This story is essentially true, and it happened to me. Some details were changed, but not many. As it is my first submission to Nifty, your comments, positive or critical are encouraged and welcomed. You can contact me at: aphastic1@yahoo.com
What Took Me So Long? By Aphastic One
My partner and I owned a house in the suburbs. He commuted to work every day and I, being a consultant, worked at home a lot. Everybody on the street sort of knew we were gay, and they were pretty much cool with it. All of the houses were close to each other, separated by only about 50 feet. Each house had a sliding patio door in the rear and most were backed by acres of undeveloped woodland.
One summer, I got ambitious and decided to build a huge deck behind my house. I worked on it almost every afternoon and evening. My next-door neighbor was a single working mom with two young girls and an older son. The boy was about 19 and had been looking for a job. He couldn't find anything at all that summer, so he was at home alone much of the time. I had heard that he had a girlfriend, but she lived a few miles away and he didn't have a car. Anyway, I never saw them together.
One day I was either cutting the grass in my back yard or working on my deck. I happened to look up and saw him standing, almost invisible, inside his patio doorway. He was tall, perhaps 6'2" and very skinny. He could not have weighed more than 140 lbs. He was of mixed race with black, curly hair and he was quite good-looking. But when I saw him in the doorway, the first thing I noticed was that he was stark naked. The next thing I noticed was a penis that was the longest I had ever seen in my life; its length was exaggerated perhaps, by his too-slender frame. Even soft, it hung almost to his knees.
I was shocked to say the least! I had no idea how long he had been standing there in the shadows looking at me. When he realized that I staring at him he just slowly turned around and disappeared back inside.
Well, this became a pattern that went on for several weeks. Naturally, I found lots of excuses to work in my back yard. The deck construction was way ahead of schedule. The lawn was in better shape than ever. Even my bf was amazed at my apparent energy and motivation.
Most days my voyeurism went unrewarded. He would appear only once or twice a week. But when it happened, he would be standing there naked, staring dead-pan at me, and occasionally wrapping a hand around that splendid, soft, dark meat, languidly jacking it in slow motion. Then he would slowly turn around and make sure that I got a good look at that luscious, round, little brown butt before he disappeared.
For the life of me I couldn't figure out what he was doing. Or why. I always had assumed that he was straight. Was he teasing me? Was he daring me? Was he trying to entrap me? All I knew was that he was driving me crazy!
I didn't know what to do. He never spoke; he never gave me any sign or gesture. And I didn't dare approach him or cross over into his back yard, or confront him in any way. I was just too scared to do anything but stare back and try to maintain my composure. Occasionally I would nod, smile, and give a little wave, trying to look friendly yet quizzical. This went on for several weeks.
Then one afternoon he came out the patio door dressed in a t-shirt and khaki shorts that incidentally, were a tad too short to completely conceal the length of that astonishing appendage. He was carrying what looked like some laundry. I assumed he was going to hang the stuff on his mom's clothesline down at the end of their back yard. But as I watched, he continued walking with it, past the clothesline and down into the dense woods beyond. He was soon out of sight.
I couldn't figure out what was going on. I hesitated for five or ten minutes before curiosity got the best of me. I cautiously followed his path pretty far down into the woods where I caught sight of him through the trees and brush. He was in a little clearing. A down-filled comforter and sheet were spread out on the ground and he was lying there on his back. He was naked, stunningly erect, hands locked behind his head, grinning evilly up at me.
As I approached through the brush, he rose up on one elbow, looked up at me and asked, "What took you so long?"