Obsession next door

Chapter 1 -love at first sight-

Liam revved the lawn mower and pushed it across the front lawn, sweating in the midsummer heat. Now he was back home from college his parents had him doing chores left right and centre, not that it bothered him. The sun was nice and it gave him a chance to wear his gym clothes, a small town like his being absent of one and all.

As the mower cut the grass in front of him, he heard the muffled sound of a man's voice behind the cluttered noise of the machine. Turning it off he could coherently hear the voice of his father calling him inside. He'd made him a quick snack which he'd left on the marble kitchen island. Liam wiped the sweat from his brow before taking the plate to his room.

He'd recently swapped rooms with his younger sister Tanya a month ago, she'd just left for college as he finished it and so she had the smaller room while Liam enjoyed the large windowed bedroom. The window in question reached from the roof of the room to the floor, and it was almost as wide as the wall, but instead of a view of the surrounding trees in the neighbourhood, all he could see into was the back lawn of his neighbours pool. A man who Liam would place within his late twenties to early thirties lived there, and looking from the window he was cleaning oh his pool. The man had moved in about a year ago but Liam had only met him once or twice during the holidays when he was visiting home.
It was around that same time that he began to struggle with his...urges.

When Liam first lay eyes on the man, he'd began to feel strange, like there was a constant pull towards him, like a rope of distant obsession that he'd never experienced with anyone else before. He'd felt a similar feeling within his childhood, when he first figured out that he was different from the rest. He had early memories of having an obsession with the male body, and his body reacted as accordingly. In fact, within this very moment, the rope of obsession had figuratively lassoed itself around Liam's abdomen and pulled him towards his neighbour. And the feelings that he'd often felt towards men but had never outright confessed to anyone began to build up within his body. A hunger, a deviant arousal that was never sated, a hunger within an endless stomach of desire. Even then as he'd twisted his blinds oven ever so slightly to get a better look at the man. Bearded, hair-chested to a perfect degree, a happy trail that mesmerised Liam, and the oily glow from his muscles as he pulled the net across the water of his pool. All of it made Liam want to feel across his own body, as if it was the only thing that'd make him feel whole past this moment.

He removed his shorts. Tugging at his boxers and rubbing his crotch while he stared at the man through the window. Sharp breaths escaped his lips and his heart pounded from within his ears while he used his hand to explore his genitals.
Stroking himself while he watched the man at work, digging up the net from the water as it splashed against his shorts, as if he was unintentionally teasing Liam.

Liams perverted pleasure heightened and soft deep moans escaped his throat. "Fuck..." he sighed in excitement, rubbing his thumb against the pre covered head of his cock, using it as a natural lubricant to play with himself.

Liam knew that his actions were mortally wounded and perverted. But he was so deprived of touch, and he so wanted... no, needed to be touched by his neighbour. His hardened bearded face, his toned body and voluptuous biceps, his muscles across his large arms, his...

A large moan in ecstasy pushed its way through Liam's gritted teeth. Finally he'd experienced an orgasmic sensation. His sensitive cock, pulsing and shooting thick rods of semen onto the blinds and window.

He squatted slightly and thrusted a few more rods of cum before moving to the bed and lying in exhaustion and pleasure as his cock slowly pulsated back to flaccidness.

After a few moments had passed, Liam got dressed back into his clothes and cleaned the mess he'd made off of the window, all be it a stain was still visible. He decided to make himself busy before his post-nut-clarity kicked in.

A few hours later and Liam had been helping his dad in the garage fix his car, and old Mercedes from 2007, it was a wonder it still worked. Just as Liam was under the car he saw two feet at the open garage door and a deep friendly voice "hey Derek", that was Liam's dads name, he wondered who it was but unfortunately he couldn't see. "Oh hey Cole" Liam's dad answered in a friendly, neighbourly tone, "you're here for Liams old deck chairs right?".
"Yes sir, and thank you again, you're a life saver, we're low on one chair for my party this weekend".

Liam was confused, who was this guy? He didn't recognise the voice and he certainly didn't know anyone in the street who'd wear those god awful crocs. "Really it's no bother" his dad answered "hey Liam?".
Liam pushed himself out from under the car "yes dad?".
"Can you go and get your old deck chair out from the shed? The one from when you were a kid".

"Sure I-" Liam looked over at the man his father was taking to. It was their neighbour. Liam felt a wave of guilt overcome him. "Um, right this way,sir" Liam leaded them to the shed and they both carried the chair from it and out to the front of the house.

Their shoulder were locked and brushing up together, skin on skin contact the Liam still selfishly enjoyed, like he'd taken the first bite out of a fresh dessert he'd been eyeing up for months. Cole, as Liam now knew him as, stopped mid track as they walked towards his house.
"That window on your house looks stained".
"...it does? I've never noticed...".
"Would you like me to clean it for you? It's the least I could do for you and your family for letting me borrow your stuff".
"Honestly it's fine" Liam answered "it's just a chair and we never use it anyway".
"Well" Cole paused "why don't you come to my pool party this weekend? You seem like a nice guy and I'd love to get to know you better as a fellow neighbour".

"Thanks! I'll think about it" Liam answered, and like nothing, Cole picked up the heavy chair with two arms and walked towards his house, Liam felt himself smile as he watched Cole walk away, 'you didn't need help' Liam thought to himself 'you just wanted to show off'.
Walking back home and back to his room, Liam looked at the stain. Part of him wanted Cole to clean it, one because of only he knew what the stain contained but also as an excuse to get Cole into his room. He lay back on the bed as the sun began to visibly cast an evening haze though the blinds, and his eyes grew heavy as his body grew limp. But he knew that all he'd dream of is the way he constantly feels drawn towards the neighbour he'd barely met. And how he hoped that he'll eventually get to live the fantasies that ran through his head.

...TO BE CONTINUED...