New Neighbor by lusterday,lusterday

I was on calls for most of the day but went downstairs to make some lunch. Mike came out of his office and joined me and told me had just gotten a text from Brad. I felt my face get red and quickly turned and opened the fridge to make sure Mike didn’t notice. “He asked us to come over on Saturday evening for a BBQ. He is inviting a few of the other neighbors he has met since moving to the neighborhood,” Mike said. “I told him that I was away this weekend at my brother’s bachelor party, but he insisted that you join.”

I paused, but then replied “It’ll be weird to not know anyone, aside from Brad, who I barely know. But I have nothing else going on, and guess it might be good to meet some of the other neighbors.”

Mike smiled and said “Yeah, I think that’s a great idea. I’ll tell him you are in.”

So many thoughts were racing through my head as we ate lunch, but I reassured myself that I could always cancel if I was not up for it. Mike gave me Brad’s number and I stored it in my phone.

The rest of the day dragged and all I could think about was that I would be at Brad’s house in a matter of days and how awkward that will be after having seen him naked. After work, I went for an extra-long run, since I really didn’t work out in the morning like I was supposed to. It felt good to clear my head, sweat, and just listen to music. As I returned to my house, I see Brad standing in his driveway, sweaty, and stretching. He waves me over and as I approach he asks, “Hey! How was your run?”

Still catching my breath, I muttered, “Pretty good. Beautiful day for one. Did you just get back from one yourself?”

Brad smiled, and said “What gave that away?” We both laughed and I couldn’t help but check him out as he continued to stretch. “Mike told me you were in for Saturday. That’s great to hear.” We chatted only a minute longer, before he told me to come by at 6 PM on Saturday and I headed inside to shower.

As I walked into the house, the only thing on my mind was getting up to my office. I knew there was a chance that Brad was headed directly to a shower after he stretched. I see Mike chugging some water in the kitchen and told me he was headed out for a run. I tell him to enjoy and walked swiftly up the stairs. When I get into the office, I close the door behind me and assume, what is now becoming, my usual position. I patiently wait a few minutes and through the window I see Brad, only missing the shirt he was just wearing. I see him walk into the bathroom, in just shorts, and then out of view. Looks like it was just to pee, as he was back just a minute later, walking back into the bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed, peels off his socks and tosses them. He then stands up and pulls down his running shorts. Out flops his big penis, looking slightly more than fully soft. He reaches down, scratches his huge balls, and then throws his dirty clothes to the side. I watch his butt as he walks into the bathroom and off into the shower.

It seems like a lifetime in the time it takes him to shower, but in reality, it was under 10 minutes. He stands in front of the mirror, fully naked, drying off his head. My eyes go directly to his penis. It is just hanging there, looking slightly fluffed, with so much weight. He makes sure he is completely dry, drops the towel, and stares into the mirror, just taking in the sight. His left hand goes down and gives his cock a squeeze and then he flings it about for a second or two. Then out of nowhere, still staring at the mirror, he just twists his hips rapidly and his cock swings from side to side, slapping across his thighs. It is almost like Brad is trying to get the blood flowing. It seems to be working because he is hanging lower than ever and walks out of the bathroom. The view from the front is just as absurd looking because of how thick it looks, even when not fully hard. He heads out of the room and I do the same, in complete shock (although I’m not sure why) at what I saw.

I go off to shower and get myself off, while doing so. I don’t think I masturbate enough, but I am thinking that it may be because Mike and I have a good sex life. Either way it feels amazing completely relaxes me. We have a low-key evening and while watching TV with Mike, I decide to blow him. He was wearing sweats, so easy access, and I just pull down the front as I kneel in front of him. Mike lifts his butt and pulls down the rest, as I take his soft, but growing dick in my mouth. It ends up being quite sloppy for a couch blowjob, but I insist on taking him all the way down. It only lasts a few minutes before Mike his shooting down the back of my throat. I always swallow, to me I feel it is actually less of a mess. I come up and give him a quick kiss, which we both secretly love. We decide to call it a night and get to sleep.

I wake to my alarm the next morning and actually decide to forego checking the office for a naked Brad, and work out instead. It is becoming too much of a hobby and need to start weening myself off (no pun intended). In any case, the next few days fly by and end up having no organic sightings of Brad. I am a bit proud of myself for this, because I realize I could have easily fallen into the trap of just camping out in the office any chance I get.

It is finally Friday and Mike left bright and early for a weekend away for his brother’s bachelor party. I on the other hand really slack off at work, but it feels OK because it is a Friday during the summer. I decide to text Brad to see what I can bring over tomorrow. He tells me absolutely nothing, but there is no chance I am doing that. I’ll bring over a bottle of wine, as I never show up empty handed. I chill on the couch all night watching TV and just zoning out, before heading to bed early.

I decide to get up early and go for a nice long run. I know I have plans later and will be good to get it out of the way. It felt so good to get out and run, all my nerves just melt away. When I am back at the house, I decide to jump in the pool and then lounge around a bit. As it gets later in the afternoon, I realize I should probably start getting ready to head next door. I decide to pour myself a glass of wine to take the edge off and head upstairs. I decide to just wear a nice sundress, as it’s a beautiful night. The wine is just what I needed and soon after I head out the door to head to Brad’s.

I show up about 15 minutes late, because I definitely did not want to be the first one there. I knock on his front door and he answers, giving me a hug. He said that a few others just got here and he walked me through the foyer. The inside of his house looks exactly like mine, confirming my thoughts about his bedroom layout. We walk into the kitchen and there are a bunch of introductions. In total there 6 of us. Myself, Brad, an older couple from across the street, and another married couple from down the block. We move outside, have drinks, and eat food all night. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that wine earlier, but I felt like I needed it. In any case, definitely feeling buzzed as we sit and talk on his patio. Before you know it, both couples decide that it was time to call it a night and stood up to leave. I didn’t move with them, I guess because I didn’t even think of it. It then felt awkward for me to do the exact same thing, as if it was a mass exodus. I decided to stay seated and looked down at my phone and saw it was only 9:30 PM.

Brad then broke the ice and said “Well, guess it’s just the two of us. Can I get you another drink?”

I thought for a second, and then said “Yeah sure, why not.” Brad smiled and got us two new drinks. As we sat around the table, feeling quite buzzed, Brad mentioned something about jumping in the hot tub. The hot tub was not in view of my window, so I had no idea it even existed before tonight.

“What do you say we hang there, so much nicer?”, Brad asked.

I decided to reply quickly “Oh, I’d have to go home and get my suit.”

Brad then agreed, “That’s cool, I have nowhere to go.”

I don’t know if it was the alcohol or sheer laziness, but knowing his proclivity for nudity, I said “I could also just go in naked. I don’t feel like walking all the way over there and I don’t care if you don’t care.”

Brad smiled, “That’s absolutely fine with me, I usually go naked but was going to wear my suit as a courtesy.”

I quickly said “Please don’t dress for me, do as you would normally do.”

Brad stood up and walked over to the hot tub to take off the cover and I soon followed. As I walked up to it, I quickly took off my clothes, bearing all in the fresh air and in clear view of Brad. I could see him eying me as I stepped into the tub and under the bubbly water. There would be no word of this to Mike, as I can’t imagine he would be OK with this situation. Brad took off his shirt, tossed it to the side, and then slowly lowered his swimsuit. He looks my way and catches me looking directly at his cock as it comes into view. The vantage point that I have is up-close and personal, I am mere feet from him as he steps into the hot tub. His cock was hanging very heavy and soft. Up close I noticed how smooth and plump looking it really is. Now with most of our bodies under the water, our eyes met, with him full well knowing I just stared at his penis for several seconds. To break the silence a bit, Brad asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint. I nodded and he leaned over the edge to grab it out of his pants. While doing so, I got a close-up of his nice ass.

We hung out in the hot tub and continued to drink, smoked, and talked about everything. I even decided to text Mike, who was likely equally as drunk, and tell him goodnight. All was well and then the conversation led to the topic of nudity. Brad mentioned that he was surprised for me to volunteer to go in the hot tub naked. I laughed but insisted that I’m proud of my body and don’t care as much.

I then said, and I guess the alcohol did the talking “You have nothing to be ashamed of with your body.”

Brad blushed and cracked a smile, “I did see you staring at me when I walked into the tub. You see anything you like?”