Tyler was my next door neighbor. At a fresh 18, he was exactly the type of distraction that a single gay guy in his late-20's like me didn't need. Obviously, I had no intention of ever pursuing him, but I would be lying if I hadn't given him some glances in the past year or two. He would always come home from basketball or football practice all sweaty in his wet short and tight basketball shorts. However, it wasn't right and I shoved a lot of those devious thoughts to the back of my mind. He had sprouted up over the summer and now stood 6'1" with a beefy body and shaggy brown hair. Now that he was legal, I wondered how open he was to experimenting, but I hadn't found the way to make casual conversation with him to even try to broach the subject. However, one day, I lost my sense of control. My hormones were in overdrive and Tyler's parents had let me know they were headed out of town and to keep an eye on Tyler. I saw Tyler come home from school, quicky go inside, then leave with some friends. I had the spare key as Tyler's parents wanted me to be able to get inside should something happen. With this access, I wondered what kind of items I could find in Tyler's room to help fulfill my selfish desires.
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