The Way We Met – A Gay Erotica Finalist Story

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The last of the boxes unpacked had Max officially moved into Henry’s condo. The two sat down on the couch together, Max passing him a cold beer, tapped the neck of his bottle to Henry’s, “Cheers! To officially moving in together.” 

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“To us,” Henry replied before taking a sip. He let the cold lager slide down his throat and leaned against the man who’d become such an integral part of his life in such a short time. 

“We’re celebrating tonight, and I know exactly how.” Henry watched as Max sat up to face him, excitement illuminating his face, making his light blue eyes sparkle. Max pressed a kiss to Henry’s lips before continuing, “Give me five minutes,” then he stood and headed to the front door of their apartment. 

Henry stared at Max’s retreating form, “Are you… I mean, are we going to…?” 

Max turned back from the open door and faced Henry, “Babe, it’s the last day of my lease, and I thought it would be fun if we relive that day. It’s a way to celebrate our new beginning. But the clock’s ticking, I have to have the keys in the super’s hand by six-thirty. I’ll see you out there,” Max gave him a wink before he shut the door and locked it behind him. 

Henry answered the phone five minutes later. 

“Make sure your hands are free,” Max growled through the line. 

Henry shivered as he listened to his lover’s voice in his ear, so clearly, he could have been beside him though he wasn’t. “They are,” he hissed. 

“Good, step out on the balcony. I’m waiting for you. In fact, just the idea of doing this with you again has me so fucking close already.” 

“Don’t you dare cum without me,” Henry growled. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Babe, but you better hurry,” Max grunted, getting closer to his release. 

Henry, who was already moving in the same direction, stepped on to his deck immediately. He stepped to the railing and his eyes were immediately focused on Max as he sat down on the balcony of his former home. Shirtless now, he wore only his basketball shorts, just like the night of their first ‘hook-up’… 

On the last day of his lease on the apartment across from Henry’s, Max had planned a  special redo of the night they’d officially met during the pandemic lockdown, and Henry’s cock twitched with anticipation for the show he was about to receive.

Henry listened to Max’s words, painting a picture of the evening. Max first revealed that he knew Henry was watching him, how Max had known that Henry watched him doing calisthenics each afternoon when they couldn’t leave their homes. 

Henry loved to watch. Although it was difficult for Henry, he soon realized Max enjoyed the display. 

Five months ago… 

Henry felt the heat of the sun setting as he stepped onto a balcony. He was excited for the refreshing drink of the ice-cold beers he had, but even more eager to see the hot, sweaty man-candy who was below. He wondered what sort of workout this man would be getting today. He tilted the bottle to his lips and the cold liquid was barely touching his dry tongue when he heard something that made him move to the balcony railing. 

And just as the grunting gasp had predicted, there on the balcony diagonally below Henry’s was the sexy man Henry had been watching the past few weeks. Except for this time, it wasn’t the man doing burpees or lifting his dumbbells… this time the man sprawled on his lounger and his hand was rubbing the engorged cock beneath his shorts. 

He gripped the railing closer, staring down at the man as he tried to console himself on the deck below. Stretched out on a lounger, and in nothing but a pair of black basketball shorts, Henry watched the man’s hand flex beneath his waistband as he stroked himself. 

Henry pried his eyes away from the man’s crotch for a moment to take in the rest of him, but the angle of their balconies blocked his face, and if Henry moved further back, the man would undoubtedly catch him spying. He would rather be content with what little he could see.  

Henry’s eyes traveled over the tattoos covering muscular shoulders to a broad chest with a sprinkling of dark hair between his well-formed pecs that then tapered to a trail between his defined abs, disappearing beneath the shorts where his hand moved eagerly up and down. 

Henry put aside his forgotten beer and reached for the railing with both of his hands. He dare to look over the railing just a little further to see the spectacle the man below had unknowingly created. He licked his bottom lip, wishing he were licking the salt from the man’s skin. He wore grey joggers and his own cock was alive.

Henry let out a soft gasp as he watched the man’s movements quicken before he gripped the waistband of his shorts  with his other hand and yanked them down, exposing the thick, meaty cock thrusting through the man’s grip. Henry put his hand on his now hardened dick. He squeezed his legs through his pants, squeezing. Damn, he thought, it wasn’t just him that was going stir crazy during this lockdown.  

Henry claimed that he could feel the energy of the man on the balcony below. Then he sat down on his lounger, and the rest of Henry’s face was visible. Henry locked eyes with the lightest blue ones he’d ever seen. He gasped, frozen in place as he was caught spying… 

He continued to stroke his cock and gaze up at Henry, but he was still bold. 

Henry was still frozen in his spot, which he realized was a weak hiding place. He watched as the man used his free hand to place an ear-bud into his ear and then held his phone up.  

“You have your phone with you?” Henry gave him a nod.

Henry’s thoughts were racing a mile a minute. ‘He wants my number… wait am I actually going to give it to him? After this man possibly teased me intentionally with his sweaty exercising for the past three weeks, you better believe he was getting it.’ 

A few seconds after Henry called it out to him, his phone vibrated on the table beside him with an “unknown” caller flashing across it. Henry moved his finger slowly across the screen before raising the phone to the ear.  

A deep baritone voice filled Henry’s ear when the man said. “I’m Max, so now you have my name to call out when you cum.” 

Henry took in a sharp, deep breath. He thought, “My god, this man was brave.” “I suppose I should tell you mine and give you the same courtesy when you do the same… I’m Henry.” He told him, deciding to be equally bold. 

“Henry…” Max groaned his name as if testing the feel of it on his tongue. 

Henry’s eyes stayed glued to the movement of Max’s hand as he jerked his cock, running his thumb over the tip and collecting the precum gathered there. He then brought his thumb to his lips and sucked it into his mouth, groaning at his own taste, all while keeping his eyes locked on Henry’s. 

“I couldn’t take you watching me anymore and I just had to do something about it. If it weren’t for this fucking quarantine lockdown, I would have knocked on your apartment door weeks ago.” 

“You would have?” Henry, shocked by this whole situation, didn’t even try to hide the emotion from his voice. 

“One-hundred percent, and if I keep listening to that sexy voice of yours, I’m going to blow my load any minute.” 

“Do you want me to stop talking?”

“Fuck, no!” 

“Well, what do you want me to do then?” Henry asked. 

Max’s light blue eyes sparkled in the setting sun when he demanded, “Tell me what you have been looking at for the past three weeks and touch your cock while you do it.” 

Henry swallowed the nervous anticipation. He really was going to do that?  Max looked at him and continued to stroke his cock, waiting for Henry’s decision. Funny enough, it made Henry’s decision easy. It was a good thing he did. 

Henry took a deep breath and said, “I would watch your muscles flex as you moved, and the sweat trickle down your naked torso. I would listen to you grunt while you lift your weights and wonder if you would grunt like that when you thrust your cock into someone for the first time.” 

“Fuuuccckkk!” Max hissed, and Henry watched him stroke his cock faster. 

“Is that the sound you make?” Henry whispered. 

“That depends…” Max answered with a sly smile gracing his lips. Henry observed him reaching for his cup with his free hand and pulling his legs. He groaned, and he lifted his hips up to pump his dick through the tightly-formed fist. 

“Depends on what?” Henry demanded, not taking his eyes off the scene below. 

“I guess it depends on whether I am the one doing the fucking or the one getting fucked.” 

It was Henry’s turn to let out a groan. While they’d been speaking, his hand slipped beneath his own waistband and now stroked his length with the rhythm Max set. 

“How close are you?” Max demanded. 

“So close,” Henry gasped. 

“Tell me more,” Max’s hand moved faster up and down the length of his cock, making Henry stroke his faster. 

“I wish I were there right now. I wish it was my lips wrapping around your thick cock. I wish it was my throat you were about to blow your thick creamy load down…” 

It was those last heated whispered words that had both men cumming all over themselves… 

Henry lay still struggling to catch his breathe on his lounger. Henry lay on his back, his cum-covered abs wrapped around his ankles in his joggers. He lay there in a haze of post-orgasmic satisfaction when he heard the click of the front door opening, and knowing it was Max, Henry didn’t bother to move.  

A sultry smile formed on his lips when he felt the first swipe of Max’s tongue near his  belly button, slowly licking the cum from his body. When Max’s wandering tongue moved over his sensitive tip, he moaned. This made his skin itch again. Max licked over Henry’s length, making sure he consumed every drop.  

Max licked his way up Henry’s body. “I hope you enjoyed the show as much as I just enjoyed my snack,” he said, his face just above Henry’s now. 

Henry finally opened his eyes to see the man above him. Cupping Max’s firm jawline in his hands, Henry replied, “I can’t believe we…” His brown eyes searching Max’s bright blue ones as he trailed off. 

“Yeah, I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate the last night of my lease and the first night of us living together than by re-enacting that first night.” 

Henry watched Max closely as he hovered over him. He pulled Max’s face towards his, and just before he pressed their lips together, he said, “I fucking love you, Max.” Henry deepened the kiss, tasting himself on Max’s tongue. 

“And this time is so much better,” Henry continued against Max’s lips. 

“Because now we can do this?” Max asked, pressing his body flush against Henry’s, making them both groan. 

“Yes,” Henry hissed against Max’s lips, “But now we get to do so much more.” Henry wrapped his arms around Max, making room for him between his muscular thighs, grinding his thick cock against him, ready for another round. But this time, it would be a much more up-close and personal kind of fucking…

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