I had a new neighbor move in next door. I saw the U-Haul truck in the driveway, and it was there when I left for work, and when I came home. The next day it was gone.
I figured I should introduce myself; I needed to become more outgoing, and I could, at least, know who my neighbor is. So on the way home, I stopped at a bakery and bought a cake.
When I got home, I went over and knocked on the door. I heard, "Just a moment," and a couple minutes later the door opened. The guy was wearing loose gym shorts and nothing else. He appeared to be in his thirties, but he looked like he took good care of himself.
"Hi, I am your neighbor, Paul. I live over there." I pointed to my house, so he would know which house I lived in. "I thought I'd introduce myself and drop off something for you and your family."
"Paul, thank you. I am Jeff. There is just me; no family; just me."
"Oh, well, that's nice," I said, in an inane way. "It's only me at my place, as well."
I handed him the cake box. Jeff took it and said, "Thank you, Paul." There was an awkward silence for a moment, and then Jeff said, "Do you want to come in? The place is a mess; I'm still trying to get all this crap sorted out."
I could tell that he really wasn't ready for company. "No, that's okay, I understand. Get settled in and all. If you need anything, just come on over. I'm home most evenings and weekends."
He smiled again and said, "Great; I will, and thanks again for this."
I said good-bye and headed back to the house. I couldn't get the image of Jeff out of my head; blond tousled hair, a nearly hairless torso, with just a bit of dark blond hair leading down into his shorts. He had a bit of a tan, and it showed on all of his body that wasn't covered by the shorts. His legs were firm, and his feet were good sized. I guess my dad would have said, "He had a good understanding."
Me, I am the office nerd. I don't quite have the horn-rimmed glasses look, but, otherwise, I am the wimpy, pasty white, non-athletic, uncoordinated, partially introverted geek. I say partially, because I am trying to poke out of my shell and get to know people.
I had pretty much been a loner all my life; I just didn't seem to fit in, no matter what the group. Yeah, I enjoy my techie toys and all.
Yeah, I am also a closeted homo. I get off on my gay porn, and fantasize that one day I will meet my `Hank' and have a life and a love; but, so far, it is only a fantasy.
So the image of Jeff stayed in my mind, as I headed back to the house. I wondered if he was gay or straight? Did he have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Did he jerk off at night? What did he look like without those baggy shorts on? What kind of work does he do that lets him get a tan like that?
I puttered around the kitchen, making dinner and doing laundry. It was nearly seven when I had finished folding the laundry, and dinner was ready. As is my habit, I went into my `office' to be at the computer while I ate my dinner.
The lights were off and the curtain was open. It was dark outside, so I reached for the light switch, when I happened to glance out the window. Through the window, I could see into Jeff's family room. It's off the kitchen, and before the bedrooms. Most people have this as their living room, and Jeff's didn't seem any different.
It had nice furniture, nothing unique or spectacular, but nice . . . shades of browns and greens. He had a big screen TV that had to be about 55 inches or so. I had finished surveying his living room, and started to flip on my light switch, when I saw Jeff walk into the room.
He was naked! What a hunk! I went over and sat at my desk, which was in front of the window, and stared at him. I had a clear view, from this vantage point, of his entire room and him, without any obstacles in his room.
I scrambled around and found an old pair of binoculars. I zoomed in on his crotch, and I took in his flaccid cock hanging three or four inches down over nice egg-sized balls. His blond pubic bush was very thick around the base of his cock, but his balls appeared hairless. He had been circumcised, and, even soft, the head of his dick had a nice flare to it.
As he walked around, I also got to see his muscular ass, and the dark crease of his crack. I wondered how hairy he was there? I just love hairy cracks!
He moved around the room, putting items away, sometimes squatting down to put away some books, or reaching up to place something on the top shelf. It allowed me to see the flow and stretch of his muscles. Shit! He looked so perfect . . . not like a body builder or anything, but like a toned athlete. No rippling six-pack, but, nonetheless, a tight streamlined stomach, wide shoulders, and developed pecs.
I ate some of my dinner, more enthralled with my free entertainment than my meal. Jeff moved around putting things away, absently scratching his crotch, or rubbing an ass cheek in the process.
At one point, he went down the hall, so I moved to the next room to see if I could continue to watch him. The room I was in looked into a bedroom on his side. I had never realized this, because the previous neighbor always had the shades pulled.
There was no light on in the bedroom, but I could see across the hall and into the bathroom. Jeff was standing over the toilet taking a leak! He held his dick in his hand and guided the stream. I watched, as his ass flexed and relaxed while he pissed.
When he was done, he shook his dick, and then pulled on it a couple of times.
Then he moved to the sink, washed his hands, and dried them. When he finished, he stood there for a moment, obviously looking in the mirror over the sink. He turned sideways, so his crotch was facing me, and looked over his shoulder at himself in the mirror. Then he turned the opposite direction, and I was looking, once again, at his ass. Damn! It was beautiful.
He bent over and picked up something off the floor. This spread his ass, and I was able to see a nice hairy crack! I was now rock hard, and squeezing myself through my slacks.
He turned off the light in the bathroom, and went back down the hall. I ran back to the next room, and watched, mesmerized, as he moved around his living room, totally unaware that he was putting on a show for me.
While I was watching him, I stripped out of my work clothes, and left them in a pile by the chair I was using, which I moved around so I could stretch out my legs, wide, and I could play with myself as I watched him.
A couple of times, he would walk up to the windows, and look up, as if to check the sky, running his fingers through his pubic hair, while I got an amazing view of him.
I was stroking all through this, and, at one point, looked at the clock, and realized that I had been sitting here for 2 hours, watching him. I was so close to cumming; I had been slowly stroking during the entire time, fantasizing about smelling him - his crotch, his arms, his pits, his butt; I wanted to know what he smelled like.
Then I got to thinking about what he would taste like. I had read descriptions of how a guy tastes, but I wondered what it would really be like. I had heard of the muskiness of guys, and thought I had smelled it on myself, but I wanted to know what HE smelled like.
And I wanted to know what he felt like. Was he warm to the touch? Did his cock get nice and hard? What did his balls feel like?
Jeff finally took a seat in a chair. He pushed back, and it became a recliner. This still gave me a great view of his crotch.
He flipped on the TV with his remote, and surfed through channels. I could see the TV and Jeff in profile. He had the same cable system I did, so I knew he was going to the `on demand' channels. He went through various menus, until I think he was at the Showtime specials; I had seen those. They had lots of sex, but you only got to see the guy's ass, as he pumped it in and out of some woman. Once in a great while, you might see the outline of the guy's dick in his underwear, or see his dick when he was soft.
Jeff chose one of those, and started it playing. He fast-forwarded, until there was a scene with a naked man and woman, fucking in a backyard. The guy was very handsome, and his ass was beautiful, but I wanted to see his stiff dick.
I looked back to Jeff, and saw that he was stroking his cock, and it was growing, as he worked on it. Soon it was a good seven or eight inches long. It sprang up at an angle, and it looked as if it would hurt to push it all the way down.
As he played with his dick, his other hand was roaming over his body. I was getting so turned on; I was sure I was going to blast soon, but I wanted to hold out, because I was sure he was going to shoot, and I wanted to shoot with him.
He moved his hand from his chest to his balls, and played with them, as he got down to some serious jerking. He had a technique where he would run his hand up and down the shaft, and his fist would twist around his dick as he did. When his fist was at the top of the stroke, he would run his thumb over the head of his cock.
I tried this, and was amazed at the feeling. Oh fuck! I was going to cum. I kept working on my own dick, without once taking my eyes off him. Then I saw his chest heaving, and figured he was close.
He was; he arched his back, and began blasting across his chest; one rope hit him in the face. He kept working on his dick, while he continued to shoot. I had shot with his first shot, and still couldn't take my hand off my dick.
I was gasping, as I came down from that high. Jeff picked up a tan-colored face towel and wiped the cum from his chest and face. I wondered what his cum would taste like, as I took some of mine and licked it off my fingers.
Jeff turned off the TV, and the lights in the living room, and headed back down the hall. I ran to the next room to see if I could continue to watch him. He went into the bedroom, turned on the lights, and rummaged around in some boxes, and came out with a book. He pulled back the covers on his bed, and laid down; he didn't pull the covers back over himself, but lay there naked, as he read.
I sat in the chair in my room, and watched, as he absentmindedly played with his dick and balls, while he read.
He must have read for a half hour or so, all the while caressing his dick and balls. Finally, he put down the book; turned off the bedside lamp, rolled over onto his stomach, ready to sleep. There was just enough moonlight to see the curve of his ass, as he humped the bed a couple of times before relaxing.
I watched him for a while longer, trying to make out every nuance of his body as he lay there sleeping. At some point, I must have dozed off.
I woke the next morning with a stiff neck and back, as I had slept in the wooden chair all night. I wiped drool off of my chin, and stretched. Connections were made in my brain, and I looked out the window. Jeff was up, and in his bathroom; in the shower. His shower curtain was clear plastic, so I was able to see as he washed himself, shampooed his hair, and shaved. He turned off the water and pulled open the shower curtain.
I loved how the light glistened off the water on his body. He grabbed a towel and began to dry himself. I loved how he flipped his dick around as he dried his crotch. He turned and bent over, displaying his ass and crack to me as he dried it.
Then he hung up his towel and headed back into his bedroom. That's when I realized that if I could see him in the daylight, he could see me. I dove for the floor and tried to slither out the door, until I could close it.
I managed a quick shave, as I realized I was going to be late for work if I didn't hurry. As I went back through the house to leave, I saw that Jeff was back in his living room, and he was still naked. Damn! I wanted to stay home and watch him all day long.
However, I got myself into my car and headed out to work. All day long, I daydreamed about Jeff's body and what I wanted to do with it. I wanted to spend hours exploring it. I wanted him to do things to me that I had only dreamed about or jerked off to on porn channels.
It took a while for me to realize that if he was watching straight porn when he jerked, he might be straight, instead of me assuming he was gay like me.
I didn't get much work done that day, and finally went to the men's room in the afternoon, where I sat in a stall and jerked off, thinking of Jeff and his beautiful body.
I raced home as fast as I could. I parked the car in the garage and, as I went into the house, I peaked around the corner of the door to the first room to see if Jeff was in his living room, before entering that room.
He wasn't, so I moved onto the next room. I was pulling clothes off as I went. I wanted to be naked so I could enjoy myself as I watched him.
He wasn't in his bedroom or bathroom. I moved back to my last room on the side of the house that faced his. This room had windows that faced towards Jeff's house, and one that faced the back of my house.
I was pulling off my boxers and trying not to trip myself, as I looked into the room in Jeff's house. He had it set up like a gym, with a bench and weights; but no Jeff. I wondered if he was out; I mean why wouldn't he be? He wasn't going to just stay home and stay naked for me.
I heard something out back then, and looked out the back window. It gave me a great view into part of his backyard. There was Jeff; naked, and moving some lawn furniture around. Sweat glistened on his body, as he moved.
When he was done, he stood, and grabbed a towel. It looked like the one he had used to clean up his cum the night before. He wiped his face with it, and then flipped it onto the fence, as if to let it dry.
Then he stood over the gravel area in his yard, and started taking a leak! It was like he was in the middle of the country where no one could see him. He pissed, flipped his dick, stroked it a couple of times, and then turned to go into his house.
Once again, I ducked down, so as not to be seen. I peaked over the edge of the windowsill, until he passed by the room; then I pulled the curtains closed. I spotted that towel hanging on the fence, and I wanted that towel!
I snatched a pair of old ragged gym shorts I had, practically jumped into them, and then silently opened my back door. I ran over, grabbed the towel, and ran back to the house. Inside, I dropped the shorts, and tip toed through my house to see where Jeff was. He wasn't in the bedroom or bathroom, so I closed those curtains. He was in his living room, and my corresponding room had the curtains open. I couldn't go in there naked!
Yet, I wanted to see him. I finally figured out that I could sit down on the floor in the hall, and lean back just enough to have my eyes clear the wall, and I could watch him. I was hard, at just the thought of getting to see more of him naked.
He moved around the room putting away more items. This went on for about an hour. My back was aching from the position I was in, but I wouldn't move. I had been slowly stroking my cock the whole time. I was so on edge!
He grabbed something that looked like navy blue clothes, and walked towards the front of his house. I moved, stretched, and jumped up to close the curtains to this room. My dick was leaking so bad, I was sure I was leaving a trail of clear liquid pearls on the rug.
My stomach was rumbling, telling me it was time to eat. I wiped some of the drool from the end of my dick, and licked off my fingers. That was not going to be enough to satisfy me! I laughed; maybe I could get his liquid protein!
I was heading into the kitchen to get some kind of snack I could eat while I continued to watch Jeff, when my doorbell rang.
Fuck! Who could that be? I quietly moved over to the door to look through the peephole. It was Jeff! Oh, fuck!
"Just a minute!" I managed, and ran back down the hall trying to find something to put on. I grabbed the ragged gym shorts and found a really old baggy sweatshirt. I figured it could hide my boner.
I was tripping myself, as I tried to get dressed and back to the front door.
I was panting as I opened the door. Jeff was standing there smiling. He was wearing navy blue baggy gym shorts, flip-flops, and a big smile.
"Hey, Paul, I didn't mean to bother you, but I wanted to thank you for the kind gesture with the cake last night. It was a very nice way to be welcomed to the neighborhood.
"Ah, well, you are, ah, welcome." I was tongue-tied.
"And, I was kinda wondering if you might have a beer. I have been working all day, getting stuff put away, and it is so hot. I haven't had a chance to run to the store. So I just thought ....," and he let it trail off.
There was a moment of silence, and then I gathered my wits. "Sure. I have beer." I thought, and then added, "Do you want to come in and drink it, or did you just need the beer and wanted to head back to your place?" How dorky could I sound?
"Sure, I can come in for a bit. I have to get back to take a phone call in a bit, but it would be nice to get to know my neighbor over a beer."
I moved out of the doorway and led him into the kitchen. I didn't want him in any of the rest of the house, because I was afraid he would see that my rooms looked right in on his.
He didn't seem to mind, as I found two cans of beer and invited him to sit in the chairs in the kitchen.
He pulled out a chair, sat down, popped the top of the beer, and chugged a good slug of beer. "Ahhhh! That's refreshing!"
I was still standing, but I came to my senses, and sat down across from him.
He still had sweat glistening from the hair on his head, under his arms, and in that treasure trail that led down into his shorts.
I raised my head up to see that powerful smile of his. "Yeah, it sure is," I said, and then realized I hadn't popped the top off of my can.
He laughed good-naturedly. "So, Paul, what do you do for a living?" He pushed back on his chair, rocking back on the two back legs. This brought the crotch of his shorts up, and created a tunnel looking down to his crotch. It was dark, but I could just make out his balls on one side and his dick on the other. Then I realized he had asked me a question.
I raised my head back up, and tried to act as if nothing was wrong. My dick was painfully hard under my sweatshirt. "I, ah, work as a web designer for a local company." I managed to look him in the face as I said that.
He gave no indication of having caught me checking him out. "Oh, one of those computer geeks," he said, in very good-natured way. "Maybe you can help me get my wireless and my laptop set up one of these days. I got my cable hooked up the first day, but haven't attempted to get the internet working, or the laptop up and running."
He laughed, and rubbed his chest. "You know, you have to have your internet up if you are going to surf porn!"
I know I blushed, but I really tried not to. Had he caught me looking?
"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. If you aren't that kind of guy, my apologies. I am always getting in trouble for speaking my mind without filtering it first. I am sorry." He looked concerned.
"No, no, not embarrassed," I mumbled. Like hell I wasn't!
"Oh, so you do spank the monkey now and then," he said, as he made a jerking off gesture in his lap.
"Sorry, I am doing it again." He got serious. "I just finished working on a field study program. I was pretty much living on my own for 6 months, and got kinda out of practice of being around people."
"Field study?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation someplace else. "What kind of field study?"
"It was up in the mountains. I was studying the effects of global warming on the forest and animals in the zone between 5,000 and 7,000 feet. Mostly I spent my days walking around the forest taking measurements and writing up the findings. I know it sounds as boring as hell, but I did enjoy all the time out in the wilds. But I didn't see many people; just the occasional hiker, or fisherman; or when I went to town to buy supplies."
Wow, a real tree hugger here, I thought. I also assumed that's where he managed to get his all-over tan. "So what are you doing now?" I asked, as I took in his nipples. My dick jumped in my shorts.
"I am writing up the paper, so I basically work from home. I go up to the university once in awhile to do some research in the library; but mostly I am consolidating the data and drawing the conclusions. I should have it finished up in about six months, and then I have to defend it for my PhD."
Wow, I thought; this was one smart dude! He absently scratched his crotch, and I realized I was looking there again. I closed my eyes, scratched my neck, and raised my head, all in one motion, to make it seem like I had just been working my neck, and not staring.
He didn't seem to notice. "So, I didn't mean to put you on the spot, but if you could help out with getting everything hooked up to the internet and connecting it to my laptop, I would really appreciate it." His beautiful smile was back. Damn! He was one hunky dude.
"Sure, sure," I said, trying to keep focused on the conversation. "Do you need it done tonight?" I asked, hoping I could spend some more time with him.
"No, I have this call, and I am pretty bushed." He stretched his arms up over his head, and it made his shoulders go all broad, and his armpits open to inspection. "Tomorrow is Saturday; if you don't have anything planned, we could do it in the morning, and then grab some breakfast or something."
He made it almost sound like a date. "Sure, tomorrow morning I am free. That will be fine."
He laughed. "Well, I am glad I don't have to pay for it," and let the double entendre ride.
I blushed again. "I wasn't going to charge you, I mean ..."
He laughed. "There goes my unfiltered mind again. I am sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything. I would appreciate your assistance, and if you want to grab something to eat afterwards, it would be my treat, as a thank you for your help."
"Sure. What time?" I asked.
"Earlier the better for me. I am up early, so you name the time."
"Okay, how about eight then?" I said, my mind running over the thoughts of working so close with him.
"Sure! Sounds great!" He stood. "I have to get back for that phone call."
I stood, and nearly bumped into him. I hadn't expected him to move towards me. He gripped my shoulders and steadied me. The strength in his arms made my cock jump again. I swayed a bit, and he brushed against me.
I got a whiff of him, and closed my eyes. What a heady smell! Fuck! Bottle it and sell it for millions, I thought. Then he moved and, in the process, brushed his thigh against my horny dick.
"Sorry, Paul. Are you okay? The beer hit you that fast?" He held me, and looked into my eyes. His smile was back, but there was a look of concern. Standing so close to Jeff left me breathless. He smiled so wonderfully, and his touch was amazing! And had his thigh actually brushed my dick? Oh Fuck!
"No, it's okay - just a bit light-headed. Sorry," I mumbled, trying not to humiliate myself.
He released my arms, and patted me on the shoulders. "Okay, if you are sure you are okay. Can't have anything happening to my computer guru!"
He turned and walked towards the front door. Were his shorts lower? I could see the top of his crack now, and it looked amazing! I didn't realize he had stopped, and I walked into his back, poking him with my dick.
"Oh, hey, there, Paul." He turned and, as he did, his hand brushed across the front of my shorts and hard on. He laughed. "Remind me not to drop the soap in the shower, when you are around."
I went red to the tips of my ears, and probably had my face flashing like the lights on a police cruiser. "Oh, shit! There goes the unfiltered crap." He looked me in the face with all sincerity. "I am so dumb. I don't really mean to keep saying stupid things. They just kind of float around in my mind and pop out from time to time."
He smiled again and said, "I hope you won't hold it against me." Again, it sounded like he was going for the double meaning.
He stepped back from me, and I was still reeling from the headiness of his scent. He took hold of my arms again and said, "I am so sorry. I hope you will accept my apologies for my behavior today. I do have to get back my social practices. I can be so bad sometimes."
He kind of gave me a squeeze and a shake, and I mumbled, "No, it's okay. Not a problem. I understand," or something like that. I was being electrified by his touch.
I was transfixed, as he walked to the front door, opened it, walked out, and closed it with a, "See you in the morning."
I shook my head. That was the closest I had been to a nearly naked man since my last gym class in high school. I was wired! I pulled off the sweatshirt, dropped my shorts, and gripped my dick. I started fisting, hard and fast. I was so close to cumming, without touching myself, that I knew it was only going to be seconds. I shut my eyes and saw, with my minds eye, his wonderful body, his dick, his hands, his eyes, his balls, his hair, his ass, and, oh, fuck, that smell!
I was blasting all over the kitchen floor, when the doorbell rang again. Fuck! Who was that!
I waddled to the front door with my shorts around my ankles and looked through the peephole. It was Jeff again. Fuck! I pulled up my shorts and said, "Just a moment!" I looked for the sweatshirt, grabbed it, and threw it on, as I opened the door.
"Sorry," Jeff said, and looked me up and down in a quick glance, "I am such a dense guy, or maybe the beer hit me as well. We did say eight, right?" He had a quizzical look on his face.
My heart was still pounding from the orgasm, and seeing him on the tails of that, kept it pumping. "Yeah," I said, trying to gather my breath and thoughts.
"Okay, good. Then I am not loosing it," he said, with that amazing smile. "See you then, Paul."
"Sure," I managed, as I closed the door and slumped against it. That's when I saw the cum on my leg, and noticed that my sweatshirt was on backwards! Oh Fuck! Did he see that, or figure that out? Was that what the once-over was for?
I got to my feet, turned around the t-shirt, and then headed into the kitchen. I grabbed an apple, some water, and a muffin. I stood there, leaning over the sink, scarfing them down, as I replayed Jeff in my mind. His smell, his looks, the heat and strength of his hands, his cock and balls on display up his shorts, the sparkle of sweat in his arm pit hairs . . . all of it was swirling in my mind. I was hard again in moments, as I washed down the last of the muffin with the last of the water.
I put the beer cans in the recycle bag, and rinsed the glass. As I walked back to the front hall and turned to head down it, I saw my work clothes strewn all along the floor. Had he seen that?
I went back along the trail and picked them all up. Then I saw the ones I had taken off the night before. All the shirts and slacks would need to go to the cleaners to be laundered and pressed. I put them in the dry cleaning bag.
I spotted the towel then, dropping the bag, and grabbed it up. I pulled it to my face and inhaled. It was his smell! It was still a bit damp from his sweat.
I held it up, and looked at every square inch carefully, from both sides. I found one area that was kind of crusty, and wondered if that was where he had wiped up his cum. It was to my nose, and then to my mouth, almost simultaneously. I wanted to believe that I was tasting his cum, and smelling it at the same time.
I pushed down my shorts and gripped my dick again. Finally, I came out of my daze and realized it was nearly dark.
I hurried back to my computer room, and saw that Jeff was, once again, naked in his living room. I licked my lips at the image, and squeezed my cock.
I stripped down and, once more, set about watching this `god' go about his normal routine, while I watched, and slowly stroked my cock. I followed him when he went to his bathroom to pee, and then back to his living room. He followed the same routine as last night, in that he found some soft porn and began stroking.
Tonight, he played with his balls more; and was he reaching further in and playing with his hole? He had his eyes closed, as he worked over his body, and pumped his dick in the same manner as he had last night.
I immediately followed the same rhythm and method on my own dick. Mine was a couple of inches shorter than his, but, nonetheless, I was enjoying mine. I thought of my hand wrapped around his dick, and lost it right then. I shot all over my chest, as I watched him ratchet up his speed.
Soon, he was shooting his own volley of cum. This time, it looked like he grabbed the gym shorts he had worn over, to wipe up the cum.
Soon after, he retired to his bedroom and, again, the routine repeated itself from the night before. I brought in my computer chair this time, and put my feet up on the other chair, as I watched him read and fondle his cock and balls.
Again, I watched him by moonlight settle into his sleep. Then I fell asleep, with my hard dick in my hand.
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