Edison had a problem—a very big problem that tormented him near-daily and it all spawned from the boy next door. That problem was that his neighbor's window was directly across from his own and gave him a perfect view of his bed and his neighbor masturbated every day after school. Their houses sat close together, with only Edison's small gravel driveway between them, which meant he had no problem looking through the window. He could sit at his desk and see when Harvey got home and flopped onto his bed, instantly joined by his cat as he relaxed after a long day.
He saw everything that happened in that room. Today was no different. The little red car pulled into the Fletchers' driveway and shut off and out stepped Harvey. Despite being freshly eighteen, he was short, with big brown eyes and a thick head of brown curls. He was almost perfect. He bounced up the steps of his porch and disappeared inside.
Edison waited patiently until the bedroom door swung open. Instead of the usual sight of Harvey's cat jumping up onto his bed, though, he saw him carefully close the door, presumably to keep her from sneaking in, and drop his bag on the floor. He wasted no time shedding his oversized sweatshirt, which he tossed onto his bed. He provided his usual show, though he probably didn't know he had an audience.
The boy peeled off his shirt, then the flesh-colored binder he wore underneath it. As soon as the restrictive garment was removed, Edison was treated to the sight of his round, heavy breasts. He wanted so badly to touch Harvey's chest. He could just imagine taking each tit in his hands, squeezing and kneading the plush flesh. Lips wrapped around his flushed little nipples, teasing them until he was gasping for more. Just thinking about it made his dick rise in his shorts.
