Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2023 19:19:52 +0000 From: CraigsMyth <1craigs.mith@proton.me> Subject: The Pervy Neighbor - 4 Gay / Adult youth 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. the server forges running by donating. Donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ The Pervy Neighbor - 4 I wake up. The only noise is the rooster outside. It's too quiet for the norm. But is normal anymore? I think he's probably gone. Dad. I think today is the day. I think that last night was the last night. I lay there. Naked. My boner needs to be addressed. I crack open the door and the house is silent. Katie went to stay with Auntie Roberta, Will is staying with Uncle Ronnie. They both are smarter than me. Mom is probably still in bed. I hope, as I take my raging stiffy in hand and bolt to the bathroom. I bend it. I need to bend it. I push and finally the piss comes out and my boner softens. I made a huge mess, piss all over the toilet. My boner is gone and I reach under the sink to find a rag. I wipe up and clean up. I clean me up too. I hear someone walk by. I grab a towel and wrap it around myself. I go to the kitchen. Mom is making coffee and crying. I go and put my arm around her. I don't know what to say. I say nothing. "Thank you Andre." She says, "You shouldn't be the one who is comforting me. You have kid things to do, go out and have fun. You're sixteen. You shouldn't have to --" "Mom. It's okay. I know. Dad's a fucking loser." I say. She pulls away and pours us coffees, "He's gone. I told him last night. I told him not to come back. We should have some peace and quiet for a little while." "I heard." I reply "Yeah. Of course you did." "You should get a locksmith to come out. He will probably be back." "You are too young to be giving me good advice." "Yeah. It's what I do." "I have to call my lawyer this morning. I am also filing a restraining order." She went on about how he is really gone for good and then added at the end, "You okay to stay here on your own?" "What?" I am surprised. "Yeah, I am going to stay with your Grama and Grampa. You could come if you want, or you could stay here or go where ever. You're your own man now. Sorry your childhood had to die like this." "You are so melodramatic." I say and pause and think. What did I want to do? "I am not sure. Can I think about it?" "Yeah. No problem. I'm leaving tomorrow. If you stay, though, He might come back. " She says. We finish our coffees and don't say much after. She goes into her office, and with the door open starts to call. I get a text with our new alarm code. I don't know why, but I go into Dad's old office. It looks completely ransacked. There is garbage strewn about. His desk holds cigarette butts, ash and god knows what else. His bathroom is disgusting and smells like there's shit on everything.. There's even holes in his once pristine walls. I guess he's really gone. I feel loose at both ends. I go to work for my morning shift I asked for. The customers keep my mind occupied. Mostly. And then a boy shows up. I want to say he is fourteen, maybe? I'm not sure. He's shorter, has soft features and is really soft spoken. "Andre," A middle aged woman named Clair, my boss says, "This is Beau that rhymes with doe, not boo. He's the new kid, show him around and get him putting stock away." He has green eyes. I play it cool and talk with him a bit. He's from Norway, but moved here because his dad has a job, or something. I show him the store and demonstrate how to stock the shelves. He says almost nothing. My shift ends. I sit in my car. I asked Mom for that river pool thing, but it was lost to the chaos of a drug riddled father. I could go home and do nothing. I could go to Tara's, but she's always wanting to fuck or fool around. She seems to lose interest in me when I just want to hang and play games, or just hang. I could go see Larry. He's chill. Maybe I need chill. I park in my driveway, go pick up my bicycle. I don't know why, I just got into the habit of doing it that way. I pedal over. It's a six or seven minute trip and I get to his funny gate. I see he has a new doorbell. I ring it and without waiting for him to answer, just go in. He turns from the couch and smiles, "C'mon in bud." I go to the little fridge off to the side of the yard. He pretty much lives in the yard in the summer, everything is set up for a man cave, without the cave. I get a coke and sit down. "Watchya watchin?" I ask. "Stupid repeats on the streaming service. There is such garbage on there, makes me wonder why I subscribe." He replies. "Ah." "You had a bad day? Things okay?" He seems to know. He always can read me. I guess I'm pretty obivious or he's just really good. "Not really. Mom is leaving town. She wants me to come with her. She wants to go see her Mom and Dad, my grandparents." I just blurt it out. "What are you going to do?" "I don't know. All the family has scattered. I like it here, but it would get pretty lonely, especially being home schooled. Katie is gone with an aunt, Will is gone with an Uncle, mind you, he's gearing up for Uni." "Yeah. Me an lonely get along pretty good, but I'm not sixteen." "Looks like Dad is really gone. He took his car and sold it, I think. I saw someone else driving it today. They came to the store. I recognized it from the dings he picked up after he started using." "Ah Shit. Not gonna lie. You got it a lot tougher than you think. Maybe he stole it?" "Doesn't matter. Not my problem." "Yeah, you got it a lot tougher than you think man. I feel for you. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know." "Most people say that." "Yeah, Andre, But I'm not most people, am I?" He looks at me. His eyes are dead serious. He's wierd for sure, but I trust him. He probably would do anything for me. I snicker, "Yeah. Today you are wearing shorts instead of nothing or your kilt." He laughs, "See? I'm not. It's okay. I know it. Tell you what, if you want to stay here, you can. I started going to a bath club on Wednesdays, so I might bring someone home once in a while, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I could put that on the back burner." "What?" "My social life isn't all that hot right now anyway." "Bath Club? What the fuck?" Larry laughs and gets up. He goes to the fridge to get a drink, "Ah my dear Andre. It seems I'm full of secrets and surprises, so I'll explain this one all the way from front to back." His eyes continue to smile as the soda can cracks. He says, "Before the accident, I stayed home a lot. I was really lonely. So I took a look around. There wasn't anything really social to do. The old folks that are retired, well, they play cards, dance, and play pickle ball. I didn't mind those things, but they aren't my thing. I like boys, men and women, but we need to connect for me to have sex with them. I think there is a term for that in the long label that everyone gets pasted with, but it's who I am, not what I'm called. And I hate clothes. So I decided to do something about it. I bought a little house in town with a big shop in the back. I rented out the house and renovated the shop. "At first hardly anyone came. There were a couple older fellows and that was it. So I hired some working boys and a few girls too. I paid them over their rate and took all kinds of racy photos. Mostly we did oral, but on the occasional night, I fucked them a little. I posted on social media. Anyway, the other people came. They have some serious money. I upped the price. It's called a bath house, and there is a hot tub with some showers and a few baths, but that's not what they come for." He winks at the last bit. My mouth is open. I can't believe what I hear. He smiles, "I hope that doesn't offend you." "I wasn't expecting it, that's for sure." I say, "But that just means you are weirder than I thought." "You think I'm pretty weird?" Larry's smile fades a little. "Weird is good. I like weird. And yeah, you are fucking off the charts weird." "Cool?" He says, but asks its more like a question. "I could stay with you while Mom is gone?" I commit. "What the fuck Andre? I offered already. You know you can." "Yeah. You can bring home," I pause searching for words that aren't going to be taken the wrong way, "People, but I am not going to watch." Larry is relieved and laughs, "No. I don't let many people watch." 'What?' I think. My thoughts run wild as to what Larry might and might not do. He's weird alright, but he still makes me feel safe and is considerate to me. I remember forcing him to give me a hand job. I push my imagination to the side. "Where do I sleep?" I ask. "I'll get that sorted out." He says. We discuss how things might go. Mom is gone tomorrow and I'll tell her I'm staying home. I was pretty close to being honest, a seven minute bike trip close. I go home and tell Mom I'm staying. I give her excuses about how I have things to get done. She buys the lamest lies I've ever told. She really does need to regroup. She gives me new keys for the house and packs. I can hear her cry when when she packs. I play video games and work out on my old gym equipment to pass the time. She stands at the door after I load her car. The driveway is empty except for my little, blue, old car. She cries and hugs me and we say our goodbye. She gets in and drive away. I stand at the door until she is out of sight. I close the door and now the house is empty except for me. I'm alone. All alone and I'm not sure what emotions run through me. They probably have names. I cry to let something go, but I don't know what. I am supposed to go to Larry's house. I take off my shirt and blow my nose and whipe my tears away. I throw the mess on the abandoned shoes. I take off my shorts and socks.. I throw them all on top of the boots and shoes. I wander the house. I go down stairs and look at the pool table. It's cold down there. I don't stay long. I walk up to the kitchen and open the fridge. I pour out all the milk and orange juice. I wander around and finally find myself in front of Dad's old room. The house is completely silent. Dad's door is closed. It's not Dad's anymore. It's the old office door. I open it. The desk sits proper, the garbage and shit that was strewn everywhere is gone. Mom must have had cleaners. The closet is empty except for two empty hangers. I open the bathroom. It looks completely clean as well. I go to my room and spend the next two hours transferring all of my stuff over. I empty my dresser, I fill up my new dresser. I take my posters down, and put them up over the holes in my new room. Instead of taking time to nest in my new space, I fill my backpack up with overnight stuff and a few clothes. I don't dress. I did all that naked, so I go out to my bike. My car sits and accuses me of neglect. I turn my back on it all and climb on my bike. I've never biked naked before. I pedal down the drive and a car goes by on the road. I don't know if they see me. They honk. They saw me. I turn the corner and three cars and two honks later I walk into Larry's yard butt fucking naked. ++++ emails to me are welcome. 1craigs.mith@proton.me. Thanks for reading. Smith