THE TEASE -- It was a warm evening; not a breath of air moved. Crickets chirped, a t.v. somewhere sliced the silence as so much sandwich meat (but no matter). It didn't bother me. My mind was on other things as I sat in the darkened room staring out the open window. A solitary car passed down the street caught momentarily under a street lamp only to reappear under the next. A door opened somewhere. Muffled voices coupled with laughter could be heard. I knew the voices, but could not hear what was said. I really didn't care. Woman's talk! I could tell that it was mom and the lady from next door. They must have been in our kitchen, talking, while mom picked up after dinner. I had gone to my room to do homework -- but I had already finished it at school. This way, however, I could be alone. Think. Dream! "I do wish Randy wouldn't tease him so." Randy lived next door. Although he was in college, he lived at home. "Oh, I wouldn't be too concerned about that," I heard my mom say. "They'll get along fine when they are a little older. Its just that awful difference a few years can make at that age." Randy was four year's older that I; He was a good athlete (got a letter last year in swimming); He was a hero to me. I guess I bugged him too much, but I liked being around him. He was nice to me -- at least most of the time he was. "Oh, I do hope you're right." "Of course I am. How could it be any other way. We're such good friends," mom laughed. The door closed. Footsteps, then a shaft of light stabbed the darkness as the porch light next door flashed on. The light went out again. Only the tv remained to break the natural quiet of the evening. How long I sat there I really don't know. Not too long, I guess. The night was suddenly interrupted by the warm glow coming from the open double windows on the second floor next door. I sat quietly, anticipating. That was Randy's room. I liked being around him -- I watched him a lot. I could see almost all of the room through the wide windows; the bed the far wall with the full length mirror on it (Randy often stood in front of it lifting his weights). The adjoining wall, closet door. I could not see the door that led into the hallway of their house, however. There was no way that I could have known that he had locked it closed. There he was. He stood in front of the large mirror, placed his two hands on his thighs and slowly ran them up the tight levis, across his taut stomach and up to his tee shirt covered pecs. His thumbs rubbed the two nipples that could be plainly seen through the cloth. He flopped down backwards on the bed, still fingering his tits for a moment. The he slipped his hand down to the Levis again, and started feeling himself up. As I sat there watching, my own hand dropped to my crotch. My cock was already getting hard! I watched him, as he made the bulge grow. I could clearly see the long shaft as it grew stiff; the round cockhead as it strained against the tight fabric. My own hand was filled with a swollen prick. As I watched him, I slowly began moving my hand towards the base, stretching the head far out in front of me. Randy had unbuttoned his Levis, and with one hand reached in. I almost moaned out loud as I watched his fingers close around his hardening prick underneath the straining fabric. My own cock lurched and grew even stiffer in my hand as I watched. Now he had it free. What a sight. He lay there, feet off the bed towards the mirror, his hot rod in one hand, the other playing with one of his cloth covered nipples. I cupped my free hand under my balls. He reached inside of his Levis again, and this time pulled out his ball sac, which he pulled downwards, making that beautiful cockhead stand straight up in the air. I could see its reflection in the mirror. It was a double feature. And that added attraction in my hand quivered. I could see him struggle with the tight Levis. First one leg was free, and then the other -- all the time lying on his back with his meat waving in the air. What happened next I was not prepared for -- I had known that Randy was a gymnast as well as a swimmer. But I had no idea how good he was! Back on the bed, arms spread, feet together, he slowly raised them. Up, up, over his head -- and then down until the tips of his toes touched the bed again. What was really thrilling, however, was that the tip of his cockhead had aimed for his parted lips, and the very tip of it had now touched his darting tongue, as he reached out to lick the swollen knob. The throbbing in my hand was intense. I massaged my balls feeling the gathering storm. Randy, with one hand was pinching a still cloth covered nipple between his fingers; and with the other he was slowly, oh so slowly jacking himself off as he licked his own cockhead -- at first just the slit at the end, and then around the rim of the head. Precum formed on mine, lubricating my hand as it manipulated an excited shaft of its own. His hand began to move faster and faster up and down the long shaft. Now his lips were passing over the entire head. He was sucking himself off! I pumped madly. I could only imagine. The juices in his balls must be getting ready to shoot the length of that lovely rod in his hand. I could feel the come start to work up my own cock as I watched. His motions became more intense. His head strained forward to take as much of that gorgeous mancock as possible. I was going to explode. He was going to explode. His whole body shook as the fist holding the giant rod gave one convulsive pump. I was shooting all over the place -- over and over. He gradually raised his hips away from his head. The long cock, still stiff, pointed its knob at the lips it has just left. The ballsac hung against the base; I still grasped my own rigid tool, pumping it and not caring that it had long since run dry. He hung motionless as I breathlessly watched. And then, an elongated droplet of juice gently descended from the tip of his cock to the parted lips below. I could feel my own cock quiver in my untiring hand. I was going to come again! As I watched, he exploded a second time into his open mouth. Spurt after spurt of white juice poured forth and into the waiting cavern. My own come shot out the slit at the end of my cock like hot sparks. Each eruption felt better than the last. Randy was now lying flat on the bed, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. I sat there watching quietly as I massaged the heavy weight in my hand. This time it did not get hard -- but it did come. Again and again and again.