Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2019 15:36:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Michael Mcclelland Subject: The Neighbor part 6 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 6 When I opened my eyes that Monday morning, it was already past 10:00AM. I sat up quickly and looked out my window. The curtains next door were pulled shut, but the window was still open and I watched as the breeze made tiny movements in the fabric of the drapes. My parents were both gone for the day at their jobs. Who knows what my sister was doing. I didn't even know if she was still in the house. I had to pee really badly, so I pulled on the pair of cut-off jeans that were drying on the back of my desk chair. Yesterday evening, I had worn those shorts to wash our family's two cars and I had gotten pretty wet. I replayed the events of the car washing in my mind... my cut-off jeans... feeling so horny as I got wet... the neighbor's son, Evan, asking me to wash his car, too... staring at the outline of his cock in his wet shorts... I shook my head and returned to the present, and I pulled on the cut-offs so that I could pass through the upstairs hallway to the bathroom that I shared with my sister. As I opened my door, I could hear the shower running. Fuck! I really had to pee. My parents bedroom door was open and the room looked like my mother had already had an OCD tidy-attack before she left for work. Their bed was perfectly made and everything was in its place. I went through their room and used their bathroom to piss. The water of my sister's shower stopped as I was heading back to my room. "Hey, are you going to be in there long?," I asked through the bathroom door. "Maybe," she answered. My sister and I had agreed to a form of separate and peaceful co-existence. Although we were close in age, we tried to have as little to do with each other as possible. I heard the bathroom door open, and then the sound of her bedroom door **** shut. I guess my question irritated her. Were all teenaged girls so irritable? I was back in my room, but insatiably curious about the neighbor guys. Were they up yet? Were they still having sex? I knelt on my bed and leaned toward the window. They were in their backyard! I could hear them talking and laughing. Dave was facing in the direction of our house and Evan had his back to me. They were sitting at a picnic table not far from their own back door having what looked like cereal in large white and blue bowls. Dave was only wearing a pair of light colored shorts; his legs were parted and I could make out the shape of his cock nestled in his dark blond pubic hair. Evan was only wearing a pair of white jockey briefs and I could see two dimples in his lower back just above the waistband. As I watched them talking softly, they looked like the best of friends. It made me wish I had a younger brother like that, rather than a surly younger sister. As they ate their breakfast, Evan was constantly adjusting his cock and balls in his underwear with his left hand while holding a tablespoon in the right, scooping up the cereal from the bowl. Dave had brought his cereal bowl to his mouth and started to drink the remaining milk. The backdoor of the neighbor's house opened and Mrs. Roberts came out chattering in mid-sentence. She was carrying two large white cups and was heading for the men sitting at the picnic table. "... it's just a matter of time, Eddy. You have to be patient!" Mrs. Roberts was shaking her head as she put down the cups. She didn't even seem to notice her shirtless and barely clothed sons. The two men drank their coffee. From time to time, one would laugh. I could hear a sprinkling of swear words in the conversation, but I couldn't discern the topic. Having watched them the previous night, I was struck by how unphased they seemed. Had they had that kind of sexual interaction for years? My sister's bedroom door slammed again. She always claimed it was because we were suffering in the heat without central air conditioning and the wind caught her door and slammed it. It wouldn't happen if we were like all her friends who had central air conditioning. "Tell Mom I'm at Carol's!," she shouted as she passed my bedroom door. I didn't even answer. My sister left our house by the front door, so she must have either gotten picked up in front of our house by her friend Carol and Carol's mother, or she was on foot walking to Carol's. I didn't really care either way. It just meant that I was now alone in our house. I dropped my cut-offs on the floor. I was a 15-year-old boy, at home alone during a summer Monday. My cock was already dripping pre-cum. I leaned against the wall near the foot of my bed and began to stroke my cock slowly. My eyes were fixed on the brothers. I wanted to see them do it again. I wanted to see Evan's face buried in Dave's ass. On the one hand, it seemed really wrong, but on the other... incredibly wonderful. The only sexual thing that had ever happened to me was the time Billy Frazier and I showed each other our penises. And, they weren't even hard! As I started to get lost in my own pleasure, the two brothers stood up from the picnic table. Dave headed for the back door first, but Evan seemed to be taking his time. Dave was already inside when Evan looked right up at my window. He reached his hand inside his underwear and I could see his blond hairs curling out and around his hand. He looked directly at me and smiled that mischevious smirk that I had seen yesterday. It was precisely at that moment that I knew. The thought had crossed my mind over the past year or so as I started to gain an understanding about sexuality. But now, I felt like I knew for sure. I liked men. I wanted men. I wanted Evan to do to me what I saw him do to his brother. And, I wanted to kiss Dave the way I saw him kiss Evan. Once Evan was inside the house, there was nothing more to see. It was as if the entire world had fallen silent. I was left standing naked in my room, slowly stroking my cock, alone in the world. I lay down on the bed and slid my legs under the top sheet. As I stroked my teenaged cock, I wet my fingers and played with my ass, too. Was I going to end up gay, or was this just a thing? My penis felt so good; I couldn't get enough. During that afternoon, I came twice. I fell asleep again around 2:00PM with my cum-covered limp cock in my hand. It was the sound of my mother's car door that wakened me. Was it already 4:30? I had done nothing all day but jerk off and sleep! I jumped up to pull on some clothes and ran downstairs before she came through our back door. "Oh good! You're here! Help me bring these groceries into the house. You wouldn't have believed the supermarket!" My mother rattled on to no one in particular about the people at Kroger's, about Cindy at her job, about the traffic coming home. I listened absent-mindedly and offered an occasional "uh huh" to make it sound like I was paying attention. I wasn't. I was thinking about how long it would be until it got dark and the light next door would click on. But, that night, it didn't. The neighbors didn't seem to be home at all. Their house was dark the entire night. I tried to stay awake as long as possible, but must have drifted into sleep around 1:00AM. No one ever came home. At some point, didn't I remember hearing Mr. Roberts say something about going somewhere at 4:00? Evan's car was gone and so was their old Mercury. Maybe they had to travel to see the grandmother and celebrate her birthday? As sleep arrived, I felt completely disappointed. In the morning, the Roberts house remained a tomb. It looked sealed up without any life inside at all. All of the windows were closed, even the bedroom windows on the second floor. For me, as a teenager, this seemed to be a devasting turn of events. Someone had extinguished the only thing that mattered to me... at lease at that particular moment. I spent most of Tuesday at the local swimming pool with my friends. I desparately wanted to tell someone about what I had seen on Sunday night, but that might reveal my own recently discovered nature. It started to seem so confusing, yet thrilling at the same time. It felt like I had witnessed what life as an adult was going to be like and I couldn't wait until I could participate. Tuesday passed, and so did Wednesday and Thursday. I began to think that the Roberts had moved away in the middle of the night and didn't even wave goodbye. My life went back to the way it was. The good news was that I won the remaining six ping-pong chips from my Dad. We had played ping-pong every night this week and I won every time. "Okay, buddy. I give up. You win. What's your favor?" "I want you and me to go and see that new movie that everyone at the pool is talking about. My friend Leon saw it on Sunday and he won't shut up about it." "What movie is that?" "Star Wars!!! Can we go tonight? It's starts at the Penn Theater at 6:30! I checked." "Well, I feel like I have to do the honorable thing and live up to our agreement. You won.. so, yes. We can go." Of course, my mother and sister had zero interest in going with us. My sister even made a face like she was going to vomit when I even suggested it to her. This was fine with me. I loved spending one-on-one time with my Dad. During the past week, I had even thought how cool it would be if my Dad were like Mr. Roberts; walking around naked, not caring if I was naked. The movie was incredible. I had never seen anything like it. The Death Star, Darth Vader, Luke (I think I had a secret crush on him with that little dimple in his chin), Hans Solo (oh my god!), and Yoda. It was the coolest movie ever and I couldn't wait to go to the pool the next day to talk about it with my friends. We got back around 9:00. As my Dad and I came out of the garage heading toward the house, I almost gasp out loud. They were back! The Roberts family was back and the lights were on upstairs. My initial plan when we got home was to call my friend Leon to tell him that I had seen Star Wars with my Dad. But, I was kind of relieved to find my sister was already on the phone. She must have been talking to Carol... she was always talking to Carol. I raced up the stairs to my room to see if anything was happening next door. I put on the brakes when I went into my room and turned on the light. If they saw me, I wanted to look perfectly natural, as if I didn't know anything about what went on next door. I clicked on the light next to my bed, then turned to quietly close, and lock, my bedroom door. Then I turned back toward the window and looked. At first, I didn't see anyone in Dave's room. The light was on, but there didn't seem to be anyone there. I pulled off my tennis shoes and my jeans, and I leaned against my desk in just a t-shirt and my underwear. The light in my room was on. Dave came into their room first. He had a white towel draped over his shoulder and his hair was wet. He must have come from the shower. He was naked and his skin still looked moist. He took the end on the towel and ruffled his hair to dry it. Evan came into view shortly after Dave. He was also naked and was carrying a white towel. He held the towel by both of its ends and used it to lasso Dave, drawing their two naked bodies together. The brothers kissed each other. At first it was tentative. But then Dave went for it, holding on to Evan's back and ass, pulling the taller brother into him. I could feel their heat and my heart was pounding. They seemed like they couldn't get enough; like each was starving for the other. When their kiss broke, I could see Evan make a small nod to Dave in my direction. He had seen me standing in my room watching. Dave looked at me, too, and smiled. Then they went back to kissing each other. I didn't care anymore. So what if they could see me? I could see what they were doing, too. Which was more shocking, a teenaged boy masturbating, or two grown brothers making out? I wanted them to see me just as much as they wanted me to watch. I pushed the waistband of my underwear down and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I leaned against my desk naked and fully hard, stroking as I watched the brothers. Evan spun Dave around and knelt down behind him. The front of his face disappeared into Dave's beefy ass and Dave arched his neck as his brother's wet mouth found his hole. Dave's cock stood straight out in front of him and he stroked it from its base to the tip as Evan worked his tongue against Dave's hole. Dave's head swivelled from side to side in the ecstasy that Evan was producing. And as his head swung toward me, Dave opened his eyes and smiled. He could see my rapid strokes. Evan was taking long deep licks, almost from Dave's balls to the top of his ass crack. Then, Evan stood up behind his little brother and I could hear Dave make a high pitched gasp as Evan worked his cock inside of his brother's ass. Evan held Dave's hips, as if to keep him from getting away. Then, he pulled Dave toward him and the space between their bodies disappeared. They moved back and forth. Each time their bodies came together, Dave seemed to lean back deeper into his brother's chest. They found a rhythm and their fucking was becoming primal. Evan's mouth was on Dave's neck and Dave was slamming back into Evan's cock. I had to stop stroking at one point, or I was going to cum long before they did. I didn't want it to end. I kept approaching my orgasm, then backed away from it. I squeezed my cock hard to keep from cumming. Then, I would start to stroke slowly again until I felt myself getting close. Another squeeze and I backed off of my orgasm. It felt so incredible to ride along the edge of cumming as I watched the amazing scene of the two brothers. Their bodies separated and Evan led his brother to the bed where Dave got on all fours. Evan knelt down again and spread Dave's ass cheeks. He took more long tongue swipes of Dave's ass before he stood up and inserted his cock again into Dave's ass. The mounds of Evan's ass clenched and relaxed as he thrust into Dave. I could see how Evan's balls slapped against the space between Dave's hole and his balls. And, I could see Dave jerking his own cock under his body as his brother started pounding against him. It was too much. I had to cum. I had never imagined this. Every picture of sex I had ever seen had been benign in comparison. It had always been women, too. I had never seen men hard like this, and I certainly had never seen them fuck like this. I wanted to run across the driveways and up into that room so that they could do that to me. I wanted to get fucked like Dave was getting fucked. I worked my fingers into my own ass as I tried to feel what Dave and Evan were feeling. I wanted cock and cum all over my body; to taste it in my mouth and feel it in my ass. And then I came. As I did, I let out a deep and low moan as the cum shot from my cock into my room. It didn't seem to stop as the waves kept washing over me, each time making me groan again. The brothers must have heard me. How could they not? Evan tilted his head in my direction and let out a primal moan of his own, arching his back as he emptied his seed into his brother's ass. He was holding on to Dave's shoulder as he came. Dave's arching back and bucking hips preceded his own orgasm and the two brother's writhed in a flood of cum and moans. My cock dripped with cum as the sexual energy between the two houses began to wane. Evan pulled his still erect cock from Dave's ass, and Dave surprisingly turned around and put it right into his mouth, sucking out the last of that precious juice. My head fell back as I tried to catch my breath; I was panting through my nose. And as Dave gave a final pull with his mouth on his brother's cock, he held up a thumb in my direction.