leaning forward and kissing his hands flashed through my mind, as my libido struggled to take control of my mind and body and make me live out my fantasies.

He had a smirk on his face, as he said, "Enjoying the view?"

"Huh?" I said.

"Man, at first I couldn't figure out what was up with you staring at me all the time. Then I saw that sticker on your back window, and realized you are probably gay. Are you gay?" he asked.

"Fuck! It's that damned Human Rights Campaign sticker on the back window! ARGH!!!!" I thought to myself.

"Dude, did you hear me. Are you gay?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure am." I replied.

"So, you have a thing for me or what?" he asked.

"Huh?" I replied.

He laughed and said, "Man, I'm just teasin' ya. You are SO busted. I know you've been checkin' me out. It's cool. It's kinda hot knowing a guy has the hots for me." He said as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

I felt like I was going to melt. His hand was warm and strong, and he shook me a bit and said, "Are you alright?"

Just then, a neighbor approached. "Everything ok, officer?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. Everything is fine. Thanks for asking." He replied.

"Great. Have a good evening." The neighbor said as he walked on.

"Looks like you've been doing some grocery shopping. Let me help you carry those in," he said as he opened my car door. I stepped out, and though I was a bit taller, his presence was HUGE!

I was in a full panic, despite his efforts to get me to relax. We each grabbed a bunch of bags, and then he followed me to my unit. I was fumbling with the keys, before dropping them. I was so nervous I honestly thought I was going to pass out. Every fantasy I had ever had about this guy was flashing through my mind, and I wondered if he had any idea how many times I had jacked off fantasizing about him. He put his bags down, and picked up my keys.

"Here, move, let me do it," he said as he unlocked the door. He opened the door and stood with his back against it, looking right into my eyes as I passed him. I could feel the heat of his body, and smell his masculine scent. I knew I was rock hard, and as I heard him come in and shut the front door, I was trembling so bad, I could barely pick anything up.

"Put the cold stuff away," I told myself as I tried to distract myself from what was going on by assigning myself other tasks.

I grabbed the two bags of cold items and knelt down to put the vegetables in the crisper drawer in the fridge. When I was done, I reached up to close the fridge, and realized he was standing right behind it. He was holding a pint of sour cream directly in front of his cock and said, "This should probably go in there."

I reached out, expecting him to hand it to me, but he didn't. Instead, he held it still in front of his cock. I looked up at him, and he was looking down at me with a half smile on his face.

"Are you going to take it or do you want me to give it to you?" he