Boy Next Door

Author's Note: While I received a mostly positive response to the original version of this story, several people wrote to tell me the present tense presentation felt awkward to them. I rewrote the story with some minor deletions and additions as well as a verb tense revision. Please let me know what you think.

I stretched my fingers and closed the spreadsheet application. Staring at the blank desktop for a few moments before closing the lid to the laptop, I closed my eyes as well. I listened to the silence; the house was completely quiet. A song popped into my head from the day before. My daughter had watched her favorite musical, “Meet Me in St. Louis.” I was sitting next to her when the song ‘The Boy Next Door’ came on. I wanted to ignore the boy next door, but he was always popping into my thoughts.

In fact, the boy next door popped into my head at that very moment. He’d been my son’s best friend since his family moved into the house three years ago. He and my son are both eighteen, and he’s been popping into my head more often.

I was his age when I began to notice how I was attracted to men. Until that time, I just thought I was a late bloomer. College made me realize that physically I wanted to be with men, and I was angry with that knowledge. I’d grown up with plans of a two story house with a white picket fence, two children, and a wife who waited for me to come home from work. I wanted those things; those were the things I was brought up to believe people needed for a happy life.

Lisa was brought up that way, too. She was the sister of my college roommate, and he fixed us up. She admitted during our first date that she preferred women. I told her that I was gay. We became really good friends, and we soon realized that we wanted the same things out of life. So, at the age of twenty-one, I married a twenty-three-year-old-lesbian, and we began our life after college. It didn’t take long for us to have two children and a home in the suburbs.

Life was going well. Our kids were successful in school. I was able to work from home and only needed to go into the office once a week for a meeting. Lisa and I grew a little distant, but we knew we had the life we’d always wanted, and we made things work, until a new bank manager took over at Lisa’s branch. She fell in love with her, and Lisa decided that she’d be happier with this new woman. The two of them left town, and we divorced. I stayed in our two-story home with the two kids I loved.

My sexual needs were met by my right hand and about once a year by a buddy I had met online who was also single with children. I knew I was free to date, but I never really clicked with anyone. Plus, I didn’t want to disrupt things for the kids. And then, a new family moved in next door.

They were friendly, nice, great neighbors. Their son, Sam, although the same age as my son, was more mature both physically and emotionally. He is the only problem I have in my life. He reminded me a lot of a friend I had in childhood, a friend that I grew to develop a crush on as we moved into high school. I had never disclosed that secret to him, and when Sam was around, he reminded me of my youth and how I wished I could have been more open about things, my feelings, my crushes.

My thoughts went to Sam; I had seen him just the day before. After my daughter finished watching her movie, I heard his family in the backyard. I knew it was his birthday, my son Tyler had reminded me earlier in the week. So, I went over to give him a birthday present. It turned out that his family had forgotten his birthday. As I gave his gift to him, Sam made a snide comment about my family remembering when his family did not.

Sam’s father told him that he could live with the fags next door if that would make him happier. I was rather surprised by that remark considering what happened at a Christmas party the previous year. The man told me that he would love to open my package on Christmas morning. He let me know that any time I wanted to play around, he would be willing. I shuddered. The man still had dirt under his fingernails from the last time he worked in his flower beds.

Anyway, I felt bad for Sam, but I left without saying a word.

I shook my head at the memory, and I looked over at the pictures I have of my kids. The most recent was the one of my son at his high school graduation. He'd been accepted to a university on the other side of the state, and he was working full-time that summer. I knew that I was going to miss him. My daughter was at her job, too, and I was home alone. Sometimes the solitude and the silence got to me. In summer’s past, the kids drove me crazy during their vacation.

I looked down at the time, and I realized that it was almost lunch time. I was trying to decide whether to start another project or to make my lunch when I heard a knock at the back door. I was sure it was a neighbor kid looking for a playmate. I’d put on some cut-off jeans and a ‘Save the Forest’ t-shirt that morning, so I knew I was dressed well enough to answer the door. I passed through the kitchen and pulled open the door, and I saw Sam. He was wearing Speedos and an open shirt. His skinny, hairless body was pale from lack of sun, and the outline of his penis suggested that he had been circumcised. I also noticed that it seemed to be getting larger as I looked at it.

I felt my dick stir. Down, man, I told myself. “What can I do for you, Sam? Shawn’s not here; he’s at work.”

I saw Sam take a deep breath. I sensed that he wanted to tell me something, but he was not sure how to say it. I thought he might want to apologize for the scene I witnessed the night before. But maybe he was just coming over to thank me for the gift. His face seemed a little too serious for a simple thank you though.

“Hey, Sam. It’s OK. If you need to talk, you can trust me.” He relaxed a bit, but his cheeks turned red. Plus, the dick in his swimsuit seems a little harder. Sam stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The moment I heard the door click, my heart began to thump a little louder. He took a step toward me.

“I don’t want to talk to my dad about this; I can’t talk to him about this.” Sam’s voice quivered.

My mind went through several possibilities, one of which both terrified and excited me. “Whatever you tell me, Sam, will be completely confidential.”

“Mr. Johnson, I haven’t told anybody this, but I trust you.” Sam looked at the floor, or was it my crotch. No, I decided. He was looking at the floor. I really hoped he was looking at the floor. I nodded my head. I felt my cock twitch up.

Sam stepped right in front of me. He was almost as tall as I was. When did he get that tall? Shit, his eyes were a beautiful shade of green; I’d never noticed that before. I was hoping he’d tell me that he’d knocked up his girlfriend. I’d have less trouble helping him deal with that.

“I’m gay,” Mr. Johnson.”

Fuck! That was the one thing that I didn’t want him to tell me.

Sam must have noticed my silence as a bad sign. “You don’t hate me, do you?

“No, Sam, of course not.” He looks right at me. He’s begging for reassurance.

I hugged him. “It’s OK. You’ll be OK.”

He hugged me back, and it feels nice. His hair smelled like Eucalyptus. I felt his boner push against me. My dick was just above the top of his Speedos. He bent his head up and stretched to kiss me on the lips.

I pulled back. “We can’t do that.”

“I’m eighteen, Mr. Johnson. We can. You won’t get into any trouble. And I’ve always thought you were sexy and handsome.”

“Sam, I’m old enough to be your father.”

“You’re not even forty, yet; you’re not old. And you like me; you’ve always been nice to me. I want my first time to be with someone gentle and caring. I don’t want someone my age who will just stick his dick in me until he cums and then look for another hole to fuck.”

I knew I shouldn’t, but I leaned forward and gave him a real kiss. His response was honest as he tried to mimic my actions. He even tried to fuck my mouth with his tongue. I found it cute, endearing, and completely sexy. I reached down to his ass and pulled him against me. I felt his dick get harder. He reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants.

“Wow,” he exclaimed. “That’s bigger than I thought it would me. And Mr. Johnson, you don’t have to worry, I read about getting clean, and I did it in the shower before I came over.”

“I don’t have any condoms, Sam. One should always play safe.” I wondered whether he might be satisfied with some oral sex. I wondered whether I would be now that he told me that he’d cleaned his ass for me.

“Well, I thought about that, too. I’ve never done anything, so I’m DDF. That means disease and drug-free. I know that I can trust you. I know you wouldn’t if you weren’t DDF too. If you need me to, I can ride my bike to the drugstore.

“I’m DDF.” I smiled; it was so cute the way he said it. “We’ll be OK.” The thought of barebacking his tight virgin ass made my dick push against my briefs with more force.

“What was that?” Sam asked as he looked down at the bulge he held in his hand.

“That was my dick telling you how excited he is.”

Sam smiled and his cheeks became red again.

“Promise me, Sam. Only condoms with anyone else.”

“Yes, sir.” He stretched up and kissed me again. His hand gave my cock a little squeeze. “Where are we going to do it?”

“Your first time should be done right,” I told him. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I led him upstairs. I couldn’t believe this was happening. As we neared the top of the stairs, I started to worry. I couldn’t remember whether I used the last of my lube when I’d jerked off a few nights before. Did I have a fresh bottle?

We walked into the bedroom, and I went to my nightstand and looked inside. There were two bottles of lube; I placed one next to the pillow and pulled the sheets open. I turned to see Sam standing there. He trembled a little, and I wrapped my arms around him. He pulled off his shirt and let it fall to the floor. I resisted the urge to pick it up. He tilted his head toward me and kissed me again.

“We can stop any time you want to.”

“No. I don’t want to stop. I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’m just scared that I won’t be good enough for you.”

“Oh, my sweet Sam. You’re already good enough for me.” Tears formed in his eyes. “It’s OK, baby. Even if we stopped now, you’ve already made this an incredible day for me.” I wondered what his father might have done something to make him feel unworthy. I detested that man.

I felt him reaching under my shirt. I pulled it off. He ran his hand over my hairy chest. “You’re so fucking manly,” he whispered to me. I was shocked by his language. He rubbed his finger over my nipples. My cock throbbed, and I sensed a large amount of precum ooze from my piss slit. I dropped my cutoffs to the floor and kicked them to the side. We stood briefs to Speedos; our erections struggled to be free.

I pulled him onto the bed with me, and he snuggled up close before sliding down to kiss my nipples. It felt so nice. It’d been almost a year since anyone had touched me. I began to forget about the age difference. He was another soul who needed to be loved, emotionally, physically, sexually.

Sam moved farther down my body and began tugging at the elastic of my underwear. I helped him by taking them off and tossing them on the floor. He buried his nose at the base of my penis, and I could hear him smelling me. He moaned softly as he began to caress my dick with his lips. He started to suck on the head of my cock and a few inches down the shaft.

I reached down and swung his ass toward my face and pulled his speedos off. I moved him so that he could continue to work on my dick as I swallowed his. I never enjoyed sixty-nining someone more.

The sensation of his mouth was incredible, but the friction of his thin, rigid cock against my tongue was exhilarating. He was almost six inches long and he fit perfectly in my mouth. I took all of his shaft into my mouth and sucked very hard. Then I pushed him out until just the head was surrounded by my lips. He made these little squeaky squealing sounds.

With his knees on each side of my chest, I released his cock and pulled him to my chest. He was still sucking my cock, and quite expertly I might add, when I spread his ass cheeks apart to see a tiny little hairless slit like hole. I ran my tongue over his hole and it quivered.

I tried to force the tip of my tongue into it, but his tight little hole resisted my efforts. I reached for the lube and ran some down his ass crack and around the outside of his sphincter. He stopped working on my cock and began to moan more loudly. With his head resting on my thigh and his hand gripping behind my knees, my erection bounced against his nose. With a little more lube, I pushed my finger against him. His hole resisted and I applied more force. My finger finally popped inside him. He gasped. I gasped. If it felt this good with my finger…

Sam continued to moan with an occasional, “Yes, don’t stop.” Using a little more lube, I was able to get two fingers inside him. He began to tell me how much he loved me and how he couldn’t wait until my cock was inside him. I pulled him up and around so he was under me. I applied lube to my dick. His ankles were on my shoulders, and I pushed the head of my penis down and against his hole. The head popped right in.

Sam’s mouth dropped open; he drew tiny breaths in rapid succession, and his eyes rolled back in his head. I continued to make tiny pushes until my pelvis was tightly against his ass cheeks. I bent forward and kissed him before pulling my head back to look at his beautiful face. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

He nodded a yes, and I began to ease out a little before pushing back in. I continued the motion until only the head of my dick was still inside. Then I pushed all the way in again. As I rhythmically moved in and out of him, Sam pushed his legs out and behind his arms. With our chests touching and his tongue rubbing against my lips, I slowly increased speed. I could feel his dick bouncing against my abs.

I could tell that I was getting close, but I held back. I wanted him to come first since it was his first time with anal love.

Suddenly, I felt his body spasm. His dick jabbed me in the belly, and I felt a strong stream of liquid squirting between our chests. His body tightened again, and the stream was repeated. He came in three squirts. I pushed my dick down deep inside him and released. I started to pull out and then I slammed back into him and released again. Then I collapsed on him. I kissed him on the mouth, on his chin, and on his cheek.

“Oh. Mr. Johnson. I never dreamed it could feel that good.”

I rolled onto my back, and he snuggled under my arm. One of his arms rested on my and he ran a finger through the wet hair of my chest, wet because he had sprayed me with cum. I smiled and held him a little more tightly.

“The first time I saw you,” he told me, “I could tell you were different from the other men I’d known. You didn’t belittle anyone. You were kind and nice but you weren’t wimpy. You’re… I’m not sure how to describe it. But even then, I knew that I like to look at the guys in the locker room, but from that first time I saw you, I wanted you to pick me up and hold me close. I wanted you to kiss me just like you did today.”

I turned my head and kissed him on the forehead.

“I also knew,” Sam continued, “that I was too young for you to do that. As much as I wanted it, wanted you, I couldn’t tell you because I knew you would say I was too young. But lately, I started to fantasize that you would fuck me, so I planned a day like today, and I hoped that when I was brave enough to tell you, that you’d accept me. Maybe even love me a little.”

“I do love you, Sam. And not just a little. You’re a special man. I’ve always known that. I’m not in love with you; I think you know that, too.”

I could feel him nod. “I do. But I want to do this again with you anyway. And not because we’re in love or I think you’ll fall in love with me. I know we won’t. But I know that you care. You’re tender, and you’re kind.”

Sam moved on top of me and kissed me. “Can I come back tomorrow and practice sucking on your dick?”

“Of course.” I chuckled. “I’d love it.”

“I want to practice different positions, too,” he said.

“We can do that, too.” I nodded.

“Although, I can’t imagine anything could feel better than that.” I saw him smile. “I’ll never forget this day.”

I wrapped him in a hug. “I won’t either.”

“Don’t forget,” I said, “you have to learn how to fuck me.”

Sam’s smile got really big. “Fucking A.”

During the rest of the summer, Sam and I explored different ways of privately expressing ourselves sexually. On our last time before he left for college, I gave him a sealed brown box. I told him not to open it until he was alone in his dorm room. It was a box filled with condoms and lubricant. I wanted him to stay safe.

That fall was the loneliest time of my life.