I noticed him quite by accident … the first time. Now, I feel like some kind of creeper. Peering through the blinds in my bathroom whenever I heard the lawnmower fire up next door.
He was pure sex.
Something I suspect he was well aware of, despite his youth, given his shirtless, confident stride as he mowed a perfect pattern in his parents' lawn.
We'd been in our new house for nearly three weeks, and my son, home from college, had yet to wander over there and introduce himself to our hot young neighbor.
I was desperate for Jeremy to make friends with the guy so I could see him up close. Hear his voice. Look into his eyes. Maybe catch his scent. All the things I shouldn't be thinking about.
"Dad," Jeremy called as he knocked on the bathroom door. "Did you die in there?"
"Just finishing up." I flushed the toilet and turned on the tap to simulate using the bathroom for its intended purpose. I'd only come in there to watch through the blinds.
A full-on Peeping Tom.
I flung open the door. "Sorry. Constipated. Ultimately unsuccessful."
"Gawd, Dad. Way too much information." Then he disappeared into the bathroom. It was the only bathroom in the house with a shower. And it was soon running.
Nearly half an hour later, Jeremy emerged wearing his board shorts for the pool.
"You going in the pool?" I asked.
"Yup."
"Why didn't you shower after you were in the pool? To wash off the chlorine?"
"I can shower again."
I rolled my eyes. Kids were useless when it came to saving money on hot water. It seemed that even at the age of twenty-three, Jeremy hadn't received the budgeting memo.
I worked two jobs to make ends meet and pay Jeremy's college fees. His mom, my wife, died six years ago. Taken out by breast cancer. I became a single dad that day.
Dating was non-existent. I spent too much time working. I didn't feel like I could offer a woman the attention she deserved. Maybe once Jeremy finished college and moved out.
"Why don't you ask the guy next door to join you in the pool? Might be a nice gesture."
There, I'd straight up asked for what I wanted. I just needed Jeremy to follow through and bring him into our yard, where I could enjoy him up close.
"I talked to him yesterday. He's only eighteen. Just graduated from high school." Jeremy shrugged. "Not sure I want to hang out with him. We'd have nothing in common."
Eighteen.
Jeezus.
He didn't look like he was eighteen. He was lean but muscular, like he worked out. Messy, dark blond hair that hung in his eyes. He would toss his head often to see as he mowed.
"You can't know that without talking to him more."
Jeremy sighed. "All right. I'll ask Brandon to come over."
Brandon.
It gave me a thrill knowing his name. My anticipation grew exponentially. Not sure what to do with all that pent-up attraction. I'd never reacted to a guy this way before.
Jeremy turned on his heel and headed for the front door. Five minutes later, he had Brandon with him. Brandon was wearing snug-fitting, red rugby shorts and carrying a towel.
"Brandon, this is my dad."
I froze in place. Up close, he was even more beautiful.
Brandon smiled at me. "Do I call you Dad?"
"No, sorry." I extended my hand. "You can call me Michael." He gripped my hand and gave it a firm shake. One that was confident. He lingered with my hand longer than expected.
"It's very nice to meet you," he said, then turned to Jeremy. "Lead the way."
Within minutes, they were having a blast in the pool. Chucking a ball around and ducking one another under the water. They interacted like they'd known each other for years.
Lunch rolled around, and the two of them jogged into the kitchen, dripping water from their hair onto my clean floor. Jeremy got busy in the kitchen making those sandwiches.
I leaned against the kitchen counter and watched them with one another. Brandon kept giving Jeremy furtive glances. You could see the attraction building there.
Seemed my sultry guy next door might be gay.
I busied myself cleaning up after Jeremy's sandwich-making, all the while making sure to covertly glance in Brandon's direction. His skin was so sun-kissed, I knew it would be warm.
To have my lips on it would be sublime.
That's when he caught me staring. And he didn't look away. Just cocked his head as he carried on eating his sandwich. A glob of mayonnaise escaped and coated his upper lip.
My knees nearly buckled when he locked onto my eyes and slowly licked it away. I turned and went back to washing some dishes. I was being delusional. It meant nothing.
As I put a mixing bowl in the drying rack, I tried to bring life back to normal.
"I need you to cut the lawn this afternoon," I said to Jeremy.
"Dad … I told you I'm visiting Emily this afternoon. I told you days ago."
I turned to face them. "How about tomorrow?"
"Dad. I'm off on school vacation. Let me relax a little, would you?"
Brandon straightened up in his chair. "I can do it. I love mowing."
I smiled. "See that, Jeremy … enthusiasm."
"Which means, I'll leave Brandon to it." He clapped his hand on Brandon's shoulder. "Thanks, buddy. You've saved me from incredible tedium."
I questioned my parenting skills when my son rose from the table and left his plate behind. Brandon collected both and brought them over to the sink. He looked as if he was about to wash them.
"Leave those," I said. "I can do them."
"I don't mind."
"You're already mowing my lawn. The least I can do is wash a couple of plates."
Brandon shrugged, his bare shoulders glistening with a sheen of nearly washed-off sunblock. He and Jeremy had been in and out of the pool in between sunning themselves.
I'd gone out to sit at the table under an umbrella and pretended to read. In reality, I was enjoying the sight of Brandon lying on a lounger with his eyes closed. Occasionally, scratching his stomach and putting his arms above his head, exposing his furry underarms.
My gaze had wandered. From his chin, around his nipples, and down his firm abs to the obvious, ample package hidden beneath his shorts.
"Michael?"
I snapped back to reality. "Sorry, what? I was daydreaming. It's the heat."
"I asked you where the lawnmower is."
"Right." I cleared my throat. "It's in the shed in the back corner of the yard."
There was that head tip again. "Will you meet me out there? Show me how it works."
"There's nothing special about it. You should be able to figure it out."
"That's not what I meant." Brandon tugged on the edge of my shirt. "Jeremy will be gone soon, and I might need some help before I mow your lawn for you."
Jeezus.
My heart rate sped up. Was he implying what I thought he was implying?
"I've seen you looking at me from your upstairs window."
Oh, my god.
What did I say to that? At eighteen, he was so young. I shouldn't be craving him the way I did. Brandon went from tugging on my shirt to finding the band of my shorts and clinging to it.
"Okay, I'm off," Jeremy shouted from the front entry, then the front door closed.
"And he's off," Brandon said and moved closer to me. "Shed? Yes, or no?"
I swallowed hard. There was no ambiguity. He wanted something from me I'd never shared with another man. I'd fantasized about it, but never found anyone appealing.
Until now.
And he had come along in the body of a muscular young twink.
"I'll show you the shed."
Brandon smiled at me. "Perfect."
He kept pace with me as we crossed the yard. I prayed that Jeremy hadn't forgotten anything. He and Emily were going hiking. There were any number of things he could have left behind.
Those thoughts left my head when Brandon opened the shed door and went inside. It was dark, hot, and humid in the small space. The only light filtering in was from the partially open door. It felt risky to leave it ajar like that. But then so was this whole encounter.
Brandon caught me off guard when he sank to his knees and fingered the front of my shorts. "Can I take these down?" he asked, but then didn't wait for an answer.
My dick had only been getting used to the idea of fucking the next-door neighbor. The young man I'd been watching for weeks. Now he was on his knees at my feet, hauling my shorts down.
I placed my hand on the workbench.
Brandon didn't seem to care that I was only semi-hard. He licked and nuzzled my cock and balls until I was flying full flag. I sucked in a breath of the warm stall air that smelled like lawn clippings, gasoline, and motor oil. There was something incredibly dirty about doing this in here.
He palmed my cock, jerked it a few times, then ran his tongue along the ridge of my cockhead. Only when I touched his head did he swipe the abundant precum from my cap.
More.
I clung to the workbench as he sucked me into his mouth with the expertise of someone who had been doing this for years. I wondered how many guys he'd sucked off in his young life.
And how lucky they had been to garner his attention.
He slurped, sucked, and spit on my dick until it was good and slick, and about to pop off. I fought for control and found some deep inside where I wanted this to last forever.
His blond, floppy hair covered his eyes until he tossed it aside and looked up at me, appearing as the most innocent and angelic creature on earth. Except, I suspected there was nothing innocent about him. The way he sucked, bobbed, and jacked me was the best I'd ever had.
Brandon sucked me root to tip, dropped me from his mouth, and rose to face me. He licked his lips as he stared into my eyes. "What's next?"
Like he had to ask. "I want your ass."
"Have you been dreaming about fucking it? All those hours watching me."
I used my hips to press him against the workbench. "You know damned well I have."
"Jeremy and I got on well today. I wasn't sure we would. The age gap and everything."
He was trying to remind me he was only eighteen. Either to make me consider my commitment to going through with this or to turn me on.
I growled at him and pressed my forehead to his.
He had his answer on either count.
"That's it, Michael ... take what you want." Brandon breathed across my lips, tempting me to act. I wasn't interested in kissing him despite his pouty pink lips.
I grasped his hips, spun him to face the workbench, and yanked his shorts off his ass. I only wanted one thing. To plunge into him and unleash every fantasy I'd been holding onto.
The curve of his neck to his shoulder called to me as I dug my hard cock out of my shorts. I clamped onto it with my mouth. He moaned and squirmed as I sucked on his skin.
God, I hoped I left a mark.
I grasped his ass cheek with one hand, the other on my dick. I spat into my hand a few times and slicked up my cap and length. He reached back for my hip, tugging me to him.
I took the hint. I wasn't sure if I'd have the patience to finger him first. His desires aligned with mine. I pressed my cockhead to his hole. It was more open and spongier than I was expecting, as if he'd been playing with his ass before coming over here.
I imagined him in his room, fucking his hole with a massive dildo. I wondered if he'd used my habit of watching him to drive him to climax.
I popped my cap into him and smiled as Brandon gasped. I was a big guy. He was going to get the ride of his life. I placed my hands on his shoulders and drove all the way inside him.
Brandon panted and scratched his fingernails across the wood of the workbench, seeking something to cling to. I let him catch his breath, then placed my hand on the back of his neck.
He hissed the word yes when I pinned his head firmly to the hard, oily, and dusty surface and drew my hips back. As I snapped my hips forward and drove into him, he moaned sweetly.
I gripped his thigh to hold him still and rocked into him one pounding thrust after another. I grunted as I increased my speed and ferocity. Every noise he made told me he loved it.
Despite the openness of his outer ring, his channel was warm and tight, especially when he clamped down. Then he would relax so I could drill high into his guts.
His skin was glistening more now, even in the low light. He had a seductive sheen of sweat. I'm sure I did too. I could feel it trickling down my back in the stifling heat.
Brandon retrieved my hand from his thigh and brought it around to his belly.
Jeezus Christ
It was subtle, but I could feel the top end of my cock moving inside him. I lost my mind. I pushed harder on his neck, then up onto the back of his head, not allowing him any freedom. His breathing was noisy, intermixed with a sharp string of curse words.
I couldn't contain the roar ripping out of my throat when my balls and cock tightened, and I coated his insides with my warm cum. I didn't let him up. I kept fucking him until I was satisfied.
He grunted when I pulled out, then lowered one hand to his cock. I touched his shoulder to get him to turn around and face me. He leaned back against the workbench and worked his dick.
Far too soon, he closed his eyes, tipped his head back, licked his lips, and shot his load all over the floor of the shed and onto my toes protruding from the sandals on my left foot.
He smirked at me as he admired his handiwork.
"Sorry," he said, motioning to my foot. He caught my gaze and held it. "Want me to get that?" I wasn't sure what he meant until he dropped back to his knees.
"Don't miss any," I managed to whisper.
Brandon crawled toward me, lowered his head, and dragged his tongue across my toes, cleaning off every drop of his cum that had spilled there.
Before I was ready for him to stop, he bounced back to his feet and hauled up his shorts.
"Okay, lawnmower." He walked toward it. "Is it all gassed up and ready to go?"
Took me a second to come back online. "Uh … yeah."
Wait a second.
I shook my head. "You don't have to cut the lawn, Brandon."
He smiled at me. "I want to. Maybe I could cut it for you once a week."
I froze. Fucking his tight little body once a week was a fantasy come true. If that's what he meant. He wandered back to me and cupped my awakening cock, confirming his intent.
"How will I let you know when Jeremy is out?"
"He and I are friends now. I'll handle that."
What a position to be in. I was about to be fucking my son's friend on the regular. Once a week until the end of lawn mowing season. Or until Brandon headed off for college.
Either way, I was embarking on a summer of smutty summer seduction.
The story continues …
Great start to summer. Brandon seems to know what makes Michael tick. And he is going to make Michael tick all summer long. 🔥 🥵