Naughty Neighbors

Eric

Eric was sitting on Diego’s lap, facing him with his legs wrapped around him and his tongue in his mouth. He was gyrating his hips, rubbing their hard cocks together through the fabric of their boxer briefs. The fabric was so soaked with precum, it barely felt like they were there at all.

“Oh, Eric,” Diego moaned into his mouth. The way Eric’s name sounded in Diego’s accent sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

As Diego pushed Eric onto his back, their underwear disappeared, and Eric could feel Diego’s cock head pressing against his hole.

“Eric,” Diego said, “I—”

Diego opened his mouth and a loud, rapid, and unrhythmic beeping erupted from his throat.

***

Eric sat bolt upright and quickly turned off his alarm while cursing it at the same time. He had been having such a good dream. The evidence of that dream was currently plastering his underwear to his groin. He stood and pulled the cum-soaked boxers off and tossed them into his hamper. He looked down at his cock which was slick with cum.

“Damn it,” he said to himself, checking his bedside clock. It was 8:30 AM and he didn’t have time to take a shower. He’d just have to let the river clean him, he decided as he started getting ready, pulling a pair of swim trunks on before putting on a tank top and heading to his kitchen to make breakfast. As he walked down the hall, he tried to arrange his dick and balls into a comfortable position in the mesh of his swim trunks, which was all but impossible.

It had been four days since he’d met Diego, who was absolutely beside himself when he’d learned that Eric had never gone floating in his life. So today, Diego was taking him to a river that was a ways out of the city so they could float down the river and drink all day long.

As he ate his breakfast, he could feel his excitement mounting. They were leaving at 9:00 and would be at the rafting place at around 10:30. He started to reminisce about his time getting to know Diego, who had quickly become one of his best friends.

Diego was a very physical person, refusing to acknowledge that anyone needs personal space. There had been several times when Eric had once again questioned Diego’s sexuality, including a time when they had run into each other grocery shopping and Diego came up behind Eric and put his chin on his shoulder. Yes, he had originally done so to scare Eric, but then he’d wrapped his arms around Eric in an embrace that made Eric’s face flush. But less than a minute later, Eric saw Diego checking out a woman’s ass as she bent down to grab something from a low shelf. He’d nudged Eric with his elbow and gave him a look that clearly meant, “Nice, huh?”

There was another instance when Eric, who had absolutely no interest in sports whatsoever, watched a soccer game with Diego, because he loved it. Eric couldn’t tell you the teams or the players or even who won, but Diego was enjoying it so much, it didn’t matter much to Eric. When Diego’s team had won, Eric stood up and cheered with him and accepted Diego’s hug. He was extremely surprised when he turned back to the TV and Diego slapped his ass in celebration. As much as he wanted to, he hadn’t slapped Diego’s ass back.

Eric hadn’t yet told Diego that he was gay. Not only did he worry about how Diego would react—he hadn’t so much as hinted as to how he felt about gay people—but he also didn’t want Diego’s attitude with him to change. Did that make him a bad person? That he didn’t want to lose the physical aspect of his relationship with Diego if he came out to him? Was it creepy of him to continue the physical aspect of his relationship with Diego, who didn’t know he was gay?

What would Diego do when he realized the man whose cheek he’d kissed, whose ass he’d slapped, and who he’d woken up to cuddling because they fell asleep on Eric’s couch while watching a movie late at night, was gay?

***

Diego

Diego stood in front of the mirror hanging from his closet door in his bedroom, which was now fully unpacked, arranged, and decorated, in part thanks to Eric, who seemed to have a keen eye for decoration. He supposed some stereotypes are true after all. He was completely naked, flexing his muscles while checking himself out.

He and Eric were going floating today—Eric’s first time floating, actually, which blew Diego’s mind. He’d spent every day since he’d met Eric practically throwing himself at the guy, but he didn’t seem to reciprocate Diego’s advances. Oh well. He had all but convinced himself that Eric was straight. He’d even pointed out a girl with a nice ass at a grocery store and Eric seemed somewhat appreciative. It wasn’t ironclad proof he was straight. Afterall, he could be bi like Diego, but he certainly didn’t seem to be into Diego.

He thought briefly of when he’d woken up on Eric’s couch, Eric’s head on his shoulder and arm flung over his stomach. He felt creepy as he looked down at Eric and accidentally smelled his hair. Okay, it was an accident at first, until he’d smelled how sweet it smelled. Eric must have used some kind of flowery shampoo, like honeysuckle. He’d put his nose closer to Eric’s fiery red hair and sniffed deeply, inhaling his scent. He had to turn it into one of those deep breaths you do when you wake up in a random place because Eric had just woken up and he didn’t want to be caught sniffing Eric’s hair.

He sighed as he remembered it, both cherishing the memory and feeling a bit like a creep because of it. Who sniffed their friend’s hair like that while they slept?

Diego walked to his dresser and pulled on a pair of swim trunks, solid blue, that he’d ripped the mesh out of. He found the mesh to both be extremely uncomfortable and to hide too much of his package. He desperately needed to get laid and didn’t want his money maker shoved into mesh that would all but erase its existence. He pulled on a slightly baggy grey T-shirt, knowing it wouldn’t make it past the car at the rafting place, which Diego had already called and reserved the four-person raft for him and Eric. He was hoping they’d be able to pick up a couple of people there and bring them home. Maybe they’d be into a foursome.

***

Eric

Eric honked again, waiting for Diego to come out of his house. Finally, after what felt like an hour, Diego came out and started heading for the car, where Eric was sitting in the passenger seat. Eric had to stop his jaw from dropping when he noticed Diego’s swim trunks. They did nothing to hide his cock. Eric could see a perfect imprint of his dick, although it disappeared when he sat in the driver’s seat.

“I hope you don’t mind driving,” Eric said as Diego adjusted the mirrors of his Ford Escape. The back was already filled with a couple of towels, a change of clothes for each of them, and two coolers—one with a lunch for each of them as well as snacks, and the other full of hard seltzers, which Eric had talked Diego into getting since he’d hated the taste of beer. Although he knew better than to trust stereotypes, Eric hadn’t yet met many gay men that liked beer, adding another tick into the Diego is straight column. Maybe he liked beer because he was Columbian. Is that racist to think?

“Of course not,” Diego said, answering his question. “I have already been there, and I know you’ve been wanting to read that book.”

“And you’re sure you don’t mind me reading while you drive?” Eric asked, gripping the spine of The Dark Tower. It was the same book he’d been reading when he first saw Diego through his window. He and Diego had been so busy hanging out and Eric was busy with work that he hadn’t had any time to read it past the part where Krilla had broken through the illusion at the bottom of the tower and heard a noise.

“Ay, Eric, you worry too much. I am your friend. You can read and I will drive.”

Twenty minutes later, it was clear to Eric that he absolutely wouldn’t be able to read while Diego drove. Diego went at least ten miles over the speed limit no matter what road they were on, he barely slowed down when taking turns, merged into lanes that had only the barest openings, and cut several people off. He wasn’t a terrible driver, in Eric’s opinion, but he couldn’t read when being thrown side to side in his own car. Instead, he turned on some music and daydreamt while staring out the window.

When they finally reached Easy River Rafting, Diego seemed unable to contain his excitement. He offered to carry the heavier cooler—the one with the seltzers—while asking Eric to carry the smaller, lighter one. He didn’t exactly say it, but Eric had a feeling Diego thought he’d be better off carrying the heavier one. Eric agreed, actually, as Diego was obviously stronger than him.

“Before we go,” Diego said, “let’s lose these shirts.” Diego pulled his shirt off and threw it into the back of the Escape, then looked at Eric expectantly.

Eric wasn’t ashamed of his body, by any means. He went to the gym and had a flat, toned stomach, and his pecs had some definition, but he looked like a scrawny twink next to Diego, whose abs seemed to have only gained more definition in the four days Eric had known him. And while he couldn’t be sure, having only seen Diego shirtless that first day he’d met him, he didn’t think Diego had the V-cut before. Nevertheless, Eric wasn’t about to go rafting with his shirt on, so he pulled it off and threw it on top of Diego’s, then jumped when he felt Diego touching his back.

“Don’t be so jumpy, huh?” Diego said, rubbing sunscreen into the area between Eric’s shoulder blades. “I am only applying the sunscreen into your…” he paused for a moment, searching for the words, “…hard to reach places. I think I do too much, though. Let me spread it out.”

He had done way too much. With the amount he’d squeezed into his hand, he’d been able to coat Eric’s entire back, neck, and shoulders.

“Thank you,” Eric said, taking the bottle from Diego and finishing his front, face, and legs. Turn around. Let me get your back.”

Twenty minutes later, they were both protected from the sun and were on their way to the bus that would take them down to the launch point. Diego seemed to enjoy the attention he was receiving as many people—men and women alike—noticed his swim trunks.

A sense of uneasy anticipation came over Eric as they grew closer to the water, although he knew he had nothing to fear. He could swim just fine, and it wasn’t as though they were going through rapids. The sense of unease grew when he saw the raft they were going to be using. It had four clearly defined areas for people to sit in, plus enough room for their coolers.

“Pretty big for just the two of us, huh?” Eric said to him.

“I was thinking we could convince a couple of girls to join us, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, good thinking,” Eric said. He should do it now. Tell Diego that he’s gay. “Hey, Diego—” Eric said, then paused when Diego looked at him, eyebrows raised in question. Maybe Diego would understand and Eric could find a cute guy to hang out with today. Or maybe he would be freaked out and would want to leave. He had to tell him. It was the right thing to do. “—I’m…really glad you brought me here,” he said. Turns out, he couldn’t tell him yet.

Diego’s face cracked into a smile. “Me too. Now get the cooler into the raft and let’s get going.”

Eric sat his cooler down next to the one Diego had been carrying and mimicked Diego, who was holding onto the handles on the other side of the raft. Together, they dragged it into the water and climbed in. Eric was thankful that Diego had sat down first, sitting on the side of the raft. He had been planning on sitting next to the coolers, but he saw that nobody was sitting in the bottom of the rafts.

It was very peaceful, floating down the river, listening to music from Diego’s phone—Eric refused to bring his—and drinking seltzers, occasionally talking to people on the other rafts. Someone had brought a huge beach ball and everyone took turns batting it from raft to raft. A couple of times, their raft had veered off to the side and either he or Diego had to use their oar and push themselves back into the middle of the river.

“Oh, it looks like we are stopping here,” Diego said and Eric, who had been laying back on the raft, soaking up the sun, felt disappointed. He didn’t want it to end already. But when he sat up and looked around, he didn’t see the bus that was supposed to take them back to their cars.

“What do you mean?” Eric asked, standing up. He could see the answer. There was a small beach where other people were pulling their rafts up onto. People were dancing and somebody had brought several large JBL speakers, each of them blasting music in sync with one another. Across the river from the beach were small cliffs that people were climbing up, probably to jump off.

“It is a beach party!” Diego said happily. “Come, come, let’s find us some girls to dance with. Finish your drink and grab some new ones so we don’t have to come back to the raft so soon.” Diego and Eric chugged their drinks before shoving the empty cans into the bag they were using for trash, then used their oar to get close to the sand, jumped out, and pulled their raft up as far as they could.

Eric grabbed the two seltzers Diego was holding out to him before he grabbed his own, then followed Diego onto the beach. He heard a scream behind him and looked back to see a girl jumping from one of the cliffs.

“We will have to do some jumping off the cliff,” Diego said, then gave Eric a withering look when he shook his head. “Don’t be the scaredy cat. It will be lots of fun. We will do the jumping together.”

He tucked one of his seltzers under his arm and gripped the back of Eric’s head with his free hand, holding it firm and looking into his eyes. The music seemed to fade around Eric as he stared into the brown pools of sunlit honey before him. He nodded.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Diego said happily, breaking eye contact with Eric, who felt the sound of the party crash back to life around him. Eric looked to where Diego was looking to see several of the women were topless, their breasts wet from the river. Diego started making his way there.

“Hey man,” some dude said, materializing into the space Diego had vacated. “Want to do a shot?” Eric looked at the Jose Cuervo in his hand and gave a one shoulder shrug.

“Why not? Just let me—” Eric looked around for a spot to put one of his seltzers.

“Nah man, let me,” he said. “But first—” he popped one of the tabs on Eric’s seltzers, “—to chase with.”

Eric opened his mouth and looked up, letting the man pour a shot in. He swallowed, pulled a face, then quickly chased the tequila with a seltzer.

“Thanks! I’m Eric.”

“Marshall. I noticed you didn’t run over to the shirtless girls like most of the guys did, including your friend.”

Eric looked Marshall up and down for a moment. He was about Eric’s height—5’11”—with blonde hair and green eyes. He seemed to have the same build as Eric as well, although Marshall was wearing a speedo that was basically a cry for attention.

“Not really my thing,” Eric said with a shrug.

“Me either,” Marshall said. “I’m gay. You?”

Eric nodded. “Only, don’t tell my friend. I haven’t known him for very long and I’m not sure how he’ll react.”

“Oh, I was hoping he was your boyfriend,” Marshall said as Eric took a sip from his seltzer. “I was going to ask you guys if you wanted a threesome.” Eric choked, earning a laugh from Marshall. “Easy there, tiger. If not a threesome, maybe I could get your number?”

“Uh, yeah, but it’ll cost you another shot.”

“Deal,” Marshall said, tilting his chin up to tell Eric to open his mouth, which he did. Marshall poured another shot in, a big one. Eric closed his mouth and swallowed, but some of the tequila ran down his chin. Marshall glanced over to where the girls were, maybe to see if Diego was watching. He must not have been because Marshall licked the runaway tequila from Eric’s chin and gave him a kiss, which Eric returned, even through the burn of the tequila. As soon as they broke apart, Eric took a huge chug of his seltzer.

“Sorry,” Marshall said. “I forgot about the shot.” Then he turned to someone and called out, “Trish! Come over here!” A pretty girl with dark skin and a pink bathing suit came over and stood next to Marshall. Eric noticed her phone in her hand. The case was attached to her wrist by a loop. “This is Eric. I don’t have my phone on me. Can you save his number and give it to me later?”

“Of course,” Trish said, then saved Eric’s number as she read it off to him. “I’ll send you a text with Marshall’s number.” She must have done so, although Marshall didn’t say his number aloud, making Eric think she had it memorized.

“Hello, everyone,” Diego said from behind Eric, making him jump. “I am Diego, Eric’s friend. Is everybody having fun?”

Marshall’s face had a look that said, “Holy fucking shit this dude is so fucking hot and I want to ravage him right now,” while he looked at Diego’s dick through his swim trunks. Eric could see it, too, everyone could. Diego had a semihard-on, probably from the shirtless girl hanging on his arm.

She had long black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her top was on Diego’s shoulder and her bottom was pulled up so tight, Eric could see the imprint of her vagina lips. He felt a weird rush of jealousy, even though nothing was going on between him and Diego. He finished the rest of his seltzer and threw the empty can into the trash can nearby.

“I see you got a girl’s number,” Diego said, giving Eric a punch on the arm. “Good for you.”

“Well, actually—”

“That’s right!” Marshall said, cutting off Trish as he put his arm around Trish’s shoulder. “He snatched my sister up in a flash.”

“Step-sister, you mean,” Trish said. She looked confused but seemed willing to play along. Eric was glad Marshall had been so quick-thinking.

“I need to take a piss,” Diego said.

“Me too, actually,” Eric said, looking around for a place to go. He could see a couple of the guys standing away from the party, pissing in the woods.

“Follow me,” Diego said. “We will be right back.”

Eric followed Diego out until the sounds of the party faded a little. Without warning, Diego pulled out his cock, then gave a short laugh when Eric turned away.

“It is okay, Eric. You have already seen my dick. There need be no secrets between us. Indeed, it is a custom in my country that if a man sees another man’s cock, the other one must be shown.”

“You’re making that up,” Eric said, turning back. Diego still had his dick out, but he hadn’t started pissing. “Having some trouble there?”

“It takes a minute when I have been drinking.”

Eric stood beside Diego and, feeling vulnerable, pulled out his own cock. It only took three seconds for him to start pissing, a thick clear stream shooting onto the ground. He wasn’t sure, but he thought Diego might have been looking at his dick. Even though he was sure it wasn’t some Columbian tradition, he had seen Diego’s, so perhaps this was fair.

A moment later, Diego groaned in relief as he started to empty his own bladder, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Eric didn’t have a piss kink, but he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to look at Diego’s cock again. It had softened, but it was still impressive, thick, veiny, and uncut. Eric shook the drops from his dick and tried to position his now semihard cock into the mesh.

“What is the problem?” Diego asked. Eric looked up from his hand in his pants to see Diego watching him. He felt embarrassed, although he wasn’t sure why, especially now that his dick was hidden.

“It’s the mesh. It’s annoying.”

“Here,” Diego said, getting to his knees. He started to reach up the leg of Eric’s shorts but stopped when Eric started talking.

“What’re you doing?”

“I am ripping out the mesh. It is pointless. Uncomfortable, and it hides your dick. I bet that girl back there would prefer to see it through your shorts. If you prefer, stand behind this tree and pull them off.”

Eric wasn’t sure what to do. In a way, he did want the mesh gone, but the idea of Diego reaching into his pants and the idea of him standing completely naked in the woods were terrifying.

“It’s okay, I’ll do it.” Eric reached into his shorts and pulled at the mesh, but it refused to break free. “I’ll just deal with it. It’s fine.”

“Nonsense,” Diego said, still on the ground. He reached for the shorts, then stopped with his hand at the leg’s opening. “Pull yourself away from the mesh so I don’t grab your junk.” Eric did, then let Diego reach up into his shorts. He felt Diego’s hand brush his, wishing Diego was reaching for his cock, but Diego’s hand closed around the mesh and he pulled, using his other hand to hold the shorts steady. With a ripping sound, the mesh came out of the shorts and Diego held it up triumphantly.

***

Diego

“That’s much better,” Eric said, looking at Diego, who was still on the ground. “Let’s get back to the party.” Diego watched as Eric started to walk away and, not really knowing why he did it, he pushed the mesh into his nose and gave a sniff. The intoxicating aroma of Eric’s groin sweat filled his nose. Feeling slightly ashamed of himself, he put the mesh into his pocket. He wasn’t planning on keeping it, but he wasn’t going to litter in the woods either.

Back at the party, Diego found Cassidy, the black-haired girl, and Eric’s friends still waiting for them. They all seemed to be having a good conversation as they started laughing at something the guy in the speedo was saying. Diego knew he was gay and, honestly, he preferred men to women, but he’d already asked Cassidy to come over to his house and she’d agreed.

“Eric, let us jump from the cliff, huh?” he said to Eric, pointing as someone jumped.

“Okay,” Eric said, looking uncomfortable. They splashed into the water together and swam across the river, then climbed up to the top of the cliff. Up here, Eric looked even more uncomfortable.

“Are you afraid of heights?” Diego asked him.

“No,” Eric shook his head. “But I’ve never jumped off a cliff.”

“It is easy. We will do it together.” Diego held out his hand. Eric hesitated for just a moment before grabbing it and lacing his fingers through Diego’s. “On the count of three. One, two…”

“Three!” Eric said and to Diego’s amazement, it was he who jumped first, pulling Diego behind him. They hung in midair, Diego admiring the look of daring exceitment on Eric’s face before they fell into the water.

Eventually, the party on the beach broke up and they all returned to their rafts. Cassidy had left her friends and was with Eric and Diego in their raft. She’d even brought a bag of wine with her which she held out to Diego.

“Slap the bag!” she said. Diego looked at her in confusion.

“You’ve never heard of this before?” Eric asked, incredulous. He slapped the bag, sending it swinging in Cassidy’s grip, then put his mouth under the spout and opened it, letting wine spill in. A dribble ran down his chin and Diego wanted to reach out and wipe it off—or lick it off—but didn’t dare while Cassidy was here. He really liked her. And not just because she was topless with perfect breasts.

“Let me try,” Diego said, then copied Eric.

Once they’d gotten back to the car, Diego was ready to switch back into his normal clothes. Cassidy told them to wait for her because she was going to run to her friend’s car to get some real clothes on as well. Diego and Eric grabbed their change of clothes and headed into the bathroom/showers located by the parking lot. All but one of the stalls were in use.

“You go first,” Eric said, indicating inside the stall.

“Nonsense,” Diego said. “We can change together. We’ve already seen each other.” Diego pushed Eric into the stall and came in after him.

***

Eric

Diego pushed Eric into the stall and came in, shutting the door behind him. Without missing a beat, Diego took off his shorts, exposing himself to Eric, who looked right at Diego’s cock. Forcing his eyes way, he pulled his shorts off as well and couldn’t help but notice Diego look at him. He guessed it was natural to do so, even for a straight guy. In practically no time, they were changed and had met Cassidy back at the car.

Eric felt much safer this time, with him behind the wheel. He tried to keep his eyes glued to the road, but they kept wandering to the rearview mirror every so often where he could see Diego and Cassidy tongue wrestling, Diego’s hand up Cassidy’s shirt, clearly groping her breast.

The trip back, while in all actuality took longer since Eric drove the speed limit, felt faster than the trip out there. Although he resented Cassidy because Diego was into her, Eric couldn’t help but admit he liked her. She was nice and from what little conversation he’d had with her, he thought she was funny. When they got back to Eric and Diego’s street, she even helped unload the car.

“It was great meeting you, Eric,” she said, standing behind his Escape, arm locked in Diego’s.

“You too. You two have fun,” Eric said.

“Oh, you know that we will!” Diego said happily, smiling down at Cassidy. “Let’s go.”

Eric watched them cross the street and enter Diego’s house. They stopped at the front door and said something to each other before Cassidy put her hand right into Diego’s pants and the door shut behind them.

Eric looked down at his phone and saw the text message with Marshall’s number in it. He tapped on it, saved it to his phone, and texted him.