Helping the hot dad next door alone in his basement – better not wake the neighborhood
I wasn’t supposed to live alone in this house, but here I am. It was pretty terrible until my new next-door neighbor, Andrew, invited me for a few beers in his garage. After a while, I felt better about my predicament and started really valuing Andrew’s friendship. He’s the kind of guy that spends time watching hockey, working on his car in his garage, or watching a game in his basement man cave. He’s a young dad and seems to have gotten a head start on the whole being an adult thing. No one would say he has a dad-bod. Muscular, hairy chest, big arms and shoulders, and thick legs to hold it all up. The dude is built and has a dimpled smile to go with it.
One morning, as I was getting into the shower, I couldn’t help but notice him outside mowing his lawn. I was fascinated by the way the sweat trickled down his hairy chest or how his legs strained pushing the mower around. I watched until he went to take a drink from his hose. It ended up spilling all over him, plastering his gym shorts to his body like cling wrap. It revealed a lot more of my neighbor than I’d ever seen before.
I got in the shower and decided I was due for a little personal time. I conjured visions from the internet I had seen the night before, but Andrew kept popping up in my head. Mostly his chronically unshaven dimpled smile. When it was time for me to finish, I could only picture Andrew’s body with the water cascading down and what it revealed in his shorts. I’m supposed to hang out with him in his basement later. I hope there are no remnants of my shower-time indiscretion on my face. And that he’s wearing more clothes.
I wasn’t supposed to live alone in this house, but here I am. It was pretty terrible until my new next-door neighbor, Andrew, invited me for a few beers in his garage. After a while, I felt better about my predicament and started really valuing Andrew’s friendship. He’s the kind of guy that spends time watching hockey, working on his car in his garage, or watching a game in his basement man cave. He’s a young dad and seems to have gotten a head start on the whole being an adult thing. No one would say he has a dad-bod. Muscular, hairy chest, big arms and shoulders, and thick legs to hold it all up. The dude is built and has a dimpled smile to go with it.
One morning, as I was getting into the shower, I couldn’t help but notice him outside mowing his lawn. I was fascinated by the way the sweat trickled down his hairy chest or how his legs strained pushing the mower around. I watched until he went to take a drink from his hose. It ended up spilling all over him, plastering his gym shorts to his body like cling wrap. It revealed a lot more of my neighbor than I’d ever seen before.
I got in the shower and decided I was due for a little personal time. I conjured visions from the internet I had seen the night before, but Andrew kept popping up in my head. Mostly his chronically unshaven dimpled smile. When it was time for me to finish, I could only picture Andrew’s body with the water cascading down and what it revealed in his shorts. I’m supposed to hang out with him in his basement later. I hope there are no remnants of my shower-time indiscretion on my face. And that he’s wearing more clothes.
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