Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 10:07:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Watching My New Neighbor - Chapter 8

I hadn't realized that so much time had passed.  I looked outside, and saw
that we were in a pine forest, and the road was a washboard of rocks and
gravel.  I held onto the ceiling grab bar with one hand, and braced my
other hand on the seat.

My mind was off the images of Jeff jerking off at the edge of a hot tub,
while people sat around and watched, but I knew it would be back.

Jeff took it fairly easy on the road, going this way and that to miss
either a big boulder or a pothole.  He had switched to some sort of guitar
instrumental soundtrack.  I didn't recognize most of the songs, and I
certainly didn't know the artists.  I thought one of them might have been a
Richard and Mimi Farina duet on guitar and dulcimer, but wasn't sure.  I
was really paying more attention to the road, and where we were going.

Finally, we pulled around this big tree, and there was the cabin.  It
didn't look nearly as rustic as I had pictured, but it did look
picturesque.  It had a long porch in front, and there was a lake just down
the hill.  There was a fire pit in the front yard.

After he stopped the truck, he said, "Grab your shoes and let me show you
around the place, while I open the windows and doors to air out the place."

He wanted me to walk around naked with him? I hopped around pulling on my
shoes, trying to keep up.

He opened the screen door, and then the main door.  Inside smelled a bit
musty, but he went around pulling up shades and opening windows.  So I went
the opposite direction, doing the same.  I saw the open kitchen, the back
door, the little bathroom (did it have a door?); the living room with a
wood stove and a fireplace, and several comfortable looking sofas.  I
didn't see a bedroom.  Did he sleep on the sofa?

"Okay, thanks.  Let's let it air out a bit before we unpack.  He went to a
closet, opened it, and pulled out two towels. "How about a dip in the lake
to wash off the road dust?"

I nodded my head, now realizing our proximity and our nudity.

"Okay, follow me," he said, heading out the back door, letting the screen
door bang closed behind us.  He trotted down the gentle slope to the lake.

He dropped the towels on the beach, and said, "Come on in; I'll race you to
that big rock out there."

He went running and splashing into the water, then dove when the water
reached mid-thigh.  I could just stand there all day and watch his body,
but I waded out, and then slipped under the water.  Initially it was
chilly, but I soon got used to it, as I tried to put some effort into
reaching the rock.  I enjoyed swimming, but hadn't done any in a while.

I stopped at one point and treaded water, watching him pull himself out of
the water and onto the rock.  The water flowed over his body, and glistened
in the sun light.

I dipped my head under water to cool off, and headed on toward the rock.
Once there, I climbed out and laid on my stomach, while he stretched out on
his back.  "You are a pretty good swimmer."  He patted my ass. "Nice
powerful ass there, Paul!"

I squeezed my cheeks tightly, and laughed nervously.  "Roll over onto your
back and enjoy the sun.  Next time we come out, I'll bring the sun screen.
We won't stay too long this time; don't want you getting anything
sunburned."

I rolled very self consciously onto my back, and, as he said, "anything
sunburned," saw his dick laying off to one side of his crotch.  Fuck yeah;
it would be a pain to get my dick sunburned!

He leaned back into the sun-warmed rock and closed his eyes.  I did the
same, with the image of his naked body flashing in my mind.

After a minute or two in the warm sun, he asked, "Paul, did you have any
more questions you wanted to ask? I mean, you don't have to guess the song
or anything; you can just ask."

I thought about that.  There was so much I wanted to know.  "Well, when you
said everything, what did you mean?"

I heard him move and opened my eyes.  I had to shield them from the sun at
first.  I looked, and he had rolled onto his side, looking at me.

"First, let me ask you; are you homophobic, or someone who thinks man to
man sex is immoral, against the laws of God, or just think such things are
lewd and crude?"  I wondered what he was going to tell me. "Ah, no," I
said, with hesitation, because I wondered what he would think if I thought
it was wonderful.

"Okay, then, let me say, in the most non-vulgar way possible, that I have
done this." He paused, as if he was thinking about how to frame his answer.
"I have been an active and passive participant in both anal and oral sex
with another man."

Fuck! My dick started to swell. "Uhm, did you like it?" He had me way too
intrigued to stop now.

"Yeah, I did."  Could I ask him if he preferred it over girls?

Instead, I asked, "What's it like?"

He smiled, reached over, and drug his finger across my chest.  Goosebumps
popped out along my arms, and my dick took a lurch.  "It was different, and
good, and fun."

Did that mean he wouldn't do it again? "How ...," I started, but didn't
know how to lay out the question.

"Well, that's pretty obvious; a guy sticks his penis in your ...." I cut
him off.

"No, I know that!" I said, almost exasperated that he wasn't reading my
mind.  I didn't want to ask the question; I just wanted him to tell me.

"What I meant was, `how did it come about?' I mean, did you know the guy or
guys? And was it planned out? Was it some anonymous sex one night, or
what?" I blurted out, in a rush of words.

He chuckled and touched my chest again.  "Have you ever masturbated while
watching me from your house?"  I was perplexed at the change of direction
in the conversation.

I turned away from him, and meekly said, "Yeah."

He put a finger on my arm, as if to turn me back towards him.  I didn't
move.  "I know," he said, and in the second between that sentence and the
next, 8000 questions and thoughts flashed through my mind. Does he think I
am some kind of pervert? Does he think I have been stalking him? Did he see
me?  Is he laughing on the inside that he got my up here to make fun of me
and to humiliate me? Fuck, I am so stupid. And a million more thoughts
flashed through my mind, before he said his second sentence.

"I saw you asleep in a chair in your computer room one morning, and you
were naked.  I wondered if you had been watching me." He paused, and I
still didn't turn over.  More questions went surging through my mind.  Had
he set out to trap me? Was he going to rape me? Was he going to tie me up
and throw me in the lake and let me drown?

That set off a new round of paranoia.  Here we were in the middle of
nowhere, with no one around for miles; he could do anything to me, and no
one would every know!

Oh, fuck! I had to get out of here. I was alone with a sociopath!  He
probably trapped gays on line, and then lured them up here.  He was on some
vendetta to rid the world of faggots!

Fuck!  I rolled off the rock and into the lake, which seemed even colder
now.  I started swimming to shore, not sure if I could out swim him, and I
didn't know what I was going to do when I got to the shore.  Where could I
go? Where were the keys to the truck? How far was it to the next living
person? How many bodies were at the bottom of the lake?

I was in panic mode, as I frantically swam towards shore.  Then I felt a
hand on my ankle, and panic really set in.  I kicked to get away, and
floundered in the water.  "Paul! Stop it!" Jeff shouted, and fought to hold
me.

"No!" I yelled, and kicked some more.  "Don't kill me, please!" I gulped
water, and fought for the surface.  I gasped for air and went on. "I won't
watch you any more." Under and back up. "I'll move some place else!"  And
on the next time at the surface, I screamed, "Help!" as loud as I could.

He let go of me then, and I swam for shore.  I felt like I was making
Olympic time getting there, but was struggling to get good breaths as I did
so.

Once on the shore, I drug myself out, and started to run to the cabin, but
Jeff was standing in front of me, dripping wet with an angry look on his
face. "What the fuck are you going on about? Murder? Moving?" He shook his
head, and worked to take the emotion out of his voice and face.

"Are you having some kind of episode or mental attack that I need to know
about?" He shook his head. "What the fuck?"  He put his hands on his hips.

I was momentarily distracted, looking at the water glistening on his naked
form.  "You trap guys into falling for you, and then you bring them up here
to kill them, or rape them, or something, so you can get out your sick
homophobic fantasies!" I screamed all out of breath, and then realized how
crazy that sounded now.

"You are falling for me," he said, with a smile on his face.

"Asshole! I am talking about how you lure unsuspecting guys up here to do
`God knows what' with!"  I was still mad.  Was he mocking me?

"Paul, Paul, Paul! Take a deep breath, and calm down." I was trembling all
over, and was sure it wasn't from the cold water.  I tried to calm down,
but I couldn't, and for some stupid reason I started crying.  He moved up
to touch me, and I backed up.

"You have really fucked up my mind!" I said defensively.

"Let's sit on the porch and discuss this." He looked at me to make sure I
heard him.

I hesitated, and he said, "Look, I'll give you the keys to the truck, your
clothes, your phone, whatever, but can we sit down and talk?"  He grabbed
the pile of clothes and dropped them on the porch.

I was still shaking uncontrollably, but I nodded, and grabbed my shorts and
put them on.  Then I picked up the keys to the truck, and said, "Would you
please put your shorts on, too." It was a statement, not a request.

"Sure," he said, and grabbed his shorts and pulled them on.

"Now," he said, as we sat in chairs on the porch, "What's all this killing
and raping stuff you were babbling about?"

Again, I fought the emotions raging through me. I shook my head at first,
trying to put it together in my mind.  Had I flipped out? Was he really,
honestly, just a nice guy, that liked man to man sex? Or was he some guy
with devious motives out to get me?

I scooted my chair back a couple of feet and cleared my throat before I
could talk.  "Did you lure me up here because you are mad that I was spying
on you? And now you are going to get your revenge?"

He laughed. "Don't laugh!" I said, because I didn't know if that was a
sinister laugh, or a real, `Boy are you dumb laugh.'

"Sorry," he said.  "We have to do it this way?" he said, and I had no idea
what he was talking about, unless he meant he now had to kill me, out of
the lake.

The thought or question must have shown on my face, because he said, "I was
hoping we would have this discussion out on the rock, in the sun." That was
not easing my worry at all.

"Look, I thought you were cute the moment I laid eyes on you; but I didn't
know how you felt about some guy thinking you were cute. I didn't want you
to go all homophobic on me, so I really tried to play it cool and drop
hints."

He smiled, "Obviously, some of them were too extreme. You took off at
comments about jerking off or being naked.  I thought sure I had grossed
you out or something."  Was he really saying this?

"Then I saw you in your computer chair naked, and really thought you were
cute.  I thought you might have seen me jerking off the night before, so I
wondered if it could be true, that you liked guys."

I started to say something, but he said, "Let me finish, please." He gave
me a quirky smile. "As difficult as this might be for you to believe, this
isn't easy saying this, so please let me finish."

"So I wanted to make sure.  So I tried to do things around the house to see
if you were watching, and have you over to see me.  I wanted to see your
reactions." I started to say something. "I am not mad that you were, or
that you got a boner seeing me naked."

My mouth dropped open, and, again, he raised his hand.  "So I saw you
sitting in your chair at night, or watching me in the bathroom, or when I
was in bed.  It turned me on!" He smiled, "You know I am something of an
exhibitionist."

"I really do think you are amazingly cute, and I was hot for your body, but
wanted to know how you felt about gay sex, and about me."  He lowered his
eyes.  "So, yes, I wanted to get you up here, but only if you wanted to
come, and only if you wanted to be with me."

He looked up at me.  "I wanted to really get to know you, and vice versa,
and see where it went.  To see if we had any chemistry, or that crap." He
smiled at me then.

"So I was honestly trying to get you to open up out there on the rock, and
see if something would happen between us."

He sighed, "So that's it; that's the story. If you want to leave, I can
take you home. Or you can take the truck, and I'll walk down to a store I
know, and catch a ride or bus or something. But I don't want you to be
here, if you think I am trying to trap you, or hurt you, or, really? Kill
you."

That was a lot to take in.  I sat there looking at him.  Everything about
him shouted sincerity and honesty.  And, fuck, I wanted to see more of him,
and images of sex with him went flashing through my head.  Would it really
get that far? Was that what he meant when he said, "See where it goes?"
Possibilities started streaming through my mind again.

"Hello?" he said, waving a hand at me.

"Sorry," I said meekly.  "That is a lot to take in." I swallowed, trying to
moisten my mouth, but it didn't work.  "I am really sorry, for being such
an ass."

I looked up at him.  "You must think I am some kind of weirdo, the way I
flipped out."

He shook his head, and waited for me to continue.  "I feel dumb saying
this, this way, but `yes,' I want to stay here, and see where this leads."

He jumped up and ran over to me. He pulled me up, wrapped his arms around
me, and squeezed.  "I am so glad!" he whispered into my eyes.  "Is it okay
if I kiss you?" he whispered into my ear.

I could only nod.  Emotions swirling in me.  I had never been held like
this, or felt like this, and he was such a hot man!  My eyes were brimming,
as he moved his hands to hold my face and pull it towards him.  Were his
eyes overflowing as well?

He kissed me then, and I thought it was the most amazing thing in the
entire world!  I had never felt anything like this.  I never wanted it to
end.  I felt his tongue pressing against my lips, and I opened my mouth.
His tongue probed into my mouth and explored.  I did the same, and he
lowered his arms to hug me again, and this time I put my arms around him,
and squeezed just as hard, as we continued the kiss.

Finally, he broke the kiss and said, "I had to come up for air!"  He
laughed, but water still sparkled in his eyes.  "Really?" he said, and
squeezed me again.

"Yeah, really," I said, moving my head up to his for another kiss.

*****

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