This is a work of fiction. None of these characters actually exist. This story contains consensual homosexual sex. If that is not something you would want to read about, and/or it is illegal where you live, then please go read something else.
Teaching My Neighbor
I had noticed the man next door a few times on the way home from school. He had moved in a month earlier, and pretty much kept to himself. He was pushing thirty or perhaps even pulling it, but physically, he was fit. He had light brown hair, cut short and brushed forward. His nose was narrow and he had a strong jaw line. My mom had told me a week earlier, that she talked to him once or twice, but he seemed reclusive. From what little she got, it was deduced that he worked out of an office in his house so he was at home most of the time.
He liked to work in his yard; and I would often watch him rake and tend to his landscaping. I asked Mrs. Quatlebaum across the street, about him. She usually can tell you everything down to the shoe size about anyone in the neighborhood. I didn't get any information from her either. I found my curiosity growing around this secretive man. His quiet and shy demeanor was drawing me to him. I wouldn't say I became obsessed, but I was certainly interested.
"Hello," I said as I leaned against the painted wooden gate to his yard. He looked up at me with a surprised smile and quit raking. His eyes ran over me and returned to the ground. I am just eighteen, and a little too thin. I try to eat, but it just doesn't stick. I have short hair, and in my opinion, a rather plain face. My best friend tells me I am cute, and my mom calls me a catch. I just think I am your run of the mill twink.
"Hello," he returned. He tried to act casual, but failed miserably. His eyes made several passes over my chest. I had purposefully worn a tight ringer t-shirt and tight jeans to gauge his response. I was confident he had answered my silent question. His telephone rang, making him jump. He excused himself and trotted toward the house. I watched his ass move in his jeans, and knew I wanted to feel those buns.
"See you later," I called after him. He waved quickly over his shoulder as he slipped through the door.
The following evening, I was sitting in my room finishing a Christopher Rice novel. I hadn't been to the library recently, so I didn't have anything to read except a few comic books and the manual from my knew printer. With a few unoccupied moments, my mind moved to the man next door. I walked to my window and looked over at the neighbor's house. There was a light on in a room directly across from mine. I watched as a shadow moved across the wall. My neighbor's shadow. I shifted to the edge of the window and tried to hide behind the curtain. His window was uncovered, and I could see his bedroom. I looked with wonder at the beautiful wallpaper and furniture. It was all very tasteful, and looked expensive.
Suddenly he appeared, and I jumped back. My gold fish in it's bowl sloshed back and forth, almost falling from my desk. I caught it, apologized to Romeo my black moor, and returned my gaze to the window. I edged further behind the curtain so he couldn't see me. He was talking on the phone, and not paying attention to what was outside. I could see him so plainly. His tie was loose and his shirt tail was hanging out. He turned away and walked back into the room, but I could still see his shadow.
He appeared at the window again, now without the phone. He pulled his tie over his head, and tossed it to his right. I kneeled next to the window watching him unbutton his shirt. I got nervous and looked over my shoulder at my bedroom door. Mom never came in without knocking, but I was sure it was unlocked. I returned my gaze to the unexpected strip show. He stood there, looking out into the darkness; his bare chest glowing in the moonlight. He was well toned. He wasn't buff like a weight lifter, but he was slim, and got plenty of exercise in the garden. I felt my cock stir at the sight of him, and I lost my head. Before I knew what I was doing, I stood up and turned my back to the window. I slowly pulled off my shirt and let it drop to the floor. I could feel him watching or at least I hoped he was.
I turned slowly until we were facing each other. He looked away when we made eye contact, but didn't move from the window. I held my gaze until he looked back, so that he would know it was okay. He did look back and we made eye contact again. I put my finger to my lips and smiled slyly. I trailed the finger over my chin, through the ridge between my flat pecs, and down my abs. I slowly unbuttoned my pants and slipped my hand into my underwear. My new friend stepped closer to the window and put one hand against the glass. His lips parted and his eyes widened. I knew I had him. He was mine, and all I had to do was claim him. I turned my back to him and looked over my shoulder, attempting to look coy. I pushed my jeans down, slowly bending at the waist. I stepped out of my pants, held them at arms length, and made a show of dropping them to the floor.
I could see his pants bulging. He slid a hand over his crotch and gripped his cock. I looked again at my door. It was past eleven, and I figured Mom was probably in bed. I looked back through the window to find my neighbor had unbuttoned his pants and was rubbing his chest. It amused me to see his shyness melt away. I smiled at him as I pointed my finger at my chest and then at him. He stopped rubbing and looked around. He pointed at the floor with a questioning look. I nodded and opened my window. He opened his window and looked out into the night. I checked to see if the coast was clear and ran across the lawn. My bare feet fell softly on the grass. I nearly slipped once as I darted the short distance between our houses. It was warm but I was a still chilly in just my underwear. I climbed through the window and closed the roman blinds. He stood before me, not sure of what was happening. I walked closer and laid my hand on his chest. He looked deep into my eyes and I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. He was shaking slightly and his breathing was fast. He touched my back but then stopped and stepped away. He looked down at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He glanced around the room and back to me. He was very nervous, but I didn't know why.
"Can I get you anything," he asked. The question seemed out of place.
"There is only one thing I want," I said as I ran the back of my hand over his crotch. He jumped and laughed nervously. He put his hand over his crotch, and stepped back again.
"What do you want to do," he stammered.
"Haven't you done this before?" My question was harsh and his response surprised me. He turned around and walked over to the bed, rested one hand on a post and looked down at the floor. I suddenly realized that he hadn't. I walked over and put my hand on his back. "It's okay. Let's talk." He turned around and smiled and I held his arm. Together we sat and got comfortable on the edge of the bed. "My name is Trey, what's yours?"
"Jerry," he said. He smiled and crossed his arms, looking embarrassed.
"So, what is this all about?" I think he was surprised by the bluntness of my question. I figured that by now he would see I am a blunt person, and I couldn't think of an easier way.
"I don't know. I knew I wasn't happy. I never married; hell, I hardly dated. I knew I had feelings, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to pursue them. I moved away from my friends and family, and decided to keep to myself until I figured it out."
"Sometimes you learn about yourself through other people." He smiled and looked into my eyes.
"I'm starting to see that. When I saw you, I was so taken with your, your smile, and, well, you are beautiful. I started to understand my feelings. How can you be so young and so wise?" I blushed and looked down at my hands that rested on my naked lap.
"Let's just say, I have lived a lot in a short period of time. I realized I was gay when I was little. I came out to my mom when I was fourteen. She's okay with it now, but she thought it was just a phase." I stared into space as I opened up to him.
"How do I know this isn't just a phase I'm going through?"
"I only know one way to find out." I leaned over and kissed him softly, opening my mouth just a little and pressing my tongue between his lips. He ran a hand up my neck and through my short hair. I leaned forward until he was on his back. We kissed hungrily and explored each others bodies with our hands. I nuzzled his neck, licking the salt from his skin. He ran his hands through my hair and rubbed my neck. I could now feel his cock begin to grow against my leg. I pushed away from him and sat on the bed.
"You aren't ready. I bet you don't even have any lube. I'll be back tomorrow night. I'll tell my mom that I am staying at my friend Jennie's house. I'll bring some condoms and we'll make an evening of it." At first he looked disappointed at my interruption. He realized I was right and just nodded. I kissed him once more then climbed over the sill. I darted again across the yard and dove through the window to my room. We waved to each other then closed our windows. I turned out the light, grabbed a few tissues and collapsed into bed. I rubbed my dick as I thought of Jerry. He was so gentle, the way he touched me, and his soft kisses. What kind of name is Jerry? I finished quickly, gasping and bucking in my bed. I cleaned up and drifted off to sleep.
The next day moved by slowly. I was ready to go to Jennies at eight. I carried my bag from my room and tossed it next to the front door. Mom sat in the living room watching one of those decorating shows. I grabbed her shoulders from behind and kissed her on the cheek.
"Now, have a good time," she said. Mom went back to her show without another word. After years of her telling me to be safe and other typical mom things, and me complaining, she had lightened up on it. I was going to start college this fall, and I figured I was a responsible adult. I soon found I missed those small phrases, that showed how much she loved me.
I checked myself in the mirror, grabbed my bag and jogged out the door. I had stocked my bag with the basics and a few special items for Jerry. I had to go to Jennie's first and wait for her parents to go to sleep. Friends have asked me why someone my age, who is out of the closet, goes to all this trouble. I tell them how my mom is already worried about me being beat up and getting diseases. She doesn't need to worry where I am at night. Jennie was waiting for me on her front porch. She jumped up and kissed me when I got to the steps.
"Mom and Dad should be asleep by ten. Now come in and tell me about this old guy your seeing." Jennie was a beautiful girl. If things had been different, I would have fallen in love with her. She had long brown hair that hung in a perfect frame around her cute face. Her pixie nose was joined by beautiful green eyes that sparkled when she smiled. Jennie's parents didn't know what to think the first time she asked if I could stay the night. We had been best friends for years and had grown inseparable. She was the first person I told I was gay, and she was there when I told my mom. They thought it might be some elaborate trick until we all watched My Fair Lady together. I knew every word, and have been one of the girls ever since. I have even shopped with her mom, to help her pick out clothes. Jennie was happy in jeans and a sweat shirt. I worried about her sometimes.
"He is not that old," I said as we ran to her room. We sat on the floor and started eating oreos and thumbing through magazines. We plan our subscriptions so that we don't receive the same book and then trade when we have read them. I love her Teen People and she loves my Genre.
"I have seen the guy. He is at least thirty. You are eighteen. That is a big difference." Jennie painted her toenails sparkly blue in between bites from cookies and turning the pages of Interview. She even had time to question my choice in men. She was an experienced multi-tasker.
"I have been with older guys. It is no big deal. The thing that bothers me is that he lives right next door to my house." I took a bite of my cookie and looked at the clock.
"Ready to ditch me, huh? Mom and Dad might be asleep." She slowly stood up and walked carefully, as not to smudge her nails, to the door and looked down the hall. Their light was off and the house was quiet. "Go for it, twink." I grabbed my bag and crawled out of her window. I stopped long enough to kiss Jennie on the cheek. "Be back before dawn," she called after me. I waved over my shoulder and hurried down the street. I figured I would be back much sooner.
I avoided street lamps and luckily there were not many dogs between Jennie's house and mine. I decided to cut through a neighbor's back yard and around the back of my house. I snuck along side of his house and tapped on his bedroom window. He pushed up the sash and helped me through. He closed the window quickly and shut the blinds.
I looked around at the mood he had set. There were candles burning in various holders on every surface he could find. Soft music played low on the stereo. He even had a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket near the bed. I moved close to him and kissed him tenderly. He embraced me this time and kissed me back. His apprehension was gone, and he was ready. We separated and smiled lasciviously at each other.
"I guess you aren't as nervous this time." I glanced at the bed that had already been turned down. I was surprised there were no rose petals.
"Oh, yeah, I am. I have just been psyching myself up for this all day. I got nothing done other than this room."
"I hope I don't disappoint you." I picked my bag up from next to the window and tossed it beside the bed. "Have you ever been rimmed?" He blushed at my blunt question. I was never subtle, but I thought that was part of my charm.
"Yes, actually," he replied. "I had a girlfriend who was into that stuff."
"Really," I asked a little surprised. "Did she ever finger you?"
"A few times," he smiled, and looked at the floor.
"Have you ever done anything with a man?"
"Well, once in college ... so many stories start that way." He sat on the bed and crossed his arms as I opened the champagne. The cork popped and I thought he was going to hit the floor. I poured him a glass, and he settled back into his story. "I had to kiss a guy for a fraternity thing. I was so drunk that I can hardly remember it. It was related to me the next morning in great detail. I got aroused as my frat brothers told me about it. You would think more would have happened to me in a frat house." Between the champagne and the conversation, I could see he was starting to loosen up.
I took his glass and pulled him to his feet. I started to unbutton his shirt as he continued on about past girlfriends, and fraternity pranks. He leaned in and started kissing my neck. It wasn't long before we were nude. I backed toward the bed hoping he would join me. I climbed onto the mattress and patted the spot to my right. He crawled across the distance and kissed me again. If nothing else, he liked to kiss, and he was good at it.
He laid next to me stroking my side and squeezing my butt. I rolled closer to him and pressed our chests together. I could tell he was getting hot. I pushed him on his back and hovered above him, kissing and licking my way from his neck to his chest . I bit one hard nipple as I pinched the other. I continued on, licking my way down his abs to his package.
He was semierect and already impressive. I ran my tongue up his cock, from the root to the uncut tip. I grasped it near the base and took him into my mouth. I worked on his dick for several minutes, slurping and sucking him into a frenzy. I stopped short of his orgasm and moved down to his balls. He arched his back and moaned as I sucked one into my mouth and then the other. He moaned so loud, I thought that maybe I had made a mistake and that I might take him over the edge.
I lifted my head and ran my fingers through his dark curly hair. I spread his legs and maneuvered my tongue to his hole. He gasped as I flicked my tongue over his opening. I licked a finger and pressed it into him. He tensed his ass, then forced himself to relax. I moved my finger in and out a few times as I licked his balls.
I reached down beside the bed and found my bag on the floor. I unzipped the top and put it next to us on the bed. I rummaged around until I found a probe. I licked the end of it and replaced my finger with its round tip. I pushed it deep into him and pressed it against his prostate. I rubbed the ball shaped end against his prostate and his cock got even harder. He moaned and squirmed and arched his back. I withdrew the probe and found a condom. I enjoyed playing with his joy button, but I was getting very hard. I knelt in front of him and rolled a condom over my dick. I found the lube, inserted the tip into his ass and squeezed. He squirmed a little from the cold.
"Ready," I asked. He opened his eyes and stared at me for a moment. I thought he might change his mind. He grinned slightly and nodded. I guided my dick to his hole and slowly pressed the sheathed head against his pucker and tried to enter him. The head slipped in and he ground his hips pushing away from me. I stopped and let him get used to the feeling. His eyes were closed and his jaw was set. I knew it hurt, but he was taking it well.
When we were both ready, I pressed into him again. I moved slowly trying to be as gentle as possible. It had been a long time since I was a virgin, but you always remembered that first time. I wanted it to be a pleasant memory. I also wanted to have him again. When I thought it was safe I pulled out and pushed back in.
I kept a slow rhythm and watched him closely. When he started to thrust his hips to meet me, I quickened my pace. I leaned over and kissed his lightly haired chest. He began to moan, and I knew he had left the pain behind, and was feeling the pleasure. I looked up and caught his gaze. We stared into each others eyes as I moved above him. I was ready to cum, and started to thrust faster. I grunted and gasped as I climaxed and pressed my body against his. My abs convulsed and I held him until I regained control. My cock slipped out of him, and I unromantically pulled my condom off and tossed it in a nearby waste basket.
I slithered up his body and kissed him deeply. "Are you ready to pitch," I asked. He looked at me with question. "Fuck me. Are you ready to fuck me?" He smiled at me and tried not to laugh.
"Yeah, I think I am." I reached down and grabbed his cock and stroked it gently. I found another condom in my bag and held it up like a holy relic. I tore it out of the package and put it against my mouth. I ran it down his dick with my lips and tongue. "You are rather talented."
"I saw it on HBO." He sat up and kissed me as he gently laid me down on the bed.
"Roll over," he whispered in my ear. His hot breath tickled the hair on my neck. I eagerly obliged. He climbed over me and positioned himself with his hands holding him up and his cock resting on the crack of my ass.
"The lube," I said. He stopped and reached for the bag. He found the bottle and applied it clumsily to his cock and into my hole. He tossed it on the bed and steadied himself above me. I felt his cock spread my cheeks and find my hole. I bit my lip as he pushed a little too hard. "Slower."
"Sorry." He slowly pressed into me again. Soon he had it in all the way. He pulled it out and picked up a slow, shallow stroke. It wasn't bad after a while. He would get better with time and I wasn't expecting much. His breathing quickened and so did his thrusts. I knew he was going to cum soon. I figured he hadn't had sex in a while, by the way he had talked. I have never minded when a guy was quick. I like a cock up my ass as much as the next boy, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. That goes for big cocks, too.
"I'm going to come," he gasped. He drove in deep and pressed his face against my back. He jerked a few times and exhaled sharply. I savored the feeling of our skin, hot and sweaty, pressed together. He rolled off of me and laid on his back. I lifted up on one elbow and watched him breath. It was certainly not the best sex I had ever had, but this guy was new to the game. I wanted to teach him how to play.
"That was amazing. I have never experienced anything like that." I sat up in bed and grabbed my bag. I slid off of the bed and gathered my clothes. "Where are you going," Jerry asked as he scrambled to get off the bed. He discarded his condom and grabbed me by the arm.
"I have to go." I said as tenderly as possible. I kissed him gently and pulled up my pants. He sat down on the bed and watched me dress.
"Will I see you again," he asked, defeated.
"I live next door; what do you think? I am also a horny little bastard. I'll be over for a regular fuck if you want me." He smiled as he pulled on a silk robe. "In the meantime, I have you a few places to visit." I took some cards from my pocket and handed them to him. "These are local clubs and organizations." He looked at the different cards, then put them on his bedside table.
"Will ... will you go with me one night." He spoke like a nervous child dreading a dentist appointment. Hopefully it wouldn't be that traumatic.
"Sure, why not. We'll have to go to one of the clubs or festivals though. I can't get into the bars." I opened the window and scurried over the sill. He handed me the bag and kissed me one more time. He looked sad, but I wasn't sure why. I was afraid that maybe it wasn't what he was looking for. "I'll see you soon. That is, if you want." I turned and trotted across the yard and behind the house. I made it to the street without disturbing any dogs. I walked slowly toward Jennie's. I was still reveling in that after-sex high. I could still feel him in me. That feeling that has always intrigued me. I wondered if he could still feel me. It didn't matter, because he'd be feeling me again, soon enough.
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