Neighbor Andy

[Toon]

(a few years ago)

I don't know what it is about my personality or my 'aura', but I've always attracted friends who had fucked up childhoods and/or substance abuse issues. It started in high school when two of my closest friends had a parent that committed suicide. College brought new friends who were molested as kids, were speed freaks or had been in jail. There's nothing tragic about me...I had a normal family and a normal life...except that I was gay. I buried it pretty deep inside, and tried not to even think about it. I considered myself to be pretty boring. I never did anything exciting, and maybe that's tragic in and of itself. I moved to a new city for a job that was something I really wanted to do, but it didn't pay all that great. I moved into an apartment complex that was in a somewhat 'iffy' part of town. It was two levels built into a box shape with a courtyard in the middle. It was cheap and not dirty. That's all I wanted. 

Wouldn't you know that I met a new misfit the day I moved in. He had the unit right next to mine, and introduced himself immediately. Andy. He looked fairly normal, but there was a touch of insanity in his eyes. I would have guessed he was in the military, judging by his solid build and extremely short haircut. He was around 6'3" and clean-shaven. Cute and around my age. I didn't have a "type", but I did think he'd be the kind of man I'd be interested in. He helped me move my stuff in. And I somehow knew he was crazy.

"Just a word of warning: This side gets pretty bright sun in the morning. Keep your blinds closed if you want to sleep late."

"Oh, okay. I usually get up early though."

"Yeah. Me too. I do maintenance here. It's not great money, but I don't have to pay rent. If you ever lock yourself out or your toilet clogs, don't go to the manager -- just come by or call me. Got your phone on you? I'll give you my number."

So I guess he wasn't in the military then. I settled in and arranged what little furniture I had. It wasn't even 24 hours later that my refrigerator stopped running. Ugh. At least there were only some diet Cokes in there. I called Andy and he came over in twenty minutes. He was in shorts and sandals ---- not what I'd think a maintenance worker would wear on the job. 

"Well, it must be minor because most of the fridges around here are new. It might be your outlet. Give me a few minutes to look."

He moved the fridge out from the wall and went looking in the back. I never knew what to do while a repairman was in your home. Do you stand there or leave them alone to do their job? I decided to go watch TV.

"Shout if you need anything."

As soon as I said that, he said "Done. It's fixed."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. The plug had just slipped out of the wall socket. It happens sometimes if the power's been off for awhile and suddenly starts back up."

I felt stupid. I should have checked that on my own.

"Well, sorry for making you come over for an unplugged refrigerator."

"No problem, my friend. You got me away from painting and I needed a break. Mind if I hang out here for a little?"

"Not at all? Want a Coke?"

"Got any beer?"

I didn't, so he invited me over to his place next door. He didn't have much more furniture than I did, but it was nice. Great TV and stereo. I sat on the couch and he brought me a beer. I normally never drink at all, but it seemed like there was no way I could say 'no'.

"Your TV is huge, Andy. Is it HD?"

"Of course. Why? Did you want to watch something? I thought we could just talk."

"Oh yeah. Sure." I swallowed more beer. It was way better than the last time I tried it in school.

He settled down next to me and kicked off his sandals. "So you're gay, right?"

What? I'd only met him twice and had fewer than ten sentences to him. How did he know? "Well...."

"Sorry. That was rude. I just kind of see things, you know?"

"Like what?"

"The very first time I saw you, you were bursting with secrets. You've got those eyes that say there's more there."

"Okay. And, yeah. I'm gay. I've just never told anyone."

"I understand. I'm gay too. I also have HIV...ever since I was sixteen."

"You look healthy to me."

"I'm on some good meds now. AIDS is practically curable at this point."

"Oh. Good. Are there side effects?"

"Some. Nothing like there used to be with the old drugs. I'm a slut. Never had a boyfriend -- just hook-ups. There's, like, five gay bars and a bath house within ten blocks of us. I'll show you around. We can go tonight if you want. It's Saturday."

"Ummm...I don't think..."

"You've never done anything with a guy, have you?"

"No. Not ever." I didn't look at him as I talked. "I guess I always thought it would go away. I come from a very conservative area."

"Ugh. That term 'conservative'. It just means 'we all agree to hate the same people'."

"You're exactly right. Wow."

"It's no problem, dude. Probably too early to just bring you to the gay scene on a weekend. How about if I just introduce you to a few friends of mine --- ease you into this."

"Sure. Thanks."

"Cool. Well, I gotta get back to painting door frames. Call me anytime."

He put his flip-flops on and showed me out. I spent the next few hours alone in my apartment, thinking. This gayness wouldn't go away. It was who I was and I needed to stop hating it. "I give up! You win!"I said to an empty living room. And I quit fighting.

Andy called at 10 the next morning. "Let's go get breakfast. I know you don't have any food over there. I know a good lace and my friend Zach will be there."

"Sure. Give me ten minutes. and I'll come over."

Panic. How do you dress for breakfast with two gay guys? I wore some of nicest 'casual' clothes and even put on a little cologne at the last second. Then I went next door.

"Good morning! Wow. You look nice...I could eat you up with a spoon. And you smell good too. Mmm." He nuzzled my neck and smelled.

He was wearing more or less what he was wearing yesterday. His pickup was one of those tall ones that you had to climb in.

"So how do you know Zach?"

"He's one of my friends. He's HIV+ as well, but you don't know that yet. Sometimes he talks about it nonstop and sometimes he doesn't. He's always changing moods. He might be dressed better than you or worse than me."

"I'll be cool."

The funky little diner was full of the brunch crowd. Andy looked around and spotted his buddy. Zach was probably in his late 30's and had thinning blonde hair. He had a friendly face as he stood and greeted us.

"Who's this, Andy?"

"My new neighbor. Tommy. He just moved to town and I'm showing him around."

"Well, he has to come to the beer bust with us. Hello, young man. Sit, sit." I shook his hand and felt him mentally read me. Andy and I sat across from him and I just studied the menu.

"Probably not going to the beer bust, Zach. Tommy has never been out....anywhere. I don't think unlimited beer in a room full of horny dudes is the right environment to bring him to."

I was intrigued. "No. It's fine. I'll go. When does it start?"

Andy pushed his knee into mine as some sort of silent signal.

"Oh, honey. It's already started. It goes on all day. Our whole group is already there. Eat a big meal to prepare your stomach for this."

I suddenly realized I hadn't eaten a decent meal in two days. Just snacks and diet Coke. The food wasn't great, but it was filling. Andy aid the bill and told Zach that we'd be there in an hour. Out in the hot noon air, I suddenly felt so full and so sleepy. 

"Thanks for breakfast, Andy. Next time it's on me."

"We don't have to go to this. We can just watch TV and snooze a little. When do you start your new job?"

"Not until Thursday. I just need some coffee or a Red Bull first."

"Okay. As you wish. I got something better than coffee, though. Take this." He gave me a tiny pill and I swallowed it without thinking too much. I trusted this guy. By the time we got back to the apartment complex, I was feeling nervous and maybe a little hyper. 

"I just need to pee and then we can go." I felt like my hair was trying to crawl off of my head. Weird.

I went to my apartment and got ready while Andy waited outside. "Last warning. You don't have to do this."

"Let's go."

"Okay. It's ten dollars at the door and they give you a wristband. Then you can drink all the beer you can as long as you can. I'll stick close to you. My friends are cool. You're safe with us around you."

We got to a huge bar called "South Paw". It didn't look much different on the outside than any other tavern I'd ever seen. This would be fine.  Andy payed our way in and I wore the flimsy little band on my right wrist. The sights and sounds were so intense. I felt Andy grab my hand. His instinct for what I was feeling was starting to amaze me. He led me out a door in the back where there was a patio. 

"My little group of pals is mostly made up of smokers. You can only smoke on the patio. There they are."

His group was composed of different sizes and ages of men, but they all had the same type of military haircut as Andy.  Was this a thing now? Was it fashionable all the sudden? I wondered if they were secretly skinheads -- except one two of them were of mixed race. Andy introduced them all. Mark, Rick, Tony, etc. I was bad at remembering names even in the best of circumstances. 

"Hi. Nice to meet you."

One of them grinned broadly. "Andy, is he a new member of our club?"

"NO. This is Tom, and he's new to town. Be nice and don't scare him."

"You can call me Tommy," I added.

"Yeah. Tommy suits you better -- you look like a kid. Want a cigarette, Tommy?" Suddenly I did. I'd never liked the smell of smoke before, but it seemed like a good way to bond with the group.

"Thanks."

Andy kept me close as we sat down and joined the party. "Jesus, Andy...go get the kid a beer already." He obeyed because obviously this guy was "the leader" I guess. 

Once I was alone with this group, I decided to ask about the haircuts. I was just so curious. One guy who hadn't spoken yet answered with "It's part of being in the club. It's a rule we all follow...except for Zach."

"I don't have much hair left, asshole. I already explained that I'm not shaving what little I have. Besides, I have tenure. I'm above 400,000 now."

The others nodded and started trading numbers. 300k, 250k, etc. I figured out they were talking about HIV. They all had it. I thought that the new drugs lowered the viral amounts to almost zero. Guess I needed to read more. 

Andy came back and handed me a plastic cup of beer. "What have you been telling him?"

"He asked about the haircuts."

"Oh," Andy looked a tad bit worried. "It's our thing. Easy to recognize each other in a crowd."

"I get it. Thanks for the beer. It's not very cold, though."

"That's why it's so cheap, boy. Don't worry. You won't notice after we do some shots," Zach assured.

"Shots? Like a shot of something, like drugs?" I felt stupid as they all laughed.

"No. Whiskey. Mark is a diabetic and they him bring a bag in with his needles and shit. He always packs a fifth of JD in there. Shots here are four bucks  a piece."

The big, mixed-race guy pulled out his bottle and we all took discreet sips. Andy put his hand on my leg and whispered in my ear. "You can just pretend to drink it if you want." But I liked the foul, burning taste...it went well with the smoke I was inhaling. And I was relaxing a bit. I didn't even care that I was surrounded by poz guys... who seemed to take pride in their virus. Andy took medication so he couldn't be like that. Right?

"Is there a cigarette machine here?" I wanted another one.

"Yeah, but it's always out of order. Here." Zach handed me one and lit it for me.

The light changed and it got later. Andy seemed to want me to leave with him and go someplace else, but I was happy here. We stayed and drank more beer and shots. By the time it was almost dusk, the place got crowded and the music got louder. I needed to pee. Andy escorted me to the restroom and stood by the door while I went. So many men! I hadn't even taken time to check them out. Wasn't this what it was about? They all looked fuck-able to me. Dicks and beards and tight jeans and big boots. When I finished, I walked out and got mashed by the crowd. Somebody grabbed my ass.  I couldn't find Andy as I was moved out towards the dance floor. Where was the patio? I was lost. I got pushed up against the wall by Mark the diabetic smuggler. He towered over me and leaned in close. "You lost, Tommy?"

"Sort of. I'm trying to find Andy."

"Why? You think he's trying to find YOU??. You in love with him or something? Andy doesn't have boyfriends."

"I know. But he's my ride home."

"I'll give you a ride, little boy. Feel this." He rubbed his hard crotch against my stomach. "Touch it if you want. It's the biggest one here...big enough to make you a club member for life."

As rude as this all was, I kind of wanted to touch him down there. I felt my own dick get hard. I reached toward the fly of his pants just as Andy appeared.

"Back the fuck off, Mark. Tom and I are leaving now." He grabbed my hand and was leading me away.

"How 'bout a little respect, dude. Remember I'm the only guy with the syringes."

"Ignore him. Let's go." Once we were back out on the street, Andy seemed to be angry. With Mark? With me?

"What's wrong?"

"I should not have brought you here. You aren't ready and I thought my friends would be nicer. I need a smoke."

"You?"

"Yeah. I smoke, Tommy. I just didn't want to do it in front of you for some reason. I wanted you to think more of me."

"Why? You saw me smoke."

"You don't know what you're doing. This was too fast. Let's share a smoke and go home." We sat on the curb and shared a cig from the pack he'd had with him the whole time. I suddenly didn't want one anymore.

We drove home in mostly silence when Andy finally asked, "What he do to you? What did he say?"

"He rubbed his groin on me and said he could get me into your club. He also said not to fall in love with you because you don't have boyfriends. What's the deal with your club, Andy?"'

"I'll fill you in later. That dumb fuck. I hate him, but he's sometimes a good guy. Sometimes."

We got back to the apartment complex, and I wanted to invite Andy in, but he was still mad and distracted. I just went to bed with an upset stomach. I slept like a rock and didn't wake u until that morning sun snaked it's way around the blinds. My mouth tasted horrible. I was in the middle of my shower when Andy knocked at my door. I was still wet and wearing only a towel around my waist when I answered.

"Oops. Sorry. I should have called first. I brought McDonald's breakfast since we never had dinner last night. Get dressed and I'll set everything up."

I came back it in a t-shirt and shorts. Andy had already taken his flip-flops off and was setting paper plates of fast food breakfast on my little coffee table. I let him ick out something to watch since I didn't even know the channels in this area. We settled on some 70's movie about spies or something.

"Thanks for this."

"No problem. Mark called me last night. He wanted to apologize to both of us. It's all cool now."

"Tell me about your club, Andy. Not later. NOW."

He wiped his mouth, leaned back and closed his eyes. "This is too much information, buddy. But I guess I'll have to tell you eventually."

"I'm not all that shock-able. I've heard everything."

"Okay. Just...just don't avoid me after I tell you. I like you and we're neighbors. Promise? Promise you'll still like me?"

"Yes."

"Well...you probably already know we're all HIV+. And we all know each other from all the fucking we've done around town. We all started taking meds about the same time. And then we quit medicating."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know if I can explain it exactly. It all got too safe and too boring. We were all sitting around Zach's place one night and decided that, together, we could develop a mutant strain of HIV that couldn't be controlled by a drug company. It started as a fantasy. Then we got serious about it. It was exciting. We all flushed our pills at the same time. We fucked each other and others with no hesitation."

"Wow, Andy. I don't want you to be sick."

"I know you don't. But I haven't told you the worst. Mark let's us use his syringes to draw our blood and inject each other. He sometimes does it to strangers, but I swear to you that I haven't. And over the past year, we started competing. Everybody wants the highest viral count. Mine is now just a hair over 300,000. Zach's is the highest...he's almost full-blown. Mark is u there too. Tell me what you're thinking, Tommy."

"I...uh...I want you to stop this. I like you and I want to be your boyfriend, but not if you're hell-bent on destroying yourself. There you go."

"I've never seen your face without all the secrets hiding it. Can I kiss you?"

We kissed and I felt electricity in every atom in my body. We made out on the couch and it almost felt like it would go further, but it didn't. Andy left with a big boner in his shorts and said he'd see me later. 

The next afternoon Mike came by. "Break time! Come out and have a smoke with me. It's so nice outside." We went and sat on the steps.He smoked, but I didn't. 

"What are you doing today, Andy?"

"Trimming bushes. It's messy, but not that hard. Want to come down and keep me company?"

Of course I did. He was cutting and trimming while I just sat om the grass and watched. I knew that I loved him. It was a fact. 

"Hey -- I thought maintenance guys always wore work boots. Why are you in sandals?"

"They make those boots in my size...14, but they don't make 'em wide enough. I inherited my dad's wide, flat feet."

"Oh. Sorry if I ask too many questions."

"No. Ask anything."

"Were you molested as a kid?" I already knew the answer.

"Oh, yeah. Brothers, uncles, neighbor kids. I got taller and bigger and decided to do some molesting of my own. I was a bad seed. Why did you ask that?"

"I've known a lot of people who went through bad shit. I had a collection of damaged friends."

"They were drawn to you, Tommy. You're stable. Or maybe they saw those invisible walls you had been building and wanted to hide behind them too. With you."

Yep. I loved him.

"What are your goals?"

"Seriously? You haven't started your job yet and already you're asking corporate questions. My goals are always changing. At the moment, I just want to be happy. What about you?"

"I want to have a better life than I ever imagined. I don't mean being rich in a mansion. I just want to be satisfied."

"Well put. 'Satisfied' is a good goal. I have to mow now. Can I drop by after I'm done?"

"Sure. Watch your toes."

He laughed and left me alone. I watched him walk toward the shed. He was beautiful. His butt and legs and strong back. 

I sat in my apartment and tried to memorize the TV channels. I ended up on one of the public access stations and watched one of those high school quiz shows. I was on a quiz bowl team back in the day, but was never on TV. I sat and was absorbed for a good hour when my Andy came by.

"Done already?"

"Yeah. There's not much grass here. What the hell are you watching? Game shows? Come over and have a beer with me. You're gonna be a working boy soon -- we need to party now."

His apartment smelled like him and I felt my dick rise. He instantly took off his sandals and his t-shirt. "It's getting warmer out there now. I can turn on the AC if you want."

"I'm fine, but turn it on if you need it."

He handed me a cold can of beer and we settled on the couch. "Nah. I'm good now. How 'bout if I play some music. Ever heard of Matthew Sweet? He's a goddamn genius. There's a few songs I want you to hear."

"Cool."

He fiddled around with his stereo, and then the great music started. It was rock, but not harsh or heavy. This Matthew guy had a decent voice and sounded like his heart was breaking. I picked out a few lyrics...

     "Don't you need somebody to love?"

     "I want to be your boyfriend."

It was just so dreamy. I forgot about his club and his disease. He put his arm around me, and I could smell his new sweat and cut grass. This time I kissed him first...and let my hands wander around his bare chest. His nipples were hard and sharp and perfect. I knew some things. I knew I wanted to have sex with him...and I knew I wanted him to give me his raw dick. He'd always been able to read my mind --- maybe he could now.

"Andy...I..."

"Shh. I know. Let's go to my bed. I should probably take a shower first."

"Not now. Please?"

"As you wish, Tommy."

We both got entirely naked and wrestled around on top of his comforter. It was heaven. There was so much I wanted to do with him and so much I wanted him to do with me, but I was too afraid to make the first move. I think he knew that. How could he read my mind so easily? He got over me and positioned his big dick right over my face. I wasted no time. I took as much as I could..and a little more. He liked it. He did some push-ups on my face. A poz cock was going in and out of my mouth, but it belonged to a man I loved.

"OK. I need you to know that I love having my ass licked. I like it almost as much as I like fucking. Can you do it for me, please?"

"Sit down."

He plopped his butt on top of my face and sat down hard. I wasn't sure how to go from here. I just stuck my tongue in his hole. Everything was new. I must have done a good job because he moaned and started sliding u and down my face with the heels of his feet dug into the side of my head. Funny how his asshole tasted like mowed grass too. I just wanted to please him. My Andy. He was starting to sweat more.

"You've done it now, neighbor. I'm going to have to fuck you." He was reading my mind again. I could breathe again.

"Yes. I want this."

He was working his dick furiously. "I'll try to make it quick. You're not ready for a long session. Just hold on as best you can."

I was talking to him with my mind. Yes, I want you. I want your cum and all the things in it. He lifted my legs up and rested my ankles on his shoulders. It was happening. He pressed that fat head against my ass. I was ready. He got in and I yelled. Loud. It felt like he was breaking me. He put a wide hand over my mouth. It smelled like grass too. He didn't stop, just kept going in harder and deeper.  I can't say it felt good, physically. But my mind loved it. He was becoming a part of me now. He knew what I was thinking and quickened his pace. And came. In me. Naked as the day he was born. I held him so tight. So tight. His dirty sperm was now tainting my system. It would be OK.

I spent the night in his bed. Cum and blood were everywhere. It was fine. I had unworried dreams. I guess I was in the club now.

Now we're a couple. Dating and calling ourselves 'boyfriends'. We are bonded so tightly. I tried to get him to teach me his mind-reading abilities, but he claims it only works on me. I tested HIV+ a few months later. I went on meds and so did Andy. I have no idea what happened to the club. I guess we got each other banned from that group. Gay marriage is legal now and I wanted to propose to him, but of course he beat me to the punch. I'm wearing the ring now as I type this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[bjbottom]

Another great, well-written story!    I can totally related to having a collection of friends from the "island of misfit toys."    

Edited August 6, 2017 by bjbottom

[Beefypervpigphx]

I<3u

 

another story str8 from my life to the pages of this website

[PDXBugchaser]

So hot! Damn you made Andy seem like a fucking dream. 

[Bicycledude]

I hope at least part of this is true. Another good love story!

[str8mature5]

Bravo! Great story!

[BBArchangel]

Really great story! I love a romantic pozzing story, and this has all the elements of a good romance. Well done!

[PozTalkAuthor]

I had missed this one! 

These are stories I love: where the neg (naive) guy becomes -biologically- bonded with an experienced gifter. Well, they have much more than a ring: a golden wearable jewel can be stolen but not what your man shares with you through sex and resides in your blood cells forever.