The Man Next Door
 by: Hankster

© 2012 by the author

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Chapter 1 
 

Frankie Jamison was thirteen when he got into a fight in the schoolyard and ended up getting detention.  He didn’t want his folks to know, so he didn’t tell them that he had to stay late at school.  He usually got out of his middle school about 2 PM.  He would then walk to the elementary school three streets away, and pick up his seven-year-old little brother Jimmy.  They lived too close to the schools for bus service, so it was Frankie’s job to escort Jimmy safely home.  Although the trip was short, along the way there was a dangerous intersection, which was the scene of many car accidents.

When Jimmy realized that Frankie wasn’t showing up, he started for home himself.  He reached the frightening intersection and froze.  Even when the light was with him, cars were turning into his crossing lane.  He stood on the corner not knowing what to do.  Just as the light was about to change, a car which was waiting at the red light, started up prematurely.  At the same time a car going in the cross direction sped up in an attempt to beat the impending red light.  There ensued a terrible collision.  One of the cars rolled over several times and landed right on top of Jimmy who was killed instantly.

John Jamison never forgave Frankie for the death of his son.

“You should have called me or your mother,” he repeated over and over again.  Frankie knew that they were both at work, and wouldn’t have been able to pick up Jimmy anyway, but his father was unrelenting in his condemnation.  Several times he smacked Frankie across the face, threw his brawny arms around the young boy and started shaking him relentlessly.   Frankie lived in great fear of his father, especially since he had reverted from the best, most loving father in the world, to a monster of epic proportions.

Frankie’s mother tried to intervene when his father was being abusive to his surviving son, but she herself was abused as a reward for her actions.  He would slap her on her face and push her against the wall.  The man had completely lost his reason.

Frankie’s mother and father began to fight all the time, and eventually they divorced.  Frankie rarely saw his father immediately after the divorce.  When a year had passed, he never saw him at all.  His mother needed a new start, so she sold their house and they moved into a tiny bungalow clear across town.

Jesse Cook lived in the house next door.  He was in his mid-forties, but he was in great shape.  He ran in marathons, worked out regularly, ate healthy, and tried to stay as buff as possible.  He had been married to Nancy, his high school sweetheart since graduating college.  Unfortunately she died of cancer a couple of years ago.  Jesse and Nancy had always encouraged their only child Jessica, to be independent.  She was now in her early twenties, a college graduate with a good job, living on her own.  Jessica constantly worried about her father, who had been in a mild depression ever since his wife died.  She encouraged him to start dating and to resume living, but he was content to stay busy with work, and to spend his evenings at home alone.  He made no attempt to meet his new next-door neighbors even though there was no fence between them, and they shared an unobstructed back yard.

Frankie missed his father terribly.  He missed the man his father was when Jimmy was alive, not the unforgiving man he had become.  One afternoon after school, Frankie sat at the picnic table in his back yard.  He was working on a tough math assignment.  Jesse was sitting on his back porch.  He couldn’t help noticing that Frankie was struggling and scratching his head.  In an act of socialization that was exceptionally rare for him, he walked over to Frankie and introduced himself.

Frankie was taken by surprise.  He couldn’t help notice how much this man resembled his father.  Each of them was about six feet tall, ash blond hair, blue eyes, muscular and lean, very much a man’s man.  The boy desperately needed a father so he warmed up to Jesse immediately.  He introduced himself, and Jesse asked what he was struggling with.

“Geometry,” Frankie answered and frowned.

“I can help you with that, if you’ll let me.  I’m an engineer.”

Frankie smiled and Jesse smiled back.  It was the first time he had smiled since Nancy had passed away.  He sat down next to Frankie and proceeded to help him solve each mathematical puzzle.  After that, Jessie helped Frankie often, and they began to develop a deep friendship.

With Frankie’s mother’s permission, he began to act as a mentor and a substitute father to the boy.  He attended Frankie’s sporting events at school and took him to professional home team games in the city.  They didn’t realize it at the time, but they were destined to be best friends forever.  Jessica was delighted at the change in her father.  She even wondered if he thought of Frankie as the son he never had.  Whatever the reason, she was pleased, and didn’t question her father’s miraculous change.

Jesse began to take Frankie to the gym with him to work out, and Frankie began to join Jesse in his jogging routine.  By the time Frankie was 17, he had a killer body thanks to Jesse.  The girls drooled over him, and the boys were envious.  Frankie was on the school’s football team, and by the time he was a senior he had fucked almost every cheer leader on the squad.  Jesse secretly envied Frankie’s sexual prowess, and was proud of him at the same time. 

Jesse was in his late forties when Frankie was a senior in high school.  One day he was called into his boss’s office.  The miserable economy had finally caught up to him and he was laid off.  Jesse had money and would be all right for a long time, but once again he experienced the depression he had when Nancy died, and he was worse than ever.

He tried to hide his feelings from Frankie, but you can’t hide depression from your best friend.  Frankie did what he could to cheer Jesse up, but he was unsuccessful. 

After graduation, Frankie had seven weeks off before starting college at State U.  He suggested to Jesse that it would be fun if the two of them went on a fishing/camping trip together, just the two of them.  He pointed out to Jesse that they wouldn’t be seeing as much of each other in the fall.  When that realization struck Jesse, he consented to the trip and the two men began to make plans.

Jesse did some research and he found a camp ground that was really quite remote and deserted.  Frankie agreed that it was an ideal spot.  They planned on leaving the Friday before the July 4th weekend and staying at least a week.  If they loved it they could stay on for a little longer.

After they pitched their tent near a mountain stream, and organized cooking utensils, rationed the food day by day, and generally got themselves settled, they sat on beach chairs at the foot of the stream.  It was oppressively hot and Frankie excused himself.  He went into the tent and stripped to his jockey shorts.  When he sat back down, he said to Jesse, “I hope you don’t mind, but it’s too hot for clothes, and we seem to be the only wild life around anyway.”

“Not at all.  I love to look at your magnificent body.  I think I’ll join you.”  Jesse went into the tent and stripped, but when he came out he was totally naked.  Frankie was surprised, but he smiled at Jesse.

“Good move,” he said.  He had never seen Jesse naked before.  When they went to the gym together, they always showered at home, and so he immediately checked Jesse out.  Jesse was about five fat inches flaccid, and he was uncut. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Frankie said, “and I mean all over.”  With that, Frankie stood up and took off his underwear, giving Jesse the opportunity to check out his adopted son.

Frankie was uncut and about a half inch longer than Jesse, but not quite as thick.  When Jesse saw his protégé in the nude, he began to get an erection.  He crossed his legs quickly so that Frankie wouldn’t notice.  It was Frankie who broke the ice.

“Look,” he said.  “I’m not going to be able to go for days without relieving myself.  Do I have to go into the woods and get all bitten up by mosquitoes, or can I do it openly in the tent?”

Jesse began to laugh.  “You’d better do it openly in the tent.  I have the same problem you do, and so I’ll probably join you.”

They sat at the stream for a couple of hours and finally decided that it was time for bed.  They peed together in the stream.  There were two sleeping bags in the tent, but it was too hot to use them, and they decided to sleep on top of the bags.  They went into the tent, secured the flap to keep bugs out, and they lay down side by side.  They lay this way for quite a while, neither being able to fall asleep.  They were best friends, but they had never been as intimate as this.  There they were sleeping together in the nude.  It was Jesse who broke the silence.

“Frankie,” he said.  “You know that I love you?” he asked, and then added, “like a son.”

“I know,” Frankie said, and he leaned over and kissed Jesse on the cheek.  “I love you too.”  Finally they both fell asleep.

In the middle of the night Jesse woke.  He realized that he was out of work for the first time in his life.   The realization struck him in the face and in his heart.  He began to sob bitter tears and he called Nancy’s name.  This woke Frankie up.  Oblivious to the fact that he was naked, he rolled over and put his arms around Jesse.

“Don’t cry, Daddy,” he said.  “I’m here.  Everything will be all right.”  He hadn’t even realized that he had called Jesse, Daddy, but it did not escape Jesse’s attention.  Unfortunately, that made him cry more, but in a good way.  Jesse turned to Frankie.  Their bodies were touching as they faced each other.  Suddenly Frankie was aware that he had an erection and it was pressing against Jesse’s.  He squirmed a little trying to back up, but Jesse held him firmly.

“Please,” Jesse begged, “don’t move.”  He ground further against Frankie’s body and began to dry hump his boy.  Frankie was confused as to what to do, but it didn’t matter.  This felt too good to stop.  When Jesse reached down and took Frankie’s cock into his hand, Frankie began to purr and moan softly.  He couldn’t resist returning the favor, and he took Jesse’s cock into his hand and started stroking.

“This feels so nice,” Frankie whispered in Jesse’s ears.

“I can make you feel better than this,” Jesse said.  He leaned over and went down on Frankie. 

“Oh God,” Frankie moaned, “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”  He came seconds later gushing into Jesse’s mouth.  He was shocked that Jesse swallowed all of his cum. 

Jesse sensed his surprise and asked, “Haven’t you ever tasted your own cum?”

“Sure.”

“Voila.”

“Thank you.  You’re better than any girl I’ve ever been with, and very few would go down on me anyway.  You are really good.  Have you ever made love to a man before?”

Jesse hesitated a long time before answering.  “After Nancy died, I couldn’t see myself with another woman.  I went on a business trip a few weeks later with a fellow engineer.  We shared a room, and he seduced me.  I’ll be honest.  I was very horny and I offered no resistance.  I’m glad I didn’t, because the sex was great.  The guy is married, and we had a great time without commitment, which is exactly what I wanted.”

“You don’t have to answer, but I take it you reciprocated his favors, based on your great performance tonight.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Jesse, I want to give you the same pleasure you just gave me.”  Frankie leaned over, and without hesitation, he began to suck Jesse’s balls.  Eventually he stroked Jesse’s shaft with a slobbery tongue, and finally he took Jesse’s cock into his mouth.  He was surprised at how nice it tasted.  Until now he had only tasted pussy, and he didn’t particularly like the smell of it.

After Jesse came in Frankie’s mouth, and Frankie swallowed every bit of it, he said, “Jesse you taste a hell of a lot better than my own spunk.  Thanks for the experience.” 

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“Jesse, did you ever have sex with your co-worker again?”

“Yes, Frankie, every chance we got.”

“Did you ever go any further?”

“Yes.  He let me fuck him, and when I saw how much he was enjoying it, I relented and let him fuck me.”

“And?”

“And it was wonderful.  The sex was great, and the incredible feeling you get of being connected with another human being is indescribable.”

“Jesse, let’s fuck…later.”  

To be continued...... 

Posted: 01/27/12