Apartment Staircase- Part 1/2

First post of the year, and I'm already a day late... Busier Saturday than I'd planned, but Part 2 will be coming on time on Wednesday! I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a bit, and I'm excited to get it all typed out here.

“Wait, these are all for me?”

“Apartment 3206?”

“Okay then.”

Grabbing the stack of four boxes, I headed out of the leasing office and started walking back towards my apartment. I thought I had checked the option to bundle everything into one package to conserve some boxes, but Amazon apparently decided that they’d rather make this more difficult.

Passing the pool, I kept walking down the sidewalk towards my building near the back of the complex. Each building was three stories tall, and I lived on the second floor, right in the middle of the building. As I started climbing the stairs, already excited to try on the new clothing in a couple of the boxes in my arms, I felt everything start to go wrong.

I was about three steps away from the landing when I felt my pants start to slide off of my waist. I’d foregone a belt this morning, and after eight hours of work, I was finally feeling the consequences mere feet away from my front door. Trying to widen my stance a bit, I made it up two more steps when my pants lurched down to my thighs. I hoped my jacket was long enough to cover my briefs, but as I felt the chilled air hit my exposed skin, I doubted that it was.

I thought about dropping the packages, but only two of them contained clothes- one of them had a glass platter that I had bought for my mother’s birthday, and I didn’t feel like shattering it would make me any less embarrassed. So, I took one more step up onto the landing, and my pants hit my shoes. Shuffling over to my door, I felt my left foot get caught.

“Fuck!”

The staircases in each building, one in the middle and one on each side, were all open, so anyone walking or driving by might be able to see my white briefs advertising my humiliation if they just looked up. Realizing that I was at the end of my rope, I tried to take another step, but to keep myself from falling, I had to lean back against the railing to steady myself. As I caught my breath, I felt the metal railing behind me start to vibrate as someone started descending the stairs.

I had to get to my door, but I would only make it two more shuffles before my mystery neighbor appeared, already laughing to himself.

“Need some help?”

I felt that that question didn’t even need to be answered as I turned around to see who my savior was. Standing there with his arms gloriously free was the man that I’d been crushing on since he moved in. He was new to the state and had just moved here for a new job, and he looked impeccable and also fully dressed unlike me.

“I guess this will teach me not to leave the house without a belt again.”

I was trying to sound unfazed by the whole situation, but there was a quiver in my voice that betrayed me.

“I’m just lucky that I have a big ass to keep my pants up.”

Was he flirting with me? There was a smirk on his face as he stepped closer.

“Here, let me help you.”

I expected him to grab the packages, but instead, he knelt down to grab onto my pants. A bit of a weird strategy, but hey, it would get the job done. I waited for him to pull my pants up, but instead, I felt him pulling them over my shoes.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“You got your foot totally twisted in your left pants leg, so this will be way easier. And there you go.”

Standing up now, he held my pants in his hands, and I realized that I was standing there in just my underwear below my waist. Oh my god, could this get any worse?

“What’s in those boxes?”

“One of them has some glass in it, so I’m trying not to drop it.”

Again, I thought that he was going to grab my packages finally, but instead, he just seemed to be processing the information.

“Expensive?”

He was pulling my keys out of my pocket now.

“Expensive enough.”

“Well then you better hold onto those packages real tight.”

Before I even realized what was happening, he had knelt down again and grabbed onto my underwear, yanking them down a lot faster than my pants had fallen. Trying to keep my balance as I lurched backwards, he effortlessly pulled the briefs over my shoes and stood back up, spinning them on one finger like some prize he’d won.

My cock had sprung free into the open, and I hadn’t been soft ever since I’d started imagining that big ass of his.

“Here’s the deal- I’m going to hand you your keys, but I’m taking your clothes. You’ll drop off your packages inside, lock up, and then you’ll head upstairs to grab them from me. Do not put on anything else if you want your clothes back.”

And with that, he made his way back up the stairs with the spoils of war in his hand leaving me half naked with my cock pressing against the bottom box. He’d laid my phone and wallet on top of the stack of boxes, so there was nothing valuable that he’d taken from me- I could just write off those jeans and carry on with my day.

But I couldn’t- I couldn’t resist following him so I quickly headed inside in order to chase him…