[[So I was supposed to update a couple of days ago, but the longer draft suddenly went bonkers and wasn't saved in the servers so I had to write it again. This chapter is shorter, sorry about that!
All characters are over 18, and will be indulging in male-male sexual scenarios. Click away if that's not your, well, glass of lemonade. Enjoy!]]
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Greg couldn't keep still when he reached home. His rection wasn't going down anytime soon, but he didn't feel like jacking off.
What he needed was a warm mouth or a tight slutty hole to fuck. He got even more frustrated realizing he knew nobody aside from her crazy ex-wife, and hell would have to freeze over before she contacts her for a booty call.
Growing restless, he paced around the sparse living area while waiting for his furniture to be delivered. Soon, his phone rang but his frustration was amplified when the movers said they'd need up to two days before his items could be sent to him. Greg thanked the caller and ended the call before grunting loudly. He'd need to find a motel tonight. He refused to sleep in his sleeping bag again. This was supposed to be a grand time being single, not an uphill battle of solitude.
He decided to stop by Scott's and Cody's house to let them know he'll be out for the next few nights. As he stood in front of their porch, his dick stirred. What if Cody was breeding Scott's massive ass again? Would they be doing it on their couch? He secretly wished they were fucking at that moment, but winced at the thought. He's straight, and whatever's going on with his gay neighbors shouldn't concern him.
When he knocked at the door, a yawning young man opened it. His brown hair was still unruly and was wearing a white shirt and green pajamas. The boy didn't look like either of his neighbors.
"Can I help you, mister?"
"Ah, I'm Greg. I just moved in next door. Are Scott and Cody home?"
Even though Greg was at least three inches taller than him, the young man sized him up before responding. "No, I'm watching the house for them. Do you want to come in?"
Greg was taken aback by how unbothered this young man was. Nobody in their right mind would ask a stranger to just enter their house. Greg knew he wouldn't rob the place, but this boy should still be wary of others, no matter how safe Sunny Dale might look.
"Uh, there's really no need. I was just about to--" Greg started by was quickly interrupted.
"Just leave your shoes outside. It's Cody and this Asian thing." the man said as he walked further inside the house. Greg raised his eyebrow and stood awkwardly in front of an open door. After a few beats, he finally decided to step inside and close the door after removing his shoes.
He watched the kid grab a piece of toast and poured the same lemonade that Cody brought him yesterday. Greg surmised the boy is around his late teens or early twenties, but didn't look like Cody or Scott to be related to them. Must be a housesitter of sorts.
"Have you had breakfast already?" the boy spoke, pushing his plate of toast towards him.
Greg nodded and smiled. "Yeah. Look, thanks for the offer, but I really should..." his voice trailed off when he saw the young man grab another glass and pour lemonade before offering it to him.
"At least have some lemonade. Cody makes the best one out of the village. You should try it, mister."
"Yeah, they brought some yesterday." Greg smiled appreciative lay and accepted the drink before gingerly sipping. The young man observed him closely, which made him a bit uncomfortable.
"Sweet, isn't it? Cody's lemonade makes me feel happy inside." the young man said with a dreamy expression. Greg nodded in agreement as he took another sip. Indeed, Cody's lemonade was refreshing, albeit a bit too sweet. More importantly, drinking it makes him feel warm... or maybe he was just aroused? He wasn't too sure.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
The man laughed loudly. "That's because I didn't give it to you, silly. My name's Nick. How old are you, mister?"
"I'm 32. And... you?" he stammered. Greg ran out of words for some reason, so he decided to return the question.
"I just turned 19 last month." the young man said as he took two steps closer to him. "Now that we know each other's names, maybe we can get to know each other more." Nick said, a sly smile on his lips.
"What?" Greg was visibly confused, but the young man continued slowly inched towards him.
"So Greg, are you a daddy?" Nick's voice was suddenly low and alluring.
Greg blushed. The man in front of him was obviously flirting with him. He stared at Nick's luscious pink lips that were made moist by the drink. He could almost picture Nick's mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock.
His perverted thought was constantly stirring his manhood, and the skimpy gym shorts he was wearing was becoming tighter.
"Uh... no, I'm divorced... So uh... No kids..." Greg continued stuttering as he tried to look away. Nick chuckled and placed his warm hand on Greg's left shoulder.
