensation that he and Logan could arrange. Logan was 25, 5'8", 165#s and had soft dark brown eyes and was a lightly furried cub. Sam thought he was cuddly and hoped to cuddle soon enough. Sam explained that the wide sofa was easily the size of a twin bed and that it made up easily. They could walk to work each day and save a lot in Logan's gas costs. It was agreed and all set. Logan showed up at Sam's office at the end of the day with a duffle bag and his requisite back pack and the pair walked the short distance to #10-01. Jerry was working in the hallway as Sam and Logan exited the elevator. Jerry gave Sam a grin and thumbs up as he noted the handsome young Logan. Sam grew a bit jealous but dismissed it just as fast. "Monday night is often pizza night for me" Sam advised. Logan jumped at the idea and after getting Logan's preferences, Sam placed his order. Logan took the lead and paid the delivery guy, who was "very friendly", noted Logan. Sam almost blushed at Logan's observation. They enjoyed the pizza, Logan prepped the sofa for his bed, hit the head and showered, then came back and sorted through some clothes for Tuesday and both guys crashed. Sam scoped out Logan's furry body fresh from his shower and made sure to beat off before sleep. The next morning both guys took turns in and out of the bathroom and shower and learned a routine pretty quickly, going forward. While never getting into the sack with Logan while sharing #10-01, Logan did come out to Sam after the housewarming party. Jerry however, did tap young Logan about two weeks after beginning his in-town living arrangements w/Sam. Sam was envious but didn't want to risk tensions at work; well not yet at least. It was after the housewarming party though, that the duo connected and 69-ed for hours. Sam enjoyed the cum volume the young cub gave up and Logan loved edging Sam for long periods before letting him unload.
On the 3rd day of demo when Sam dropped by the house; he got his first glimpse of the neighbor at 113 Manor. He was working around his pool, shirtless and handsome, and unaware of Sam's attention. After the housewarming, he'd play a larger role in being neighborly. Over the final 6 weeks of remodeling and Sam's daily visits and often week-end visits as well, Sam met the elderly couple Mr. and Mrs. Edison and their daughter/caregiver Lisa Anne and learned that their son, Navy Lt. Race Edison was stationed in Hawaii at a base on Oahu. He did some sort of high-tech stuff, all pretty hush hush and Lisa, as Sam would address her, was an RN at the main county hospital downtown. Sam learned that her days were very long, up early to get the folks ready for the day, a commute, long day shift then return commute before a moderately long night routine with the folks before grabbing a few hours sleep and repeating it all the next day. Once settled in, Sam would offer Lisa some weekend time of her own, which she would ultimately learn to appreciate and enjoy. The Edisons were delightful people Sam determined, not unlike his own parents, whom he missed. The Edisons announced who lived along Manor Drive and at last, #113; Christopher (Chris) Lensol, who was single like Sam, very cordial and often brought over lunch or sometimes prepared supper for the Edison family, giving Lisa a break from cooking after a long workday. Sam learned that Chris was a writer and understood why he was usually at home.
The first week of demo at the house was unnerving for Sam. He saw what was a once habitable and satisfying home for someone, reduced to a shell and by the end of the week, the house that was, was now in the landfill. How many lives and memories were taken away, pondered Sam? As he was standing there reflecting on the empty shell of a home, Andy walked up behind him. Andy wrapped his muscular arms around Sam and whispered, "I don't usually reach out to my clients like this but you look like you could use some support right now". Sam replied with a slight tear in eye, "it just seems so empty, not the rooms but the loss of people's lives who had lived here and are gone like their home" Sam leaned into Andy for comfort before regaining his composure. Andy lifted Sam's chin up with one hand and kissed his client softly at first and then as Sam embraced Andy, they kissed more intensely. Andy maneuvered Sam to the back bedroom and even though empty, continued kissing and embracing his client. Sam broke away slightly, dropped to a squat before Andy and hauling out the big cock, began sucking and deepthroating the contractor and support mechanism for all this effort at present. Andy's hands held Sam firmly as the younger client bobbed rapidly back and forth on the growing cock. Andy hissed that "Jerry was right about your cocksucking skills for damned sure Sam" as the client cocksucker, vacuumed the rigid cock. In less than 5 minutes Andy was blasting wads of cum down Sam's throat. The gulping finally ended and Andy's sole remark was "WHEW"! Both guys broke into laughter as Andy tosseled Sam's hair and hoisted him back upright. Sam gave Andy head often over the next few weeks. They discussed a few timing matters then Andy offered to take Sam to dinner, but Sam declined reminding Andy of Logan's co-habitation. Andy winked and remarked "yeah Jerry tapped that and says it's SMOKIN HOT" and again both laughed aloud.
The next day when Sam made his visit, he found the handsome Chris outside the Edison's front door handing over a crockpot meal. All waved at each other and after saying thank yous, Chris left the Edison's and stopped off to meet his new neighbor Sam. They shook, did their bio intros and Sam invited Chris in for the Current and To-Be Tour. Sam was charming and Chris was fascinated at the proposed transformation in such a short timeframe and admitted that Sam's contractor must be a miracle worker and wanted his number as a future reference for some work he'd planned at #113. Chris was in baggy shorts and loose T, sneakers and a baseball cap. He didn't show much package, but Sam would learn that Chris was a "grower". After the brief tour, Sam commented on Chris' lovely pool and patio area and that his own plan was either a hot tub and firepit on a patio or a patio and lap pool, but that he was undecided as yet. Chris remarked that "a pool takes a good bit of work to maintain but that to be safe, so does a hot tub". With that Chris begged off and they ended the visit. Sam wondered about the neighbor he'd just met, was he a Top or a Bottom or was he Vers??? He made the drive back to #10-01 and found it empty. He surmised that Logan and Jerry might be hard at it? He tossed a meal in the microwave and was eating when Logan showed up, with Jerry and a very large bottle of wine. It had been a long day and Sam begged off, hitting the sack early and soon after, Jerry left Logan as well for the night.