Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2005 16:09:28 EST
From: Keybedder@aol.com
Subject: My Next Door Neighbor (Revised)

MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2005 by the author.

After my wife died the house was so empty.

Most of the time it was okay. I went to work and didn't think about it. I
ate dinner out, came home and watched TV until late. But there was no one
to share my bed at night, and the weekends were long and lonely.

In a way it was good, because I started being more friendly to people, just
to have someone to talk to. My next door neighbor George, for
instance. Before Veda got sick she'd always loved to garden and take care
of the yard. George liked to work outside too, so they were always chatting
over the fence that divided our property. I didn't cotton to that
much. George always had his shirt off. I didn't like Veda talking to
half-naked men, and said so. Veda just laughed at me and did as she
pleased.

When the cancer took her George was real nice. He came to the funeral and
shook my hand afterward. He leaned forward and said in a soft voice, "If
you need someone to talk to, I'm always there, buddy." I nodded and thanked
him, though I wasn't planning on taking him up on his offer.

It was months later, though, and the pain was still there, a big hard lump
of missing her just sitting inside me.  One Friday when I came home from
work I saw George, digging at something or another in his yard as he did
almost every sunny day, dressed the way he always was--denim shorts, work
boots and that was it. He looked up and waved at me. I waved back.

"How's it going?" he called out.

I was about to say fine and go on in the house. Something made me walk
toward him, though, carrying my briefcase. I stopped by the fence that
stood between our yards, just the way Veda used to do.

"Guess I'm getting by," I said.

George came toward me, his chest hair matted and sweaty. I'd been jealous
when I'd heard him and Veda laughing and carrying on outside. I'd been
snippy sometimes when he'd tried to be friendly to me. I felt bad about
that now.

He was looking at me with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"It's rough, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"Yeah."

George said, "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?"

I was surprised, and even more surprised to hear myself say, "That'd be
nice."

He smiled. "Around seven be okay?"

A few hours later I was knocking on my neighbor's front door, holding a
bottle of wine. It was ajar. I stuck my head in and yelled, "Hello?"

"Come on in, Oren," George's voice answered. "I'm in the kitchen."

I went in the direction of his voice. George was at the stove, checking on
something. He was wearing flip-flops, and nothing else. I stopped, wine
bottle in hand. My mouth was hanging open and I closed it.

George turned around and smiled. "Hey, neighbor. Welcome." All of a sudden
his eyes widened. "Oh my god," he said and clapped his fist over his
mouth. A snort of laughter got past him. We stood there for what seemed
like hours. Finally he said, "I forgot to tell you, didn't I? That I'm a
nudist?"

"Uh, yeah, guess you forgot," I managed. That explained his work outfit. At
least he hadn't taken it all off outdoors.

"Jeez, Oren, I'm sorry. Do you want me to put something on?"

I was trying as hard as I could to keep my eyes from wandering
downward. Still, I glimpsed something pretty impressive between those long
legs. Finally I shook my head. "Maybe I should just go."

"No, please," George said. "I'm sorry. I'll just go get some clothes."

"That's not right," I protested. "It's your house. I can't make you do
that."

"That's very understanding of you, Oren." George smiled. "I'd really like
it if you'd stay."

After a moment I nodded, and handed him the bottle of wine.

"Help me carry these things into the dining room," George said. As he led
the way in with the plates I got a good look at his back side. For a guy
his age, which was my age, he looked pretty good. His shoulders tapered
down to his waist in a nice V-shape, and there were no love handles on the
way down. He had a tight little ass, only a little paler than the rest of
him. Some weird feeling was tingling inside me. For the first time since
Veda died I felt alive.

Once we were sitting at the table it wasn't so bad, since I could only see
George's top half. He opened the bottle I'd brought and poured us two
glasses. He was a good cook and between the delicious food and the wine I
finally relaxed. He talked about his boat and going fishing on the lake
(which he did naked too), and promised to take me the next time. He told me
funny stories about freaking out UPS guys and other door-to-door types
until I was hysterical with laughter.

There was a lull in our chatter. I shook the front of my shirt. "Boy, I'm
hot. Must be the wine."

"I don't use the air-conditioning much," George said, and winked.  "One
advantage of being a nudist."

I don't know what got into me then. I must have been a little tipsy. "I'm
not being very sociable keeping my clothes on, am I?"

George raised his eyebrows and smiled. "It's up to you, Oren."

"What the hell." I stood up and began to unbutton my shirt. I wasn't
wearing much and it didn't take long to peel all the way down. When I was
starkers and my clothes were piled on the chair I looked at George again.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Nice," I said. It was the truth.

"Why don't we go in the living room? I'll bring the wine."

We sat on George's couch and drank and talked some more. The evening light
gradually began to fade and he clicked on one lamp. When he sat down again
he threw one long arm up on the back of the couch. His fingers touched my
shoulder. I felt that tingle again.

I turned and looked into his smiling eyes. "I'm glad you came, Oren," he
said. "It's been a wonderful evening."

His other hand moved in his lap. I took a quick peek. He had a hold of his
dick, which had grown in size. I turned away.

"It's okay to look, Oren," George said softly. "I'm looking at yours."

My eyes moved downward. My own cock was pointing straight up at my
navel. That was where the tingling was coming from.

George leaned down toward my lap, looking up at me. "Is this all right?" he
asked. I nodded not knowing what he was going to do. The next moment I
gasped as I felt hot, slippery pleasure surround my cock. It'd been years
since I'd had a blow job. It only took a few minutes for the juices that
had been pent up inside to come boiling up.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," I moaned.

"Mm hmm," George said, sliding faster up and down on my cock. The next
minute my hand was clamped on his head and I was shouting as I blew blast
after blast of cream down his throat. George pressed his face against my
stomach as he gulped down every drop.

Finally the storm passed and I collapsed onto the couch, still gasping for
air. George let go, looked up at me and smiled. His eyes were watery and
his cheeks were red with exertion.

"You okay?" he asked.

I knew I ought to feel bad, but I didn't feel anything but relaxed. That
hard lump I'd carried around inside me for so long was gone, melted,
dissolved.

"That was nice," I said.

George smiled. He sat up and pressed his mouth to mine. It felt weird to
have a man's beard scratching my face, but his lips and tongue were soft
and tender. After we kissed he pulled me down toward him until he was on
his back and I was lying on top of him. I let out a long sigh, which all of
a sudden turned into a sob. The next moment I was crying against his
chest. George held me, not saying a word, until I started to quiet down. I
could hear his heartbeat, slow and comforting.

"You miss her."

I nodded. "A lot."

"I've been watching you these past few months, coming home with your face
so still and sad. I wanted to help," George said. "I hope I wasn't too
pushy."

I shook my head. "You've been very kind." I reached down and hesitantly
took his cock, soft but still long. "You didn't cum."

He smiled. "It doesn't matter."

"I want you to cum," I said. A glint appeared in his eye.

"Well, if you insist-"

I learned a lot I didn't know before that weekend. I learned the strange
thrill of having your head in a naked man's crotch, knowing he was giving
you access to his most vulnerable parts. I learned that running your tongue
around the ridge where the head of a man's dick joins the shaft makes him
moan. I learned that precum tastes salty and cum tastes like a cross
between ocean water and rubber cement, but it's worth swallowing it because
nothing pleases a man more than someone who's willing to take his load, in
his mouth...

And up his ass. I never would have believed I'd ever let a man do that to
me. But George was mighty persuasive, and so gentle. First he said he'd
give me a rim job. I didn't know what that was, and I couldn't believe it
when he got me on my back, spread my legs and put his mouth between my
cheeks! I tried to wriggle away but George held me fast. Then I felt his
tongue on my hole. It was as good as his mouth on my cock, even better
maybe, because I'd never felt anything like it before. I stopped struggling
and began to moan. George chuckled in satisfaction.

"Wait, it gets better," he said.

He got a tube of some gel, put some on his fingers, and pushed first one,
then two up my butt. He touched a place inside that made me gasp with
pleasure, and told me that was my prostate.

"I think you're ready," he said, rubbing the same gel onto his cock. I took
a look at his rod and was scared. It was a lot bigger than his
finger. George got between my legs, and I felt the tip of his organ
pressing against my hole. My heart was thudding and my breath was quick and
shallow. He must have seen the fear on my face, because he smiled and
stroked my cheek.

"I won't lie to you, Oren," he said. "The first time hurts a little. Trust
me, it'll be worth it."

I nodded, trying to smile. The next moment I felt something huge and hard
stab into my rear.

"Please, it hurts," I cried. George nodded.

"Just relax, Oren. I'll go slow. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. Trust
me."

I cried out again as the object inside me moved forward. There was nothing
I could do. I looked at George's face, filled with tenderness, and
surrendered. My friend was giving me his most prized possession,
himself. How could this be bad?

"Oh, Oren," George crooned, "Your ass feels so good. Do you feel good?"

"Yes," I said, and to my surprise I meant it. The pain was gone and in its
place was warm fire, rising from places I didn't know could feel so good.

"Fuck me, George."

"You got it, baby," he said, as he began to thrust into me. Here I was,
naked, bent double under another man's body, the most secret part of me
being invaded and assaulted. I felt his hot breath on my face, smelled the
musk of his sweat. I knew there was no place I'd rather be.

"Fuck me," I cried again and again, clinging to his driving body like a
drowning man. I remembered how my sweet Veda had sometimes shocked me with
her language during our lovemaking. I finally understood what she'd been
feeling.

George grabbed my cock and began to jerk on it in time to his thrusts. In a
few moments I felt the fire rising in my balls. My asshole grabbed his cock
and I shouted again as hot spurts shot out of me for the second time that
evening, splattering across my chest and stomach.

"Oh fuck yeah, take my load Oren," George cried. He slammed one last time
into me before collapsing on my chest. I held him and rubbed his back, my
cum gluing our bodies together as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

George lifted his head, smiled, and kissed me.

"That was a honor."

"An honor?" I said, puzzled.

"Being your first. I've never been anyone's first before. I hope I was
worthy of that."

I chuckled at his odd formality, and decided to tease him a little. "Well,
I don't know."

He looked worried. "What do you mean?"

"I need something to compare it to before I decide how good you were. Can
you try it again?"

He rolled his eyes and tapped my cheek, gently. "Aw, you..."

By the time I finally left George's house on Sunday night my balls ached
from having been emptied so often. My butt was tender and I was walking
kind of funny. It felt very strange to have clothes on.

"Are you really a nudist?" I asked him at one point.

"Sure I am," he said.

"But you didn't accidentally forget to tell me, did you?"

He laughed. "No. I took a chance. Turned out okay, didn't it?"

It sure did.

END