The Neighbor Boy
It has been a long day, work was rough and that asshole, Tad…fuck he pisses me off. During my drive home, I cannot help but stew and fume over how that cuck took credit for MY project, I’m so upset over it that I forget to call and let you know that I’m coming, but you already know something is wrong. As I pull into the driveway, I notice the lights in the front room and entry turn off, leaving me puzzled but still pissed off.
I come in and hang my coat and keys in the dark before searching for the light switch, my fingers catch the switch and flick it on and as I turn around, I find you nude in the hallway, with your ass in the air, hands reaching back and spreading your ass inviting me to use you until I feel better. I walk by you and order you to crawl to the living room and wait in attention until I return, as I walk for the bedroom to change. As I undo my belt I realize that this isnt my job, I call your name softly and you come and bow deeply from the waist inquiring what you may do for me, and I reply with my usual, “I need help undressing.” which in all actuality isn’t false. Those years in the Army completely fucked up my back and knees, as it is, it is hard for me to bend over and squat. Regardless of the circumstance you set off diligently to your task, slowing removing each piece of clothing until I am down to my boxers, at which point you look up at me wantingly, visibly distraught in suspense and desire for me, I’m not ready.