my new neighbour (Part one)

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my new neighbour (Part one)My new neighbour had just moved into the house on the right of our semi-detached, a quiet little avenue where everybody knew everybody else and were always in the habit of popping in and out of each others homes for coffee and a chat. nearly everybody that is, the previous owners hadn’t been too popular and hadn’t interacted very much. They;d spent a fair amount having the house remodelled before moving in, new bathroom and kitchen, loft conversion with an ensuite and an extension onto the back which might have looked ok if it had been a conservatory but wasn’t. it was a pvc clad, slate roofed single story sunroom and totally out of keeping with the look of the houses which were all cedarclad wooden houses built just after the war. Didn’t help that the owner had a position which his wife thought put them on a higher step socially which was a bit of a joke because this being a small town his background and that of his family was well known to all and although his wife may have had aspirations to be upwardly mobile there was no way she could escape the fact that most of his male relatives were good for nothing, workshy layabouts with a fondness for alcohol, some were even well known local “d**ggies”. This of course didn’t make my old neighbour a bad person, no, the fact he was a homophobic right wing arsehole with sectarian tendancies did that. They didn’t stay long after finally moving in, three years, and then sold up to move to another part of town where the neighbours were even snootier than them and more likely to talk about them behind their back than we ever did. The buyer was an incomer to the town, a single man in his late forties or early fifties so i was told, he’d moved here to take up a position as one of the GP’s in our local medical practice. We had never crossed paths and he’d only just moved in the previous day, a Wednesday, the day before my wife and our next door neighbour were due to leave for a five day trip to New York.Thursday dawned and the house was full of excitement with the two women preparing their departure, my sister inlaw was also going on the trip and the three of them spent most of the late morning sitting in our conservatory chatting about their plans. I was already fed up hearing about the trip and they hadn’t even left yet so excused myself to go put some recycling in the shed. One of the reasons we hadn’t liked the previous neighbour had been because they had ripped up the whole garden part of which had been an eight foot high hedge which we had always taken responsibility for cutting as the person previous to that had been an old woman in her 80’s. He’d ripped out the hedge, built a five foot high retaining wall and filled in the whole garden, levelling it off to create parking for three cars, very unsightly plus it spoiled the look of our own garden having this ugly wall running 40ft from the pavement right down the side of our garden. I hated that wall, still do, and i was thinking just that as i opened my shed door when a car pulled in off the street and parked on the gravel next door.I glanced up and noticed the car was a brand new Aston Martin, don’t ask me what model, to me a car is just a means of getting from A to B, i don’t even drive, never really have, not on four wheels anyway. The driver got out and i got my first sight of my new neighbour, a delicate looking little man, well groomed, neat almost feminine features, he had moved to the boot of the car and was lifting suitcases from the back so was about twenty feet away, too far for me to make out his face very well, i’ve always been very shortsighted and the morning sun from the South was shining through the distant trees into my eyes causing me to squint somewhat. I considered disappearing inside the shed to avoid any need for smalltalk, not something i care for, preferring as i do my own company and besides i had had enough of idle conversation already that morning. I’d hesitated too long and he looked up and noticed me, calling in my direction. “Good morning, i’m your new neighbour, jusy moving in today, i hope the removal men have left the place halfway decent.” “MMMM” i thought to myself, not going to be one of those people who insists on speaking is he? i’ve never cared for needless talking about nothing in general but thought i better reply, no point in being rude just for the sake of it, plenty of time for that later if he’s the type who needs to be overly friendly.”Ah, good morning, welcome to the street,” i replied and then not having anything better to say i continued. “I did notice the van yesterday, they were here for over an hour so i think they must have been making sure that your instructions regarding what goes where were being carried out to the letter, they appeared to be very organised.” Now i’d said to much, made it look like i’d spent the hour watching their every move, which i had, but only because i had happened to be in the garden undercoating some lengths of wood which i was going to fit as new skirting boards in my livingroom, i’d wanted them painted before fitting them, less messy and easier to paint. He didn’t seem too interested in why i’d known how long they’d taken, replying “Great, i don’t have that much stuff anyway, my previous place had been a one bedroom flat so i don’t have anything to put in the three other bedrooms, i only bought this place because the area looked nice and you have a great view across the loch from here, you can’t buy a view like that, except you can and i’ve just bought it.” He laughed at his own joke, a pleasant laugh as laughs go though i’ve never been much of a fan of laughter unless it is at something amusing that i have said myself, i find the vast majority of comedians to be completely unfunny and never understand why audiences laugh like hyenas at their every inane remark. You could say that his laugh broke the ice as it was a laugh i knew would not annoy me and he had a nice accent, politely Scottish with a hint of the Western Isles, a soft brogue i would grow to love listening to. An octave higher than your average mans voice i found myself thinking “Say something else, you have a really sexy voice, say something else.” He had put the cases down and was walking towards the front of his car, towards the edge of the wall that divided our two gardens. He stopped at the wall which on his side was at ground level meaning i had to look up at him. Now rhat he was only ten feet away i could get a better look at him, i closed the shed door and hung the padlock on the hasp and turned back towards him, closing the gap between us until i was standing only a couple of feet from the wall. Close enough to see his eyes, he had, has, big dark brown, almost black eyes, and eyelashes which seemed too long for a man, i know i have etimesgut escort long eyelashes myself but his were long enough that one might think they were fake but they are not, long black eyelashes. I could see he had his hair combed back and when i got close enough i saw that he wore it in a ponytail. “Now that will be a topic for gossip with all his older patients.” i thought, a man his age with his hair in a ponytail, and him a doctor too. That made me laugh, he smiled down at me, he had very full lips, almost pouting, a nice smile. “It wasn’t that funny, please don’t feel you need to laugh at my stupid jokes just to be polite” He said, sounding very apologetic. I laughed again.”No, no no, i wasn’t laughing at your joke, i was laughing at your hair.” That didn’t come out as intended, his expression changed to one of hurt which made my heart skip, something i found very strange, really really weird, i couldn’t remember ever feeling like that just because i’d said something that hurt someone’s feelings before, i threw me for a second which made matters worse as he now thought i was laughing at his hair, which i was, but not in the way he thought. I recovered my composure and stumbled to find the right thing to say. The man hadn’t even opened his new front door yet and he already thinks i am an arsehole, if the wife should come out now i would be even more in the doghouse than usual. Why was i at a loss for words? i was never usually short of something to say, usually sarcastic, my tone had obviously made him think the worst. “Sorry, can i start again?” I asked. “i didn’t mean i was laughing AT your hair, i meant i was laughing at your hair.” I was making no sense at all now. “I noticed you have a ponytail and i was laughing because i know some of your older patients will not approve, a doctor with a ponytail, especially at your age.”Now you’ve just made matters even worse, i thought to myself. “Fuck,” I exclaimed. “Can i have another go, third time lucky?” He smiled down at me, obviously thinking i am an idiot, someone he’d refer to more specialised medical attention. He nodded, so i took a deep breath and tried again. “I didn’t mean there was anything wrong with having a ponytail at your age, i mean i think we are pretty close agewise and my hair is a bit longer than mostmen our age.” I am 52, he was 49, turned out his 50th birthday was going to be the day before my wifes, she was celebrating hers in New York, he would celebrate his with me. “I just mean that the older generation can be a bit old fashioned but i am sure you already know that? it won’t be the first time its been mentioned, not with the dialect i think i can hear in your accent, Western Isles, am i right?” I recieved another smile, i’d already decided i wanted to see as many of those as possible on this man’s face, as often as possible. I do believe i have a crush on our new doctor, i thought. I smiled back up at him, i’m told i have a nice smile myself and nice, very expressive eyes too but this man? this man was something different.”You are nearly correct,” he replied, rewarding me with another smile, “I was born on colonsay, do you know it?” I shook my head, i’d been on the island many years ago but only briefly and each time was at night, never venturing beyond the head of the pier. “I know where it is of course and i’ve set foot on it a couple of times but i wouldn’t say i know it, besides, i thought the Colonsay accent had more of a home counties twang to it? white settler gaelic” “He burst out laughing, hands on his hips, roaring with laughter, i didn’t think the joke was that funny but he obviously did. Once he’d recovered he told me his parents were white settlers not him, but from further north, they came from Castlebay on Barra. I liked his laugh, i liked him, i had already decided i would do my very best to make him laugh as often as possible.”I better get on with my moving in,” he said once he’d stopped laughing, “This lot won’t shift themselves.” He turned back towards his car then stopped, looking over his shoulder at me, i was busy studying him from behind, his ponytail, his long neck, his shoulders and back in the tight fitting Tshirt he was wearing, his denim clad legs and most of all his cute round bubble butt ass. He was wearing a belt on his jeans, fastened tight around his slim waist making his hips look quite feminine, i liked what i saw. I had a habit of giving other men the once over, even in the supermarket and the street. Of course i wasn’t obvious about it, after all i was a supposedly happily married man of more than 30 years, wasn’t i? Partly true, yes i was married, but happily? no, not for a long time, many years in fact.Ever since the advent of the world wide web and my very first foray online i had been watching internet porn every day. At first i had searched out and watched your standard run of the mill straight porn but that quickly bored me. I increasingly realised that when watching porn is was more interested in the men, i’d fast forward any video i watched to the moneyshot, watching a woman suck a cock did nothing for me other than the fact i liked the cock. Same with fucking, pussy did not arouse me, a cock pumping out its load of creay white cum did. I watched women suck cock and take a load on their face but the women meant nothing to me. Not in a bad way, i appreciate a beautiful woman when i see one, i love a nice shapely female ass but thats as far as it went. When watching a woman being fucked i would be looking at the mans ass, bouncing up and down as he fucked, wondering what it would be like to be fucking, not her but him. I turned to gay porn and loved it, couldn’t get enough, and i started to develop a taste for different types. I loved, still do, older, mature men, grey haired, silver headed daddy types, even better if they had some silver coloured facial hair and chest. Younger men didn’t really interest me, especially those who were very muscular but i watched if they were in a video with an older man.Then i watched one which featured a young man, but he was wearing stockings and a suspender belt, heels and little panties with just a tight vest style Tshirt on top. I couldn’t believe how much he turned me on, he really looked like a girl with his face made up and an alice band keeping his shoulder length hair in place, like a cute little girl with a cock. I watched shemales but found i didn’t like their fake breasts, did nothing for me. In time i learned all the different names, the terminology, Traps and femboys(fembois) sissies and crossdressers, transvestites, transexuals, ladyboys and shemales, and others i’ve forgotten. I knew which i liked and which i didn’t, young fembois, flat chested or with tiny little breasts, smooth as the day they were sincan escort born from head to toe. If they were being fucked by a mature silver haired man then all the better. Of course back then i had just entered my thirties and the mature men were in their mid to late forties and early fifties but the years passed, i got older, i started to go grey myself and after an illness my hair went grey over night, i was one of those mature men but i wasn;t fucking them, i’d never been with a man far less one dressed in exciting, cock hardening lingerie, my tastes progressed, i found mature crossdressers increasingly arousing, something about men in womens lingerie turned me on so much that i watched it every day, some days i would watch for 12 hours or more, i was addicted to gay internet porn and i didn’t care, the only thing that bothered me was the fact i’d never had the chance to play out any of my fantasies. I’d never had my cock sucked by an older man, or a sub femboy, or a crossdresser, i’d n ever had my cock sucked by somebody with a cock. Never fucked an ass, mancunt, boypussy. Pumped my load into one of those holes, mouth, ass, boycunt, manpussy. Twenty years of dreaming about it, reliving incidents from my youth when the opportunity might have arisen had i considered it and not been swayed by the homophobic attitudes os the late seventies and early eighties. Then that thursday morning my new neighbour with the sexy smile and the bubble butt, all five foot two of him, drove up in his gleaming silver Aston Martin.David (he’d intoduced himself to me) was smiling back at me, he knew i had been checking out his ass, he ran his hand down over his hip and turned away, returning to the boot of his car. THe suitcases he’d taken out of the back seat lay on the gravel wher he’d placed them, he was struggling with a large trunk he was trying to prize out of the boot, he pulled it out by a handle on one end of the trunk and it flew out of the boot, his efforts threw him backwards as he landed ass first on the ground the lid of the trunk flying open as it landed on his chest spilling its contents on the gravel. I was close enough to see that it contained womens lingerie, i saw bras, panties, basques and girdles, unopened packs of what turned out to be stockings, a red shoe, obviously a womans with a six inch heel (size five, fitted David perfectly i was to discover)flew into the air and landed on the ground.David lay spluttering on the ground, the open trunk sitting on his legs, i covered the distance between us in a few seconds, after i’d struggled up onto the wall, not as quickly as i would have in my healthy youth, luckily there was nobody there to see me, or David for that matter. I lifted the trunk from his legs as he lay there redfaced with embarrasment, avoiding eye contact. I looked at the contents spread before me and offeredt a hand to help him up. “You took a bit of a tumble there Doctor, the local jungle drums must have been wrong, they said you weren’t married?” His hand was touching mine as i offered the information. He paused, his fingers touching mine, i noticed how delicate his hand looked compared to my own, his long perfectly manicured fingers appeared to be a little red around the edges of a couple of fingernails. He looked up at me, i saw something in his demeanour, i didn’t know him well enough to read his mood having only just met him but to me it looked like sadness with a touch of shame, his big brown eyes looked wet as if he was going to cry. “I’m not,” He mumbled as dropped his gaze, avoiding eye contact with me. Another person could well have just assumed that the lingerie simply belonged to his partner or girlfriend, not being married doesn’t always mean you are single but another reason immediatley crossed my sex obsessed brain. The lingerie belonged to him, there could be no other option in my mind. “I see,” i replied, my hand still outstretched, “This is your stuff isn’t it? Come on, take my hand and i’ll help you pick all this up before anyone sees us, my lips are sealed David.”He took my hand and i felt how soft and warm it was, nothing unusual in that, he was a Doctor after all, not a bricklayer. I pulled him up onto his feet, now we were standing on the same level the height difference was obvious, being six foot six tall i towered over him, it was his turn to be the one looking up. We were barely a foot apart and he was looking up into my eyes, for a moment i was lost, already picturing him in some of the underwear that lay at our feet. I smiled down at him, trying my best to control myself with the myriad of thoughts running through my mind. We were still holding hands and i tightened my grip. “Don’t worry, i will never speak a word about what is in that trunk to anyone. My mouth was suddenly dry and i had to lick my lips before i could continue speaking. He looked away, his gaze on the various items that had fallen out of the trunk, My eyes followed his, resting on the open trunk, i could see much more items that had been covered by the various pieces of clothing. I could see what looked like a black butt plug and something flesh coloured caught my eye, it was a vibrator, a cock shaped vibrator, i had to smile to myself, could my daily lustful dreams be suddenly coming to life thanks to a faulty catch on a simple trunk?David looked away, his face reddened, his hand limp in mine, he bit his lip before replying. “Do you promise me Scott? it is very important.” I tightened my grip of his hand, my other hand clasping his hand between both of mine. “You can trust me David, or would you rather i called you something else? apart from David and Doctor?” He turned his head and looked up at me, i smiled down at him, “I, I, I dpn’t know what you mean, what other name could i possibly go by?” I placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded towards the clothes in the trunk, “Like when you wear all this stuff, do you call yourself something else? do you become soneone else?” My tone was meant to be sympathetic, or as close to it as was possible for me but it seemed to freak him out. He pulled his hand away and dropped to his knees, grabbing at clothes that were s**ttered and throwing them into the trunk, muttering to himself all the time. “Other name? other name? how dare you, i have no idea what you are talking about, why would i have another name?” I turned and picked up the shoe, holding it out to him as i answered. “I think i know, ” I started, “I am a man of the world, i know a bit about this sort of thing and if you ask me there is nothing for you to be ashamed about. We do have the internet down here you know, i have seen videos, a lot of videos, an awful lot of videos.” I emphasised the last part of my statement as his hand reached out to take the shoe, sıhhiye escort his hand holding the heel, my hand holding the open toe’d foot, he looked up at me but i held onto the shoe. “Nice heels,” I said, “I bet you suit them, i bet you really suit everything in that trunk.” I was trying to make my feelings obvious without coming right out and saying it. Things were pretty tense, the situation could go either way at this point if he didn’t get the message and trust me with his little secret.”Can i please have my shoe?” He finally said almost pleadingly, i decided right then to try another tack. “Say please,” i said, my tone just slightly forceful yet not mocking. He looked up at me, his expression one of shock yet as his eyes scanned my face trying to gain some kind of tell from my own expression i could see his demeanour instantly change. “Can i please have my shoe Sir.” THe Sir part shocked me, i hadn’t been trying to make him submissive, just tell me the truth and let him know he had no fear of my ever disclosing what i had seen but it seemed to have backfired. “Enough with the Sir thing,” I said, “I just want you to be able to confide in me, i know we have only just met and you are new to the town, you will need a friend and i want to be that friend. I don’t usually take to strangers very quickly, don’t usually take to people at all but i get the feeling we could be friends, really good friends, more than friends if that idea ever appealed to you? Do you get my meaning David?”David smiled and i let go of the shoe, smiling back at him, “Lets get all this stuff back in the trunk and into the house before my wife or neighbour come looking for me. They are leaving for New York later this afternoon and i’m sure they’ll have a list of instructions for me a mile long.” I knelt down and began to pick up the clothing, placing it as neatly in the trunk as i could but not too quickly, savouring the feeling of the silk and satin between my fingers. “You have some very nice things, very sexy looking, especially these stockings and girdle, i’ve always loved the look of 50’s and 60’s lingerie.” I thought smalltalk would give him time to compose himself but he didn’t answer, just glanced up at me and smiled shyly from under his big eyelashes, my heart melted. If we are going to be friends David then you better stop looking at me like that, not that i don’t like it, i like it too much and if what i believe is true you wouldn’t be David very much when in my company if you get my drift?” He lowered his head but i could see his obvious grin and the way his body seemed to relax. “I’m sure i don’t know what you mean?” he answered shyly, like a naughty schoolgirl. Yes, i had seen the short plaid skirt and white blouse amongst the various items of clothing, as i placed them into the trunk i saw a pair of black heels, same style as the red. “Do you paint your toenails when you wear these?” I asked casually, “Pillarbox red usually” The answer was out of his mouth before he realised it. I laughed, “Caught you unawares there, i’m sorry, that was a bit sneaky of me, perhaps you can show me them later?” David smiled again, i liked it when he smiled, and reached out to rest his hand on top of mine as i picked up a black girdle with straps for stockings on it. “And would you like to see me modelling that at the same time Scott?” His response took me a bit by surprise after his actions just a few moments ago but i acted as casual as possible before responding. “Behave you, i have to look and act normal in the company of two women until later and i don’t need that image in my head or my jeans will be a bit too tight in the groin area if you get my drift.” Another shy smile, his hand still resting on mine, his fingers slowly stroking that back of my hand. “You have very big hands, i wonder if the old wives tale is true?” I knew what he meant and in my case it was certainly partially true if nine inches length and three in girth was considered to be classed as big. We both laughed and returned to filling the trunk, David closed it and tried to fasten the catch with no success. “I can put a new catch on that for you if you like? i might even have one in my shed but hopefully you’ll be here long enough that you won’t need that trunk again and the contents can be given their own drawers in your bedroom, meanwhile, why don’t i carry it for you, someone as delicate as you shouldn’t be carrying heavy trunks, I am a gentleman if nothing else.” I stood up and heaved the trunk off the ground by the side handles and headed towards the front door, calling to him over my shoulder. “Leave those cases where they are and let the man of the house attend to them.” I was taking a risk, the first of many that were to follow but i wanted to get my point across to him before he had even set foot in his new home, i was trying to tell him that in the privacy of his own home i wanted to be the man of the house and free him to play the role of whoever he became when he delved into the contents of the trunk. David almost skipped behind me to the door, taking keys out of his pocket and looking through them to find the one that unlocked the front door. “i’ll take your bags inside for you and then i better go and make sure i haven’t been reported missing, let you settle in and freshen up, i can pop over later after they’ve gone if you like? They won’t be back till Tuesday afternoon so we’ll have plenty of time to get aquainted before you get given the third degree from them about your whole life story. One thing i will advise you, buy a clothes horse, wouldn’t do to hang any of the stuff in the trunk out on your washing line, tongues would wag even if you had a wife who wore them. The women in this street wouldn’t know sexy underwear if they saw it and personally i’d have no desire to see any of THEM model it, you on the otherhand?” I left my statement unfinished and carried the trunk up the two flights of stairs to the loft which had been turned into a large bedroom with ensuite. I admired the room, saw the movers had made it as tidy looking as possible, throw a sheet and duvet on the bed and the room would look nearly perfect. I made my way back downstairs, i could hear David rattling around in the kitchen emptying boxes, probably looking for the kettle or a bottle of something stronger after the last 30 mins. I retrieved the four suitcases, shutting the car door and boot and brought them all into the house, taking them upstairs but not as far as the upper floor master room, instead i left them in one of the three other bedrooms and made my way back downstairs. Hopefully when he saw that the only clothes i’d left in his new bedroom were those in the trunk he would get the message. I shut the door behind me and returned across the carpark to the wall, dropping down off the top into my own garden and entered my own house. The three women were still chattering in the conservatory as i entered the kitchen. Just met the new neighbour, he’s a Doctor and his name is David, nice little man.” I said to no-one in particular as i stuck the kettle on.

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