A gay sex stories: Laundry Room Paramedic
He’d lived in the same apartment building as me for about 6 months, I’d say, and I’d noticed him before. A ginger with a dusting of freckles. While that looked hot on him, that’s not why I really noticed him. I’d see him go out in the morning, heading to work in his paramedic’s uniform. It showed his body off beautifully. Maybe because it barely fit. He was about 6’3″ and very powerfully built. Not to the point of it being too much (I’m not really into the serious bodybuilders), but muscles showed on every inch of his body.
We’d occasionally say good morning, but that was about it. Then one day, I did one of my laundry runs to the basement laundry room, and there he was. Apparently, he was low on clean clothes, because he was in the laundry room in nothing but his white boxer briefs. As I walked in and saw him, I stopped dead in my tracks and probably looked like an idiot as I had no idea what to say or do.
He smiled a sort of crooked half-smile and said hi. I said hi back, and while I tried not to parade my interest in guys for the whole world to see, he’d have to be pretty dense not to know what I was thinking.
After enough time to feel I’d thoroughly embarrassed myself, I got my feet moving again and walked over to start my wash in two of the machines. Once they were started, I didn’t have much excuse to ignore him, unless I wanted to just walk out of the room and go back to my apartment. Really, a lot of times, I might have done that. I wasn’t usually terribly bold around hot guys. But I couldn’t just let this go. What was the worst that would happen, he’d ignore me forever? So I said, “Hi. I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced. I’m Mark.”
He smiled a full smile then, and said, “We haven’t. I’m Liam.” Liam. Of course, he’d be a Liam or Danny or Sean or something like that. He had that look. And then there were those eyes. Hazel with little flecks of green. Just stunning.
I said, “I’ve seen you around. Nice to finally meet.”
He laughed, “Well, I usually dress better than this!”
I couldn’t help myself. “I can’t imagine any clothes that could be better than how you’re dressed right now!”
“Yeah, my girlfriend likes this look, too.”
Well, damn. A girlfriend. Yes, of course he has a girlfriend. Or boyfriend or whatever he’s into. Can a complete stud like this ever lack for attention?
I just plowed on with my flirting. “She’s a lucky girl!”
And then something unexpected happened. He came closer. A lot closer. He was taller than me, so he was looking down as he stood very close to me and quietly said, “You think so?”
It felt like there was heat radiating off him. I nodded my head and said something brilliant, like “uh huh!”
He laughed softly. I figured there was nothing to lose at this point, so I didn’t try to hide my admiration, as my eyes moved from staring at his gorgeous eyes, down along his amazing abs, then tracking his treasure trail down to his… holy fuck, how much did he have in there? He wasn’t hard, but how did I not notice that huge package right from the start? I guess I’d been trying not to be too obvious when I was checking him out before, but wow!
He still was smiling at me. “Like what you see?”
“Who wouldn’t? But how does your girlfriend even handle that?”
His smile faded a little, as he said, “Honestly, she sometimes says it’s too much. Probably why we don’t do it more often.”
I was floored, both by his openness and by the idea of someone dating this amazing stud and not putting out every day!
“If you were mine, that wouldn’t be an issue! Too bad we’re not on the same team.”
Okay, Mark, where is this coming from? Really, I wasn’t usually so bold!
He smiled again. “Well, I’m kind of on both teams.”
My heart was pounding in my chest. This mega-stud I only casually knew was telling me he’s bi, and… what? Is he trying to get me to do something?
Then I noticed that while he wasn’t hard, his dick definitely had swollen some. In the nick of time, his dryer buzzed, so he was able to pull out some clothes and get dressed before someone else came in.
Then he started piling stuff into a laundry basket, and it was piled high. I knew a chance when I saw one, so I said, “Here, my stuff will be going a while. Let me help.” And I grabbed some jeans off the top of the pile and offered to carry them back to his place while he carried the basket.
He smiled broadly. We both knew what I really had in mind. But how far could this go?
We rode the elevator up to his floor, and I waited as he juggled his keys and the basket. He let us into his apartment. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I guess I thought this young (mid/late 20s to my late 30s), strapping stud would have a place that looked like a dorm room. Instead, it was beautifully decorated and very clean.
He turned to me and said, “you can toss those anywhere.” So I put the jeans over the back of a chair.
“Thanks again for the help, and I’m sorry if I caught you off guard.”
I said, “Nothing to be sorry for. And I guess I might as well just say it… fuck, you’re gorgeous!”
He laughed. “Even when I’m not down to my undies?”
I nodded. “Not like you look bad in those tight pants and that shirt!” Really, he knew how to dress to show off his shape, and he looked amazing.
Liam said, “I feel like I’m overdressed now.”
With that, my dick was going to tear out of my pants! “It’s your place. You should get comfortable!”
And he pulled the tail of his shirt free, and I said, “But hey, what about your girlfriend?”
He shrugged. “Well, she knows my friend Jerry likes to go down on me now and then, so why would she care about my making a new friend?”
I had no idea who Jerry was, but as long as I wasn’t being a homewrecker, I wasn’t going to miss a shot at a complete stud like this. I’m a little older than him and in decent shape, but I felt like nothing compared to this man.
I moved closer to him. “Want some help, Liam?” He smiled–damn, he had a gorgeous smile–and held his arms up, the muscles rippling as I pulled his shirt free and lifted it over his head.
“You know,” he said, “if we’re going to have any chance of this working well, it can’t just be about dicks and asses. I need more connection.” I might have looked slightly puzzled, and then he put a finger under my chin, tilted my head up and leaned in to kiss me. First a gentle kiss, and then deep probing kisses, as our hands were on the backs of each other’s heads.
I couldn’t believe it. This had to be a dream. The beautiful red hair I’d admired from afar, never wanting to risk getting my ass kicked by saying something too forward to its owner, was now between my fingers and my tongue wrestled with his.
Breaking our kiss long enough to respond to his last comment, I said, “I don’t think I’d object to that kind of connection, Liam.” He smiled and then was kissing me again. Then he stopped and said, “Let me show you around the place.”
He actually took me by the hand as he walked me through the apartment. “This is the master bathroom.” It was lovely, too, of course. It seemed that was Liam’s approach. “And this is my bedroom.”