Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2009 04:58:50 -0800 (PST)
From: rite.ofpassage@yahoo.com
Subject: The Perfect Neighbor Installment #1

This is a fictional story containing sexual relations between two males. If
you are under the legal age of consent, or are offended by such material,
DO NOT READ any further. This is a completely fictional story and any
relation to any person is purely coincidental.

Feel free to send any comments of suggestions to me at
rite.ofpassage@yahoo.com I'm always eager to hear from you. Thanks for
reading.

	It was always him. No matter how far away I got, there he was in my
mind. With a face so handsome how could I not think about him? His name was
Lee Hartman, or Mr. Hartman. Five foot ten, about 215 pounds, 49-years old,
a goatee with brown hair on the moustache and salt & pepper in the rest.
Finishing off was his perfect head of slightly graying brown hair. And then
there was his smile, which always made my heart flutter. There was only one
problem. Actually there were four. He was my teacher, my neighbor, my best
friend's father, and he was straight. None of these made it easier for me
to try and get over him, however. I would end up never telling my friend,
Jordan, how I felt about her dad, but can you really blame me? Not many
would take the news well.
       When I was in the 9th Grade, he was my History teacher. I would
stare at him all through the period, masquerading as a boy intent on
learning. When I felt bold enough I would put a hand carefully on my brow
so that my eyes were blocked from his, but I could see his bulge
perfectly. I would imagine time and time again what it would be like to be
with him. But I never got the courage to tell him how I felt, and for good
reason, he was married with 2 kids, one of which was my best friend. It's
sad how life torments you with unreachable fruit. And so the years went by,
high school whirled by with weekend parties and stupid pranks.
       And so here I am; one year into college and completely out to my
friends and family. It was surprising for everyone, since nobody would
believe I was gay if they met me on the street, but thankfully I have
understanding people around me. You could say I'm lucky, but I'd rather be
cursed and have Lee as my lover than be lucky. There he was again, in my
mind, like always. I always made it a point to visit his house whenever
Jordan and I were in town at the same time. We went to different schools
now so it was harder to arrange, but I always had to see him and catch a
glimpse of that bulge of his. I always enticed myself with thoughts of
telling him how I felt to hear him say the same of me, but I was never so
foolish enough to believe things would actually happen. There I was; just a
19-year old kid, short brownish hair, tall, average build. I was sure he
wouldn't go for me in a million years. So the sightings went by one by one,
nothing ever happening, until October rolled around and I was back in his
house once again.
       It was about a week before Halloween, I had come back into town for
home cooking, laundry, and a chance to drool over Lee. I got my wish when
Jordan invited me over for dinner and a movie at her place. I said yes
immediately after hearing where. So I straightened myself out, combed my
hair, washed my face, and walked over to her house, all the while dreaming
of my fantasy man. I was walking up the front steps to her door, looking
around, trying to seem like I wasn't eager to see Mr. Hartman when I heard
the door open and a laugh erupt from in front of me.
       "Well look what the cat dragged in. How've you been, sport?"
	I wasn't sure what I did to deserve a one on one session with
Mr. Hartman, but I wasn't about to squander it away. I gulped away my
confessions of lust and love and responded with some good wishes and
sarcastic tales of college life.
	"Ha, yeah I remember those days" He said. "I miss being sporadic
and able to do whatever I want"
	"It is the good life, only a few things missing I suppose. But I
guess those will come in time."
	"Maybe sooner than you think, who knows?" He shrugged his shoulders
and gave me a subtle wink. I don't know how long I stood there, swooning,
but eventually we walked inside and I started hanging out with Jordan. It
was great to see her and hear of her trials at school, but every chance I
got I always snuck a peek at Lee. He was just too good to be true. He had
on some sweatpants which were pretty loose but gave a good view of his
crotch when he sat down on the couch. His wife, Rachel, was sitting next to
him most of the night as we watched the movie. I had already seen it, so I
had no distractions from taking peeks at Lee's package. I spent thirty
minutes imagining what it would be like to deep kiss him and feel over his
entire body. I had to fight off two erections since I was the front of the
room and everyone was looking my direction, but luckily I was good at
controlling my cock. The movie was about half-way over when I heard
Mrs. Hartman jokingly complain about her "old person" eyesight.
	"You can have my seat, I don't mind." I didn't even think before I
had spoken, I was just focusing on getting the chance to be closer to Lee.
	"No, no it's ok. I'll manage." She replied.
	"Please, I'm the guest, I don't mind." All I could think of was
sitting beside him. After a few more hesitations from Mrs. Hartman we
changed seats. Now I was on the couch at the back of the room with my dream
hunk. I tried to keep my cool but erotic fantasies were streaming to me so
quickly now. Plus it didn't help that Lee seemed so intent on the movie,
letting me gaze at his crotch all I wanted. Suddenly, while I was staring
away at his hidden cock I noticed movement up above, I glanced up and he
was staring back at me with a completely blank face. I quickly averted my
eyes back to the movie but the damage was already done. "Stupid,
stupid. You idiot, what were you thinking?" I continued to scold myself as
the minutes wore on. I was now staring ahead since I dared not try and
sneak another peak.
	"Oh crap, I just remembered, we need some things from the store
don't we, honey?" His voice had a hint of cracking and nervousness in it.
	"Yeah, we need some paper towels and milk. But it can wait until
morning." Mrs. Hartman replied.
	"No, I'll just do it before the stores close tonight, let me go
change and I'll head over."
	"Don't forget those bags of soil in the back of the car, just put
them outside the garage" Mrs. Hartman advised, she always had a passion for
gardening.
	"Will do" He said, turning to me as he continued "Time for you to
earn your stay, haha, you mind helping me out for a sec?"
	"Sure, it's no problem" I replied. I was eager as ever to see him
bending over, his concealed ass was almost as appealing as his cock. I
would fantasize for hours about pounding him from behind. So we headed
outside to the garage and made quick work of the soil. I took extra care to
walk behind him while carrying the soil, getting all the angles of his ass
in those sweatpants. Once we were done we both breathed a sigh of slight
exhaustion. I was about to head back to the front door when I heard him
tell me to hold on for a second.
	"Hey, I wanted to ask you something before you went back in." He
said.
	"Sure" I replied. "What's up?"
	"Jordan told us that you were gay a few days ago, that true?" He
asked.
	I was a bit stunned by his question. I have no problem with being
gay, or with being attracted to older guys, but the way he asked it seemed
as if he was still getting to the question he really wanted to ask.
	"Yeah, told my folks about a year ago, I'm out to friends and
family now. I figured you would hear from Jordan someday." I chuckled.
	"That's great, good for you. Most guys your age don't have the
courage to do so nowadays. But, umm, there's something else. I noticed you
were staring at my cock back on the couch, is there something going on
there? You have a crush on me or something?"
	Let's just say I'm sure I looked strange standing there with my jaw
dropped and my pants about to pitch a tent. I didn't know what to say at
first, half of me wanted to confess everything and the other told me to
deny everything right to my deathbed. I went with the "honest" path.
	"Actually, I'm into older guys. You're a very good looking guy, but
I know there's a line there. I'd never put you in that situation. But yeah,
I guess I do have a crush on you. I shouldn't have been looking at you like
that, it won't happen again."
	"Hey, it's ok, I'm flattered more than anything, and you're a great
guy yourself. Don't sweat it." His words helped to steady my nerves. I knew
I was technically getting rejected, but he did it in a way that kept me
feeling strangely upbeat.
	I let out a nervous laugh. "Thanks, and hey, I promise you I'll
never do that aga..." I would have continued except at that moment,
Mr. Hartman had edged himself forward, bridging the gap between us, put his
left hand on the side of my face, his right hand on my bulge, and pulled
himself towards me, connecting our mouths in a fit of passion and
excitement. I forgot everything I had ever known, everything about that
night, and everything about the past. All I focused on was having the best
make-out session possible. Almost as soon as our lips touched, they were
wide open, letting our tongues dance in the other's mouth as my hands went
up to the back of his neck, massaging his skin and holding him in place. We
must have stood there in each other's passionate grasp for five minutes,
exploring every inch of the other's skin. Reluctantly, he pulled away and
gently kissed me twice more before opening his eyes. His big, beautiful
brown eyes shone back at me as I gazed into them like mirrors. I'm glad he
spoke, because I could not find any words to say at the moment.
	"I'm sorry if that was too forward...was that ok?" His voice held a
boyish tone as if he was hoping it was as good for me as it was for him.
	I had to catch my breath and remember how to move my mouth in order
to utter syllables and vowels before replying. "Yes. I've wanted to that
for a long time now. Trust me that was more than ok." His eyes twinkled and
his mouth lengthened into a grin as I spoke.
       "If I had known, this might have happened earlier." He joked. I
grinned along with him and focused on savoring the moment rather than
lamenting the lost time. "I've got to get going to the store, but...well do
you think you'd want to come along?" He asked hopefully.
	"I'd love to, give me five minutes to come up with a story and let
myself out of the rest of the night with Jordan and I'll be right back. In
fact, don't change out of those sweatpants, I'll go in and get the stuff."
I smiled and gave him a wink before painfully turning away and heading back
to the door. Somehow, I wasn't nervous at all about what was going on. I
knew what to do and what to say before the situation ever arose. I entered
the house and quickly came up with some excuse about my mother needing me
back home for some chores around the house. I said my goodbyes to Jordan
and her mom and quickly dashed out the house and back to the Explorer in
the driveway. I made sure not to make any noise closing the passenger door
and in a few moments we were off.
	It was only a five minute drive to the store, so we spent the way
talking about the time we had spent thinking about the other. I was
surprised to hear that he had thought I was good looking since I was in his
class. "If only I had known" I thought to myself. We continued to flirt and
laugh and talk until we got to the store. Lee made sure to park near the
back of the lot in the privacy of the shade. We both had something on our
minds and we knew what to do. We climbed over the front seats and into the
back. Luckily, there were a few blankets in the back which we used as
pillows in the sides of the backseat. We spent forever just deep-kissing
each other again and again, loving every minute of it. Items of clothing
then took their turns being tossed around in the car. Soon enough we were
both stripped down to out underwear, me wearing blue boxers and him white
briefs. I inched my hands over his chest, feeling his hairy stomach over
and over again. He must have known I liked it because he made sure to brush
his chest against mine, causing a very pleasurable feeling at the touch. I
moved my fingers through his hair and held his face in front of mine,
making sure to study every expression of joy and lust he made. We laughed
and giggled in the backseat as we switched places and rolled around. I
found myself on top of him, with our underwear now off I took the moment to
gaze at his cock. It was about seven inches long, cut, pretty thick with a
nice-sized bush to go with it. Mine was similar: seven and a half inches,
uncut, but slimmer with a shorter bush. We played with each other's cocks,
gently at first but slowly picking up the speed. Soon we were both getting
close when I felt the opportunity to be bold. I asked him if he might let
me fuck him, but let him know that it was his decision and it was ok if he
wasn't ready.
	"Well, actually, I've played with other guys before, mostly guys
around my age. So I've been fucked before, and I'm not that tight right
now. But don't worry, I'm disease-free, got checked out just a few weeks
ago and haven't had sex since. Even with my wife, haha." This was even
better than I had hoped for, not only was he going to let me fuck him, but
he wasn't going to need to be stretched out as much. I smiled at him,
making sure he knew he much I cared for him, leaned in and gave him a few
gentle kisses before beginning to focus on our positions. He remained on
his back, and I found a way to get my left foot on the floor and my right
on the seat in order to get a good angle at his ass. But first, I wanted to
surprise him. I bent over and rubbed my tongue up and down the back of his
cock. He breathed a heavy moan as I put my lips over the tip of his cock
and worked my way down, savoring the taste of his meat and spreading my
spit over the whole cock to make for an easier slide. I worked on his dick
for a few minutes before slurping up his precum and licking his balls.
       Once I was sure he was ready for my cock, I spit onto it and also
spread a bit into his ass, working it loose with my fingers. He moaned with
pleasure when I began to put my cock in him. I began very slowly, making
sure not to give him any reason to tense up, at least not yet. Pretty soon
I had my whole cock in him. I didn't have to look at my cock to know, I
could just see the expression of pure ecstasy on Lee's face as I penetrated
deep into his ass, hitting his prostate. I began to work around, moving a
bit faster every time I went in and out. Soon I could hear my balls
slapping against his thighs while I drilled my cock into him. I stared down
at him, his beautiful hairy chest, his perfectly trimmed goatee, and his
gaping mouth, yelling out for more of my cock. He was begging me to fuck
him harder, faster. And I did. I pounded him so fast that we both started
to moan with pleasure as our orgasms approached. He shot first, his cock
twitching as a stunning line of cum blew all the way onto the bottom of his
chin. He continued to shoot more onto his chest and pubic hair as I gazed
at the sight before me. Seeing him shoot was more than enough to send me
over the edge. I gave two more lengthy shoves and sent my seed deep into
his ass. I must have shot a lot because Lee let out a scream of pleasure,
exclaiming that he could feel the cum all around in him, and he loved it. I
grinned, knowing that I had filled him with my cum left me satisfied beyond
compare. We continued to kiss and feel each other's skin but we both knew
he had to get back before much suspicion arose from his family. I did not
want to leave him at all, but he promised me we'd be seeing a lot more of
eachother.
       "I hope so, Lee. You know this wasn't just about the sex for me, I
really do care for you a lot, and I hope you know that." I gave him a soft
smile and kissed him on the nose.
       "Yes, I think I know. I feel the same way, kiddo. Trust me, anytime
you're back in town and neither of us are busy, we will be hanging out in
some way, whether it be having sex or just talking."
       "Thanks, babe" I made sure to kiss over his entire body before
making myself get dressed once again. I ran into the store to get the paper
towels and milk for him, since he was still wearing his sweatpants, and we
drove back soon after. It was hard to let him go, even though I knew I'd
only be a hundred yards away from him throughout the night. But I knew
there would be more for us in the future. As I headed home I could not hide
the wide grin on my face. And when my parents asked me why I looked so
happy I gave them an honest answer: "I had a great night".