Gay Erotic Stories

Oops, I'm Sorry, Part II It happened a couple of weeks later: I saw this neighbor's car in my rear-view mirror as I was on the way to a supermarket after groceries. He was following me. When I pulled into a parking space, he parked next to me. I got out of my car, shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my jacket, and wondered, "Now what?" He had something to give me, he said, and handed me an envelope. Inside was a money order for $300. "That covers the cost of the stereo you bought, plus the work you did on my car," he said. "I didn't know how to give this to you. I was afraid if I stopped by your house, your mother might start asking questions." "She's still going to ask questions," I told him. "I can't explain a money order for this kind of money. Here, you keep the money." "Okay, here's another idea," he said. "You put your car in the shop for a tune-up and whatever else it needs and I'll pick up the tab. We'll be even and you won't get a lot of questions from your mom." "You don't have to do that." "Dammit!" he exclaimed. "I'm trying to make up for . . .you know, what happened. I took advantage of you." "Not really." "I'm not a bad person," he said, tears welling in his eyes. "I never thought you were." "You haven't called me or come to see me." "Okay," I said, taking his arm. "You want to help me shop for groceries?" Mom wasn't home when he helped me take in the groceries and I got a huge boner standing there in the kitchen alone with him. He left me with the boner to check out some of the other rooms. The phone rang. It was my mom telling me she was with a girlfriend and wouldn't be home for dinner. I went looking for my neighbor to tell him the good news. "This is the first time I've seen the inside of this house," he said. "It's nice." I pressed against him and got a look of genuine surprise. "Wait until you see my bedroom," I said.