The Neighbor

[cocklust]

Part One

When I jack off, I always do it in the same location: seated in my leather swivel chair at the computer desk in my home office while looking at pictures or videos of hot men fucking each other. Sometimes I’ll just pull the waistband of my pants forward to have access to my cock. But when I really want to get into it I’ll get completely naked, making sure to sit on a bath towel so the leather chair doesn’t permanently absorb the scent of sweaty man butt.

My computer desk is against the wall, and to the right is the wall with the room’s window. I have nice wooden shutters that I regularly open and close, depending how much light I want in the room. The window is on the side of my house, so when the shutters are open I can see the side windows of the two-story house next to mine. Whenever I masturbate at night I make sure to close the shutters so as not to give the neighbor an unintended peep show. I didn’t really know my neighbor. He moved in about four months ago and I think I’d only seen him like three times…and that was just as he was driving away in the morning. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, and from what I could tell, pretty darn good-looking.

Me? I’m thirty-eight. About 5’9….170 lbs…brown hair. I do go to the gym two to three times per week, so I have a fairly decent body. I keep my chest shaved so the musculature I do have in my chest and abs will show better. (Plus, I never liked the way my chest hair looks when it grows in - just a black patch in the middle of my pecs). My pubes are trimmed and my balls are smooth, and I keep my pit hair at a reasonable length. All in all, I’d like to think that I’m someone who people would want to see naked.

It was a Friday night after a long week and I had just settled into my chair and pulled up some porn. The hectic week had prevented me from jerking off for several days, so I was definitely ready. My dick was already hard by the time I took off my clothes. The lube was close by. I could tell this was going to be one hell of an ejaculation.

I’d been going for probably twenty minutes when something caught the corner of my eye to the right. I looked over to the window.

Shit! I forgot to close the shutters!

The thing that caught my eye was my neighbor. He was on the second story of his house, standing at the window. It was dark outside and my light was on…which meant that if he’d been paying attention, it would have been very easy for him to look down into my room through the slats of the shutters to see me completely naked, beating my meat.

Fuck!

I quickly leaned forward to conceal my cock and swiveled the chair around so the back of it was facing the window. I practically leapt out of the chair and hit the light switch so the room would go dark. I picked up the butt-sweat towel and covered my deflating hard-on and maneuvered myself away from view. I looked back up at his window.

He was gone.

My heart was racing. What had he seen? How long had he been standing there?

I crossed the room and closed the shutters, but not before visually searching the other windows in his house to see if I could spot him. I couldn’t.

I sat back down on my chair. The desire to continue jerking off was gone. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that my neighbor very well could have seen me in the midst of my most private act.

This is humiliating.

But maybe he didn’t actually see me. After all, he was there and gone in a flash…disappearing almost as quickly as appearing. I’d noticed him almost right away. So at the most he might have seen only one or two cock strokes. Or maybe he was just walking across his room and didn’t bother looking down at me at all.

I’m probably making a bigger deal about this than necessary.

I turned off my computer and left the room, figuring I would just try for my awesome orgasm tomorrow night.

I shouldn’t have left things undone. You know how your mind works when you’re horny. Things you wouldn’t do after an ejaculation are different from things you think about doing before you’ve drained your nuts.

I started to consider the possibility that he had seen me. Maybe he caught a brief glimpse and just walked away because it wasn’t something he wanted to see. He was probably straight anyway.
I’d never really considered myself an exhibitionist before, but suddenly the thought of him seeing me stroke myself was starting to bring my cock back to life. I rubbed it through my pants, imagining myself naked and stroking with the shutters open, offering a free view to whoever was on the second floor of that house. I imagined him walking by and noticing me and thinking that I had no idea he could see. And I would pretend that I didn’t know he could see.

The thought was extraordinarily hot.

I stopped rubbing my dick. I wasn’t going to cum tonight. If I blew my load tonight, I knew I’d just wonder what the hell I’d been thinking and realizing that trying to get him to see me was insane. But I didn’t want to think that just yet. I wanted to see if this feeling would last until tomorrow night when I fully intended to shoot a massive cumload across my chest.

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It was Saturday night.

My cock had been in various states of hardness throughout the day in anticipation of my impending jack off session. As soon as the sun went down I started periodically looking through the window to see if there was any sign of my neighbor. The lights were on in his house, but I didn’t see him.

Well, whatever. He might not be near the window. My plan may not work after all. Oh well. It’s not going to stop me from shooting my wad.

I kept my clothes on at first as I spent about ten minutes looking at porn. Eventually it was too much for my throbbing cock, so I whipped it out. I took off my shirt, pulled off my pants, set down my trusty ass-towel, and got to work on my cock.

I left the slats of the shutters wide open.

I jerked slowly. Then I picked up the pace. I relished the feeling of my lubed up prick in my hand. I fondled my nutsac, enjoying the feeling of my silky-smooth balls in my hand. I lightly touched my asshole. I pulled my erection forward and let it slap down onto my abs. I applied more lube and continued to stroke. I let my hand roam up and down my chest, rubbing my pecs and nipples. I caressed my pubes. I raised my left arm and ran my hand over the pit hairs. I licked my armpit. Then I raised my right arm and did the same.

That’s when I noticed him out of the corner of my eye.

He was there again. By the window.

I stared back at the guys fucking on my computer screen so as to make it seem like I didn’t know he was there. Minutes went by and I could still sense his presence. He wasn’t just passing by.

He was actively watching me.

I smiled to myself and jerked faster. I longed to look to my right and stare directly at him, but I didn’t want him to get scared away. If he was watching me, I wanted him to get the full show.

It was so hot.

Someone who I’d never officially met was watching me pleasure myself. Watching me put lube on my dick and stroke it. Watching me rub my smooth pecs. Watching me lick my armpits.

I could feel myself beginning to sweat. I opened my legs wider and the smell of my own manfunk permeated the air. My eyes went up and to the right, trying to see him without turning my head.

He was still there. Still watching.

I squeezed my nuts, let out an involuntary grunt, and the cum burst from the tip of my cock. Thick ropes of hot jizz streamed onto my chest and coated my stomach. I breathed heavily as I milked myself and coaxed all the semen out. I leaned my head back onto my chair and let my breathing return to normal.

I swiveled the chair around, but not away from the window this time. Towards it. I stood up and felt the cum dripping down my torso. A few drops fell onto the carpet.

My body was directly facing my neighbor. I picked up the towel and started to wipe off my cum… still pretending that I had no idea anyone could see me. I looked around the room as if searching for something.

And then I looked up at him.

We made direct eye contact for about half a second. Half a second later, he’d moved away from the window. Three seconds after that, the light went out in that second-story room.

I stared up at the window. He’d watched the whole thing. He watched until I came.

Did he like it? Was he just curious?

Did he just watch out of morbid curiosity?

Whatever the reason, he’d provided me with one of the hottest experiences of my life. I never before thought I’d want someone (besides a boyfriend) to watch what I do with my cock when I’m alone.

But now I wanted my neighbor to see it again.

A sly grin crept up the sides of my mouth.

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[bigcannon]

Very hot, Cocklust. Can't wait to read more. Anxious for the next chapter. BC

 

[cocklust]

Part 2

Four days passed without another sighting of my neighbor through his home’s side window. And it certainly wasn’t like I didn’t try my best to give him another show. In fact, the very next night I pleasured myself again with the shutters wide open in the hopes that he’d return to the window for another glimpse of my naked body and hard cock. Alas, he never appeared and I had to finish the job without my desired audience.

I’d taken to leaving the shutters open all day. And then at night I would periodically check the window to see if he was anywhere near. I was ready to drop my pants at a moment’s notice if I thought there was a chance he would be interested in another solo sex performance. But as the days went on, I started to doubt that what I had experienced would repeat itself.

Perhaps I was wrong all along. Maybe he didn’t actually like watching me. Maybe it was a surreal, one-time thing and I would never catch him at the window again. He had probably just stopped to watch the way you would stop to look at a car crash.

I convinced myself that he didn’t actually want to watch me masturbate. He was just compelled to at that one moment, and now that moment was gone. He wasn’t gay. I decided.

He wasn’t gay, and he had no desire to see his gay neighbor fucking his own hand while watching homo sex on his computer.

When I finally did see him again, it wasn’t in the upstairs room from where he watched me before. It was downstairs, through the window below that room. The one opposite my window where I could look directly into his living room.

I was at my computer…not masturbating for once. Fully clothed, no hard on in my pants. I was actually just paying some bills. It was dark outside, and of course I had the shutters open. I noticed a light go on in his downstairs and it caught my attention. I looked over and saw him.

He looked to be preparing for a workout. He was stretching and I could see past him to his TV where he was playing a video of other people working out. He must have been following some kind of program and following along with the fitness instructors on screen. Intrigued, I got up from my computer and went over to the window to investigate. As he started his workout, I crossed my office and turned out the light so as to get a better view of him. But more importantly, so that he wouldn’t see me peeping in at him.

Great. Now I’m not just an exhibitionist…I’m a voyeur too.

I stayed at the side of my window and positioned myself so that I could see him, but he really couldn’t see me. I was transfixed for about ten minutes as he worked with his free weights. His back was to me, so there wasn’t much to see. I honestly wondered why I was even watching.

He must have worked up quite a sweat in those ten minutes, because at one point he stopped to take a water break, and then, while facing the window, pulled his shirt over the top of his head.

Fuuuucckk. He’s hot as shit.

Perfectly toned torso. Cut biceps and triceps. Firm, round pecs with delicious-looking nipples. A gorgeous pattern of black chest hair on his pecs. Thick armpit hair that made my mouth water. A trail leading down to his pubic hair…of which I could see a bit of just above his waistband.

Instant boner in my pants.

He turned back toward the TV and continued his work out. Every so often he would be positioned in such a way that I could enjoy more of his body. This included one set where he was doing some tricep extensions while facing me. As he lifted the dumbbells up behind his head, I was treated to an extended scene of his bushy pits…which I couldn’t help but imagine myself licking.

My hand was in my pants. And by the time he finished his workout, my pants were on the floor.

I stroked myself until he was done. And even when he set his weights down, turned off the TV, and left the room, I was still beating my meat. I was close to cumming, but I wanted to be sure the show was over before I let the cum fly. If he had any more to show, then I would be there to watch it.

Minutes passed and he hadn’t returned, so I knew I’d have to just finish the job without any visual stimulation.

But then the light went on in the upper room.

It startled me and I inched myself a little more towards the side to avoid being seen. I almost gasped when he appeared at the window.

With the darkness of the night and all other lights being off except for the one in his room, I got a perfect view of him. He was still shirtless. He opened the window and leaned his hands down on the windowsill. Just a hot shirtless guy relaxing by the open window getting a breath of fresh air after a workout.

For about thirty seconds he stood there breathing in the cool night air, completely unaware that his pervert neighbor was watching him from the darkness a few feet away.

I didn’t expect him to stand there for long, so I kept stroking myself. While he stood there like Juliet waiting to call out for Romeo, I was going to ejaculate to the sight of his beautiful body.

I nearly jizzed when he lifted an arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his hand and I caught another glimpse of pit. But I held off.

Then, that same hand that had wiped his forehead went down to his crotch.

It wasn’t until that moment that I made a startling observation.

He wasn’t just shirtless. He was naked.

He’d been naked the whole time…I just hadn’t noticed because the window started at waist level. But now it was obvious. I could see a lot more of his thick black pubic hair than I’d be able to see if he’d still been wearing his shorts. I could see the sexy V-line at the bottom of his torso.

He started stroking himself.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I had to release my own cock from my hand so I wouldn’t ejaculate right then. My cock ached and begged me to keep stroking, but I ignored its pleading. I watched as my neighbor jerked himself off in front of the open window.

I couldn’t see his cock as he jerked. Only his pubes. He looked down at what I imagined to be a perfect dick as he stroked himself. He closed his eyes and put his head back.

This couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? Two guys living next to each other who just happened to beat off in front of an open window where the neighbor could see? He had to know what he was doing, right?

Did he somehow know I was watching?

As far as I knew he hadn’t seen me at my computer before he’d started his workout. But I could be wrong. Was this whole thing a set up? Was he putting on a show for me? Was he just as much an exhibitionist as I apparently was?

I didn’t care. He was jerking off and I was watching. I gripped my cock again and matched his strokes. At one point he lifted his arm and leaned it against the wall next to the window for support. It was as if he knew I had a deep infatuation with hairy male armpits.

And at one point, I would have sworn he looked directly into my window. He couldn’t see me, but somehow he just knew I had to be in there watching him.

Then I got the biggest surprise of the night. He must have had some kind of stool or something else that he could stand on that would raise him above the windowsill. Because suddenly he was rising until the cock he was playing with was completely visible.

Jesus Christ.

A thick piece of beautiful man meat. Circumcised. Big, loose, hairy balls.

He masturbated furiously, his nutsac bouncing with each stroke. I heard the rhythmic slapping of his hand against his body as he pounded his meat. And then, he came.

Right out the window.

My eyes went wide and I heard him grunt as he shot a big load out into the night air. The cum rained down and for a second I imagined myself directly beneath his window, looking up with my mouth open as if to taste the rain.

My own cumshot splattered across the wall.

We both came down off the high of orgasm at the same time. He shook his dick like he was at a urinal to get the cum off his dick. I saw a few more bits of white fly off into the night. He stepped down off of whatever had been supporting him. He actually wiped his hand onto his chest hair to get the cum off before touching the window and sliding it closed.

He walked away and a few seconds later, the light went out.

I could only stand there while my cum dripped down the wall and a little more dripped from the tip of my dick.

I stared at his now darkened house and still had only one thought:

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

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