Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2019 14:07:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Michael Mcclelland Subject: The Neighbor part 4 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 4 My family always made it a point to have a big sit-down dinner on Sundays. It was the one time during the week when we were all in the same place at the same time. During the summer, we usually had dinner a little bit on the early side so that there was plenty of sunlight left to do other things after dinner. My father had been asking me all weekend to wash our family's two cars, and at dinner, he told me that he would pull them into the driveway so that I could finish up my weekend chores. So, after dinner, I went up to my room to pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to wash cars in. It was only 6:30, so I had a lot of time before it got dark. Keep in mind that this was back in the late 70s. Baggy shorts were still a long way off, and the norm of that era was short and tight. I was 15, and I very aware of my body. When I got to my room, the evening sun filled the space with a warm amber light. I stripped off my nice Sunday dinner clothes. The air from my open windows felt delicious on my skin and as I stood naked in my room, the sunlight fell on my body from my knees to my nipples. I couldn't help but pull my balls forward and adjust my slightly thickened cock. That's when I looked up to see a figure move at the window of our neighbor's house. Evan Roberts was the oldest son of the family that lived next door to us. Evan was visiting his family for the celebration of his grandmother's 75th birthday. He had arrived home that afternoon. Usually, the room directly across from mine belonged to the youngest son of the Roberts family, Dave. Dave and Evan were 11 years apart in age, but growing up, they must have shared a room in the 3-bedroom house. I found a pair of old cut-off jeans in the bottom drawer of my dresser. If I was going to be washing cars, I was going to be getting wet, so I didn't see any reason to get a pair of underwear wet, too. I decided to skip the underwear and pulled the shorts on over my naked ass. The waistband and leg openings weren't very tight, so it felt like I would be able to move around pretty easily in them. I also found an old t-shirt. It had a tear under the left sleeve, so I didn't care if it got a bit messed up from car washing. Looking out my bedroom window, I could see that my father had already moved the two cars into our driveway. One of the cars was parked directly under my bedroom window between our house and the neighbor's. Our family car was a Ford LTD stationwagon, and it was the car parked under my window. The car in front was the car my father always drove to work; it was a 1973 Cougar. I decided to start with the Cougar. I used just a cap full of soap in the warm water, but it still made a lot of suds. I washed the car from front to back with soapy water, then hosed the entire car down to rinse away the suds. The final touch was to use a chamois to wipe all of the water off; that way, there wouldn't be any water drops. Last but not least were the tires and hub caps. These I did with a sponge and water. I had to crouch down pretty low, and I could feel that my cut-off jeans were really sagging. The air licked at my ass crack as I worked. The Cougar was finished and I was moving on to the stationwagon. This was a much wider car and it was difficult to get up on the top of it. I had to press my body against the side to reach my arm into the middle of the hood and top. Obviously, I was getting pretty wet. "You're doing a good job there, boy," boomed a voice behind me. I turned and looked, but didn't see anyone at first. Then I looked up at the second floor of the Roberts' house. Evan was leaning out of the window watching me. I could only see his shirtless body from the waist up. He was smiling broadly. "Thanks" "Your Dad still has you doing chores, huh?" "Yeah, last one of the weekend." I went back to washing the car. The front of my t-shirt was soaked through and it was making my nipples stand out. I had to constantly press against the big car to get my hand to the middle, and as I did the hood, my ass was sticking out in the direction of the Roberts' house. Every time I pressed my wet chest against the car, the wet fabric and the hard metal felt sexy. I was getting a little bit hard. When I had finished wiping down the hood, I worked on the sides of the car, bending low to get to the bottom of the chassis. "Nice..," said the voice above me. "Hey, I'll give you ten bucks if you do mine, too." My mind felt like it slipped into neutral for a second as I absorbed the double-meaning of Evan's offer. "Yeah, sure" I kept working on the wagon. As I wiped down the side of the car closest to our house, I kept looking up to see if he was watching me. He was gone. But, mixed into the evening song of the birds, I could faintly hear him. "mmmmm... yeah... fuck yeah" As I finished the tires and was dumping out the dirty water, I looked back up to the bedroom window. There he was. Still shirtless. "You ready for mine?" "Uh huh..." My mind raced again. "OK. I'll be right there." I found a break in the hedge that grew between the two driveways. I squeezed through and found myself standing in our neighbor's driveway toward the back of their house. The door flew open and Evan came bounding down the two steps that lead from the kitchen's back door into the backyard. Still shirtless, he was wearing a pair of blue bermuda shorts that clung to his hips and thighs. It looked like he exercised a lot because the muscles of his chest and abs were clearly defined. It wasn't the physique of one of the bodybuilders that I had seen on television, but more like an outdoorsman who was always active. In contrast, my father, who was less than 10 years older than Evan, had the beginnings of a pot belly. Evan's chest and stomach were covered with a light blond fur that continued down into the front of his shorts. But the most noticable thing was that I could see the outline of his cock in his pants. If he was wearing anything under them, it must have been loose boxers. He wrestled with a garden hose from the side of the house; his movements were like a panther or big game cat. "Here ya go... use this. And no soap, okay?" I set to work hosing down his car. The nozzle didn't fit well; it needed a fresh washer. So, each time I let go of the nozzle's trigger, I got sprayed. I worked quickly because the light from the sun was setting behind the houses and it was going to start to get dark soon. Occasionally, I would look up at his window. No one was there. Finally, I got to the tires. As I crouched low, my wet clothes were clinging to me, but I could feel the breeze on my wet ass. Was he watching me? I didn't want to look. Just as I finished the last tire, he spoke. "Here ya go. Thanks a lot." Evan was standing right behind me, looking down at my half exposed ass, holding out a ten-dollar bill. I stood and pulled up my cut-offs. The hose on the ground was spraying my legs... and his. "Shit. Let me shut that hose off!" He sprinted to the spigot on the side of the house and shut off the water. Then, he came back to where I was standing. I was dripping wet. He started to gather up the garden hose, and his eyes moved slowly up my body. He was making me dizzy and he seemed to know it. "You better get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold. Hell, I should, too. Look at me!" His pants had gotten wet from standing near the hose and now the outline of the head of his dick was very visible. His hand rubbed his bare chest as my eyes molested his body. I couldn't take my eyes off of his wet crotch. He turned and coiled up the garden hose and took it to the rack where it was stored. I found my way back to the break in the hedge and headed for my room. My mother wasn't too thrilled about me coming through the house with wet clothes. She insisted that I go into the basement and get out of them. There were freshly laundered towels on the clothes dryer; I could take one of those to wrap around myself. As I peeled off my clothes in the basement, the image of Evan's wet shorts and the swath of blond fur were stuck in my mind. I got back to my room with a semi-erection. No one in my house saw me; they were all watching television in the living room. The sun was down and my room was dark. Before I clicked on my light, I looked over to where Evan had been watching me. The light was on. "Here are some towels for you, Evan." It was the voice of Mr. Roberts that I could hear across the distance between the houses. As I watched, I saw Mr. Roberts moving inside what I thought of as Dave's room. Mr. Roberts appeared to be naked! He was a man in his mid-50s. His body was very lean and wirey. He passed through the middle of the room again and I could see his bush of dark blond hair above his cock. He was laying towels on a bed that was outside my view of the room. Then Evan came and stood in the middle of the room. He, too, was naked and I could finally see what was only outlined by Evan's shorts. Mr. Roberts moved around with linens and towels, while Evan stood and watched his father. Evan was much larger than the older man. When Mr. Roberts had finished, he turned and hugged Evan. I had never seen two naked men embrace. I moved closed to my window and I could barely hear him say, "Good to have you home, son." Then, Mr. Roberts did something that I hadn't expected. He put his hand on Evan's cock and squeezed it before he left the room. My 15-year-old brain was exploding. Did I just see what I thought I saw? My cock was now fully hard and oozing pre-cum like crazy. I involuntarily began to stroke it and work the pre-cum up and down the shaft of my dick. Evan turned in my direction and I could see his stiffening cock. He stood in the middle of the room where I had so often seen Dave stand and began fondling his cock and balls. They was nestled in the thickest blond fur that extended down his thighs. So many thoughts and questions were ricocheting through my head. Had I heard Evan jerking off before? Maybe he hadn't been alone? Evan didn't stay in the room long. He pulled on a pair of white briefs and clicked off the light. I looked at the clock next to my bed. It was almost 9:20PM. Dave would be home in about 3 hours...