Brief Encounters Anthology
Chapter 14
The Car Washer
On a warm afternoon, I was riding my Peloton bike in the back room of my house. My name is Louis, and I am 28 years old. I work from home managing my sister's business. My build is slender, with a bit of muscle. I try to stay lean so all the hot guys would be interested in me. My face is clean-shaven to look young, and I have sea-blue colored eyes.
While on my bike, I heard voices coming from my neighbor's driveway. One of the voices I recognized was my lovely neighbor, Julia. The other voice, on the other hand, I didn't recognize. I knew it wasn't her husband's voice because his voice was deeper.
Julia was 28, the same age as me. She and her husband, Robert, moved into the neighborhood two years ago. They are a lovely couple. Julia nabbed herself a good-looking, strong husband. Robert was 6'2, with a muscular build. He had a thick black beard with a comb-over fade. I had to admit, if I had a man like that, I would also marry quickly. From what I remembered, the two had been dating for a little over a year before Robert got down on one knee.
My love life was non-existent at the moment, with my last relationship being over a year ago. I didn't dwell on it; I liked the comfort of being alone. However, I still hook up with guys at the bars or clubs I frequented. One time, I even hooked up with a guy who worked at the Target down the street. My mother claimed that I would die alone if I never found a man to marry. Perhaps she was right, but right now, I was happy being alone.
A lot of guys these days aren't even my type.
As I rode my Peloton bike, I saw from the corner of my eye, Julia walking down her driveway. She approached the silver-colored pickup truck that belonged to Robert, and then the couple drove off.
The alarm on my phone went off, telling me my 45 minutes were up. I turned off the television and headed to the kitchen. Over the sink, I poured a glass of water and drank from it. A noise startled me.
The noise came from Julia's house.
I looked through the window but couldn't see anything because of the wooden fence. I turned my head to check if the truck was in the driveway; it was not. Perhaps she had parked further up the street, and I simply couldn't see it.
Either way, I disregarded the noise and went upstairs to my bedroom.
My bedroom window looked over Julia's driveway, and part of the backyard was visible. When the couple would have parties, I would simply close the window.
In my bedroom, I stripped the sweaty clothes from my body and looked for a fresh pair of underwear to wear after my shower. My dresser was next to the window. When I approached it, I noticed someone in Julia's driveway. The young man approached the black SUV and opened the doors. In his hand, he carried a hose to a vacuum cleaner. The next thing I heard was the sound of him vacuuming the interior of the SUV.
I had never seen this young man before. He appeared to be in his early 20s, perhaps even younger. He had a slender build and the same mocha-colored skin as Julia. Perhaps they were related. His hair was black with a thick mustache and goatee combo. He wore a white sleeveless shirt and blue basketball shorts.
Whoever he was, he was cute.
I decided to text Julia to find out who he was. It was clear she hired him, but the young man was gorgeous. I wouldn't mind him working on my truck.
Through the window blinds, I watched him move around the vehicle, thoroughly vacuuming. First, he removed the carpet mats from the vehicle and vacuumed them. Next, he dusted the inside of the vehicle and vacuumed the carpeted floors. I had to admit, I enjoyed watching him work. In the trunk of the SUV, he cleaned it thoroughly. He was on his knees as he did so, which gave me the perfect shot of his little toned ass.
My gazing at this fine man caused my cock to grow in size. I couldn't steer my eyes away from him. But I did when Julia texted back with my answer. "Oh! That's my younger brother, Omar. He needed some cash and offered to wash my car."
"Omar," I whispered to myself. I had a name, but the question was, what was I going to do with it? The kid was doing a good job of cleaning the car, and aside from him looking fine as hell, I wouldn't mind having the same service for my truck.
I didn't text her back. Instead, I continued to stare through the blinds as the young Omar worked on his sister's SUV.
Omar finished vacuuming the car.
But the next thing he did took me by surprise.
Omar put the vacuum away and grabbed the water hose. There were two buckets of water beside him; one was soapy, while the other had clean water. The classic two-bucket car washing technique. Omar put on some music and then removed his white sleeveless shirt. The thin body looked good under the sunlight. His perfectly tan skin exposed his muscular body. Perfectly shaped pectoral muscles, biceps, and triceps were visible, as well as his well-defined back. There was no sick pack on his hairless stomach because it was flat.
The typical skinny boy's body.
The sight alone had me more aroused. I could feel precum rising to the entrance of my urethra.
Omar tossed the white shirt on the back porch, then undid the shoestrings of his shorts. My heart began to beat faster as I wondered what he was planning. Omar pulled down his shorts. A navy-colored speedo covered his two perfectly shaped buttcheeks; the swimwear hugged his lower body well.
My mouth fell agape.
Normally, a man of Omar's age would wear boxer briefs or boxers, so I couldn't believe he was wearing speedos. I wondered if he was a swimmer. He was so comfortable wearing them that it seemed he didn't care if anyone saw him. Something else intrigued me; he had no tan line, which told me he wore them often.
"He had to be a swimmer," I whispered to myself.
The sight of Omar working in a speedo sent blood flowing to my cock. I sat on a chair and watched Omar get to work.
For the next twenty minutes, I watched the young man wash his sister's car. The entire time, I held a firm grip on my erection, slowly stroking myself. I felt a twinge of guilt doing it, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I especially loved the parts where he bent over to wash the lower part of the vehicle.
The sight of Omar's bulge was enough to make me want to cum.
Unfortunately, I felt dread because I knew the view was coming to an end. I wish I had thought about recording it. But then again, I would feel further guilt recording him without his permission.
Curse my moral compass!
Omar finished washing the vehicle and dried it. The music turned off, and he walked onto the back porch, leaving my view. I was close to climax.
With Omar out of view, I decided that I would finish in the shower. However, Omar reappeared in the window of the back room--which happened to be the laundry room. The washing machine was in front of the window. I watched him, eager for his next move.
Omar opened the lid of the washer and put his clothes inside, then he peeled off his Speedo and tossed it inside. My vision didn't fail me as I saw the young man's flaccid uncut cock and balls as if it were a few feet away from me. Omar was shaved down there. I didn't even realize that I had gone back to stroking my cock. I continued to stare as he poured the detergent into the washer. Then I came.
Five intense shots of cum shot out and splattered all over my window blinds.
Omar started the machine and then left.
That young man had a spell on me.
After my shower, I put on a pair of briefs and approached the bedroom window, hoping to see Omar. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. I sighed and put on the rest of my clothes, which were a pair of black soccer shorts and a pink tank top.
When I finished dressing, I saw Omar standing before the washer. My eyes widened. Omar had on a pair of black briefs; Calvin Klien was the brand to be the looks of it. The man was walking around his sister's house in his underwear. What I would pay to be a fly on the wall in that house.
I gazed at Omar as he removed the clothes from the washer and tossed them into the dryer.
Omar started the dryer and then left my view.
At 7:45 p.m., Julia and Robert came home. I was on my porch enjoying a cup of tea and a book. The weather outside was perfect; not too hot or cold. The couple waved at me as they walked down the stone pathway that led to their porch. On the porch was Omar, who was now dressed. He wore a black rock band shirt and green running shorts. Omar was likey straight, but that didn't stop me from drooling over him. The shorts he wore hugged his bottom well. I felt the pressure in my pants, so I turned away.
I read my book while eavesdropping on the conversation. I heard the couple offer Omar a place to stay tonight; they offered the spare bedroom. Which, last I remembered, had a window across from my bedroom. I would get a free show from Omar tonight.
The possibility of seeing Omar again in his underwear made me more aroused. I couldn't wait to see.
I sat in darkness in my bed, waiting patiently for Omar to appear in the bedroom across from mine. The young man appealed to me so much that I couldn't brush him from my mind. I felt some guilt for wanting to stare at his body; he looked young.
The bedroom light turned on, and I adjusted myself in bed. I lay in my bed wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. My semi-erect cock pressed against the soft fabric. The moment he appeared, my cock grew in size. I began rubbing myself at the sight of Omar. He was fully clothed, but that didn't last long. I watched carefully as he stripped his clothes off. The band shirt came off first, exposing his thin upper body.
Omar didn't take off his shorts right away. Instead, he approached the bedroom window and opened it to let the breeze in. It was still summer after all, and we had warm evenings. Omar turned around and pulled down his shorts, revealing the snug Calvin Klien briefs. My cock was in my hand as I stroked myself. Omar turned off the lights and then got into bed. He didn't cover himself with the bed sheet as he lay on the bed. His eyes closed while mine remained open.
I pictured myself crawling on the bed and opening his briefs. Our eyes would meet briefly as I would lower my head to take his cock into my mouth. The melodic sounds of his moans would give me fuel as I worshipped his cock. The mental image fueled my stroking movements until it happened.
A soft moan, then a shot of cum. This repeated until I was done. A thick layer of cum lay on my torso. The man across from my bedroom was the culprit of my climax.
The next day, I went over to Julia's house, hoping to meet Omar in person. That was my true intent, but I was using the excuse to cut off a branch from my orange tree that was going into her yard. I knocked, and the red door opened. Julia stood there with a smile on her face. "Hey, Louis. What brings you by?"
In my right hand, I held my tree trimmers, "Hey Julia, I was wondering if I could cut the branch from my orange tree that's going into your yard."
"Oh, yeah. I've noticed that. Thank you for offering, but Robert said he would do it this weekend."
"Are you sure? I'll be real quick," I urged.
Julia pursed her lips, "Alright, let me open the gate."
"I'll meet you there."
I walked off the porch and headed to the gate. Julia took a while, but the gate opened, and I entered her driveway. "I saw your brother's work; he did a fantastic job."
"Yes, he did! I've been so busy with work that I haven't been able to take the car to get washed. And well, Omar needed some cash for college and offered to detail my car. So I accepted. My brother does car detail on the side to help pay for college."
I smiled, "That's good that a man his age is a hard worker like that. Reminds me of myself when I was in high school, working odd jobs to pay for my first car."
Julia smiled, "It's a lot different now, that's for sure."
