A tale about domination and hero worship involving an 18 year old lad and a man over twice his age and size.
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This was no way for a kid to spend his last summer before heading off to college and the real world, I thought to myself while I looked out the window of the boring two-bedroom apartment I shared with my Mom, or at least it wasn't the way I had pictured it before he moved in.
"He" was our new neighbor, and even since he moved in the month before my life had changed completely. It wasn't like I was all that normal to begin with, because most 18 year old guys don't spend there lived studying and reading and fantasizing, they go out and do things like going on dates and playing sports.
My fantasy world up until "he" moved in was mostly dreaming about going out with Denise Charon or Connie Durfey, or any of the cute girls at high school who in real life wouldn't even give me the time of day, but that was before Richard moved in.
Richard Stone, or Dick as my Mom referred to him last week, and up until then all I knew him as was R. Stone like was on the little name slot on his front door. I think Mom had the hots for him the way she talked about him after meeting him, but he's out of her league because not only is he about 10 years younger than her 50, he's incredible looking.
Incredible looking aren't words I had ever used regarding a guy before, although to be honest I had felt attracted to guys before but would never even admit it to myself. Richard Stone though - he was different - and there he was, pulling his pick-up truck into the driveway right on time. 5:22.
He was dressed the same as usual, with a faded white t-shirt and blue jeans, and most people might have thought he wore the same clothes every day but my keen sense of detail had deduced that while the clothes were all similar there were shades of difference. Besides, when he left for work at 7:50 each morning the clothes and the man that wore them were clean, and now...
Richard Stone was a mess, a sweaty and filthy and beautiful mess, and my dick was hard by the time he had made it halfway across the parking lot. Those arms - with biceps bigger than my thighs - and that neck which was so thick that it strained the fabric of the t-shirt - and then there was the black hair that sprouted out from the collar of the shirt.
Richard disappeared from view, and that sent me scurrying from the window to the peephole of the front door, and while the view wasn't that great aesthetically, being that close while Richard fiddled with his keys was ever more erotic. His back was so wide and his shoulders so massive, and then the way his waist tapered down so much...
The door opened and then Richard slipped inside his apartment and closed the door behind himself, and as had been my custom of late I stepped out into the hall and walked along the same route that my neighbor had just traveled, inhaling the scent of Richard as if it were perfume.
This was also something new for me, savoring the sweet funk of a man who had obviously busted his butt all day, but it wasn't so much body odor but more the smell of fresh sweat that for some reason made my flesh tingle.
I went to the bank of mailboxes that served our building, unlocking ours and pulling out the assorted junk and bills, along with my copy of Gamers magazine. This was my excuse of coming out outside, and when I heard a door open and my neighbor emerge I was glad I had.
We had exchanged greetings in the hall a couple times and it hadn't gone all that well. Richard had been friendly but as for me, my responses were nervous and spastic and made me feel even more like the hopeless nerd I knew I was.
"Hi there - Tyler, isn't it?" Richard asked, and after I nodded and mumbled something inaudible I stepped aside to let him get at his mailbox.
I want you to wrap those massive arms around me and hug me. Hug me, squeeze me and do whatever you want to me, I thought as his powerful scent filled my nostrils. Do things to me, things I didn't even really know about, since I only had one real sexual experience in my life, with a man that had given me a ride from the library a couple of months ago.
"You into video games Tyler?"
Omigod. He had been talking to me while I was watching his biceps ripple as he took the mail from his slot and he had gestured towards the magazine I was holding.
"Uh - yes sir," I said.
"You know, I've got a system but haven't been able to get it running," Richard said as he brushed a wisp of his dark brown locks from in front of his eyes, and the raising of his arm released a fresh breeze of manliness from what had to be the hairiest armpit in the world. "You think maybe you could help me out sometime? I'd be glad to pay you for your time."
"No. I mean, I'd be glad to do it," I said, the idea of spending a few minutes with my new neighbor payment enough. "Like now, sir?"
"Well, what's ever good for you," Richard replied. "It's probably dinner time for you."
"No sir. My Mom, she works evenings so I either wait or just grab something," I responded.
"Great then. The name's Dick," my neighbor explained, extending a paw that my sweaty hand got lost in before he was herding me into his apartment.
His place was minimally furnished, and after he showed me his set up that was incorrectly attached to a gigantic 50" flat screen TV, I could see right away what the problem was. All I had to do was reverse the connections he had attached, but doing that would mean I would then have to leave.
"Can I get you a drink so something?" Dick offered, and I managed to squeak out that a Coke or something would be fine while I knelt behind the set.
Damn. I looked even more like a nerd than usual with my Call of Duty t-shirt hanging on my skinny frame like a tent and my shorts exposing my pale and bony legs, and in hindsight I wished that I had worn something a little more flattering, although you can only put so much lipstick on a pig as my Mom often said.
"Here you go," Dick said as he handed me a can of soda, and as our fingers brushed against each others the touch of his calloused and grubby hand made me shiver while I fantasized about washing his hands for him.
Washing his hands for him? What was happening to me? If Dick could read minds my ass would be kicked for sure, so I took a sip and went back to playing with his wires while delaying the inevitable.
"I envy you kids," Richard said as he watched me work. "I love the technology but can't figure it out at all. Guess I shouldn't have thrown out the instructions when I bought it"
"You almost had it right," I said, nearly fainting when I felt his beefy hand land on my shoulder, and I figured that before I did pass out I had better finish this up so I asked Dick to turn on the set to be sure it was hooked up right now.
"Hey! You're a genius Tyler!" Dick roared after the screen lit up and the introduction to a MMA video game appeared, and the hand that slammed into my back almost took the wind out of me.
"It was nothing," I responded.
"You familiar with this game?" Dick asked me, and while I knew of that game and the others he owned that seemed to be mostly violent mixed martial arts and wrestling games, I knew my Mom would freak out about many of them since they were even more "out there" than the ones I liked.
