Ben My New Neighbor

Part 2

The Dance" and wishful thinking

After joining them at their picnic table, Jack opened up and told me a bit of their story, turns out they were high school sweethearts, and both were in the closet at the time, Jack explained he was a total nerd, he was bullied, and Ben was the football star “Jock” that came to his defense. Jack is now an executive for a large advertising company in the city, Ben is currently unemployed after they transferred here for Jacks job, Ben used to be a personal trainer at their local gym, with quite a following and customer base as he also worked free lance at other client’s homes as well. Jack jokingly now calls Ben his “house husband”, at that point I sensed a little tension as the two exchanged glances that could kill, it’s the first time I felt tension and a slight uneasiness between the two of them. Ben then asked about me, I explained I just finished high school and was attending state college in September. He asked me about sports, I told him I played baseball and soccer and was an average player in both, I explained I was nothing fantastic, and then he asked if I ever lifted weights, I told him I used to use the weight room at school, but don’t have any at home, and didn’t have any access to any and I haven’t since school ended. I told him I thought about joining a gym, but figured it was my last free summer before heading to college. He then complemented me by telling me I had some nice tone going and with a little more disciplined work, I could firm everything up even more. My mind was saying the firm part, (referring to my dick), of me needed no help right at this particular moment in time. He mentioned he had a nice setup of weights in the basement, so if I ever wanted to “work out” with him, ever, I was more than welcome to join him (he emphasized the word “ever” reputedly). “I sure appreciate that, if you don’t mind, I think I will take you up on that someday” I said. He reached across the table took my hand and told me that Jack hated to spot him in their gym as he isn’t the athletic type, and it would be nice to have me around, and Jack smiled in agreement as he rolled his eyes. Jack then said something like you boys just go at it with a satisfied look of relief on his face. Just then Jack told a story about when he was spotting Ben once, and Jack couldn’t handle the weight that Ben was lifting anyway, so what was the use of spotting him, he said? Jack thought it was senseless and would only result in both of them getting hurt. At that point, Ben just laughed, looked towards me and said “see what I mean”? 

With that I thanked them both and Jack tried to pay me again, as he stood and reached into his back pocket for his wallet, the material on the front of his pants got stretched tightly in doing so, exposing the distinct outline of his dick head in his pants. My own dick began growing one more time, as I refused the money, stood and slid my hands into my pockets trying to conceal my hardness. I said I’d be back tomorrow or so, to clean up around the house, gardens and edging with my weed whacker. They both said it was unnecessary and they both greatly appreciated my kindness, they only wish they could pay me back. Oh the thoughts that went through my head at that time.

I rushed home again threw open the screen door, went past and ignored my mom, who apparently offered me a cool drink that went unnoticed by me. Up the stairs I went, closed my door with my back and elbow of one hand, and I quickly lost my shorts by stretch pulling them off with the other, almost tripping myself as they tangled around my ankles. I slid down to the floor, grabbing my meat and yanking away with fury and hopeful visions of what could be, as I fantasized those two guys. Unaware my head was banging against the door with each pump of my dick in my fist, my breathing was out of control, my eyes were shut tight, and so close to a blossoming fantastic orgasmic release, when I realized my mom was knocking on the door asking if I was ok, and offering up another time once again, the cool drink that was still in her hand. I immediately went limp, lost all sensation of the inhuman volcanic eruption that was mere moments away, pulled myself back together wrapped a towel around my waist as if preparing for a quick shower, then I opened the door half hiding behind it knowing my dick was still slightly poking its way through the towel. She pushed her way in, made her way to, and sat on the bed, as she looked into my eyes and handed me a ice filled glass of cold lemonade, asking if everything was OK. I took it from her, sat or slithered onto an ottoman next to the bed, sitting with my ankles crossed still trying to conceal what was left of my hardness under the towel. She began asking about the new neighbors and began to pry out of me what I possibly knew. I thought to myself MOM I’m sitting here half naked, sweaty, and tired with a limping dick aching for release and She asked if they were just housemates or what their deal was. Horrified that she’ll deny me from being friends if she only knew the truth, I just said I didn’t know, but they seemed nice and they offered me way too much money for helping them out, I told her. She then admired my neighborly refusal to take their pay with a satisfying smile of pride in me, and then left to go about her business, but not before suggesting that she might make and bring them some brownies or cookies one day soon, because she really would like to meet them, after all they are our neighbors. Thinking I ducked that encounter, I headed for another glorious orgasm in the shower, making sure the door was locked, but not until I could muster up my new neighbor’s images and finally wiping my mother’s visit from my mind, it took me a bit longer but the end result was the same.

On Monday afternoon after my shift at the hardware store, I hustled over with our weed whacker in hand, figuring Jack would be home by the time I finished, yup, I was now timing my encounters with those guys now, and Jack, I had his schedule down almost to the minute, but Ben I was still baffled by. As I weed whacked around the house, gardens and foundation, I noticed the basement lights were on, after a slight bend over I could see Ben working out on a weight bench pumping iron, damn he looked hot. I stepped to the side where I knew I was out of his line of sight and I spent more time than I should have at that window, and even went back for a second look later. Sure as shooting, it was almost like he was showing off and putting on a show for me. The sweaty skin covered muscles. I could see the veins in his reddening neck and face. His matted down sweaty blonde hair stuck to his forehead and face. He spread those tight short covered legs apart toward me, toward that window, and then brought his knees back together repeating the motion over and over again as he lifted, open legs…closed legs…open legs… closed….. He had no shirt on, and his tanned muscular chest was glistening with sweat as it heaved up and down filling with air, and deflated with each rep that he did. I couldn’t resist, as I was now kneeling on one knee in front of that window, rubbing my fingers on my dick head poking at the raised leg of my shorts. I felt the pre cum wetting my fingertips as I pushed my whole hand up the leg of my shorts further freeing my shaft and balls. I grabbed my meat and fondled my balls. My dick head was now exposed down and outside of my shorts leg, exposed to the outside air, a few more strokes and it didn’t take long till I spattered the concrete wall alongside that window with my spurting cum, as I closed my eyes and tried to regain my composure and not get caught by the other neighbors or cars passing by. I quick popped my dick back into my shorts still dripping, eying around trying not to get caught. I left my DNA sample dripping down that concrete block wall and scurried away realizing some was also on my leg.

Just then Jack was pulling into the driveway, once again he began friendly waving me over to the car as he extended his hand to shake mine, I quick did a wipe on my shirt hoping all my seed was wiped clean from my hand before grabbing his hand for a handshake. I could only think that hand was so recently drenched in my own cum and now pressed into my neighbor’s hand. He thanked me again as I grabbed the weed whacker and glanced at the ground as I headed for my house. Just then is I was looking down at the ground I noticed an obvious wet area near my dick head in my green shorts, I could only hope to hell he didn’t see it.

I headed to our shed to put the weed whacker away and sat on the mower for a moment when I found myself fantasizing about those boys again. Holy crap, what’s wrong with me? as I stared out the door rubbing my hands up my shorts leg reaching inside once again. My dick instantly responded once again, man I just relieved myself only moments ago, and here I was with a raging hard on once again sitting in my shed. Enough, I shut the door and slipped out of my shorts, standing naked with only the light from the window, I began a royal jerk session, edging myself over and over again. I brought myself to the brink and would stop and ran my fingers tickling up and down the sides of my shaft, or played with my balls before man gripping that meat in my hand and jerking to a full orgasm once again. I fired that cum across the shed hitting the lawn spreader thinking of the irony of fertilizing. I sat naked on the mower admiring and flexing my muscles and thought about how to get Ben to bring up the invitation to work out with him again. Do I just ask him, or just invite myself or wait for him to ask me. Damn I was so conflicted. Then what should I do once I’m there? I mean I’m there to work out, not fantasize or was I letting my dick do all the wishful thinking? What if I get hard while I’m working out, or worse or better what if he makes a move on me? Damn what if I do something stupid?

I got dressed again and yup, I headed for the shower once more, round three here I cum.

Well things are heating up here, what may come next?

To be Continued (very soon)