for school clothes at the mall or something to that effect. In any case, I was more than happy to have the house to myself. I always found that when they were away, I had plenty of time to relieve some of my sexual tension by looking up naked pictures of men online. Those orgasms were always my best. There was always so much come to clean up off of the keyboard! I was lucky if two or three sperm came into my wife, at best. I once had to suggest to my wife that our son might be gay because she found some of my erotic pictures while on our computer.  She made me give him “the talk” just to ensure that “he wouldn’t be acting funny,” to put it in her words. My son was mostly just confused.

On that particular lonely evening, I decided to step outside for a while and get some fresh. That was when I noticed the new neighbor’s moving truck. Somehow I missed it when I pulled into the house. I must have been distracted by thoughts of having the house to myself and of the good orgasm that I would have to fake pictures of Brad Pitt naked. Like a good neighbor, I decided to walk up to the house and welcome him to the neighborhood.

The door was wide open when I walked onto the porch. Boxes were strewn all over place. I knocked on open door and asked if anyone was home.

A few moments later, a young man began to walk towards me from inside. He was skinny with long blonde hair and green eyes. He smiled as he approached me. His teeth were perfectly white and straight. The heat of the day had apparently caused him to get rid of shirt, and I got a full view of his upper body. Full, pink nipples dotted his chest and a hint of a six-pack showed on his stomach. “He must be from near the coast,” I thought to myself, “because he has a nice golden tan.”

“Hey there,” I said, “My name is Gordon and I live next door. I just wanted to welcome you to our little neighborhood here. And to check you out, of course, to make sure that you’re our kind of material.” He had a puzzled expression on his face as I laughed, but he soon wiped that away with another winning smile.

“Thanks a lot Gordon, nice to meet you. Stewart here. You can call me Stewie though,” he politely responded.

“So did you lose your shirt in the move?” I joked. He didn’t laugh as much as I did, but I could tell he thought that it was pretty funny.

“Nope, it just got really hot. It’s steaming out here today!” he said.

“Somethin’s definitely steamy,” I told him, not really realizing that I was secretly talking about him.

He laughed a little and bit his lower lip while staring at me. He started to shuffle his feet from side to side. At that point, I told him that I should probably be getting back home and left him, but not before inviting him over for dinner the next evening. He accepted my