Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2019 21:28:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Michael Mcclelland Subject: The Neighbor part 1 When I was a teen, our house was a typical middle-income house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The houses stood rather close together. Between our house and the neighbor to one side, we were separated by our two parallel driveways that were only one car width each. There was a narrow hedge that ran between each driveway, but it was only about 6 feet tall. My bedroom was on the second floor of our house in the back, and my window faced a window of our neighbors. During the summer months, it seemed the temperature never went down with the sun. This was back in the days before central air conditioning, so everyone slept with the windows open. Some nights, I just couldn't fall asleep in the heat, so I would do what most teenaged boys did... I would masturbate until I was exhausted. When we first moved into our house, I would notice the light come on at the window next door. Sometimes, I could see that the room across from mine was the bedroom of my neighbors' son, Dave. Dave was the youngest son of the family. His siblings had all grown and left home. Dave was about 6 years older than I was, so he had already graduated from High School and had a job somewhere. Dave's parents were a bit older and I think that Dave stayed in their house to help them and take care of them. Dave was a beefy guy, but not very tall. He was about 5'9" with curly blond hair. He was also a bit of a stoner. Sometimes, I could smell pot wafting in the direction of our house. I desparately wanted to get high with him, but he was so much older that I never could get up the nerve to even say more than "hello". Usually, Dave kept the curtains to his bedroom closed tight. I could see his light come on at night, but that was it. I liked having the sunlight come into my room, so I kept my curtains wide open. The only time Dave would open his curtains and window was when he was smoking weed. One summer night, I was laying in bed unable to fall asleep. I was casually playing with my cock when I saw the light from Dave's window fill my room. It was easily after midnight. I figured Dave was home from work and about to catch a buzz. So, I sat up in my bed and could see across to Dave's window. The curtains were pulled back and the window was open. I could see movement in the room. Then I could see that it was Dave walking back and forth. He was starting to undress. His chest was covered with dark blond hair that formed a trail as it went down his stomach. He was still wearing jeans. He was sitting on his bed on the far side of his room and he was rolling a joint. His pecs bounced as he worked the cigarette paper. My bed was directly under my window. Sitting up, I leaned against the sill, transfixed by him. Dave stood up holding the unlit joint. He walked around a bit, but then returned to the center of the room and began to loosen his belt. His jeans fell to the floor. He hadn't been wearing underwear, so he stood there naked. His back was to me so I had a full view of his amazing ass. It was very muscular and round. When he shifted his weight, one cheek would flex and bounce. Then he turned and I could see his cock. It wasn't hard, and it wasn't big, but it sat on top of two low hanging balls. He juggled them in his hand to loosen them. I can only imagine how great they smelled after a hot day. As I watched from my room, Dave came towards the window. I sank down, afraid that he would see me. Then his face was suddenly illuminated by a BIC lighter. He lit the joint and took a long slow drag. The window sill went down just to the top of his cock, so all that I could see was the pale root of his dick as it grew down from a nest of dark blond fur. As Dave took hits from the joint, he began to fondle his cock. I was rock hard as I watched him run his hands over his naked chest and stomach in the hot summer air. Could he see me? I wasn't sure. I could smell the pot smoke. I imagined I could smell him. He was playing with his cock and balls, and I could see him stroking his meat. He turned back into the room and there was his glorious ass. Dave sat down on the bed and began to seriously jerk off. The distance across the driveways was small enough that I could hear Dave gently moaning as he stroked. I was stroking, too, but remained completely silent so he wouldn't know I was watching. He spit into his hand as it worked his cock. He had grown to a thick 6 inches, and I was mesmerized by how he played with his balls as he stroked. Every now and then, he reached up to pinch his nipples. His legs spread wide as he sat on the edge of his bed giving me a full view of his cock. He was getting close. He fell onto his back in front of me. His cock pointed straight up as he stroked it. His spread legs gave me a view of his balls... and just the top of his ass crack. I couldn't help it. My cum shot out onto the sheets of my bed and I muffled the moan that was coming from my throat. I don't know if Dave could hear me; he was lost in his own cock. I looked up just at the moment that a thick rope of cum erupted. Dave let out several throaty moans of pleasure as his cock released his load. Over the course of that summer... this scene would repeat often. Sometimes, I would even hold off cumming during the day in anticipation of joining Dave around midnight. I learned a lot about masturbation from watching him. I'll tell you about some of those eventful evenings next time.