gaystripstories: About a month ago, I had a new neighbor move in, and I sat by my window watching hi
gaystripstories: About a month ago, I had a new neighbor move in, and I sat by my window watching his sweaty, muscular body as he carried in boxes to his house. He was a welcome addition in more ways than one- there used to be an older couple that lived next door with a junky old RV in the backyard. It had been left behind when they moved away, and my neighbor started dismantling. Finding any excuse to be near him while he worked, I began a gardening project right by the short fence between our yards. Aw fuck! Peering over the fence, I saw him holding the handle that had broken off of his shovel. He’d been using it to dig up the sunken front end of the RV, but he apparently went a little too hard. Need another one? He swung his head around to my question, and he gave me a smile that brightened up his rugged face. You still willing after I just broke this one? I’ll go easy I promise. No prob- I just finished digging up my last bush, so you can use it for a while. Thanks- by the way, I’m Charlie. Matt. Welcome to the neighborhood. I’d run out of projects to do in the backyard, so I had to be content with watching him again from the window. As the sun lowered in the sky, he ripped off his shirt and threw it over the old wheelbarrow beside him. He had a bit of a belly, but I knew that it was covering solid muscle. My hand was pawing at my crotch as he upended his water bottle over his head to cool himself off. He glistened in the later afternoon sun, and I would have been able to watch him for hours if he hadn’t have looked towards my window right at that moment. I doubt he could have seen me before I ducked out of the way, but it’s as if he could see me watching him. I’d have to be more careful tomorrow. The next morning, I decided that I would wash off my garbage cans just to be outside. Opening the door, there was a small post-it note stuck right in the center of the glass: Didn’t want to wake you up just in case, but I finished up with your shovel so you can swing by and grab it at that piece of shit RV. Not wasting a second, I headed up to the street to get around the fence and walked into his backyard. I could hear him moving stuff around inside, and I knocked on the opened door. Charlie? He appeared a second later, standing there completely naked except for his work boots and the shovel covering his crotch. He’d taken my breath away, and I just stood there admiring his body. His quads bulged out of his legs, and he was thankfully hairy everywhere. Sorry bud, the old fan broke this morning, and I had to strip off to keep from overheating. I meant to put my pants back on, but I forgot that I even had my cock out. Hearing that word come out of his mouth made me look down at his crotch- the shovel had dropped a bit in his arms, and he was showing off an impressive bush above his cock. N- no problem. If you want, I can grab some clothes inside the house and show off the renovations in there. So far, I’ve done the master bedroom and the shower in the master bath. You want to see? I’d like to see everything. But I don’t want you to have to waste a clean outfit just for me. His eyebrows were raised now as we both pretended that we didn’t know exactly what we were both implying. Well, I could shower off if I wanted to. Care to join me? As long as you leave that shovel here. I only really care about the tool behind it. With a laugh bubbling up deep inside of him, he powerfully threw the shovel behind him and forcefully swept me off the ground. Up close, I could smell his musk and feel his cock firming up against my leg as he walked. Thank goodness his shovel broke yesterday… Once again. no post today, so check out the latest short story from @gaystripstories. As always, support some content creators in the community, adn spread his work, and check out more if you’re interested -- source link