Ch.3-Let's be Frank
Although I awoke the next morning with last night on my mind, I had to put it aside. Melissa was coming home this morning. I offered to pick her up, but she and a fellow co-worker were splitting an Uber. It did allow me a little time to tidy up. It also however gave me time to ponder what's next? Like I said, she's always been supportive of me exploring that part of my sexuality, but I don't know if I should tell her. With it being with neighbors, and the unknown of if it will happen again, I just wasn't sure what to do. For the moment though, I decided my best course of action was to just keep quiet.
She arrived home at around 10 in the morning and greeted me with a big embrace. It felt good to hug and kiss her after almost a full week away. She asked me how my week was, and I of course lied and told her it was pretty boring. Meanwhile, all I could think about was what happened last night. I so wanted to tell her, but I didn't know what the ramifications of it would be. It wasn't long after she got home that I got a text from another neighbor, Frank. He was asking if I could come over to help him move an armoire. He said he needed someone young and strong. I may be younger than him, but I've never been an overly muscular guy. I was about to tell him it would have to wait, but before I could Melissa told me to go for it. She said all she wanted to do was catch up on some sleep and we could do dinner later. I gave her a kiss, grabbed my jacket and told her I'd see her later.
Frank and his with Cynthia lived at the end of the street, so I just walked over. Although not old, they were the oldest residents in the neighborhood. They were in their mid to late 50's. Both seemed to be in good physical shape though. They walked almost everyday. They always seemed to be the unofficial "leaders" of the area. They had a son but he had just turned 21 and had moved out a few months ago. I had only interacted with them here and there however, so Frank's text took me a bit by surprise. I rang the bell and waited. To my shock, Frank answered the door in nothing but a towel.
"Hey there. Sorry, just hopped out of the shower. Please, come in."
I was right, he looked to be in great shape. He wasn't muscular or anything, but didn't look like an old man either. Just fit. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back from his shower and the water still glistened off of his bare chest.
"Wanna beer?" He asked as he walked into his kitchen.
"Sure" I called out as I looked around. They had a nice place. A lot of antiques and I can only assume expensive things.
"Thanks again" he said as he passed me a beer.
I told him it was no problem as we made small talk for a few minutes. "So, where's this armoire" I finally asked.
"Oh, yes. In our bedroom. Up the stairs, first door on the left. Go ahead, I'll be right behind you."
I walked up and into their bedroom. It was very neat and tidy. I looked around a bit, and didn't notice the armoire. Maybe I went to the wrong room?
"Hey Frank!" I hollered out. "Are you sure it's an armoire? I don't see one".
"Why don't you get more comfortable" I heard him say from behind me.
His answer was very perplexing. I turned around and saw him standing just inside the doorway, his towel gone and he was cokepletely naked. His cock was just a little bigger than mine at around 5-5.5 inches. He was in great shape, and his pubes matched his chest hair, as in non existent
"Frank...I don't think-"
"Top drawer. There's a silver baby doll that should fit you nicely."
"Frank, please. I-"
"I can always make you." He said stepping closer to me, never breaking his stare.
The nerves I had here were nothing compared to the other two times. From his tone of voice, his stance, just his overall demeanor, I knew that no matter what I said or did, that this was happening. So I gave in.
"Ok Frank. Whatever you say."