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Through The Fence
Chapter One
Owning a condo isn’t what it’s cracked up to be, unless you have a very hot 15 year old living next door. Even so, there is still the upkeep inside the house and of course the yard work in the back. My yard work is minimized by the pool and hot tub taking up much real estate in the backyard. There is a community pool but I hate going there: it’s like window shopping— look but don’t touch!
So I’m in the backyard weeding the planters which have a six foot grape stake fence behind them, separating the property next door. I hear a scuffle and then, “Hey, Mr. D, whatcha doin’?”
I know by the voice it’s my 15-year-old neighbor Aaron with a body that won’t quit. Just the sound of his voice makes me start to harden. I can see through the gaps in the fence that he is shirtless and in bright blue Speedos with a diagonal white stripe across the front. The white stripe just accentuates his maturing package. His skin is as smooth as marble but as tan as the California sun can make him. Every now and then one of his turgid nipples comes into view, causing more starter fluid being poured on my lust. As he talks through the fence he rubs his cock absentmindedly across the fence, causing the both of us to grow our erections. I comment under my breath. “Be careful, you’re going to get a splinter in your dick….”
“What, Mr. D?”
“What? O nothing, I was just cursing these weeds, Aaron.”
“Mr. D, I was wondering….” (Long pause)
“Yes, Aaron….”
“Mr. D, I was wondering if I could swim in your pool?”
Only if you’re stark naked is what I wanted to say. “Sure, if it’s okay with your dad.” Aaron’s parents have been divorced for about 10 years and he has lived with his dad, the two of them moving around a lot. His mother moved in with another woman and back then that would have been a legal reason not to award custody to her.
“Dad won’t care. He’s not around much and has pretty much left me to my own devices since I was 14.”
“Well, if you think he won’t mind, come on over. “ Okay, now I’m getting really horny. I have to control myself. After all, he’s 15– jailbait! I know that is the age of consent in some countries and even in a few states here in the US, but in California, definitely jailbait!
“I just have to grab a towel and some sunscreen and I’ll be over.”
“I have all that. Just meet me at the front door.” I have to run to the front of the house and subdue my raging hard-on before he gets there! I grab a beach towel and feign wiping the sweat off my neck while the bulk of it covers the front of my very tight cargo shorts. I open the door and just about shoot my load! There before me stands a beautiful Greek god. His sandy blonde hair with sun-streaked blonde highlights, his blue eyes with golden flecks, and gorgeously golden brown skin nearly took my breath away. Add to that his deliciously sculpted pecs, ridged nipples and a flat stomach with a navel just aching to be tongued and you have Aaron, with his long hairless legs and delectable feet with toes longing to be sucked and licked. At 5’ 10” he is a textbook specimen of what the perfect male human should look like at 15.
Fortunately my breathlessness could be explained by my laboring in the yard. “Welcome, welcome! Towel and suntan lotion are on the pony wall by the back door, Aaron. Make yourself at home.” Suddenly, Aaron turns and embraces me.
“Thanks so much for letting me come over to swim, Mr. D. It gets lonely at my house most of the time.”
I, unfortunately, break the embrace. “Anytime I’m home you’re welcome to come over and swim, watch a movie, play video games or whatever.” Deep down I am hoping for ‘whatever’.
Aaron grabs the towel and sunscreen and heads out to the pool. He checks the temperature of the water with his toe and deems it acceptable. He then does a side dive into the deep end, his body curving and stretching to meet the water. If he could be any more sexy I’m sure he would! He pops up in the middle of the pool and shakes his hair like an Irish Setter retrieving a duck. I head back to my gardening and Aaron yells, “Hey Mr. D, come on in the water’s fine!”
“Thanks, but I need to finish my gardening. You go ahead and enjoy the pool.”
“Aw, c’mon, Mr. D. The gardening can wait. It’s not every day I come over. Please?”
I wish it were every day! He’s right. What kind of a host am I if I don’t entertain my guests? I drop the towel on the table, whip off my shirt and shorts and throw them on the table as well. I run to the pool and do the same side dive Aaron did. Aaron’s jaw drops either from the fact I jumped in with just my bikini briefs on, or that I jumped in at all. I swim over to where Aaron is hanging on to the edge of the pool. I wait until then to copy his hair shake, spraying him with water in the process.
“Hey, no fair, I wasn’t ready for that!” He looks me over carefully and says, “You don’t have a bad bod for an old dude.”
“Old dude?! How old do you think I am?”
“I don’t know. 60 maybe 70?”
“I’m 52, mister! Older than you but not ready to die.”
“Dang! You look good!”
My gaydar activates. This kid is searching, trying to figure out who he is. Suddenly, he puts his hands on my shoulders and starts pushing down. I go down into the water as far as my chin and then do a sweep with my leg, knocking both his feet out from under him. He goes down with a splash. He pops back up and grabs on to me for support. It’s then that I realize he has a raging hard-on as he presses against my crotch. He leans in to give me a kiss full on the lips.
“Whoa! Whoa! Hang on there, Tiger! I don’t know what you’re thinking but you are jail bait.”
Aaron looks shocked, as though I have smacked him across the jaw. “Jailbait? What’s that?”
“That means if anyone found out we were doing what we’re doing, I would end up in jail for who knows how long. You're a minor and I’m an adult.
“I’m not gonna tell. I just want to know how it feels to kiss a man. I know you’re gay, and I feel safe coming to you to find out .“
“Well, I appreciate that but I really don’t look good in orange. If you suddenly got mad and wanted to get even with me, all you would have to do is mention it to your dad and that would put the whole nightmare in motion.
Aaron got very quiet. He stares at the water lapping against his lithe frame for a long while and then looks at me with his piercing blue eyes. “You don’t know me very well, but if you did, you’d know I have never broken a promise or told anyone a secret I knew.
Dilemma time: Do I take this kid at his word and throw caution to the wind, or do I do the responsible thing: pat him on his shoulder and get out of the pool? Oh hell, I lean in and gently kiss him on the lips, lingering, taking in the soft and supple feel of his teenage lips. I pull away to judge his reaction. A smile crosses his lips and his eyes seem to melt into pools of liquid aquamarine. I lean back in while my thumb pulls gently on his chin, signaling him to part his lips as I caress him with my tongue. He soon starts to swirl his tongue around mine, exploring and seeking even more pleasure. He leans in and wraps his arms around me, drawing me closer. I begin fingering his right nipple swirling around the areola and concentrating on his now-erect nipple. This causes Aaron to moan and become more passionate in his tongue action. I pull away slowly, planting gentle kisses on his lips as I reluctantly depart. I study his reaction, searching for any sign of rejection. His eyes are closed softly and an even more pronounced smile is lighting up his face— a face devoid of flaw or blemish. (So not fair! When I was 15, my face looked like the surface of the moon!) Aaron leans back in and we begin kissing with more determination to seek one another’s pleasure center. Aaron starts stroking my chest and I am painfully aware of our rock hard cocks beginning to grind into each other. I again pull away gently without a hint of rejection. “Okay! Whew! We need to bring the stallions back to the stable.”
“Why? That was amazing!” Aaron is rubbing his cock through his Speedos. I’m sure if he weren’t in the pool he’d still be as wet with precum.
“Let’s take it slow and easy. I’m into building relationship. It makes the sex far more exciting.
“So what’s next?”, Aaron asks with a sense of urgency.
“How about a soda?”
“That’s not what I had in mind.”
“I know, but that’s all you’re going to get— for now.”