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I couldn't help it. All day, my sexual encounter with my neighbor, Trent, had replayed in my mind. At times, I was scared to death, thinking this was the recipe for disaster. Other times, I couldn't wait to be with him again. I'd always seen my ideal as a long-term relationship with a loving partner, but Trent had totally rocked my world. I couldn't get him off my mind. I knew little about him, but he was like my perfect sexual counterpart, and he knew it.

The day went by slowly. The usual Saturday errands, then some phone calls from family members. Coffee with a friend. I snuck in a nap, then made some dinner. Time drifted by, and before I knew it, it was midnight. Maybe Trent got held up at work. Maybe he was already home and changed his mind about what had been going on between us. I slowly opened my front door and checked to make sure no one was in the parking lot. Then, I took a couple steps out and looked over to see if any of Trent's lights were on in his unit. The place was dark.

"Fuck, how desperate can a person get?" I though to myself. I couldn't believe I was attached to a straight farm boy who now had me servicing him on demand. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be what my life had come to. Even as I was beating myself up over this, my thoughts were drifting to him. I could see him in my mind, and that body. I was helpless. I wanted to do anything to make him feel good. I loved worshiping his body, and would do it again if given the opportunity.

I took a hot shower and got ready for bed. It was coming up on 1 AM, when my phone rang. "Did I wake you?" he asked.

"No, I was just getting ready for bed," I explained.

"Sorry I'm so late. I could really use you over here, Paul."

"I'll be right over," I told him.

I walked next door and he came to the door, still in his white kitchen uniform. He was shelling his uniform jacket and drinking a big glass of ice water. He said, "Man, what a day."

He settled into a chair, looking beat and down. I knelt on the floor in front of him, lifted his foot, and slid his shoe off. He breathed a sigh of relief, as I began rubbing his foot, through his white sock. I couldn't help myself, as I brought it to my face and inhaled. The scent was intoxicating, and I found myself rubbing his foot all over my face. He said, "Damn, man, I know my feet must stink after