Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 08:07:55 EST From: Kpg111061@aol.com Subject: New STR8 Redneck Neighbor This story is the property of the author. All copyrights belong to the author. If you have the chance, please check out my other stories under titles with "redneck," Toby Keith, Kenny Chesney, Tim McGraw, etc. No claim to any actual person's sexual preference is noted here (get it fantasies). Check for more stories under _www.nifty.org_ (http://www.nifty.org/) ; section prolific authors. E-mail is _kpg111061@aol.com_ (mailto:kpg111061@aol.com) . Happy Holidays from Brandon, FL to all my new penpals, friends and everyone, Kenneth. New STR8 Redneck Neighbor... It's a typical weekend out in the hick suburbs of Tampa where I live; Brandon, Florida, population, who cares, it's too many basically. I am attempting to restore the landscaping around the pool and screen enclosure; while the pool, spa and decking are being worked on by someone else. I hear a car door shut from where I am working in the backyard. I then hear lots of voices, laughing, etc. Nosey that I am, I get up and walk around the house. There are 3 huge "pickem up" trucks in the driveway next door. Each truck is loaded with "stuff." As I am walking around the corner of the house, the owner pulls up in that ugly PT cruiser of his. Hey Padgett, he says. What's up? Not you, I'm thinking. Now, I'm no Spring Chicken at 43, but this guy is probably in his late 50's, still not old, but he thinks that he' s hot and around 30 something. Trust me he ain't. I shake his hand. I like the guy, he's nice enough. The problem is that even though he's married; you can sense him scoping you out every time he walks around. So what's going on, I ask. Well, I finally rented it out again. This time, no family though. The guy in the big, black truck is Mark. He's just transferred down from Knoxville or Nashville or somewhere like that. Those are friends of his that came down to help him move. I hope you two will get along. Yeah me too, nothing like that fine family of 3 you had before, huh? They turned out to be a family of about 6, with 12 cats. Well, not this one. He's single, newly transferred, no family, no kids, no nothing. About that time, the guy comes out to his truck, his landlord says, Mark let me introduce you to one of your neighbors, Padgett, Mark, Mark, Padgett. We shake hands and say welcome to the neighborhood. Mr. Landlord, says, well guys, I'm headed off, see you both later. Mark looks at me and says shit, I know he's my landlord, but he gives me the creeps. Yeah, I know what you mean, I tell him. About that time, one of the guys comes out and hearing us says yeah, ole Mark here caught Mr. Landlord scoping out his ass, laughing. Well, if you had an ass Jesse, he might have been scoping yours, laughing. Jesse grabs an arm load and goes back inside. Mark says, sorry about that; little brother and all you know. He and his buddies drove down to help me move. They're headed back tomorrow. That's cool, don't worry. Hey, listen how about to welcome you to the neighborhood, while you guys unload the trucks, why don't I grill some burgers and potatoes. Can you guys come over in about 2 hours? Mark looks worried; I ask him what's wrong. He says, thanks but I don't want to be a pain in the ass to you. Huh, I ask. I heard about your last neighbors. Don't worry I tell him; 2 hours. Cool he says grinning; we have coolers of beer for the road trip down, mind if we bring them? No, bring `em on. As he turns around to grab an armload; I can't help but notice that he has the hottest, bubble butt, huge thighs and biceps. No wonder Mr. Landlord was scoping him out. I'll have to be careful. I go in take a quick shower, no gel needed for my hair with the crewcut this short. I set up my new patio area with everything for a nice welcome to the area dinner. I'm just finishing up when I hear the loud voices from earlier. Then I hear Mark say listen, shut the fuck up you guys, don't embarrass me. Hey, neighbor, Mark says, I hope you don't mind, I have some snot nosed punks following me. Now, snot nosed in attitude is one thing, but these 4 college studs were anything but that. Damn, I have to watch my hormones. Come on in guys, make yourselves at home. The pool isn't quite finished being restored but its working. If you want to use it this evening, let me know. Padgett you met my little bro, Jesse earlier; these other guys are Tom, Greg and Matt, his friends from college. Guys this is your host Padgett. I tell them, listen, I only explain this once. There are no guests in my house. Here is the kitchen, here is the back bathroom; if you need anything and can't find it, ask me. Otherwise, make yourselves at home. The dinner goes well, they eat like college students. They drink like college students. Mark thanks me. During dinner I learned that Mark had been engaged and that she dumped him. Per, Jesse, it broke his heart and the reason he put in for the transfer. The guys thank me and head back to unpack. I tell Mark that if he needs anything to let me know. Next day, I see the other two trucks pulling out and the guys wave at me as they leave. The next week comes and goes. Nothing to write home about ever happens. I work then come home, have a few beers and then go to bed; starting the cycle over each day. I see Mark coming and going; waving as we pass each other. Mark cleans up pretty damn good, as I can tell from when he leaves for work in the morning hours. Next Saturday arrives; there I am back out in the yard again. It's my stress release, my escape. I hear a mower start up next door. There's Mark in shorts, tank top and sneakers; looking fucking hot. He sees me looking and waves. He shuts down the mower and yells, I figured even if I'm only renting, I' d better keep up the yard, huh, laughing. After about 3 hours of hard, hot yard work, I see him sweating bent over his water hose, washing off his face. I yell over, Mark, grab something to swim in and come on over. This time I've got the beer. Thanks, he says grinning; I 'll be there in a minute. He shows up in a few minutes wearing boxer brief style swim shorts that hug those massive thighs. He's still in a tank top and now a ball cap. Shit, he says. What I ask? I forgot a towel. Hey, come on, I say, don't you think that I've got a towel or two? I go in and retrieve several and put them out on the towel rack by the pool. I also, bring out a small cooler with some beers in them. I turn on the stereo and put on my new Tim McGraw cd. Mark says, you don't have to put on country for me. I tell him that I didn't, that I like all kinds of music. We sit and have about a six pack a piece; no food (hint hint). As the sun goes down, I turn on the pool spot light and Mark looking contented says now that's nice. We talk, compare stories, talk some more; then I refill the cooler and move it to the side of the pool. Let's get in, I tell him. He takes off his tank top and cap; setting them in the chair. We both jump in like kids; floating awhile, then drifting over to the swim out bench. Now it's not that big an area and both of us are big guys. There we sit, talking and drinking; I say Mark can I ask you something? Shoot he says. What exactly happened back home? Jesse told me a little but not the details. Shit, Mark says, that big mouth. I'm sorry, I tell him, if you'd rather not. No, no problem. I was engaged to a beautiful lady. We were high school sweethearts. After years of dating, I asked her to marry me. She said yes. Then the week before our wedding, she dumped me. She dumped me for the bastard that was supposed to be my best friend and best man. Shit, I'm sorry I tell him. Mark starts talking about the two of them; both his ex-fiancé and his ex-friend. He can't seem to stop. Then out of nowhere he bends over for minute and starts crying, softly and gently. Padgett, I' m sorry. Why man for being human? As he's crying, out of habit, I put my arm around his shoulder and pat him on the back; telling him how much better off he'll be. He turns around and puts his head on my shoulder, thanking me, but still crying. I lift up his head and tell him now listen you; I will not have my new friend let some bitch and asshole get to him like this. Then without thinking, I lean in and kiss him. Mark's eyes get wide as saucers. Oh shit, Mark, I'm sorry, man, I'm so sorry, I forgot for a minute. Mark starts shaking and looks like he's going to cry more. What now I ask him. He looks up through tears that are shining, smiles; then Mark kisses me back. I pull back, Mark do you know what you are doing? I only know that for a little while the pain stopped and someone that I like liked me back, he tells me. Let's get out of the pool so we can talk. As we both are drying off, I look at him thinking what a number was done on this guy. God, the man is hot as hell and he's worried about being loved. After we dry off and wrap up in the towels, we go inside, grabbing a few more beers and sit down to talk. Mark, I'm gay; not bi, not confused, but gay, pure and simple. He tells me that he's never had these feelings for another man or anything like these feelings before, but that for me he thinks he does. I tell him to stand up and lean in to him kissing him again. As I kiss him, I feel it being returned, tongue and all. Then I feel his hands exploring my back and my ass. Are you sure about this, I ask him. Please Padgett lets go to your bedroom; I need to feel love, lust, like, anything but hate, sadness or regret. We get into my room and the towels plus the shorts hit the ground. I tell him that he is handsome, hot and fucking sexy. He grins and says thanks. He says that he's noticed guys and how they look, but not in this way. You're very attractive, he tells me. I take his hand and lead him to my bed. There we kiss, hug, and I let him explore my body. We compare one another to the other. I then go down on that horse dick that I've been watching. He moans, arching his back and says, oh God that feels great. Mark turns around in a 69 position, I tell him you don't need to do this. Yeah, I do, he says. Then before I can say anything else, his mouth is on my dick. I let him explore again; my dick, my balls, my stomach, my thighs are a playground for him. Then I clamp my starving mouth down on those huge nuts of his. We both go to town on one another. Just as I can tell we both are close to cumming; I stop him. I turn around and tell him that I want to see his face while he's cumming. (Sorry guys it's not the 80's anymore, I play safe out of respect for myself and the person, I'm with at all times) I grab that monster dick in my hand and start stroking. While I'm doing that I lick his tits and then start kissing him. I love this part, I call it soul kissing when a man starts cumming and he's kissing at the same time; its fucking awesome. Mark arches and tightens up while I'm kissing him; I hear him moan and then geyser central. I mean a fucking load gushes all over that hot, sexy chest and stomach. Gently, I milk the cum out and keep on kissing. When Mark is finished. He lays there with his arm over his eyes. Now I get worried that he's going to freak out or I might lose a great new friend. Padgett he says softly; yeah, I say back. Thank you, Mark says. Mark reaches over taking my hard dick in his hand. He says I want to watch you next. He strokes me and due to our hot action, I tell him here it is. I shoot like a rocket; all over me, him, the bed, you name it. Mark chuckles and says was that all for me. I get up, go to the bathroom and get a nice, warm, wet towel and clean us up. Tossing it onto the floor, I lay back down beside him. Mark are you okay, I ask. He's still laying there on my bed, naked, all 6' plus of him stretched out, relaxed. The best I've felt in a very long time, he says. I think that for the first time in a very long time, I've felt wanted, loved, sexy, everything. Mark, I hope that this isn't going to fuck with our new friendship. Padgett, I promise you that our friendship is only going to grow from this. I'm not sure if I like men or not, but I know that I like you; more than like you. I also, know that this supposedly straight, redneck wants to spend the night with you; if that's alright. Alright, trust me, try to leave. We'll talk more tomorrow. I cuddle into him, with Mark wrapping his arms around me for the night. What a great way to welcome my new str8 redneck neighbor into the neighborhood and into my life.