My neighbors had recently moved out. They were a nice couple, I was almost sad to see them move. I live in a smaller suburb city, their vacant house being close to mine. The day came when the "sold" sign was finally put on the lawn, and I was curious to see who my new neighbors might be.
A car pulled in one day out of the blue, followed by a truck, and two guys got out and began moving in their stuff. I step outside my house frequently, mostly to smoke (weed or the occasional cig) and I was outside this day, heading back in when I noticed them. I waved hi and smiled, and they both smiled back, looking at me at the same time. I felt a little awkward, not knowing if I should say more, so I just continued inside, smiling stupidly the whole time. I swear I saw/heard them giggle, but I just went inside and went about my day.
iI kept wondering what they'd be like. I was hoping for a house full of single girls, but the two guys seemed nice enough. And then I began to wonder, wait, is it just them living there? Are they buddies, room mates or... something more? And they did give off a bit of a gay vibe. But how would I know that? Aren't you supposed to be gay to have gaydar. I'm not gay. I mean, I've had my share of curious thoughts, fantasies, but... is it possible a gay couple could've moved within feet of my house? What if they... did stuff in there? I began to feel hot, a tightness in my throat. My cock twitched in my pants, coming to life a bit. Everything suddenly felt to surreal. But I managed to continue my day, pushing those strange, new thoughts away.
For a few days, the house was silent, and then the two guys arrived, and it seemed they were fully moved in. One day, a peaceful day off work, the start of my weekend, I was outside in my garage, smoking a pipe (of weed). I was sort of hidden away, but my garage door was still open, I could hear the sounds around me. That's when I heard the back door of my neighbor's house creak open, and the sounds of the two guy's voices could be heard.
They were both talking, in soft voices, about this and that surrounding the house and neighborhood. It was hard to make out exactly what they were saying. And then for a minute, the two voices went quiet. I heard a burst of laughter, and then very subtly, the sound of kissing. Definitely kissing. It only lasted for a few seconds, before a soft bang (was one of them pushed up against something)? Oh god, I suddenly felt hot all over again, frozen in my tracks. The back door creaked open again, and the two guys crept back into the house.
Well, they are definitely a gay couple. I suddenly felt my cock begin to pulse, coming to life, throbbing harder in my pants. To think, just behind those walls, they are possibly making out right now. And... oh god. I began to stroke myself through my sweats. And, maybe they're taking each other's clothes off. And.. (I imagined the two of them, their lean muscles, the two of them kissing and touching, so close to me). It wasn't long until I was throbbing hard. I couldn't help it. I dashed into my house, hiding my boner with my hands. I half turned towards their house. It looked quiet. Yeah... looked.
I went into my bathroom, shutting the door, and pulled my pants down. My cock was so hard, red hot too, I'd never seen so much precum leaking from my cock. I began to stroke myself, moaning, imagining what could be happening in the house next door. Such wild thoughts, fantasies, that I'd covered up, now only walking distance away from me. It didn't take long before I was feeling my body, moaning, shooting cum all over. And I felt almost out of breath after such an intense orgasm, taking a few moments to steady myself against my bathroom counter.
I did my best to relax, and ignore the situation after finishing up. Going back to my day, playing some video games. To me, it was just another intense jack off session. Nothing would ever come of it. They're their own couple, I'm just a neighbor. That's all, we'll just be friendly and wave. But, later in the night, I began to feel that curiosity again. Going out to smoke, enjoying the night air, there were lights on inside the house. I couldn't hear or see anything, I could only imagine what was going on. But I tried not to think about it too much. They deserved neighborly privacy, as I drifted off to sleep eventually.
The next day, around the start of evening, I stepped outside to smoke a bowl. I didn't have much planned for the night. Unexpectedly, my neighbors were in their backyard. They had a table set up (did they just put that up) and it seemed like they were drinking something. I waved and smiled, trying to creep into my garage, or behind it, to smoke. It didn't work. Somehow one of them spotted the bowl in my hand.
"Want to come over and share that?" he asked, giggling, his "friend" smacking his arm playfully, also laughing.
"Oh?" I looked down at the bowl in my hand. I felt myself blushing too. Had I ever blushed before? I had to make a quick decision. Do I blow them off (hmmm) and go smoke solo, continuing to live in my fantasies, or go share it, and see... what happens.
"Sure," I heard the words come out of my mouth before I even decided. I went around their gate and towards their back yard, and it felt like my body was moving automatically. I could feel their gaze on me as I walked towards them, I felt like I would faint if my body wasn't pulling me forward. I sat down (opposite them) and placed the bowl on the table, shyly looking at my new neighbors.
"Hi," the guy on my left said, extending his hand. "I'm Michael." I shook his soft hand, smiling. And then the other guy reached his hand out.
"And I'm Will," he smiled too, extending his hand. His grip was firmer, softly squeezing my hand as he shook it, looking at my face.
"I'm Ty-Tyler," I choked out, my voice cracking. This caused Michael and Will to look at each other and giggle, a smile growing on my face as well.
"So, how long have you lived here? Oh," Will pointed towards my bowl. "Feel free to light that up. We love to smoke." I obliged, putting the pipe towards my lips.
"I've lived here... (suddenly it was hard to think) about 2, 2 and a half years." I softly puffed on the bowl, exhaling the smoke, and passing it to Michael.
"How's the neighborhood?" Michael asked, smiling, before lighting the bowl and taking a long drag. "Mmm, this is good stuff," he said, gently handing the bowl to Will.
"It's good, ha, just another neighborhood like the rest, I guess," I said, hoping my answer was ok.
