Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2009 20:25:51 -0400 (GMT-04:00)
From: John Charles <johncharles2001@earthlink.net>
Subject: Jock Next Door Chapter 9

Copyright 2009 by John Charles

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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
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generally demands safe sex.


Jock Next Door -- Chapter 9


The return flight was a let down for both Steve and Hank.  It was also
tiring since they were traveling east against the time zones.  When they
returned home, both men went to their respective homes and to bed.  Jet lag
definitely had them in its grip.

Hank awoke at 4 AM feeling more rested and refreshed then he anticipated.
He got up and made a big pot of coffee, unpacked and started a load of
laundry.  Things were back to normal.

Steve, on the other hand, slept till 11AM.  His mom woke him telling him he
had to get up or he will never get back on this time zone.

When he walked down to the kitchen, his mom was waiting with coffee and a
great breakfast.  Steve, while eating, began telling his mom about the
fantastic trip.  He smiled the entire time he was talking.  Helen could see
that Steve would remember this trip for a long time.  She also knew there
was something special between her son and that wonderful man who lived next
door.  Not sure what it was, she knew is was more than just a friendship.

Steve finishes his breakfast and asked his mom for permission to go next
door.  "You can go but make sure you don't wake Hank if he is still
sleeping" replied Helen to her excited son.

Steve made his way next door to find Hank working in the yard.  When Hank
saw his young neighbor walking toward him, he broke into a full face smile.
"Hey there sleepyhead, I was wondering if you'd ever wake up.  How are you
doing?  Still jet lagged or are you back on schedule?"

"I was telling mom about the trip and it felt both good and bad.  Good in
that I loved everything we did, bad in that I would love to be back there
with you all to myself.  Can we go inside for a little while, I need you so
badly?"

"Tell you what; I need to get some of this work done first.  Then we can
catch a snack together, if you still want to get my ass inside."

"I want to get your ass inside and more than that, I want to get inside
your ass" laughed Steve as he gave Hank's ass a hard smack.  "It's been
less than 24 hours and I can't stand being without you in my arms.  I don't
know how I'm going to handle this Hank."

"Oh, you've become a top now?  I thought you said you loved me in you?

Steve smiled broadly at Hank, "I do love you in me, but after the other
night, I really love to be in you too.  You've turned me into a sex fiend.
I just want to be with you -- having sex with you, doing just about
anything with you."

Hank was laughing now.  He grabbed Steve behind his neck and pulled him
into a hug.  "I love you too, but we do have lives to live, and I think
we'll have to slow the sex down just a bit."

Pouting, Steve just let Hank hung him.

"Now, you said you wanted to earn some extra money, right?"

"Yeah, I need more for spending money at school.  Mom and dad can afford to
give me some, but not enough.  So I want to bank as much as I can."

"Great then, you'll be working your ass off whenever you are not studying
or playing ball.  Plan on it!  Now go home and change into some work
clothes and get your ass back here, ready to work."

Steve returned quickly ready to help Hank.

They developed a routine that suited both their hectic lives.  Hank had his
job, bowling league, and some business trips.  Steve had school, homework
and baseball.  When he had time, Steve would be working for Hank, doing all
types of yard and maintenance work that Hank just didn't have time to
accomplish.  This schedule worked for both of them.  Most weekdays were
just too busy for Steve, leaving one or two weekend days for him to work
for Hank and to visit with him, too.

Steve was a good worker.  Hank would leave written directions for projects
he wanted Steve to accomplish.  Steve would check them off the list as he
finished each one.  And Hank paid Steve handsomely for his efforts.

One Tuesday evening, Helen and Frank made a surprise appearance at Hank's
door.  Hank was not concerned since they were, after all, neighbors.  Frank
began the conversation, "Hank, Helen and I have to talk to you about your
relationship with our son."

`Oh, my god' thought Hank, `they know.'  "Sure, what can I say, he is a
fantastic guy and I love him like a son," responded Hank in as normal a
tone as he could muster.

"Well, we've seen how Steve just adores you and how his grades have
improved, his attitude is fantastic, and he's even keeping his room clean,"
responded Helen with concern.  "What are you doing to him that we, his
parents, have not been able to do?"

Laughing, now, Hank asked them to join him on his back deck for a drink.
"Helen, I adore Steve and I think he appreciates me more than he lets on.
I've laid down some ground rules, that's all."

"Well, we've tried that for years, to no avail," said Frank with a large
frown on his face.  "What makes your ground rule so different that he
actually follows them?"

"Well, that's quite simple," responded Hank as he handed them each a can of
soda.  "I've threatened to cut off the odd jobs if he fucks up.  Oh sorry
Helen, if he messes up.  I told him that he has to start acting like a
young adult so he could earn your and my support for college.  It was a
little hard at first, but he's starting to understand."

"Hank, Steve just adores you.  What's going to happen when he leaves for
college?  Both Frank and I are wondering if the two of you aren't too
close."

`Ah, here it comes' thought Hank.  "Helen, Steve only spends a few hours a
week here.  Think about his schedule for a minute.  He has school,
homework, ball practice and games.  When he is here, I'm usually at work or
traveling for work.  He does the jobs I list for him and I pay him
accordingly.  When we do spend time together, it's because we want to be
together -- that's it."

"Thanks Hank.  I guess we are feeling a little left out, that's all," said
Frank as he took another swallow of soda.  "It seems that Steve is just so
busy that we never get to see him anymore."

"Yeah, I understand.  Just remember he has a lot on his plate and is trying
to juggle it all at the same time.  And he is only 17!  I never had so many
responsibilities when I was his age.  Cut him some slack.  He'll be OK."

The three of them settled into a friendly conversation about the
neighborhood, Hank's and Frank's jobs, Helens upcoming business trip and
Steve's baseball.  When they left, two hours later, Hank let out a huge
sigh of relief and got ready for bed.

Steve didn't see Hank that week at all.  With school and practice, he was
totally exhausted every night.  On Friday, he made it a point to find Hank
and was going to beg him, if it was necessary, for some together time.
Hank, however, surprised him by asking him to join him for dessert and some
down time.  Steve's parents wanted Steve home for dinner and family time,
too.  Poor Steve was being pulled in two directions.

After dinner Steve received permission to go visit with Hank.  He told his
parent he would be home rather late and planned to sleep in on Saturday, so
they could go to bed and not worry about him.  He even hinted that he might
just crash on Hanks sofa if it got too late.  Frank looked at his son and
said, "We only live 100 feet from Hank's front door.  But if you want to
spend the night at Hank's go ahead, just don't bug the poor man.  He puts
up with you enough and doesn't need you wining about spending the night on
his sofa."

Steve smiled and thanked his parents before making his way to Hank's house.
When Hank opened the door, Steve jumped into his arms and planted the
wettest, longest kiss on Hank then anyone has ever done before.  I've
missed being in your arms so much."

Hank kicked the door closed with his foot and moved backward to the couch.
Gently, not wanting to break the hug or kiss, he settled down and let
Steve's body mold into his own.  The two kissed and cuddled like teenage
lovers.  At one point, Hank pushed Steve up and asked for a breather.

"What's the matter, old man, can't keep up?" asked Steve with a smirk on
his face.

"Oh, I can keep up, but if you keep this up, we'll both blow our loads
right here on the couch.  Frankly I'd rather take our time and enjoy
exploring more than our lips," said Hank as he got up and pulled Steve to
the bedroom.

"Actually we have all night to explore.  I told dad that I might just crash
on your couch if it got too late.  He was adamant about not getting in your
way.  I told him that I'd be comfortable sleeping on the couch."

Hank was happy and concerned about this new situation.  On one hand he
loved the idea that Steve would be spending the night.  On the other hand,
he was concerned that Frank and Helen might begin to think there was
something going on that shouldn't be going on.  But, tonight was going to
be a great night.  He and Steve would enjoy a sleep over; their first since
the trip.

Hank pulled Steve to his feet, and wrapped his arms around his lover,
waddle walking him toward the bedroom.  As they walked, Hank pulled Steve's
shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor of the hall.  He caressed
Steve's chest from behind and licked and gently bit Steve's neck.  Steve
was in heat and his moaning was taking Hank to the same level.  As they
reached the bedroom door, Hank reached around and unsnapped Steve's shorts
allowing them to fall to the floor.  There stood his Adonis in a red thong.
Hank's eyes were open wide as he took in the beautiful site.

"I gather that you like what you see," said Steve as he pulled away from
Hank and turned around for Hank to look at his entire body.  "I bought it
just for you.  I know how you love to see me in briefs and that you've
commented that my body is sexy even with clothes on.  I figured these would
show off my sexier parts.  Was I right?"

"Oh my God, you are so beautiful.  Looking at you now, makes me want to kid
nap you and never let you out of my site."

At that Hank took the two steps to pull Steve into his arms and gave him a
loving kiss.  As they kissed, both Hank and Steve ran their arms all over
each other.  They couldn't get enough.

Hank pushed Steve toward the bed and gently placed him down.  This was
going to be a slow, sensuous night of love making, not sex.

Three hours later, Steve was lying on Hank's chest gently breathing in the
smell of the man he loved and falling into a deep sleep.

The sun streaming through the window woke Steve.  He was immediately aware
that he was still lying on Hank's chest.  He was also aware that Hank was
gently rubbing his back and his ass.  "MMMM, that's nice.  Don't stop, it
feels sooo good.  On second thought, you better stop, cause I have to take
a leak really bad.  I'll be right back."

Hank laughed as Steve ran to the bathroom, his hard cock swinging back and
forth as he ran.  "I might as well join you.  I have to pee, too."

As Hank approached the toilet and Steve, Steve wrapped his arm around
Hank's waist pulling him into a side hug.  The two men emptied their
bladders together.

"Let's take a shower now so we can have a leisurely breakfast," suggested
Steve.

"OK, what are you cooking for us?" asked Hank.

"I was thinking about a warm protein shake, right from the source," replied
Steve.

"You are a dirty young man, but I like what you are suggesting," answered
Hank with a smile as he pulled Steve into the shower.

The two washed each other very thoroughly, paying special attention to
cocks and balls, and asses.  As Hank finished with Steve's cock and balls,
he took his clean prize into his mouth and gave it a wonderful morning
workout.  He was quickly rewarded with his morning protein shake.

Steve responded by getting Hank hard and horny, then turned around, placed
his hands on the shower wall and guided Hank's cock into his ass.  "Fuck me
and give me something to carry all day.  I loved when you fucked me in the
shower in Vegas and have wanted to do that again ever since we got home."

Hank complied and filled Steve with a huge load.  Then he dropped to his
knees, pulled Steve's ass cheeks apart and gave him a fantastic tongue
fuck.  He sucked most of his cum from Steve's ass and drove Steve to
another body wrenching climax.

The two dried each other off and managed to get some clothes on without
another round of sex.

Breakfast was simple but satisfying.  "What are we doing today?" Steve
inquired.

"Well, we've been working every opportunity we've had since we got home and
I am very pleased with every thing that's been done.  So I thought we'd
just goof off today, unless you really want to work some more."

"I do need to get home and check in with the rents.  Not sure if they have
anything they need me to do for them.  Let me do that before we make any
plans.  If they don't need me, maybe we can go to the lake.  It's still
warm enough, but won't be in a few weeks."

"Sounds good to me.  I'll clean up the breakfast dishes while you go check
with your parents."

A few minutes later Hank's phone rang.  It was Frank asking if Hank could
stop by for a minutes.  Needles to say, Hank was a little concerned.

Frank and Helen were in the kitchen finishing their breakfast as Hank made
his way to the back door.  "Hi Hank, come in and join us for coffee," said
Frank as he opened the door.

As they sat around the kitchen table, Steve appeared and joined them.
"What's up dad?"

"This is what's up," was Frank's reply as he handed his son an unopened
letter.  "Look at the return address."

Steve did just that, finding it was from State college.  He was a bit taken
back as he only just sent in the application and it was too soon to be
getting a response.  He opened it carefully and began to read the letter.
"Oh my god, this is a letter requesting me to attend State on a baseball
scholarship.  Their scout has been attending my games and thinks I would be
a great asset to their team.  He wants to meet with us this week to discuss
the details."

Frank was so happy; he jumped up and pulled his son into a bear hug so
tight Steve couldn't breathe.  "I am off the wall proud of you.  I've
really been wondering how we were going to afford college, but now my
prayers have been answered.  That is if you want their offer," he quickly
added.

"Dad, I know you and mom were wondering about my college.  That's why I've
been working so hard for Hank.  I've banked almost two thousand dollars, so
far, for spending money.  I'm just not sure I want to hinge my college on a
baseball scholarship.  Yes, I love to play, but was not planning on playing
in college.  I wanted an engineering degree, but now I am thinking of
combining sports and engineering for a dual major in sports
technology/engineering.  What should I do?" was Steve's near panicked
response.

"Well the first thing we do, is listen to them.  Then we ask questions,
lots of questions.  If we get the answers you want, fine.  If not, we tell
them no thanks.  That's what we do.  OK?" was Helen's answer to her
panicking son.

Steve hugged his mother telling her how much he loved both of them.