Hi. I'm Tom. I'm 20, but look very youth full, with short blond hair. I'm a college student, fit, but slim. I play water polo with short blond hair.
With my smooth belly and strong arms, I get a good bit of attention from ladies my age. But I'm shy around girls. And before the experience related below, I had had almost no romantic encounters of any kind.
My troubles began, one weekend when my mother was out of town. I was watching tv, when my gay neighbor Bob called and asked me to come help him move some furniture, and boxes.
Bob has lived next door to me all my life. He's well into middle age, stocky and balding. Bob is a very good friend of my mother and I see him though the fence, and around frequently.
In the last few years I've noticed I've received more than a little attention from the gay man next door. Mostly since I started training, in our back yard pool, in a speedo.
His attention makes me very uncomfortable. But Bob seems to take a smug sort of pleasure in my discomfort. I'd notice him watching me most any time I was in the yard, starting at me when I worked out shirtless in the pool.
When I swam laps in my speedo, he always seemed to be doing yard work. He would often ask me to get out and speak to him. Then stare at my belly, legs, and wet package, asking me about my mother, school, anything...
As soon as I could, I'd get away. Knowing that if I glanced back Bob would be staring at my fit cheeks, rolling in my dripping bathing suit, as I walked away. I'd worry that my speedo was weggyed up my crack like a thong, but I'd be too scared of giving him a show by trying to adjust it.
I'm shy, I'd never done more than kiss a girl before, so having a dirty old man leer at my private parts made me pretty uncomfortable.
I took to scheduling my swim practices, so that I could be out of the yard before Bob was home from work. But with my busy school and training schedule, I sometimes got caught out in my speedos. Much to the enjoyment of the fat, hairy old pervert next door.
I might have mentioned his attentions to my mother, but I was too ashamed to bring it up. I also thought she would probably think I was being childish and paranoid, since he never leered at me when she was around.
So that Saturday Bob called, asking If i could help him move a couch and a few boxes. A few thing brought up from the basement.
Right away he started bossing me around. Telling me to be careful with his boxes, and not getting a thing himself. I did all he work by myself, wile he watched. And more than once I caught scoping out my bottom, as I squatted to lift the cases.
He seemed to enjoy lording over me. Watching me sweat, and joking that he. "Wouldn't mind training a boy like me as a full time servant, and house boy."
Seeing me instantly blush, Bob elaborated, teasing me. "I'd have to buy you off your mother of course, but I can afford it. I deserve to treat myself sometimes. And It would me nice to have an old fashion live in helper, cute maid uniform, obedient, speak when spoken to, and always the 'yes master'."
That talk was spooky. He was joking about "buying" me as a servant. And that thing about the "cute maid uniform". He was clearly imagining dressing me up in some sort of sexy French maid outfit.
As I got the last of the boxes, my nervous mind went to picturing French maids I'd seen in pin-ups and pornos. I couldn't help feeling a tingly of arousal imaging their long legs, in stockings and gater belts, short lacy black skirts, and high waisted thongs.
After bending over to grad the last item, I was aware again of Bob looking at my butt. He grinned wolfishly eyeing me as I crossed the room. Wanting me to know he was picturing me, in a sexy maids skirt and panties.
As you might imagine, I wanted to get out of there as quick as I could. Bob's creepy looks through the fence already made me uncomfortable. So I didn't much like being alone in his house with him. Especially on a weekend my mother was out of town, and I was home by my self.
