Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2023 20:33:43 +0000 From: CraigsMyth <1craigs.mith@proton.me> Subject: Pervy Neighbor - 3 This story is an original work of fiction, none of the people or events are real. Nothing is real but a story of fictional people doing fictional things to each other. Keep fun afloat by donating. Donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ The Pervy Neighbor - 3 Dad is almost gone. Mom is going to call the police again. "Maybe tomorrow." She promises. I sigh. I can't have friends over now. We have a family secret. I can only work so much. I hate my house now so bad. I get a text, "Come to my prom next week." Tara didn't ask. That is funny. She's pretty forthcoming and maybe that would be good. I didn't have a suit. I haven't had much occasion to dress up. I text Tara. "Ok." and then the phone begins to buzz. There is list of instructions. I have to wear a suit and tie. I have to buy flowers, or let Tara know if I have money for them. I have to rent a limousine. I text her back. Some of that is not going to happen. She tells me to meet her so we can iron out the details. We text back and forth. She's going to pick me up in a half an hour. Her Mom is driving. We are going to go for Milkshakes. Doesn't sound very romantic. I tell her to pick me up at Larry's. That way there is no chance of her bumping into my wonderful crackhead father. I get thinking. I go to Dad's room. He sleeps in his office now. He's out back, so I go to his closet without asking. I pick out a dress shirt. It's way too big on me. I grab a tie. I head out the door, "Mom. I'm going over to Larry's, and then out for milkshakes." I shout. Mom replies with the typical mom-speach. I grab the bike and five minutes later I'm outside of Larry's hedge. I never know what I am going to see when I walk into Larry's little hidden hedge compound. We have been spending a lot of time together. I talk with him quite a bit. I always think he's going to be naked because he's a real naturist. I see him dressed when he goes out. I am not stalking him. I just sound like it. I think of my stupid plan and nearly bail. My heart is pounding. Tara is on her way. The clock is ticking. "Hey Larry!" I call before I walk through the private entrance. I think he appreciates the few seconds of politeness before I barge in. He doesn't call back. He's not home. I walk in anyway. He's swimming. Naked of course. I watch him for a couple moments. I shut the music off. It is old music anyway. After a couple of strokes, Larry realizes that something isn't right. He pops up for air and sees me. I smile, "Hey Larry. Sorry to bother you in the middle of your swim, but I need a favor." He smiles back. He likes me. He says, "Sure thing Andre. Let me get toweled off first." He agrees to the favor even though he doesn't know what it is going to be. He towels off and slides his kilt on. I smile. This is going to be fun. "What's with the mischievous grin?" He says as he sees my little grin. I play innocent, "Can you show me how to tie my tie? Tara is picking me up, in" I look at my phone, "fifteen minutes." "Yeah. I can show you." He doesn't ask why Dad can't or won't help. I really like that. He walks and I follow, he continues, "We'll get you in front of a mirror so that you can see how it works and you can do it yourself." We walk into the bathroom. I hear my heart beating faster. I hand him the tie. He says, "I can only tie it the same way I do, so just, no. Turn around. Yeah. Stand there and this goes over here like this." He talks as the tie goes around my neck. He's practically hugging me. I shuffle back a little and I feel my backside touch something. I pretend I don't know. I guess that he's hard as rock now. As he fumbles with the tie, he explains things on how to tie it, the different knots and I don't pay attention. Finally the tie is on. I ask in a quiet voice, "Larry, I need another favor." "Sure. Anything." Again, Larry doesn't know what I am going to ask before he agrees. "I have been having a hard time at home. Tonight I am going out with Tara who really makes me hard and uncomfortable, and her Mom is going to be there." "Ok?" His eyebrows show he has no idea what's coming next. "Larry. I need a hand job. I don't want to embarrass myself." "What?" He gasps. He's pretty surprised. My face reddens. I push onward, "Yeah. I don't have a lot of time. She'll be here soon. You can go fast? I don't usually take that long." "I don't piss in my pool." He says. "That doesn't sound like, sure, anything." I say and turn. His kilt is really a tent, I point. "Please?" "It's not that I don't want to Andre. I just enjoy hanging out with you. Like a lot. I don't want that to ever change." He protests. "Larry. It's not a big deal. We aren't getting married or anything. I've had plenty of handjobs from my friends. It's really no problem." I cajole him and unbutton my pants. The war on his face is fun to watch. He can't help it, of course. He looks. He sees my tent. I unzip. He tries to make words, but his mouth just opens and closes a couple of times. I push him further and let him see the boner and hike the pants down. "Be quick though. The clock is ticking. Tara will be here any minute. I'm good for about three minutes on my own, so it won't take long." I say. I stroke it a few times. My foreskin pops in and out. I see it work. He reaches out. I let go. His touch is electric. He explores a little first and as soon as his hand around the shaft I move my hips. He takes the hint and strokes it. His kilt has wet stain on the tip of the tent. I didn't lie when I told him it would be quick. He laughs when I explode. It goes all over his kilt. He slows down my orgasm slows down. I shudder as the last blow leaves. He stops once he knows I'm done. He grabs some toilet paper and cleans me up. I can see he wants to taste me. "Thanks Larry. See no big deal." I say. I finish wiping me up. It isn't a perfect job, but I've been dirtier and no one notices. I pull up, zip up and buckle up. I leave the bathroom and head towards the yard. A horn honks. I call out over my shoulder, "Thanks for showing me how to tie a tie. Probably will see you tomorrow." I run out the yard and into the car. Tara kisses me. We drive and she talks. Donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ emails to me are welcome. 1craigs.mith@proton.me. Thanks for reading. Smith