A Good Neighbor

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I love to masturbate. It isn’t a substitute for sex; it’s its own event. It’s a cleansing, rejuvenating gift I give myself, and it helps keep me sane, energized and motivated. It also gives me something to look forward to each day. But then, you know that from my previous stories. You also know I have a straight jacking-buddy named Mike. Because I love jacking-off, and because I also love men, it’s natural that I also love to jack with other men. I love being in the presence of men, I love watching them enjoy their dicks, and I also love being watched. There’s nothing hotter than having a man watch while I blow my load. Needless to say, I never pass up an opportunity to jack, alone or with another man, and over the years I’ve sought out men to jack with. But I had never approached, or been approached by, a straight man. Until now. This is the story of how Mike and I met, and how we then became buddies. The story begins about a year ago when Mike bought the house next door to mine. I had seen him several times from a distance, but all I knew about him was he was young, fit, and more than likely, straight. I gave him a few days to settle in, and then, being a good neighbor, I went over to welcome him to the neighborhood. I knocked on his front door, and upon him answering I was immediately struck by how attractive he was up close. Mike is in his early thirties, about 5’10” and 180 pounds, with short black hair and black eyes. There is no one thing about him that is outstanding; instead it’s the total package that is so attractive, and so very sexy. He also has a goofy, slightly lopsided grin that nearly melted my heart the first time I saw it. When Mike opened the door and stepped out onto his front porch he was wearing a pair of well-fitting jeans, and my eyes immediately went to his bulging crotch. Few flaccid cocks are that prominent, and I immediately wondered if I had interrupted a jack-off session, or had perhaps caught him watching porn. Forcing myself to look away from his crotch, I introduced myself, and he did the same. We made some small talk about the neighborhood and the crazy neighbors, but it became apparent rather quickly we had little in common, and the conversation started to wane. As did his bulge. So I again welcomed him, and self-consciously made my way back home. Over the following Ataşehir Escort weeks I tried several times to engage Mike in conversation whenever I saw him out in his yard. While he was always friendly, the truth was that we had little to say to one another. But he was cute and sexy, so I never passed up a chance to talk to him. I love to talk about sex, and had been trying to think of a way to work it into a conversation with Mike. It finally came to me one day while I was working from home. I knew Mike also worked at home several days a week, so the next time we talked I asked how he stays focused on his work. He looked at me quizzically, so I explained my own problem focusing when I work from home. I told him I always end up looking at porn on line, and in turn not getting much accomplished. He responded with a smile, but nothing more. Undeterred, a few weeks later I was looking out my bedroom window and saw Mike working in his back yard. My bedroom window overlooks part of Mike’s rear yard, as well as his bedroom windows. However, because of the angle of our houses I’m not able to see directly inside his bedroom. Damn it. I hurried outside and went over to where Mike was raking leaves, saying hello and casually mentioning that I saw him working in the yard from my window. Mike paused, looked up from what he was doing, and said “I know. I can see inside your bedroom.” I was momentarily speechless, but quickly recovered and asked, “Seen anything interesting?” He again responded with just his goofy smile and went back to his work. As I made my way home I looked back at Mike, who was then on his rear deck, and waived. It was then that I realized he can’t see me from his own bedroom, but instead saw me from his deck, which I had not considered. I had already noticed he spent quite a lot of time on his deck. I admit I was a bit paranoid wondering what Mike may have seen. I close my blinds after dark, so I ran through all the things I’d done during the day in my bedroom over the past several weeks: Jacking my dick? Pounding the fleshlight? Riding my fuck-buddy Jake’s ass? Check. Check. And check. So now Mike knows where my interests lie. Now to find out about his. About a week later I saw Mike trying to lift a box from the back of his car. It was clearly too large for Ataşehir Escort Bayan one man to carry, and being a good neighbor I hurried over and offered my help. He accepted, and with a little effort we managed to get it into his house and into a small bedroom. As I prepared to leave Mike offered me a beer, which I didn’t want, but accepted as I knew it was meant as a thank you. As we drank our beers he offered to show me the rest of the house, and I readily accepted since I was anxious to learn more about Mike. As I had guessed, his house is the same floor plan as mine, only reversed. Thus the facing bedroom windows. The last room on the tour was Mike’s home office. I immediately noticed a bookcase holding perhaps several hundred or so DVDs. I started to comment on his obvious love of film, but as I peered closer I noticed most of them were porn. Straight porn. Damn it again. Mike saw my double-take, and I could see in his eyes he knew I was thinking about my earlier remark to him about working from home. I immediately asked “So, do you get much work done in here?” He momentarily dropped his head, then looked back up, smiled, and said, “I’m sort of a collector.” He then reached for a DVD case lying on his desk. He handed it to me and said, “My latest purchase.” I held the DVD case up, noticing first the naked blond on the cover. I then I did my second double-take when I realized her face was covered with cum. Then my lower jaw fell, I’m sure, when I noticed the title: “Amazing Cum Shots.” As you know, I love cum. There’s nothing like a warm load fresh from a man. I love the smell, I love the taste, and I love the feel of it on my tongue. So I spoke honestly when I said: “I love watching cum shots.” At that Mike sat down in his office chair and inserted the DVD into his computer. In the few seconds it took to load I downed my beer and positioned myself just behind Mike so I could watch over his right shoulder. Just as the DVD began to play he turned, gave me that beautiful smile, and then turned his attention back to the screen. As the DVD case promised, it was cum shot after cum shot, all pretty “amazing,” and all landing on women’s breasts, in their mouths, and everywhere else. And of course the dicks were all hard and beautiful. Naturally my own dick Escort Ataşehir began to harden, and I was briefly concerned, but quickly forgot about it since Mike’s back was to me. So I relaxed and watched the DVD over Mike’s shoulder, alternating between watching the screen and watching the back of Mike’s slender neck. After a few minutes I had to adjust my erection in my pants, and just as I pulled my hand from my crotch Mike again turned and smiled. We continued to watch, but after a while I began to lose interest and my hard-on began to wane. I wondered how long Mike wanted to watch, and how I would make my exit. It was then I noticed Mike’s right shoulder and arm gently moving. From my position I couldn’t see his hand, but knew from the placement of his arm that his hand was in his lap. Was Mike rubbing his dick through his pants? Immediately my own erection was back and throbbing. I wanted to step closer so I could see exactly what Mike was doing but was unsure, despite his own boldness, how forward I should be. So I watched dicks shooting load after load. And waited. Before long my cock was aching and pushing at my pants, desperately needing attention. I decided to go for it and rub my own cock, but just as my hand made contact with my hard bulge Mike stopped his own stroke and reached over and ejected the DVD. I dropped my hand from my crotch just as he turned around in his chair. For just a brief moment, Mike’s face was level with my crotch, and the unmistakable outline of my erection. Smiling, Mike’s eyes quickly shifted upward, and he asked “So what did you think?” No doubt expecting a comment about breasts and facials, I instead answered, “I love watching men stroke.” He paused, looked away momentarily, and then after another short pause said, “To answer your earlier question: No, I don’t get much work done.” Now it was my turn to smile. Sensing that our visit was over, I thanked Mike for the beer and headed home wondering the whole while “What the fuck just happened? Was Mike really rubbing his dick in front of me? When I got home I was still hard from all the cock, cum, and of course Mike. I never let a good erection go to waste, so once inside I pulled my aching dick through my fly, grateful to finally release it from my pants. The cool air felt good on it and I watched as it bobbed up and down as I headed to the bedroom to get the lube. I laid on the bed and admired my dick as I slowly applied the lube to my swollen cock head one drop at a time. Drop, by drop, by drop. I wanted to tease my dick, just as Mike had teased it, and after each drop I waited and watched as it rolled down my shaft.

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