I miss seeing the signs men give off. This was easier when I could see the other man's reaction... Ben is finally ready to explore his feelings for men. He loved his late wife Sue and was faithful to her, but now it's time to move on and seek what he has wanted for a long time: another man to bed. But how does one do it? Should Ben just approach a man and flirt with him right off the bat? Ben is still figuring things out when a hot young man, Kent, moves in next door. Kent is blind but Ben easily forgets that fact whenever he glimpses Kent's toned body. Ben finds trivial, neighborly reasons to drop by Kent's house. But while Kent welcomes Ben inside his home, is he also willing to welcome his virginal neighbor inside the bedroom? The men have chemistry and the tension is thick. But with Ben so new at this, and Kent unable to see the signs of attraction, can these two men end up in each other's arms? *Gay romance for mature audiences. Sample: "My name is Ben," I said. "I live next door." I had raised my hand and pointed and then realized how stupid that was as he couldn't see where I was pointing. "I mean right over there." He smiled at me and pointed in the direction of my house. "Is that over there?" he asked and was grinning. "Um, yes. Sorry," I said. I could feel my embarrassment on my neck and was glad he couldn't see it. "No big deal," he said. "I get that all the time. Left or right work better. North, South, East and West work even better. My name is Kent," he said and held out his hand. A couple of days later on Saturday, there was an event in the park. I stopped by Kent's to see if he would like to walk with me. I thought that like me it would be something he would rather do with someone than solo. I rang the door bell and waited. It took a couple of seconds but soon the door opened. I couldn't believe it. Kent was standing there in a pair of shorts, barefoot and bare-chested. I was tongue tied for a minute. "Hello?" he said. "Oh, um, Kent," I stammered out. I would go over and chat with him, he seemed to always end up touching my arm or my shoulder or my back. I had not noticed him doing this before, but maybe it was just because we were becoming better friends. We had gotten to know each other a bit better.