My Neighbor's Shorts

The first time I saw him was at the gym in my apartment complex. A small dimly lit concrete box with some weights and moldy shower room that no one really used very much. He was toweling off his hairy, husky body as I was going into the shower to rinse off. He was bald with a stache and he gave me a small nod as I passed him. On the floor was a jock and a pair of his shorts and the image burned into my mind right then.

As i was showering off, he came in and grabbed his shorts off the floor and wrung them out. shit, I had hoped he would leave them there and I could bring them home with me.
A couple of weeks later I was in the laundry room and he was in there waiting for his washer to finish. He was wearing just a pair of cut off jeans and he gave me the same straight-guy nod as he kicked back in his chair. he must have known how he turned me on because as time went by his shorts became less and less held together as he casually moved his big legs back n forth with the motion of the washer.

I could see his laundry basket sitting on the floor next to him as he casually scratched his crotch and relaxed in the humid laundry room air. It looked as if he was getting harder as he waited for his wash and I stared at his laundry basket full of cum stained shorts and ripe tee-shirts.

He was driving me crazy and he knew it. He but his hands behind his head and strtched back on his chair. I could smell his pits and got a glimpse of a nut escaping from between his legs.


After he had driven me completely crazy with lust, and he had finished his wash, he put himself more or less back together and left the laundry room with the same straight-boy nod, only this time with a sly grin. He knew I was stupid-horny for him. So I don't think it was an accident that as he walked out the laundry room door he dropped some clothes on the floor without noticing or stopping to pick them up. they were mine now, and he wouldn't see them again.