One night, not long ago, I was lying on my bed, wanking, when I heard a small noise outside. My bedroom has large glass doors onto a big verandah and I don't bother with curtains or a blind because it can't be seen from the road. When I wank, there's usually a low light in my room and I'm facing away from the door, so I can't see what's happening outside. But I live in a very small community and nothing ever happens around here, so I'm not bothered by that. However, a few times recently, I'd had the feeling that I was being watched. That never bothered me enough to stop mid-wank and investigate, but this time was different.
I jumped up, opened the sliding door and grabbed a powerful torch. Not far away I saw the back of what looked like a teenage guy, running towards the distant road. I shone the narrow beam of my torch at him and shouted "Stop or I'll shoot!" I don't have a gun, nobody does in this country, but I figured he didn't know that, and a teenager would spend so much time watching streaming videos from the US that he probably thinks he lives there too.
Sure enough he stopped running instantly and stood still with his hands in the air.
"Keep your hands up, turn round and walk back here. Slowly!" I shouted, and he obeyed.
The light from my torch was obviously dazzling him, so he couldn't see I was unarmed. When he got to the bottom of the verandah stairs, I lowered the torch so he could find his way up. He glanced towards me, eyes starting to recover from the dazzling and, with a look of puzzlement, he said "You haven't got a gun!"
"Yeah, but I know who you are now, so you better not run away again or I'll tell your mum you were spying on me and wanking on my verandah." I glanced at the small damp patch on the front of his shorts.
He blushed the deepest red I'd ever seen and looked down at the ground.
"Come up", I said, "and sit on the couch there." I gestured towards the couch on the verandah and he obeyed. Sitting down and staring at the floor, obviously deeply embarrassed.
"How old are you, kid?" I asked.
"Eighteen" he replied quietly, sounding like he was having trouble breathing.
"That's lucky!" I laughed, "you're old enough to have a bit of fun then, ey?"
"You like watching old men wanking, do you?" I asked, trying to sound kinder than I had before. He kept staring at his feet and nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Well, guess what... I like watching teenage boys wank. So you're going to wank for me now. Get your clothes off, so I'm not the only one naked here."
He looked terrified. "What?!" he replied.
"Start with your shirt" I commanded, "then your pants."
"Don't just sit there!" I told him, a minute or two later. He seemed to be frozen and hadn't moved a muscle. "Do what I tell you or I'll tell your mum."
That did the trick. Still looking terrified, he started to pull his t-shirt up over his flat stomach, slowly exposing his hairless teenage boy chest, and then over his head. He dropped it next to him on the couch and looked up at me with an anguished look on his face, as if to say "is that enough?"
"Keep going!" I said, trying to sound more irritated than turned on. "Stand up and get your pants off."
He looked like he was going to cry, so I sat down next to him and put my arm round his shoulders. "It's ok, kid, I'm not going to hurt you. You've already seen me naked and wanking, several times, and that didn't hurt me, did it?"
"You knew?" he said, in a shaky voice.
"I felt like there was someone watching me a few times, but tonight was the first time I heard anything. You should have been more careful. But, anyway, I must have stopped you mid-wank, so I'm sure you need to finish the job now. Stand up." I continued, and took my arm off his shoulders.
He seemed to be a bit more relaxed after that, and he somewhat shakily stood up while I stayed sitting on the couch.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do, kid," I said, "I'll give you a choice, either I tell your mum or you let me spank you as punishment for spying on me."
"What!" he almost shouted, but a movement in his pants gave away how the prospect of being spanked felt to him.
"It looks like your cock likes the idea of a spanking!" I said, laughing and he blushed even more deep red than previously, if that was even possible.
"So, which is it? Do you want me to tell your mum, or would you prefer a spanking?"
"Please don't tell my mum!" the boy pleaded. "She'll kill me!"
"I doubt that" I replied, "So does that mean you agree to me spanking you?"
"Yes, I guess so" he responded weakly, with the terrified look coming back onto his face again. But this time he didn't stare at the ground, he looked searchingly at my face, trying to work out what I was going to do to him.
"Goodo!" I said, reaching out towards his waist. I slipped my fingers inside the waist band of his shorts and started pulling them down. I was astonished to see a little red lacy g-string underneath his shorts, with a clearly stiffening cock inside, trying to burst out. The sight of it, so close to my face, made my own cock start to get hard again.
"Wow! That's beautiful!" I said, gently stroking the bulging pouch. "Were you expecting to meet someone tonight?... Are you wearing this for me?" I laughed. He looked like he was about to die of embarrasment, so I slipped my fingers under the sides of the g-sting and pulled it down, past his now rock hard cock.
"That's the most delicious cock I've ever seen!" I said. It's criminal keeping that hidden next door, but it's out now. Can I touch it?" He nodded soundlessly.
I reached out and held his long, thick, throbbing cock in my hand. The feeling made me gasp with intense desire. I pulled his foreskin back and he moaned quietly. I moved my head so my nose was close to his now exposed cock head and sniffed. It smelled delightful, a mild piss scent, slightly cheesy, and very, very masculine. The smell nearly made me cum on its own. I struggled to resist the urge to suck it. That would have to wait till later.
