Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2023 09:09:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Oastrel Subject: Eye of the Telescope 1 Eye of the Telescope - Part 1 by Oastrel I smiled as the phone rang. Mudge was at it again. I picked up and heard the familiar grunt. "What's shakin', bacon?" "You're so stupid, Mudge." "Wanna know who's doing it?" "Doing what?" "You know." It was true--I knew all too well. And I was starting to like it. Mudge and I had never paid much attention to each other growing up, despite attending all the same schools since childhood. We'd just floated in each other's orbits, exchanging our brief nods whenever we crossed paths in the hall between classes or saw each other around town. Then, for whatever reason, he started calling me. The first time I picked up, he was in the middle of a sentence, and I had to wait a moment until he paused to ask, "Who is this?" "Dude, don'tcha recognize my voice?" "Mudge?" "Yup." I frowned. "How'd you get my number?" "My mom had it written down on the fridge." "Right, she did the fundraiser thing with my mom." "Yeah, all those foofy-doofy little cupcakes." "So what's up, Mudge?" "Nothing. What's up with you?" "Oh, I just meant...why'd you call?" He immediately launched back into his rambling story. Some of what he was saying made perfect sense, and some of it contained references to arcane school gossip or stupid things our classmates had done a decade ago and I hadn't thought about since. As bizarre and amusing as it all was, by the time he'd gone on for forty-five minutes I was ready to be done. It was impossible to break in tactfully, and finally I lost patience and muttered, "You're so stupid, Mudge," and hung up. I was immediately ashamed of myself, and I figured that would be the end of it. However, a few days later the phone rang again and there he was, as if our previous conversation hadn't even ended. From then on, he called me all the time. Sometimes three or four or five days in a row. Sometimes only once or twice a week. Not always at the same time--sometimes in the evening, sometimes on weekend mornings, but usually in the mid-afternoon once we'd both gotten home from school. We chatted about everything under the sun, with Mudge doing most of the talking. Things started to change a few weeks ago. Mudge was going on about...I'd lost track, more focused on poking at a hangnail on my big toe with the toe next to it. All of a sudden, I heard him say, "The Hoffners' fence is down again." "What?" "It blew over in the storm last night." "How do you know?" I couldn't really imagine him riding around the neighborhood surveilling storm damage. Mudge was honestly a bit of a loner; nobody saw much of him outside of school. "I'm looking right at it." "Aren't you home? The Hoffners don't live anywhere near you." "I know," he said nonchalantly. "I can see it from here." "How?" "Remember when my uncle was in town?" "The one who's like a navy SEAL?" "Dude, he's a Night Stalker. That's army. Completely different. Navy SEALs--" "Forget it, just keep going." "OK, so he gave me this telescope. Late birthday present. It's crazy powerful. Plus, our house is sitting on just about the highest elevation in the county. My room's on the top floor. Windows on all sides." "Oh, right." I had passed by Mudge's place before, an old house perched high on a hill. "That's your bedroom up there? It looks like a wizard's tower or something." "Yeah, and with this scope I basically am a wizard. Got it mounted on a little tripod. I can see everything." "Like what?" I was a little curious now. "School, the library, town hall, the ball fields, the quarry..." "Dude, the quarry's miles away." "I know, it's sick. Perfect detail, too. Civilians probably aren't supposed to have this shit." "I won't tell the feds if you won't." Every telephone call after that, Mudge had told me all about what everyone was up to. Nothing amazing at first, mostly run-of-the-mill stuff. Who was day-drinking, who was graffitiing the post office, who was snooping in their neighbors' garbage cans. The fun really started one afternoon when he snickered and said, "Guess who's jackin' off." "Wait, you can see somebody--" "Chase Wheeler." "What? No way, he wouldn't need to jerk off; he hooks up with, like, the entire cheerleading squad." "Yeah, of course he does. No way he starts those rumors himself." "Huh," was all I could say in response. "He's got a pretty nice dick, too," Mudge said offhandedly. "Really?" I tried to sound as casual as he did. "Yeah, nice dick, nice body. He's got those abs and pecs really bulging. Covered in sweat. Probably just finished a big workout. His family has a gym in the basement." "Where is he now?" "In his bedroom, sitting on the bed. He's only wearing boxers, but he's got `em pulled down to his ankles, so he's basically naked. He's probably gonna cum soon." "How can you tell?" "Cheeks gettin' redder. Eyes closed. Fist is really flying on that dick now. And...yep, there he goes. One, two, three, four, five, six...seven...eight...nine big fuckin' ropes all over his chest. Damn, what a sight." "Yeah." "Man, that was intense. You hard?" "What? No." I was lying. Listening to his blow-by-blow description had given me a raging erection. "Are...are you?" "Fuck yeah, dude. Hey, I gotta go." Mudge was never one for long goodbyes. We hung up, and I stared out my own window for a long time, trying to picture Chase Wheeler on his bed. It took a long time for my hardon to go down. From then on, the tenor of our phone calls changed. Slowly but surely, he steered the conversation toward whomever he could see masturbating. Stoner Liam Ellison in his basement, science nerd Andy Page in the bathroom, debate captain Scott Marling in the family living room when no one else was home. I was getting to know the student body of Winfield High more intimately than I'd ever imagined possible. Mudge's descriptions were so vivid, it was like I was there in his room, hunched over his shoulder and jockeying for a turn to peer through the scope. Each time after he'd finished narrating, he asked me if I'd gotten hard. The first few times I denied it, but finally one day he said, "Come on, dude, you can tell me. You liked hearin' about that, didn't ya?" He had just finished describing how this skinny little freshman Zach Burton had jerked himself off standing up in the laundry room, pants around his ankles, legs buckling as he leaned back against a stack of fluffy white towels. "I bet I got ya hard that time, didn't I?" "Yeah, Mudge. You did." "I knew it. That's good, buddy, that's real good. I I like knowing you're enjoyin' the experience." "What, you're like my...horny peeping concierge?" "Hey man, I'm whatever you want me to be," Mudge said slowly and dramatically, and I couldn't figure out how serious he was. "What about you? Did you get..." "Course, man! I'm hard as a nail. Bet it's nothing compared to your big dick, though." I blushed. "Shut up, dude. You're so weird." "You know you love it," he shot back. "What are you gonna do now?" "Gonna go have some private time, of course." "You mean..." "I have a little problem goin' on down here that I've gotta take care of. Don't you?" "I...maybe." "Good, good. Enjoy, dude." And with that, he hung up. My hand drifted toward my dick and slowly started tugging it up and down. If Mudge was going to give himself a little treat, I figured, then so would I. This became our routine--he'd call me and describe the object of his latest little spy game in vivid detail, and then we'd hang up and go take care of ourselves. I had to admit, I was really starting to enjoy our weird little adventures with Mudge's telescope. So this time, when he called just after sundown and asked me, "Wanna know who's doing it?" I knew exactly what he meant. "Who you got tonight?" I asked, trying not to sound overly eager. "Oh man, this is sweet," he replied. "It's a twofer." "What?" "A two-for-one." "I know what the word `twofer' means, dipshit." "Oh." "What's happening?" "Sleepover," he said tersely. "Haha, nice. Who is it?" "Aidan Bright and Cole Macallan." "Wait, who?" I was confused--up until now, everyone Mudge spied on had been one of our classmates at Winfield, but I didn't recognize these two names. "You know, Aidan? Dylan's brother?" Dylan Bright was in my English class. "And Cole's father's Dr. Macallan." Of course--Dr. Macallan had been the local pediatrician for years. "Wait, so Dylan's brother and Dr. Macallan's son? They're not...where do they..." "Yeah, they go to Hazelbrook." "Hazelbrook..." I paused. "The middle school?" "Yup." "How old are they?" "No idea. Thirteen? Twelve? Sexy little fuckers, though." "Well, that's a little..." "What's the problem?" "I dunno, it's just..." "Whatever, man." Mudge sounded slightly annoyed. "Thought you'd like hearin' about it." "Well, isn't it kind of weird to be looking at--" "Not for me. Is it weird for you?" "I don't know. I..." "Look, I'm not gonna tell anyone. Come on, bro, this is our thing. Let's have fun, same as always." "Maybe." I wasn't sure. "Let me do this for you. I wanna make you hard. Please?" I had to admit, there was something almost sweet about the way he was entreating me. "OK, I guess you can tell me a little." "Aw, great, dude! That's great. You're gonna love this." "So what do these two..." "Cole and Aidan." "Yeah, what do they look like?" "Aidan's got kinda medium-long blonde hair with bangs. Looks like a little skater or a surfer or something, I dunno. Cole? Oh man, is he cute--curly brown hair, and these big dark eyes. Then again, Aidan's not so bad either. He's like his big bro Dylan, but better-looking. He's got that beautiful little mouth with the big, full lips. Kinda kissable, haha." I decided not to question that last remark--at least not yet. "What are they doing?" "Just sitting on the edge of Aidan's bed. When I first spotted `em they were in their pajamas. Aidan had on this fancy matching set of PJs with buttons and a collar, like something you get for Christmas, and Cole just had shorts and an undershirt, like what you throw in a bag when you're rushing off to sleep at your friend's house. Anyway, they must have decided to fool around `cause they started getting undressed, and that's when I called you." "What did they take off?" "First their tops. Aidan's a skinny little guy, but Cole has a bit of a six-pack goin' on. Anyway, then they shucked their pants down to their ankles. Looks like Aidan wears boxers--white with little pink hearts on `em. Funny, Dylan's are red with white hearts. Their mom buys `em." "Their mom buys...how would you know that?" "Saw Dylan changing after gym once and asked him." "Oh my god, Mudge, why would you ask him that?" I couldn't help but briefly picture this interchange in the locker room as he ignored me and went on. "Cole, on the other hand, has these sexy little briefs. Black. Or maybe like a navy blue, I can't really tell from here." "OK, so what did they do next?" "Well, so far they've just been playing with themselves inside their underwear. Looks like they're having a little side-by-side jerk-off session. They keep looking at each other like they wanna do more. Probably won't, though." "Why not?" "They're scared. It's hard to take that next step, even if what you want is sitting right there in front of--oh, wait. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Now we've got some action!" "What's happening?" "Cole reached out and grabbed Aidan's bulge. Heheh, looks like that's all the encouragement Aidan needed, cause he grabbed Cole right back." "Wow, they must really be into each other." "Guess so, bro. Easy to see why. They're pullin' their underwear down now. Man, they've actually got some nice dicks for a couple of little squirts." "Really?" "Yeah. Cole's is pretty thick. Aidan's is a little thinner, but he's got a big mushroom head. Man, they're really going at it." I couldn't believe how hot it was just hearing about the two boys playing with each other. "Hey, Mudge?" "Yeah, what's up?" "You've got me really hard." "Fuck, me too, buddy. I'm so boned up it's almost painful. I don't think I can wait any longer--I'm gonna have to whip it out." "What, right now?" "Yeah, I can't stand it any longer. Looking at those pretty boys going at it? With my thing trapped in my boxers? It's drivin' me crazy. You should pull yours out too." "You really want me to?" "Sure, why not?" "Well, we're still on the phone." "So? I'm doin' it. Wouldn't be fair if it's just me." "I...OK." "Sweet. I'm just gonna pop it right out through the fly. Oh, fuuuck!" he hissed. "That's so much better, getting it out in the open. Feels amazing." "Yeah, I bet." "OK, your turn, dude. Pro'bly take you a lot longer, with all that dick you're packin'." "Haha, asshole. Very funny." "Seriously, man! I bet you're gonna have to yank your pants all the way down to get that big thang out." "Shut up." I didn't want to let him know, but I was grinning at his compliments. Even though I pretended he was kidding, I knew deep down he was being totally serious. It did something to my insides, when he talked about me that way. I pulled my T-shirt off and tossed it on the floor. Then, I lowered my pants and my hard-on sprang out into the open. "OK, man, I've got it out." "Nice, dude. God, I'm so turned on, mine's sticking straight up like a goddamn antenna. Too bad it's not longer, or I'd be pickin' up radio waves. What about yours?" "Yeah, mine's pointing straight up too." "Haha, bet it's hard as a rock." "Totally." "If you lay down in a bathtub right now, with that big pole just shoved up out of the water, it'd look like the periscope on a giant submarine." "What?" "No, I mean it, that would be hot. Sailors would use it to navigate safely home and hump their buddies on shore leave." "Mudge, what the hell? That's so random." I rolled my eyes, but I was still smiling. "Feelin' better now that you've freed the beast?" "Yeah, it feels great." "Good, good. Get some air on that thang. Wouldn't want ya to be uncomfortable." "OK, back to Aidan and Cole. What are they up to?" "They're jerkin' each other now." "Bet they love it." "Sure do." Mudge replied. "They're really going to town on each other. Started out slow, but they're gettin' faster and faster." "Haha, that must feel amazing for both of them, getting their dicks taken care of like that." "Yeah, you...bet." "And by a good friend." "That's makin' it...even better." Something about Mudge's voice was odd. His breathing had gotten heavier and a little choppy. "Mudge?" "Yeah, buddy?" "Why do you sound weird?" "What do you mean?" "You sound like...are you jerking off right now?" "...would you be mad if I was?" "I thought you were just taking your dick out to get comfortable." "I was. But now, having it bouncin' around between my legs while I'm looking at these two...my hand couldn't even help it; it just grabbed on by itself and started going to town." "So I'm just gonna be the only one jerking off when we get off the phone?" "Oh yeah, I didn't think of that." Mudge sounded a little downcast. "I'll take it slow and wait until we hang up before I finish." "Yeah, right." "What do you mean? I can totally do it!" "No way, you're gonna lose it and blow your wad long before then." "Haha, you're right, bro. I probably won't be able to keep this up for long. Got no restraint over here." "OK, so stop touching yourself until we're off the phone!" "No way, bro. Once I've started, I can't just stop. You're the one with the self-control." "Then what do we do?" Mudge was silent for a minute, and I could hear his little grunts as he whacked himself off. Then, he suddenly said, "Hey, I know! Why don't you jerk with me?" "Right now, while we're still on the phone?" "Sure! It's only fair." "OK, I guess...if there's no way you can wait for me." I took hold of my aching erection and began to slide my fingers up and down the shaft. It felt incredible, way better than doing it by myself after we'd hung up. "Are you doin' it?" "Yeah, Mudge, I'm...I'm doing it." "Holy shit, bro, you are. I can hear it in your voice." "Yeah." "How's it feel?" "Really, really nice." "That's great, dude. I want you to have a good time. Go ahead and lose yourself in the feelings." "Is...is that what you're doing?" "Fuck yeah," Mudge murmured, "little tingly waves are rippling down...my dick and washing over my...skin. Are you getting that?" "Yeah." "Good, buddy, glad we're feeling the same thing. It's important to share experiences with a friend." It was intoxicating, listening to Mudge talk like this. Still, curiosity nibbled at the edges of my consciousness. "What's happening with the boys?" "They're still workin' on each other. They're leaning in...real close now, gettin' all sweaty and red in the face. Panting, looks like. Man, are they enjoying themselves. Eyes closed. Foreheads are just...about touching. If they leaned in just a little bit farther they'd be kissing. Oh, shit!" "What? What?" "They kissed!" "Wow, really?" "Yeah, just for a split second at first. Aidan leaned in a little and brushed his lips across Cole's and then he pulled back, like maybe it was an accident, but then Cole reached up and put his hand on the back of Aidan's neck and pulled him in and now they're kissin' and it's so goddamn hot." "Mudge?" "Yeah?" "I think I'm getting...close, you know?" "Oh, fuck. Nice, buddy! Me too, to be honest. Watching these beautiful, horny little bastards has gotten me so hot I could blow my wad any time now." "You sure you wanna do that?" "Course, man, why wouldn't I wanna do that?" "No, I mean on the phone. Together." "Oh yeah, and listen to each other while we blast off?" "Yeah, wouldn't that be..." "...a little weird?" Mudge finished my thought. "I guess so. But...I dunno, maybe it'd be weird in a hot way. Or hot in a weird way?" "What do you mean?" "Like, listening to another guy losin' it and shooting a big load? At the same time as you? Knowing he's cummin' to the same thing you are? That's gotta be hotter than just goin' solo, know what I mean?" "OK, wow, yeah. I guess you're right." I couldn't believe it, but Mudge had talked me into it. I was even a little excited, knowing I was going to hear him having an orgasm while I did. "OK, tell me what they're doing." "They just climbed up on the bed, kneeling face to face. They're goin' at it, dude. Just fully makin' out now. Can't get...enough of each other. Like they've j-just been through the desert and this is their f-first drink of water in days." Mudge's voice was hoarse now, his breathing ragged. "Their hands...are a blur on each-ch other's dicks. Just p-pumpin' each other for all they're worth." "Amazing," I said, pounding away at my own erection. "Do you think they're gonna..." "Must be...don't see how they can hold out for...oh, shit! There they go!" "Tell me, man!" "Cole and Aidan...are just b-blastin' each other with cum, dude. Letting it go all over themselves. Hips twitchin' like they're gonna fall...fall over...just fucking slathering each other's smooth little bellies. This is too much...I'm fuckin' gonna...oh my god, dude..." "Me too, man..." "You too, bro?" "Mudge, I'm coming..." "Shit, I'm going over the edge. Oh god, I'm...unh! Fuck! Hrgh! God!" I couldn't help it--as I listened to Mudge's furious growls, I sprayed a huge load all over my chest. "Are...are you...cumming too, buddy? Are you cummin' right now?" he panted. "Yeah, Mudge...I'm...shooting my...load," I gasped out between waves of pleasure. "Oh, fuck yeah, bro. That's so hot." He paused a moment until my breathing returned to normal. "Probably got it all over yourself, huh?" "Yeah, man. What about you?" "I just gave the wall under my window a fresh coat of paint." "Gross." Mudge chuckled. "I know. Gotta go, pal." He hung up the phone, and I did too. I grabbed a few tissues, wiped myself off, and flopped back on the bed. The room felt like it was spinning. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, chewing it over in my mind--this little stash of secret knowledge, thrilling and forbidden, all gleaned through the eye of Mudge's crazy telescope. Somewhere out there in the night, Aidan and Cole were probably wiping their stomachs, or wiping each other's stomachs, or lying there making out some more, or doing god knows what else. Somewhere else, Mudge was getting ready for bed. And as for me? I wanted more. TO BE CONTINUED... ============================== If you enjoyed this story, please check out my other works published on Nifty! 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