My neighbor's son. Part 1
Like many men of a certain age, my sex life left alot to be desired. Happily married, it was the one area that left me wanting and it had been that way for years. Although I was not looking for an affair, one found me anyways and in a completely unexpected way.
It was a warm summer's day when I first saw him. My neighbor's son, who I had known and seen grow, was alone in his back yard and was sunning himself. I thought nothing of it really as I caught a glimpse of him from my upstairs window. To be honest, I wasn't even sure how old he was. Old enough to be left alone, I guessed, because I knew that both his parents worked all day.
I went about my day, did some yard work and threw the ball for the dog. Looking back on it, he had to know I was home. Back inside for a shower, a casual look out the window showed my young neighbor was now laying out nude. It was surprise that struck me first and I looked away. However, there was an odd curiousity and I looked again. This time I was struck by how fit his body was, he had certainly grown up, and how well endowed he was. It was not difficult to see that, even soft, he had a big, thick cock. It was just a quick glance out the window, and yet it seemed as if we had locked eyes. Embarrassed, I quickly moved behind a wall, as if I was a teenage peeping tom. "Ridiculous, he was the one laying out!" I thought to myself. But then, the question popped into my head, "Am I embarrassed because I liked looking at him?" "Why was this whole scene so strangely exciting?" Why was this all such an odd turn on?
Slowly, I peered back out. He was still there, still nude and still laying out. I watched him as his hands ran over his chest and down his hips and upper thighs. My eyes were huge as he rubbed himself. His cock, now swelling, moved and throbbed. To my surprise, I began to swell and get hard also. Already nude, ready for my shower, I continued to watch him touch himself. It was all so erotic. I began to mirror his actions and started to touch myself as he did. My hands on my chest, like his. My hands on hips, like his. I swear he was looking at me through my window when he wrapped his fingers around his thick dick and gave it a long, slow stroke. Slowly, almost nervously, my own hand moved to my cock. I was throbbing now, my cock seemed to be aching. I touched myself and the pleasure made me exhale sharpely.
I watched as my sexy, young neighbor stroked himself and my movements began to mirror his. One hand wrapped around hard cock, and the other rubbing and pinching a hard nipple. In unison, we both pleasured ourselves. I imagined he could see me, as I saw him. I imagined it was my cock he was stroking. I even imagined that I was stroking him. That unexpectedly, and quickly, sent me over the edge. I shot hot cum out all over the wall in a leg shaking orgasm. I was breathing hard, almost panting. What an surprising turn on and thrill. I showered and tried to process what had just happened.
Stepping out, I immediately found myself back at the window. He was now on his stomach. "Damn" escaped my lips, I even said it out loud. His firm, perky, little ass looked so surprisingly sexy. My hand subconciously found it's way back to my cock again and squeezed it. I had to stop, I told myself, I have to step away. That night though, my thoughts were again filled with the image of my neighbor and the pleasures I had experienced earlier.
The next day, I found myself back at that window. Checking, hoping to see him back outside and sunning. It seemed like hours, but finally, again, I saw him. I saw him totally naked, I saw his big, soft cock swinging as he layed his towel out. I saw his perfect ass as he bent over. His young body had become an object of my sexual desire. Again, his eyes seemed fo be fixed on my window. I didn't think he could see me, but I thought what a thrill it would be if he could. His eyes seemed to be locked on mine, through the window, from across our yards as he started to stroke himself just like he had the day before. This time, I watched as his fist tugged and twisted around his thick shaft. His thumb teased and rubbed his fat cock's head, his hips bucked and began to shake. I could not believe how hard it all made me, I watched him so intently. "Yes! Shoot that load!" I said it, I actually said it out loud. His hips bucking, I could see his orgasm building. I rubbed my own pre cum covered cock as I tried to will his cum out. I felt a surprising lust, seeing his big cock, wanting to see him cum. Then, a thick, white rope shot out and landed high up on his chest. "Fuck, Yes!" I said and felt my own body shake and give in to my own orgasm. Still watching him, I marveled as more thick ropes splashed on his stomach. So sexy, so incredibly and unexpectedly sexy. I couldn't beleive my eyes when he ran his finger tip through his fresh jizz and brought it to his mouth. Again, as if looking right though me, he looked up and licked his cum soaked finger. So turned on, so surprisingly overcome, I brought my own cum covered finger to my own lips and tasted it. I even imagained it was his. My brain and body tingled.
The next day, I must of looked out my window thirty times, but he never came back out. I had to shake my head at myself. What was I doing? What was I hoping for? I wasn't gay, so why was this all such a turn on? Why was I attracted to his big cock and smooth, firm ass? Then... there was a knock at my front door.
It was a warm summer's day when I first saw him. My neighbor's son, who I had known and seen grow, was alone in his back yard and was sunning himself. I thought nothing of it really as I caught a glimpse of him from my upstairs window. To be honest, I wasn't even sure how old he was. Old enough to be left alone, I guessed, because I knew that both his parents worked all day.
I went about my day, did some yard work and threw the ball for the dog. Looking back on it, he had to know I was home. Back inside for a shower, a casual look out the window showed my young neighbor was now laying out nude. It was surprise that struck me first and I looked away. However, there was an odd curiousity and I looked again. This time I was struck by how fit his body was, he had certainly grown up, and how well endowed he was. It was not difficult to see that, even soft, he had a big, thick cock. It was just a quick glance out the window, and yet it seemed as if we had locked eyes. Embarrassed, I quickly moved behind a wall, as if I was a teenage peeping tom. "Ridiculous, he was the one laying out!" I thought to myself. But then, the question popped into my head, "Am I embarrassed because I liked looking at him?" "Why was this whole scene so strangely exciting?" Why was this all such an odd turn on?
Slowly, I peered back out. He was still there, still nude and still laying out. I watched him as his hands ran over his chest and down his hips and upper thighs. My eyes were huge as he rubbed himself. His cock, now swelling, moved and throbbed. To my surprise, I began to swell and get hard also. Already nude, ready for my shower, I continued to watch him touch himself. It was all so erotic. I began to mirror his actions and started to touch myself as he did. My hands on my chest, like his. My hands on hips, like his. I swear he was looking at me through my window when he wrapped his fingers around his thick dick and gave it a long, slow stroke. Slowly, almost nervously, my own hand moved to my cock. I was throbbing now, my cock seemed to be aching. I touched myself and the pleasure made me exhale sharpely.
I watched as my sexy, young neighbor stroked himself and my movements began to mirror his. One hand wrapped around hard cock, and the other rubbing and pinching a hard nipple. In unison, we both pleasured ourselves. I imagined he could see me, as I saw him. I imagined it was my cock he was stroking. I even imagined that I was stroking him. That unexpectedly, and quickly, sent me over the edge. I shot hot cum out all over the wall in a leg shaking orgasm. I was breathing hard, almost panting. What an surprising turn on and thrill. I showered and tried to process what had just happened.
Stepping out, I immediately found myself back at the window. He was now on his stomach. "Damn" escaped my lips, I even said it out loud. His firm, perky, little ass looked so surprisingly sexy. My hand subconciously found it's way back to my cock again and squeezed it. I had to stop, I told myself, I have to step away. That night though, my thoughts were again filled with the image of my neighbor and the pleasures I had experienced earlier.
The next day, I found myself back at that window. Checking, hoping to see him back outside and sunning. It seemed like hours, but finally, again, I saw him. I saw him totally naked, I saw his big, soft cock swinging as he layed his towel out. I saw his perfect ass as he bent over. His young body had become an object of my sexual desire. Again, his eyes seemed fo be fixed on my window. I didn't think he could see me, but I thought what a thrill it would be if he could. His eyes seemed to be locked on mine, through the window, from across our yards as he started to stroke himself just like he had the day before. This time, I watched as his fist tugged and twisted around his thick shaft. His thumb teased and rubbed his fat cock's head, his hips bucked and began to shake. I could not believe how hard it all made me, I watched him so intently. "Yes! Shoot that load!" I said it, I actually said it out loud. His hips bucking, I could see his orgasm building. I rubbed my own pre cum covered cock as I tried to will his cum out. I felt a surprising lust, seeing his big cock, wanting to see him cum. Then, a thick, white rope shot out and landed high up on his chest. "Fuck, Yes!" I said and felt my own body shake and give in to my own orgasm. Still watching him, I marveled as more thick ropes splashed on his stomach. So sexy, so incredibly and unexpectedly sexy. I couldn't beleive my eyes when he ran his finger tip through his fresh jizz and brought it to his mouth. Again, as if looking right though me, he looked up and licked his cum soaked finger. So turned on, so surprisingly overcome, I brought my own cum covered finger to my own lips and tasted it. I even imagained it was his. My brain and body tingled.
The next day, I must of looked out my window thirty times, but he never came back out. I had to shake my head at myself. What was I doing? What was I hoping for? I wasn't gay, so why was this all such a turn on? Why was I attracted to his big cock and smooth, firm ass? Then... there was a knock at my front door.
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