Mark Winston is mostly content with his life. He has a home, a job he loves, and a sister who always has his back. So what if the one thing he’s missing is a person to share that life with? Experience has proved he can’t get what he wants and needs out of a relationship. Yet he can’t stop wanting his next door neighbor and wishing there could be more between them.<br><br>Dylan Pomeroy might be young, but knows what he wants: Mark. He continually inserts himself into the older man’s life, determined to show Mark that he’s exactly what Mark needs. But Mark worries that the difference in their ages, and his need to be cared for, are hurdles too big to overcome.<br><br>But Dylan won’t be deterred, and Mark begins to realize his worries are unfounded. Dylan shows Mark he’s the perfect man for him. But years of being rejected for his wants makes it difficult for Mark to hope that things between them will work out. Can Mark let go of his insecurities and let himself fall in love with Dylan?

Love with the Next Door Neighbor

I didn’t even think, just reacted, doing as he said. With his other hand, he pushed on my taint, and the pressure inside and out made me yell and curse. My cock was so hard, it hurt now, and it was leaking steadily. With every nudge on my gland, more clear pre-come slid from the tip.


“More. More,” I begged. Just a little bit more. I was right there. A little harder, a little more rubbing, and my orgasm would be on me. That internal wave of sensation that would flow through me, repeatedly, that would make me shake and scream.


And then it all stopped. The sensation, the feel of his fingers. My hole was empty, my ass clenching on nothing. I panted, blinked the sweat out of my eyes, tried to figure out what was going on. Dylan was suddenly there, looming over me, his pupils blown. He smoothed back my sweat-slicked hair and waited until my gaze focused on him.


“Yeah,” I croaked. “Yeah, yeah. Wanna come. Please. Please.”


Chapter 21