Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2011 23:57:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: John McDonald <madmax212542007@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Neighbor series- Chapter 8

(Taking a clue from a new friend whose writing I thoroughly enjoy
[Emo-Boi-Finds-Love listed under high school on Nifty], I am adding this
disclaimer to my story.)


This story contains graphic depictions of consensual sex between males
primarily over the age of 17.  If you take a very mature 17 year old and
match him with a semi-mature 19 year old, the playing field is pretty much
even, but I'm not a lawyer.

If activity of this nature offends you, why are you here?  If you are under
age, come back when you've achieved legal consent.  If you are a
holy-roller looking for sinners to "save", concentrate on your own life and
let others live theirs.  Any similarity between my characters and anybody
else is purely by coincidence.  There is a finite number of actions that
can occur when two humans get together; somewhere in the cosmos those
actions are going to overlap. Enjoy the story, and please offer comments to
the email address at the end of the chapter.


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Brian's flight landed at Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport around
noon on Monday.  He'd looked for a phone number online for his uncle, but
figured he probably only used a cellphone. Brian took a chance and just
hopped a taxi to the house that used to be his grandfather's.


With more than a little trepidation, Brian climbed the porch steps and rang
the doorbell.  A very pretty woman in her late thirties answered the door
with a toddler on her hip.


"May I help you?"


"Aunt Caroline?"


"Brian?!  Oh my gosh, I'd know you anywhere! You look so much like your
uncle did when I met him.  Please, come in."


Brian entered the home that now belonged to his uncle, who had purchased it
when Brian's grandfather's estate had been settled.  Caroline Abrams led
her adult nephew to the living room and invited Brian to sit.


"Can I get you some coffee, water.....something?"


"Oh, no thank you.  How old is the little boy?"


"He's two.  His older sisters are at school.  Lizzie is twelve, and Marissa
is ten.  Eddie Jr. was our surprise."


Brian looked around for pictures and noted a family portrait on the
bookshelf along side other family pictures from several generations.


"May I look at those?"


"Please, help yourself while I go change JR."


Caroline left the room, and Brian gazed into the family history that was on
display.  He studied a picture of his grandparents with their two sons,
Brian's Uncle Eddie, and Eddie's older brother (Brian's late father).  They
looked happy in the picture, but who knows what had amused them all at the
time.


He saw his parents in a picture taken with Eddie and Caroline, on the
occasion of the younger couple's wedding.  Brian had stayed with his
maternal grandparents, while his own parents traveled to the wedding
fourteen years earlier.


There was a picture of Brian and his parents, from Brian's high school
graduation.  Next to that, was a smaller snapshot of Brian, standing in the
backyard treehouse.  Brian closed his eyes and remembered being up in that
house.  He and Uncle Eddie had built it together when Brian was seven.


Brian thought about the nightmare again.  The pocket watch, with the
blood-red face, hovered prominently in his mind.  The basement!  Something
about the basement and that watch.  Brian had to go down there.


"Catching up on family history, Brian?"


He snapped to attention and said, "I need to see something in your
basement.  I've been having these weird dreams......that's why I came.  I
need to talk to my uncle."


"Eddie gets off work around four o'clock.  He should be home by
four-thirty.  Truthfully, I'd rather you wait and look at the basement with
Eddie; there's so much junk down there."


"That's fine. I could go for a cup of coffee, if you still have some."


"Go ahead and help yourself in the kitchen while I put Junior down for his
nap.  As soon as he's asleep, I want to hear about your dream, Brian."


"Sure thing."


Brian headed out to the kitchen, while his aunt retreated upstairs to the
baby's room.  As soon as she returned and poured her own cup, Brian related
the strange dream to his uncle's wife (but he left out the nature of his
relationship with Carlos. He merely said that Carlos was a good friend).
When he finished, his aunt studied his face carefully.


"Eddie still has that watch, but I've never seen any blood stains on it.
He keeps it well polished.  That old hot tub that your grandfather had in
the basement- that's long gone.  It had a leak in the lining and we decided
we didn't want it around anymore anyway.  Eddie will tell you about that,
when you look in the basement."


Brian watched the clock and talked small-talk with his aunt until
four-fifteen, when his uncle walked into the house.  Caroline met her
husband at the front door, and she stated that Eddie's only nephew was in
the kitchen.  Eddie stepped quickly to the kitchen.


"Brian!  It's been a long time.  How are you, Man?"


"Been better; been worse, and no sense complaining."


"You sound like your grandfather, when you say that."


"Well.....uh......that's kind of why I came to visit."


Brian went on to tell his uncle about the dream, which Eddie listen to with
great interest.  When Brian was finished, he mentioned wanting to go down
into the basement.  Eddie's face fell as he quickly put together the pieces
Brian provided.  The two men got up from the kitchen table and headed down
the basement steps.  Eddie switched a light on from the top of the stairs,
before they both descended to what was pretty much a mess.  In the past,
this basement had primarily been a rumpus room.  Grandpa Abrams' furniture
store had started a line of hot tubs, and he had gotten one installed in
the corner of the room.  There used to be a bar, plenty of seating around a
large, console television and assorted games, such as darts and pinball.
All that was gone now.  Dusty boxes of God-knows-what filled most of the
room, except for a workbench with tools mounted on the wall.  Brian paused
at the workbench, and the pocket watch flashed in his mind
 again.


"Uncle Eddie, something happened in this room; it connects somehow to my
dream."


Eddie Abrams hung his head and let out a deep sigh.


"I didn't think you remembered any of it.  You were seven and you seemed
okay the day after it happened."


"After what happened?"


"Do you remember my friend Chris from down the street?  He even helped us
build the treehouse that summer."


Brian thought about that......but drew a blank.


"No, I don't remember any friends of yours.  You usually chased me away,
when they were around."


"Yeah,.....well, we were stupid teenagers back then; some more stupid than
others."


"So what happened?"


Eddie took a deep breath and told the difficult story.  Seems he and his
pal, Chris, had been messing around together frequently in the rumpus room
whenever nobody was around.  One evening, Brian's grandparents went out
with friends and left him in Eddie's care.  Eddie's friend, Chris, had come
over and the three of them hung out in the rumpus room watching TV.  After
a time, Chris suggested they sit in the hot tub for awhile.  Eddie had gone
upstairs to put on a bathing suit and Chris had gotten into the tub wearing
the suit that was under his jeans (he'd come prepared).  In the five
minutes or so that Eddie had been gone, Chris had coaxed Brian into the tub
and onto his lap.  When Eddie returned, he observed Brian squirming
uncomfortably with one of Chris' arms around his waist and the other
somewhere underneath Brian.


"What the fuck: What kind of sick perv are you, Chris?  It's one thing to
mess around with somebody your own age, but you don't go around touching
little kids."


Chris had stood up to protest, but the shocked look on Brian's face was all
that Eddie reacted to.  He had slammed his fist so hard into Chris' face,
that he had split his lip and broken his nose.  Blood splattered on the
wall next to the hot tub and onto the nearby workbench.  Chris had fallen
backward and submerged in the tub.  Eddie lifted Brian from the tub, and he
wrapped a towel around him.


"You go wait upstairs in my room while I send Chris home.  Chris did
something really bad, and it's not your fault.  Go upstairs, now."


With Brian gone, Eddie had turned his attention on Chris.  The punch had
only diffused Eddie's anger slightly and had seriously freaked his friend.
Eddie grabbed the back of Chris' head by the hair, and he led him out of
the hot tub.


"You get your ass out of here, and you'd better hope that my nephew is
okay, after what you did to him."


"Come on, Man: I just fingered his hole a little....."


The words barely left his mouth when Chris found himself sprawled on the
floor at Eddie's feet.


"Get out, before I fuckin' KILL you!"


Brian listened to the story, expressionless.  Some recollections were
flashing in his brain, but it was still a jumble of nonsense.  Eddie
continued.


"I went upstairs, and I saw you had dried yourself off and gotten into your
pajamas.  I asked you if you were okay, and you just shrugged your
shoulders and looked at me as if to say, `okay from what?'  So I let it go.
Next morning, you seemed like your regular self, and I figured the best
thing to do was just leave the whole mess alone."


Brian pondered this.  The picture was still pretty fuzzy.


"What about the pocket watch?"


"Oh, that's easy.  I had been polishing it earlier and left it on the
corner of the work bench.  When I busted Chris' nose, a big splat of blood
landed on the face of the watch.  You must have caught a quick glimpse of
it before I sent you upstairs."


"Shit.  No wonder I've been so messed up most of my life."


"What do you mean, Brian?"


"I'm gay, Eddie."


"So?"


"Well, I grew up thinking I wasn't normal.  My marriage didn't last because
I wasn't being true to myself.  Only recently have I let myself explore,
who I really am."


"And it's working out for you?"


"I met a great guy a couple of weeks ago, and we were doing some
things. That's when I started having that damned nightmare.  Now it all
makes sense."


"Brian, I'm sorry that pervert got his hands on you.  If I had known he
might do that, I never would have left you alone with him."


"You couldn't have known, unless you ever saw him do it, or if he bragged
about doing it."


"He wasn't THAT stupid: I don't know when he started that shit, but he
ended up in prison for molesting a neighbor boy about ten years ago.  I
think he's still locked up."


Brian was able to enjoy a couple of days of relaxation, as he got to know
his very young cousins.  He had additional confidential talks with his
uncle, and he prepared to return home on the weekend.  In the meantime, he
decided to give Carlos a call.


"Hey Man, it's Brian."


"HEY, where have you been?  I've been trying to call you."


"I had to go out of town on family business.  I'll tell you all about it
when I get back Saturday.  I........uh.........I've missed you, Carlos."




"That goes double for me, Brian.  Hurry home.  See you in three days."


"Bye, Man."


"Adios."


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It was a relief, hearing from Brian.  However, it also made life suddenly
very complicated for Carlos.  He reflected back on the last 3 days.  He'd
run into Sam at the Fitness Center on Monday; on Tuesday they had dinner
together followed by some oral fun at Carlos' place.  On Wednesday they'd
gone back to Sam's house after a workout, and had given each other a
different kind of workout.  Wednesday was the first time Carlos had seen
Sam totally naked.  The man must have zero body fat, or close to it, and
muscles that made Carlos salivate.  Sam's solid pectorals had gold
piercings through his nipples.  When Carlos had run his hand over Sam's
rippled abs, both men grew almost painfully hard.  Sam was on his back, and
Carlos on the left side facing the handsome doctor.


"Hang on, Carlos; let me remove these nipple rings.  I have a feeling that
things could get intense enough to result in pain.  I don't wear them for
masochism, just for body enhancement."


As soon as Sam took the rings out, Carlos ran his tongue from the doc's
belly button up to his pecs.  At the nipples, Carlos paused to nibble and
tongue.  Sam writhed on the bed and then used his impressive strength to
get Carlos on his back. As he flipped over, Carlos ruffled the unruly bush
of dark copper-colored hair on the top of Sam's head.  The hunky doctor
shook his head making his hair fan out.  Sam looked like a wild man now.
He peered intensely into Carlos' eyes and let the hot man know his intent.


"Carlos, I want to fuck you.  You up for it?"


Carlos grinned, nodded in the affirmative and wrapped his legs around Sam's
middle. The doctor spread-eagled on the sexy olive-skinned guy beneath him.
Sam did a sensuous rub of stomach to stomach, abs to abs and arms to arms.
Carlos lowered his legs and they were able to get in some thigh action.  As
the writhing continued, Sam found Carlos' lips and suctioned onto them.
The UPS-hunk grabbed Sam's head and massaged his scalp while pulling on his
head for a more intense kiss.  Both musclemen opened their mouths to allow
tonsil exploration; their tongues slurped and slid against each other;
their rampaging cocks did likewise.  After about 10 minutes, Sam leaned
back.


"Get ready, you hot fucker, you."


"I'll help you", Carlos responded as he grasped behind his knees and pulled
his legs back, lifting his ass to expose his wanting hole.


Sam grabbed a tube of KY gel that was handy and commenced lubing Carlos'
chute.  He slipped on a tickler condom and added extra lube to it.  Sam
leaned on Carlos' quadriceps and positioned his throbbing post.  He slowly
lowered himself, sliding into Carlos like a hand into a perfect-fit glove.
The man on bottom tightened his anal ring and jolted his doctor.  Sam began
to piston Carlos, alternating the speed of the thrusts as he probed for the
pleasure button.  The change in tone of groans and moans told Sam he had
found his mark and he concentrated on it.  He made sure that the ribbed
edges of the tickler properly stimulated Carlos' hot spot.  Once he felt
Carlos was fully aroused and poised to explode, Sam hammered away like this
was the last fuck of his life.


Carlos grinned to himself as he recalled spewing all over his and Sam's
chest, and the doctor doing likewise when the intensity of the spasms
tripped his trigger as well.  They had collapsed together and fallen
asleep.  Carlos had barely awakened in time to rouse Sam for a ride home,
get cleaned up and head to work.


Carlos pondered the meaning of these major events.  With Brian's phone
call, there was an excellent chance that they'd be getting back on track.
Getting thoroughly fucked by Sam reminded Carlos how he enjoyed playing
bottom to a man who could overpower him.  It had been that way in prison
with Jeff before Carlos had built an impressive enough body to compete for
available bottoms.  Even after Carlos became a protector to a younger
inmate, his time with Jeff continued to be pleasurable.  From all available
clues, Sam was versatile like Carlos.  Would Brian ever get to that point?
It depended on the progression of the lessons.


Carlos smiled again- he might be headed for a complicated time, but no
matter how it turned out it would be enormously gratifying.


Any and all feedback is welcome.


I owe a special thanks to David Lee (under Prolific authors) for his
friendship and encouragement. Since posting Chapter 7, I've gotten feedback
from Malc, Tom, David and a VERY SPECIAL thanks to Baruck for some editing
tips. Thanx, guys............... madmax212542007@yahoo.com