Disclaimer: This is a new story I'm working on. I plan to write in smaller chapters so I can push out new material more frequently. I do my own editing, so disregard any mistakes. All characters are 18 years or older. I'm appreciative of any and all feedback. Thanks!
CHAPTER 2: Nick finally gets what he wants.
Saturday morning came and hit me like a freight train. Between the jet lag and small amount of sleep, my eyes were as heavy as the pounding in my head. When I did wake up, I jolted at the realization I had fallen asleep in the same position I had finished cumming- legs still spread open with the fuck toy now inches from my hole, out for the entire neighborhood to see. Thankful for door locks, I rose out of bed and smirked at the site in the mirror. My cock, stiff from the morning as per usual swing with every step. I turned slowly, using my finger to feel around my hole. It tensed as I clenched up against the tip. I had almost forgotten I left my blinds wide open when I dashed for the closet.
Stepping out of the room, I waltzed downstairs to find my parents sitting at the dinner table eating breakfast. Taking a seat, I greeted, "Morning."
Emptying the last of her coffee, my mom responded, "Morning son, I didn't expect you up for a few more hours."
Sliding into the chair, I explained, "Well I figured the best way to fight jetlag is to stay awake."
Handing me a plate, my dad responded, "I knew we sent you to college for a reason. Now eat up."
I got up and handed it back to him, "Actually, I'll skip the big meal and settle for an apple."
My mom rolled her eyes, nagging, "Fine, fine, but you're not eating salads and chicken breast the whole time you're here- Jesus it's like you didn't eat for the past four years, you're so thin."
I smiled, "Yes ma'am" Biting the apple, I offered, "Hey I think I'm gonna wash my old car today, maybe take it for a spin and see what the guys are up to."
My dad pat me on the shoulder, "That sounds like a great idea, now go outside and get some sun, God knows there wasn't any in that city of yours."
I was only back yesterday and I had already told several lies. The first was that I was up trying to fight jetlag, when in reality, I was up because I didn't sleep much the night before on account of staying up late fucking myself while my parents were down the hall asleep. The second was that I intended to wash the car and go out today when in reality, I had only one thing on my mind: the mystery man. I changed into a tight-fitting tank-top that showed off my defined muscles and tan skin, loose board shorts that sat just below my waistline and flip flops.
I strolled out the front door with so much built up sexual frustration that there wasn't any room for patience or inhibitions. I wanted him now and I wasn't willing to wait for the fates to align. I had beaten around the bush enough last night. Walking up to front door, I knocked. Each rattle of my fist up against the solid oak echoed the thumps within my chest. A few seconds later, I heard a voice call out and there he appeared: the mystery man standing well over six feet. He planted his bare feet firmly on the tile floor, standing strong like a redwood. Arms hung by his sides with biceps that curved at every defined muscle. He crossed his arms displaying his obvious reservations.
A bit surprised at my uninvited appearance, he spoke, "Can I help you?"
Matching his confusion with a handshake, I replaced the nervousness with confidence, stuck out my head and greeted, "Hi there, I'm Nick, from right across the street. My dad mentioned that you're our new neighbor- I actually just moved back as well. And I wanted to come over and formally introduce myself."
Dropping his arms, he relaxed, before grasping my hand with a firm shake. There, I managed to look into his eyes- they were stark cold with a shade of green that matched his strong jaw.
He responded, "The name's Cory. Thanks by the way, you know everyone seems friendly but no one's really gone out of their way to introduce themselves." He paused for a few seconds before adding, "So where are you moving back from?"
I raised my hand behind my head, trying to ooze calmness "College- I just finished up in May and decided to come back home."
He raised an eyebrow, "You're kidding. I could have sworn you were like seventeen or something."
Knowing that caught his interest, I played along, "Ha nope, I'm 22. And by the looks of it you can't be too much older than me."
"You're too kind, but no, I'm actually 35." He explained, letting loose a small smirk from his pouting lips.
And with that my dick started to grow hard. I ignored the usual intuitions to hide my erection and instead chose to show it off. Cory was about two or three feet away from me when my eight inch dick grew hard, not very well contained by the skimpy material on my shorts.
He grazed his stubble as I readjusted my cock, making it my actions as obvious as possible.
Clearing his throat, I took a step forward, "So yeah, if you need anything at all, just let me know and I'm sure we could help each other out." I held onto the word anything hoping he would take the bait.
I watched as he looked away for a second, knowing he was trying to assess the situation. I continued to face him, not wanting to back down or break eye contact.
Fixing his gaze on my cock, he responded, "Well there are a few things I need done around the house. I'm sure I could find a way to repay you for your, services. You got some time today?"
I smiled, assuming my own victory. Grabbing my dick one last time, I confidently responded, "I'm free all weekend."
He met my smile with an icy glare that pierced me with his deep green eyes. "Why don't you follow me inside."