Mike is my new Neighbor

I’m 58 years old, I lost my wife of 33 years 2 years ago, she was my high school sweetheart. I was married at 23 right out of college. Today I’m in decent shape about 5’10, 170 pounds (+/-), blue eyes, brown hair but don’t want to admit it but slowly graying. I keep fit, and admittedly, I please myself daily, more and more with the abundance of internet gay porn. I often think about how different my life would have been had I not been a chicken and got out of the gay stigma of the day.

 I became a dad to my first born son at 24, he now lives out of state with his beautiful wife and 3 great kids, and unfortunately I only get to see them once or twice a year. We talk more regularly now that his mom is gone, he is genuinely concerned for me. I love their kids, now in their teens, but I have missed so much of their lives, which makes me sad.

 My daughter was born 2 years later, when I was 26. She’s now 31 with a 11 year old son, it was a shotgun wedding to her deadbeat ex husband who left her shortly after my grandson David was born. Her ex, now has 3 more kids with 3 other women. David has probably only met his father only once or twice in his short life. My daughter works hard to support herself and David, she does ok, she has a great job at the local car dealership in the office. She works 6 days a week, Monday through Saturday 9 to 5. Lately, my daughter has been pushing me to get back into the dating scene, although I have no desire to do so, she means well but I can’t bring myself to admit to her it’s never ever really been my thing.

 I was always faithful to my wife, I loved my family but something was always missing. Today I live in a closeted life, I guess I always had secret desires for men, but I never followed through on them. In our later years, intimacy was somewhat missing, I guess we were both guilty of that. Her sudden death caused me great grief and guilt.

 I still work at a good job at a office, I’ve been there for 33 years, I have seniority, and good pay. It’s a  Monday through Friday 8 to 5 job,  with weekends off. My grandson David always spent every Saturday with my wife (when she was alive) and I, and now he’s just with me alone, while my daughter worked. I was the primary male figure in his life and thoroughly enjoyed his company and dotting on him. My daughter usually dropped him off at 7, we’d watch some TV while we eat some breakfast, then usually the first few hours of our day were spent doing yard work or household chores, then we’d head for lunch out, and some playful activities, just he and I, we’d get home by 4, clean up, and his mom would either pick him up by shortly after 5 or 6 unless they stayed with me for dinner. Admittedly she used to stick around more when her mom was still alive, but now when she stays, it’s usually take out food and her nagging me to get out and meet some women, and her telling me I’m still a desirable virile young man. She hates to see me alone.

 Last Saturday, a hot September morning, David and I spent the morning in the yard. We began by trimming my new neighbor’s hedge that bordered my driveway. Mr. Rodgers the former neighbor always kept it meticulously trimmed, he was an older man and we got along well, but we didn’t ever dare touch his precious hedge. Anyway I told David what we were going to do this day, and he got a scared look on his face saying, but that’s Mr. Rodgers hedge. I explained Mr. Rodgers had moved out and the new people probably haven’t had time to take care of it, so we would just help them along as a friendly neighbor and take care of the top and our side. We clipped, raked and edged the grass all along the driveway. I noticed Mike, the new neighbor, that I casually met a few times checking us out from the living room window. He seemed friendly enough, probably in his mid to late 20’s. Anyway we cleaned up and headed lunch and then to the park to toss the baseball around like usual.

 We finished up around 4 and headed back home, I pulled into the driveway, noticed Mike out trimming his side of the hedge, shirtless and tanned. A new grill I ordered was apparently delivered and sitting right in front of my garage, David jumped out to try to move it but his 11 year old frame just wasn’t strong enough. As I put the car in park to get out and help him, Mike jumped over the hedge and helped him move it, as I put the car back in drive and pulled it into the garage. As I exited the car Mike and Dave were introducing themselves to each other as they even created a secret handshake, it was like they were already old friends. I immediately thought this guy who seemed to be single would make a good prospect for my daughter, David’s mom.

 As we all talked I sure began to notice this man, like I never did before, all tan, smooth chest and arms and muscled, blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing only short, short frayed cut off jeans shorts with a bit of a bulge going on inside, and fine blonde fuzzy leg hair running out of the short leg holes, cascading down his thighs.

 Just then my daughter pulled in the drive, I introduced them, and after a brief conversation she and Dave excused themselves and headed home. Mike asked if he could help me assemble the grill, and I welcomed his offer, as I’m not so mechanically inclined. Together we carried it to the yard and began unpacking the box and all its parts all spread out on my back deck. It’s the first time we actually spent time together and talking, we learned a lot about each other, our families and jobs, we seemed to hit it off well, that is with him assembling with tools and me identifying and handing him parts, lol. I caught myself marveling at his chiseled yet sweaty features and for the first time even fantasizing about him, hell I was really getting horny, yet this guy was younger than my son and probably my daughter too. Damn where was my mind going?

 We finished and I offered him a beer, he accepted, we continued talking, he asked what my plans for the old grill were, and he offered to take it off my hands. We carried it over to his house, and headed back to mine to finish the beers. Turns out he’s single, no steady girlfriend, wrapped up in fixing up his new first house, furnishing it and his job. He moved in from out of state after getting transferred to his new upscale position. He got a call and a few texts and suddenly said he had to leave, so I invited him over for tomorrow’s late football game and a BBQ on the new grill, and he graciously accepted insisting on bringing the beer. He stood shook my hand and quickly turned to head back home, not before I noticed a distinctive outline bulge in those shorts of his. I couldn’t help but watch that tight little ass as he walked away, realizing my own bulge popping in my shorts. I quickly went inside and fantasized about Mike and me, as I had the best pressure release orgasm sitting naked on my couch. Damn here’s a guy less than half my age making me horny as hell.

 A while later I was sitting on my front porch, I noticed a car pull into Mikes drive, some guy got out headed for his door, Mike gave him slight but seemingly affectionate hug after a moment or two as they disappeared into his house. Oddly a few minutes later the guy left seemingly in a huff, as Mike chased him to the car trying to stop him, obviously distressed. I could hear him apologizing as the guy threw the car in reverse and zipped up the road spinning the wheels as he swayed back and forth. Mike walked back toward is front door dejectedly. I could only wonder or speculated what that was all about.

 The next afternoon, true to his word, Mike was at my door with a rather large assortment of craft beers as we headed to the back deck, the grill and my 55 inch TV on the outdoor bar. It was a beautiful afternoon and the evening was supposed to be even better, as we sucked down some beers and I threw some frozen burgers on the grill. Mike was in a stripped polo shirt and loose fitting cargo shorts. We were getting along really fine, I went behind the bar and got some cigars I’ve been saving, as Mike said “now we’re talking” and he moved to the cushioned lounge chair as he sucked that cigar end so sensually, raised one leg, suddenly exposing a perfect view straight down his loose fitting short leg. I had to quickly sit down to conceal my rapidly growing hard on, but something seemed awry, did he notice me checking him out? Damn I hope not. His blue eyes made contact with mine.

 Long story short, the alcohol took over, and Mike reveled he was gay and had a boyfriend for 4 years since high school. Wait…. Since high school……. 4 years…… that would make him 20 at the most……. Oh my god…… I showed some shock, he immediately sobered up a bit apologizing, assuming I took offense at his outing himself. When I apologized and said “no, no trust me I do not have a problem with that.” “It’s your age you must be 21 or so”? He replied he just turned 20. Christ I thought he’s just a kid, but he acts so mature and I told him so. He blushed and said he wished his boyfriend would understand that. Alright, I asked, he explained they lived in an apartment out of state, and he wouldn’t move to the new house and town and Mike’s quickly escalating position and pay. He said he’s been somewhat resenting him the past few years, and it was evident when Mike decided to take the job and move, it became a break up situation. Mike explained his boyfriend stopped last night after a few calls and texts, but as much as Mike claimed to love him, he still refused to grow up and be with him, after being hopeful things might change, it ended badly last night. I admitted to him then, that I saw what went down last night in his driveway and didn’t ever anticipate this as being the story.

 I consoled him and stood and gave him a hug, like a dad to his son, he began to tear up and hug back, and his touch and my feel of his manliness gave me pause to enjoy it as it continued longer than it should have. At some point it went from dad and son to affectionate. I could tell he was struggling with it, but yet on the other hand he had enough of the drama. He was bound and determined to start fresh a new life.

 It was then for some reason I spilled my guts to him, identifying as a closeted gay man living a straight life, and my own desire for companionship. With that realizing we were still embraced in a hug, he squeezed my ass cheeks with his hands and whispered in my ear “I thought so”. We stood there quiet still hugging for a few minutes but it seemed an eternity, while I’m sure we both thought about what we should do next.

 He lifted his head off my shoulder and he looked at my aging face, I looked back, and saw that boyish smooth face, and simultaneously we lessened the gap between us resulting in a mutual kiss. His hands still on my tight ass, my hands on his back just under his shoulder blades feeling the firm muscled flesh under his shirt. Immediately my dick propped itself out rigidly hard as his groin pressed hard against it, he too was hard as our dicks met each other for the first time through the material in our shorts.

 We broke apart and moved to the couch, as I lightened the mood and explained to him that I was hoping to try to set him up with my divorced daughter and her son David, and jokingly commented that I guess that’s out of the question now. We giggled as once again our faces were drawn to each other in another kiss. I hadn’t affectionately kissed any one like that since my wife’s passing, in fact it was even more sensual. His hand moved to my thigh as he slowly began sliding it up and down, eventually slipping his fingers up under the leg opening. It felt so good, no one has touched me as sensually in a very very long time. I was melting in his grasps as he continued to kiss me passionately. My lips parted with his tongue prying at them, as our heads twisted in opposite directions allowing our noses to fit alongside each other’s, as we explored with a repetitive tongue dance, I began biting his lips back and my head thrashed from side to side in passion. He returned my moves or maybe I was returning his, who really knows at this point.

 Before I knew it his hand was up my short leg touching my privates through my boxers, before long I felt skin to skin contact as his hand found the unbuttoned fly. Yes another man had my penis in his hand. The warmth, the hot heat of his mouth on mine, the banging beat of my heart bursting out of my chest, as I moved my hand to his loose fitting cargo shorts. I finally got up the nerve and slid my hand up the open leg hole and made my own initial contact with his scrotum first, it was smooth, a slight fuzzy feeling, I wanted to stop right there and knead it’s softness, and the seemingly huge balls, but I moved to find the prized shaft. With each touch and squeeze his kisses became more violently passionate. Neither us wanted, or had any desire to stop. In fact I stood and led us to my room.

 I tugged at his shirt and struggled to get it off over his broad shoulders and neck, that muscled smooth torso within reach as my head instinctively moved down his neck and he tugged at my shirt, pulling it off my head just as my lips reached his nipple, but like a magnet, as soon as it was off and out of the way my lips went back to that smooth sensitive pink skin making my pants too tight. I began unbuckling my belt and awkwardly trying to step out of my shorts and boxers almost tripping into his chest as I continued to suck those nipples. I’m standing there naked as he reaches to my smooth ass and grabs it as his head bent over the back of my neck kissing it. My hands began anxiously undoing his loose fitting shorts that easily fell to the floor as I finally pushed him to the bed and lay on top of his naked body. My dick was pounding as if it were directly connected to my heart.

 The heat emanating off our bodies combined to create a slight moist sweat that began developing amongst us, making a slight sliding action between our skin as if a lubricant. Our hands roamed over each other, our mouths kissed and licked all over. I moved down toward his very erect, hard and at least 8 inch dick with hesitation, I think I know what I needed to do, yet never ever did it before today, suddenly fear overtook me. Then I felt his hands on my own 6 inch rock hard, thick dick, and I collapsed in relief, now given a slight reprieve from possibly underperforming. I was close and ready to cum, when he stopped and made me rest, while he twirled his fingers over my nipples. I reached down to relieve myself but he stopped me, as he flipped on the bed and began licking my thighs and I finally was forced to face taking his dick into my mouth as I began by licking, and eventually taking the head into my mouth. This was the first dick I’ve seen let alone sucked, it seemed much bigger in fact it was freaking huge in my mouth, I could only tongue it to below the head as I became more confident, I began playing with his tightly packaged balls as they seemed to disappear into his abdomen, leaving an almost empty scrotum. He winced as I applied pressure to the smooth skin just above his sack on his abdomen where those bangers were hiding from me. They slowly popped back into the proper place back in their sack.

 Then I tasted it, a creamy smooth odd taste coming from the slit, at first it made me wince but realized it was the beginning of the end as he held my head to try to stop me, but I pushed my mouth down deeper and wedging my tongue between my lip covering my teeth and the sensitive underside of his shaft, spending extra time just under the rim, he began spurting his creamy youthful boy cum in streams I haven’t personally experienced since I was 15 or 16. I took it all in my mouth as it slid out the sides of my mouth and down his shaft, but so much filled my taste buds as I continued to lick and slobber it around his dick as he continued to keep trying to pull my head off, finally I collapsed on his stomach with his dick still throbbing back and forth with globs of cum on its side, balls and smooth legs.

 He stood and disappeared to the bathroom, returning with only Vaseline that he was able to find, his dick now dangling in a softening state. He asked quite politely as he held out the jar and asked if I could please fuck him. Damn was I hearing correctly? I dreamed of this day but could I actually do this. I explained I would try, but please don’t be disappointed as I’ve never done this before. He replied “well sir you haven’t disappointed me yet”. Those words hit me hard, in reality I’d be fucking a guy younger than my kids as he was closer to my grandsons age, soon he found himself reassuring me, it really was ok, we were both adults, let the guilt trip go. He lay on the bed scooped up some Vaseline lifted his legs and spread it into his crack, concentrating on the hole before taking hold of my limping dick and massaging some of it in on me concentrating on my head as he scooted toward the beds edge, and pulled me into him by the back of my legs until my once again throbbing dick was lined up. I slid it up and down the crack a bit before locating the small crater opening, where I momentarily stopped, and as he held my legs, I pushed down slightly on my dick head, and I pushed in ever so slowly, and he guided me with his hands on the back of my legs. The resistance was greater than I thought… that is…. Until it slid in almost effortlessly and he pulled me in at the same time with a slight grunt out of him. We held there for a few moments and he began pushing my legs back out, then back in, making small strokes, I tried to take his cues, but my brain was racing with the fact I was inside Mike’s ass and his inner membranes were tightly constricted around my dick shaft. I wanted to pound him in and out but I held back until we were both bouncing on the beds edge in unison, my balls banging against his ass, somewhat sticking on each stroke in some of the Vaseline that was on his ass or my balls. Suddenly we were banging, I was pulling his upward facing legs, he was stretching to pull me from my ass cheeks as we were fucking away like I’ve never fucked in my life. I told him I was ready to cum and he pulled me in further, as it was then, I noticed he was hard again and we were both spurting cum, him to his chest, me deep inside his ass. I collapsed in exhaustion onto him, as his legs dropped over the beds edge, my dick slid out of him as I climbed up onto him, and my softening dick slid up next to his ball sack and his cum cemented between us as we kissed and fell asleep.

 Yes I awoke to naked young Mike in my bed, lights all still on, TV out on the deck still playing some infomercial, as I walked around turning everything off, my naked neighbor boy stood with a woody in the bedroom doorway, saying he’s already late for work, was I ready for round 2? I ran to him not letting him change his mind saying yes….yes, I am and we went back to the bed and started all over again.

 This was the start of my new life, instead of finding a suitable guy for my daughter I found one for me, I literally deserved this young kid after all these years and I was there giving him some maturity that he desperately needed. I don’t know where it will end up but I’m going to enjoy it for as long as I can. Now do I tell my kids, and how?