“I don’t think so.”
“I could look on her computer and call up your house, if that would help.” He moved over to his laptop and typed in a password. He looked up at me with those beautiful dark eyes.
I swallowed hard.
“Your address, Mr. Cooper?” he asked.
“You can call me Jeff.” As I told him my address, his fingers stopped typing, and he looked up at me.
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
His face had blanched, and he stared at me.
“Are you okay?” I leaned forward and waited.
“Ah, yeah. I…I…” He went back to typing on the computer. His attempt at a smile died. He took a deep breath and pressed enter.
What could have upset him? I had bought the house from Megan over five years ago, so I doubted she stole the sale from him. Too young. “I’m sorry. I feel like something’s wrong.”
Nathan looked into my eyes and said, “I grew up in that house.”
I looked at his nametag. Nathan Newman. Crap. “I’m so sorry.” Now it was my turn to freeze.
“It was over ten years ago,” he said, flatly. “What information did you need?”
I didn’t know what to say. “I can wait until Megan…”
“No, it’s fine. What did you need to know?” Then a look of comprehension came into his face. “It’s about my dad, isn’t it?” He looked at me with his dark brown eyes and no one could lie to them.
“Well, no, I mean…” A cold sweat started to break out over my body. Was I going crazy? Should I even be stupid enough to think his father’s ghost was still in my house?
“What happened?” Nathan reached forward and touched my arm. “Please tell me.”
His hand burned my skin. It had been so long since a real man had touched me. I opened my mouth to start, but didn’t know how to begin. The concern and fear in him matched mine. I didn’t understand this instant connection we had.
“He was my dad.” His eyes pleaded with me.
“I think my nephew saw him in my closet.” I waited to see him recoil or laugh at my craziness.
“What?” was all he said, his jaw dropping in shock.
“I was babysitting my nephew over the weekend, and he woke up screaming that a man was making funny noises in the closet. He said the man had a rope around his neck.”
Nathan’s eyes widened, eyebrows went up, and lips pulled back as if ready to open.
“I’m so sorry.” I caressed his hand as it rested on the mouse.
He turned to face me. “I need to see it.”
“I don’t know…” I said, but how could I refuse?
“Please. I need to see the closet, see the house, see whatever, please.”
I didn’t know what else to say, so I said, “Okay, want to come over tonight?”
***
From the front of the house came the sound of a car door slamming. As I looked out, Nathan was carrying beer and pizza, so I opened the front door and stepped outside.
My neighbor, Ralph Johnson, working in his front yard, stared at my guest. Ralph’s face blanched. He stopped raking. With his strange reaction, I wondered if Nathan looked like his father. Did Ralph see any resemblance? Was there a past issue?
I knew better than to wave or say anything to Ralph, so I greeted Nathan, “Thanks for bringing supper.”
Aside from always being angry about something, Ralph lived a simple life, and he took excellent care of his yard. He mumbled something under his breath and it sounded like, “Fucking faggots.”
I winced. I had never been flamboyant or queer appearing, so what triggered Ralph’s shocking response? Was it directed at Nathan? I ushered my guest inside, closing the door to lock out the cold chill Ralph’s glare had caused.
Nathan entered the living room and set the pizza box and beer down on the coffee table.
“Did you want to see the closet before we eat?” I asked.
“I’d hate to have the pizza get cold, and I’m sure you’re hungry,” he said, his eyes kind.
I smiled and headed into the kitchen, returning with plates, silverware, and frosted mugs.
Nathan flipped open the box, and the delicious smell of sausage and green pepper rose.
My stomach growled as I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. I cracked open a beer and waited as Nathan set slices of pizza on our plates. We sat side by side on the couch to be close to the pizza. We ate our first piece in silence, and then I asked, “Do you remember your father?” I looked at him and saw sadness in his beauty. His body was young and tanned and tight with toned muscles, and he smelled of lemon soap and a spicy male tang. My arousal had returned.
“My dad was a proud Scotsman and many say I look like him. He loved me and my mom, so when he killed himself, it didn’t make any sense. Your house still feels like home. I feel like I belong here, even though everything has changed.” He turned sideways on the couch to look at me.
I knew exactly what he felt. As soon as Nathan had entered my house, the place finally felt complete, like home. Like the missing piece was found and the unsettled atmosphere was gone.
“I’ve driven by this place many times and wanted to stop by, but was afraid to ask. When you came into the office, I almost passed out.”
I touched his hand and let him know it was okay. “Maybe this was meant to happen so we could meet.”
“Maybe.” Nathan reached for his beer, and as he pulled the tab back, the beer exploded over him. Foam and suds soaked his shirt and pants, and they clung to his body. More chiseled details emerged from the wet cloth.
I grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at him, then stopped, realizing he could dry off his own body. “I’m sorry.” My face flushed. “I didn’t mean to paw all over you.” Even though his body was warm and firm and made mine ache with desire—with the need to touch and be touched.
“Did I get any on your couch?” he asked, jumping up and trying not to drip on my carpet.
“Come upstairs and I’ll get you a towel to dry off. I can wash your clothes if you want. I’m sure I have some sweats or a robe you could use. Did you want to shower?”
“No, I’m fine. I don’t…” he started.
“You don’t want to smell of beer on the way home, do you? I’d hate to get you arrested. It’ll only take an hour.” I led Nathan upstairs. From my linen closet, I pulled out a red printed bath towel that looked like a plaid kilt with a sporran looped in front, and handed it to him.
“I just need to get out of these wet clothes.” He stepped into the bathroom and peeled off his wet shirt, exposing his beautiful chest. A perfect pattern of hair fanned over his pecs and down his belly, and funneled into his pants.
I quickly walked away and into my bedroom to find him sweatpants. My hard on was back with a vengeance and painful in my underwear. I opened the drawer, but no sweats were inside. Damn, they were still in the laundry basket waiting to be washed. I moved over to the closet, tentatively opened the door, and took out my robe.
The bathroom door squeaked as he stepped out into the hallway.
A man in a skirt. The phrase echoed in my mind when I caught sight of him. Was this what my nephew had seen?
“Did your dad ever wear a kilt?” I didn’t know whether it was insanity or intuition, but with him standing there in his near naked glory bulging under the towel, the haunted words of my nephew seemed right. I secretly prayed that the towel would slip and fall to the wooden floor.
“It’s funny you said that. He always wore one. I remembered holding onto his hairy leg and hanging on his kilt. He was proud of his Scottish blood and…” His voice trailed off.
“My nephew said the man he saw wore a skirt, so I thought of a kilt, since…” Now it was my turn for my words to fade.
“May I see your bedroom?” He approached and with each step, the towel revealed his muscular hairy legs.
My hands tightened on the robe as he neared. I stepped back and gave him a free view of my closet.
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ned the door and looked inside. As he reached over to turn on the light, the towel slipped off his narrow hips, and his amazing ass stood in front of me.
I licked my lips and wanted to bite his fleshy buns.
He bent over to pick up his towel, and his tight pink pucker winked at me, as did a heavy ball sack and penis. It had been a while since I had seen such a handsome man. His broad shoulders and narrow hips, trimmed body hair, and the chiseled muscles of a god. His torso was perfect in every way, and he had such a wonderful personality.
My body tingled and a warmth grew deep down and spread over me. He brought the towel in front of his groin as he turned to face me. “I’m sorry to just barge in here,” he said, and paused when his gaze dropped to the wet spot and bulge in my pants.
I moved the robe to hide my embarrassment.
“I think I need that more than you do.” With a laugh in his voice, Nathan extended his arm.
I handed him the robe and avoided eye contact.
Nathan moved as in slow motion, showing off his physique as he slipped on the robe. Long, hairy, muscular legs rose up to his narrow hips. His six pack abs were chiseled with a whisper of a treasure trail that filled out into a sculpted triangle. As he let the kilt towel fall to the floor, his arousal waved up and down as the thick girth disappeared into the folds of the robe, but not before I burned that image into my memory. He tied the belt tight, but and a small tuft of thick hair peeked out from the V at his neck.
I looked at his face, and he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. Smooth tan skin, even white teeth, deep blue eyes, and a smile that came from the heart. But most of all he was so nice. No judgment or attitude, no teasing despite his naked body only inches away. He seemed to know he was arousing me, but didn’t lead me on.
His arms were covered with a mat of fine hair and solid muscles. His hands were skilled as he smoothed out his robe. Despite the smell of beer, his masculine musk made my mouth water. I swallowed hard and wondered if he was gay, or if he even knew the powerful effect he was having on me.
I looked at my bed and felt my arousal grow.
His eyes followed mine and then darted back to me. His gaze scanned my body, and he adjusted himself in my robe.
“Let me throw your wet clothes in the washer and get them started.” I headed to the bathroom and picked up his clothes. I resisted the urge to smell them as I walked down the steps, but his underwear called to me. I figured I would do that when I was out of sight. The washer was in the basement, and I quickly threw his clothes in.
When I returned to the main floor, Nathan was waiting for me in the kitchen. “Should we eat?”
“Sure,” I said, and we headed back into the living room for the best pizza ever.
As Nathan took a bite, he said, “I love those bookshelves. They are truly amazing.”
“I made them last year.”
“You made them?”
I nodded as I picked up my beer.
“My father would have been proud to have them in his house. He was such a craftsman. He loved books and he might have built the same shelves if…” His words trailed off.
I reached over and touched his knee. “Sorry to bring up painful memories.”
“The pain comes from losing him, not remembering him. I’ve always felt he’s been with me, watching over me.”
“I’m sure he would have been proud of you.” Then I laughed as I looked at my handiwork. “My neighbor Ralph was so angry when I built those shelves. He called the police on me because I was making too much noise.”
“Some people are never happy. My father was always happy. Nothing ever seemed to get him down.”
***
After finishing our beers and the pizza, we headed upstairs to check out the closet again. “I had a strange dream the other night.”
“What was it?” He followed me into my room. His gaze swept across the rumpled forest-green sheets before turning back to me.
“I hate to admit this, but I had a wet dream. I haven’t had one since I was a teenager.” My arousal grew in my underwear. “The guy in my dream looked a lot like you,” I started, and told him about the afternoon rendezvous. His eyes shone with interest and maybe something more, so I piled on the details, heat building between us. “Maybe the dream was a vision of you in that kilt towel...”
Nathan stepped in front of me and took my head in his hands. “So you believe in ESP? You dreamed about me, and now you think that will get me into your bed?” He looked into my eyes and smiled. He gently kissed me and said, “I invited myself over to stay the night in the hope of seeing my dad, but I never expected you. I can see you care about me and this isn’t some cheap come-on.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“When I saw you walk into the office, I recognized you from a dream I had. Call it déjà vu or whatever, but I felt a connection.”
His words matched my feelings.
“I heard that most spirits show up unexpectedly, when the host isn’t looking for them,” Nathan said. “If only we had a distraction.”
“We could watch a movie in bed.”
Nathan tilted his head to the side and smiled. “You are so sweet and innocent. No guile in your motives. Well, that settles it. I would love to spend the night.” He let the robe drop to the floor, and he slid his naked body into my bed, moved over, and pulled the sheets back to invite me in. “And maybe we can snuggle to pass the time.”
I opened my jeans, but turned my back to him, afraid to show him my erection and damp shorts. I turned off the light as I stripped down to my briefs. Joining him in bed, I pulled the covers up to my chin. The smell of semen, sweat, and sex made my dick jump.
His hand reached over to me under the covers and rested on my stomach. I held my breath in and waited. It had been a long time since someone had been in my bed.
“Relax,” he said.
I exhaled, and he pulled himself closer, side-hugging my body. His leg covered mine and his arm slipped further over me, encircling me in pressure and heat. His hand dipped lower, and my cock jumped. His hand grazed the fat tip and stopped. He pressed his pelvis against me, and I felt his hard on.
As I turned to face him, his lips met mine and he kissed me, deeper than before. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you.”
I kissed him back, my tongue entering into his hungry mouth. He tasted of Italian spice as our tongues dueled for control. Our lips sealed, increasing the pressure in our mouths. He drew me in deeper and I tasted his sweet desire.
His hand slipped into my underwear and stroked along my dick. He humped my leg and let me feel his excitement. He pushed my briefs down my legs and rolled on top of me, his body fitting against mine. His cock slid along my shaft as he rode me. He straddled my torso as we kissed.
My heart raced as I savored his tender kisses. My last relationship ended poorly from a cheating guy, but Nathan was solid and honest. He made no promises, but his eyes spoke of a loyal soul.
His hands massaged my chest, and I cupped his amazing, tight ass. It fit perfectly in my hand as if it was made for me. I pulled him down on me harder. Grinding together, we oozed pre-come, giving us a comfortable glide. His long, slender penis slipped lower and poked my sack. He humped again, his dick brushing my crack.
I reached over to open the top drawer of my nightstand and pulled out the supplies. Nathan applied the condom and lubed himself, then me. I leaned forward to kiss him as he re-positioned himself and teased my bottom. His slippery cock hit the bull’s eye.
My butt tensed as he tapped my pucker, seeking entry.
I rocked my hips and spread my legs. He positioned himself lower and surged forward. Oscillating his hips, he pressed down on the tight hole. I breathed deeply and felt him press in just a little. This was moving way too fast, but it felt right. He was a kindred spirit, and I knew I could trust him. I forced my ass to relax and pushed up to meet him. His hand grasped my dick and stroked. My butt opened, and he slowly entered me.
He filled me to the hilt and pressed down. His heartbeat throbbed into my body; his sweat glistened over his skin and dampened mine. He slid easily over and into me. How had I gotten so lucky to meet such a handsome, compassionate man? He brought beer and pizza, enjoyed a simple life of paper plates, laughed at being soaked by spilled beer, filled my robe perfectly, and knew how to kiss and caress the right spots. No pretenses, no attitude, no shallow personality, just a real guy next door.
I grabbed my legs and pulled them wider, giving him better access. His hand rode over my dick again, and I almost lost control.
He squeezed the tip hard and held it there. “Not yet. We’ve just started.” He smiled down at me as he slowly stroked down my dick and pressed down on my balls. “We have all night. I want to make this last. I want to hear you beg for more.”
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, his long dick increasing the power and pleasure of the ride. He rose and fell on me and sped up his pace, his hand working me with the same rhythm.
I grabbed the bars of my headboard and pushed up toward him. Bam, bam, bam, he pounded into me. He filled me up, loving me, and enjoying me. I didn’t sleep around, so to find a nice guy who was kind and sexy and could be relationship material, was more than I had hoped for.
My balls rose as the pressure built. I grabbed onto his ass and encouraged him into me harder. My cock tingled and throbbed, swelling and increasing in tenderness as it readied to shoot.
His dick hit my prostate and triggered my eruption. Come spurted across my chest, and his cock swelled inside me. He thrust a few more times, and I screamed with pleasure. His dick exploded and pumped into me, extending the orgasm.
His dick slipped out and shot a rope of semen across me. The thick blob mixed with my juices. All the nerves in my body wanted him to stop, but he didn’t. He put on a fresh condom and re-entered me, humping my rump for another orgasm. I didn’t know if my overly sensitive body could take another round, but my pleasure rose, and I couldn’t deny his. I hung onto the headboard for the rest of the ride.
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