I've written stories in the past that share similar themes as the tale told here. This is a factual account of the most daring and exciting sex my wife and I ever experienced. It will become clear why it influenced so many of my stories. Naturally, I've attempted to enhance things a bit for better reading, but the core of the story is true. We all know that reality has many awkward moments, and this relationship was no exception. I didn't shy away from the guy-on-guy experimenting that can happen in this type of arrangement...so walk away now, if that's not something you can handle. I apologize to anyone who follows my work if you find some aspects repetitive.
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I love cars. In particular, older vehicles that have no computers and are relatively simple to work on. I currently have two British vehicles and a truck that provide me with enough projects to occupy weekends and time away from work. None of them are fancy or expensive, just good greasy fun. My wife, however, is not fond of how much space my projects occupy in the garage.
It didn't take long to learn that storage for vehicles is expensive, and rarely affords the opportunity to do any work on-site. In a stroke of blind luck, I found a very small house in an older neighborhood that had a fairly large garage. The mortgage was actually cheaper than storage fees, and it was only two miles from my home. Some might see the area as a little run-down, but it's actually just older homes occupied by elderly couples and young families. There's no problem with crime...just hard-working folk doing their thing. Some houses might need a paint job, but nearly everyone takes care of what they have, and neighbors seem to look out for each other.
My next-door neighbor, Tammy, is a good soul who decided I must be OK, since I maintain the house and mow the yard. She is the eyes and ears of the neighborhood, and a good person to have on your side. Since I don't live in the house, or rent it out, it's been good to know that someone like her keeps an eye on things.
After about a month of my being there on various evenings and weekends, I met Tammy's teenage son who came by to offer mowing the yard for some spending money. Cory was a good kid, but tried too hard to seem like a tough-guy around his peers. Tammy mainly raised him alone, and described Cory's father as a decent guy who was supportive, but struggled with alcohol, and visited on weekends. She did a good job, as Cory was always polite and did his work without prodding.
Eventually, Cory started asking about the cars, and became a great set of helping hands. For about three years, he would come walking over whenever he saw me in the garage. My wife, Mindy, really took to him and managed to crack the tough-guy persona that didn't suit him at all. Since we didn't have kids of our own, Mindy often joked that it was nice to have kid we could borrow, and then give back when he became a pain-in-the-ass.
Only once, did Cory ever piss me off. I had to leave to get a part on the other side of town, and asked Cory to clean things up until I got back. When I returned about an hour later, he came out of the house with a look on his face like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie-jar. I didn't care if he went in the house to use the bathroom, so I didn't think much of it. Later, when I was closing things up to go back home, I noticed the DVD player was on in the living room. We had the place equipped as a guesthouse, and sometimes found it useful during family gatherings, but no one had stayed there for months. Remembering what it was like to be a curious teenager, I felt a pit in my stomach as I thought about the box in the bedroom closet. Taking the box down from the top shelf, it was obvious someone had disturbed the contents. If the DVD's in the box had been typical porn, I might have thought it was funny. But Mindy and I were friends with a special couple who introduced us to swinging. They moved away, and we keep in touch, but Mindy and me haven't been interested in finding other partners. The videos were gifts they'd given us, and featured fearless, anything-goes activity. The box had gotten there by accident, and I kept forgetting to take it home. I'm sure the kid got an eyeful, if not a need for therapy.
I wanted to just let it go, but I also feared being the topic of gossip with his buddies. Cory avoided me for a few days, but I caught-up with him while he was mowing the yard. "We need to talk. What you did wasn't cool." I said bluntly.
"I...I'm sorry, man...whatever it was." Cory stammered, trying to look like he didn't know what I was talking about.
"Everybody has their thing, and Mindy and I have ours. That was some very private shit, and I don't want some punk telling all his buddies what perverts his neighbors are."
We both stood in the back yard, staring at each other. I honestly thought the kid might cry as he gripped the handle of the lawnmower tightly. Good thing his Mother wasn't home.
"Never, man...I'd never want to hurt you guys." A tear ran down his cheek, even as he fought to hold it back.
"Mindy would die if she knew you'd seen that shit!" My whole body trembled with nervousness and anger.
"I'm sorry...I really blew it...I'm so sorry." His lip quivering as he spoke.
"Just...fucking finish the yard. I need to step back and cool off." I said, with my fists clenched while walking back to the house.
Thirty minutes later I heard the mower shut-off. There is a small breezeway that connects the house and garage, and I saw him sitting on the floor with his head between his knees. The only thing cold in the 'fridge was beer, so I grabbed two and went out to the breezeway, and sat on the floor next to him. Cory was seventeen, and I hesitated to give him beer and make things worse...but I was also struggling with what to say or do.
"This is more mature conversation than I think either of us is ready for." I said, pressing the cold can of beer against his hand. "Tell your Mom I gave you this, and I'll kill you."
"I don't think you guys are sick. Really, I don't." Cory nervously drank the beer, wiping tears from his face. "Anyway...I've already given you a good reason to kill me."
"OK...good to know the kid that's jerking-off in my house doesn't think I'm a pervert." I chuckled sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.
Cory choked and coughed as beer shot out his nose. "Um...yeah...that's harsh."
"Well...what do we do now, Cory? You know way more about my wife and me than I'm comfortable with."
"Please don't tell Mindy. I promise, man...this will be a secret I keep 'til I die!"
"Oh there's no way in hell I'm going to tell Mindy! Look...I think we're going to be OK...but it might take me a while to trust you again. I'm feeling pretty badly burned."
"I get it, man. I completely, totally, get it. I want so much to make this up to you. I'll even do the yard for free."
"Oh you bet your ass you're doing it for free! Well...at least the next four times. I'm not a completely cheap bastard." I smiled, and extended my hand towards his. "We'll shake hands on a gentleman's agreement."
Cory shook my hand with a firm grip the conveyed how seriously he took the situation.
"Look, Cory...we're both guys and it's not like I never dug around for my old man's porn. If all you saw was an old copy of Playboy, I'd be cool with it. I just want you to understand how major this is for Mindy and me."
The topic was never brought up again.
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Not long after graduating high school, Cory joined the Marines, and we saw him on rare occasions over the next four years. Tammy told us that the military turned out as a good fit for him, and she was thrilled with the direction Cory was headed. After returning from his tour in Afghanistan, Cory was living in South Carolina and came home only for major holidays.
