The Hot Guy Next Door

 Originally posted on Tumblr: Nov 18th 2021

 

 

DAMN, do I love Braden! I’ve always liked him. I sat on my porch when he cut the grass and now, I was on my back patio watching him do yard work. He had pulled off his shirt and left himself on display. When he went away to college earlier this year, I missed him so bad. Why did he have to be a year ahead of me? The dude was always built, but I overheard his parents telling mine he had joined a frat. No idea what that frat had done to him, but he came back as a Greek god. Muscles everywhere. If I played sports like him, I would have tackled him and licked those abs. He went into his shed and came out with a dirt barrel.

Spring break was honestly just too short. I wish I had applied to Braden’s college, but it was mostly a sports college and to be honest, I’m athletically challenged. My little brother got the athletic genes in the family. Though his love was for soccer. As for me, being a high school senior  with a college freshman of man meat for a next-door neighbor. I guess that’s what college did; took boys and brought them back as men. My cock was aching. I was only fantasizing about Braden’s sweaty abs that I didn’t even notice when the real Braden was in my backyard. He had easily hopped over his fence and was looking at me.

“Hey Hugo,” He had a cocky grin on his face as he blatantly stared at my tented shorts. “That for me?”  My jaw dropped as he chuckled. “What? Should I say it in Spanish.” He joked.

“If you could, that’d make me nut on the spot.”  Normally, I’d be fumbling but if he was going to be blatant so would I.

He threw his arm across his washboard abs and laughed. I made sure to watch how his muscles flexed. That’s when I noticed, clutched in his hand was his shirt from earlier. His sweat must have seeped into it by now. It had been wrapped around the lawn mower earlier but thankfully he’d brought it closer.

 “You can have this,” He held his shirt out.

“Huh?”

“I think you’ll appreciate it.” He winked before walking back to his yard. He put in his earphones then grabbed a barrel of dirt returning back to his work. The moment I was out of his sight I ran back into my house. I was never going to wash that shirt!!! The gods had looked down on me today. When I passed my little brother, I fucking launched myself over him to get to the steps and bolted. The kid didn’t see me coming as I hopped over him like an obstacle on a track. That’s what happened when you put a 10-year-old in my path. I slammed the door to my room inhaling the scent, spinning around. I fell back onto my bed. Laying there breathing in his smell would have been enough for me.

“Hugo, Hugo!” My mom called from downstairs. “It’s your turn to take Shelly for a walk. I wanted to ask if my dad or. Jose could do it. Sure, he was 10 but mom could walk with him? But there was no arguing against mom, she always won. Sighing, I kicked the door to my room open.  I left the shirt on my bed so I could sadly look at it as I walked downstairs. Taking Shelly’s leash, I met her by the door wrapping it around her neck.  When we headed out, I could still hear Braden working in his backyard.

While I was on my walk. I felt great. Normally, it was a slough for me to get back home, but the air and the sun were tingling my skin. Looking up I realized there were barely any clouds in the sky. I lifted an arm to block out the light. A gasp escaped my lips, and my arm had muscle. There was a true bicep there. Curious as to how that happened, I lifted my shirt. I had four abs. Never in my life had I been that fit. There was a small inkling in my mind that it was Braden’s shirt. No logic, just me being purely horny. I was bound to rush home, but Shelly certainly had other ideas. Dogs do whatever they want whenever they want no respect for their horny teenage owners.

By the time I actually did get home, I could immediately tell something was off. First of all, my Mom, who had been downstairs cooking dinner, was gone. She never left while food was on, she hated that her personal pet peeve. I went into the kitchen to make sure the stove was off. Spotting the oven dials and even opening it up there wasn’t anything in there. Weird cause I thought I had smelt some food before leaving. Shelly abandoned me once she realized the walk was truly over. I called for mom and dad but no answer. Neither of them were home. Bad sign. Like grandma fell down the stairs badly. But even then, they would have called or at least texted.

“Jose?” I asked.

There was a shuffle of feet upstairs. I knew that panicked shuffle and where it was coming from. My room. That little twerp had snuck into my room. I thought he was overdoing that. As I walked up the stairs. I got a bit of vertigo. It was like the house had a small earthquake. Then I rushed up. “Hey, are you okay?”  throwing my door open.

The inside of my room is completely different. There were a few trophies around and the sheets and walls were different. My pictures that I had up of me and some of my friends were gone. In fact, there was nothing that belonged to me here. My room had been vandalized! Where was my shit?

And laying on what used to be my bed was a tall guy. He sat up pulling off his shirt. He was hot as hell, rich brown skin, warm brown eyes, and slick black hair. And his torso was now on display. Perfect black boy hairs matched the same follicles covering his face. Shouting stranger danger would have been smart, but I was too mesmerized in that moment to think. Like how the guy even got in my house.

“I didn’t do it,” The man threw the shirt away from him. Turning to where it landed, I noticed it was MY SHIRT, rather, the one Braden had just given me. The way the guy moved and seemed to shrink under my presence like he was deferring to me immediately gave me déjà vu. I knew that body language. No matter how big it got.

“Jose?”

“I just wanted to come into your room, then I saw the shirt.” Jose was studying his larger body and turning his hands over.

“What the hell did you—

I stopped talking. Then I examined my own body again, the small muscle that had grown on me. I only noticed it after the shirt. Walking over to it I picked it up off the floor. I couldn’t smell Braden on it anymore. Trust me, I took deep whiffs, and I got nothing. Instead, there was another smell emanating in the room. It was coming from Jose. The short no longer smelled but my brother smelt like he had been in the sun. Not like a terrible BO smell but the smell of heat and sweat.

“Look what I can do!” Jose shouted. He fell back on the bed lifting one leg up. With longer limbs he certainly had gotten flexible. My brother is a hot guy now. I mean when he opened his legs, I finally realized hot people should be illegal.

 

 

 Walking over to him, I examined more of my room, “We gotta take you to a hospital, probably call mom and dad too. Cause I have no idea what’s going on here.”

“Ah wait, you shouldn’t,” He said suddenly sitting up in his bed to grab my wrist before I dialed anything in my cell phone. He took his hand off my wrist. “They’re off on their date.”

“Date, what date?” Did dad suddenly surprise mom with something while I was out, that was from out of nowhere.

Jose eyebrows lowered as he seemed to be intensely thinking about something, “You know… they always go on dates, keep them busy so they don’t have to think about being empty nesters soon.”

“Empty nesters? Who taught you that word? Also how are they going to be empty nesters, you’re 10?”

“10? That sounds right but it doesn’t feel right.” He lifted up one of the trophies from the side of his bed. After staring at it he rested on his leg. I thought he was going to say more but he sort of zoned out looking at me like his mind wasn’t even there. At first, I thought he was playing a prank, but he didn’t respond to me or even react when I waved my hand in his face. As I got closer, I took the time to stare at the trophy. It was his trophy or at least his name was on it. I sorted through the other ones. They all had his name on them. My room had become my brothers. I backed away in shock.

  

Braden’s shirt morphed in my hands into a soccer jersey.

My brother snapped back to reality. “ I knew you wanted to see my trophies!” He kept talking but it was like he had started from the middle of a conversation we weren’t having. 

 

Before I could ask anything, my stomach released a growl

“Oh shoot! You’re hungry, why didn’t you say so.Then again, my bad probably should have started dinner.  I’ll go make something.”

“Since when can you cook?” I trailed him out of my room he trotted down stair while

“That’s just college life man,” He stated.

I stopped before heading down the steps after him. I peeked into my other brother’s actual room. Sure enough, most of my things had been migrated there. There were a few weights on the floor which I had never seen in my life. I didn’t go downstairs until the smell of food became unbearable. I needed to eat before I could process all this. I had just come downstairs and passed by the door then there was a knock. By now it had to be at least 7:00pm. The food was calling me but I decided to be gracious and answer the door.

Standing there grinning was Braden. “ Welcome to the frat bro!” He said before stopping and cocking his head to the side. “You don’t look…didn’t you put on my shirt?”

“I knew it was your shirt! What did you do to my little brother?”

“Oh shit, little Jose got it?” He scratched his head.

“Well, I don’t know if the term little applies anymore.”  I grumbled.

“Hey who’s at the door?” My brother walked out of the kitchen still shirtless. Once he locked eyes with Braden he paused. “Oh, hey man,” He nodded before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“Looks like he ended up a soccer player.” Braden’s eyes shifted to me. “Would have been great to have you on the football team though.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?”

“Well, my frat just got a new brother. Perhaps you should be glad you didn’t get my shirt, I mean shit! Your brother just rocketed through puberty. He’s probably a Junior or senior. You would have ended up beyond college. That’s my bad though, I didn’t think I was so potent.”

I was left aghast as. Braden took off with just a pat on my back. Trying to convince Jose he had been my kid brother once was pointless. Him and the rest of the world believe he had been born before me. He was my talented older brother, the golden child.  Even at the end of spring break my mind hadn’t healed when my brother rode off to college with Braden in what should have been my spot! As Braden pulled off he smiled at me. “See you in the summer.” Before driving off leaving me with a wink.