I could not believe my eyes when I saw our new neighbor. He was a dream. His tall frame was accentuated with well-formed muscles. He wasn't overly brawny, just right. I could see his arms ripple under the t-shirt he was wearing as he carried the boxes from the moving truck into the house. His Lycra bike shorts really hugged his ass nicely too I noticed whenever he bent over to pick up another box. I was caught in my daydreaming when I heard my mother, "Jonathon, why don't you go over there and offer to help him instead of just sitting here staring?"
GOD! Caught by my mother. It's a good thing she can't read my mind. It wouldn't do for her to know her 18-year-old son was fantasizing about sucking off the new neighbor. I hadn't told my parents yet that I was gay. I guess I'm gay. I have only been with one other man and never any girls. It's just something about the masculine form of a man that really gets me hot. And this one moving in next door was doing more than just getting me hot. My cock was already tingling. Maybe mom had a good idea for once. I could at least go over and help. It would be hoping against all hope that he would be gay too.
I walked over and trying to appear nonchalant said, "Need a hand with those?"
He was looking into the back of the truck and didn't hear me walk up. He jumped and spun around. His quick movements caught me off guard and I squealed. "I'm sorry," he said in a sexy deep voice. "I was lost in thought. I didn't hear you come up behind me." His eyes seemed to go over me from head to toe.
"No. It's my fault," I said. I shouldn't have snuck up like that. "I'm Jonathon, from next door," I said extending my hand. "But you can call me Jon."
"Rico," he said taking mine. "But you can call me anything you want," he said with a wink. "Now what were you saying before we both jumped out of our skin," he said as he smiled at me.
I hope I didn't look as dazed as I really was. Now that I heard his name I did notice his dark complexion. I released his hand saying, "AH, I was, uh, just saying, asking that is, if you would, uh, like some help with those boxes."
"That would be great. Moving is always such a pain in the ass. I could use an extra set of muscles to help out," he said, still looking me over.
"Have you moved a lot?" I asked as he handed me a box.
"More than my fair share," he answered as he walked behind me towards the house with a box of his own. "Just set it down anywhere over there," he said pointing towards several boxes at the foot of the stairs. I set my down next to them, reading the labels on some as I did. Most of them said bedroom or bathroom. One said "TOYS" in big letters.
"Oh, you have kids?" I remarked somewhat dejected, thinking if he had kids, he probably had a wife.
"No.? Why do you ask?" he asked as he turned to see what might have prompted the question. He laughed as he saw the box I was looking at. "OH!! Those are MY toys," he explained. I didn't understand what he meant. I was thinking it over as we walked back out to get more boxes. He handed me one that said "MOVIES" and told me to put it in the living room.
As I walked into the living room and set the box down, the top came open. I was trying to close it when I read one of the movie titles; "Blow Job Bonanza." Now that sounded like my kind of movie. I hurried to get the box closed before he saw that I was looking at his movies. I didn't want him thinking I was some kind of pervert, snooping through his stuff.
We hauled boxes for the rest of the afternoon between bringing them inside then taking some upstairs. He had a lot of stuff. From what I could see it was all his. I didn't see anything that looked like it belonged to a female or anything. I watched him as we moved. He was older than me by quite a bit. I would guess mid thirties. He had lots of weights and gym equipment. That explained how he stayed in such great shape. As we were hauling one of his machines into the basement I commented, "You have a lot of work out stuff."
"Yeah, I like to work out and stay in shape. I never have time to go to a gym so I set up my own at home."
"I wish I had somewhere to work out. We have a weight room at school but I don't like to go there."
"Feel free to come over here anytime and work out," he offered.
"Are you serious?" I asked not believing my luck. "I wasn't hinting at an invitation or anything," I added meekly, suddenly ashamed of my bad manners.
"No problem," he replied. "I would love to have someone to work out with. It gets to be boring when I do it by myself ALL the time."