Get over here, and get down on your knees." "Well Matt, looks like you're going to have to do as I say. "who are they going to believe Matt? You, the child, or me, the adult neighbor and best friend of your fathers?" And more, I'd tell them about the drug dealers you have over here when they are gone on their trips." And what a shame it would be if they found out." I bet your parents don't know about this do they. I know that smell" he says as he takes a whiff of the air. I don't know what the heck you're talking about" Don't think I didn't purposely rub my cock against your soft ass. Myself, I am a solid 6" so I was surprised to see how big his was getting. But I knew it wasn't fully hard because of how he flopped it - which surprised me because it was already the length of mine and maybe thicker. I could see it growing bigger as he continued to rub the outline. But it was too much - I was unable to look away. Shocked, I stare for a few moments too long. Stanton blocking the doorway, rubbing his hand over the outline of his dick through his thin shorts. As I walk up to, I stumble over my words, not knowing what to do next. We get back to the room, and there it is, on the floor.
Crap - I moved the TV yesterday when my buddy Mark was over. Nervous, and practically shaking, I lead him into my parent's house, locking the door behind him.Īs we walk back to the living room, I suddenly remember. Stanton, the man who just not-so-discretely rubbed his dick up against my butt into my house? What was I doing?! Did I really just invite Mr. Could you give me a hand with that real quick?" It's kinda big so an extra person would help. Without even thinking, I said "Well, I'm trying to move the TV from the living room out of the cabinet. "well, if there is anything else you need help with, give me a shout" he says as he begins to talk back home.
Said they'd be gone until tonight at least." Another shopping trip at the beach today?" Mr. "I saw your parents head out this morning. Grinning back, I mustered out a thank you. Stanton backed away and handed me the sponge, smiling and said "there ya go Matt." When I saw him make his final reach for the far side of the roof, I "discretely" pushed my body back into the crouch at the same time as he was pushing forward, pushing his dick up against me in a less discrete manor. As he reached for the far end, he put his hand on the small of my back to get better leverage. Stanton's dick up against me struck some sort of curiosity switch in my brain. I wasn't the only one wearing thin shorts that day, so I was able to feel it slide back and forth as he worked the roof of the truck.Īt first I was somewhat confused, never having experienced anything like this before. Right away, I knew what it was pressing up against my right cheek. As he leans forward to get the center of the roof, he puts a little pressure against the back of my body, and that's the first time I felt it. I'm somewhat pinned between him and my truck. He was a much larger man, being around 6'2 and an athletic build of 205 lbs.īefore I can say anything he is right behind me taking the sponge.
With my bucket not near me, I struggle to reach the middle of the roof. So when I get to the roof of the truck I have to get on my tip toes or a bucket to make sure it gets clean. I continue to wash the truck talking back. The window to my bedroom faced his house so I could hear him and his guess coming in late at night on the weekends. I guess he must have been a hit with the ladies, because I was always seeing ladies coming and going from his house. He had lived beside me ever since I could remember. His beard and hair had started showing a hint of grey in recent years. If I had to guess, he was probably around 45 years old. He was a divorcee with a son a few years older than me. Turning around, I saw a face I had seen hundreds of times growing up. I had been going for about 20 minutes when I heard a voice from behind me. So shirtless I went out, all 145 lbs of me, wearing only mesh shorts. Being midsummer, I thought I could work on my tan so when I head off to school I'd have a nice tan for the women. It was around midday that Saturday, and I had just finished smoking and decided I'd go outside, turn some tunes on and wash my truck. I enjoyed smoking weed back then, so I was able to hit the pipe all day, so long as I had ample time to clear out the smell. This was great news for me - it meant freedom for the day. One day in June, my parents had decided to take day trip to the beach for some shopping. I was an 18 year old boy, enjoying my last summer home. This story takes place in 2006, the summer before I went off to college. The following story is about the first time with my older neighbor.