My neighbor the contractor part 2 of 3

3 or 4 times I ended up taking him again in the stairs or the portal or going up or down with him in the elevator. Doña Pilar wanted to change the bathtub but in the end, she had decided to reform the entire bathroom. His smell excited me, drove me crazy, and I ended up jerking off thinking about eating his ass, balls, and cock and pissing on him like the bitches in the pissing movies I saw on some porn websites.

At the end of June, a group of neighbors (I don't know how to describe them...) filled the portal and elevator with announcements of a party in the community garden, near the pool. I didn't think I'd attend, but then Julián told me that there was a parents-and-children competition in the pool and jokingly added "let's see what swimsuit from last summer still fits me".

I prepared two trays of empanadas and joined the party. Enduring the conversations of the mothers or the predictions for the next football season was worth it. The competition was about to start. Julián appeared in flip-flops and with a swimsuit that showed off more of his ass than his package. His wife was screaming hysterically and, as she moved her arms to cheer him and their kid on, her tits were moving up and down.

"Son of a bitch, what luck you have!" I thought, looking at her with evident disdain and envy.

I didn't hesitate to slip away and "accidentally" bump into him when, after the competition, he said he was going up to his apartment.

"Well, Julián, there wasn't any luck, but hey, your kid had fun".

"Yeah, it wasn't bad... Damn! I left my keys upstairs! Shit! I was going to shower and take off this shirt".

"You can shower at my place if you want, no need to go back downstairs, I'll say. And if you need a shirt or anything... If you want a dry swimsuit or pants, I have a few you can try on".

I didn't expect him to accept, but in a confident tone, he told me: "It's just that if my wife finds out that they're in the car, she'll kill me, man. I'm always losing them".

"Don't worry, I'll keep your secret", I thought I'd said it with complicity, but he noticed certain intentions of mine. Sometimes I'm too transparent...

When I entered the bathroom with the excuse of bringing him some shorts and shirts, as soon as I opened the door, stretching out my arm so he could grab them without seeming too brazen.

"Come in, come in", he himself finished opening the door. "Hey, I've noticed that there's some humidity up there. Have the neighbors upstairs had any leaks?"

He was pointing at the ceiling, and I was trying to pay attention while putting the clothes I'd brought him on top of the toilet. But I couldn't look at the ceiling. My eyes kept going to his crotch.

"Look, Javi, if you want to take advantage of it now that I'm freshly showered, better, I say..., than when you catch me coming back from a job... Damn, faggot, it's obvious as hell!

I couldn'...