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</div></div><br/>Much to his surprise and amusement all his alluring body movements against the slick sides of his father's vehicle had elicited the curiosity of his next door neighbor, a guy Brandon Morgan hadn't yet had the pleasure of meeting. Although his twin brother, Benjamin intended to pay the guy a visit when he returned from water polo practice, his appearance in the Morgan driveway was an unprecedented, and unexpected first. Brandon's coy expression and shy smile on the curve of his seductive lips were the first thing that the new neighbor would see. Brandon pushed away from the side of the car, at the sound of a friendly voice off to the side of the driveway. The friendly voice went with an even more handsome face, that of his next door neighbor.<br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"><br/>
"I think you missed a spot." he called out to the man instead, nodding to a place on the windshield that had been just out of his hand's reach.</span></i><br/><br/>"I probably did miss a spot. Maybe a few. It's my Dad's and I'm feeling very lazy today." Brandon laughed, sizing up the guy.<br/><br/>"My name is Brandon Morgan. On behalf of my father, Alexander, I bid you welcome to the neighborhood. He would have sent you a welcome basket of fresh fruit or a pie had he not had to go to Paris for another event."<br/><br/>He found a dry spot on his tight denim cutoffs to wipe his hand before extending an arm in Joshua's direction, to shake his hand. "Your name is?" Brandon squinted a little, catching the letters on the man's mailbox that spelled M-c-G-i-l-l-i-a-n.<br/><br/>Joshua looked to be no older than his late 20's. He had short, straight coppery hair that had enough length to reveal a part on the left side of his head. He didn't have any gray hairs which might have given him a more distinguished, mature look. His eyes were impossibly blue and accented with long ginger eyelashes and matching eyebrows. His features were chiseled: a strong jaw line, high cheekbones, and a slight cleft in his chin. Brandon thought that he was was close to six feet even in height, but Joshua had a few inches on him so Brandon had to look at him ever so slightly as they shook hands. This was clearly a man who was in  full relaxation mode today.<br/><br/>It didn't appear like Joshua had shaved, his hair was a bit messy, and he was clad in a blue fitted cotton T-shirt and black sweatpants. Not exactly what Brandon had imagined upon seeing him for the first time. He actually expected that their new neighbor would be dressed in a suit and tie, looking very clean cut. Joshua was dressed in just sweatpants, but it was still impossible not to notice his legs. Brandon could tell that were muscular, and from the looks of his guns the man probably worked out at the gym. The T-shirt he had on accentuated his traps and rounded deltoids. His shoulders were broad, shirt sleeves encasing the upper portion of his lean biceps and triceps.<br/><br/>He could also see Joshua's pecs which were round and slightly pronounced. Through his snug T-shirt there was a clear line dividing his chest, the line ending where the muscles rose up in perfect half circles. When Brandon offered his hand in greeting, Joshua could take in his appearance much closer up than peeking through the upstairs blinds. He had really only seen him from a distance while the brothers were frolicking and fucking around with each other near their swimming pool.  Brandon's face was clean shaven and smooth. Similarly, there were no lines marring his complexion. No worry lines, smile lines, crow's feet or any of the markings that came with daily stress.<br/><br/>No, his skin was smooth and revealed the face of innocent optimism. He had rather high cheekbones and his hair was burnished dark golden color, fairly short, and parted on one side. Brandon also sported the tell tale signs of being an athlete. His hair included light blonde streaks from the chlorine in the pool. Brandon was probably about five-eleven and dressed appropriately for the task at hand (although Joshua might beg to differ). He was bare chested and was wearing a greenish pair of boardshorts that bore the name and logo of a popular surfing brand. Brandon's chiseled flesh had a nice golden bronze tan and what little body hair he did have had been bleached by ample amounts of Virginia Beach sun, chlorine, or both.<br/><br/>His eyes were hazel and as he shook hands with Joshua, he couldn't help but notice that Joshua's eyes tended to wander south after making eye contact.  Nice to meet you Mr. Mc Gillian. " Brandon said, all formal like.<br/><br/>If Joshua preferred to be called something other than Mr.McGillian, he'd let him know promptly enough. Brandon was just being polite. Worrying his lower lip slightly with the edge of ivoried teeth, Brandon smiled and released a warm burble of laughter. The initial line that Joshua used was pretty cliched, but funny.<br/><br/>Brandon would love to call him<i>daddy. </i>Just the thought of saying that aloud, in the heat of passion made the college boy's cock grow harder in the crotch of those tight denim shorts.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"You know how to wax properly, kid?" he played it cool as he took a step over, plunging his hands into his sweats pockets to keep them still. And to himself. "What brand ya got?"</span></i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Brandon knew that he should wait for his brother to get home, and he was so tempted to wheedle his way over for a next door visit alone with the older neighbor. He hesitated though, but made it very clear that he was wide open to suggestions. <br/>
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"I don't think so, perhaps you can show me how?" Brandon mused. "Maybe I can stop over with my brother in a few hours, and you can show us how to wax properly. Is there a specific kind that you use that makes the shine last longer, Mr. McGillian? I'd love to see your technique, and I'm sure that my brother would enjoy it too. What do you think?" he suggested.</span>