Date: Sun, 25 May 2014 17:45:11 -0700 (PDT) From: - - Subject: Watching from Work 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 pornos. 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.