Hi, I'm Joe, forty-three, married, happily, and living in the 'burbs'. I've got an incredible wife, Babs, and a pair of twin boys Rick and Rob. We live a very normal life. Well, not quite. Babs is a sexual tiger. We have sex everywhere. Once the boys came along and got to the age where they would know, we had to stop fucking with them in the room. Babs and I have been caught sucking or fucking in a bunch of places and we've even done some swinging on vacation. But those are stories for another genre, right? This story is about our neighbor.
We live in a very artsy three-story house in a neighborhood that has large lots and plenty of trees.
On the third floor, there is a storage closet, a loft. In that closet is a window. It's, triangular, a corner of the roof, the wall all glass, lightly tinted. From the outside, it looks like a wall, if there is no light on inside the little loft behind the window. if you look carefully out that window, you can see the house behind mine over the trees. Just one bedroom window and the in-ground pool with the terrazzo-tiled pool deck.
That house belonged to an older couple. They recently moved and sold the house.
On a warm summer Wednesday afternoon, I was up in that room, it's hot, there's no AC duct. I was looking for something not worth mentioning and glanced out the window.
The new owners have a son. A young, tall son, lean, with a shock of auburn hair and a six-pack. I'm not into guys, but this young man was beautiful, no other word for it. He came out of the house in a speedo, no surprise, if I looked like that I would too. I casually watched as he dove in and swam laps. I went back to my search. When I next glanced, he was laying on a lounge, the water glistening on his perfect skin. I paused and took in the sight. I don't know why this young man captivated me so. Maybe it was the whole 'rear window' aspect. I went back to my search. I was sweating profusely and my search was not yielding results.
I picked my head up out of a box and my eyes focused. He was naked. His long lean taught teen body completely open to my gaze. He was beautiful. The only hair on his body was a tight cluster of fur around his young cock, which was very hard and in his hand. My neighbor's son was masturbating by the pool.
I'm not into guys. I mean I had a drunken hook up with my college roommate but that was once and we never mentioned it again. No, I like girls. Babs, first and then a few hot wives along the way, but nope, no guys.
But, here I stood, peeking at my neighbor's sons' hard young body, and getting an erection. The kid was High-school age, maybe a senior. Younger than the twins by a few years. He was in no hurry. His hand slid up and down a cock that was all of seven inches, cut, with a big fat shiny head. Why am I so fascinated with this?
I gave in to my new-found lust. I yanked off my tee-shirt and shoved my gym shorts and briefs down my legs and stepped out. Hoping Babs didn't come looking, I watched another man masturbate while I stroked my rock-hard cock. I'm kinda stocky. Football player build, but I love the gym, so it's all tight. My cock is probably eight inches, thick too, cut, and right now, rock hard watching a kid beat off. I should be ashamed, I'm not. I'm trying to time it so we cum together. I have surrendered to an unknown passion.
Falling into this fantasy, I imagined what that young, hard, penis would feel like in my hand. The look on his face as I reached out and touched him. What would those long fingers feel like, wrapped around my fat cock?
His hand sped up and his other hand found a nipple. I pinched mine to keep up. His legs tensed, and he came. A thick, white jet, burst from that teenage cock and arced across his flat belly, drops splashing his face. Two more fat jets bathed his young skin as my spend jetted out all over the unfinished wall.
We both panted as we came down. I watched as the young man took a finger and cleared the cum off his face, and then slipped his finger into his mouth. I'd never tasted myself. There was some of my cum still on my fingers. I put them in my mouth. Musky, salty, not bad at all. Then, the memory of my roommate's cum in my mouth came back. I was surprised, I had liked it then, I just repressed the memory. The boy jumped into the pool. I had found what I was looking for in one of the boxes, and now, it seems, out the window too.
My emotions were wild. I had re-discovered that I liked sex with men. But I'd spied on a neighbor, violated their privacy and, in a way, cheated on Babs.
That night, as we lay in a sweaty heap after fucking for an hour, I confessed. I told Babs about my one-time with my college roommate and about masturbating watching the boy next door. After I was done, Babs just ran her fingers over my skin. I waited. We have a deep bond. I shared because it was the only thing to do. Her hand slid down and touched my very wet and tired cock.
"I had no idea you were so naughty. Peeking on boys masturbating? Some people would call that creepy stalking."
I tensed. I had to tell her but it was looking like this little fixation of mine was going to be a problem. Babs leaned over and began to lick my sweaty nipple. And then maybe it won't.
"I think it's fucking exciting. You were so good when Elizabeth came to visit. You said hello and then scooted off on your made-up book tour so my college roommate and I could renew the sexual relationship we had back then. I know you wanted to watch, and join in, but she being a married Congressperson made that a bit too risky. So, I'll say this Joe Reynolds, enjoy your boy. Oh, keep telling me what happens, because if seeing that teenager whack off keeps you horny like you were tonight, you can do anything you want."
I hugged my wife like we were never going to see each other again.
"You're a total pervert, Mrs. Reynolds."
Babs took my cock, still covered in her spend into her mouth, "That's why you married me. Remember, tell me everything, and if possible, I want to watch. But make sure he's old enough first."
Even with my wife's permission, I still felt guilty about peeking on what could be an under-age boy. I avoided the window for over a week. One night while Babs and I fucked, wild, boundless sex— the boys were still at college so we could make all the noise we wanted. As I slid my cock into my wife's lubed ass, I couldn't help but look at her firm smooth ass and back, and picture that boy under me. Babs, taunted me, "Is that what his ass looks like? No hair, hard and round. You want to fuck that boy's ass, Joe? I can't get my voice that low baby but fuck my ass like it's that boys." I admit it, it made me fuck her even harder and I came in a torrent. Babs yelled, "Fuck my ass, Mr. Reynolds. Fuck my hot teen ass." She groaned as I cried out in lust. My cock jetting deep in my wife's butt.
