Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 21:25:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Watching My New Neighbor - Chapter 5

I blushed all over, and moved away from him, just a bit out of his reach,
but I managed a smile.  Was he coming on to me?  I couldn't tell.  He was
always so open about everything.  I wondered about that.  Was it because he
was just that way - talking about sex, circle jerks, docking, and all so
casually? Or was he using it to seduce me?

He went inside and brought out baked potatoes, beans, plates, and
condiments . . . all on a tray.  After he served up the steaks, we sat down
at his picnic table, each of us on opposite sides; I was basically looking
directly at him.

The steak had smelled wonderful, but it tasted amazing!  I took a bite, and
then quickly fixed my potato, and helped myself to some beans.  Once our
plates were set, we dug in.  Between bites, Jeff talked about upcoming
movies, and we chatted that up all through dinner.

It was difficult to look directly at him; he was just so damn handsome
. . . and that smile which he kept flashing!  Once or twice, I missed a
question, because I was so absorbed in looking at him.  I guess he just
figured I was enjoying the food, and missed the question; so he would
repeat it.

After dinner, I helped take the leftover stuff inside, and we made quick
work of putting everything away, and getting the stuff into the
dishwasher. We went back outside and sat in the folding chairs on the lawn,
drinking beers.  Again, we were facing each other, but I could see up one
leg of his shorts to his free hanging nuts and dick.

This distracted me even more than his looks, and I realized I was beginning
to swell, as I watched him.  Then I wondered if he could see up the legs of
my shorts, so I adjusted my position, putting one leg across the knee of
the other, hoping to reduce the gapping of the legs of my shorts, and to
hide my growing problem.

He started talking about the camping trip, and mentally making a list of
things we would need.  He asked quite a few questions about what I liked to
eat and drink.  Did I prefer wine or beer, or something harder? What did I
like for breakfast?

Then he moved onto clothes and mentioned, again, that I could use his boots
and a pair of his shorts.  That made me blush, thinking of what happened
when I tried on his shorts.

"Gotta take a leak," he said, as he stood and walked over by the gravel.
He stood sideways to me, and pulled his dick out of the leg of his shorts
and began pissing.  I was so totally absorbed in watching him, that I
didn't realize he was looking at me.

"What? You've never seen a guy take a leak outside before?" he laughed, as
he shook his dick, and then turned towards me as he slipped it back into
his shorts.

"Ah, yeah, but never seen someone so uninhibited to just to whip it out in
front of another guy and take it," I said.

"Oh, so it's okay to whip it out in front of a girl and take a leak?" he
said, as he scratched his crotch.  I had to raise my eyes from his crotch,
and saw his smile.

"No, I mean, yes, I mean, it's just, um, uninhibited to do that in front of
anyone," I managed to get out.

"So, what? You never took a leak in the showers in the locker room?" he
asked, sitting down across from me again, and crossing his legs.

"I, uh, well, I don't remember.  I haven't been in a locker room since high
school, I think," I managed to blush, as I said this.

"Well, that's probably it.  It's been too long since you probably did it in
the shower.  All guys do it.  Just like all guys jerk off." He looked at my
face and said, "Sorry, no filter again."

I was getting embarrassed that he was apologizing so much about what he
said.  "Jeff, it is me that should be apologizing, for making you try to
not say things that are natural for you.  I don't mean to get up-tight
about everything you say."  I swallowed, and just tried to get it all
out. "I mean, I haven't been around anyone that talks about sex so openly
and so nonchalantly, or with such lack of concern about how others are
going to take it." This wasn't coming out right at all.

"What I am trying to say is, just be yourself, and I will just understand
that it is your way of communicating, and try to take it in the context
that it is meant," I finished with a sigh.

"So, you're saying, just let my mouth go, and you'll get over it?"

"Yeah, something like that," I managed.

"So if I ask you if you liked what you saw all the time you have been
looking up the legs of my shorts, that would be okay?"

I choked on the beer I was trying to sip when he said that.  I went
nuclear, and felt heat waves pouring off of my face. I stammered, and tried
to swallow, and tried to get up all at the same time.  "I'm sorry; I didn't
mean, what I mean is," and went into another coughing fit.

"See, maybe I do need the filter," he said, with that big smile on his
face, as he pounded me on the back.

"Water," I managed to croak out.  He ran into the house and was back in a
flash, with a glass of water.  I tried drinking it, but choked again, and
could hardly breathe.  He pounded me on the back some more.

I finally got my breath, but couldn't talk.  I took another swig of water,
and this time it went down.  I began to breath more normally, and waved
away his pounding fist.

"I'm okay," I said in a raspy voice.

"I am sorry; I just got too bold." I remembered it was his questions that
started all of this.  I blushed again.

"It's okay; it was just a joke.  Nothing meant by it.  And, by the way, if
you want to look, it's okay.  I really don't mind people looking at my
body.  I guess it's what I expect when I wander around naked all the time."

He laughed and said, "And you are practically naked here, as well." He
pulled out the waistband of my shorts and then let it snap back.

I went all crimson again, and he laughed and pulled down the front of his
shorts, and said, "Look all you want.  Really.  It's okay."

I nearly choked again.  I wanted to stare at his awesome equipment, but
didn't want to be caught doing it.

I looked at my watch instead, and lamely said, "Ah, it's late, and I have
to get up early to get to work." I was stringing words together in machine
gun pattern; trying to get them all out at one time, and leave at the same
time.

"Fuck! I've done it again," Jeff said, with great sincerity.  He had pulled
his shorts back up, and was following me as I headed back through the
house.

"No, no," I said, trying to reassure him. "Really.  Dinner was amazing, and
I enjoyed talking with you." Did I really stress "talking" too much?

"You sure?" he said, and he caught up with me, and put his hand on my back.
The flesh of his hand felt like it was searing my body, it was so hot.
Damn, that felt good!

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.  Just need to get some rest before the big
day tomorrow."

"Are we still on for the trip to the cabin this weekend?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah; I cleared it with my boss to take Friday off," I managed to get
out, as I headed for his front door.

"Oh, great!  We can make an early start!  Only 3 more days of work for you,
and then we can head out!"  He had caught up to me again, and put his hand
on my shoulder.

"So why don't you come over Wednesday night, and we can go over the lists
and make sure we have everything?  That will give me Thursday to get
anything that we need."  He rubbed my shoulder, and I jumped out the door
in a panic, and ran to my house.

Inside, after I had slammed the door, my heart was racing.  His close
physical contact drove me crazy!  That's when I realized my dick was
tenting the front of my shorts; I mean his shorts.  Fuck! Had he noticed?

I didn't turn on any lights, but ran to my computer room and looked across
the way.  Jeff had shed his shorts and was working in the kitchen,
finishing cleaning up from dinner.

I shucked the shorts off and sat down, gripping my hard dick in my fist.
Fuck! In my mind, I kept seeing the flash of his dick and balls, when he
pulled down his shorts.  It was so gorgeous!

I was pumping away, as Jeff came back into his living room, flipped on the
TV, and sat in his recliner.  Soon, I saw he had the porn on again, and was
playing with his rapidly growing dick.  Oh shit! I shot all over my chest,
and collapsed back into my chair.

Hours later, I woke with a crick in my neck.  All the lights were out at
Jeff's house, and I saw that it was 2:13 AM. Fuck! I had fallen asleep in
the chair again.  I moved and worked out the kinks, then headed off to my
bed, and realized I hadn't slept here for a couple of nights.

I was soon fast asleep, but my dreams were filled with visions of a naked
Jeff sitting in my living room, jerking off with me sitting naked in my
recliner, stroking as I watched him work on his dick.

I woke late, and must have hit the snooze button way too many times.  I
jumped in the shower, dressed, grabbed a breakfast bar, and headed off to
work.

Once at my desk, I logged into my computer, and then into my private e-mail
account.  There was an e-mail from Jeff:

Paul,

Once again, it seems that I have offended you with my unabashed manner.  It
certainly wasn't my intention.  I really just like being around you, and
don't know why I keep letting my words and actions get out of line.

I hope this will not affect our friendship, and that we can still be
neighborly, and still go on the camping trip. Yes, to the camping trip?
Please?

Okay, I'll await your reply, and will not say anything else.  I have to go
up to the college this afternoon to do some research and talk to some
people, so I won't be back until late.

I hope we can still get together on Wednesday night to discuss our plans
for the weekend.

Keep me posted and have fun!

And, again, my apologies.

Jeff

I sat looking at the e-mail for a long time.  How should I respond? Was he
coming on to me with his begging? Was he gay? Or was he just having fun at
my expense?  That had happened more than once in high school.

He was so open about his sexuality.  I mean, being nude, discussing jerking
off, and circle jerks.  My brain had a difficult time getting past images
of his crotch and his hairy crack.  My dick was getting hard, and I was
realizing that all the stories I had read, about the little head being in
charge sometimes, were true.  Was I thinking logically, or just with my
dick?

My dick wanted some action of any kind, even if it was only jerking off
while watching Jeff from afar; but I knew that I wanted more than that.  I
wanted to taste his cock.  I wanted to run my nose along his hairy crack.
I wanted to nuzzle his balls, and, yes, I wanted him to fuck me, I think.

I grabbed a file folder, used it to cover my obvious tent, and hurried off
to the men's room.  I went into the last stall, dropped my trousers to the
floor, and began fisting my dick, even before I could sit down.

I knew I was getting close, when I heard the door bang open. I stopped,
with my heart racing, and listened.  The guy went up to a urinal and let
out a powerful stream of piss before flushing, and then washing his hands.

I waited for the sound of the door closing, before I went back to fisting.
Soon I was shooting a load into the wad of toilet paper that I held over
the end of my pulsing cock.

I remembered Jeff tasting his cum.  I brought the tissue to my nose and
smelled.  The familiar bleachy smell was there, and now that I had come, I
didn't want to taste it.  I wondered how Jeff managed to do it after every
time he came.

I pulled myself together, tucked in my shirt, washed my hands and, with the
folder, hurried back to my desk.  I realized I had left my e-mail open.  I
got to my desk, and closed Jeff's e-mail, and logged out of my account.

Then, for the next hour, I sat, worried, thought, laid out replies, and
replayed images of Jeff in my mind.  I looked at the clock, and realized I
had not done a thing, and, once again, I was rock hard.

I decided to get some work done, and not rush back to the restroom; but my
attention just wasn't on the task.  I opened up my e-mail account, and
reread Jeff's e-mail.

I started composing a reply.  I would type, erase, type some more, erase,
and edit.

Finally, I thought I had the reply just right:

Jeff,

Thank you for your apology . . . and I accept it.

Jeff, yes, we can still be friends, and yes, I would still like to go
camping this weekend.

But to be honest, your openness is something I am not used to.  Don't get
me wrong; I am no bible-thumping prude.  I just have never been around
someone who was so free, both with their body and with their words, male or
female.

You do and say things that I have no experience or history with, so I have
difficulty processing everything sometimes (well, a lot of the time).  I
don't know if it has come across in our discussion, but I have led a rather
sheltered life so far, and my experiences are very limited.

So, I think it is me that must apologize.  You are an amazingly handsome
man, and, on top of that, you say and do things that are not so much
inappropriate as much as unexpected.  Women must fall all over themselves
when you are around, especially if you act and speak as openly as you have
around me.

Yes, Wednesday, we can still meet to discuss the plans for the camping
trip. Why don't you come to my place for dinner, and then we can type up
the list of items that I need to bring, and need to get for the trip.

And, I will work on understanding what you are doing and saying from your
perspective, and not mine.

So until Wednesday night, have fun!

Paul

I read through it a dozen times, fixing typos, redoing words, and just
trying to make sure that it said what I wanted it to say without me coming
across as an idiot, or some gay pervert that wanted to jump his bones, or
some narrow minded twit.

I had purposely put in the part about women, although I hoped that he
didn't like them.  And I hoped that he understood that, "my experiences are
very limited," meant I hadn't had a lot of sex.  Hell, I hadn't had any!

Finally, I clicked Send, and logged out of my e-mail.  I went back to
trying to work, but I was hard again, as images of naked Jeff, and what I
wanted to do with him, kept flashing in my mind.  I headed back to the
men's room for another jerk off session.

During lunch, I went for a walk to try and clear my mind.  I kept thinking
about a weekend with a naked Jeff, and had to take off my coat so I could
carry it over my arm while hiding my crotch.

I looked up, and had no idea where I was, or how I had gotten here.  I
found a park bench to sit down and think.  I had never done anything with
anyone, and had kind of gotten used to my lonely life of porn surfing and
jerking off.

But ever since Jeff moved in, I was becoming obsessed with him.  I wanted
to do something with him, but didn't know how to go about getting to that
possibility.  He sounded open, and possibly gay, or at least bi.

I had no idea how to get to that point, and wasn't going to be satisfied
just watching him in his house.  It was so all consuming to me.

I had this paranoia that someone would find out I was gay, and that would
be the end of my life.  How could I face anyone I knew, if they knew I was
gay? Wouldn't they think less of me?  Wouldn't they think I was some kind
of pervert or something?

I had read all the stuff about coming out, and how guys felt liberated when
they did; but I knew that my situation was unique.  People would treat me
different.

More important, I might blow whatever chance I would have of getting to
know Jeff, if he knew I liked guys.  I mean, he came across accepting and
all, but it could be a ploy to seduce me, and then make fun of me when I
finally expressed my feelings.

I had read too many stories of humiliation where that had happened.  I was
sure that was what was going to happen to me.  I was afraid to go to a gay
bar, or an adult bookstore, even.

As far as cruising some bathroom or some park, I knew I would be caught by
the police and arrested.  I had read about these places where guys go to
hook up for anonymous sex; getting blow jobs, or even fucking right there
in the park; I would surely be caught and then exposed.

I shook my head; I had to figure this out.  I was becoming so obsessed with
Jeff, and the possibility of actually having sex, that it was all I could
think about.  My work would suffer if this continued.

I thought maybe the trip to his cabin would be a way to sort everything
out; but I was apprehensive about that as well.  What if he didn't like me?
What if he was just a jock out to humiliate me?

I had to bury that idea.  I wanted this to work.  I had to be positive, and
I couldn't sit here and let paranoia overtake me; I knew that was close to
happening.  It is a problem I had had ever since high school, when I
discovered that I liked men.

I stood up, put on my coat, and looked up and down the street, trying to
get my bearings.  I must have looked down this one street six times before
realizing that I recognized a store on the corner several blocks away.  If
I could get there, I would be able to get back to the office.

I strode down to the store, got my bearings, and headed back to the office.
When I got there, my heart was beginning to get back to normal, but my
armpits were soaked from sweating in the heat, and the hurry to get back to
the office.  I was out of breath!

I had to stop in the lobby, put on my jacket, catch my breath, and calm
down. Then I went to the men's room located in the lobby, and splashed
water on my face.  There was no color in my face.  I stayed there with my
hands on the counter, looking into the mirror, until I had some semblance
of normalcy about myself.

I kept remembering Jeff naked; naked, and stroking his huge cock!  Fuck!
My mind was messed up today!

Back at my desk, I called my boss and explained that I wasn't feeling well
and needed to go home.  He said, "Sure," and hoped that I would get to
feeling better.

I raced to my car and then to my home.  Once there, I checked that Jeff
wasn't visible, then stripped off my clothes, and left them in a pile in
the hallway.  I hurried to my computer room, drew the curtains, and logged
in to one of my favorite sites.

I was rock hard and dripping, as I found video after video that pushed my
buttons.  I was pumping away on my dick, and, in a matter of minutes, blew
a load on my stomach.

Yet, I was still hard.  Then I found a site with guys on webcams jerking
off.  I couldn't believe it!  Many of them showed their face, and seemed to
enjoy jerking off for the guys watching.

The men were old, young, fat, thin, fit, hairy, shaved, and every shade of
the rainbow in skin colors.  I grabbed my own dick, as I expanded the
screen of some guy named Texascowboy.

He was a fit guy in his twenties, and had black, thick pubic hair circling
his cock and balls.  His dick had to be at least seven or eight inches
long.  He was stroking with one hand, and typing and playing with his balls
with the other.

I saw that I could send him a message.  I typed, "Nice dick!"

He typed back, "Thanks!"

"Can I see your ass?" I asked.

He stood, turned, and knelt on his chair.  Then I saw his black hairy
crack, and moaned.  He reached back and spread his cheeks so I could see
his hairy hole.  "Nice!" I typed, as I madly fisted my cock again.

He typed `thanks,' as he was again sitting in his chair.  Then someone
asked him to finger his hole.  So he got up on the chair again, and began
to push his finger into his ass.

Fuck! I couldn't believe this!  The guy was doing this live!  I was pumping
away madly, and knew it would be only moments before I came again.  The guy
sat back down and lowered his head, and was soon putting his mouth over his
dick!  Fuck!  I shot again.

My head was spinning!  I went back to videos, and happened upon one of a
guy sitting on a picnic table in a public park, naked and jerking off!
There were cars parked nearby, with guys in them, watching him put on the
show!

I was hard and fisting again, as I looked at more of this guy's videos.
There was one of him in a laundromat, naked, and stroking his dick.
Another one had him standing outside of his car, naked, with some guy in
clothes stroking him until he shot.  He had one of himself, naked, walking
down a hotel hallway stroking, and then shooting all over the ice machine!

There was one called the cable guy.  It showed someone working on his TV,
and all the while a guy was walking around behind the cable guy, pulling
down his shorts and stroking his rigid dick!  Fuck!  That was so hot!

He had one where he was in an adult bookstore, and had his dick out,
stroking it as he looked at the various DVDs.  Then there was the one of
him in one of the booths, stripping naked, and jerking off!  Shit!  How
could he be so bold?

I furiously pumped on my dick, as I played the video over and over, until I
had shot again.  I realized that it was my fifth orgasm of the day.  Then I
looked at my dick and noticed a bit of redness just below the flange of the
head.  I was rubbing myself raw; I had to get some lube!

I don't know why, but I put on some briefs, shorts, t-shirt, and my
trainers.  Then I grabbed my keys and my sunglasses and headed off to a
mega store on the far side of town.

When I got there, I headed to the pharmacy area, where I found the condom
section, and started looking at the various lubes.  I kept looking around,
to make sure that no one was seeing what I was doing.

I finally chose a lube labeled with "warm tingly feeling."  I picked up
some other items, most of which I didn't need, but I didn't want to pay for
just the lube.

When I went to the cashier, he looked up at me, as he rang up the lube.  I
blushed, but I still had my sunglasses on, hoping he couldn't see my blush.
I quickly paid, and got out of there fast.

Back home, I stripped out of my clothes, and was back at the computer.

The vids were still there, and I was hard instantly.  I applied the lube,
and soon felt, "warm and tingly," but I wasn't reaching that magic moment.

I kept stroking, watching vids, and applying more lube, but it just wasn't
happening.  I gave up, washed the lube off of my dick and my hands, and
crawled into bed, feeling exhausted.

My dreams that night were filled with images of Jeff.  Jeff naked. Jeff
jerking. Jeff letting me suck his cock. Jeff holding my head while I sucked
him.  Then I had an image of him calling me a cocksucker, and laughing.  I
fought with my covers until I woke up.

I shook my head, and tried to focus on reality.  Was Jeff really just
setting me up to be called a cocksucker in public?  I didn't think so; but
was he?