Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2019 12:48:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Michael Mcclelland Subject: The Neighbor part 3 Nifty is an free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please help them to keep providing this resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The Neighbor part 3 As summer wound its way into August, I would see my neighbor almost every night. Dave would arrive home from work shortly before midnight, strip off all of his clothes, and smoke a bit of weed before turning out the light and falling asleep. Nearly every time, he would jerk his cock while playing with his balls and his ass. What I grew to understand was how much time and care he took with nearly every movement of his body. He fully enjoyed his cock. He would stroke it and pet it; never treating it harshly or in haste. He made the masturbation of his penis an artform, and the nuances of his body started to become familiar to me. He liked to circle his balls and the base of his cock with one hand and pull his balls up to the tip of his penis. Sometimes he would spit on them to make them slippery, and he would stroke them as they hung beneath his engorged dick. There were also times when Dave would become entirely engrossed in his ass. He would spread his cheeks and expose his hole; sometimes on his back, or sometimes on all fours on the bed. He would lube his asshole and use his fingers to tease himself... first with one finger, then two, then three... until he had all 5 fingers inside, stetching and causing himself enormous pleasure. He was clearly aware that I was often watching him. It seemed to inspire his masturbation. One night, he even jerked off with one foot up on the window sill, facing my room. His fingers worked his hole as he stroked his cock from its base to its tip. When he came, he made low gutteral animal sounds; they were almost growls. And after he would cum, he was in no hurry to clean up and turn out the light. I could see him walking in his room, perhaps even smoking a second joint. Every now and then, he would look in my direction, knowing that I was there in my dark room before he turned out his light and went to sleep. So many times, I would stroke with him and try to do the things to my body that Dave was doing to his. I learned to finger my ass and to pleasure my nipples and balls. Best of all, I began to learn how to delay my cum. It didn't seem to be the goal with Dave; his pleasure came from masturbating, not from having an orgasm. However, when he did cum, it seemed to be a part of the whole experience rather than an event that ended things. There were even nights when Dave didn't cum at all.. he would just postpone it until the next night. The strangest thing was that I rarely ever saw Dave during the day. My guess is that he would sleep in until nearly 10:00AM. I might catch him in the late afternoon as he left the house for work, but even that was rare. Dave's parents, however, were very active during the day. His father was frequently outside in the yard, mowing the lawn or pruning the bushes. Mrs. Roberts could be heard in the kitchen rattling pots, or calling their cat to come in for its dinner. From my room, I could see their entire back yard. And as I watched Mr. Roberts mowing the lawn, I could see where Dave got his looks. Mr. Roberts hardly ever wore a shirt, and the cargo shorts he wore to cut the grass sagged low on his hips; he clearly wasn't wearing underwear. His body was very lean, and his back was muscular like Dave's. One afternoon, I was arriving home on my bicycle and saw my father talking with Mr. Roberts between the two driveways. They were joking and laughing as I coasted into our garage. I put the kickstand down on my bicycle and stood it at the far end of the garage. When I came out of the garage, Dave was coming out of their backdoor. My father called out, "David, how are you doing? We never see you!" I felt slightly trapped. I couldn't hide in the garage... that would be weird. Yet, here was the man I had been intimately watching for the past few months and he was walking toward my father... and me. My Dad motioned for me to come toward them. "Hey, Mickey, you remember David?" My eyes met Dave's, and for a split second I thought Dave gave a knowing lift of one eyebrow and a nearly invisible smirk. "I'm good, thanks. Working my ass off." He looked directly at me when he said that. Inside my underwear, I could feel the dampness as precum started to flow. It seemed involuntary. Dave's blue eyes didn't let go of mine, and it felt like he was mentally doing all of the things to me that I had watched him do to himself. I had such conflicting thoughts; I wanted to run into the house and to my room, but I also wanted to run toward Dave and touch him as I had seen him touch himself. I wanted to feel his balls in my hand. I wanted to taste his body. "I gotta go or I'll be late for my shift." Dave swung his legs into his car and revved the motor before backing out of the driveway. "Can't believe how much he has grown up, Bill." "Yeah, time is speeding by us, isn't it? You should see his brother Evan! He's even starting to lose his hair!" Dave had two older siblings. Edina was his sister. Everyone called her Eddy. She was 5 years older than Dave. The oldest child was Evan. He was 11 years older than Dave. I didn't know Evan at all since he had gone off to college long before we moved into our house. Eddy babysat for us a few times. She was nice, but not very bright. My mother always had to call home to make sure Eddy remembered to feed us or put us to bed. "The kids'll be back in next week. Eddy's coming in from Cleveland and Evan's driving over from DC. It's my mother's 75th birthday. We're having a big thing at my sister's place." "How's Evan doing?," my father asked. "Ah.. you know kids. Evan is putting things back together after his divorce. Thank god they didn't have kids. He's got a nice apartment in Virginia now." Mr. Roberts shook his head. It looked like there was a lot to the story, but he wasn't going to go into it with my father. This was the first I had heard anything about the Roberts children. I knew they existed, but I didn't know any of the details. And it started to occur to me that two additional people were going to be in our neighbor's house. Our house only had 3 bedrooms. Were they all going to be staying there? My brain was filling with questions the way a teen brain does. I didn't see Dave come home that night. His car was in the driveway in the morning, but I never heard him come home, and his light never went on... at least that I was aware of. In fact, I didn't see Dave again for two more days. Then, finally, I heard him arriving home at his usual time. First the kitchen light went on... then Dave's bedroom light went on. My eyes watched from just above the window sill. Dave undressed like usual. Then, he came and stood at the window. He was almost motionless for a few minutes. Then he rolled a joint and stood at the window again... dragging on the joint... but otherwise, not moving. I couldn't help but wonder if our meeting in the driveway spooked him from enjoying himself. Eddy was the first of the Roberts children to arrive. She pulled her roll-on luggage up the driveway with what appeared to be a great effort. Everything looked like a burden to her. Mrs. Roberts came cheerfully out of the backdoor to help with the roll-on, but Eddy just waved her off. "I can do it!" And the backdoor slammed shut. Late Sunday afternoon, a Toyota Highlander with Virginia plates pulled into the driveway behind the other cars at the Roberts house. I had just taken a shower before our Sunday dinner and was in my room when I heard the car door ****. As I looked down into their driveway, I saw a man in his mid-to-early 30s with very blond hair. He had on shorts and a tank top and I could see the light blond fur on his legs and arms. There was a bald spot at the very top of his head, but the rest of him looked extremely fit. Mr. Roberts was the first to come out of the house and the two men embraced in the driveway. There was a lot of back patting and arm squeezing. Then Mrs. Roberts came out, almost running and threw her arms around the tall blond man. This had to be Evan. I gulped. If Dave was a dreamy sight, then Evan was three times that. His thighs and arms were thick. He must have been 6 ft. 3, or 6 ft. 4. And his voice boomed between the houses. "Where's Eddy and Dave?" he bellowed. Eddy came slinking out the backdoor with the kind of reluctance only a middle sibling can have toward an older sibling. Especially one that looked as put together as Evan. She turned her head away as she hugged him, then went back to standing near the backdoor. "David is at work, honey. He'll be home later", Mrs. Roberts said. The entourage made its way into the house. Ten minutes later, I could see Evan's frame directly across from my window. He and Dave must have always shared this room. My mouth opened stupidly as I watched Evan peel off his tank top. "Fuck, it's hot in here. When are you going to get air conditioning, Dad?" I hadn't realized it, but my heart was pounding in my chest and the wet spot in my underwear was back. What is going to happen when Dave gets home?