Neighbors help each other out. Anthony’s neighbor is a single mom with two
sons. He has been around as a male influence in their lives for a while.
He gave them a basic birds-and-bees where-babies-come-from talk when they
were little, so their mom didn’t have to. At the same time, she’s helped
out another neighbor, a single dad with daughters.
The oldest son was off at college, and the brothers weren’t very
close. Then came the day when their mom came to ask for some male advice.
“I found a dirty magazine under Zac’s bed,” she says. Anthony tells her
it’s no big deal and offers to take care of the situation.
Anthony sees Zac in the back yard and invites him over.
“Zac, your mom found something under your bed and was kind of freaking
out,” Anthony says, handing him back the magazine. Zac blushes and is
mortified, but he’s used to his friendly neighbor helping with guy stuff
like this.
Anthony tells him, “You don’t have to say anything about it to her. She
won’t bring it up. You don’t have to be embarrassed, and she’ll try not to
get too nosy in your room anymore.”
Then he tells the growing young man that if he needs a little privacy some
time, that he can come next door.
Zac watches the house sometimes, takes in the mail and waters plants, so
they have a spare key, and he knows the alarm code.
“I don’t want you on the computer, though,” Anthony instructs. Then he
shows his young neighbor a box by his bed with porn magazines. “I like
magazines instead of DVDs. They’re a little more portable.”
Zac is surprised but enthusiastic and thankful. Of course, the very next
day he takes advantage of the generous offer.
Anthony is at work in his office. He’s in a suit and tie. He’s bored. The
office is quiet. He gets a home-security alert and logs on to watch the
video feed.
He sees Zac at the open front door, entering the alarm code.
Anthony laughs to himself about this horny kid. He watches as Zac goes
straight back to the bedroom.
Anthony flips to the bedroom camera and wonders if Zac remembers that there
are cameras mounted in the corners.
Straight to the box and out on the bed, Zac sifts through. To Anthony’s
surprise, he doesn’t take a couple of them into the bathroom. He just
starts looking through them right there. A few minutes go by, and Zac kicks
off his shoes and gets comfortable on the bed.
“I guess I should’ve given more specific rules,” Anthony thinks.
Zac always wears shorts, bright blue or gold or bright red, sometimes a
grayish silver. Today, though, he’s wearing white shorts.
When he kneels on the bed to look through the box, Anthony notices how the
light fabric falls across Zac’s muscular butt. It’s not the first time he’s
noticed. Zac’s growing up and starting to look good now.
Anthony watches as Zac leans against a couple pillows, flipping through a
magazine and petting his cock through the shorts. White shorts show
everything.
Anthony clicks to make the video full screen. Then he wonders if he should
turn it off. He doesn’t want to. He’s bored as hell anyway, and this is a
good show.
As Zac’s dick stiffens and tents up his shorts, Anthony’s does as well. He
holds it. He feels the stiff, scratchy fabric of his suit pants. He can
feel the floppy skin of his cock underneath start to straighten and
fill. He squeezes and pulls it along the skin of his thigh. His tight boxer
briefs hug his legs. He’s on the edge of his seat, literally, leaning
forward at his desk.
With a folder covering his bulge, just in case, he stands up and closes his
office door. As he sits back down, he sees that Zac is looking through the
cabinet that had the box of porno’s.
Anthony is worried. He knows what else is in the room. He’s starting to
regret his decision to be so open.
Zac pulls out another box from under the bed. Nosiness must run in the
family. Anthony watches as Zac takes out a small stack of porno mags. These
magazines are just as dirty but a little different.
One is an old naturist magazine Anthony’s had for years; it’s actually
black and white. One is full of naked girls, but there’s also a lot of
naked guys plowing them; a lot of dicks. Then there’s three or four that
are just guys. Most are just posing for the camera, showing off what they
got, but there’s a good amount of kissing, sucking, fucking.
Anthony watches as Zac stares in amazement and flips through. A feeling of
embarrassment is quickly erased by the fact that Zac is obviously really
interested. He can’t keep his hand off his dick as he’s looking through
them.
Anthony is getting hot. His dick is straining against his pants. Zac takes
his shirt off and flops out a hard cock, and Anthony is engrossed, almost
drooling at his screen.
He looks out his little window at his coworkers, sitting, chatting, typing,
walking around. He looks back at young Zac stroking his impressive tool.
Anthony can’t take it anymore. He has to undo his pants, unzip, stretch out
the front of his underwear, and take out his dick. It curls up at the tip,
and he can see that so does Zac’s.
Anthony loves how his dick does that, and he loves seeing other guys with
the same kind. He loves the feel of it against his hand and how it stands
up. He loves the feel of the tip as it slides between his fingers. And what
he really loves is….
Wait, now Zac is looking back in that box. Anthony realizes what else is in
there. He can’t wait to see what’ll happen.
Zac pulls out Anthony’s fleshlight. It’s obvious that he’s never see
anything like it, or is it? Amazingly, he seems pretty comfortable with the
idea right away.
Maybe he’s seen one before somewhere. Anthony is starting to reconsider his
image of Zac.
One finger goes into the rubbery hole, while the other holds the long,
plastic shaft. Magazines are splayed out over the bed. Zac holds his dick
out and points his tip into the hole. He slides it down and opens his
mouth.
Anthony watches and knows that feeling. Zac sighs and grunts as the tight
lips stretch over his curling, bobbing dick. He slides it slowly down to
his balls and then back along the shaft, stretching and squeezing his young
cock.
Anthony wonders where that cock has been and what else Zac has
done. Anthony imagines the sex toy being replaced by his own wet mouth. He
remembers when Zac was younger, but we are all young once. Now’s the time
to be a man.
Zac goes back into Anthony’s pleasure chest and pulls out a tiny bottle of
lube and a floppy, flesh-colored dong. He greases up his cock, the dildo,
the fleshlight, and his fingers, which are now reached around behind him.
Anthony strokes and squeezes the tip of his penis in time with Zac’s
self-exploration. As Zac’s hole opens up and accepts the spongy dick toy,
Anthony’s hand mirror’s Zac’s ass.
With a slow squeeze each dick slides in. Anthony grips his hard cock and
imagines its Zac’s tight little butt. How he wants to touch it, slap it,
squeeze it, bite it.
Zac is fucking and being fucked, while Anthony stares at his own bedroom.
Knock, knock, knock!
Anthony’s door opens a crack. Anthony sits behind his desk with his dick
out. He lets go. He minimizes the screen. He looks up. It’s that hot kid
from the mail room.
“Hi, can you sign for this?”
Anthony is hot, flushed, probably sweating. With a smile and raised
eyebrows, he nods.
“Sure, no problem.”
Sliding in a bit closer to his desk and perhaps impolitely not getting up,
Anthony wonders why he didn’t lock the door, if it’s obvious, if this kid
might like it, maybe it could be a joke, he’s so hot, the feel of the
wooden desk-bottom against his dick feels weird but good, he’s so hot, it’s
so hot to be jerking off at the office, it’s so hot to get caught like
this, maybe this guy would give him a spanking as punishment, maybe Zac
deserves to get put over his knee and taught a lesson, this guy has a hot
ass, he’s probably hard up, it would be so hot if he liked it too, maybe
they could lock the door and watch it together, this guy is always so hot
every morning, couldn’t they all just get naked and fuck.
A quick signature, and it’s done. Three seconds.
“Sorry to interrupt. I’ll close the door.”
“Oh, no problem. Thanks.”
With the door closed again, Anthony brings up his screen again and sees Zac
still at it. He has a gallery of magazines splayed out in front of him on
the bed. He has the fleshlight shoved between the mattress and the box
spring. He’s kneeling in front of it. He’s only wearing socks, pulled up to
his shins. It sounds stupid, but it looks so hot if you could see it. Watch
young guys walk around with their socks up like that and imagine that’s all
they’re wearing.
Zac is gripping the bed with one arm, fucking and thrusting his naked body
against it, sliding his hard cock in and out. His other hand is fucking
himself with a nine-inch dildo, lubed and glistening for the camera. The
angle is perfect.
Anthony struggles to get his dick away and buttons his trousers. He hobbles
to the door and locks it. He pulls the mini-blinds shut, and takes comfort
that this behavior isn’t out of the ordinary for those with their own
office. It could be a personal call. If it’s something important, they can
come back. This is important. It’s top priority.
There’s Zac, young Zac. His body looks so lean and tight. His ass is so
hot. He fucks like he’s done it a million times.
Anthony’s so hard. His dick feels so good in his hand. He squeezes it. He
yanks it and stretches it. He holds his balls and feels the soft hair all
around.
Zac fucks harder and harder into the fleshlight and into his own
ass. Anthony wonders what’s going through Zac’s mind, what he thinks of his
neighbor now. He’s been a like a dad for years. There’s no going back now.
Does this thing record?
Anthony drops his pants to the ground and feels the fabric of his office
chair against his bare ass. He years to be there with Zac and feel each
other’s hands all over everywhere.
A drop of precum is wiped against his thigh. Zac leans down now, face into
the magazines, his butt going crazy as it fucks forward again and again
like a rabbit.
Anthony jerks faster, sliding his ring of fingers quickly along the line
before his long shaft reaches the bulb head. That line he’s seen in Zac’s
shorts before, that tell-tale no-underwear-today line, draped by silky
satin soccer shorts, that visible line under a wet bathing suit.
Zac looks down and pulls his body up. His dick slips out of the fleshlight
and slaps his stomach. He falls back onto the floor, still fucking his ass
with Anthony’s dildo.
Anthony knows this is it. He’s got one hand tight around his cock and a
finger from the other hand teasing and poking into his hole, leaning
against his tight muscle and hoisting his clenched balls.
They both squeeze their asses. They both arch their backs and tile their
chins up.
Zac releases and jizzes all over his skinny stomach and chest.
Anthony grabs a handkerchief and squirts into it, rubbing the head into the
wet puddle, holding in all his moans and groans.
They’re both sweaty. They both slow their breathing and enjoy that
sensation, that break in tension, that release, and that feeling that
pulses through your body and out your dick with each heartbeat and each
breath.
That night, Anthony and Zac had a little talk. They were good neighbors.
The End
