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ding dong!
I was sat, in the empty living room filled with boxes when somebody rang the doorbell. Reluctantly, I stood up from the pile of screws and wooden boards on the floor to answer the doorbell. Outside the door was a calico cat dressed up in stripy short shorts and an unbuttoned green Hawaiian shirt. Had I seen him before? “I have a parcel for… Y/N. is that you?”
“Yeah” I replied “have we met? You look familiar.”
“Uhh” he mumbled “you might have seen me at the beach? I go there quite often to surf”
I signed the form for him and took the parcel “seems right… thanks” i turned around and shut the door, i looked into the mirror, one of the few things put up on the walls so far and saw my cheeks glow a subtle pink.
For the rest of the day I finished a few more shelves and chairs, the music from my new cd player playing through the open windows which let me smell the sweet salty air. The sun outside was setting fast leaving streaks of orange across the sky and it was now nine o’clock. Seeing the time, I decided I would sleep ready for my new job in the morning. God, I had completed three years in university just to work at the counter of a movie theatre. On a Saturday as well! At least it wasn’t minimum wage.
Pulling up outside the theatre in my run down ford I parked in one of the staff spots all the way round at the back of the building and walked past a man crouched next to the wall smoking something who probably shouldn't be there but I was too scared to tell him. Inside the theatre the sweet smell of popcorn attacked my nostrils as a bubbly, overjoyed woman in a big pink bow walked over “Hello Y/N! Well, I'm assuming you’re Y/N,”
“Ye-” I started but she just carried on.
“You will be working at the counter over there with me for the first day until you get the hang of this, then you can be at your own counter to the left of me! Good? Let’s go!”
She showed me how to use the screen, and then went to the bathroom, trusting me to use the screen. Looking at the screen I nearly zoned out until somebody walked up to the desk “hey red-face, it’s me, meowscles again.” he grinned.
Shit! Had he seen my face yesterday? Well obviously he did, there isn’t really a need for rhetoricals.“Which movie have you come to see today, sir?” I stuttered hastily.
“Ah, I was looking to see wrecked war.”
I punched the numbers on the screen clumsily. “That’ll be £9.95 in screen… 6”
“Thanks, buddy” he smiled warmly “if you ever want to contact me, i’m literally just your neighbour" he winked “i’m not stupid.”
The rest of the day passed smoothly despite the mess that was my mind and soon enough I was building more flat-pack furniture. And meowscles grunted loudly through the walls, clearly working out – I didn't need to ask if he did or was currently with the way his sleeves clung tightly around his arms, leaving them quite a lot shorter than probably intended by the designer. Either way, the noise was quite distracting and I just couldn’t focus on building furniture. I began to just sit there and listen to him groaning and soon enough I realised I now had a boner.
It rubbed against my boxers, tight in the stretchy fabric and I put down the screws I had cupped in my hand and they rolled about on the floor. Fumbling with my fly I felt my hand on my dick and let out a small whimper. I pulled my trousers down with my boxers and took a firm grasp onto my penis, relishing in its warmth. Meowscles let out the loudest of his grunts yet and with my eyes closed I ran my hand up and down it and let out a loud pant. I looked up to the ceiling with my eyes open once again and breathed heavily, moving my hands faster and faster. Meowscles was now moaning regularly every few seconds and I felt dizzy as my legs started to wobble, though I was still sitting on the floor. I collapsed forward, letting out a moan as I came on the floor as my cock pulsed and throbbed.
I soon realised if i could hear meowscles he had definitely heard me and my stomach dropped. I rushed to pull up my trousers and rushed to the empty kitchen to grab a paper towel, scooping my cum off the floor and throwing it in the bin guiltily, trying to pretend I hadn't just done what I did or forget I had done it at all. The noise from next door had stopped too and all was quiet in the house. Meowscles had told me how to contact me and only now had I realised what he meant. “I’m not stupid” was what he said afterwards… He knew I had feelings for him and he told me how to contact him, did he want me too? It was completely dark outside and there was no way I could ask him now. Oh god, there was no way I would sleep tonight.
But, after a particularly long night the sun did rise and my eyes were shut. The golden rays of the sun bathed the house in a warm light that was not yet the heat of the day and it was perfect. Just slipping on the purple jacket at the end of the bed and I was practically dressed, having not changed clothes since yesterday evening. The muted creaking of the front door as it slowly opened broke the silence of dawn and through meowscles window, which I was now stood in front of, I could see him sat on a bench with a weight; He looked calm, the weights in his hand were lifted as if feathers despite their large size which I, someone who had never set foot in a gym, could only guess was far over what I could lift without a droplet of sweat like him.
I steadily brought my finger to the doorbell and its shrill sound pierced the morning air from the open window. He looked up, surprised and came to the door, which opened with a firm and swift pull.
“Ah!” he smiled warmly as he blushed “ive been expecting you… not as early as this though, come in.”