It was a Friday, which meant Carrie was off to book club until later tonight, and Joseph was home alone for the next few hours. He spent his morning mowing the lawn, then he took some time to weed the garden. A few days of unmanaged growth had his flowers nearly crowded out by all sorts of unwanted greens. He was satisfied by the end of it, though.

After he washed his hands of the dirt and wiped sweat from his face, he put the crock pot on for dinner and went to relax. He cracked open a cold beer to sip in the shade of the back porch.

Danny had moved in a week and a half ago, and Joseph had only had more strange encounters with him.

For one, Danny seemed to be a very touchy man. He was always putting his hands on Joseph's arm or shoulders whenever they talked. Joseph might not have noticed if it weren't for the frequency of it. He waved it off as a trait of the younger generation.

Then he asked Joseph for help with his lawnmower. He insisted it wouldn't start. He seemed to make a show of leaning down over the handle of his push mower to tug on the cord. When Joseph agreed to take a look, he took a seat on the porch with his legs spread wide. He was wearing shorts so short that they exposed the fuzz high on his inner thighs. The whole time, he played with the strings of his shorts, drawing Joseph's attention to the area any time he asked a question.

Joseph found the issue-- the power had been disconnected from the engine. He reattached it after grabbing some tools from his shed. When he finished, Danny gushed about how grateful he was for all the help. He leaned in really close, putting his hand on Joseph's sweaty chest.

Joseph didn't tell Carrie about any of this. What would she even say to him? She would probably agree it was inappropriate to go around without underwear on. But it was his own fault for staring, and he didn't want to admit he had been looking in the first place.

Since then, he had seen Danny sunning himself frequently on the back porch. He liked to go shirtless, those same tiny black shorts that barely covered anything. More than once, Danny had drawn the leg of his shorts even higher, baring the curve between his thigh and hip. He seemed to noticed when Joseph was watching, because he

Now when he went out into the backyard, he did his best not to look over the fence. He couldn't trust himself not to stare at the man for some reason. Something kept his gaze locked on Danny's thin waist, the gym shorts barely hanging on to his hips.

His hopes that he wouldn't have to worry about staring at his neighbor today were quickly dashed by the sight of Danny laying on a lounge chair. His bare chest had turned golden brown in the sun, as had his legs. As Joseph examined him, he realized with a dawning horror that Danny wasn't wearing anything. Not even shorts. He was completely nude in his lounge chair, legs spread to soak in the dwindling rays.

Joseph understood finally why he'd never seen the man's dick despite his minimalistic approach to clothing. Danny didn't have a dick at all. In fact, between his thighs looked closer to Carrie's body than his own. Joseph gawked at the patch of bronze curls, the pink seam in the middle.

He glanced away, but he saw Danny's eyes open and flicker toward him. It was too late.

"Good afternoon, Joseph! Such a lovely day we're having." Danny's hand caressed the inside of his thigh. Joseph swallowed hard. His throat was very dry. He took a sip of beer to avoid answering for a moment.

"Yeah it's nice out," he agreed, trying his best not to look below Danny's shoulders. Danny sure wasn't making it easy.

"I saw you doing your yard work earlier. You sure know how to tame a lawn, if you don't mind me saying," Danny grinned. "I'm jealous."

"Thanks," Joseph's cheeks burned red, but not from the heat. He took another swig of his drink and firmly planted his eyes on the shed. He didn't look away, even when Danny laughed and leaned back in his chair.

"It's been nice talking to you. I have to go check on dinner," Joseph said stiffly. He stood up from his chair and picked up his beer. He ignored the blood rushing south in his body.

"I'll stay out a little longer, I think. You have a good day." Danny stretched and groaned, the sound turning breathy at the end.

Joseph glanced back to see Danny had rolled over on his lounger. The curve of his ass gleamed in the afternoon sun. His eyes widened. He fled inside, fanning the burning red in his cheeks. His pants were tight around his erection.

He abandoned his beer in the kitchen and bounded up the stairs to his bedroom. Their bedroom. It was Carrie's too, after all.

Joseph shoved his pants down and knelt on the mattress. He took erect cock in hand and tried to think of Carrie. Her curves, the way her breasts bounced when she rode him. He remembered the sounds she had made when he ate her out. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind drifted back to copper hair and brown eyes. Danny's nude, tanned body plagued his thoughts.

"Fuck," he groaned, giving in to alluring thoughts of the man's body.

He thought of Danny beneath him, splitting him open on his cock and making the man moan for more. He'd bend him over that lounge chair. Or maybe he could put him on his hands and knees on the deck. He'd teach Danny what happens when you go around flashing your cunt.

The idea made his cock drool with pre, slicking his hand and wetting the duvet beneath him. His fist picked up speed. He fucked into his hand, imagining the tight grip of his fingers to be Danny's body around him. He bit down on a pillow to silence his noises. Joseph fisted his uncut cock until he was practically humping the mattress, leaving a trail of pre-cum in his wake.

He came with a shout of Danny's name, muffled by the polyester filling of his pillow. His dick shot rope after rope of cum across the sheets. Each tug of his sensitive cock made him shiver and spurt more semen into the growing puddle.

"Nnh, fuck, Danny," he rasped against the pillow.

Shamefully, Joseph cleaned up after himself. He wiped his hand with toilet paper and flushed the worst of the evidence down the toilet. The blanket went into the washer. He could just say he got dirt on it accidentally. They needed to wash their sheets soon anyway.

When she came home, wine drunk and raving about what Shannon had said about their monthly read, he nodded along and kissed her. No matter how much he invested himself in the conversation, he couldn't shake the guilt boiling in his belly.

He promised himself this would never happen again. Carrie didn't have to know about anything.