Married Man Is Turned Out

Connor had just finished mowing the lawn when the moving truck showed up. The house next door had been sold recently, and he was curious to see who had bought it. His wife was hoping it was another young married couple around their age. Two movers hopped out of the truck, and a pickup truck pulled up behind it and parked in front of our house.

A tall, fairly in shape man in his 50s stepped out, and Connor figured his wife was in for disappointment. If only he knew how right he was... The man spotted Connor and a big smile appeared on his face. He gave a quick wave as he rounded his vehicle.

"Hi! I guess I'm your new neighbor!" he said, walking up Connor's driveway. "Sorry about parking here, but the movers should be fairly quick".

He extended his large hand towards Connor, who self consciously wiped his sweaty hand on his shirt. "No problem, don't need the spot. Welcome to the neighborhood!" The man took Connor's smaller hand in his hand and squeezed tightly. He clapped his other hand on Connor's shoulder and squeezed there too.

Connor wasn't the most touchy feely or sociable person, and felt a bit uncomfortable at this sudden contact. The man continued "Thanks, I'm Brad, I just started a new job so completely new to the area. Glad to be getting a fresh start." He let go of Connor's hand but his other hand lingered on his shoulder.

"Sure, I'm Connor. Nice to meet you, my wife and I have lived here a couple years, it's a nice quiet neighborhood." Connor said. Brad was one of those very charismatic people Connor could tell, piercing blue eyes never breaking contact, a big smile on his face. Finally Brad gave Connor's shoulder a squeeze and slid his hand down his bicep then off his arm.

"You'll have to let me know which gym you go to. I can tell that you work out." Brad said, and his eyes scanned down Connor's body. Connor noticed Brad's physique as well, he was a few inches taller than Connor's 5 '10, and had fairly large arms, but a slight belly pushed out from his large frame.

"Yea... There's one just downtown, behind the pharmacy. Not very big but convenient." Connor found himself uncomfortable with so much eye contact, and how close Brad was standing to him. He took a step back almost unconsciously and looked at the truck.

"Got a lot of stuff?" Connor asked, feeling a bit lame.

"Half as much as I used to." Brad laughed, "Just got divorced, like I said it's a fresh start for me. New town, new job, new everything."

"Oh shit sorry" Connor mumbled, not sure what else to say. Brad continued to beam at him, and Connor suddenly wondered if Brad was in sales. He had such a direct manner and Connor searched for an exit to the conversation.

"Well it was great to meet you, I'm sure you've got lots to do, and I should finish up and get back to work."

"Ah, you work from home?" Brad asked. "I will be as well most days, looks like we'll be coworkers too!"

"Yea, I work in software. Just using the lunch break to get some yard work done." Connor said, backing into his garage.

"Great, well I'll see you around!" Brad said, then turned and headed towards the movers.

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"Did I hear a moving truck?" his wife Sara asked as he came into the house. She worked from home on Fridays, which was nice because he was alone all the rest of the week.

"Yea, sorry babe, it's not another couple like you were hoping." Connor said.

"Darn, oh well did you meet them?" She asked.

"Yep, Brad, he's alone and in his 50's I'd say?"

"Oh, well did he seem nice?"

"Yea friendly, but very talkative, I'm guessing he's in sales or something. He's divorced, new to the area."

"Ok, well maybe next time it will be a couple. Maybe you guys can be friends though." Sara said, sounding disappointed.

"I don't know, he seems like a lot. Very talkative"

"That wouldn't be the worst thing for you, you need friends! You guys could watch football or something. You are home almost all of the time now that you're working remotely!"

"Yea, maybe. I'm gonna shower and get back to it." Connor said, heading for their bedroom.

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Connor didn't see Brad again until the next day. He went out to do some weed whipping he had neglected yesterday, and saw that Brad was unloading some stuff from his truck, now parked in his driveway. Brad looked up and those piercing eyes locked onto his. The same huge smile lit his face up, Connor waved and tried to turn away but Brad was gesturing.

Connor sighed internally, and took his ear buds out. "Hey what's up?" he asked.

"Hey good to see you buddy! Back to the yard work huh? I can tell I'm gonna have to be on top of my game with you as a neighbor." Brad said as he walked over into Connor's driveway.

"No not really, just didn't finish up yesterday. How'd the movers do?" Connor asked to be polite.

"Great! Those guys had the truck unloaded in no time, just gotta unpack everything, the worst part." He said, beaming at Connor.

"Yea..." Connor responded, failing to think of anything else to say.

"Hey, would you mind helping me carry something in from my truck? It didn't fit in the moving truck." Brad asked.

"Oh yea, no problem!" Connor followed Brad over to the tailgate of his truck.

"Thanks, it's my weight bench. I tend to work out a lot."

"Yea I could tell." popped out of Connor's mouth, he immediately felt embarrassed.

"Oh yea?" Brad smiled at him.

"Yea, and I mean you asked about the gym..." Connor responded, not making eye contact. He hated how uncomfortable he felt, but he was always this way with new people.

"Thanks, trying to keep myself in good enough shape, I have to start dating now I guess." Brad said laughing. "Ok you grab that end, we're heading to the basement."

Connor helped ease the weight bench out of the bed, and together they carried it through the front door. Brad went backwards leading the way. "Lot's to unpack, but I had to get my man cave set up first of course." Connor grunted and nodded. "Just down here, don't worry about the weight shifting, just keep your end up, I've got you."

Connor helped take it down the stairs to a finished basement. There was a kitchenette with a bar, a few pieces of gym equipment and boxes stacked up around the place.

"This is awesome! Our basement isn't finished yet." Connor said.

"Yea, definitely a requirement for me, needed a big space for TV and home gym. I'm even gonna set up a Sauna!" They brought the weight bench over to a corner, and Connor let out a sigh.

"Sorry about that." Brad said as he placed his hand on Connor's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"No problem, just a little awkward carrying it like that." Connor responded. A giant TV hung on the wall in front of a loveseat. "Woh, that's huge!"

"Yea, you like that?" Brad asked with his hand still on Connor's shoulder. "I had to get it set up as soon as possible. I'm a huge college football fan, I didn't want to miss any games today."

"Oh cool, me too!" Connor felt a bit more at ease with the man, knowing there was something in common to talk about. "I went to State so I never miss a game."

"Oh nice. Yeah, that was a good win last night." Brad said, finally removing his hand from Connor's shoulder. "You should come over some time, we can watch a game, drink some beer. Maybe later today? Michigan and Oklahoma are playing at 7:30."

Connor was glad to have an excuse. "We're going out to dinner tonight."

"Cool, cool. Offer stands anytime, maybe tomorrow? The NFL has some good games on."

"Yea maybe, we'll see." Connor said.

"Thanks again." Brad said, gesturing back towards the stairs. "Glad to have a fit, helpful neighbor."

"Yea no problem." Connor said as he started up the stairs.

"Hey let's swap numbers." Brad said, as he followed behind. "Just in case you need your mail collected, trash can taken out, that sort of thing."

"Sure" Connor said, at the top of the stairs he recited his number as Brad typed it into his phone.

"There we go, message sent. Thanks again!" Brad said as he pulled the front door fully open. He placed his hand on the small of Connor's back, making him uncomfortable again as he passed out the door. He never understood why some people had to be so handsy.

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Connor hadn't really considered taking Brad up on his request to hang out. He wasn't the most social guy and the older man made him feel uncomfortable with his directness and how handsy he was. At dinner that night Sara brought him up again.

"So he asked you to hang out?" Sara asked.

"Yea but I don't know, he's just probably not somebody I'd be friends with." Connor said.

"Oh come on, you don't have any friends! Since college you've been a total loner except for me and my friends' boyfriends." Sara laughed.

"Yea, he's just a bit much you know? And he kept putting his hand on my shoulder." Connor replied.

"You're being ridiculous. No wonder there is a male loneliness problem, just watch a football game with him sometime." Sara said.

"Yea maybe, I don't know he was probably just offering to be nice."

"Yea, people are nice. You talk to nice people and be friends. It's not that complicated." Sara said, shaking her head.

When they got home Connor hoped he'd get lucky after their date, but Sara said she had a headache and wanted to go to bed.

"And please don't watch your game too loud, you know it goes right through the wall to our bedroom." Sara asked, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

"Yes dear" he said, feigning exasperation, and she punched him playfully on the arm. Connor turned the TV on, volume low, and switched over to watch some football.

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The next day passed lazily, Connor and Sara sleeping in late, then making breakfast and watching TV. They were discussing how to spend their afternoon when he got a text from Brad.

"Hey, I'm gonna be hanging out, watching football all day. Got some IPAs and snacks. Feel free to come over anytime!" It read.

"What's the face?" Sara asked. He leaned over to show her the text message, "Oh he's so nice! You have to go!"

"It will be awkward." Connor complained.

"You're awkward, come on he's probably lonely, and he's making an effort. Go and hang out, if you don't have fun it's not like you have to do it again." Sara said.

"Yea I guess, but let's go get some lunch now."

"Ok, and I want to stop by the gardening center"

"Sounds good." Connor said as he typed a quick, "Thanks! Maybe later today!" to Brad.

After dinner at home, Connor and Sara watched a bit of TV on the couch.

"That's it for me, I've got to get ready for bed" Sara said.

"Come on, it's only eight!" Connor complained.

"Yea, but I want to read, and I have to get up at six, it's a big day at the office tomorrow. We have our big budget meeting." Sara said, getting up. Connor sighed and grabbed the remote, switching over to football. "Hey, you should go to the neighbors, he's probably sad you haven't taken him up on his offer."

"I don't really want to."

"You have to, I talked with him a bit outside today when I was potting my flowers, he seems nice. Just go over there for a bit, then you can make an excuse if it's not fun."

"Fine, but I'm doing this under duress." he sighed, standing up.

"Thank you." Sara hugged him and gave him a quick kiss. "And be nice!"

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Connor felt awkward standing on Brad's front porch. He had grabbed a 6 pack from the fridge and headed over. He really hated meeting new people, but he'd also feel awkward if he turned down Brad's polite offer, and that TV was pretty sweet... He rang the doorbell, no going back now he thought. The door opened after a bit, and Brad stood there in a tank top and shorts.

"Hey, I was wondering if I'd see you today!" Brad said. "Come on in! Hey thanks for bringing beer, can never have enough!"

"Yea." Connor said. Stepping inside and closing the door.

"Shoes can go right there. Here I'll take those." He said, taking the beers from Connor' hands.

"Let's get downstairs, games on!" Brad said, leading the way towards the basement stairs. Connor kicked off his shoes and followed after. Downstairs Brad was behind the bar with the fridge open.

"Got your beers in here, but try this IPA I just found." Brad opened it and handed it to him.

"Thanks!" Connor said and took a sip. It was good but tasted strong, he checked the can and saw nine percent on it.

"Yea it's a strong one, come on have a seat." Brad said heading to the love seat. "Sorry about the tight seating, this is all I've got for now, gonna shop for a sectional eventually."

Connor followed and sat down next to him. It was tight, but comfortable. They began chatting about the game on TV, and their favorite NFL teams and soon Connor was feeling relaxed. He felt silly about being so nervous to hang out. Before he knew it he was buzzing from his first beer.

"Another beer? Something stronger?" Brad asked after some time.

"Another beer is good, maybe just one of the ones I brought." Connor said, they were only 5% so he wouldn't get wasted.

Brad came back with the beers, and handed Connor his.

"Do you mind if I smoke? Weed not cigarettes" Brad asked. He picked up a wooden box that had been sitting next to the couch and opened it. Inside Connor saw lighters, joints, and what he guessed were edibles.

"No problem, it's your house." Connor said. He was surprised, but weed was legal now and he knew lots of people did it.

"You ever smoke?" Brad asked, putting a joint in his mouth and picking out a lighter.

"Not much since college, Sara never really liked smoking so I fell out of the habit." Connor said.

"Yea, my ex-wife didn't really like it either. I view it a lot like beer, just helps me relax a bit. And no hangover." He lit up and took a hit. Soon the smell was floating all around.

"That smell takes me back haha, we used to get high every night at State." Connor said.

"Here take a hit, it's pretty mellow stuff." Brad offered the joint.

Connor hesitated, it had been a while since he smoked, but what the hell he felt good. He grabbed the offered joint and took a hit. After blowing out the smoke he immediately started coughing.

"Oh man it has been awhile." Brad laughed good naturedly.

"Yea I guess so." Connor took a sip of beer, but kept coughing. He hunched over a bit to cough into his hand. Brad placed his hand on Connor's back and patted him firmly a few times below his shoulders.

"You ok?" Brad asked, his big hand still on Connor's back. He started rubbing while Connor kept coughing, trying to clear the tickle from his throat.

"Yea, shit I'm just out of practice." He felt a bit weird about Brad rubbing his back, but appreciated the concern.

"No worries, we'll get you back in stoner shape." Brad said, lifting his hand from Connor's back.

After that they went back to watching the game, the second quarter was drawing to a close, and Brad had passed Connor the joint a few more times. Suddenly the weed hit him hard, it had been so long since he smoked and he felt planted to the couch.

"You ok man?" Brad asked.

"Yea." Connor said, hoping to sound normal. "Weed's hitting, it's been awhile."

"I'll get you some water, that usually helps." Brad patted Connor's knee with his big hand, then got up. He came back from the bar with two bottles of water, and sat back down. His legs were spread wide and his leg pressed against Connors. Brad again thought about how some people were so nonchalant with physical touch, but soon all of his attention was focused on opening the water bottle in what would look like a normal way. The cold water did feel good.

"Thanks," he said.

"No problem, I'll take care of you." Brad smiled at him, and placed a big hand on his knee again.

Connor smiled, and felt relieved when Brad withdrew his hand, but he realized their legs were still touching. He could feel Brad's hairy leg on his own bare skin and felt uncomfortable again.

"Oh, halftime, we can switch over to my media server and watch something else during." He picked up the remote and changed inputs. Suddenly the image switched from the teams filing to the locker rooms to a naked woman getting railed by a huge muscle bound man. She was screaming in pleasure and her huge tits were bouncing as the man railed her on the edge of a bed. Connor jumped in shock, the weed and alcohol had his mind buzzing and he had not been prepared for anything like this.

"Oh shit, sorry I forgot this was the last thing I had playing. It's a new setup, still getting used to it." Brad laughed but didn't do anything to change what was playing.

"Wow." was all Connor could say. He was mesmerized by the huge image, he had never seen porn on a screen this big before.

"Yea, it's amazing how real things look on a eight-five inch display like this. Part of the reason why I wanted this TV." Brad said. Connor was suddenly fervently aware of their skin touching. His relaxation had melted, but he was still buzzing. He couldn't think what to do so just sat there, staring at the screen.

"I've got all sorts of stuff saved. You like porn?" Brad asked. Connor could tell Brad was looking at him, but couldn't bring himself to make eye contact.

"Yea sure." he responded weakly.

"What kind of stuff? Stuff like this, big muscly guys and girls with huge fake tits? Look at her taking that monster." Brad asked. He pushed his knee into Connors and with a start Connor felt that his cock was beginning to stiffen.

"I don't know, just regular stuff." He placed his beer over his crotch, trying to prevent Brad from noticing.

"Yea I've got all sorts of stuff on here." Brad hit a button and an interface popped up. The couple having sex moved to the top right of the display, and more thumbnails appeared in a grid and started playing silently. Brad began navigating down through the gallery. Connor's eyes darted from a woman blowing a man, to two women kissing, to more sex between huge muscley guys and big titted women. Brad kept scrolling down through more of the same when Connor saw video of two men having sex, the one man was small and bent over a couch, with a huge muscled man behind him fucking him. Connor was shocked, and it must have shown on his face.

"Shit sorry yeah I've got some bi and gay stuff too, you never know what mood will strike." Brad laughed.

Connor had never seen gay porn before and was mesmerized. Suddenly the big man grabbed the smaller one by the neck and pulled his head back to face him. His tongue dove into the smaller man' s mouth, and they kissed passionately as he continued to drive into his ass with powerful strokes.

"Shit I'm getting hard, weed always makes me horny." Brad laughed, Connor looked over and saw him stroking himself through his shorts. "Sorry man, I can't help it."

Connor was speechless, Brad's erection looked huge in his thin athletic shorts. He felt like he couldn't breath, his heart was pounding from the weed, and he felt his own cock getting harder. He held it down with the hand holding his beer, but the pressure he was putting on his head as it fought to rise up started to feel good.

"I... I don't" he started to say but drifted off.

"It's alright man, all kinds of shit can turn you on, doesn't mean anything. This the one you're staring at?" Brad selected the one of the two men fucking over the side of the couch and it went fullscreen and full volume.