Wilson, my neighbor, backed his car into his parking space as I watched from the window. It wasn't the same rusty Volkswagen he'd been driving for the entire time our family had lived in that townhouse. Wilson had a brand-new BMW. The black vehicle gleaming in the sunlight was clearly not the smallest model available, but a full-size SUV. It barely fits into the parking space.
Wilson leaned back with an arrogant expression on his face as the other men in the house approached the man's penis extension one by one. Hendricks was kicking tires; he was sixty years old, a hothead, and he loathed children because he had never had any.
Wilson must have a small dick, Hendricks said, eyes still on the rims. "I mean, because he bought this," Hendricks' remarks were ignored by everyone, including Wilson.
Hendricks was the oldest of the six men in the backyard. Sam Crane was the youngest, with two children under 30, and the others were in between. I was in my fifties, and the rest of the people in the house were about the same age.
The backyards of the townhouses were long and narrow, and I had bought a rechargeable lawnmower that I occasionally lent to some of the neighbors. My neighbor Brian brought it up again while we were looking at the vehicle.
"Would you mind if I borrowed your lawn mower for a while?" Brian asked. "Our Tom is lazy, and neither he nor I feel like pushing an antique propeller."
"When would you need it?" I asked.
"Whenever it suits you,"
I said, "Well, why don't we go get it?"
I invited Brian in. My wife was making coffee and asked if the neighbor wanted a cup. We were relaxing in the backyard on a warm summer afternoon.
"My wife has tickets for a stadium concert this weekend. She has also booked a hotel room. But Joanna can't go because she's at the school's pre-semester student assembly. I mean, would you let your wife go to the big city?
My wife overheard the conversation and was overjoyed. She immediately went to the neighbor's house to make travel arrangements.
"This came at the perfect time because Sally is also cycling in the archipelago, which means I can be totally alone in the peace of my own company." Sally was our daughter, 19 years old at the time.
"I have the same intentions; a short break from the family will do me good." Brian chuckled.
The neighbor tucked the clippers under his arm and said he'd bring them back soon. My own lawn had just been mowed, so I said there was no rush.
The concert was on Saturday, but the ladies had been busy since Friday. I was sitting in an armchair watching sports on TV when my phone chirped to alert me to a message. It was a message from Brian and what I read was very confusing. It said:
- What's up, Marty? My wife's going away on Saturday, so I've got time for some fun. Would you like a taste of it? -
The message was accompanied by a photo of a rock-hard dick, and the background of the photo was clearly the neighbor's living room. I immediately realized that Brian had accidentally sent me a message instead of Marty. There was an unexpected revelation about the neighbor's man that he probably wouldn't have come up with on his own.
The stiff dick in the picture wasn't longer than average, but it was thick; the lady would have had every reason to be pleased. However, it was obvious that Brian also had desires in the opposite direction. I was curious how many times Marty had eaten Brian's fatty flesh. For some reason, I felt a tingle in my stomach.
Saturday morning I took the women to the train station and picked up a case of beer from the supermarket. It was going to be a quieter evening than a quiet evening at home with beer and bench sports. I went out for pizza and jogged a few miles. I lay on the bed, surfed the internet on my phone, and took a little nap. At five o'clock I opened the beer and poured it into a glass.
I had just finished three beers when the doorbell rang.
"Hey, here's your lawn mower. What I'm holding out here is just a handy machine," Brian said.
I asked the young man after he put the mower in the little shed by the front door.
"Beer?" I asked.
"Not sure what my parents will think..."
"Don't worry, I won't tell," I said with a grin.
Soon we both had pints of ice-cold Frosty. I couldn't help but think that Marty might have wanted to taste Brian's meaty pole. Whoever that man might have been.
"So now that your parents are gone, you didn't have any plans for the weekend?" I asked, curious to see what kind of answer I would get.
"Well, there weren't really any big plans. A little fun with someone, but that didn't happen." Brian replied.
"A nice lady maybe? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"Something like that, yes."
