Eighteen year old Peter stood up straight from the just completed labors in his next door neighbor's yard. The sun glistened on the sweat covering his entire tall, lean body. His long hair and handsome face with blue eyes, his long neck and broad shoulders, almost smooth torso and long legs were covered only by a pair of cutoff jeans as he stretched in the summer air. The fine golden hairs on his arms and legs looked soft and reflected the early afternoon light.
Hugh Brigham watched through the window of his living room and his eyes took in the shape of the boy, moving from top to bottom and back up again, and often settling on the bulge in those tight jean shorts. There was hunger in his eyes, and his cock started to harden as he thought about the chance he might finally have to seduce young Peter and show him the pleasures of man-sex.
Hugh had moved into his home a year before and as soon as he spotted the boy living next door he decided he would bide his time and see if he could get what he wanted the way he wanted it.
His divorce had been painful a couple of years ago. He had thought he was completely straight but had slowly come to realize that what he really wanted was not available from his wife and he had finally worked up the nerve to embark on a journey to find satisfaction with another man.
He discovered how much it excited him, how good he felt with a hard cock in his mouth, how he loved his own cock sucked and loved a cock deep inside him or his cock sliding in and out of the tight hole between firm male cheeks. He found out how much he wanted it and became almost obsessed with pursuing the pleasures frowned upon by society. He'd kept it hidden but he slipped up and finally had to admit his secret desires to his wife when she caught him with a man in their bed.
The whole thing had been a mess and eventually the secret became known to his friends and coworkers. He had to quit and move away, finding a job in a town in another state and renting the home that was situated next to what turned out to be a delicious looking young man who would soon come of age.
He bided his time until that day, meanwhile making himself known and liked in the neighborhood as a divorcee who was friendly, generous, and reliable.
During the fall and winter he began hiring Peter to do chores for him, feigning a bad back, and both Peter and his parents were happy for the extra money the young man could earn without too much time or trouble.
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Over the course of a year, Peter felt more and more comfortable in the company of the older man who lived next door. As he grew into puberty and beyond he became confused. He could appreciate a pretty girl but he just could not drum up interest in any of them. Nor could he wholeheartedly partake in the conversation his friends were always having about this girl or that and what they wanted to do with them, or about the pictures they had of naked women. It left him cold and he blushed and withdrew when it happened.
His friends easily chalked it off as shyness and made fun of him for it, and he was happy to let them think that way. The truth was that he had no interest in sex at all. Yes, his body needed what it needed, but he pushed the need away and in the sheltered, conservative atmosphere of his home life it was easy to hide it and ignore it.
He became able at making excuses. He went to a few dances with a girl - they were obviously interested in him - and he enjoyed himself but only the same way he would with a buddy. He blushed furiously when a girl made advances, which they did, and his reputation as painfully shy protected him from closer examination or gossip about anything more than just that: a very shy young man whom everyone thought would eventually grow out of it.
But Mr. Brigham, or Hugh as he unsuccessfully insisted being called by Peter, had grown to be someone he felt totally comfortable with. He was tall and lean with a handsome face, a thick head of dark hair, and a ready smile. He never criticized or kidded Peter about anything uncomfortable, which happened quite often with his family and with his friends. He never brought up girls. He was obviously intelligent and well spoken. He had an air of maturity and an air of sophistication about him and Peter felt good when he was near the older man.
They had talks, too, which became longer and deeper and for the first time in his life he felt someone understood him. There was never any judgement and there was often good advice which made the young man grateful.
Slowly he began to notice that when he was physically close to Mr. Brigham, close enough to maybe feel his body heat, there seemed to be a vibration going through his body that felt so pleasant. It got stronger and stronger as time went on and he started taking every opportunity to stand or sit close to the older man without truly realizing what he was doing. Hugh often took it upon himself to sit close to Peter, put his hand on his shoulder or back or his knee, never leaving it for long. Peter found himself wishing that those comforting touches would last longer.
More and more, Peter found his eyes on Mr. Brigham, looking at his handsome face, taking in his well-shaped body, watching him as he moved, and that vibration would start again. It was something that moved his body and lifted his spirits. The young man sought out opportunities to be with the older man whenever possible; after school and on the weekends, and Hugh took every opportunity to bring Peter close to him.
He asked Peter to do chores for him, helped him with his homework, had long conversations with him, gave him a ride to the store, and whenever possible when they could not be seen by anyone, he would put his hands on Peter's firm young body - always innocently and briefly, but he discovered he could leave his hand there longer and longer without the boy seeming to mind.
He was sexually attracted to the boy, there was no doubt, but he also liked him and admired his stoic approach to a life he wasn't fully cut out for. In the meantime, he made sure Peter's family never suspected a thing, stopping by, bringing food he'd cooked or cookies he'd baked, joking with them all, borrowing tools from Peter's Dad, hinting at the dates with women that he never actually had, and just being a good neighbor.
Peter's parents seemed grateful for everything he did and would return favors. They were certainly happy to see Peter getting paid well for chores which lessened Peter's entreaties for money above and beyond his allowance. Above all they never seemed to have a problem with their son spending so much time with their neighbor.
