Ben My New Neighbor

Part 3

The opportunity Arises (literally)

Wednesday came it was a rainy day, I was off binging some Netflix show, when the front doorbell rang. Mom answered, and I heard the distinct voice of Ben, I quick hit pause and popped my head over the back of the couch back to see what was up. Ben introduced himself to my mom, and he and mom exchanged in pleasantries, and he mentioned that he has already met me. Then he explained he accidentally locked himself out of the house as he ran out in the rain to get the mail. He said he couldn’t believe the door closed and locked behind him and that he checked all the other doors and windows and couldn’t find one open. He asked if we had any tools that he could try to get back in before Jack came home, I glanced at my watch to see that it was still hours before Jack got back, if he was unsuccessful maybe he’d spend some time here I’m sure I could fire up the playstation or something. I know mom was dying to ask him more questions, but she knew better as now was not the time to pry in his time of distress. She over looked toward me, Ben saw my head propped up on the back of the couch as he gave a wave and a smile, and asked if I could help find Ben some helpful tools. Of course I jumped up eager to help, as he smiled again at both of us and offered up his thanks, as we headed through the pouring rain into the garage, we shimmied past my mustang to the back of the garage where my tool box was and then we headed over to his house in the rain after waiting a bit to see if it would let up, we talked a little about my little mustang, after a while we just went for it, with a hammer, screwdriver, and putty knife, we made the dash for it and tried a few of the first floor windows with no luck as we could barely reach them. I tried to pry the basement window free with no luck then realized neither of us would probably fit anyway. Just then I noticed a second floor window raised about an inch or two, and suggested I grab my dad’s ladder and try to make our entrance through it. Ben agreed but the flimsy ladder barely reached and he wasn’t sure it would support him, I told him I was willing to try, and after a short soaking wet argument he agreed, but he insisted on holding it steady for me at the bottom.

The wet aluminum rungs on my wet rubber soled sneakers was slippery, I was sure Ben felt the ladder shake with my nerves as I shimmied up and tried to raise the over painted, stuck wet sash, it took both hands to get about six or seven inches clearance, I looked down at sopping wet Ben and told him I’d try to climb in but thought it might be useless. I turned my head sideways got my shoulders under the sash and somehow the leverage against the bottom of the window gave me some additional inches as it slid slightly higher. I slid my arms in one at a time as my ass was getting colder and wetter outside with the wet sheeting rain down on me now. On my stomach, over the sill, I reached for the floor as my larger ass cheeks slowly worked through the small opening. Suddenly I was free and slithered to the floor, my clothes leaving a puddle of water, as I attempted to stand on the hardwood floor and my sneakers squeaked against the wet wood.

I glanced around, got my bearings, stuck my hand out the window and gave Ben a success wave, when soon I realized I was in their master bedroom. Before me stood their bed slightly ruffled as if made hurriedly, some dirty clothes on the floor seemingly only inches from what appeared to be a hamper outside a bathroom, I giggled as I thought mine was so similar, typical guys I guess. Now my mind is wandering, “the sex bed”, what goes on there? “The bathroom” where dual showering must occur, the dirty clothes, I couldn’t resist, though Ben probably thought I got lost, I picked up a pair of briefs and held them to my nose as I squeezed my dick through my wet shorts before dropping them back down and heading down the hall to the stairs. When I got to the bottom, and opened the front door there was sopping wet Ben, droplets of water flying as came through the door, he spun his head back and forth like a wet dog getting the wet drops in my face, as I raised my hand to block them we both laughed. He apologized profusely, as he pulled off his shirt and somewhat wiped his face in the dripping wet shirt, he entered the foyer and I apologized as a puddle was gathering under me on the tile entryway. Ben just laughed as he ran up the stairs past me and told me to follow him. Where once again I was back in the master bedroom, of course my dick now growing, as he tossed me a towel and after drying his own hair went into a dresser and tossed me a pair of loose fitting sweat shorts and a muscle T-shirt. Ben continued to dry himself as he picked up the dirty briefs off the floor, yes the ones I just sniffed, and with his back toward me he slid his soaked shorts off exposing his beautiful perfectly shaped butt cheeks, after a few towel wipes, he bent over lifted a leg and stepped into those briefs, briefly exposing what I thought I saw his pink pucker, as he pulled them up to his waist and jerked his ass backwards allowing his package in and enabling him to adjust as he turned back toward me. I turned away dropping my own shorts (as I too was commando today) and tried to dry myself extra hard hoping my now raging hard on could be hidden in those loose fitting shorts. I know Ben was talking to me, but I wasn’t sure what he was actually saying as I knew he was watching my ass now, I know he just had to be, as I thought about his playing footsie with me and the looks and innuendos over the past few weeks. I tried to get my feet into the shorts without bending exposing my hole, but lost my balance falling sideways into the hamper. Ben with what I now see with either a good woody going or a very large package, rushed to my aid as he reached down to help me stand. Ok, he sees my hard dick for sure now but seems to be cool with it and ignores it all, as I quick pull up the shorts. I opt to leave the muscle shirt on the floor and go bare chested as he was. He gathers up the small pile of our wet clothes and we return to the basement where he tosses them into the dryer saying it shouldn’t be too long to dry two pairs of shorts and two t-shirts. He popped open a small mini fridge offered me a drink and began thanking and joking with me about the antics we just went through with being locked out.

He offered to spot me for a few reps on his weight bench, which since we had time to kill, seemed like a good thing, oh hell just being around this hunk was enough for me. I called mom, told her we made it inside and we were drying our clothes and I would hang over Ben’s house for a while down in his weight room.

I laid on the weight bench under the bar, as tried to check the weight to see if I could handle it, he stepped into his spotting position, I couldn’t help but see the bulge in those fairly tight briefs, unless they were a tight fitting work out shorts, at this point I really didn’t know, nor did I care. I began my lift and quickly lost balance as he quickly stepped further over my head, grabbing the bar and placing it back down. He suggested we swap places so he could show me proper hand placement and his technique to follow through the lift. He lay down and I moved to the spotters position, he placed his hands, all the while explaining to me what he was doing, but all I heard was waaaah, waaaah, waaaah, waaah. As I stood ready to grab the bar should it be needed, my legs slightly bent in the ready. Ben now, very obviously looking up the baggy legs of my shorts, what does he see? I can only imagine, was this a planned thing? I mean not the locked door, but this opportunity, again, my hormone filled dick begins its growth at the attention I believe it is getting. Then Ben’s satisfied face says it all, but he makes no mention, he places the bar in the cradle and his right hand touches my leg as he gently massaged it up and down, gradually getting higher as my dick responds. It felt both wrong and right but I made no attempt to stop him either as I place my hands on the bar in front of me, kick my ass back slightly, and his second hand begins traveling up my other leg. Both of his hands finally meet in the baggy saggy crotch of those cut off sweat shorts, until one graps my balls tenderly, and the other reaches up for the shaft. My head drops, I lay the weight of my chest onto the bar and let my hands wander through the perfect set of his tanned abs, my fingers following the ridges and bumps, my face only 12 or so inches off his chest, his perky nipples begging to be touched as I move upward to feel them, soft and tender compared to the leather like texture of his pecks, but only for a moment, when I feel my loins tense with pleasure, my moans and groans as I spread my feet further apart on the floor, his arms now up to his elbows in my shorts, as he continues to stare up those legs. I finally get the courage after seeing his bulge growing in those briefs, I reach out and cup it in my hand, I feel his warm hot semi soft dick even through that thin material and feel a wet spot as well. That’s all it took I unloaded the biggest cum wad of my life, most of it into the shorts but some dripped down my leg as his fingers massaged any remainder into my softening dick and ball sack. The smile on his face said it all as he closed his eyes and slightly bit his tongue and unloaded his own load in his briefs, the hot hot body liquid oozed through the material as I continued to work some of it into a frothy lather, before he pulled away and I stood, slightly embarrassed saying I had to leave.

I quickly moved toward the stairs as he stood and called out “wait”, but I was up the stairs grabbing my sneakers and out headed for my house, it was still raining quite hard, in the front door I went, and up the stairs to my room, again shutting the door with my back as I slowly slid to the floor wondering what just happened. I sat there motionless and silent for what seemed an eternity. Thoughts tossed and turned in my head as the guilt of what I had just done kept me second guessing myself. This guy was a married man, IS a married man. Did I make him cheat? Did he cheat with me? How could I let this happen, even though it wasn’t my entire fault, but what if it was? Damn I was so conflicted.

So how will I ease my mind, and what's the relationship now. still interested?

To be continued (Soon)