Neighbors Boy Mitch, home alone

Our neighbors across the street, had one son Mitch. Mitch was overly polite, as he always formally called us by Mr. or Mrs. MacAllister, even though I insisted on him calling me Mac. Mitch was home schooled, which I personally felt hurt the boy in the fact he had very little interaction with other kids his age, except for his out of state cousins who he saw only once or twice a year. As part of his home schooling, his parents made him do physical fitness activities outside everyday in the good or bad weather, so we would see him doing his physical activities in the yard, running/jogging around the neighborhood, pull ups on a old make shift old swing set, basketball in the driveway, but always by himself. As he grew, he was very physically fit, about 5’9” or 10, maybe 135 +/- pounds, muscular with zero body fat, growing up he had short brown hair probably cut by his mom, this past year he grew it out on top with a loose curl and closely trimmed sides reminding me so much like Patrick Mahomes. He was very well educated, in fact passed his graduating tests early, so I have to say his home schooling was good in that way, but he seemed to be what I thought to be socially awkward. He played catch with his dad, is a die hard Yankees fan, and in fact he liked all sports on tv. I would say he leaned strongly on the side of being a mommas boy, educated, fit, but sheltered from the real world.

His grandmother gave him her old car, it was about a 6 or7 year old Malibu, but he treasured it, and took great care of it spending a lot of time tinkering, cleaning it, washing and vacuuming it weekly. His parents being as strict with his upbringing as they were, made him pay for his own gas, insurance and licensing, as well as probably his community college, so shortly after graduation he got a job at the local hardware store, where he advanced quickly given his strong work ethic. He waited a year to earn money before enrolling in the local community college. Overall he was a great kid and his parents were proud as well they should be.

We attended his combination 18th birthday / Mitch is starting college BBQ that his parents gave, when we also heard about a 2 week Caribbean cruise that his parents would be taking by themselves, leaving Mitch home, ironically for the first time alone, as he would be attending classes. My wife and I agreed later they are finally letting him grow up. I assured his parents we would watch over the house and make sure Mitch was ok.

Mitch’s parents left on a Sunday, and like clockwork Mitch left for school every morning, worked at the hardware store till 9 pm and religiously came home after. Nothing out of the ordinary as we expected.

On the following Saturday morning, I was pulling some weeds early around the yard, and I noticed Mitch’s car parked crookedly in the driveway with the drivers door wide open, I figured he was headed out and pulled back into the driveway cause he forgot something, so I ignored it at first. About 15 to 20 minutes later it was still there, paying closer attention the walk through garage door that was also open and they always close it. I wandered over to check it out, on the way I closed the car door and walked into the garage knocked on the house door, which was slightly ajar. I called in “Mitch? You in there? Everything ok”? No answer, so I cautiously walked in, and something was wrong, I saw a line of clothes across the kitchen floor, and a spot where someone was obviously sick. “Mitch”? I called as I walked into the living room, and there face down on the coach, completely naked lay Mitch, totally passed out. I tried to wake him, I cautiously checked and made sure he was breathing, but to no avail. It was now obvious he’s passed out drunk, my concern was possible alcohol poisoning since I couldn’t wake him. Alarmed I kept trying, wondering if I might need to call 911. Groggy he grunted but remained out, so I figured let’s see if I can get him going, and see what I could do, so I tried to get him to the bathtub to run him under the shower, but no luck, so I decided to try to pick him up (keep in mind he is still face down on the couch and naked). I put one arm under his thighs (my one arm felt this limp dick as I slid it under) and the other arm I slid under his chest. Upon trying to lift him He basically folded and flopped onto his side. I continued to flip him onto his back so as to try carry him easier under his knees and shoulders. To my amazement his limp dick was just lying there in all its glory, I couldn’t help but notice it was at least 9 inches soft, I was amazed by it. I continued my quest to get him to the tub, sat him into it, turned on the shower and pulled the curtain closed to keep the water inside . With that I went back to the kitchen to see if I could get some coffee or food for him, the coffee maker was a spaceship style and after 3 try’s I gave up on how to work it, I did finally manage to find some coke in the refrigerator. Back to the bathroom I went, slid open the curtain,Mitch was still out but he was in a full blown erection, his dick was about the same 9 or so inches, but only this time rock hard standing straight up, I thought to myself thank goodness I couldn’t imagine it getting any bigger than it already was soft. The shower spray must have been hitting that dick just right as I could tell by that bouncing motion he was about to blow a load, sure enough I sat on the toilet and watched him spew his white creamy juice all over his peach fuzz covered abdomen and pubic hair. I turned off the water sat him forward and gently slapped his face, got him somewhat conscious enough to drink some coke. I grabbed a towel dried what I could off, got him to help me get him out of the tub, but I still had to basically carry him to his bed, looking down at his dick again I still was amazed at its size, I laid him on the bed brushing against his dick, and oh so wanting to touch it more, wondering what’s wrong with me. I pulled the sheet over his naked still somewhat damp body.

To the kitchen to do some maintenance, I picked up his clothes and cleaned the vomit spot from the floor, and thought to myself I should probably turn him on his side and get him off his back in case he got sick again, so back to the bedroom, and I kept talking to him, “Mitch come on now roll over, I don’t want you to get sick again”, and “here’s the garbage pail by your side if you do”, and “the rest of the coke is on your nightstand”, he mumbled ok, and said “thank you Mr MacAllister,” I felt he was improving so I said I’d be back in a bit to check on him.

I came back later and he was moving around, he got some food in him, and I found some aspirin for him to take, he was still feeling miserable, unbelievably he was still naked and didn’t seem to care (to be truthful neither did I), I sat him by the couch, with garbage can nearby, turned on the tv, and told him I’d be back again in a few hours. After a few more hours I came back, asked him how he was doing, and he said much better, and he didn’t know how to thank me, I said “ok then, I need to be brutally honest with you”. “What the hell were you thinking”? “I’m not your parents but you’d be in deep shit if they found out”, he begged me not to tell. I proceeded that he took his life as well as others even attempting to drive in that condition, and he asked me if he really drove himself home and how did he do that, and I told him “obviously yes”, and he started to cry and leaned in on my shoulder. Now a naked teenager is crying on my shoulder, I put my arm around him and said “ok, your parents won’t need to hear about this only if you promise me it can never happen again”. He did and said he had never had anything to drink before but he went to a friends frat party and they forced him to do it. I explained “he was no friend and he didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do”, he said “the guys kinda were making fun of me cause I had never had a girlfriend and things went on from there. I told him “to chalk it up to a bad experience and start over”.

Still leaning on me, my hand rubbing his back, shoulder and side, I don’t know what came over me but I brushed my wrist across his rather large now limp dick, like it was an accident and I quickly pulled away, and he grabbed my hand and put it back and said “it felt good keep going”. So things progressed and here I was rubbing and massaging my 18 year old neighbor naked on his couch. Within seconds he was rock hard and I increased my speed and pressure, now I was fully jerking him off. He reached over and grabbed my thigh and began squeezing it, I don’t know why but I let him and didn’t stop it. He leaned into me and said I’ve never done anything like this before, in fact I’ve never done anything before. With that he said he never understood masturbation, just that he liked it but felt it was wrong, I immediately felt home schooling sheltered life gone wrong. He continued to lean in and kissed me. I said we shouldn’t, I’m older than your dad, it isn’t right, he said I’m the only one that’s seen him naked and he needed to get some sexual knowledge and experience that he felt he missed out on. He said he’s known for years that he’s attracted to men, not boys and he often masturbated to those thoughts. Somehow I let him persuade me that it was ok, and we went at it, full fledged, multiple times. He loved it and I’m not ashamed it happened, in fact we now meet regularly after his work is over under the guise of him telling his parents he has to study at the library. He makes me feel 20 again. The best thing is that he finally calls me Mac!