When I entered high school I dated some girls, that was ok, but then this buddy started telling and doing some things with me and one saturday night he fucked me, and I found out that I liked other guys more than girls. Now some years later I still like guys better, I guess that makes me gay. I live in a nice little neighborhood, work the midnight shift, tend my own yard, cross dress when I get the chance, and yeah there's one guy that comes around on a regular basis. A few months ago the place next door went up for sale, middle aged couple bought it, no kids, they were in and out a lot, never got a chance to go over and welcome them, just waved a few times as they were either comming or going. One saturday afternoon I was mowing the yard using a push mower, no shirt, and wearing my daisy duke type shorts. Noticed the neighbor picking around in his yard, I knew he was watching me, and when I started back I saw his reflection in my window, he was standing by the corner of the house, and was rubbing his crotch, I new then that he was either a married bi or gay. The next sunday evening him and her stopped by for a few minutes while out walking, he never took his eyes off me, they were both wearing sweats and before they left he had a good size bulge in the front of his. I knew he was interested, so was I, but I wanted him to make the first move. I didn't see much of him for the next two weeks, then saturday morning I was taking the blade off my mower to sharpen it when he walked over, he stood around and made small talk, commenting on my yard and such. Then he got around to what he really wanted to know, and I said I would, I asked if he was bi or gay, and he said I'm bi, but my wife doesn't know about it. He said he'd watched me from the first day and was just waiting for the chance to get to know me better, and today he had the chance and the time if I did. I was ready, but I strung him along for a while, sharpened my mower blade and put it back on first, and when I stood up and turned around he was standing there with his cock sticking straight out on his sweats, and it was looked to be rock hard. So in a few seconds my own sweats and skimmpy panties were on the floor, I was on my back on the work bench. He played around and fingered me for a while using spit for a lub. then he very slowly shoved his cock in all the way to his nuts, I wanted it, and he was more than willing to do it, but just then his cell phone rang. After a few yeah's and no I was just going to start the mower, he put it back in his shirt pocket and said shit, wife's almost home and needs something unloaded and put in the freezer. He pulled out, jerked off the comdom, jacked his dick about a dozen times and shot his load right between my legs, pulled up his sweats and jockeys and as he was walking out said, the next time I come over I'll finish that job. Well he did come over and finish it, but it wasn't untill this past sunday afternoon, I was in the yard, him and his wife walked out of the house each carring a suitcase, I heard her say, I'll call you early tomorrow morning before you head for work, then she drove off. I knew he'd be over before long, so I got ready for him, and to make a long story short, he more than finished the job he started that first time.