I was going to be home alone for almost a week. When you're a dad, you spend all your time as a driver, a cleaner, a builder, a tutor, a landscaper, an accountant, a snooze alarm, an ATM. But when it's suddenly just you in the house alone, that changes.
On the first day, I did everything like it normally would get done. I made the bed in the morning. I closed the bathroom door. I cooked dinner and ate it at the table and washed my one plate afterwards.
On the second day, I ate spaghetti off a paper plate. On the third, a sandwich standing over the kitchen sink.
But it was really great for me to relax and not be driving all over or doing 20 things at once. I was surprised at everything that happened, really surprised. Let me tell you about it.
On the first night, I was still dressed from work, finding little tasks around the house to check off before seeing what was on TV. After dozing off, my normal routine clicked in. It was a little later than usual. I washed up, brushed my teeth, changed into pajamas, and went all around the house emptying trash baskets into a bag.
The side door to my garage opens out to an alley along the side of the house and faces the side door of my neighbor's garage. The houses are mirror images of each other. Running down the middle of the alley is a thin hedge, my side of the middle technically. I've let it over-grow to 4 or 5 feet tall. Trimming it was on my list of things I could finally take care of during my week alone.
When I opened the door and reached out to drop the trash in the big trash can I keep there, I noticed my neighbor was doing the same, and I said hello.
We were neighbors but not friends. We would quickly agree if it was warm out or looked like rain, but we didn't have cook-outs together or go to a ballgame together. He seemed to spend a lot of time in his garage. He had a nice lawnmower. He used to have a cool car but I watched him drive home in a minivan instead one day. He probably saw me coming and going a lot.
"Left home alone?" he asked, peering over the hedge. I guess he could tell that the house was deserted.
I said, "Yep, just trying to keep busy."
"You should just enjoy yourself while you can!" he replied.
I peered back at him over the hedge. I saw that he was wearing a robe, and I could tell that it was open, but I could only see from his stomach up. I guess he was probably wearing boxers or sweatpants or something. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, not even an undershirt underneath. He had a good amount of chest hair.
I had never seen him before without a shirt on. I suddenly remembered one day that was so hot that I came out into the back lawn in only a bathing suit. I wouldn't have been out front like that. Running through the sprinkler felt so good. He saw me from the alley. His house is so close to me. I saw him looking over but we didn't wave or anything. I felt a little weird having him see me like that, and it felt the same but reversed to see his bare chest.
"I will!" I answered. I tried to start a conversation longer than 20 seconds with him, but we both stayed in our doorways, not stepping off onto the alley. "I should head up to bed I guess. I'm not usually up this late."
He nodded politely. "I always stay up this late." He opened the lid to his trash can and held it while he tossed a little bag of trash in. "I'm here... every night, this time." I nodded and dropped my trash in too. We both stood there wondering what to say next I guess. Finally, he said, "well... see ya. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow night."
It was hard to fall asleep. I could feel something blowing in. The next day was a hot one. When I came home, I closed the door behind me, felt the air conditioning, and immediately kicked off my shoes, pulled off my sweaty shirt without bothering to unbutton it, reached down to peel off my sweaty socks, and paused for a second before deciding to go all the way.
I shucked down my pants and belt and underwear in one connected piece and stood there feeling the air on my skin and taking in the sensation of being naked in my own living room. I stepped out of my clothes and sneaked around slowly before confidently striding upstairs and taking a long shower.
When I dried off, I went to change into some comfortable clothes, maybe shorts. I had a pair of white briefs in my hand as the first step, and then I stopped and decided to just put on my pajamas, nothing underneath. It was early still, but the crisp linen felt cool and loose as I slipped them up my legs, with my dick and balls unrestrained underneath. I waggled and felt everything flop inside. I held the pajama shirt and just couldn't put it on. It felt great to have nothing on but light, loose pajama pants, and I ventured out of my bedroom and down the hall and around the house.
I felt young and fun and relaxed, and I caught sight of myself in a mirror, and my body didn't look half bad. I wasn't myself, acting like this. I was looking forward to the rest of my time alone.
I stayed up late again. I let myself relax all night until it was time to take the trash out again. I walked through the garage and opened the side door and stood there. I looked across the alley at my neighbor's door. He wasn't there. I opened the lid and dropped my trash in. I looked over again and then turned to close the door and go to bed.
"Oh! Hey!" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around with a smile and a wave. I was usually polite and friendly with him but now I was genuinely happy to see him again.
"Hey! How's it going?!""Alright, just taking out the trash."I said, "Yep, me too."
He was wearing a robe, same as the night before, but closed this time, but I could still see some of that chest hair coming out of the neck. I could tell for sure that he didn't have a shirt on underneath.
He asked, "You making sure to have some fun in that empty house?""Yep, nice to have time to just relax."
And I realized that I was shirtless as we were talking. And I realized that he was looking at my body, kind of peering over the hedge and raising his neck.
"are you... naked?" he asked. His voice was a whisper but he was yelling over to me.
I was surprised. "no, no... I've got uh pajama pants on." He was still looking.
"oh, okay... I can't see over that hedge. That's the first thing I'd do if I knew I had the house to myself!"
"yeah, I did that when I got home. It felt a little weird... but uh, but cool."
He said, "well... I wouldn't blame ya! I figured I just caught ya. I can only see from here up... and nobody could see from the street down there... You can't see this from over there?"
He opened his robe. The hedge was in the way. I stared. He waited. He kept it open. I craned my neck and leaned into the doorway to stand on my toes.
"see what?" I said. He laughed and tied his robe closed again. I looked down at my pajama pants and saw a noticeable pole. Without underwear, they were tented. I slid my hand along it and looked over at him.
"You could be naked over there for all I can see. But I wouldn't mind. I mean, I wouldn't blame ya. I uh.. I guess I should head up to bed now."
We said goodnight. I took a long shower before bed. The next day, I trimmed the hedge... low.
The next day, I was a little distracted at work. It wasn't as hot but still pretty warm. I left a little early and got some ice cream on the way home. I changed into jeans and a T-shirt and mowed the lawn and trimmed that hedge and one in front of the house. I made my bed after leaving it rumpled all day and carried a basket of dirty laundry downstairs on my way to get a beer. I cleaned up in the garage and looked over at my neighbor's garage. I looked at my minivan in my driveway and his minivan in his driveway.
I ate a sandwich and got some mustard on my shirt, so I took it off and rinsed the mustard off in the sink. Being shirtless in the kitchen felt almost as weird as being naked in the living room. I brushed some crumbs off my bare chest as I finished eating. Then I walked over to the laundry machines and tossed my shirt onto the dirty clothes that I carried down earlier.
Then I looked down at my jeans. They were pretty dirty, grass stains. I unbuttoned them, unzipped them, and slid them off. In just a pair of white briefs, I loaded the washer and hit Start. Walking back through the house in just my underwear felt weird but exciting. I wondered if anybody could see in the windows iif they were walking by. Probably not out front. Maybe next door.
I sat on the couch and watched a ballgame. I walked to the kitchen and back feeling like somebody could see me or walk through the door and catch me. I watched the clock and sat around. I walked out to the garage and looked across at the light on in my neighbor's garage. I stood there in the dark, in silence, in my underwear, just peeking out the window for a couple minutes.
I went back around the house killing time, sitting at the table to look through the mail only in my underwear, walking around the house. I walked past a mirror and looked at my body and noticed a rip in my underwear on the side along the waistband. That always happened.
Finally it was time to take the trash out. I got it ready. I held the little bag in my hand but I stood there behind the door, waiting, looking. Then his door opened. He stayed half in the doorway as he reached out and lifted the lid to the trashcan. He looked over at my door, and I saw him looking at the trimmed hedge. He was wearing his robe pulled close like before, but I could see over the trimmed hedge, and I could see his hairy chest and the robe closed around his waist and then his bare legs under where the robe ended.
I watched him standing there and suddenly I was opening the door and standing in the open doorway and reaching down and lifting the lid and tossing the bag in and closing the lid and glancing over and acting surprised and waving casually and saying in a quieter tone, "oh, hey there."
"hey. looks like you're relaxing. having a good night?"
"yep... just hanging out..." I held my hands out to the sides.
He said, "just don't let that door shut behind you and lock you out..."
I stood there in almost nothing, and we looked at each other, just standing there. There was something about seeing and being seen, being a peeping Tom and a flasher at the same time. The night was quiet and the doorways without lights on were dark but the alley but still light enough to see clearly.
"I can see you're not naked now," he said.I answered back, "not all the way."
He said, "well, I would be. I wouldn't bother with this robe... or with those..."
I said, "you wouldn't? not even to take the trash out?"He said, "nah... I never wear underwear anyway"
Some silence passed while we got on the same page about what he was saying and what I couldn't see the night before when he opened his robe.
I said, "I like these but they're so thin that it rips. See?"
"yeah... I remember from when I used to wear them... pretty disposable... you should just take em off and throw them in the trash too..." We both stood there silently, letting it hang there as the next step.
So I started to. I couldn't really look at him while I did it, but I just slid them down and stepped out of them and stood back up, holding them in my hands in front of myself, covering. I felt the cool air on my bare butt. I looked over my shoulder, imagining what it would look like to someone standing there.
I looked at him. We stared at each other. I leaned to the side and lifted the lid and tossed them in. I stood there naked. I let him see me. I let myself be watched. I let myself feel excited at being kind of out in public and kind of dangerous.
He said, "feels good?"I said, "yeah" and waited.
Then he started slowly undoing his robe. He didn't look down at it. He looked at me. When the fabric separated, I saw more of his hairy chest and hairy stomach and then his dick peeking out, and it was a little long. I could see he was a little excited, and that pretty quickly started getting me a little excited. I felt it starting and saw him seeing.
He said, "yeah.... feels good."
I was letting the show slowly happen, slowly longer and harder and thicker and higher and stiff straight out and bobbing up and the balls flexing up. We were both stiff but just standing there. I turned a bit to show it off and watch his eyes take it in.
He stepped back a bit, and I watched him let his robe slide off him. Now he was naked, totally naked. It made me feel a little more relaxed. I wasn't the only one. But now we were both really doing something. I told myself that we could just step backwards and close the door if we had to, if somebody showed up. I leaned back on my heels a bit and looked down at my body hiding back into the darkness, except for my cock.
A neighbor down the block pulled into their driveway, and their headlights passed sideways over everything, including my naked body and his. Hair and skin and curves and hardons and hands were suddenly illuminated in bright contrast for a second. It felt like we were caught and exposed. And it made me feel really really excited.
My blood was pumping. I was scared and surprised and ashamed. It brought back feelings from when I first started jerking off, and my dick got so hard. You ever wake up with a real big one? I was pumping a real big one.
In that moment of surprise, I had stepped backwards into the dark and over the step of the door, but that feeling made me want to step out again. I was getting close, stroking and letting him watch, jackhammering faster.
I stepped through the doorway again, reaching for the doorknob with my free hand and slowly pulling the door against my bare ass, imagining it closing behind me and locking me out so maybe I'd have to hop that fence and run naked and hard into his garage with him, picturing a cop in his uniform standing with me on my lawn and him looking at my cock still stiff.
And I started feeling it ready and starting to shoot, and I stepped one step out into the driveway and jetting out jizz on the pavement. A little puddle of creamy white spunk collected in splatters between my feet.
I watched him look. I put on a show. And very quickly I stepped back and hid in the dark doorway to watch him shoot and catch it in his hand and then smear it on his hairy chest and look at me, showing me.
We stood there breathing heavy and feeling the electricity course through our bodies and over the alley. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I never did anything like that before in my entire life. But I should've. It was amazing. I felt amazing.
He seemed a lot more comfortable. He gave me a thumbs-up and got his robe back on. I was looking around to make sure nobody was watching it walking by or anything.
We stood in the doorway together. He whispered, "nice... real nice" and then we slowly waved goodnight and slinked back into our houses.
I left the glob. I had nothing to put on. I walked through the house naked and got between the sheets and fell asleep.
That was how it started.