Brief Encounters Anthology
Chapter 14
The Car Washer
On a warm afternoon, I was riding my Peloton bike in the back room of my house. My name is Louis, and I am 28 years old. I work from home managing my sister's business. My build is slender, with a bit of muscle. I try to stay lean so all the hot guys would be interested in me. My face is clean-shaven to look young, and I have sea-blue colored eyes.
While on my bike, I heard voices coming from my neighbor's driveway. One of the voices I recognized was my lovely neighbor, Julia. The other voice, on the other hand, I didn't recognize. I knew it wasn't her husband's voice because his voice was deeper.
Julia was 28, the same age as me. She and her husband, Robert, moved into the neighborhood two years ago. They are a lovely couple. Julia nabbed herself a good-looking, strong husband. Robert was 6'2, with a muscular build. He had a thick black beard with a comb-over fade. I had to admit, if I had a man like that, I would also marry quickly. From what I remembered, the two had been dating for a little over a year before Robert got down on one knee.
My love life was non-existent at the moment, with my last relationship being over a year ago. I didn't dwell on it; I liked the comfort of being alone. However, I still hook up with guys at the bars or clubs I frequented. One time, I even hooked up with a guy who worked at the Target down the street. My mother claimed that I would die alone if I never found a man to marry. Perhaps she was right, but right now, I was happy being alone.
A lot of guys these days aren't even my type.
As I rode my Peloton bike, I saw from the corner of my eye, Julia walking down her driveway. She approached the silver-colored pickup truck that belonged to Robert, and then the couple drove off.
The alarm on my phone went off, telling me my 45 minutes were up. I turned off the television and headed to the kitchen. Over the sink, I poured a glass of water and drank from it. A noise startled me.
The noise came from Julia's house.
I looked through the window but couldn't see anything because of the wooden fence. I turned my head to check if the truck was in the driveway; it was not. Perhaps she had parked further up the street, and I simply couldn't see it.
Either way, I disregarded the noise and went upstairs to my bedroom.
My bedroom window looked over Julia's driveway, and part of the backyard was visible. When the couple would have parties, I would simply close the window.
In my bedroom, I stripped the sweaty clothes from my body and looked for a fresh pair of underwear to wear after my shower. My dresser was next to the window. When I approached it, I noticed someone in Julia's driveway. The young man approached the black SUV and opened the doors. In his hand, he carried a hose to a vacuum cleaner. The next thing I heard was the sound of him vacuuming the interior of the SUV.
I had never seen this young man before. He appeared to be in his early 20s, perhaps even younger. He had a slender build and the same mocha-colored skin as Julia. Perhaps they were related. His hair was black with a thick mustache and goatee combo. He wore a white sleeveless shirt and blue basketball shorts.
Whoever he was, he was cute.
I decided to text Julia to find out who he was. It was clear she hired him, but the young man was gorgeous. I wouldn't mind him working on my truck.
Through the window blinds, I watched him move around the vehicle, thoroughly vacuuming. First, he removed the carpet mats from the vehicle and vacuumed them. Next, he dusted the inside of the vehicle and vacuumed the carpeted floors. I had to admit, I enjoyed watching him work. In the trunk of the SUV, he cleaned it thoroughly. He was on his knees as he did so, which gave me the perfect shot of his little toned ass.
My gazing at this fine man caused my cock to grow in size. I couldn't steer my eyes away from him. But I did when Julia texted back with my answer. "Oh! That's my younger brother, Omar. He needed some cash and offered to wash my car."
"Omar," I whispered to myself. I had a name, but the question was, what was I going to do with it? The kid was doing a good job of cleaning the car, and aside from him looking fine as hell, I wouldn't mind having the same service for my truck.
I didn't text her back. Instead, I continued to stare through the blinds as the young Omar worked on his sister's SUV.
Omar finished vacuuming the car.
But the next thing he did took me by surprise.
Omar put the vacuum away and grabbed the water hose. There were two buckets of water beside him; one was soapy, while the other had clean water. The classic two-bucket car washing technique. Omar put on some music and then removed his white sleeveless shirt. The thin body looked good under the sunlight. His perfectly tan skin exposed his muscular body. Perfectly shaped pectoral muscles, biceps, and triceps were visible, as well as his well-defined back. There was no sick pack on his hairless stomach because it was flat.
The typical skinny boy's body.
The sight alone had me more aroused. I could feel precum rising to the entrance of my urethra.
Omar tossed the white shirt on the back porch, then undid the shoestrings of his shorts. My heart began to beat faster as I wondered what he was planning. Omar pulled down his shorts. A navy-colored speedo covered his two perfectly shaped buttcheeks; the swimwear hugged his lower body well.
My mouth fell agape.
Normally, a man of Omar's age would wear boxer briefs or boxers, so I couldn't believe he was wearing speedos. I wondered if he was a swimmer. He was so comfortable wearing them that it seemed he didn't care if anyone saw him. Something else intrigued me; he had no tan line, which told me he wore them often.
"He had to be a swimmer," I whispered to myself.
The sight of Omar working in a speedo sent blood flowing to my cock. I sat on a chair and watched Omar get to work.
For the next twenty minutes, I watched the young man wash his sister's car. The entire time, I held a firm grip on my erection, slowly stroking myself. I felt a twinge of guilt doing it, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I especially loved the parts where he bent over to wash the lower part of the vehicle.
The sight of Omar's bulge was enough to make me want to cum.
Unfortunately, I felt dread because I knew the view was coming to an end. I wish I had thought about recording it. But then again, I would feel further guilt recording him without his permission.
Curse my moral compass!
Omar finished washing the vehicle and dried it. The music turned off, and he walked onto the back porch, leaving my view. I was close to climax.
With Omar out of view, I decided that I would finish in the shower. However, Omar reappeared in the window of the back room--which happened to be the laundry room. The washing machine was in front of the window. I watched him, eager for his next move.
Omar opened the lid of the washer and put his clothes inside, then he peeled off his Speedo and tossed it inside. My vision didn't fail me as I saw the young man's flaccid uncut cock and balls as if it were a few feet away from me. Omar was shaved down there. I didn't even realize that I had gone back to stroking my cock. I continued to stare as he poured the detergent into the washer. Then I came.
Five intense shots of cum shot out and splattered all over my window blinds.
Omar started the machine and then left.
That young man had a spell on me.
After my shower, I put on a pair of briefs and approached the bedroom window, hoping to see Omar. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. I sighed and put on the rest of my clothes, which were a pair of black soccer shorts and a pink tank top.
