Drunken Lee Gets To Know Old Man Next Door - Robbie Webb - ebook

18-year-old Lee and his old man next door neighbour get to know each other better after the boy comes home drunk one night. A tender little tale for lovers of older and younger. All characters and terms including 'boy' 'lad' and 'girl' refer to people age 18 and over. This book contains explicit sexual material and is for adults only.

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© 2014 Robbie Webb

First Edition

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Adapted from a story from the book THE RAIN FALLS HARD ON THE HUMPIN’ BOYS

This story is not attributed to the cover model. The cover is an illustration for viewing only and there is no association with the cover model and the story.

All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.

Lee was the new neighbour on the block. His next door neighbour was an old man. Mr Mason had lived in the flat for twelve years. He’d never married and kept himself to himself.

A few days after moving in, Lee thought he’d introduce himself to his neighbour.

“Hiya. I’m Lee, your new neighbour.”

“Oh, so that’s why you’ve been going in and out of that flat, is it?”


“Bob. Bob Mason.”

They shook hands.

“I’ll not be having any wild parties, Mr Mason.”

“I don’t mind you having the odd party, lad. You’re a young lad and it’s what you young lads do.”

“I know, Mr Mason, but I know how thin these walls are so it wouldn’t be fair on you if I brought all my mates round.”

“I wish all young people were as considerate as you.”

“Well, I like to get on with my neighbours, Mr Mason.”

“What’s your name again?”

“Lee, Mr Mason.”

“As in Francis.”

“Yeah. Do you like him?”

“Oh he was my favourite, he was.”