NakedReadyGuy
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This is my first time post a story, it's a bit of slow build one, as I think it's more interesting to build up.
Edge is his name, just Edge and nothing else. He told me he had it legally changed to that, but I'm not sure if he was just yanking my chain. He's a tall skinny Jewish guy, with neat dark hair and seemed to live up to his name. Anyway, I met Edge when he moved in next door to me and from then on, things were very interesting. He'd play his metal music at night, but I never complained. I was always the kind of guy that tried to give people a break, even when it meant having to put up with something. He'd speak to me when I passed him in the hallway and everything was cool, but it got awkward after something happened.
One morning, I decided that I would go out a little earlier for a run than usual and right as I stepped out the door; Edge was in his door way, getting his paper in just a t-shirt and no pants. I tried to pretend I hadn't seen anything, but he already knew I had.
“Sorry,” I said
He replied, “Don't worry about it.”
He kind of smirked at me and shut the door, he obviously was not embarrassed. He was huge and that was just when he was flaccid, I couldn't imagine how big he was when hard. I went for my run and threw in a couple of extra laps just to calm myself down after what I had just seen. It helped some, but when I went into work, I kept seeing Edge standing there without his pants on and smirking at me. I didn't want to get the wrong idea; he may have just been playing off his embarrassment and not flirting. I didn't know, so I just put it out of my head. When I came home, I was hoping I wouldn’t run into him again just yet and was glad that I didn't.
Later that night, as I did some balance sheets for work before bed, I noticed that no metal music was playing as it usually did. It was good to have some quiet, but it wasn't exactly quiet, as I started to here a sound, a moaning one and some very dirty talk. It was Edge and it sounded like he was having fun with himself, as I didn't hear another voice. I found myself more and more intrigued by the moaning, it was starting to get me aroused. I squeezed my hard on and started to stroke it, but no sooner than I started, the noises stopped. What a tease that was and I felt like a loser for even trying to get off on something like that. I hadn't been with a guy before, not even a kiss, so my sexual energy was pent up and almost ready to explode. I turned over and went to sleep; hoping the feeling of being a loser would be gone when I woke up.
The next day was Saturday and I had nothing to do but think about the next work week. I sat on my patio and crunched numbers in my mind; such is done in the spare time of an accountant. My thinking was interrupted when Edge walked out on his patio, talking on the phone. He was shirtless, showing that he had a ring in both of his nipples. I had always thought I liked how nipple rings looked, so I tried to sneak a peek without him seeing and managed to do so, since he was involved in his phone call. His jeans fit right, but hung off him just enough to show the top of his boxer briefs. His body has the right muscle tone, defined, but not bulky. Once he hung up, I diverted my eyes in another direction. He sat down and lit up a cigarette, I felt him look over at me and I didn't want to immediately look back at him, just so he didn't think I was anxious or something. (Edge speaks in red, Jim in Blue).
“You said your name is Jay, didn't you?”
“Jim.”
“That's it. I'm guessing you remember that I'm Edge.”
“Yep.”
“This is a pretty good neighborhood, isn't it?”
“I like it, rent's pretty good.”
“But, not a whole lot of people to meet around here, not like us.”
“Us?”
“You know.”
I didn't say a word, again, trying not to seem anxious.
“I didn't mean to get in your business, just got the vibe.”
“I can't lie. Yes, I like guys.”
“Your family know?”
“No, they'd lose it if ever they knew.”
“Got it. Never been close to mine, so it don't matter much if they know or not.”
I was getting nervous, this conversation was becoming personal and I was trying hard not to come off wrong. I kept my head down and Edge noticed how I would quickly glance over at him and then look away.
“You know, you can look at me if you like. I mean, you did see my dick hanging out after all.”
That's when I got really embarrassed and almost went inside, but Edge had something else to say.
“I'm just messing with you 'cause you act so quiet, I can't help but tease a quiet guy, get a rise out him.”
“I need to get back inside anyway, need to write some thoughts for work down, before I lose them.”
He winked at and then gave me the same smirk he did when I saw him without his pants. I went back inside and took a deep breath. He had me wide open, my stomach was in knots. Edge was the kind of guy who made you feel dirty, but in a good way and I knew now that there probably was no turning back at this point....
Edge is his name, just Edge and nothing else. He told me he had it legally changed to that, but I'm not sure if he was just yanking my chain. He's a tall skinny Jewish guy, with neat dark hair and seemed to live up to his name. Anyway, I met Edge when he moved in next door to me and from then on, things were very interesting. He'd play his metal music at night, but I never complained. I was always the kind of guy that tried to give people a break, even when it meant having to put up with something. He'd speak to me when I passed him in the hallway and everything was cool, but it got awkward after something happened.
One morning, I decided that I would go out a little earlier for a run than usual and right as I stepped out the door; Edge was in his door way, getting his paper in just a t-shirt and no pants. I tried to pretend I hadn't seen anything, but he already knew I had.
“Sorry,” I said
He replied, “Don't worry about it.”
He kind of smirked at me and shut the door, he obviously was not embarrassed. He was huge and that was just when he was flaccid, I couldn't imagine how big he was when hard. I went for my run and threw in a couple of extra laps just to calm myself down after what I had just seen. It helped some, but when I went into work, I kept seeing Edge standing there without his pants on and smirking at me. I didn't want to get the wrong idea; he may have just been playing off his embarrassment and not flirting. I didn't know, so I just put it out of my head. When I came home, I was hoping I wouldn’t run into him again just yet and was glad that I didn't.
Later that night, as I did some balance sheets for work before bed, I noticed that no metal music was playing as it usually did. It was good to have some quiet, but it wasn't exactly quiet, as I started to here a sound, a moaning one and some very dirty talk. It was Edge and it sounded like he was having fun with himself, as I didn't hear another voice. I found myself more and more intrigued by the moaning, it was starting to get me aroused. I squeezed my hard on and started to stroke it, but no sooner than I started, the noises stopped. What a tease that was and I felt like a loser for even trying to get off on something like that. I hadn't been with a guy before, not even a kiss, so my sexual energy was pent up and almost ready to explode. I turned over and went to sleep; hoping the feeling of being a loser would be gone when I woke up.
The next day was Saturday and I had nothing to do but think about the next work week. I sat on my patio and crunched numbers in my mind; such is done in the spare time of an accountant. My thinking was interrupted when Edge walked out on his patio, talking on the phone. He was shirtless, showing that he had a ring in both of his nipples. I had always thought I liked how nipple rings looked, so I tried to sneak a peek without him seeing and managed to do so, since he was involved in his phone call. His jeans fit right, but hung off him just enough to show the top of his boxer briefs. His body has the right muscle tone, defined, but not bulky. Once he hung up, I diverted my eyes in another direction. He sat down and lit up a cigarette, I felt him look over at me and I didn't want to immediately look back at him, just so he didn't think I was anxious or something. (Edge speaks in red, Jim in Blue).
“You said your name is Jay, didn't you?”
“Jim.”
“That's it. I'm guessing you remember that I'm Edge.”
“Yep.”
“This is a pretty good neighborhood, isn't it?”
“I like it, rent's pretty good.”
“But, not a whole lot of people to meet around here, not like us.”
“Us?”
“You know.”
I didn't say a word, again, trying not to seem anxious.
“I didn't mean to get in your business, just got the vibe.”
“I can't lie. Yes, I like guys.”
“Your family know?”
“No, they'd lose it if ever they knew.”
“Got it. Never been close to mine, so it don't matter much if they know or not.”
I was getting nervous, this conversation was becoming personal and I was trying hard not to come off wrong. I kept my head down and Edge noticed how I would quickly glance over at him and then look away.
“You know, you can look at me if you like. I mean, you did see my dick hanging out after all.”
That's when I got really embarrassed and almost went inside, but Edge had something else to say.
“I'm just messing with you 'cause you act so quiet, I can't help but tease a quiet guy, get a rise out him.”
“I need to get back inside anyway, need to write some thoughts for work down, before I lose them.”
He winked at and then gave me the same smirk he did when I saw him without his pants. I went back inside and took a deep breath. He had me wide open, my stomach was in knots. Edge was the kind of guy who made you feel dirty, but in a good way and I knew now that there probably was no turning back at this point....
