So I finally had the balls to go to my neighbours house. I had been thinking about the stud, none stop. Visions of him wanking in the garden had been taunting my mind.
Yesterday morning, I went to the shops and picked up a bottle of wine. I thought that I could go next door and welcome him to the neighbourhood, with the bottle.
I wanted to see the stud, not his girlfriend. I thought that I would wait and see if she goes out, leaving him home alone. I kept close watch, waiting to see her leave.
It wasn't until about three o'clock in the afternoon, that I saw her leave. She walked out of her house and went around the corner.
I ran upstairs and quickly got myself ready. I put on a pair of jeans, some that flattered my butt. Pulling on a white t-shirt, I walked into the bathroom. I styled my hair, trying not to make too much effort with it.
I ran back downstairs and went into the kitchen. Taking the bottle of white wine, I turned and rushed into the living area. I grabbed my keys from the coffee table and went for the door.
I stepped out of the house, closed the door and stuffed my keys into my pocket. I stood outside my house for a minute, trying to calm myself.
Now composed, I went to the studs door and gently knocked on it. I was so nervous, my heart was racing. There was no sign of the stud, so I knocked again and made sure that it was louder.
Within seconds, the door was opening. I couldn't keep the smile from my face. I took a deep breath as he opened the door.
"Hi" I said, with a huge smile.
"Hey" he replied.
"I live next door, I thought I'd come and say hi." I announced.
"Yeah, I've seen ya." He said, smiling.
That made my heart skip. Did he mean that he saw me through the window? Maybe I was just being paranoid.
"I don't know if you drink, but I brought this for you." I said, offering him the bottle of wine.
"Wow, thanks dude." He said, taking the wine from me.
"You're welcome." I said, still smiling too much.
"Come in mate." He said, stepping aside.
"Sure." I said, walking into his house.
He closed the door and started walking through the house. From behind him, I couldn't help but eye him up.
He was wearing dark sweatpants that really showed off his toned butt. His tank top was tight, showing every muscle in his back.
I watched his sexy butt, while following him into his kitchen. I quickly averted my eyes when he turned to face me.
"Shall we open this now?' He asked, still holding the wine.
"Sure, I'll have a drink with you." I replied, smiling at him.
"My name is Kyle by the way." He announced, reaching into a cupboard.
"I'm Mark." I replied.
"Nice to meet you mate." He said, looking over his shoulder at me.
He took two glasses from the cupboard and placed them on the counter.
"Do you live alone? I asked, as if I didn't know the answer.
"No, I live with my girlfriend." He said, while pulling the cork out of the wine.
"Cool." I said, not wanting to ask about her.
"She has gone to her friends house." He announced
It eased me a little, knowing that she wasn't going to be back anytime soon.
"Here you go mate." Kyle said, handing me a glass half filled with white wine.
"Thanks." I said taking the glass from him.
"Let's go into the lounge." He said, walking into the hall.
"Ok." I said, following him, once again.
In the lounge, Kyle sat in a chair near the window. I took a seat on the black leather sofa.
The room was decorated beautifully. Impressive when you think that they have only lived there for three weeks. All of the furniture was black. The leather seating was an amazing addition.
"The place looks nice." I said, looking around the room.
"Thanks mate." He replied.
I had to keep looking around the room, keeping my eyes away from Kyle. He was sat back, with his legs open. I could see his package, almost like he was trying to put it on display.
"Do you work?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah, I manage one of the nightclubs." I answered.
"Cool, which one?" He asked.
"The gay one." I said, with a smile.
"That must be fun." He said, smiling back at me.
"Yes, a lot of fun at times." I replied.
"You are gay then?" He asked, obviously already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, I am." I answered.
"I thought so." He said, taking a sip of his wine.
"I'm that obvious?" I asked, giggling a little.
"You have that gay look." He said.
"Like we all look the same." I said, with a cheeky grin.
"Well, you look neat and in good shape, like most of the gays that I have seen." He explained.
"The same could be said of you." I said smiling.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"You are definitely in shape and seem to take good care of yourself." I said.
"I get what you mean." He said, with a smirk.
Still feeling my nerves, I took a big gulp of my wine. I was desperate to know if Kyle had seen the other day.
"Have you managed to do any work in the garden yet?" I asked, trying to sway the conversation.
"I have done some small bits, the garden is so big that there are too many options." He explained.
"I was the same with mine." I said.
"The weather has been so good, I've spent most of the time sunbathing." He said.
"It has been nice." I said, feeling my heart pound.
With another quick gulp, I finished my wine.
