DECEMBER 2008 | BEN:

    The days spent in Dad's cabin were monotonous, but peaceful. We went for walks in the woods. We had drinks by the fire. Every now and then, we got the balls to go skinny-dipping in the lake even though it was freezing outside.

    "So is this what you normally do all day?" I asked one evening after dinner. Dad and I were sitting by the fire, having some of the fancy scotch I'd gotten for him at the airport in London.

    "Pretty much."

    "Maybe you should get a dog or something."

    "I've got a goldfinch that visits me most days," my father joked.

    "Dad, I'm serious. I'm... a bit worried about you feeling lonely."

    "Loneliness is a state of mind, Benny. I'll be alright," he said, but I could tell he was just trying to put on a brave face.

    "Just because it's a state of mind doesn't mean it's not real. Stop trying to act like you're okay if you're not! You and Mom were married for over 25 years, and you've barely said anything to me about the divorce since it happened."

    "What do you want me to say?" he asked calmly. "That it sucks? Because it does. But it happened and now it's over."

    "Why did it happen?" I prodded.

    "Your mother and I... stopped being as close as we once were."

    "What does that mean, that you stopped having sex?"

    "Now listen here, Ben! I've been a liberal father and God knows I've shared things with you most fathers don't share with their sons. But that does not give you the right to pry into my personal business."

    "I'm sorry, Dad," I apologized with a sigh. "I didn't mean to pry. We don't have to talk about anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just don't want you to not talk to me about something because it's embarrassing. Do you know what I mean? Fuck, I was 16 the first time we jerked off together. I would hope we'd be past the point of 'embarrassed' by now."

    "I'm not 'embarrassed,'" Dad said, but I wasn't convinced. "I just don't feel like talking about everything with you."

    "Okay, fair enough. Maybe you can talk to someone else. And I'm not talking about the goldfinch! Have you met any of the neighbors around here?"

    "What neighbors? You've walked around here, you know there's no one nearby."

    "Still, people live in the area, even if you have to drive to them. And I've noticed that house on the other side of the woods, the cabin that looks kinda like this one. Do you know who lives there?"

    My father pondered silently for a few seconds before answering.

    "I don't know too much about them. Or him. I just know there's a man that lives there, I don't know if he's there alone."

    "What kinda man? Is he your age?"

    "Seems to be."

    "See, that's perfect! Why don't we go meet him? You could use a friend who doesn't have wings."

    Dad let out a sigh, but I knew him long enough to know that I was going to get my way.

    "Fine. We can try and walk to his house tomorrow."

 

NICK:

    Ever since spying on my neighbor jerking off a part of me wanted to meet him, but another part had no idea how to go about it. It's funny: the older I got the more difficult it felt to make new friends. During my marriage, I'd grown comfortable with the idea that I had my wife for company. Meeting new people now brought me very much out of my comfort zone. 

    Thankfully, my son was here to give me a well-intentioned push. It wasn't even my idea to go meet the neighbor, it was Ben who'd suggested it. The following afternoon, before it started to get dark out, Ben and I went for another walk in the woods, going all the way to Gary Carr's house, the man whose name I knew even though I'd never spoken to him.

    When we walked up Gary's porch, I looked down at the spot where his cum had landed last time I was here. It would be long gone by now, of course. Except... I thought I saw something glistening in the grass. Could it be fresh cum from earlier today? Was this a daily routine of my neighbor's?

    "Dad, what're you looking at?" my son asked. I shook my head and said "nothing" and he knocked on the door.

    "Coming!" came a loud voice from inside. The man's voice sounded precisely like I'd imagined it: deep and raspy. It took him a couple of minutes to get to the door, and I wondered if he was naked and looking for something to wear. I may've been right, because when he answered the door he was wearing a robe and seemingly nothing else.

    "Hi there," my son said cheerfully. "I'm Ben, and this is my dad, Nick. He just moved here recently and we figured we'd introduce ourselves."

    Just then, I realized how awkward it felt to have my son speak on my behalf, like I was a shy child and he was my mother. "Good evening," I quickly grunted at the new neighbor as assertively as I could.

    "Evenin', fellas. Thanks for droppin' by. Why don't you walk in?" the man said with what I assumed was a smile, even though it was hard to see behind his bushy beard and mustache. "I'm Gary."

    We shook hands and Gary shut the door behind us. Ben and I took our shoes off because they were muddy after our walk through the woods, and Gary invited us in for some coffee, "or somethin' stronger if ya'd like?"

    "I don't know if you're a whiskey drinker," my son said, "but I bought several bottles of this scotch recently, and I'd be happy for you to have one. A little neighborly gift." He pulled out a bottle that I wasn't even aware he'd brought along.

    "Thank you," Gary said, looking genuinely appreciative. "Why don't we open it right now? On the rocks or neat?"

    Gary went to the kitchen to fix our drinks, and my son and I went into the living room. The Christmas tree was already up, as were some other decorations around the house. What with the decor and Gary's long beard, I realized it felt like being in Santa's cottage.

    Gary joined us and sat across the table from us after handing us our drinks. It wasn't long before it became evident that he and I had a lot in common. He was also divorced (albeit, a long time ago) and father to one son, Andrew, who was a professor at some college out of state.

    A couple of drinks in, and Gary only looked more like Santa Claus as his cheeks started to get rosy. He was a nice man, and there was plenty of laughter all around the table. As he got comfortable, my neighbor sat with his legs spread wide open, probably not even realizing everything between his legs was on display. I was sitting right across from him, with Ben slightly on the side. I wasn't sure if my son could see, but I got a prime view of Gary's large balls and thick, cut, hairy cock while he talked and laughed. 

    Before we knew it, not only was it pitch-dark outside, but it'd also started to snow. 

    "Why don't you stay over for dinner?" Gary offered. "I can make enough for three. You brought me this nice scotch here, least you can do is let me feed you. Maybe the snow will stop by the time we're done."

    But the snow didn't stop. Gary, Ben, and I had a lovely dinner, but by the time we were finished it was only snowing more heavily.

    "Oh, boy," Gary said, still in his robe and looking out the window. "I don't know how you boys feel about it, but you're welcome to crash in my guest room for the night. I'd offer to drive you back, but I've had several of these," he said, shaking the scotch glass in his hand. Ben and I looked at one another, and I could tell he was thinking the same thing as me: Why not? Without exchanging any words, I knew we were in agreement.

    "Thank you for the offer, Gary," I said, slightly raising my mostly empty glass in a toasting gesture. "We'll take you up on that." My neighbor and I smiled at one another for a moment before I spoke again. "Shall we do another round?"

    We ended up having two more rounds of whiskey. I hadn't been this drunk in years, and certainly never around Ben before. My son and I were bonding like buddies, as adults, and in my drunkenness, that thought filled me with joy. We all laughed a lot, and the lonely feeling from earlier in the day seemed like a distant memory. I knew I'd made a new friend tonight as well, and I felt better and more like myself than I had since before the divorce. Maybe for the first time in years, if I was being honest with myself.

    Eventually we were all sitting back in our chairs, feeling a little exhausted from the hours of spirited (and spirit-fueled) conversation and laughter. Ben surprised me by saying he needed to hit the hay. I figured since he was the youngest he'd be the last to tap out, but I guess he was still feeling some jet lag. I figured I'd head to bed as well, and told him I'd be up soon. Ben leaped up from the couch and headed to the bathroom, leaving Gary and me sitting. Gary's legs were spread open again, and he was drunk enough that he'd let the belt on his robe loosen up. His cock and balls were practically out in the open but I was pretty sure he didn't realize it. He kept the house pretty warm and cozy, so he probably wouldn't feel a chill even if his robe fell open.

    Realizing I was staring openly at his mostly-exposed dick, I looked back up at my neighbor's face, but his eyes were closed and he was cracking up at something he'd said. I felt bad that I hadn't even been listening. "It really is time for bed," I thought. I stood up and moved to take my empty glass over to the kitchen. Then Gary stood up quickly and reached for it.

    "Hey, I'll take that," he said, grabbing my glass with one hand, holding his own in the other. "Need to clean up a little in there anyway before turning in." I glanced down and saw that Gary's sudden movements had caused the belt of his robe to loosen even more, and everything was now on full display. His eyes followed mine and he started laughing again. He took a few steps over to the counter, set down the glasses and then retied his robe.

    "Guess I should have at least put some pants on for dinner," Gary said with a final chuckle.

    "Hey, it's your house, you do as you please," I replied as we stood looking at one another.

    "Been here for years and I still haven't gotten around to putting in a washer hookup," Gary said, looking wistful and shaking his head. "Still doing my laundry in town like some college kid. My solution ended up being... not wearing much around the house." He seemed both amused and proud to be telling me that, and I thought again of the recent morning I'd watched him stroll out on his porch. When I realized I'd never actually seen Gary dressed, it struck me as funny. Feeling friendly, I figured I could help out a little.

    "Next time you need stuff washed, I guess those sheets we're sleeping on tonight will be in there," I said, gesturing at the bedroom Ben had gone into a few minutes before. "So why don't you come on by my place and use my machine. We can have some beers while it runs." Gary's face brightened up when I said that, which made me feel good.

    "Well, thank you kindly, Nick. I may just do that."

    We said our goodnights and soon I was standing at the side of the bed, pulling off my clothes. Ben was already buried under the covers on the other side. Sliding off my boxers, I thought it might be courteous to let my son know I was going to be bare-assed sleeping next to him.

    "Benny," I said, turning around to pull back the bedspread on my side. "Hope you don't mind but I haven't worn anything to sleep in years, so I'm gonna be..." I trailed off as I saw my son sprawled diagonally across the bed, dead asleep. And naked as a jaybird. I shook my head and sighed deeply. Then I pushed my son's lower half to the other side as best I could, turned off the light, and tried to go to sleep.

    I didn't succeed very well with the sleep. If I'd gone to bed thirty minutes earlier I would have passed out cold like Ben had done. But I found myself at that stage of intoxication where you can't seem to fully nod off and instead linger in that twilight, just shy of being asleep. In the not-quite-dreams I was having, I was talking to Gary, but he was fully naked, like that time I'd seen him on his porch. I felt like I could see every detail of his body, like I was right up close. The gray in his chest hair, the cut of the muscles on his side, above his hip. His bushy pubes right above his cock. His pissing cock. His hard boner. His cum on the grass, wet like dew drops.

    Fuck! I sat up in bed, suddenly awake but with my head still swimming. I could hear Ben lightly snoring next to me, but everything else was quiet. The walls of the room were barely visible in the moonlight coming through the window. I felt like I needed to stretch my muscles a little, maybe get some water. I threw back the covers and stood up, needing to steady myself for a moment. I realized I was still feeling the whiskey. I also looked down and realized that my cock was rock hard. "Piss hardon," I thought to myself, even though I didn't feel the slightest urge to use the bathroom.

    I stepped over to the bedroom door, which I hadn't closed all the way, and pulled it open. Stepping gently down the hallway, I hoped my restlessness wouldn't wake anyone else up. I was massaging the back of my neck and so my head was bent forward. Between that and the general darkness, I didn't notice Gary until he was suddenly right in front of me.

    Jumping in surprise but managing not to give a shout, I was looking Gary right in the eyes. I must have had a wild or confused look on my face because my neighbor laughed for a moment.

    "Whoa there!" he said quietly. "I see I ain't the only one who can't sleep, eh?"

    I smiled weakly, still getting my bearings. "Yeah, Ben's dead to the world but I can't seem to get there," I explained. Gary was silent for a few seconds.

    "I see we have something else in common, too," he said in a more serious-sounding tone. His eyes were cast downward and it was only then that I noticed he was as naked as I was. And every bit as hard. His cock jutted out in front of him, curving upward slightly. The helmet-like head reflected a bit of the moonlight. My own cock suddenly felt even harder somehow, when I realized Gary was staring at it. For a moment I was very aware of my heart, which was beating much faster than normal.

    Gary had a glass of water in his hand, and that probably explained why he was coming back from the kitchen.

    "I was, uh... thirsty," I said, more to break the silence than anything else.

    "Have some of this," Gary said in almost a whisper and he offered me the glass. As I took it, I felt the tips of his fingers and got a shiver up my spine at the contact. "What's happening?" I thought to myself. I sipped some water from the glass, wondering if my neighbor had already taken a drink from it. The odd drunken thought passed through my head: "I hope he did."

    I handed the glass back to him, which he accepted wordlessly. I took a deep breath and found myself staring at both our hard cocks. The heads both wobbled softly in the air between us, no more than two feet separating them.

    "Do you need anything else?" Gary said, so softly this time I could barely hear him. Something powerful came over me right then. I knew exactly what he meant. And I knew exactly what I needed. The confidence and satisfaction I'd felt earlier in the evening rushed back to me. And so did the memory of lying in bed just now, thinking about Gary's cock.

    With a surge of excitement, I found myself getting down on my knees. That cock I'd been thinking about since I'd first seen my neighbor was now staring me right in the face. I'd never felt anything like this before, but I knew I wanted to go with it. I reached out my right hand and wrapped it around my neighbor's erection. It felt so thick and hot inside my grip. This was a man's cock I was holding, I thought to myself. A dude just like me, who was out on his own and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. Not giving a damn about what anyone else says.

    I leaned forward and I felt Gary step toward me to make things easier. Using my hand to bring his dick close to my mouth, I extended my tongue and took a slow lick all around that shiny cockhead. When I started to do that a second time, Gary let out a quiet moan and I felt him lean against the nearby wall for support. That made me change my grip on his cock somewhat, and I grabbed it lower down, near his furry balls. More of his shaft was visible below the head now. I wanted to know how much of it I could get into my mouth.

    Gary was happy to let me explore that question, and I did it with gusto. He never said a word to me as I worked, but I could tell from his deep grunts and sighs that he was enjoying this. My hand was slowly stroking the part of his cock that I wasn't able to get to with my mouth, spreading my spit to the base and occasionally pulling at his big nuts. I loved to do that when I jerked off and I could tell he liked the feeling too by the way his cock pulsed with each tug.

    I felt something in my hair and I realized it was Gary's hand. Tentatively at first, he was lightly touching the back of my head. When I didn't react, he got more bold, rubbing my scalp and pulling gently at my thinning hair. That gave me goosebumps at the back of my neck and I moaned, the sound muffled by a mouthful of cock. Eventually I felt him pulling my head toward him, in a rhythm with his thrusting. I stopped stroking his cock and moved that hand to his balls. He started thrusting in and out of my mouth faster, which turned me on even more.

    My other hand had been teasing my own cock this entire time. It felt hard and thick, bigger than usual, and I was leaking like a fucking faucet. My entire cock was slicked up with precum and I was hesitant to stroke it much, since I wanted to prolong this in every way.

    Gary was thrusting into my mouth fast, but not hard. I felt his thick cockhead hit the back of my mouth each time, but it was a soft probing. He was feeling for my limit and I was pleased that I was getting him in a little more as the minutes passed. I figured out how to time my breathing and relax a little, and suddenly I felt him sliding into my throat. It was exhilarating, that feeling of fullness and knowing I was going to get all of his length in, at least briefly. After he'd been able to feel my nose pressed into his body a few times, my neighbor pulled back quickly. He removed his cock from my mouth and began jerking it rapidly, but his other hand remained on the back of my head. I heard him let out something between a moan and a bearish growl.

    "Grrrmmm... C'mere," he said, and tugged my head forward. "Let me feed you, Nick."

    Half a second later, the first couple inches of his cock were back in my mouth. It was already twitching and I felt a powerful shot of fluid burst out. In that moment, I imagined Gary out on the deck again when I'd seen him jerk out a load onto the grass. Just like he was doing now, but down into my throat. All I could do was swallow as more of his jizz slid along the back of my tongue. A wave came over me after that. I realized it had begun right when Gary had said my name. There was something so sensual about hearing his deep voice speak just to me. It was only when I felt the stickiness on my hand that I realized I'd shot my own load. My hand had been around my cock but I hadn't been stroking at all. It had just... happened.

    Gary's cock was still oozing a thick glob of cum as he pulled it back out of my mouth. I leaned forward quickly and ran my tongue across the swollen head, retrieving the last of his load with my tongue. "I can't believe I just did that," I thought to myself. I suddenly felt a little more sober than before. I looked up at my neighbor and found he was looking back at me, seeming both curious and bewildered.

    I stood up, trying not to stagger too much after being on my knees for so long. I know I had a dumb grin on my face as I stared at Gary, but it seemed to put him at ease. He grabbed the glass of water from the shelf where he'd set it down, and offered it to me again.

    "Thanks, neighbor," Gary said with a smile as I accepted the water from him. He moved to walk past me, back down the hallway. As I took a sip, I pivoted so my back was to the wall and he could pass by me and I felt my sticky cock brush against his hip. We made eye contact for a brief moment as he passed, and then I was alone in the hallway. I noticed that I didn't hear the sound of a door shutting.

    Feeling suddenly very tired, I walked back to the spare bedroom and slipped back under the covers next to my naked son. Our backs touched one another, and the warmth coming off of him helped me drift to sleep.​