A NEW NEIGHBOR(S) by Mike Austin
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IV.
As quickly as possible, I speed dialed Thomas' cell. It went to VM and I left a quick reply message and inquired about his schedule today, as I had free time, if he did? Another incoming call, this time not Ed nor Thomas, so against my usual mode, I answered. It was Peter, thanking me again, asking if he could take me to lunch as thanks for getting the alarm crew started or perhaps dinner one night after they got moved in? I declined lunch, offered to help again, asked if they had movers or were just doing it with friends and learned it was a combo of both; and that they were set for this weekend, now that the security system was being installed. He went on to advise that the previous owners had cable so that was simple and that he and Ed never used a landline, but the security system back-up required it; but that again, the landline was in place so no other vendors would be out for me to fuss with. He advised the security guys would be there until mid-afternoon, but that he needed to head back to work and if I didn't mind, they'd call me to lock up when they were done? I eagerly agreed and thought about Aaron's dick down my throat again, gulped and told Peter not to worry about anything. It was too much, I hit the shower and had a huge J/O session, then decided to fixed a light breakfast, check email, see if the editor of the Metro News had any rewrite requests of my article and called my folks for a quick visit and set-up our weekend plans.
About 3:30 the cell rang and again, no clue then I flashed to the security guys and answered. It was Rick announcing they were finished but needed a signature and they could drive to me or me meet them to lock up. I agreed to come to them. Aaron was already sitting in the cooling van, nodded a slight salute my way as I walked past, I returned the nod and took up position beside Rick. He explained that as he'd already covered the system ops with Peter earlier and I didn't need that info nor would I be concerned with warranty and service docs, a signature confirming their stop time and that the premises were left in order, was all that was required. I complied, he left me with a bundle of docs, shook hands, and again I gave a slight salute to Aaron. As he walked away, Rick paused, reached for his business card, announcing "if you ever need a system or `something'" he grinned, "my cell's on this", got into the van, index finger saluted me and began to back away. WTF had just happened I questioned? Had I been outed by that little fuckin hottie Aaron or what? "DAMN" I muttered.
I set about locking up, then returned home. My cell rang as I was fixing more iced coffee. It was Thomas, asking about my weekend plans and I advised that I was going to my folks. He sighed and asked about Friday night, but again told him my plan was to leave Friday morning and miss some traffic, arrive at their place for a late lunch and begin our visit. He asked about Thursday night and I shot back approval. He asked for my address again, wonder what the fucker did with my card, I thought; gave it and confirmed his ETA Thursday? I returned to my desktop to work on a porn story I was writing; took a call from the News editor with a couple of remarks and advice that he'd sent me a set of additional points to expand if I could turn it around by end of day. That was close, but got right to them and dispatched the points pretty easily. As I hit the send key, I replayed that cum load Aaron had shot down my throat earlier today; groped my crotch slowly, rose, then headed to the kitchen to decide on supper and dreamed about those dense ginger pubes in my face again..........
The week went by pretty routinely. The News was released on Wednesday and I got a couple of calls from friends, the editor, the director of the gay community center, the 3 supportive councilmen and City Manager, voicing their support and appreciation. I was feeling pretty pumped as I hit the nearby gym for a short cycle workout, then a swim, and get in some cruising with the work-at-home sorts and those who were daddy's boy types. Greg a free-lance software developer and I had grown a friendship, and cum-swap bond over the last year. At 50, he was a daddy for sure, intelligent, had greying blonde hair, about my height and fought hard to maintain his torso and 190# weight. As he often admitted, it was getting harder and harder to keep it together, but the gym enabled him to avoid the heat and humidity of the Summer, around here. I seconded his premise and pedaled my ass off on the recumbent bicycle beside him. While "play" at the gym was prohibited, nothing prevented some away time hook-ups from being scheduled. Greg's home was farther away than mine, but he preferred action there vs going to another's place. While he had been in my bed before, when we connected, it was usually at 323 Grant- his address. This was one of those days, we both needed relief after the workout and I followed him to Grant, his bed and his orgasm. He especially enjoyed the fuck scene in his home gym, surrounded by hyper speakers and mirrors, me straddling the workout bench and him plowing my ass harder and faster, then both of us grabbing a hot shower in that oversized travertine shower.
Thursday morning came, with almost the same intensity of Greg's orgasm yesterday as my ass was still sore. Damnit to hell, I thought as I made my way to the kitchen. My cell lit up and it was Thomas just reconfirming our date tonight. Damn was he at it early I thought, after reconfirming the time, and plans, etc. The air was blowing hard and the cool air made my nips hard as I stood waiting for my coffee to finish. Lightly scratching my chest, as the last heaves from the BUNN BTX-B coffee pot echoed in the room, I again thought of Aaron and Rick, and how hot a 3-way with them would be...............Coffee poured, sitting at my desktop, pecking away at the porn story again, I stretched the morning awake and tried to remain focused. Chapter 4 of how many more, I questioned? I typed for over an hour non-stop; getting it down, editing, pausing, adding, deleting, until Chapter 4 was finished. While not using his name or address, Greg's play scene and home gym set-up played prominently in the chapter. He'd been in the story earlier, but yesterday's adventure had been especially intense and I wanted to share it with my readers and fellow pervs, I chuckled to myself. I'd remain busy with laundry, some tidying up, a light lunch, all in advance of Thomas' arrival.
At exactly 7pm the doorbell rang, the hunky Italian had two bottles of pinot in hand, standing at the front door, outlined through the glass insert. His dark beard and furry chest evident even at this distance. He beamed that awesome grin, raised the wine bottles and followed me to the kitchen. After setting the bottles down, he grabbed my waist, turned me to face him and gave me a deep-throated kiss that almost shoved me backwards and off balance. "Wow Romeo, what's got your passion in a full bore", I posed? "I had to celebrate and share my promotion news" he went on to report. He paused, his staccato explanation to ask about supper plans? Reaching to grope his bulge, I responded with raised eyebrows, and a lurid grin and hiss. Again the deep kiss as he crushed my arm between our bodies. "You'll get that later" hissed his own reply. I agreed it was a great promo as he opened the first bottle, poured two glasses and I set out some cheese, crackers and grapes to snack on. He complimented me on the article, asked about my week, the story, my birthday and folks and inquired when he was going to meet them? Again I had to remind him that we were still FWBs and not a blossoming couple. His expression went from a smiley face to a pouty one in that instant. With that came, "then let's get to those benefits". His grip on my waist was vice-like and again his tongue boring down my mouth, made me gasp a bit when my cell went off. After detaching from Thomas, the number was Ed's whose I'd saved from earlier in the day. Holding my hand up to Thomas to give me a sec, Ed went on to relay that it appeared the code to the new security system did not work and they'd left a VM at the 24 hr answering service but the security company hadn't responded yet and did I know any more about the system than the documents revealed? I apologized, then remembered I had Rick's business card, went to my wallet and retrieved it and passed along Ricks' cell # to Ed and hopes that he could reach Rick and get things resolved. Thomas was chuckling to himself as he downed the first glass of wine and poured another. The call ended, I smacked Thomas on his butt and asked why the giggles? He simply shook his head and replied, Our Resident Neighborhood Nanny, grabbed the two wine bottles and headed to the bedroom. Obviously, I couldn't let him disappear alone, he might get lost...........