Neighbors Ch. 01
Keywords: Ch., Neighbors, 01,
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*Chapter 1: Surprise During Dinner*
We had just started dinner at my next-door neighbor's house when the front door slammed and the sound of heavy footsteps thumped up the stairs. We looked questioningly at our host, who told us it was probably his nineteen-year-old son Jason coming home from football practice at the local college. He commented that Jason always sounded like a herd of elephants. He seemed a little irritated, I guess because he did such a careful job making dinner nice and now it was being disturbed by the sounds from above.
Indeed, Jack had outdone himself, we were enjoying a turkey which had been cooked to perfection and a bunch of the traditional trimmings. The table was set elegantly and there was soft classical music coming from somewhere in the house.
There were about eight of us there, all guys. I at 27 was the youngest and our host, in his late 40's was the oldest. This was a sort of pre-Thanksgiving dinner for our little neighborhood association. We took turns having dinners, yard parties, etc. On the various holidays. This was Jack's first turn at being host and it was clear he wanted to make a good impression. It was also my first "outing" since my neighbor had told me about it, assuring me they always had a good time.
Eventually the shower started and the thumping around stopped. The conversation changed from teenage antics to other things and Jack's good nature returned. After a while, the shower stopped. After a few minutes, we heard Jason holler "dad!" a few times. Jack looked annoyed but did not answer. After a few more attempts to get his dad's attention did not work. We chuckled amongst ourselves that maybe Jason got some part of his anatomy stuck in the drain, when there was a sound like thunder as Jason stampeded down the stairs and shouted "Dad there's no..." and his words stopped as he burst into the dining room, naked and dripping wet with a horrified look on his face to see the table of guys looking at him in amusement and interest.
Nobody reacted for a few seconds, then Jason covered his ample privates with both hands and turned about eight shades of red. "Towels," he whispered. Jack's choice of hue for the moment was purple, it was clear that he was livid that his son had not noticed the extra cars or remembered that this was the day of the party. Jason turned to leave the room, when Jack, in a calm, steely tone ordered him to stay put.
"You're dripping. Stay there and I find you a towel. You were supposed to wash them and put them away yesterday. This..." he addressed us, "is my son Jason, who is going to learn a lesson about manners tonight."
He strode from the room and Jason stood there, dripping and mortified, as the guests tried not to stare at his beautiful naked body. We didn't try particularly hard. Jason had a very tight dark crew cut, his father's blue eyes, and a hunky, smooth-as-marble physique that tapered from broad shoulders to a narrow waist. He was tanned almost butterscotch, and his crotch and bubble butt were pale in comparison. He had very little body hair, just a soft patch around his groin and some fuzz on his ankles. His penis was at least seven inches, fat and cut and despite his efforts to hide it we all got a peek.
We nervously went about eating, making attempts at conversation until Jack returned to the room a few moments later with a small towel. Jason reached for it, but Jack tossed the towel to me. "Would you please dry my son off? I would do it myself but I am neglecting the guests." I was too stunned to argue, as Jason did not protest but stepped obediently nearer to the piano bench I was using as a chair. The towel was little more than a washrag, and I looked at Jack questioningly. "He did not do the laundry yesterday, so that's all that was clean."
Shrugging, I stood up and first dried Jason's broad back and shoulders. His muscles felt solid and warm under his smooth, wet skin. I worked my way down his back to the beautiful buns, then walked around his front and started on his pecs, taking one in my bare hand as I carefully wiped the other one. I worked slowly, enjoying this too much to hurry. Everyone else at the table had all but stopped eating and was watching the activity with interest.
As I got down to Jason's washboard belly, I could see that his penis was swelling a little in response to the toweling. He was trying to hide it and looked embarrassed as hell when I caught his eye. Jack missed nothing, and was merciless. "Jason, put your arms up so he can dry under them."
Jason gulped and raised his arms. His penis lifted slightly away from his balls and plumped. I quickly dried his armpits, which were obviously shaved smooth to my surprise.
Saving the best for last, I knelt behind Jason and worked my way up his slightly furred, tan legs to his butt. The sight was absolutely rock hard, baby smooth and delicious looking! "Make sure that gets dry," Jack instructed. I dutifully nudged Jason's legs apart and wiped down his tasty buns with the towel, gently reaching in between and under them. Through a single thickness of cloth my fingers very subtly explored his curves. I noticed that there was no hair to speak of between his buns or behind his balls and I got a quick peek of his rosebud.
"Are you sure he's dry there? He's never careful about that." Jack volunteered. I Wondered how he knew such intimate details about his son's toilet habits. "Check with your hand!" He ordered.
Too stunned to argue, I felt Jason's velvety buns and between them with my bare hand. His skin was exquisite, and I explored for a moment more than was needed since I had his father's invitation. My fingers gently probed the firm crease between his buns and touched the little pucker, sending a shiver through his youthful body.
"He seems to be dry," I reported "You forgot something," Jack pointed out, and Jason sheepishly turned around to remind me that I had yet to dry his groin. My careful drying and examination of his behind had caused his penis to inflate fully to at least eight full inches, pointing right at my face. His crotch hair was carefully trimmed to a minimum and made a neat triangle. Some involuntary gasps from the other guests greeted this beautiful sight.
Resting my other hand gently on the boy's washboard abs, I took the towel and carefully dried his balls and around them, finishing off by wrapping the towel around his penis and wiping it carefully. I could feel it throb through the towel and gave it a little squeeze of admiration.
"Make sure he's good and dry." Jack ordered. "I have warned him that hair traps wetness which is not healthy, but he insists that he would be too embarrassed at school if his crotch was shaved."
As I explored Jason's crotch with my hand, I was very curious about Jack's preoccupation with his son's body. I took the opportunity to the max, even taking his rock-hard penis in my hand and gently caressing it dry. Jason took a deep breath but did not resist my touch in the slightest.
"Now Jason, go around the table and introduce yourself to each guest and apologize for disturbing our dinner," Jack commanded. Jason introduced himself to me, shaking my hand, and apologized formally. I assured him that I was not bothered in the least and was glad to meet him, as I wiped imaginary drops of water off his nipple.
As he approached the next guest, Jack invited him to make sure I had done a thorough job and not missed any wet spots on Jason's body. Ted, a landscaper in his thirties, dutifully lifted Jason's arms and ran his hand across his smooth-shaven armpits, checking for wetness. Jason shivered.
Carl chose to use his finger to wipe a drop from Jason's tiny "innie" navel, while his other hand cupped one of the youth's rock-hard buns. Gary slid away from the table and had Jason lean against it as he carefully dried his feet, something I had neglected to do. Mike spread his legs and had Jason sit on the chair between his legs, pressing his crotch against the boy's bare butt as used his own comb to fix the boy's spiky hair, his other hand exploring the boy's belly and chest.
Phil had Jason lean on the table with legs spread, carefully examined Jason's ass for any remaining drops, gently pulling the boy's buns apart and running his finger down the crack. Mark, not to be outdone, carefully stroked the boy's cock and balls, although I had made sure both those areas were completely dry!
Jason was still beet-red with embarrassment but did not resist any of the men's hands on his beautiful jock body. "Now, Jason, sit here and have some dinner," his father ordered.
Jason looked for a chair, but Jack motioned that he should sit next to me on the piano bench. Jason hesitantly spread the towel on his side of the bench and sat down. There was not really enough room on it for both of us, and as I was lefty and he was righty, we bumped elbows a little as we tried to eat.
Finally, at Jack's recommendation, I put my fork in my right hand and dropped the other beneath the table where it landed on Jason's bare thigh. He started but did not comment as I curled my fingers around the solid muscle and kept it there as the conversation and eating resumed. Subtly, as the dinner went on, Jason spread his legs a little until his thigh was against mine. I ever- so- slowly moved my hand up his thigh until it was about a quarter-inch from his now- somewhat- soft penis. My touch had caused some involuntary reaction on his part, and soon the big piece of meat was pressing insistently against my hand. I teasingly stroked it with one finger, causing Jason to gulp on a piece of food but he said nothing.
Soon his proud erection was at full staff again. Jack noticed this, and directed Jason to refill everyone's water glass. Jason gulped, and got up from the table with his big cock leading the way. As he made his way around, several guys took liberal feels of his muscular body as Jack pointed out some of Jason's accomplishments on the football and wrestling teams.
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Keywords: Ch., Neighbors, 01,