The New Neighbor
“Hey, neighbor,” a man’s voice called out after I got out of my truck. I took a few steps and looked up to see a man who was probably in his thirties waving shirtless from the driveway next door. I knew the house had sold but had not really **** much attention beyond that.
“Hi,” I said waving with my free hand while my other hand was holding my computer bag on my shoulder. “You just move in?” The man walked toward me with a smile and eventually shook my hand while we locked eyes.
“I’m Mitch,” he said still smiling. “I moved in today.”
I gave his bare chest a quick scan before looking next door at his open garage filled with his stuff. I realized I was still shaking his hand and let go.
“I’m Allen,” I said returning the smile. “Thank God it’s not another divorced woman and her kids moving on this block.”
Mitch shot me a surprised look before a grin grew across his lips. “Too much estrogen around here?” He asked turning his head quickly looking at my house as I could see his mind trying to figure out if I was single or married *********.
“Married with a daughter,” I said laughing.
Mitch laughed too and gave my chest a mix of a light push and a pat. “You read my mind,” he said. “I’m single over here,” he said gesturing toward his new house.
“You’re one lucky guy,” I said smiling before giving his body a look from head to toe.
I eventually looked up to lock eyes with Mitch again. He broke eye contact with me and openly looked me up and down. “You lift weights?” He asked.
“I do,” I smiled. “Right here in my garage,” I nodded toward the closed double garage door.
“I can tell,” Mitch said holding eye contact again. “Good, I’ll have someone to get sweaty with.”
I could feel my face flush and turn red as I thought about his words.
“Listen, why don’t you come over for a drink after dinner?” Mitch asked as he ran his right hand over his bare pecs. “I collect bourbon, and it would be nice to toast the house my first night in it. Can you get away for an hour or two?”
I quickly tried to think of an excuse knowing my wife wouldn’t care, but I was still trying to figure Mitch out — and why I felt a weird magnetic attraction to him that gave me that butterfly feeling.
“Sure, what can I bring?” I asked when I realized I was taking too long.
“Just yourself,” Mitch said. “Nothing formal … you can come over in whatever.”
The comment struck me as odd but also exciting as my mind started getting sexual as I again looked at his bare chest.
“Cool, man,” I replied. “See you around 8?”
“Later, Allen,” Mitch said as I watched him walk back to his house and admired his nice butt.
I walked inside and realized my wife and daughter weren’t home yet as I put my computer bag down. My mind started frantically thinking of the things I needed to do before going to Mitch’s later.
“Shower, pick out some underwear and shorts, brush my teeth …” I thought to myself before wondering why I was worried about my underwear. Then it hit me — I have a schoolgirl crush on Mitch.
I’d fucked a lot with guys in the past, though none of that was public knowledge. Even my wife didn’t know that I used to suck cock and fuck my fraternity brothers in college. I gave that all up when I met my wife and quickly found out a month into our dating that she was pregnant.
I heard the garage door open and quickly pulled myself together before my wife and daughter came in. “Hey, honey,” my wife said walking into the kitchen and seeing me. “Did you see we have a new neighbor?
Hey, baby,” I responded before giving her a kiss. “Yeah, I met him when I got home. His name is Mitch and he invited me over for a drink after dinner. Guess he wants to have a toast to his new house and neighbors.”
“That’s nice, honey,” she said before immediately pulling things out of the refrigerator for dinner. “You need a friend in the neighborhood, so go and make him feel welcomed.”
“Yeah, I do,” I said. “I’m going to go shower.”
“OK, dinner will be ready in 20,” she said.
We ate dinner and I made myself a drink before I was going to head next door. “Is that what you’re going to wear?” My wife asked as she wiped down the counters.
“Yeah, why?” I asked looking down at my athletic shorts and t-shirt.
“Guys are so funny,” she laughed. “I’m going to get in bed and watch the housewives. Don’t wake me up when you come to bed.”
“I won’t,” I said giving her a kiss. “Talk to you in the morning.”
I knocked on Mitch’s door and could see him moving toward me in the frosted glass sections of his door. He opened it with a big smile and still wearing what he had on before — just a pair of athletic shorts.
“Hey, man, come on in,” Mitch smiled and held out his arm to show me the way. “I see you got the memo,” he said looking down at my athletic shorts.
I realized I was wearing the same pair of shorts he was and laughed.
.
I followed my new friend through the front of the house to the kitchen and living room area in the back. I couldn’t believe how great his house looked already. It appeared as if he’d lived there for months.
“You move quickly,” I said looking around.
“Yeah, I can’t stand boxes and all of that,” Mitch said. “Even got my bedroom all set up.”
“That’s awesome,” I smiled as we locked eyes again. “You’ll have to give me a tour.”
“Right after you down that drink you brought with you and I will pour you a bourbon,” he said. It was a fresh drink, but for some reason I did as Mitch said and downed it. The warmth from the booze warmed my chest as I felt happy to have Mitch living next door.
“Good man,” Mitch said handing me a bourbon.
“To new friends,” Mitch said offering a toast.
“To new friends,” I repeated before we both took a sip.
“Ahhh,” Mitch said with a smile before suggesting we do the tour. His stuff was nice but obviously bought at a furniture store in a set for each room. Hell, I’d do the same thing, but my wife is into decorating and spending money.
“And finally, this is where all the magic … will happen,” Mitch said laughing as we walked into his bedroom.
It was a huge room with a little sitting area. Even though it was late, the room was bright with the summer light that comes in just before the sun sets. The place felt comfortable and inviting — a lot like my new friend.
“That’s a lot of … underwear,” I said looking at two open drawers in his long dresser by the door to the bathroom. “Yeah, it’s kind of my thing,” Mitch said as he walked to the drawers. “There are more pairs in these,” he said opening two more drawers.
“Damn, are you in the underwear business?” I asked half joking as I looked over the variety of briefs, boxers, boxer briefs and other types that I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen in real life.
“Nope, but I guess you could say I keep the underwear companies in business,” he said with a cute laugh. “It’s just kind of my … my … kink, I guess you could say.”
Mitch held up a tiny piece of material that I quickly realized was a thong. “I like the way each pair makes me look and feel,” Mitch said. “I guess it’s really kind of a sexual thing,” he said locking eyes as he waited for a reaction.
I kept our eye contact as I again found myself looking for something to say.
“So, um, you just pick out a pair that suits you for how you feel then when you’re getting dressed?” I asked.
Mitch’s face looked relieved as he realized I wasn’t judging him. “Yeah, mostly,” he said. “Sometimes I just put on a different pair to lounge around the house or go to the gym. It’s fun to change it up.”
“I see,” I said looking down at his athletic shorts. “And what were you feeling today?” I asked before thinking. Mitch’s smile got big as he walked to his bathroom and came back with a pair of boxers and held them up.
“Earlier while I was moving, I wore these,” he said handing the boxers to me.
I mimicked what he’d just done and held them up. “Why are these for moving?” I asked as I alternated between his eyes and the boxers. “Aren’t they hot?”
“Yeah, but it’s more material to catch my sweat,” Mitch said. “I had sweaty balls and a sweaty ass earlier.”
I immediately wanted to smell his boxers in my hand with that news.
As if he was trying to read my mind, Mitch said, “give them a good whiff, I know you want to,” before giving me a wink and laughing.
I laughed to play it off, but I did want to put them to my nose and inhale this man’s ball sweat.
“So, what are you wearing now?” I asked surprising myself.
“I was wondering if you were going to ask,” Mitch said looking at me again before pulling down his shorts.
I stared at his almost nude body before looking at the large bulge in his tiny thong pouch. He looked so sexy standing there uninhibited in front of me.
“I got this thong in San Francisco during Folsom,” Mitch said looking down at them.
“Nice,” I quickly answered.
“You know what that is?” Mitch asked as he searched my face for a reaction.
“Oh, um, yeah,” I replied.
“Ever been?” He asked.
“No,” I said. “I mean yes, but not to …” I stammered before Mitch interrupted.
“I know what you mean,” he smirked. “How do they look from the back?” He asked standing with his back to me and looking at me over his shoulder. “Allen,” he said getting my attention as I seemed to have zoned out looking at his nice ass, “how do they look?”
“Really good,” I said a little too quickly.
“Good,” Mitch said before walking to the sofa in his sitting area.
Mitch lifted his right leg on top of the sofa cushion with his left knee on the ground. He looked at me with a smile before touching his right butt cheek with his right hand.
“How does it look over my hole?” He asked looking back at me. “Come closer.”
I walked toward Mitch still holding his boxers as I looked at the tiny piece of fabric covering his butt crack. I continued to stare without knowing what to say.
“I haven’t even showered,” Mitch said seductively, “so I’m sorry if I’m ripe.”
I held his boxers to my nose without thinking as if to see if he smelled.
“Smells good,” I said looking down at him before taking a longer whiff.
“Why don’t you smell the thong,” he said as he pulled his right butt cheek open with his right hand.
Mesmerized and almost catatonic, I knelt behind my new neighbor still holding his used boxers and leaned forward and smelled his hole. Not something I’ve ever been into (even when I was fucking guys), I was immediately hard and needed to have my mouth on his hole.
As if in slow motion, I watched my own hands pull the thong material to the side to expose Mitch’s tight pink hole. My face instinctively moved forward, and my tongue was soon licking around and plunging inside his warm crevice.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Mitch moaned loudly. “Your mouth feels so fucking good on my hungry hole, stud.”
I was a man possessed as I munched and licked and slobbered on this man’s hole and taint. He pulled my head against his ass and begged for more. Eventually he wanted my hard, leaking cock.
“Fuck me, stud,” he barked at me. “Get that married dad cock deep in my hole, man. Fuck me!” Mitch was crying out in need.
I don’t know how many seconds it was, but Mitch was immediately moaning as my 8 inches slid easily into him. His tight hole seemed to welcome my leaking rod excitedly as I was quickly all the way in. He felt so good on my cock. I held his waist with the waistband of his thong while I pounded him tirelessly on his sofa.
“Fuck, your cock is amazing, baby,” Mitch moaned as he dropped his head against the top of the sofa cushion. “I want this cock in me all the time.”
Sweat dripped down my abs and fell into the abyss of sex below. I was so turned on and felt completely natural with my dick inside a man again. The flood gates were now open, and all I wanted to do was be inside him forever.
“Take my cock, babe,” I moaned.
“Your cock is all mine, babe,” Mitch said softly back. “You’re all mine now.”
I unloaded a crazy amount of my warm jizz into his already-warm cunt as I let out a guttural moan. I could feel his sphincter hold my cock tight as he also shot his cum all over the sofa below. I was still slowly fucking him when the doorbell rang.
I quickly and urgently pulled my cock from his ass and looked around for my boxer briefs. Mitch must’ve noticed my worry and called out to me.
“Babe, it’s OK,” Mitch said still on the sofa. “I just ordered a pizza in case we were hungry after fucking.”
A smile spread across my face as I realized how confident Mitch was that he’d get me to fuck him. It was sexy how in control he was, but it was also sweet how thoughtful he was.
“You should answer the door in your thong,” I winked. “If it’s the college kid who normally delivers, he’s hot as fuck.”
“Maybe next time, babe,” he smiled as he got up. “We’re not bringing any other guys into this until you and I have fucked in every room in every pair of that underwear.”
“Fair enough,” I said pulling him in for our first kiss.”
“Hi,” I said waving with my free hand while my other hand was holding my computer bag on my shoulder. “You just move in?” The man walked toward me with a smile and eventually shook my hand while we locked eyes.
“I’m Mitch,” he said still smiling. “I moved in today.”
I gave his bare chest a quick scan before looking next door at his open garage filled with his stuff. I realized I was still shaking his hand and let go.
“I’m Allen,” I said returning the smile. “Thank God it’s not another divorced woman and her kids moving on this block.”
Mitch shot me a surprised look before a grin grew across his lips. “Too much estrogen around here?” He asked turning his head quickly looking at my house as I could see his mind trying to figure out if I was single or married *********.
“Married with a daughter,” I said laughing.
Mitch laughed too and gave my chest a mix of a light push and a pat. “You read my mind,” he said. “I’m single over here,” he said gesturing toward his new house.
“You’re one lucky guy,” I said smiling before giving his body a look from head to toe.
I eventually looked up to lock eyes with Mitch again. He broke eye contact with me and openly looked me up and down. “You lift weights?” He asked.
“I do,” I smiled. “Right here in my garage,” I nodded toward the closed double garage door.
“I can tell,” Mitch said holding eye contact again. “Good, I’ll have someone to get sweaty with.”
I could feel my face flush and turn red as I thought about his words.
“Listen, why don’t you come over for a drink after dinner?” Mitch asked as he ran his right hand over his bare pecs. “I collect bourbon, and it would be nice to toast the house my first night in it. Can you get away for an hour or two?”
I quickly tried to think of an excuse knowing my wife wouldn’t care, but I was still trying to figure Mitch out — and why I felt a weird magnetic attraction to him that gave me that butterfly feeling.
“Sure, what can I bring?” I asked when I realized I was taking too long.
“Just yourself,” Mitch said. “Nothing formal … you can come over in whatever.”
The comment struck me as odd but also exciting as my mind started getting sexual as I again looked at his bare chest.
“Cool, man,” I replied. “See you around 8?”
“Later, Allen,” Mitch said as I watched him walk back to his house and admired his nice butt.
I walked inside and realized my wife and daughter weren’t home yet as I put my computer bag down. My mind started frantically thinking of the things I needed to do before going to Mitch’s later.
“Shower, pick out some underwear and shorts, brush my teeth …” I thought to myself before wondering why I was worried about my underwear. Then it hit me — I have a schoolgirl crush on Mitch.
I’d fucked a lot with guys in the past, though none of that was public knowledge. Even my wife didn’t know that I used to suck cock and fuck my fraternity brothers in college. I gave that all up when I met my wife and quickly found out a month into our dating that she was pregnant.
I heard the garage door open and quickly pulled myself together before my wife and daughter came in. “Hey, honey,” my wife said walking into the kitchen and seeing me. “Did you see we have a new neighbor?
Hey, baby,” I responded before giving her a kiss. “Yeah, I met him when I got home. His name is Mitch and he invited me over for a drink after dinner. Guess he wants to have a toast to his new house and neighbors.”
“That’s nice, honey,” she said before immediately pulling things out of the refrigerator for dinner. “You need a friend in the neighborhood, so go and make him feel welcomed.”
“Yeah, I do,” I said. “I’m going to go shower.”
“OK, dinner will be ready in 20,” she said.
We ate dinner and I made myself a drink before I was going to head next door. “Is that what you’re going to wear?” My wife asked as she wiped down the counters.
“Yeah, why?” I asked looking down at my athletic shorts and t-shirt.
“Guys are so funny,” she laughed. “I’m going to get in bed and watch the housewives. Don’t wake me up when you come to bed.”
“I won’t,” I said giving her a kiss. “Talk to you in the morning.”
I knocked on Mitch’s door and could see him moving toward me in the frosted glass sections of his door. He opened it with a big smile and still wearing what he had on before — just a pair of athletic shorts.
“Hey, man, come on in,” Mitch smiled and held out his arm to show me the way. “I see you got the memo,” he said looking down at my athletic shorts.
I realized I was wearing the same pair of shorts he was and laughed.
.
I followed my new friend through the front of the house to the kitchen and living room area in the back. I couldn’t believe how great his house looked already. It appeared as if he’d lived there for months.
“You move quickly,” I said looking around.
“Yeah, I can’t stand boxes and all of that,” Mitch said. “Even got my bedroom all set up.”
“That’s awesome,” I smiled as we locked eyes again. “You’ll have to give me a tour.”
“Right after you down that drink you brought with you and I will pour you a bourbon,” he said. It was a fresh drink, but for some reason I did as Mitch said and downed it. The warmth from the booze warmed my chest as I felt happy to have Mitch living next door.
“Good man,” Mitch said handing me a bourbon.
“To new friends,” Mitch said offering a toast.
“To new friends,” I repeated before we both took a sip.
“Ahhh,” Mitch said with a smile before suggesting we do the tour. His stuff was nice but obviously bought at a furniture store in a set for each room. Hell, I’d do the same thing, but my wife is into decorating and spending money.
“And finally, this is where all the magic … will happen,” Mitch said laughing as we walked into his bedroom.
It was a huge room with a little sitting area. Even though it was late, the room was bright with the summer light that comes in just before the sun sets. The place felt comfortable and inviting — a lot like my new friend.
“That’s a lot of … underwear,” I said looking at two open drawers in his long dresser by the door to the bathroom. “Yeah, it’s kind of my thing,” Mitch said as he walked to the drawers. “There are more pairs in these,” he said opening two more drawers.
“Damn, are you in the underwear business?” I asked half joking as I looked over the variety of briefs, boxers, boxer briefs and other types that I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen in real life.
“Nope, but I guess you could say I keep the underwear companies in business,” he said with a cute laugh. “It’s just kind of my … my … kink, I guess you could say.”
Mitch held up a tiny piece of material that I quickly realized was a thong. “I like the way each pair makes me look and feel,” Mitch said. “I guess it’s really kind of a sexual thing,” he said locking eyes as he waited for a reaction.
I kept our eye contact as I again found myself looking for something to say.
“So, um, you just pick out a pair that suits you for how you feel then when you’re getting dressed?” I asked.
Mitch’s face looked relieved as he realized I wasn’t judging him. “Yeah, mostly,” he said. “Sometimes I just put on a different pair to lounge around the house or go to the gym. It’s fun to change it up.”
“I see,” I said looking down at his athletic shorts. “And what were you feeling today?” I asked before thinking. Mitch’s smile got big as he walked to his bathroom and came back with a pair of boxers and held them up.
“Earlier while I was moving, I wore these,” he said handing the boxers to me.
I mimicked what he’d just done and held them up. “Why are these for moving?” I asked as I alternated between his eyes and the boxers. “Aren’t they hot?”
“Yeah, but it’s more material to catch my sweat,” Mitch said. “I had sweaty balls and a sweaty ass earlier.”
I immediately wanted to smell his boxers in my hand with that news.
As if he was trying to read my mind, Mitch said, “give them a good whiff, I know you want to,” before giving me a wink and laughing.
I laughed to play it off, but I did want to put them to my nose and inhale this man’s ball sweat.
“So, what are you wearing now?” I asked surprising myself.
“I was wondering if you were going to ask,” Mitch said looking at me again before pulling down his shorts.
I stared at his almost nude body before looking at the large bulge in his tiny thong pouch. He looked so sexy standing there uninhibited in front of me.
“I got this thong in San Francisco during Folsom,” Mitch said looking down at them.
“Nice,” I quickly answered.
“You know what that is?” Mitch asked as he searched my face for a reaction.
“Oh, um, yeah,” I replied.
“Ever been?” He asked.
“No,” I said. “I mean yes, but not to …” I stammered before Mitch interrupted.
“I know what you mean,” he smirked. “How do they look from the back?” He asked standing with his back to me and looking at me over his shoulder. “Allen,” he said getting my attention as I seemed to have zoned out looking at his nice ass, “how do they look?”
“Really good,” I said a little too quickly.
“Good,” Mitch said before walking to the sofa in his sitting area.
Mitch lifted his right leg on top of the sofa cushion with his left knee on the ground. He looked at me with a smile before touching his right butt cheek with his right hand.
“How does it look over my hole?” He asked looking back at me. “Come closer.”
I walked toward Mitch still holding his boxers as I looked at the tiny piece of fabric covering his butt crack. I continued to stare without knowing what to say.
“I haven’t even showered,” Mitch said seductively, “so I’m sorry if I’m ripe.”
I held his boxers to my nose without thinking as if to see if he smelled.
“Smells good,” I said looking down at him before taking a longer whiff.
“Why don’t you smell the thong,” he said as he pulled his right butt cheek open with his right hand.
Mesmerized and almost catatonic, I knelt behind my new neighbor still holding his used boxers and leaned forward and smelled his hole. Not something I’ve ever been into (even when I was fucking guys), I was immediately hard and needed to have my mouth on his hole.
As if in slow motion, I watched my own hands pull the thong material to the side to expose Mitch’s tight pink hole. My face instinctively moved forward, and my tongue was soon licking around and plunging inside his warm crevice.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Mitch moaned loudly. “Your mouth feels so fucking good on my hungry hole, stud.”
I was a man possessed as I munched and licked and slobbered on this man’s hole and taint. He pulled my head against his ass and begged for more. Eventually he wanted my hard, leaking cock.
“Fuck me, stud,” he barked at me. “Get that married dad cock deep in my hole, man. Fuck me!” Mitch was crying out in need.
I don’t know how many seconds it was, but Mitch was immediately moaning as my 8 inches slid easily into him. His tight hole seemed to welcome my leaking rod excitedly as I was quickly all the way in. He felt so good on my cock. I held his waist with the waistband of his thong while I pounded him tirelessly on his sofa.
“Fuck, your cock is amazing, baby,” Mitch moaned as he dropped his head against the top of the sofa cushion. “I want this cock in me all the time.”
Sweat dripped down my abs and fell into the abyss of sex below. I was so turned on and felt completely natural with my dick inside a man again. The flood gates were now open, and all I wanted to do was be inside him forever.
“Take my cock, babe,” I moaned.
“Your cock is all mine, babe,” Mitch said softly back. “You’re all mine now.”
I unloaded a crazy amount of my warm jizz into his already-warm cunt as I let out a guttural moan. I could feel his sphincter hold my cock tight as he also shot his cum all over the sofa below. I was still slowly fucking him when the doorbell rang.
I quickly and urgently pulled my cock from his ass and looked around for my boxer briefs. Mitch must’ve noticed my worry and called out to me.
“Babe, it’s OK,” Mitch said still on the sofa. “I just ordered a pizza in case we were hungry after fucking.”
A smile spread across my face as I realized how confident Mitch was that he’d get me to fuck him. It was sexy how in control he was, but it was also sweet how thoughtful he was.
“You should answer the door in your thong,” I winked. “If it’s the college kid who normally delivers, he’s hot as fuck.”
“Maybe next time, babe,” he smiled as he got up. “We’re not bringing any other guys into this until you and I have fucked in every room in every pair of that underwear.”
“Fair enough,” I said pulling him in for our first kiss.”
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