Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2017 15:04:03 +0100 From: Cliffy B Subject: Desperate Times 5 Please consider donating and helping the site keep bringing you free, top quality stories. Donate at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html All events are fiction. All characters are a figment of imagination. Desperate Times 5 Peering over the fence I'm treated to the repeat performance I've been trying to see all week. I admit; after today looking in your neighbours window, watching him wank, isn't as exciting as it was the first time. However, seeing a hunk like Steve whacking off in front of me is still getting me excited. Even after shooting two loads, my cock starts to chub up a bit. Quickly going into my bag I get out my phone. Ignoring several Whatsapp messages I put the camera on and start recording. The show's the same as the before; Steve furiously masturbating his cock, the speed of his hand making it difficult to determine his actual size, but I am certain I'm bigger. Having a bigger cock than a muscle bound, gym rat makes me feel good. The vid on my phone shows 6:37 as Steve starts to cum. Again only a few drops dribbling down his hand, falling into the toilet bowl. Nothing like Lee's stream. Before the final drip leaves Steve's hand he moves it to his mouth and eats what's left of his load. I have no control of my jaw as it hangs open, letting out a small gasp. My cock shoots straight up hard, a little painfully after the exercise it's already gotten. Shit, I've never thought about eating my own load. Thinking about someone else eating my load, sure, but not eating it myself. I wonder what it tastes like. Steve's movement toward the shower wakes me from my weary daydream. Stopping the vid I pick my bag up and head inside. The house is dark and quiet. Removing my shoes at the door I quietly creep through the kitchen to the utility room. Depositing my soiled gear I make my way to my room. The thoughts of Steve eating his cum in my head. The thoughts of Lee's dick spewing a river in my head. The thoughts of cumming in front of Bobby on the bus in my head. Shit! Bobby! With all that's happened I completely forgot about Bobby! Maybe the Whatsapp messages are from him? Fuck I hope so. Closing my door I open my messages. Bobby must have accepted his own friend request on my phone because all I have is a collection of images. Most from this afternoon, starting off innocently enough; selfies of his cute face. Through fake, bored, smiles his dimples are still obvious. After a few innocent pics the take a more interesting turn. A Shot of his crotch, an obvious bulge displayed as his left hand holds down the material of his shorts. My cock starts to stir again, only recently going down from the efforts of sneaking around the house. The next picture looks exactly the same, and the next, it isn't till the fourth crotch shot I notice; The leg of his shorts is slowly making its way closer to the head of his erect cock. I assume erect. The dick looks pretty hard and long in the picture. With clothes on it's hard to tell the length, but looks decent enough. My cock now rock hard, I strip out of the last of my clothes and flop, naked, on my bed. Five more pictures of Bobby's shorts slowly creeping up his leg, till the last one, I swear you can almost see the very tip. This one has a message. `like wat u see?' My right hand slowly massages my cock as I just stare at the pic. Re-reading it over and over. What does this mean? Does he want to hook up? Is he trying to out me? The last pic is of Bobby on the bus, the left side of Mick's sleeping face just in frame, the words `wish I was sitting next to you' along the bottom. He's probably in bed by now but I best send him a message. `Fuck dude gave me another boner!' A bit forward, but I'm tired, still horny and he did give me another boner. After a couple of minutes he's still not seen the message. Guess I'm right; he's asleep. Lazily wanking my cock I wonder if I should do the same, but the need in my balls told me to keep going. Best just make this a quicky. Looking back at Bobby's bored face I close Whatsapp and open my files. Going to my camera files I load up the most recent vid, the one of Steve jerking it. Now on video I'm able to take more of him in, not just staring at his cock being worked over. He's a handsome man, even if his head is a little small for his body. His hair is short, but not too short, his stubble is always well groomed. His muscles are more body builder than lean. No six pack but his pecks are huge and stomach flat. Doesn't look to miss leg day either. Admiring his muscles I notice Steve move his head, is he looking at the camera? He is! Fuck! Steve was watching me film him! Shit! How did I not notice? Fuck! Oh fuck I am in so much fucking trouble! Why did he continue? In fact he only looks away to shoot his load ... Did Steve like being spied on? Am I going to get him at the door tomorrow, pissed off? Fuck! Why was I so careless! Why couldn't I just let the man wank in peace? Did he see me on Monday? Is that why he's not been back? Didn't want the pervy fag next door peeping in on him? Probably thought he was safe with me at the tournament. Fuck! But if he found it so bad why wouldn't he have pulled the blind? If not when he noticed me then surely he'd make sure they were down from the beginning? Maybe he does like it. Starting the vid again I forward to when he looks at me. Fuck he's smirking. It's slight but he is definitely enjoying the pervy fag kid next door peeping on him! Fuck, he's a body builder, fucking lives for people admiring his body. Course he's into people perving him. In all the panic my cock's deflated. Best follow his lead. Getting into bed I'm falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. The sound of parents moving around downstairs wakes me the next morning. Getting out of bed I check my phone. 10:09. No reply from Bobby. Putting on a t-shirt and shorts I go down stairs. "Hey sweety, didn't hear you come in last night." My mum's making a flask of coffee while my Dad makes the sandwiches. "Yeah, didn't get back till late. Lee gave me a lift though, so not too bad." I sit down at the table, still bleary eyed. "Well, how'd the tournament go Tim?" With all the sexy going ons I'd forgotten about the tournament. Dad's question brought back the disappointment. "Lost in the last 16. Posh school up north. Fouled me for the winner." "Aw, that's terrible sweetie. Didn't the referee see?" Mum's the supportive type. If they hadn't had work both would have been up there supporting me. I love them but thank fuck they had work. Total embarrassment. "Probably." "Ah, you'll get them next time Tim." Apparently dad's forgotten it's my last year in school. I'm too tired to correct him. "Where you going today?" Saturdays were the parents `adventure' days. They usually just go off exploring the towns, city and country side of the county. Being eighteen means I get to stay home. Don't get a lie in though. "Going for a hike on the moors. Lovely day outside, so don't spend it all day on that computer." Always pearls of wisdom from dad. "Yeah, no worries. Remember to take the sat phone." Mobile reception is hard to find on the moors. Half hour later the parents are packed and gone. Going back to my room I check my phone again. Bobby has woken up. `nice.' `what did lee want?' `Just making sure I wasn't down about the loss' `aw such a nice captain :p' `lol' `Not as exciting as sitting next to you ;)' Am I starting to flirt? `well apparently you needed to shoot another load :p' `Maybe. Looked like you needed to shoot a load yourself :P' The flirting is starting to have an affect on my cock. `still do' The message was shortly followed by a picture of a sheet with a tent in the middle. For a guy I previously thought was quiet, shy and reserved, Bobby sure likes to send pics of the outline of his dick. `Maybe I should come round and help you with that ;)' `bring it on needs a nice pair of lips rappd round it.' Fuck. That escalated quickly. My finger hovers above the touch keyboard. Should I? `Give me the address :P' Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Why did I do that? Maybe because I'm thirsty for the D? But I shouldn't have said that. What if this is a trick? What if he's joking? My phone bleeped me out of my thoughts. Bobby's address was in front of me. Not far, maybe 10 minutes on foot. `Be about 10 mins that cool?' `yeah doors unlocked no ones home' I haven't showered, probably smell of sweat and cum. Hair looks a mess. I put a cap on, pair of old trainers, grab wallet, keys, phone and head out the door. What am I doing? I've spent so much of my teenage life hiding my sexuality. Distancing myself from people, scared if they get too close I wouldn't be able to hide my true self. Scared they'll out me. Scared I'd spend my teenage years bullied, hated, alone. Sure I haven't got any close friends, never get invited to the parties, or big events. But at least I have people to eat lunch with, sit in class with and able to play on the football team. What am I doing? The obvious answer was pointing slightly out in front of me: my cock needed a close friend. And what if it is a joke? We've only got a few more weeks of school left. After that I'll be off to uni, free of these people, ready to start over again. Fuck, it's about time I took a fucking chance! Deep in my thoughts I'm pretty much power walking my way through the streets. Being before noon it's pretty quiet, a few cars pass me by, the occasional dog walker. If any noticed the outline of my dick no one was making anything about it. A bit of me feels a bit let down; is my cock not big enough to notice? I'm not even wearing boxers. Checking my phone one last time, checking I've got the right address. I look up at the house which should be Bobby's. Normal suburban house. A bit smallish. Blue door. Can I do this? A twitch from my cock tells me I can. Walking up the three steps I push gently on his door. It swings open, unlocked like Bobby said it would be. Should I call out? I should call out. "Hey Bobby, it's Tim." The door opens to the sitting room, a flight of stairs on the right. "Come on up, first door on your left." Taking the steps one at a time I cautiously make my way up. My hearts beating a thousand times a second. My throats dry. Hands are sweaty. Mums spaghetti. Don't even like Eminem. Getting to the top there's only one door open. I walk to the door frame. Bobby's room's small. The single bed is against the right wall, just in front of the window, but there's just enough room for a desk and a few shelves on the left. He must get out the bottom of his bed. Laying in the single bed, under a thin sheet was Bobby. Propped up on pillows, hands behind his head, the sheet only comes up to his waste. I get my first look at Bobby's naked body. He's a thin guy, but there is some definition in his pecs and the light traces of abs. Still standing proud, putting a tent in the sheets is his hard cock. "Happy to see me?" Bobby has a confident smirk. I'm slightly trembling. Don't know what to say. "Yeah, you too?" I try for a smile. Probably looks nervous and creepy. Bobby smiles wider. "Keep thinking about what you did yesterday. Was like this all the way home. Been like it since I woke up. Especially when I read your message. Almost thought you'd forgotten about me, moved on to Lee." I'm just standing in his door way, probably have a dumb look on my face, my eyes looking between Bobby's face and tented sheet. "Naw, couldn't forget about you." Oh god, I need to shut up. I am making a complete ass of myself. Thankfully Bobby laughs. "Well, as I see it, this is your fault." He gestures to his cock with a nod. The lines cheesy as fuck but said by a hot, naked dude, it turns me on. My feet feel heavy as I make the 2 steps to the edge of the bed, I lift my right leg, putting my knee on the bed. "Ah, sorry dude." Fuck! I've miss judged the situation. This was all a joke. I've outed myself! "You can only come on this bed if you're naked."A genuine smile beams across my face. Standing up straight I remove my shirt, quickly followed by my shorts. Toe off my shoes. My cap stays on. I leave my clothes in the door way. "No underwear. I like." I just smile at Bobby as I climb back on his bed. Between Bobby's spread legs I reach for the sheet. I Look up. One last check to see if this is all a joke. Bobby's face is serious, his eye's almost pleading with me. I take hold of the sheet and slide it down over his bushy pubes, over his throbbing hard cock. I let the sheet fall below his balls, finally able to take in the site of his cock. Just under 7" his foreskin's pulled back over the head, the pink a sharp contrast to the dark skin of his cock. The shaft curved slightly towards his body. His balls already close to his taint. For the first time in my life I reach out to take hold of another guys cock. Wrapping my hand around Bobby's shaft the skin is silky smooth, the shaft underneath solid, powerful. I give it a few strokes, feeling the skin move with my hand. Bobby brings his arms down, his right hand resting on my left hand holding me up. His head lulling back on the window sill behind him. I keep stroking, slowly, staring at the pink, beautiful cock head. Fuck it. Holding Bobby's cock towards my face with my right hand I lean my head down. Lips almost touching, I stick out my tongue and lick along the sensitive underside, the area where the foreskin attaches to the head. Bobby's hand grabs tightly on my left as a small gasp escapes him. Being early in the morning I'm going to guess Bobby hasn't showered yet. He has a musky smell to his crotch. Nothing bad. Just ... male. The taste on my tongue was slightly tangy, slightly salty. In the back of my mind I feel this should disgust me, but was quickly silenced by the part that demanded more. Licking behind the head again I move Bobby's cock so I can lick all around his sensitive spots. Bobby gasps once more, his right hand now holding on to my left. My tongue was treated to more of Bobby's taste. Coming up briefly to wipe some spit off my chin I take my chance. Not giving myself time to think, to question, I dive straight down on Bobby's cock. My lips caress down his head, over his foreskin, down his shaft, the curve of his cock causing his head to rub along the roof of my mouth until it hit my throat. I give a slight gag as Bobby gives a long moan. "Fuck yes, Tim. Fucking suck my cock. So good." His head still back, Bobby has yet to watch the action. Inexperienced I'm only able to take about 5 inches of his juicy cock. But I'm going to treat those 5 inches as best as I can. Sucking, licking and bobbing on his cock. I'm pretty sure I scrapped my teeth a few times. Either Bobby didn't notice or was happy to ignore it. At first the taste was strong, but now mixed with my saliva the taste has lessened some. Occasionally when my tongue dips in his foreskin I get a bit more of the tangy taste. What hasn't gone is the masculine smell of sweat and pre-cum being given off by Bobby's crotch and pubes. It's driving me wild, desperate to make him cum. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh." Bobby's left hand's now a top my cap, not forcing me down, just resting there. It feels good. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh." Bobby's hips start to make small fucking motions in my mouth. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh." Bobby's obviously close to cumming. Should I swallow his load? Part of me really wants to but there's a part, even now, even with a cock in my mouth, even when I'm naked with another guy, ready to make him cum, the closet was still calling. If I take his load that'll be too gay. Too gay. Fucks sake. Letting Bobby have a few more thrusts into my mouth before coming up, my right hand uses my spit to furiously wank his cock. Finally seeing more than Bobby's crotch I look up to see Bobby staring back at me, his mouth a gap his eyes wide. "Yeah Tim, yes, going to fucking shoot, fucking make me cum!" Where did this confident, sexy talking guy come from? I don't reply, just keep wanking his delicious cock. Wiping more spit from my chin I think about licking his balls, but I don't want to miss Bobby cumming. "Yes, fucking yes!" With a last shout, eyes screwed shut, Bobby throws his head back, thrusts his cock further into my hand as a thick, powerful shot erupts from Bobby's dick. Arching up the cum splatters between his pecs, making a thick gooey mess. "Oooooooooooooooh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Two more shots hit his belly button. The rest of his load, cover my hand as I keep wanking. Bobby's body relaxes as I stop wanking. My hand now covered in his cum doesn't move. Bobby's eye's closed, his chest heaving is an amazing sight. Fuck, I need to cum! For the last, like, 10 minutes my whole worlds been about Bobby's dick, I've not even thought about my own. Looking down to my raging cock a considerable amount of pre-cum is connecting me to Bobby's bed. Straightening up I grab my cock. Soaked in my own pre-cum. This wont take long. I can already start to feel a tingle from my balls. Furiously pumping my dick to the sight of a cum covered Bobby, dick slowly softening, his soft eyes staring up into mine, was this really happening? "Yeah, Tim, shoot your load. Try and hit my face." Bobby's smirk was too much. My balls pulled tight, my toes curly, I stare into Bobby's eyes as I felt the first shot burst out my dick. First shot just goes past Bobby's own on his chest, the second surprises me by shooting clear over Bobby's head. The next 4 just splatter his stomach and chest. "You missed." My laboured breaths turned into a short laughter. Fuck that was amazing!