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At forty three, with a wife, two kids and a decent job, many people would be forgiven for believing that I had it all tied up. I'd been happily married for sixteen years, we lived in a modest home in a sleepy town, and on the outside, everything seemed perfectly average.
On the inside, however, I had a secret, and my secret was the neighbour's boy.
His father Richard and I had been close buddies for most of the last ten years that we'd lived here. He was your typical truck driving, let's go fishing kind of guy, and I'd always been happy to oblige. I guess when you reach my age and you've settled down, you'll find any excuse to go for a few beers.
Corey was eighteen now, and up until that point I'll be honest, I barely noticed the kid. He was the same age as my eldest son, and the two of them hung out briefly as boys, but other than that, he'd been a pretty shy kid.
I hadn't twigged it before, but Corey's bedroom window was the one directly opposite our bedroom window, and just a few weeks ago, everything I had known and believed for the last forty odd years had come crashing down around me.
We were getting ready to go to my mother-in-law's place for dinner, which was about as exciting as you might expect. My wife was getting the boys ready downstairs and I was getting dressed in the bedroom when I just happened to glance out the window and found Corey.
I paid no attention to him at first. It wasn't like I'd never seen the guy before, but as I fixed my tie I looked up again and noticed that he was naked.
Now I'm no prude, and raising two sons means you're going to have your fair share of chaotic nudity, but this was different. He was standing far enough back from the window that I had a full view of his completely hairless, beautifully curved body and something about the scene made me ravenously horny.
I've never been attracted to a man before, but the cute young blond across from me was doing things to my brain that even my wife couldn't do. As I gawped at him, I felt my cock swell in my pants, and even though I knew that this was wrong on every level, I couldn't help but stare.
He seemed completely carefree in the perceived privacy of his own bedroom, and little did he know that the married father of two was perving on him from the house next door, until he did know, and the two of us locked eyes.
In that moment, panic set in and I scrambled back from the window. Sure, I hadn't actually done anything, but what would my wife say if she heard that I'd been staring through the window at the neighbours naked eighteen-year-old? When I eventually took another careful look, his curtains were pulled closed, and I felt like a fucking creep.
A few days passed before the weekend arrived once more and Richard and I had planned a trip out to the lake. He had a small boat and I had plenty of beer, so at seven o' clock on Saturday morning a knock sounded on my door and when I opened it, it wasn't Richard who stood in the porch.
"Hey, Steven" Corey smiled, "need a hand with your fishing stuff?"
Holy shit, he was hot. His eyes were sparkling green, his messy blond hair hung loosely on his head, and his golden, sun-kissed skin showed not a single imperfection. The cute dimples in his cheeks lit up his youthful face, and I'll be honest, it was difficult not to keep my eyes on the crotch of his loose blue shorts which left nothing to the imagination.
"You don't mind if this little shit tags along, do you, Steve?" Richard called from his truck, "suddenly he 'loves fishing'" he added with the air quotes and a roll of his eyes.
I didn't mind at all, but it didn't make sense. Corey, like my own son, had never had any interest in fishing. He was one of those kids who made TikToks and got angry at video games, but I wasn't about to turn down some eye candy for the day, no matter how creepy that sounded.
The lake wasn't far from where we lived, so after a short drive we reached our destination and the three of us lugged a cooler of beer and three fishing rods onto the boat as the morning sun began to bake down on us.
Richard headed up the front of the boat and began to do whatever needed to be done whilst Corey and I stood on the deck at the back. I'd always loved the scenery out here, it was completely surrounded by trees which afforded a serene privacy.
"Do you work out?" Corey asked, and I turned to find him right next to me.
"Oh" I said, taken aback at how close he was, "I um... No, not really anymore... Sometimes".
He was shorter than me by a decent stretch, and far slimmer, so I wasn't particularly bothered that he was enquiring. He stared at my arms, which were admittedly quite large from my days on the building sites, and smiled at me.
"You look like you do" he said, and his voice was low and smooth.
Perhaps I was thinking too much into it, but there was something almost seductive about him. I shook it off and chuckled.
As we set sail, Richard and I sat up front and cracked open some beers, and Corey remained glued to his phone, video recording every fucking ripple in the water.
"Fucking kids, huh?" Richard scoffed, "when we were that age we'd be jumping into the damn lake, not photographing it".
I smiled, but immediately felt the need to defend my secret attraction to the boy.
"He's not really a kid, though, is he?" I half laughed, "I mean, he's a grown man now".
Richard cackled, and smacked his leg.
"A grown man?" He laughed, "his mom still tucks him into bed at night" he added, and that did absolutely nothing to help. "A grown man, HA!"
He was correct of course. My own son was eighteen, and there was nothing grown about him. Sure, he was legally an adult, but what difference did that make? I was more than twice Corey's age, and to even consider him in that light was wrong. No, that was it, I was going to push those depraved thoughts to the back of my mind and leave them there.
"I'm going for a piss" Richard belched, and disappeared into the cabin leaving Corey and I alone.
"Did you catch anything, Steven?" He asked, leaning over the side of the boat so that his t-shirt slid up his bronzed back to reveal the waistband of his white underwear. I pulled my eyes from it.
"Nope, they must be sleeping" I replied.
A silence fell for a moment until Corey spoke again, and my mouth became dry.
"Did you like what you saw from your bedroom?"
It felt like I'd gotten an electric shock. I stared at the back of the young man with wide eyes, hoping that I'd misheard him.
"W... What do you mean?" I gulped, grabbing the can of beer and chugging from it.
Corey turned around, a pearly white grin across his cute face and his dimples dimpeling perfectly.
"Can I pee here?" He asked, and I had no words to give him back. I simply stared at him in shock.
"I guess it doesn't matter, right?" The youngster continued, "it's not like you haven't seen it already".
He winked at me and proceeded to pull down the front of his shorts as I watched with a mixture of horror and excitement. What the fuck was happening?!
It was more beautiful than I remembered. His pole was quite large compared to his petit frame, and completely smooth like the rest of him. He gripped it in his hand, slid his foreskin halfway across his glans and began to piss over the edge of the boat as I gawped at him.
As wrong as it was, I began to harden as I watched.
"Hey!" Richard's voice boomed behind us, and I froze.
"Get your damn dick back into your pants you little shit!" He snapped, smacking his son on the back of the head with a rolled up newspaper, and Corey laughed as he shoved his junk back into his shorts and hurried off.
I waited for Richard to ask what the fuck I was doing sitting there and watching as his son pissed right in front of me, but he sat back down and sighed as he took the fishing rod back into his hands.
"Kids" he scoffed, "who'd have em'?"
In the days that followed the events on the lake, my mind was swarmed with visions of Corey. I began thinking about him whilst in work. Then I'd think about him at home, while I was driving, I was even thinking about him in the shower, but when my wife and I were getting intimate one evening and I briefly imagined that it was Corey beneath me, I knew it had gone too far.
The following Saturday when my wife and the boys went over to her sister's place for the day, a knock sounded on the door and when I looked out, it was Corey who stood there.
I wasn't sure if I was happy or annoyed to see him, but what I was sure of, was that this had to stop. I grabbed a bathrobe, wrapped it around my underwear clad body and pulled open the door to find the young man smiling up at me.
"Hey, Steven"
"Hi Corey, what can I do for you?"
His eyes trailed my covered body and I became increasingly uncomfortable until he spoke again.
"Do you want me to wash your car?" He asked, which was quite strange considering he had never once asked to do such a thing before, "it's just, I need cash for a party tonight and I can't really ask my dad or he'll know I'm gonna' be drinking".
"And you think I'm gonna give you money for booze?" I scoffed.
"Oh come on, Mr. Dunne, I know you're much more openminded than my dad".
I wasn't imagining it. Corey's voice was soft and smooth once more and even his eyes appeared alluring. I swallowed a lump in my throat.
"Or" he continued, quieter now as he leaned forward, "I could do other things for the money".
He reached toward me as I watched in shock, and pulled at the belt of the robe. As it began to come away in his hand, revealing my mostly naked, hairy body, I grabbed it and held it closed.
"Fine" I half choked, "wash the car".
He took his hand back and his smile curled higher.
"Yes sir" he whispered, and walked back toward his house.
(Part 2 below)
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At forty three, with a wife, two kids and a decent job, many people would be forgiven for believing that I had it all tied up. I'd been happily married for sixteen years, we lived in a modest home in a sleepy town, and on the outside, everything seemed perfectly average.
On the inside, however, I had a secret, and my secret was the neighbour's boy.
His father Richard and I had been close buddies for most of the last ten years that we'd lived here. He was your typical truck driving, let's go fishing kind of guy, and I'd always been happy to oblige. I guess when you reach my age and you've settled down, you'll find any excuse to go for a few beers.
Corey was eighteen now, and up until that point I'll be honest, I barely noticed the kid. He was the same age as my eldest son, and the two of them hung out briefly as boys, but other than that, he'd been a pretty shy kid.
I hadn't twigged it before, but Corey's bedroom window was the one directly opposite our bedroom window, and just a few weeks ago, everything I had known and believed for the last forty odd years had come crashing down around me.
We were getting ready to go to my mother-in-law's place for dinner, which was about as exciting as you might expect. My wife was getting the boys ready downstairs and I was getting dressed in the bedroom when I just happened to glance out the window and found Corey.
I paid no attention to him at first. It wasn't like I'd never seen the guy before, but as I fixed my tie I looked up again and noticed that he was naked.
Now I'm no prude, and raising two sons means you're going to have your fair share of chaotic nudity, but this was different. He was standing far enough back from the window that I had a full view of his completely hairless, beautifully curved body and something about the scene made me ravenously horny.
I've never been attracted to a man before, but the cute young blond across from me was doing things to my brain that even my wife couldn't do. As I gawped at him, I felt my cock swell in my pants, and even though I knew that this was wrong on every level, I couldn't help but stare.
He seemed completely carefree in the perceived privacy of his own bedroom, and little did he know that the married father of two was perving on him from the house next door, until he did know, and the two of us locked eyes.
In that moment, panic set in and I scrambled back from the window. Sure, I hadn't actually done anything, but what would my wife say if she heard that I'd been staring through the window at the neighbours naked eighteen-year-old? When I eventually took another careful look, his curtains were pulled closed, and I felt like a fucking creep.
A few days passed before the weekend arrived once more and Richard and I had planned a trip out to the lake. He had a small boat and I had plenty of beer, so at seven o' clock on Saturday morning a knock sounded on my door and when I opened it, it wasn't Richard who stood in the porch.
"Hey, Steven" Corey smiled, "need a hand with your fishing stuff?"
Holy shit, he was hot. His eyes were sparkling green, his messy blond hair hung loosely on his head, and his golden, sun-kissed skin showed not a single imperfection. The cute dimples in his cheeks lit up his youthful face, and I'll be honest, it was difficult not to keep my eyes on the crotch of his loose blue shorts which left nothing to the imagination.
"You don't mind if this little shit tags along, do you, Steve?" Richard called from his truck, "suddenly he 'loves fishing'" he added with the air quotes and a roll of his eyes.
I didn't mind at all, but it didn't make sense. Corey, like my own son, had never had any interest in fishing. He was one of those kids who made TikToks and got angry at video games, but I wasn't about to turn down some eye candy for the day, no matter how creepy that sounded.
The lake wasn't far from where we lived, so after a short drive we reached our destination and the three of us lugged a cooler of beer and three fishing rods onto the boat as the morning sun began to bake down on us.
Richard headed up the front of the boat and began to do whatever needed to be done whilst Corey and I stood on the deck at the back. I'd always loved the scenery out here, it was completely surrounded by trees which afforded a serene privacy.
"Do you work out?" Corey asked, and I turned to find him right next to me.
"Oh" I said, taken aback at how close he was, "I um... No, not really anymore... Sometimes".
He was shorter than me by a decent stretch, and far slimmer, so I wasn't particularly bothered that he was enquiring. He stared at my arms, which were admittedly quite large from my days on the building sites, and smiled at me.
"You look like you do" he said, and his voice was low and smooth.
Perhaps I was thinking too much into it, but there was something almost seductive about him. I shook it off and chuckled.
As we set sail, Richard and I sat up front and cracked open some beers, and Corey remained glued to his phone, video recording every fucking ripple in the water.
"Fucking kids, huh?" Richard scoffed, "when we were that age we'd be jumping into the damn lake, not photographing it".
I smiled, but immediately felt the need to defend my secret attraction to the boy.
"He's not really a kid, though, is he?" I half laughed, "I mean, he's a grown man now".
Richard cackled, and smacked his leg.
"A grown man?" He laughed, "his mom still tucks him into bed at night" he added, and that did absolutely nothing to help. "A grown man, HA!"
He was correct of course. My own son was eighteen, and there was nothing grown about him. Sure, he was legally an adult, but what difference did that make? I was more than twice Corey's age, and to even consider him in that light was wrong. No, that was it, I was going to push those depraved thoughts to the back of my mind and leave them there.
"I'm going for a piss" Richard belched, and disappeared into the cabin leaving Corey and I alone.
"Did you catch anything, Steven?" He asked, leaning over the side of the boat so that his t-shirt slid up his bronzed back to reveal the waistband of his white underwear. I pulled my eyes from it.
"Nope, they must be sleeping" I replied.
A silence fell for a moment until Corey spoke again, and my mouth became dry.
"Did you like what you saw from your bedroom?"
It felt like I'd gotten an electric shock. I stared at the back of the young man with wide eyes, hoping that I'd misheard him.
"W... What do you mean?" I gulped, grabbing the can of beer and chugging from it.
Corey turned around, a pearly white grin across his cute face and his dimples dimpeling perfectly.
"Can I pee here?" He asked, and I had no words to give him back. I simply stared at him in shock.
"I guess it doesn't matter, right?" The youngster continued, "it's not like you haven't seen it already".
He winked at me and proceeded to pull down the front of his shorts as I watched with a mixture of horror and excitement. What the fuck was happening?!
It was more beautiful than I remembered. His pole was quite large compared to his petit frame, and completely smooth like the rest of him. He gripped it in his hand, slid his foreskin halfway across his glans and began to piss over the edge of the boat as I gawped at him.
As wrong as it was, I began to harden as I watched.
"Hey!" Richard's voice boomed behind us, and I froze.
"Get your damn dick back into your pants you little shit!" He snapped, smacking his son on the back of the head with a rolled up newspaper, and Corey laughed as he shoved his junk back into his shorts and hurried off.
I waited for Richard to ask what the fuck I was doing sitting there and watching as his son pissed right in front of me, but he sat back down and sighed as he took the fishing rod back into his hands.
"Kids" he scoffed, "who'd have em'?"
In the days that followed the events on the lake, my mind was swarmed with visions of Corey. I began thinking about him whilst in work. Then I'd think about him at home, while I was driving, I was even thinking about him in the shower, but when my wife and I were getting intimate one evening and I briefly imagined that it was Corey beneath me, I knew it had gone too far.
The following Saturday when my wife and the boys went over to her sister's place for the day, a knock sounded on the door and when I looked out, it was Corey who stood there.
I wasn't sure if I was happy or annoyed to see him, but what I was sure of, was that this had to stop. I grabbed a bathrobe, wrapped it around my underwear clad body and pulled open the door to find the young man smiling up at me.
"Hey, Steven"
"Hi Corey, what can I do for you?"
His eyes trailed my covered body and I became increasingly uncomfortable until he spoke again.
"Do you want me to wash your car?" He asked, which was quite strange considering he had never once asked to do such a thing before, "it's just, I need cash for a party tonight and I can't really ask my dad or he'll know I'm gonna' be drinking".
"And you think I'm gonna give you money for booze?" I scoffed.
"Oh come on, Mr. Dunne, I know you're much more openminded than my dad".
I wasn't imagining it. Corey's voice was soft and smooth once more and even his eyes appeared alluring. I swallowed a lump in my throat.
"Or" he continued, quieter now as he leaned forward, "I could do other things for the money".
He reached toward me as I watched in shock, and pulled at the belt of the robe. As it began to come away in his hand, revealing my mostly naked, hairy body, I grabbed it and held it closed.
"Fine" I half choked, "wash the car".
He took his hand back and his smile curled higher.
"Yes sir" he whispered, and walked back toward his house.
(Part 2 below)
Thanks for reading! If you enjoy my writing, why not check out my Patreon? I'm a full time erotic author and I post short stories and long running series almost every day of the week. Hundreds of stories are already available, and hundreds of people enjoy them daily. Check it out here!