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The day after I moved into my apartment here, I went around to the neighbors on my floor to introduce myself. I always found that having made this face-to-face introduction makes for better interactions with them if needed in the future (asking them to turn their music down, needing to borrow a cup of sugar, etc.). Cody’s was the last apartment on my rounds. 

“Hi. Just moved in and wanted to introduce myself. I’m in the last apartment at the opposite end.”

I extended my hand but he looked both confused and distracted, eyeing me up and down.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologized, after an awkward moment. “Thought you might have been the food delivery guy I just buzzed in. I’m Cody.” He shook my hand and I could feel how small his hand was in mine. The physical differences between us were noticeably apparent. He was about 6″ shorter than me, younger in his mid-20s, shaved head, and a nervous glimmer in his eyes that tried to hide what I had immediately been able to tell: he was a fag in need.

His small hand was dwarfed in mine and I tried not to crush it. “Well, Cody, it’s good to meet you,” I said, holding his little hand longer than usual as I looked him in the eye. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no food. Haven’t even had time to stock my fridge yet.”

The elevator down the hall dinged and a guy carrying bags with food started walking towards Cody’s apartment. “Well, Sir, if you need any help moving in or with anything, I’m right here if you need,” he said with the verbal acknowledgment of my status in the hierarchy.

“I’m not an Officer; you don’t need to call me ‘Sir’, you know.”

“I know, but you look like someone people would call ‘Sir’, so you never know.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I laughed. “Well, your food’s here. Good to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“I hope so, Sir,” he said, emphasizing my title, as I headed back to my apartment.

Oh yeah, he’s a fag, I thought to myself.

The next morning, I spotted Cody heading in to work as I was walking in. We exchanged some small talk, he asked how I was adjusting to the constant heat, and talked about where I was working. Turned out that our work centers were near each other.

“Do you drink coffee in the morning?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m not much of a morning person, so it’s kinda a necessity. I go all “Hulk Smash!” if I don’t get my caffeine,“ I joked.

“I’ll try not to piss you off then,” he smiled. “I used to wrestle in high school. I was pretty good, but I don’t think I was ever good enough to take down someone as big as you.”

“Did you just call me fat, tiny?” I barked at him.

“No! I meant you’ve got a lot of muscle on you! I didn’t mean…” He looked at me and seeing me crack a smile, realized I was fucking with him. “Jackass.” He laughed.

“Be careful what you call me before I’ve had my coffee,” I reminded him playfully.

Cody bought me my morning coffee before we split to report in to our work centers.

After work, I headed to the gym. Although the gym is air conditioned, when it’s over 100 degrees outside, it doesn’t stop you from sweating your balls off even when you’re just standing around.

“Here, it’s better than the water fountain, trust me,” I head a familiar voice say to me. I turned around and Cody was handing me a fresh bottle of water.
“Thanks, stalker,” I said, greedily gulping down the water. The cold water hit my throat hard and I let out a much needed burp.

“Classy,” Cody joked. “And oh so manly.”

“If you think that’s manly…” I said, pointing a finger up, telling him to wait.

“I don’t get it. What am I…” and at that moment, my silent protein fart hit his nose. “Holy shit! What the fuck died in there?” He laughed through the fumes.

I laughed. “Just my dreams and aspirations.”

Cody laughed and took a deep breath. “Yeah, you’ve got enough protein in your diet, Sir.”

“Never enough, boy. Anyways, I think I’m done here. Gotta get some real food for my fridge. What time you working tomorrow?” I asked.

“I have to go in early for the rest of the week.”

“Ah. I’ve got orientation all week, so same time for me. See you around, kid.”

I didn’t turn around, but I could see in the mirrors that Cody’s eyes followed me as I left the fitness center.

The next morning, I got in to work and found a thermos of coffee at my desk with a Post-It note: “Dr. Banner’s coffee”.

I smiled. “Kid’s got a sense of humor.”

At the end of the day, I left the dirty thermos where I found it and headed out.

I didn’t see Cody again that week, but every morning, a fresh thermos of coffee waited for me. Kid was certainly trying.

The next time I ran into Cody was at the gym the following Wednesday. “Thanks for the coffees, kid. Haven’t had to punch anyone…so far,” I said.

“You’re welcome, Sir. So how’s the move going? Adjusting?”

“Not too bad. Still living out of my suitcases until my stuff gets here. Almost out of clean clothes and not looking forward to doing another run to the laundry room.” The laundry room in our apartment building is on the ground floor and is a pain to lug laundry up and down the elevator. It’s not hard, just a pain in the ass.

“I actually love doing laundry,” Cody said. “If you want, I wouldn’t mind doing yours for you. I’m sure you’ve got a lot going on with the move and everything.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah. Find it relaxing; making order from all that chaos. Sounds weird, I know…”

“I mean, I’m not going to make fun of you if it means I get clean clothes and don’t have to do them myself,” I replied.

Cody laughed. “Plus, I’m off tomorrow and can do them then. I can pick them up from you later if you’re around.”

“Cool, well, I’m almost done here and then I’m heading back to the apartment. I’ll be home all night.”

“I’ll be there, Sir.”

I had barely entered my apartment and had time start refilling my water bottle when I heard the knock on the door.

“Hey, come on in. Didn’t expect you so soon,” I said as I let him in.

“I can come back if you’re busy.”

“Nah, it’s cool. Haven’t had a chance to shower yet though. Mind giving me a few minutes to get out of these so I can add them to the pile?” I asked, tugging at my sweaty gear.

“Not at all, Sir. Mind if I watch some TV?”

“Make yourself at home,” I told him as I headed to the bathroom. I took off my sweaty shirt and poked my head out of the bathroom. “Hey, Cody! Think fast!” I said, and threw it at him. He turned around just in time for it to land right on his face. I laughed and went back to shower.

I came out in just a towel and found Cody watching TV while holding on to my t-shirt like it was some sort of security blanket. His faggotry was confirmed.

“Goddamn, you have a nice body,” he said when he saw me. “You’re fucking huge, Sir!”

“You mean this?” I asked, popping a double bicep pose for him. As I flexed, my towel unintentionally slipped from my waist and got caught on my dick.
“Not what I intended to happen, but oh well,” I laughed. “Not that you would mind.”

“What do you mean, Sir?” He asked, slightly timidly, eyes down, as he tried to keep his gaze from scanning my body.

“We gonna keep playing this game, kid? I know what you are, boy.”

“And…and what’s that, Sir?” He asked timidly.

I moved in front of him on the couch, towel still hanging on my cock, inches from him. “You’re a faggot,” I stated plainly the way you would say that the sky is blue.

“I think there might be a mistake. I don’t know what you think, but I’m not…”

I held up my hand to stop him. “Look, I’m going to give you a choice. You can either take my laundry and go do it and we won’t talk about this again. Or…”

“Or what, Sir?” He asked, his voice slightly shaking. He looked up at me for the first time since I began this confrontation.

“Or you get off my couch, get on your knees, and admit that you’re a faggot. If you do that, if you come clean to me and to yourself, I’ll let you rub my muscles.”

He paused for a moment, got off of the couch, and when I sat down, dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Sir, if I was a faggot, would you still want to be around me?” He asked, afraid that the answer might be “no”.

“Of course,” I said reassuringly. “I’ve known you were a fag from the day I met you. The coffees and attention made it kinda obvious too.” I laughed.

“I was hoping you’d notice, Sir,” he said, “but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it. You never know how people will react.”

“How could I not know?” I laughed. “You practically drool whenever I’m around.”

We both gave a laugh that diffused his nervous tension that had filled the room. I leaned forward, took his chin in my hand, and asked, “So tell me, what are you?”

“I’m a faggot, Sir,” he said, looking me straight in the eyes.

“You want to be my faggot while I’m out here?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, let’s call this your audition. You want to touch my body?”

“Please, Sir.”

I readjusted the towel horizontally, continuing to cover my crotch. “Alright, let’s see what you can do. Anything covered by the towel is off-limits. Everything else is your playground. You’ve got 30 minutes. Go.”

Cody took my right leg in his hands and caressed down until he reached my foot. He pressed in on the arches at the pressure points before taking my toes in his mouth. He sucked on my toes and licked between them while quietly moaning. He switched to my left leg and did the same thing. It felt good to just relax while getting worshiped. His hands slowly moved up to my calves and rubbed them firmly. As I flexed them, he traced the muscle divisions with his fingers.

I looked at the clock. “Fifteen minutes has elapsed, boy.”

Cody knelt up and without looking at me in the eyes, asked, “May I smell your armpits, Sir?”

“You may.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He spent the next fifteen minutes going from one pit to the other, licking my nips and kissing my chest as his mouth moved to the other side. Nose in my pit, he breathed deeply, then gently took my armpit hair in his mouth and sucked on it as he tried to taste any sweat I may have missed cleaning in the shower.

After thirty minutes, his time was up.

“And that’s time,” I announced. “You did a good job, but I need to jack off, fag. Time for you to get the fuck out.”

“Can I help you with that, Sir? Even just to watch?”

“Don’t be greedy. You have to earn it,” I told him.

“Yes, Sir,” he said disappointed but without complaint as he headed to the door.

“Hey, fag…”

“Yes, Sir?” he asked, turning around.

“Good job. Keep it up.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he said, the smile returning to his face.

The minute I heard the door close, I grabbed my cock and stroked it. Didn’t take me long before I was ready to cum. I looked around and saw my sweaty t-shirt that Cody had left on the couch. I grabbed it and shot my load onto it.
After catching my breath, I got up off of the couch and took my cum-stained t-shirt to the laundry basket.

“Shit,” I thought to myself, and grabbed my cell phone. I took a photo of my laundry and sent it to Cody with the message, “Forget something?”

Less than a minute later, there was the familiar knock. I grabbed my laundry basket and took it to the door. I opened the door and handed him the laundry. I stood there naked, cock swinging in the breeze.

“You need something, fag?”

“No, Sir. I’ll have this done for you tomorrow.”

“I know you will,” I said warmly, and closed the door.

Five minutes later, I received a text from Cody. Captioned with, “couldn’t help myself”, it was a selfie of him with my dirty t-shirt in his mouth, sucking on one of my cum stains.

I had to laugh. This assignment might not be so bad after all.