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Woke up sweating after having this dream, and I knew that I had to write it all down. Good thing that I did have a pair of shorts that matched what I'd dreamed about... VIP patrons, check out the photos of myself that I took to go with this story.

Grabbing the last box from my truck, I hauled it into the house before coming back outside to shut the tailgate. It had been a long day of moving furniture into my new house, and the weather had luckily cooperated the whole time. It had been mild weather, and the twinge of a cool night felt good against my sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts.

Standing on the sidewalk in front of my house, I admired it for a second before seeing my neighbor’s porch light turn on. He walked outside, book in one hand and a beer in the other. He placed both on the small table beside his porch swing before sitting down.

He was older than me, but I had no guess as to what his actual age was. He had salt and pepper hair (heavy on the salt), but he still had a tight frame. Piercing blue eyes looked out from his handsome face, and he soon saw me standing there.

“Well hello, I guess I’m your new neighbor.”

Walking up the short sidewalk to his porch, I grabbed his offered handshake as he stood up and then sat back down. He had a set of two stairs leading up to his door, and I stood there leaning against the handrail.

We introduced ourselves and made small talk about moving.

“Anything I should know about the neighborhood?”

“Well let me see.” After offering to go grab me one, he opened his beer and was taking sips of it between sentences. “Mrs. Patterson is on the other side of you, and she has the neatest landscaping in the cul-de-sac. She wakes up with the sun on Saturdays to work on her flowerbeds, but she never brings the lawnmower out until everyone is awake.”

Craning my head back to look, I saw precisely planted flowers and ivy that seemed meticulously placed on the side of her brick house.

“Jack Thomas in the blue house near the end of the street likes to practice his golf swing in his front yard, so be careful driving past him- he’s already sent a ball through two car windows.”

“Sounds like he’ss trying to hit someone at this point.”

Jeff, as he’d introduced himself earlier, just laughed at that.

“Other than him, the neighborhood is pretty welcoming. They help out if needed, but it seems like you’ve already got the memo there.” I thought he was talking about all of the friends I’d had join me earlier to help me move, but he kept talking. “Maybe you somehow knew that I’d had a long day, so you decided to be a sight for sore eyes.”

I tried to stop myself from blushing at that comment, but I could feel my cheeks heating up nonetheless.

“And I’m glad that you decided to wear those cute little shorts.”

Jeff was leaning back in the swing now as I looked down to see an old pair of shorts that I’d pulled out of the back of my dresser when I was packing. I’d forgotten that I had them, and I definitely didn’t think they were worth mentioning.

“Even happier to see that you’re going commando too.”

Oh fuck!

Crossing my legs, I tried to whisper out some apology, but he was laughing now.

“I like a bold man, so you shouldn’t apologize for wearing some sheer shorts every now and then.”

Looking down again now, I realized that the white shorts might be pretty see-through with the right lighting.

“How bad is it?”

“Let’s just say that if you took them off right now, it probably wouldn’t make much of a difference.”

“I guess that’s my sign to head inside then.”

“I don’t think that’s what that means at all actually.” Draining his beer, Jeff let his hand fall to his crotch as he never broke eye contact with me once. “Why don’t you help me out and see if my hypothesis is correct?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Maybe you should just take those shorts off. Maybe I was wrong about you going commando after all… but I don’t think I am.”

“This is crazy, dude. I think I need to head inside and start getting ready to call it a night after a long day, but it was a trip meeting you.”

I should have turned around then, but I stayed.

“And yet you haven’t moved at all.”

We were at a stalemate, and I think that I wasn’t hiding anything well. Because in addition to Jeff seeing right through my shorts, I think he was also seeing the lust that was barely hidden. I had a thing for older guys, and he was hitting every button for me.

“You’re already sweaty, so I bet it would feel good to get out of those shorts.”

“I think you’re right, but this is crazy. I can’t just get half-naked right here in the open.”

Standing up, Jeff walked towards the edge of the porch, close enough for me to smell his woodsy cologne.

“I mentioned that Mrs. Patterson wakes up early, but that also means that she goes to sleep early as well. We’re by ourselves out here with no one to see anything.”

And as if he knew that I was still wary, Jeff grabbed onto the fly of his jeans and began pulling down the zipper. Before I could process what was happening, he’d fished his cock out to leave it hanging in front of me. Tempting me to fall into his trap…

“Fuck man, you know how to welcome a guy to the neighborhood.”

“I’d love to see you return the favor then.”

“I don’t have a fly on these shorts though.”

“Then I guess you know what you need to do.”

I did, but that didn’t mean that I was sure if my body could do what needed to be done. I felt my hands lowering to my waistband, but until they actually began to push the fabric down, I wasn’t sure if I’d go through with it. As my shorts hit my sneakers, I for some reason lifted up my feet to step out of them. From the bottom of my shirt to the top of my shoes, I had not a stitch of clothing to cover my dignity.

The night air felt even cooler now, and I turned around again to make sure that the street was still empty. Turning back around, I saw that Jeff had his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it.

“You ready to keep this party going?”

“That depends.”

“On the left side of my house, there’s an unlocked gate that will lead into my backyard. If you walk around the house, I’ll be waiting there wearing the same outfit as you, and you can do whatever you want to do. If not, it was good meeting you.”

Jeff walked back inside his house without another word, and his porch light clicked off. Grabbing my shorts, I couldn’t believe what had just gone down, but I still didn’t make a move to cover myself or walk towards my house. I stood there about twenty more seconds contemplating what to do before I finally put my feet in motion.

Throwing my shorts over the fence into my yard, I went through the gate just as the back porch light clicked on…