Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2023 17:48:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ozorli65@aol.com" <ozorli65@aol.com>
Subject: Chronicles of Steve

These are short tales about this hot somewhat gingery guy that is my
newest neighbor. I just moved to a new home and was greeted by the
friendly and fairly attractive guy with the southern drawl. From the
moment I saw this good looking guy with the jeans that showed off his hot
ass I wanted him.
Now it us only fiction as he is a married man with kids in tow. But as he
was ever so friendly. I am sure I could show this hunk how 'friendly' A
neighbor can be.

Chronicles of Steve (1 introduction)

... I just moved to a new place. A new street in a new town in a new
state. I needed a big change after a bad bad relationship that turned my
whole world upside down. My ex of 7 years cheated, to start. And then we
fought over the house and the dog and many other items that made this
break up the worst in the history of break ups. At least that's how it
felt for me.
Then friends started to drop off. My ex had decided to turn what friends
he could against me. And I lost most of them. The few that stayed though
were more fair weather friends and I rarely saw them after the break up.
The furniture was split and again the issue with the dog. He ended up
bitching so much about it that I told him to take the dog.
Then the king drawn out fight over the house that went in for months.
Ending in the selling and splitter Ng if the profits if the house.

"Well I have cash now. But what to do about it" I said to myself

This and the distancing I got from people was tough. I could not see
someone we both knew that didn't try and avoid me at all costs.
Then as time passes after the breakup. I found my job lacking. The
drudgery of it and the existence I now had. Coming home to a lonely
apartment (a small one at that). Made me think about just packing up and
going somewhere else.

"I really have no one anymore" I said alone in my room
"He made sure if that"
"Fucking asshole"

I had taken the tiny studio apartment with the furniture I had procured
from the break. All stuffed in there until I decided what to do.
It was when a friend of mine (Lisa). And old friend prior to my
relationship with 'the ass' (as I call him now). She had suggested I
moved to the Midwest. A quieter and less hectic life compared to the big
city. She had moved there sometime back with her husband. Also a need to
get away from it all.
Lisa said that where she lived the costs were lower and I could get a
nice small house for cheap comparable to where I was now. And after many
back and forths with her, I decided that yes. I needed a change. A big
fucking change
I went online and started to look for work. Similar to what I knew now to
get the best pay. But still something slightly different. I sent out my
resume to a couple of companies. Stating I would be making a move to the
area in the near future. Then as using my current company if the same.

"I hope this is the right thing to do" I said to myself

I made some appointments with a realtor when I had some interviews in the
new city. I then flew down, met with Lisa and began the house search.
The search did not take long as I found the cutest ranch home in this
fairly quiet neighborhood. I saw a few kids about and then the woman that
would be my neighbor. Lindsey. She waved as she saw me and I waved back.
She had two kids and seemed nice enough as a neighbor. Even with the
southern drawl she had going
I ended up getting that house as well as taking on a new position in
town. A bit less money that what I was used to, but as Lisa said, the
cost of living was lower.

"So great you will be moving here" she said to me
"I know you will enjoy it"
"It's gay friendly too"

I know that was something I wanted. Especially if I was gonna make a new
start. Maybe make new gay friends and such. But at that moment it was all
about the move. Contacting a moving agency and packing up. The. Stuffing
my crossover with the remains. Then heading out for the 2 day trek from
the west coast to the Midwest. Having a few items that were usable in my
new place until the move arrived. Like a blow up bed and some kitchens
utensils and such.

"Thank God for my SUV" I said as I pulled things from it
"Have enough to get me by for a few days til the movers get here"

I met with the new employer two days after my arrival. Signing papers and
such for the new job. When I got back I pulled in to my driveway. I
looked over next door and saw a guy in jeans working on a very big truck.
The truck having an American flag in the back. A very southern thing to
do. I instantly saw that the jeans hugged his very nice looking ass.
I pulled in and came out front to check the mail. That was when he looked
up and saw me. The very hot guy turned and waved then he started towards
me. I was immediately caught by his good looks. About average height.
Buzzed haircut and a brown goatee. He smiled as he walked in my
direction.

"Hey neighbor" he called out

I then looked down to those jeans in his lower body. The crotch on them
was nice and inviting. I was instantly smitten by what I was looking at.

"Howdy neighbor" he said again as he closed the gap
"I am Steve. Yer neighbor"
"Lindsey said you would be moving in soon"
"Wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."

I heard this hot guy speak l. A deep southern drawl that fit his jeans
and t shirt appearance. He had tattoos up along one arm that went under
the sleeves up to his shoulder. The another arm had tattoos only in the
for arms. He put his hand out to shake as he greeted me. Smiling a big
smile as he did.
I looked at his face. Yes he was good looking. But I worried that this
very southern guy that seemed very friendly may not be so much so once he
found out I was a homosexual.
But I gave him my name and shook his hand. It was a nice strong shake.
Firm and manly. I looked at the tattoos on his arm, thinking they were
cool regardless of what if any preconceived notions I had about the guy
already from first meet.
But my eyes also took a fast glance down at his crotch. A better look as
he was Soo close now. I could see the small bulge if his junk against the
left of the crotch as he shook. I felt a wad of spit collect in my mouth
and had to swallow.

"So is it you and the wife?" He then asked

And here was the question I knew was coming. Straight guy asking about my
marital situation to gauge what to think of me.
Then I told him I was single. And that I lived alone. He still smiled as
he seemed to glance at my car for a moment. I then realized I had an
equal rights sticker on the back. The one that my community and friends
of the gay community use.
He looked back at me and the smiled again. I worried that he knew what
that was and that he would immediately turn and curse that a 'fag' moved
into his neighborhood.
But he did not. He suggested that if I needed anything, anything at all.
To come over and ask. Then he smiled and headed back to his truck. Saying
'see ya later'. My eyes looked at his backside, and his awesome ass
stuffed into those jeans. I felt my loins twitch as I looked at the hot
ass as he walked away and back to his place. Again taking a hard swallow
as I stared at him. Then I went inside after checking my mail

And that was the first time I saw the hit ass neighbor Steve...

To be continued