My Neighbor The Chiropractor

My parent's neighbor moved. He retired from his practice of Chiropractic. Sold his business and moved to the Northwest. He was the man who introduced me to what has been since then my secret side. I'm married now, and live the proverbial married life, wife and three daughters, suburbs like I grew up in, management rank, make decent money. But once I was a college bound high school graduate and my father sent me to clean out the brush against the back fence.

From there I could see over the fence into our neighbor's yard. He was laying back on the lounge chair and a young man was beside him sucking his cock while our neighbor ran his hand through the young man's hair. I stood still, I couldn't not watch, and my neighbor looked my way and we locked our eyes. He smiled at me, stroking the young man's hair, blew me a kiss and pointed down at the young man and lifted his chin, as if asking me if I wanted to try.

That night I stroked hard, just thinking about what I had seen, our neighbor was gay and that explained why he was divorced and why no one ever saw a woman over there, not even the maids, it was a couple of young men who came over to clean. I came hard. Cleaned myself up. I had trouble sleeping that night. I caught myself mouthing the pillow, dreaming of sucking his cock.

He came over to our house a couple of days later and asked my Dad if I could help him with cleaning out his garage. My Dad sent me, neighbors helping neighbors, don't accept any money he told me. It was hot, worse in the garage. We moved everything out of the garage, he wore shorts that were a bit too tight, his bulge obvious. He took off his shirt, he was a very well built man in his forties at the time. He got me to take off my shirt and told me that I was a good looking young man. We talked about college and he asked if ever thought about being a Chiropractor, you could make a good living.

We took a break and went into his house, the first time I was in there. Both of us still in shorts only, it was cold because of the air conditioning and I felt my nipples get hard. He reached and with his fingers twisted my nipple and asked me how my love life was going. We went into the den, the curtains were closed and he hit the remote and started up his VCR and he started playing a tape of a young man sucking cock. "How about it?" and he unzipped his shorts and they dropped to the floor. He was in white briefs, his banana poking to one side. He peeled the briefs off and he stood naked with half an erection "Come over here and show me some love".

While the young man was sucking the man on the TV I was sucking his cock on the couch. His cock for me then was bigger than anything I'd seen. It was just so good I couldn't stop, I wanted to suck his cock, he held my head with his hand and from time to time he ran his hand down my back. I sucked for a while before he told me to stand up and let him see what I had. He took my cock in his hand and sucked it. I thought I would cum. "Why don't we go to my room and let's get comfortable" and we went to his room, he led me holding my cock in his hand. We lay down on the bed and he started making love to me, stroking my cock, his hard cock knocking against my thigh. He was kissing me "I've had my eye on you for quite a while young man" and with that he got on me spreading my legs and he ground his cock into mine.

He got up and told me to lay still and he got this tube out his nightstand and a condom and asked me if I wanted him to wear one, he preferred to go natural but it was up to me. He lubed up his cock, stroking it, getting it harder. He knelt on the bed and took some of the lube and put his hand under my cock and lubed up my ass. "It won't hurt I promise". And he wiped his hand clean with the sheet and got back between my legs and pointed his cock at my ass and told me to hold my legs up and he got penetration. "There's nothing better than a young tight ass". "How do you like it?" I liked it, but all I could do was nod my head.

I lay on his bed naked, and he stood naked at the foot of the bed. He smiled. "We need to get back to our chores" and he put on his shorts and I got up and put my shorts on and we went and got our shoes in the den and after a drink of water went back out to the garage. "You're welcome to come over whenever you want". He gave me a magazine, rolled up and told me not to show it to my Mom. A magazine of gay men, cock and men on young men, thick cocks, smiles, bearded guys, young naked men. I still have it.

He's moved. But during these last 25 years he showed me the ways, how to be gentle, how not to be gentle, how to be the boy, how to be the man. He introduced me to this young man who came by to clean, and vacuumed in his briefs, and this young man with all kinds of head trips that I didn't like. He introduced me to some friends of his, grown men like himself, but he made sure they understood he had his eye on me, I was not for them. I learned that they went on fishing trips to Mexico, and that they liked young Mexican men.

Now I'm the one going on fishing trips, and keeping a place where I can take a young man if I meet one I like. One evening, my wife was out of the town at her parents, I met this young Mexican serving tables and had him over. I put him to vacuum for me in his underpants, his dick growing heavier as he went back and forth, I sucked him hard and pulled down his underwear, I lubed him up and lubed up my cock, but I controlled myself, I put on a condom, then did what we were there for.