The New Neighbor Mr. Russo

Still in bed, I could hear my grandmother making coffee in the kitchen below my bedroom. The bedroom had been my father's. For all I knew, the bedroom had been my grandmother's when she was a girl. Apparently my family had lived in the old row house since immigrating from Norway decades before I was even a thought. Both of my parents worked as professors at the university a short walk away.

I heard the front door of the row house open and shut close. My grandmother worked in an elder care home, which was ironic, considering she was older than many of the patients. She was still healthy though, just a bit slower and more careful with her movements. I got out of bed and walked down the little hallway to the bathroom, peeling off my underwear, not bothering with modesty now that I was alone in the house.

I looked at my face in the small bathroom mirror, probably original from when the house had been built. My hair a light chestnut, and my skin pale. For a moment, I looked at the patch of hair growing above my penis. I ran my fingers through the course, curly hair; I find myself still fascinated and intimidated by the changes happening to my body. My penis had grown over the summer, and hardens from excitement constantly. My armpits are bushy, and my body is developing lean and hard muscles, where fat and softness once dominated. I am lean and of average height. I would probably grow to be handsome, or at least unique looking, but now my body is that of an awkward teenager. I had recently just turned eighteen.

After showering in the old claw tub, I walked back to my bedroom, my hair still damp and my skin still red from the hot water. I needed to dress quickly or else I would be late for school. Still naked, standing in the middle of my somewhat messy bedroom, I looked around for my navy blue school tie. Suddenly, I saw something move in the window of the row house across the small alley. I jumped out of view, instinctively covering my penis with my hand. I strained to take a peek at what had startled me in the window next door. I quickly ducked back, out of sight. A man was arranging moving boxes against the wall in the row house across the alleyway.

Of course I had known that a new family was moving into the row house next door. The moving truck had pulled up in front of that row house the day before. For some reason I had just assumed that this family would leave the room unused like the family before. It irritated me that my privacy had been invaded, and that I had to wait until the man disappeared from view before I could grab my school uniform and get dressed in the corner of my bedroom, out of view from the neighbors next door.

As I turned from locking the front door and heading down the steps to the sidewalk, the door of the row house across the alley opened and the man from the window walked out. He was tall and lean, with dark hair and olive skin. He sported a moustache under a rather large, angular nose. He smiled at me and waved. I shyly smiled back, embarrassed about how the man's smile had instantly caused my penis to firm in my underwear, before turning to hurriedly walk to catch the city bus to my high school.

During English class, as the old priest droned on about Macbeth, I found myself thinking about the new neighbor next door. The man had been dressed in a white v-neck t-shirt and jeans. It was hard for me to guess the age of adults, but I figured he was in his early thirties. His face looked unshaven for a day or two. I thought I remembered chest hair spilling over the v neck of his shirt, but wasn't sure. My penis was hard in my khaki pants. It begged to be touched and stroked to climax. I discreetly pinched and rubbed my penis over my pants, trying to ease the painful pleasure of my penis wanting to release. The priest continued to unispire the classroom of bored looking pupils as my erect teenage cock throbbed as I wondered what the new neighbor looked like naked. What did smell like? Did he masturbate like I did?

By the time I got home from school, my body was trembling with the need to release my cum. By the time the final bell of the school day rang, I was afraid that the slightest thought of anything sexual would cause my teenage penis to ejaculate and flood my underwear with cum.

I raced up the stairs, barely saying hello to my grandmother, who was sitting in her chair watching the television, resting after her day of work.

Once inside the bathroom, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my white Hanes underwear. My underwear and pubic hair were sticky after my penis spent the school day leaking with pre-ejaculate. I wrapped my hand around my hard penis and stroked. The teenage musk of my body flooded the tiny bathrooms. My thoughts were a mixture of the younger priest who taught history, one of guys from school who had proudly walked around the gym locker room once, with his penis erect and swinging, surrounded by a thick bush of dark brown hair, and my new neighbor. My penis erupted as I thought of my new neighbor's naked body pressed up against my own, his moustache and stubble against my bare face.