Neighbor Boy (Patreon)

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I have never had a gay thought in my life, but a hole is a hole. 

This boring family lived next door to me growing up, and I never cared what went on in that house. They were the most beige, simple, boring “Weekend in the Hamptons” type family. Some finance guy and a stay at home mom who ran an Etsy shop. 

Their kid, Tyler was younger than me by a couple years, but back in high school that seemed like a full generational gap and I had no interest in even talking to him. He would watch me sometimes, like when I worked on our pool or did yard work and stuff like that, but he didn’t seem cool enough to talk to, especially at school. Literally the most I ever interacted with him was an occasional, “What’s up?” in passing, and one time when I caught him watching me shower through the open bathroom window. I guessed he was just curious because I was older and more developed and I played sports. Still, I kept the bathroom window closed after that, until the next year when the hedges grew tall enough that we had full privacy.

The only thing worth noting that ever happened related to him was one time, late at night when I glanced out my bedroom window. I saw someone in their backyard that I didn’t recognize. I looked carefully, wondering if they were getting robbed and if I had to call the cops. But as my eyes adjusted, I realized that it wasn’t a robber at all.

Rather, I discovered that Tyler was apparently doing literally gay stuff with older guys in his backyard after his parents went to sleep.

Oh shit, I thought to myself when I finally noticed the little blonde guy on his knees.

I watched intensely as he held the muscular dude’s hips and bobbed his head rapidly, like he was trying to choke himself. It was more effort than any girl I’d ever seen. I always loved getting my cock deep into a throat, and girls loved it when I pulled out my big dick, but they could never truly take it all the way. And I never wanted to go rough with girls, since I always felt kind of sorry for them in that state.

But this kid was different. He was an eager beaver, swallowing that salami like his life depended on it. The desperation on his face made me awkwardly horny. And he’s a boy. Guys can take some pressure, some real girth. I pictured a girl giving me even half of that determination, and I would cum in seconds. 

If only he were a girl, I thought to myself.

The kid almost got caught. I watched the lights turn on in the house one by one, starting upstairs with his parents’ room. Someone must’ve heard the rough gagging and moaning in the back yard as their only son was getting his throat stuffed with an older dude’s cock. 

I chuckled as I watched him notice what was going on. The fear in his eyes was noticeable all the way from where I was standing. He pressed onto the guy’s thighs, trying to get away, but I watched as he continued using his poor throat, even faster.

Just hurry up and make him cum, I thought as I chuckled to myself, You’ve only got a few seconds, dude.

The guy using the boy wasn’t going easy on him, and he didn’t give a fuck that lights were turning on and that they might be caught any second. I could see him holding the blonde head, even while poor little Tyler struggled to take it, clearly wishing in his head that he hadn’t set this up.

The downstairs lights turned on, and I could see at least one of his parents moving around inside. It was only a matter of time now. He was going to get caught. I laughed quietly to myself, still in amazement at what I was witnessing, as Tyler continued to take it in his throat like a champ. His head bounced like a basketball as the dude held him tightly, and repeatedly pressed his head all the way down onto his cock, until he suddenly froze. 

That’s it, I thought, You made him cum.

“There’s a good boy,” I muttered to myself out loud without even meaning to. I was happy no one else was around to hear it.

The dude was gone faster than Tyler could even take a breath, having run around the side of the house and disappeared down the street, no doubt to where he parked his car, far away. Tyler ran the other way, and I watched as he quickly scaled that wooden decorative thing on the side of his house that holds vine plants, making into his bedroom window in seconds.

When his Dad opened the back door and looked outside, no one was there. I nodded to myself, almost respectfully. 

You did it, I thought, as I turned away, the show having ended.

I laid down in bed with the weirdest boner, basically in shock after witnessing that. I wondered if all gay guys did stuff like that, sneaking random dudes from the internet into their backyards for anonymous quickies. I replayed the forceful, exuberant blowjob and the way he pleasured that guy. I was jealous, horny, and a bit shook as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next day to bright, direct sunlight in my face. I had forgotten to close my curtains after the incident, and I chuckled when I remembered what I had seen. I brushed it off, trying to forget about it. Some part of me knew that if I dwelled on it, I might end up doing something I would regret. I didn’t think about that night, or even Tyler really, for a long time after that, and I left for college a couple months later.

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Just last month, I was back home from college, house sitting for my parents while they went on a trip. I told them I’d spend a week at home to watch the dog and water the plants and all that, but really I was excited for some “me time”. My dorm was crowded and smelled like balls. My roommate was a cool guy, but he was a total, unapologetic slob. And, he was always there. Every time I thought I had a private moment to beat my meat, the door would burst open and he would be back, cock-blocking me from myself. So, suffice it to say, I was excited to have my own room again for a bit, let alone an entire empty house. I was slightly hard just thinking about what I was going to do.

I was literally just pulling into town when my mom called. 

“Hey hon’,” she said, in a specifically soft tone that I recognized. She was about to tell me something annoying.

“What’s up?” I said, trying to sound jovial even as I braced for whatever was coming next.

“You know we’re going to The Canaries with Jan and Rich. Well, Tyler is going to be all alone, and I said you would check in on him. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

I stayed silent, just letting it sink in. Of course she had made some vague commitment on my behalf. When I didn’t answer, she just went on.

“I always wished you boys were closer. He’s a great kid, and he might even be joining you next year!”

“Wow,” I said, “His grades are good enough to get in?”

My ego was a bit high after getting into one of the top schools in the country, and I almost had a brief moment of respect for the kid upon hearing that.

“Oh, I have no idea,” she said, resetting my appreciation of the moment back to zero. “He’s applying though, according to his mother.”

“Ok,” I said. 

“One more thing,” she noted, with hesitancy. 

“Yeah?” I said, impatient at this point. 

“I told his mother he could sleep in the guest room, so he’s not all alone in that house.”

“What!” I said, a bit more loudly than I meant to. “I was going to have the whole house to myself!”

“Well,” she said, “I’m sure he would really appreciate the company. You’ll be a good influence on him.”

“Isn’t he like seventeen now?? Can’t he stay home alone for a fucking week??”

“He’s eighteen now,” my Mom corrected quickly. “But he’s not as outgoing as you. He could use a friend! Just see how it goes.”

The guilt trip always hit hard when it came from Mom. 

“Ok,” I said, exasperated. “But he’s NOT staying the night. I’ll just hang out with him a bit.”

“Alright, dear,” she replied, apparently tolerating the compromise.

Still, my dreams of having a naked week to myself, gooning and watching movies and raiding Mom’s leftovers felt like a distant memory already. 

I got home a few minutes later, and tried to act nice when I walked in. My Dad greeted me with his standard big smile, followed by a bear hug that was just barely strong enough to also function as a threat to wrestle me, as usual. 

Mom came out of the kitchen a moment later holding a tray of warm cookies. She always times them perfectly to be ready exactly when I get home. She is such a character. I was still pissed that she had volunteered my personal space to some random kid I wasn’t even friends with, but I figured I’d give him a shot to see if he was cool, but then definitely kick him out of the house and have some me time. I could compromise. 

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The next morning, they were off. I watched from the front door in my pajama pants and a tank top, as they hopped in an Uber XL, along with the neighbor couple, heading off to the airport. Just as I turned to step inside, I saw Tyler at his own front door.

He looked over at me, sort of nervously. He reached up to adjust his short, blonde hair, which was messy and making slight curls near the crown of his head. He fixed his glasses, which were new, I think, and kind of stylish actually. They had dark blue frames and looked like something a German exchange student might wear, maybe.

He waved once, sheepishly, and I waved back, before turning inside and shutting the door. I was hoping I would at least get a bit of free time before he cashed in on my Mom’s offer of forced proximity.

I got a text from a new number around noon. 

“Hey, it’s Tyler. Your Mom gave me your number.”

I looked at it, and dropped my phone onto the couch. I had no reason to dislike the guy. I just always thought of him as this uninteresting kid next door, from that boring family who did boring things. Whenever our parents tried to make us be friends as kids, I just found an excuse to get out of it. 

“What’s up?” I finally texted back a few minutes later. 

“Your Mom said you could use some company. Maybe I could come over and make lunch or something.”

I chuckled to myself. Right, I thought, snickering, I’m the one who needs company.

“Sounds good,” I said, “I don’t really have anything, though.”

“I gotchyu,” he replied. 

I dropped my phone again, and a few seconds later, my doorbell rang. 

I opened the door to find Tyler standing there with a basket, sort of like a gift basket, full of veggies and other food ingredients.

“You came prepared,” I said, chuckling.

“I never show up empty handed,” he said back, stepping in.

He walked straight to the kitchen and turned on the stove. 

“You like to cook?” I offered, trying to find something to talk about.

“I like to eat,” he said, rubbing his belly, and the way he said it made me laugh. 

I looked at the guy, up and down a bit. He was in shape, more than I expected. 

“You playing any sports?” I asked. 

“Tennis,” he said. “It’s a bitch.”

“I bet,” I said. “Your ass sticks out farther than a shelf, bro. Your glute-maxing game is peak performance.”

He laughed nervously as he stirred the pan. His face turned red and I saw him try to hide it from me.

“Are girls into tennis guys this year?” I asked, backing away since he seemed uncomfortable with the comments on his body.

“I guess,” he said with a shrug. 

I knew what I knew about him, but I didn’t want to embarrass him by letting him know. 

At least not yet.

“Girls are the only reason I played football to be honest,” I admitted. “I never cared about running around with the sweaty guys.”

That got a laugh out of him.

Over the next few minutes, we talked about this and that while he whipped up sort of a fancy, asparagus-based dish. Honestly, I was impressed. He was like some gourmet chef. It was clear he was trying to impress me after enduring years of my ambivalence.

“Where’d you learn to cook?” I asked, looking up from my phone as I sat at the kitchen island.

“I just googled an asparagus recipe. Your mom said it was your favorite thing.”

“That’s awesome,” I said, finding myself smiling. “Thanks.”

Maybe he’s kind of a cool guy after all, I thought to myself as I bit into his delicious veggie thing.

“Hey,” I said, narrowing my eyes, trying not to overthink what I was about to ask. “You wanna stay here tonight?”