Charles woke the next morning hornier than ever. He couldn't get the image of his neighbor on his coffee table getting fucked by his robotic lover out of his mind. His hand would slip down to his cock and idly rub his bulge before he caught himself. By noon his balls were as blue as robin's eggs. He knew he had to take action.
He was knocking on his neighbor's door before he knew what he was doing. He waited patiently at the front door, his mouth dry with nervousness. He didn't know what to say. When the door opened to reveal Jeremy in a tee shirt and shorts, he did the only thing that came natural. He stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Charles. Your neighbor."
Jeremy eyed the hand before taking it in his. Charles's hand engulfed Jeremy's. "I'm, um, Jeremy." Jeremy felt Charles's eyes on him. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Jeremy looked into Charles's face. He saw the warm friendly face of a butch man, a straight man that watched sports, drank beer and fucked pussy. "Nice to meet you."
Charles held onto Jeremy's hand, fighting the urge to pull Jeremy into his arms and taking him right then and there. "I just wanted to introduce myself. Maybe we could grab a pizza and beer or something and get to know each other." Charles ran his thumb over the back of Jeremy's hand, feeling how soft it was.
"Yeah, that would be great." Jeremy pulled his hand back. Charles reluctantly let go. "I'm pretty busy with work, but maybe one Friday or Saturday." Jeremy slipped back behind the safety of his door. "I do need to get back to some work I brought home with me." Charles knew it was a lie. He had watched Jeremy sitting on the couch watching television. "It was nice meeting you."
Charles began formulating a plan the moment the door shut in his face. He walked away, his cock hard and pointing down his leg. He hoped Jeremy took notice of the bulge. The man was timid and shy with a secret dirty side that Charles was going to get to know intimately along with his body.
Charles now had a name to the man he had been watching. He couldn't stop thinking of Jeremy now that he had seen him up close. He found himself going into the spare room to spy on Jeremy sitting on his couch, hoping he'd catch him in the act. It was just after dinner that he saw Jeremy getting ready for quality time with his mechanical lover.
He saw Jeremy in his robe, pouring himself a glass of wine. It was just a matter of time. Charles jumped in the shower, then pulled on a stringers tank top and a pair of tiny running shorts over one of his favorite jocks. He waited in his perch till he saw Jeremy bring out his toy, then rushed quickly over to Jeremey's before he started.
He pounded hard on Jeremy's door. His heart was racing. His cock was throbbing. He was unsure if Jeremey would answer the door, that maybe he had already started. He was about to turn away and head back to watch from the safety of his house when the door opened. There stood Jeremy in his loosely tied robe. "Hey, Charles, can I help you?"
Charles went into automatic. "Hey, Jeremy. I thought we could order a pizza and hang out." Before Jeremy could object, he pushed past Jeremy and into the house, pushing past Jeremy. "Man, you have a nice place." He began looking around, moving further and further in.
