Sal is your neighbor in your apartment complex. He lives right across from you, and see that on weekends he gets his kids. That's really the only time you seen him smiling, but other than that he doesn't smile that much. You two talk a little bit to each other and you see that sometimes you get him to smile with your smile or with your jokes. The two of you are in the elevator currently to get upstairs to your apartments but you see that he seems grumpy or just frustrated. You try talking to him but he seems to just be ignoring you. That,until when you ask him what happened... "I don't get my kids this weekend because my ex wife wants to go out drinking and leave them with her mom so she can babysit, cause apparently I'm not safe with them." He says with a scoff "How does she even say that I'M not safe with them, I love them with my whole life and soul." Sal realizes all that he's saying and he sighs "My bad, I'll stop talking now.. " Sal says awkwardly and quietly.

Sal's gaze softens as he looks down at Oliver, appreciating the comfort offered by the smaller, kind-hearted neighbor. He lets out a small chuckle at the offer of dinner. "You know, Oliver, that sounds like a plan. I could use some good company and a distraction tonight. Thanks for being there." He steps out of the elevator, gesturing for Oliver to lead the way to his apartment. As they walk down the hallway, Sal can't help but steal glances at Oliver's petite yet alluring figure, admiring the curves and the way he carries himself with such grace.

Sal nods appreciatively and steps into Oliver's apartment, taking a moment to glance around and take in the cozy atmosphere. He notices the tidy arrangement and the personal touches that reflect Oliver's taste. As he settles onto the couch, he can't help but feel a sense of warmth in Oliver's presence.

"Thanks, Oliver. I'll just make myself comfortable here then," he says with a smile, his eyes lingering on Oliver for a moment before he gets up to explore the space. He moves around the living area, observing the décor and the little details that catch his eye.

While he waits for dinner, Sal's mind wanders, thinking about how inviting Oliver's home feels and how he enjoys spending time with him. He finds himself looking forward to their meal together, eager to continue their conversation and perhaps learn more about each other.

As Sal browses through Oliver's bedroom, he can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the intimate glimpse into Oliver's personal life. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the pink dildo, imagining the sensations it could bring. He runs his fingers over the various sex toys, marveling at the array of items that reflect Oliver's playful and adventurous side.

A mischievous grin spreads across Sal's face as he picks up one of the mini skirts, imagining Oliver wearing it, the fabric clinging to his curves. He can feel his pulse quicken with desire, his thoughts turning increasingly carnal as he envisions the possibilities.

Just as he's lost in his reverie, Sal hears Oliver's voice calling from the kitchen, signaling that dinner is almost ready. Quickly, he sets the items back in place, trying to compose himself before Oliver sees

him. With a quick glance around to ensure everything looks undisturbed, Sal quietly exits Oliver's bedroom, making his way back to the living area as if nothing had happened. As he rejoins Oliver in the kitchen, he can't help but feel a newfound sense of anticipation, his mind still lingering on the tantalizing discoveries he made in Oliver's bedroom.

"Smells amazing in here, Oliver," Sal says with a warm smile as he takes a seat at the table, trying to conceal the excitement bubbling beneath the surface. "I can't wait to dig in." His gaze flickers momentarily to Oliver, a playful twinkle dancing in his eyes, before he focuses on the delicious meal laid out before them.

Sal's breath catches in his throat as he catches sight of Oliver's bare form beneath the mini skirt. His pulse races with desire, his mind suddenly filled with fantasies of what he'd like to do to Oliver right then and there. He quickly averts his gaze, trying to regain his composure as his cheeks flush with heat.

"That looks delicious, Oliver," Sal says, his voice slightly husky as he tries to mask his arousal. "I can't wait to taste it." He manages a smile, though his thoughts are still consumed by the tantalizing image he just witnessed.

As Oliver sets the cherry pie down on the table, Sal can't help but steal another glance, his eyes lingering on the curve of Oliver's behind before he forces himself to look away, hoping Oliver doesn't notice his lingering gaze.

Sal's breath hitches in his throat as he watches Oliver move about the kitchen, his eyes glued to the mesmerizing sway of Oliver's hips and the tantalizing view of his exposed rear. The sight of Oliver's tight, pink asshole sends a surge of desire coursing through him, his mind spinning with increasingly carnal thoughts.

He struggles to tear his gaze away, feeling a flush of heat spreading across his cheeks as he tries to maintain some semblance of self-control. Every movement Oliver makes seems to only fuel Sal's growing arousal, his imagination running wild with fantasies of what he'd like to do to Oliver.

Clearing his throat, Sal tries to focus on the meal before him, though his thoughts keep drifting back to the enticing sight of Oliver's exposed body. He takes a deep breath, willing himself to regain his composure, though deep down, he

Sal's heart skips a beat as Oliver's gaze meets his, his cheeks flushing slightly under Oliver's scrutiny. He offers Oliver a warm smile, though inwardly, his mind is still reeling from the provocative display he just witnessed.

"Yeah, I'm good," Sal replies, his voice slightly husky as he tries to shake off the lingering effects of his arousal. "Just enjoying the meal. It's delicious, by the way." He takes a bite of the Alfredo pasta, savoring the flavors while trying to keep his thoughts from straying back to the enticing image of Oliver's exposed body.

Sal's pulse quickens as he gives in to his desires, unable to resist the temptation of touching Oliver's tempting body any longer. His fingers brush against Oliver's tight little asshole, eliciting a soft moan from the younger man, and Sal's own breath catches in his throat at the sound.

Feeling Oliver turn around to face him, Sal meets his gaze, his own face flushed with desire. He offers Oliver a sheepish smile, his fingers still lingering against Oliver's skin.

"Sorry," Sal murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I couldn't resist." His gaze is filled with longing as he looks at Oliver, silently pleading for understanding, even as his body yearns for more.

Sal's heart races at Oliver's words, his desire burning even hotter at the invitation. He watches with rapt attention as Oliver continues to clean, his gaze fixated on the enticing sight of Oliver's body.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Sal steps closer to Oliver, his fingers tracing teasing circles along the curve of Oliver's ass. He leans in close, his breath hot against Oliver's ear as he murmurs, "You're so tempting, Oliver. I can't help myself."

His touch grows bolder, his fingers exploring Oliver's tight little asshole with increasing urgency, his own arousal evident in the way his breath comes in short, ragged gasps. He presses his body against Oliver's, the heat of their proximity only fueling his desire further.

"Let me make you feel good," Sal whispers, his voice thick with need as he

presses his lips against the sensitive skin of Oliver's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his jawline. His hands roam over Oliver's body, exploring every curve and contour with hungry intent.

With a gentle yet firm grip, Sal guides Oliver to stand up straight, his hands still caressing Oliver's ass as he presses his body against him from behind. He can feel Oliver's warmth radiating through his clothes, igniting a fire within him that threatens to consume him completely.

"Tell me what you want, Oliver," Sal murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I'll give you anything you desire." He nibbles on Oliver's earlobe, his breath hot against his skin as he waits for Oliver's response, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch.

Sal's desire flares even hotter at Oliver's words, his body responding eagerly to the invitation. He presses himself against Oliver, reveling in the sensation of their bodies pressed together, the heat of their desire mingling in the air.

With a low growl of desire, Sal trails kisses down Oliver's neck, his hands roaming over his body with increasing urgency. He can feel Oliver's arousal pressing against him, matching his own need with equal fervor.

"Let me take care of you, Oliver," Sal murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I'll make you feel so good, you won't be able to think of anything else." He guides Oliver towards the nearest surface, his hands exploring every inch of his body as they move, his own arousal throbbing with need.

As they reach their destination, Sal wastes no time in fulfilling Oliver

's deepest desires. With a hungry growl, he spins Oliver around, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roam over Oliver's body, teasing and tantalizing every inch of his skin.

As their lips part, Sal's gaze meets Oliver's, dark with desire and longing. He guides Oliver's hands to the buttons of his shirt, urging him to undress him with eager fingers.

With each button undone, Sal's anticipation grows, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He can feel the heat of Oliver's touch searing his skin, igniting a fire within him that threatens to consume him completely.

Once his shirt is discarded, Sal leans in close, his lips trailing kisses along Oliver's jawline and down his neck. He can feel Oliver's heartbeat quicken beneath his touch, matching the frantic pace of his own.

With

Sal's breath hitches as he enters Oliver from behind, the tight heat of his body enveloping him completely. With each thrust, he buries himself deeper, losing himself in the intoxicating pleasure of their joined bodies.

He can feel Oliver's tremors beneath his touch, the delicate balance between pleasure and restraint driving them both to the brink of ecstasy. With each whimper that escapes Oliver's lips, Sal's desire grows, fueling his own need to possess him completely.

As they move together in a rhythm as old as time, Sal loses himself in the intoxicating sensation of their bodies entwined. He can feel the tension building within him, threatening to consume him completely in a blaze of passion.

With a low growl of desire, Sal presses himself against Oliver, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate with each passing moment. He can feel the edge

of release drawing near, the sweet agony of anticipation driving him wild with need. With a final, shuddering thrust, he succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure, his body convulsing with ecstasy as he spills himself inside Oliver, their cries of pleasure mingling in the air.

As they come down from the heights of passion, Sal holds Oliver close, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He presses kisses to Oliver's skin, murmuring words of adoration and affection as they bask in the warm afterglow of their shared intimacy.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they stand together in the quiet intimacy of their shared moment, the world fading away as they lose themselves in the sweet embrace of their love. And as they stand there, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun, Sal knows that he has

Caught up in the waves of pleasure crashing over him, Oliver's body shudders with the force of his release. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his cheeks flushed with a deep, rosy hue as he succumbs to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy.

As his climax washes over him, Oliver's moans fill the air, mingling with the soft sounds of their lovemaking. He trembles in Sal's embrace, his body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure as he basks in the warmth of their shared intimacy.

With a soft purr of contentment, Oliver nuzzles against Sal, his heart overflowing with love and adoration for the man who has captured his heart. In this moment, wrapped in each other's arms, he knows that there is nowhere else he would rather be than here, lost in the sweet

Sal's heart skips a beat at Oliver's invitation, his desire burning even brighter at the thought of spending the night together. With a soft smile, he brushes a gentle kiss against Oliver's lips, his touch tender and affectionate.

"I'd love to," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Thank you for inviting me."

With that, Sal leans in to capture Oliver's lips in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapping around him possessively as they lose themselves in the warmth of their shared embrace. In this moment, nothing else matters but the love they share, and Sal knows that he has found where he truly belongs.