THE NEIGHBOR'S SON
BY XPLORER2000
"I'd like a room for two, please."
"King or two doubles?" she asked.
I took a quick glance out the glass doors to make sure she couldn't see my passenger in the car. I deliberately parked just out of view.
"King, please."
What would she think if she knew that I, a 45 year old happily married man, had an 18 year old boy in the car? And what was I thinking? Did I really believe anything was going to happen tonight with Brandon? Should I change my mind and get the two double beds? I knew that would be the right thing to do but I left it as it was. Hopefully, Brandon wouldn't mind. I paid with a credit card, took the key card, and walked out to the car.
Brandon was the son of our neighbor, Julie. My wife, Cheryl, and I moved in across the street from them about five years earlier. Brandon's parents had recently been divorced and his mom got Brandon and the house. She and my wife became good friends over the years.
Now Brandon was off to college. His mom wanted to drive him down but it's an eight hour drive each way and she was in the middle of closing a very important deal at work so, she couldn't get away. I am self employed and make my own hours, so the wife volunteered me. I didn't mind, I liked Brandon and enjoyed his company. The plan was to drive up the day before and stay in a motel. That way we could get Brandon moved into his room the next morning and I could get back home in the afternoon.
The problem was that I had recently found out Brandon was gay. That he was gay was not the problem, that I knew about it and couldn't stop thinking about it, was. Over the last few years I had been curious about being with another man.
I'd never so much as touched another man's penis or even seen one erect, except in porn, and since finding out about Brandon, I'd been fantasizing about sucking his cock. It had become an obsession. Now that there might be an opportunity, I had no idea how to approach it. I couldn't exactly just ask him, "can I suck your dick?" What if he freaked out and told his mom. She would have then, most certainly, told my wife. All I could do was take it slow and see what happened.
When I got back to the car, Brandon was half asleep with his head on a pillow leaning against the passenger window.
"I've got some bad news. They only have one room left and it has a king sized bed," I lied. "If you want, we can drive a little further and see if we can find a room with two beds."
"I don't mind if you don't," he said. "We've been driving forever and I just want to get to bed."
We had gotten a late start and hit bad weather and heavy traffic. The eight hour trip turned out to take eleven. I was relieved he didn't want to look for another motel but nervous about what to do next.
The room was a typical motel room with a king sized bed, TV, and a small desk. The sink and vanity was in an open alcove at the far side of the room with the toilet and shower behind a separate door. I decided to walk across the street to the convenience store to get some beer; liquid courage.
"That sounds good, do you mind if I have one?" Brandon asked.
"You don't think your mom will mind?" I immediately regretted putting myself in the adult chaperone mode, especially since we hit it off so well on the drive down.
"Nah, she lets me have wine with dinner all the time. Besides, I'm going to college; I think she knows I'm going to have a beer every once in awhile."
I left to get a six-pack, aware that it might be just what I need to break the ice. Brandon had a runner's build but only weighed about 120 lbs. One or two beers might be all that was needed to lower his inhibitions.
