Gay Male The Window

Hi, I'm Joe, forty-three, married, happily, and living in the 'burbs'. I've got an incredible wife, Babs, and a pair of twin boys Rick and Rob. We live a very normal life. Well, not quite. Babs is a sexual tiger. We have sex everywhere. Once the boys came along and got to the age where they would know, we had to stop fucking with them in the room. Babs and I have been caught sucking or fucking in a bunch of places and we've even done some swinging on vacation. But those are stories for another genre, right? This story is about our neighbor.

We live in a very artsy three-story house in a neighborhood that has large lots and plenty of trees.

On the third floor, there is a storage closet, a loft. In that closet is a window. It's, triangular, a corner of the roof, the wall all glass, lightly tinted. From the outside, it looks like a wall, if there is no light on inside the little loft behind the window. if you look carefully out that window, you can see the house behind mine over the trees. Just one bedroom window and the in-ground pool with the terrazzo-tiled pool deck.

That house belonged to an older couple. They recently moved and sold the house.

On a warm summer Wednesday afternoon, I was up in that room, it's hot, there's no AC duct. I was looking for something not worth mentioning and glanced out the window.

The new owners have a son. A young, tall son, lean, with a shock of auburn hair and a six-pack. I'm not into guys, but this young man was beautiful, no other word for it. He came out of the house in a speedo, no surprise, if I looked like that I would too. I casually watched as he dove in and swam laps. I went back to my search. When I next glanced, he was laying on a lounge, the water glistening on his perfect skin. I paused and took in the sight. I don't know why this young man captivated me so. Maybe it was the whole 'rear window' aspect. I went back to my search. I was sweating profusely and my search was not yielding results.

I picked my head up out of a box and my eyes focused. He was naked. His long lean taught teen body completely open to my gaze. He was beautiful. The only hair on his body was a tight cluster of fur around his young cock, which was very hard and in his hand. My neighbor's son was masturbating by the pool.

I'm not into guys. I mean I had a drunken hook up with my college roommate but that was once and we never mentioned it again. No, I like girls. Babs, first and then a few hot wives along the way, but nope, no guys.

But, here I stood, peeking at my neighbor's sons' hard young body, and getting an erection. The kid was High-school age, maybe a senior. Younger than the twins by a few years. He was in no hurry. His hand slid up and down a cock that was all of seven inches, cut, with a big fat shiny head. Why am I so fascinated with this?

I gave in to my new-found lust. I yanked off my tee-shirt and shoved my gym shorts and briefs down my legs and stepped out. Hoping Babs didn't come looking, I watched another man masturbate while I stroked my rock-hard cock. I'm kinda stocky. Football player build, but I love the gym, so it's all tight. My cock is probably eight inches, thick too, cut, and right now, rock hard watching a kid beat off. I should be ashamed, I'm not. I'm trying to time it so we cum together. I have surrendered to an unknown passion.

Falling into this fantasy, I imagined what that young, hard, penis would feel like in my hand. The look on his face as I reached out and touched him. What would those long fingers feel like, wrapped around my fat cock?

His hand sped up and his other hand found a nipple. I pinched mine to keep up. His legs tensed, and he came. A thick, white jet, burst from that teenage cock and arced across his flat belly, drops splashing his face. Two more fat jets bathed his young skin as my spend jetted out all over the unfinished wall.

We both panted as we came down. I watched as the young man took a finger and cleared the cum off his face, and then slipped his finger into his mouth. I'd never tasted myself. There was some of my cum still on my fingers. I put them in my mouth. Musky, salty, not bad at all. Then, the memory of my roommate's cum in my mouth came back. I was surprised, I had liked it then, I just repressed the memory. The boy jumped into the pool. I had found what I was looking for in one of the boxes, and now, it seems, out the window too.

My emotions were wild. I had re-discovered that I liked sex with men. But I'd spied on a neighbor, violated their privacy and, in a way, cheated on Babs.

That night, as we lay in a sweaty heap after fucking for an hour, I confessed. I told Babs about my one-time with my college roommate and about masturbating watching the boy next door. After I was done, Babs just ran her fingers over my skin. I waited. We have a deep bond. I shared because it was the only thing to do. Her hand slid down and touched my very wet and tired cock.

"I had no idea you were so naughty. Peeking on boys masturbating? Some people would call that creepy stalking."

I tensed. I had to tell her but it was looking like this little fixation of mine was going to be a problem. Babs leaned over and began to lick my sweaty nipple. And then maybe it won't.

"I think it's fucking exciting. You were so good when Elizabeth came to visit. You said hello and then scooted off on your made-up book tour so my college roommate and I could renew the sexual relationship we had back then. I know you wanted to watch, and join in, but she being a married Congressperson made that a bit too risky. So, I'll say this Joe Reynolds, enjoy your boy. Oh, keep telling me what happens, because if seeing that teenager whack off keeps you horny like you were tonight, you can do anything you want."

I hugged my wife like we were never going to see each other again.

"You're a total pervert, Mrs. Reynolds."

Babs took my cock, still covered in her spend into her mouth, "That's why you married me. Remember, tell me everything, and if possible, I want to watch. But make sure he's old enough first."

Even with my wife's permission, I still felt guilty about peeking on what could be an under-age boy. I avoided the window for over a week. One night while Babs and I fucked, wild, boundless sex— the boys were still at college so we could make all the noise we wanted. As I slid my cock into my wife's lubed ass, I couldn't help but look at her firm smooth ass and back, and picture that boy under me. Babs, taunted me, "Is that what his ass looks like? No hair, hard and round. You want to fuck that boy's ass, Joe? I can't get my voice that low baby but fuck my ass like it's that boys." I admit it, it made me fuck her even harder and I came in a torrent. Babs yelled, "Fuck my ass, Mr. Reynolds. Fuck my hot teen ass." She groaned as I cried out in lust. My cock jetting deep in my wife's butt.

I gave in. I went to the window. Same time of day, about three in the afternoon, on a Thursday. There he was, naked again and masturbating. It must be his after-school routine, swim, strip, masturbate. I yanked down my shorts and tried to catch up. We came together, again, but this time I cupped my hand to catch my seed and then licked my hand clean. I liked the peculiar taste and, as I watched him eat his own, wondered what his tasted like.

I was happily immersed in my fantasy. I accepted that I was probably bi-sexual, though only vicariously, at this point. It was a harmless, voyeuristic fantasy, and it fueled my sex with Babs. She was delighted at my increased energy. She loved getting fucked from behind and she looked a bit like my neighbor with her smooth skin and tight little ass. I clamped his, I mean her, firm ass cheeks and came and came and came.

Babs was out with her friends. It was a torrid afternoon. I was taking in the sun on the back deck, in only a pair of nylon running shorts, when a football burst through the light tree branches and landed in the yard. It had come from his house. I got up and went to go pick it up. As I bent over a shadow appeared on the ground.

"Yeah, that's mine, sorry. My friend can't throw for shit."

I stood and finally got a good close look at my fantasy boy. Fuck he's even better close up. Soft features, hooded, light blue eyes, no discernible stubble. Beautiful was the only word and standing in front of me in only his black speedo and flip flops.

"No problem at all. At least he has a good arm. I'm Joe, by the way."

The ball in my left hand I extended my right. He grasped it, long, strong fingers wrapped mine as our eyes met. He held my hand for just a little longer than normal and I caught his eyes taking me in all the way down to my shameless cock, which was growing, to my horror.

"Paul, we just moved in."

"Yeah, I noticed. Welcome to the neighborhood." I panicked. How would I notice they had moved in? Fuck, why did I say that? Hopefully, this kid wouldn't figure that out.

I extend my hand holding the ball. Paul went to take it and our hands touched. He paused, and then took the ball, his eyes on mine the whole time. I glanced, was that bulge in his crotch larger? I'm sure it was, but then, maybe not.

"Hey, thanks, see ya around," Paul said as he loped away, his tight little ass cheeks flexing through the thin fabric. I went inside and masturbated, re-living the feel of a young man's hand. Now he has a name.

The next day, I was at my window, naked, hard, waiting. Paul came out of the house, naked. He stopped as he got to the pool deck. To my horror, he turned and looked directly at me. The room was dark, no way he could see me. He'd figured out my comment. Beautiful, and smart. I was scared. No, wait, he's naked. He knows I'm watching and he's naked. My cock twitched.

Paul went to his lounge, not bothering with laps. He arranged it so he faced my spy port. He knows, and he likes it. I slowed my stroking. I didn't want to cum before him.

We masturbated together, again. Me in the shadows, unseen, Paul in the bright sun. It felt good cumming, knowing he knows.

We continued our unspoken affair. Sometimes Paul swam first, then masturbated. I wasn't always able to be at my window, but I tried. A few times, the whole family was by the pool. All dressed, of course. Paul's dad and mom were like him, long and lean. Mom had tiny boobs but long blond hair. Dad was an older version of Paul. Their dynamic was like any other family, like ours. Nothing interesting.

About a week later, I was at my window, naked, hard, watching Paul stroke his wonderful cock while glancing up, at me? Wondering if I was watching? He picked up his phone and sent a text. Then his hand went back to his cock. He was taking his time today.

In a few minutes, his head turned towards the house, still stroking. Another young man came out on the pool deck. Also a swimmer, but a redhead. Paul made no move to stop masturbating or cover himself. My cock surged. As the redhead stepped closer, Paul and he chatted. The redhead was in a light blue speedo, with a very obvious bulge. As he got to Paul's lounge the redhead tossed the folded towel he was carrying on the concrete, dropped to his knees, and took Paul's cock into his mouth. I couldn't help it, I came, hard.

I kept watching. The redhead was loving Paul's cock, I could see that. He'd suck him, then just run his tongue over the head. He went low and gently took Paul's ball sac into his mouth. Paul just lay back with his eyes open, looking at me?

This hot show of teenage boy sex had my cock coming back to life. After a few minutes of the redhead worshiping his cock, Paul ran his hand through the red head's hair. He took his mouth off Paul's cock and stood.

Paul swung his feet off the lounge and to each side of the redhead's legs. That tiny speedo had a big fat bulge and I was dying to see what was in there. They were talking as Paul reached up and slid the fingers of each hand into the side waistband and slid the suit down, pulling out so it would go over the young man's cock. It was long, thin and uncut, but even better his cock sat in a bright orange bush. My cock was recovering. I admitted to myself, I wanted that cock, I wanted Paul's cock. I wanted men. The boy stepped out of the suit and stood, proud and hard.

Paul sucked his friend's cock like he loved it. Suckling the head, kissing the shaft, pushing down the foreskin to put all of him in his mouth. This was not the first time. Paul held up the boy's cock and sucked his balls into his mouth. Paul's hand moved around the boy, over his firm round ass, and into the cleft. The redhead opened his legs more and threw his head back as Paul's finger probed at his teen asshole. Paul's mouth was bobbing on that long skinny cock as he fingered the boy's ass. I fought to keep from cumming.

The redhead touched Paul on the head and Paul took his mouth off the boy's cock and finger out of his ass. Paul got up and the other boy got on the lounge, on all fours. Wow, another first for me. Watching another man masturbate, watching two men suck each other and now, fucking. I had to stop touching myself, this was all so intense.

Paul reached into a bag on the deck and pulled out a tube. As the redhead lay on the lounge, on all fours, his cute little teen ass sticking up, cheeks wide and rosebud on display, Paul lubed his big fat cock and then massaged lube into the boy's, well, boy pussy. Paul took his time, fingering the tight little ass, rubbing his cock up and down. The redhead just lay there, I'm sure he was moaning. Finally, I think he told Paul to fuck him. I imagined what he'd say, "Oh Paul, I'm ready. Fuck my tight little ass. Stick your big cock in me and fill me with your hot load of cum." Doubt that's what he said but it got my cock twitching. I'm so far down this rabbit hole I can imagine being Paul, ready to shove my cock up a high-school kids ass. I doubt I'd last a minute.

It's not like porn films. I've taken Babs in the ass and a couple of other women. You have to go real slow, let them adjust to having a foreign object up their asshole. Paul pressed slowly. I wish I had binoculars. I wanted to see the head of his cock as it popped into the boy.

Soon, Paul's hips were tight to the redhead's ass. They just held there. Then Paul started fucking the young man. Slowly at first, then the boy said something and Paul picked up the pace. In a minute or so he was railing the kid's ass, hands gripping the redhead's hip bones as his big fat cock plowed the skinny redhead's hole. This was the hottest thing I've ever seen. In the middle of fucking his friend, Paul turned his head, looking straight up at my window, and gave the thumbs up. How could he know I'm here? Or he doesn't know I'm here right now, but he knows I watch. I came, gushing cum all over the wall next to the last load. I nearly dropped to my knees. Out the window, Paul had gone deep in the redhead's ass and had to be cumming, shooting hot white boy cum up his best friend's butt. It felt so good to cum watching this. As I stood, panting from the intensity of my orgasm, I watched as Paul pulled his cock out of the boy's ass. The redhead flipped over, showing his wonderful long thin cock. Paul dropped to his knees on the towel and took all of the redhead's cock down his throat until his face was buried in the ginger bush at the boy's crotch. I could almost hear the young man groan as his hands gently held Paul's bobbing head.

He didn't last long. No more than a minute and the redhead threw his head back. I could see his young hard ass flexing and Paul swallowing the boy's cum. Even after cumming twice in an hour, I felt my cock growing. But they were done. Paul got up, visibly swallowed, smiling at his friend, who he helped up and they both dove into the pool. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. Babs is getting some fucking tonight when she gets home and I tell her this story.

I'm a novelist. I have a character who appears in a series of thrillers. Babs is a V.P. of a bank. Good thing. My books make money, but not a living, it's our vacation fund. This arrangement has me at home. I do the shopping and meal prep. I jokingly refer to it as "Hunting and gathering", much to my wife's amusement. And now I live a bi-sexual life through my attic window.

Then, for a week, nothing. No Paul masturbating by the pool. No, redhead, naked and hard, getting Paul's magnificent cock up his tight little ass, nothing. I gave up trying to watch, confused about what had happened? Did his parents find out? Did they have security cameras installed? Were Paul and his friend still fucking, but inside? No idea, but I was bummed.

Summer break was coming up in a month or so. My twin sons would be home for their last summer break from college. The house would be a lot busier and I doubted I'd be able to do any watching if Paul resumed. This day, I was taking sun on my back deck. In a fit of childishness, I'd bought a speedo. Babs loved it. When I wore it the first time she slipped it under my ball sack and sucked my cock. She said it was like she was sucking off the neighbor. Now, I lay on my lounge in my speedo, remembering watching Paul and the redhead. My yard is not as secluded as Paul's and I had to be careful that the neighbors didn't see that my cock was hard.

As I lay on my lounger in just my speedo, the head of my hard cock poking above the waistband, eyes closed, imagining the feel of Paul's young hard cock on my tongue, I heard rustling in the thin woods behind the house. A pause and then soft footsteps on the stairs. I felt the shadow cover me as I opened one eye. It was Paul.

I wondered, is this a confrontation? Was I wrong and he's pissed I'm peeking? For a couple of seconds, I worried. Then I noticed that my High-school aged neighbor had only his black speedo and a pair of flip-flops on and that his young cock was hard, and like mine, the head poked above the waistband of his tight nylon swimsuit.

"Hey, Joe. Hope you don't mind me stopping by."

I stayed prone, trying, and failing to look only at the young man's beautiful face. That young, hard cock, but a foot away. I felt my cock twitch and I wasn't ashamed that I was so obviously excited.

"Not at all. It's nice to see you."

Paul's eyes flicked to his boner, and then, to my joy, he looked straight at my cock poking out of my suit. He gave a small smile.

"Yeah, really. It's nice to see you too."

My fingers clenched, resisting the urge, the need to touch this boy. I saw his hand move, then stop.

"Um, sorry about this week."

I had to be careful and not get myself in trouble. Things are not always as they seem and with our age difference, and his unknown age, a mistake could be a disaster. I needed to play dumb.

"I don't understand. What do you mean?"

Paul moved his hand over his nylon covered cock and squeezed, "Joe, I know you watch me beat-off and I'm pretty sure you saw Aron and me get it on. I know you like it. I like having you watch. I was a little surprised when I figured it out, but I liked it. My folks put in a security system and there's a camera on the pool area, so, no more fun by the pool unless something changes."

I let my hand slide down my belly to cover my boner and squeeze, "Must be tough, you masturbate a lot and Aron seems like a lot of fun."

Paul looked around and seeing our not very secluded location nodded his head towards the house, "You mind if we go inside?"

I got up, excited about the thought of what might be about to occur, "Sure, come on in."

We stood, face-to-face just inside my dining room. The air sat thick with lusty portent. I closed the door and turned to face Paul, who stood inside my comfort zone. He took a deep breath,

"I'm into girls, really. It's just It's been a while and then Aron, he's gay, you know, well we were playin around in my pool and he touched me, my cock, you know, really surprised me. He asked me if he could suck my cock. I didn't say no, I just told him I'd think about it. Well, you saw us right?"

"Yes". My confession. "It was incredibly exciting."

Paul was rubbing his cock now, pushing the suit down just a little, "Yeah well, that was the second time. I'd never done it with a guy before. Aron was so cool and laid back. It was nice, no bullshit, talking and trying, just two guys getting it done. I like it. Still prefer girls but this is fun."

"Yeah, I can see you like it. I had a thing in college, my roommate, one time. Until I saw you, I'd forgotten it. Now I remember, I liked it. So, what brings you over here?"

Paul slowly reached out and caressed my cock through my swimsuit, "You're older, I dig that. I have an older guy I want, but I don't know what to do. If I'm wrong say so and I'll go."

I moved my hands to my waist. Paul snapped his hand back. I shoved my speedo down and kicked it off. I stood, naked and hard, "Touch me, if you want, Paul. You tell me what you want to do."

The young man's voice was almost a whisper, "Undress me, Joe. Make me naked."

I gently peeled the speedo down his hairless legs and to his ankles. He picked up one foot and then the other as I tossed the suit away. I stayed on my knees, eye to eye with the cock I had been worshiping from my window. Paul was panting.

"I want to suck your cock, Paul. May I?"

"Please", he panted, "I might cum real fast though."

As my tongue reached out for the firm smooth head of his teenage cock, I whispered, "I hope so."

I paused, "Um, Paul, how old are you? Sixteen, seventeen?"

"Paul flexed his hips, touching my lips with his cock, "Just turned eighteen two months ago."

"Good." I wet my lips and let them slide over the head of the second cock I had ever sucked. We both groaned in released joy as I took more of his young hard penis into my wanting mouth. As the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth I wondered why I had repressed this urge for so long. Paul's hands rested lightly on my bobbing head, "Oh fuck Joe, that's good. Oh yeah."

He lasted about two minutes. Two minutes of me sucking his cock as I fondled his balls and massaged that spot right behind them. He smelled so clean and fresh.

"Joe, I'm gonna cum."

I adjusted so just the big fat head of his cock was in my mouth. I bathed it with my tongue. Then I felt it get a little harder.

"Cumming", he panted.

I grabbed the base of his cock and pinched as I felt him twitching, trying to ejaculate. Then I let go and a rocket of cum slammed into the back of my mouth as Paul cried out.

"OH FUCK!"

I sucked hard as three more fat bolts of boy cum bathed my tongue. Paul's legs shook. He stopped cumming and I swallowed his sweet-tasting gift, cleaned up his cock and let it slip from my mouth. I looked up. Paul was gasping, sweaty, smiling.

"That was the best suck off I ever got. What did you do?"

I stood as I explained how that trick worked and what girl taught it to me. Paul's breathing got back to normal and he stared at my cock.

"May I try?"

He was on his knees as I answered, "Please, I'm so horny."

Paul licked my cock from top to bottom. Bathed the head with his tongue. His young, long fingers cupped my balls and rubbed that spot right behind them. I leaned my head back and focused on the sensations. I've had a lot of blowjobs, but this one was so intense because it was so wrong. It was a guy, but more, a young boy, just legal age, beautiful. My cock twitched, Paul moaned. I looked down, watching that auburn hair moving back and forth, occasionally I saw his soft face with my boner sliding in and out of his young, needy mouth. This could become addictive.

I didn't last much longer than Paul. Much sooner than I wanted, I felt the orgasm coming up from my toes. It was going to be good. I gently fingered the young man's soft hair.

"Paul, I'm gonna cum soon. Your mouth feels so good. Suck my cock, Paul."

He reached up and squeezed my hand telling me he was going to let me shoot my cum in his hot young mouth.

"Cumming! Ohhhhhh"

Paul's hand moved and then a thumb pinched the base of my cock as I tried to ejaculate. He learns fast. For three seconds he held me back.

"Now Paul NOW!"

He let go and I nearly fell from the intensity of my ejaculation. Paul gagged, my first shot must have gone into his throat. But he stayed on my cock, sucking and swallowing until I gently pressed his head away. He sat back on his legs, sweaty, smiling, licking a bit of my cum off his firm young lips.

"That was great. You fuckin cum a lot, man. I loved it. How many women have you fucked?"

The question took me by surprise. As Paul got to his feet I thought about it, "Five."

Paul reached over and gently fondled my, now soft, penis, "Wow, I sucked a cock that's been in five pussies, cool."

I laughed, "Well, I've never heard it put that way, but yeah, true. I guess you didn't mind sucking off the old guy?"

Paul laughed, I could see that young cock growing again. Oh, to be that age, "No man, I told you, maybe I'm weird, don't care, I like older guys.

"So, you wanna do this again?"

He smiled. His hand massaging my balls, "Any time you want, Joe. Just let me know."

I took his hard cock in my hand. It felt so good. Young, hard, wrong, good, "Looks like you're ready to put that back in my mouth."

Paul glanced at the clock, "Oh Joe, I want to. But I gotta get home. The folks will be home from work soon and if I'm not there, it'll be weird."

We stood, naked, hips touching as we swapped numbers in our phones. Paul slipped his black speedo on and we shook hands, "To next time, my young friend."

Paul smiled, looked down at my cock, which had recovered nicely, "Not soon enough, Joe." He turned to leave and paused.

"Joe, be at your window tonight, maybe around eight or so."

"Aron?"

Paul just smiled, "No, better, I hope."

I was naked when Babs got home from work. I met her at the front door with my cock hard.

"Mmmmmmm, I think somebody has a story for his pervert wife."

I told her the tale as I undressed her. By the time I was on my knees, sliding her thong off, she was drenched. We fucked on the floor of our living room. I told her again. I described what it felt like to suck a cock and cum in a young man's mouth. Babs was nuts with lust. After an hour we showered and made our evening meal.

In one of those serendipitous moments, Babs got a call during dinner. One of her friends had come home and caught their son fucking the neighbor's wife. Needless to say, the poor woman didn't know what to do and needed a sounding board. I suggested that in-person would be better and Babs agreed.

As she was leaving, I kissed her hard, giving her my tongue. Then I whispered, "If the kid wants you, go for it. You have my permission."

She blushed, laughed and smacked my ass, "You're a fucking pervert, you know that? Now, that's all I'll think about all evening."

I squeezed her small firm ass, just like Paul's, "Fair is fair. That was my evil plan."

At seven-fifty I was at my peeking window, with a chair, and like the total pervert I am, binoculars. I didn't want to miss a thing. Nobody was around the pool. I moved the glasses to the bedroom, It was Paul's. He was looking out the window. He was naked, his soft cock swinging gently as he moved. I turned on the light so he would see me as I stripped. He smiled and waved, slipped on his suit and left, wearing that black speedo. My cock grew at the memory of sliding that suit down his smooth legs, just before I took his hard, young cock in my mouth. I was hard already for whatever he had planned. I shut the lights off and waited.

Paul came out on the pool deck with a man. It was his father. NO? Really? I watched as they talked and Paul shoved his dad and his dad shoved back. His father had on shorts and a polo shirt. Paul, only that wonderful, tiny black swimsuit. They were play arguing, shoving each other gently, to assert their point. Paul would shoot a look my way from time to time. I was watching a bi-sexual, incest seduction. I was rigid and curious. What made Paul think this would work? I hope he wasn't thinking with his cock. Nothing to do but watch.

Paul's dad made a mistake. He turned his back and Paul gave him a hip check into the pool, shorts, polo and all. Dad made an ungraceful entrance as Paul leaned over the side, laughing and pointing. It occurred to me that that was not a good idea. Dad came rocketing up out of the water, grabbed Paul's ankle and the son followed the father into the water.

This resulted in a lot of aquatic mayhem and wrestling. Dad dunking son, son dunking dad. Wrestling dad's shirt off. Then it started getting interesting. Paul tried to get away and dad dove under. Paul batted the water and it looked like he was fighting his dad's underwater assault. Dad surfaced, holding the black speedo. Looks like my new teen lover was right. Paul pretended to beg for his only piece of clothing and dad laughed and flung it up on the pool deck, turning away from Paul to aim. This gave Paul his chance. He dove under and another fight began as dad tried to fight off his son who emerged triumphant with the shorts. I watched, I knew where this was going but I didn't how Paul knew this would work. Oh, and it was working.

Paul was naked, and I think his dad still had briefs on. Dad pressed against his son, reaching for the shorts Paul held up out of reach. He backed towards the shallow end. Dad jumped, no briefs, they both were naked. Paul laughed as dad pressed himself face-to-face with his son. The water was under their butts now. They were so alike. They moved around like this for a minute, and then they stopped, still pressed against each other. As they moved I could see, using the binoculars, that they both were hard.

Paul dropped the shorts. I watched as they pressed their hips together, rubbing hard cocks together. Dad moved his face closer and Paul angled his. They kissed. I'd never kissed a guy. My hand stroked my cock, dying to cum.

I watched an intensely personal moment between family members as Paul and his dad kissed, rubbing their hard cocks together. They broke their embrace and stood in the water talking. Paul first, he spoke for a while. I think he was explaining. Dad cupped his son's face with his hand as he talked. I'd love to know what he said as I was shocked that the seduction was so easy. Dad's hand went down and stroked Paul's cock, which had sagged a bit. Paul returned the favor. Dad spoke, Paul looked surprised but nodded. They left the pool and dad pulled up a lounge and got on it. On his hands and knees. Whoa.

Paul got out his lube and slowly massaged some into his father's asshole. I could see dad talking and Paul had two fingers in there at one point. Paul lubed his cock and I watched and stroked as Paul slowly inserted his hard, young cock into his father's ass. Babs is never gonna believe this.

Dad liked being fucked as much as Aron. In no time Paul was pounding his cock in and slapping dad's ass. I could see dad's cock, it was hard. You know a guy likes being fucked when he can have that up his ass and still be hard. Soon, too soon, Paul rammed hard and held, his cute little ass cheeks clenching as he shot that sweet boy cum up his father's ass.

Dad flipped over on the lounge and Paul dove onto his cock, sucking his dad like it was the last dick he'd ever see. Too soon, Dad held his son's head in his hands as he bucked up, filling that young mouth with family cum. Paul swallowed it all. I shot cum all over the window. Then the light in my attic peeking spot came on. Paul and his dad turned to see me, naked and still hard with a fat line of cum running down the glass.

"Oh shit, sorry," Babs yelped as she turned off the light, "I wasn't thinking."

Paul's dad got up and quickly headed for the house, with Paul, talking as he followed.

"Did I just fuck something up?" Babs asked as she wrapped her naked body around me.

"Not sure. Nothing to be done, we'll just have to see what happens."

I could smell that my wife was excited. I love that smell. She reached around and gently held my cock.

"Wanna hear about my night of counseling?"

We left the peeking loft and went to bed. Babs didn't touch me.

"I'm not going to touch you. I don't want you going off early. As you have no doubt guessed, I got fucked by my friend's high-school senior son. I got there and Jane was alone in the living room. We talked, she was confused, scared, and a little bit angry. She knows this woman. They're neighbors. She's married. Jane's worried that this could wreck a marriage and fuck the whole neighborhood up and her son won't talk. I said I'd go talk to him.

"So, I go up to his room. He's on the bed. He tells me to come in after I told him who I was. The little shits sitting there in boxer briefs. Cocky little fucker. So I sit on the bed talking, explaining that his mom wasn't angry he's fucking, just who he's fucking and that he should consider all the possibilities. So, this little smoothie tells me how he'd miss her and she taught him so much and her husband doesn't, blah, blah, blah. Well, since you gave me permission and all I rubbed his leg and sympathized. Of course, his cock got hard and I just gave in and asked him if he'd like to fuck me instead.

"We did it on the floor since his bead was noisy. Oh, Joe, I'm so bad. I was scared Jane would walk in, but I was so turned on getting railed by a teenager. Sorry Joe, but this kid has a fucking big cock," She touched my mouth with her fingers, "I bet you'd love sucking it."

By now, I was hard again and I kept moving my hands towards my wife's pussy and she kept gently moving them away.

"Well, I was cumming as soon as he shoved that big thing in me and I kept cumming. He's not real good, but I didn't mind. He didn't last long either. The kid cums like a fire hose. We talked a little bit more as we got dressed. I told him this was a one-off and that it would ruin my friendship with his mom if she found out. I also told him, no more fucking the neighbors but I'd love to find him some mom's he could fuck. I've got a lot of horny friends. So, that was my night and now I'm home, my soaked pussy full of boy cum. Wanna lick it out?"

I dove between my wife's legs and pressed my mouth against her pussy. I shot my tongue out and immediately caught that now familiar taste of cum. As my nose massaged her clit and my wife thrashed around our bed, I dined on wife juice and boy-cum flowing out of her pussy. I got the final mouthful and, holding it, moved up and kissed Babs, pushing it into her mouth. She moaned and swallowed. I pulled back a little and we just stared at each other.

"I love you, Joe Reynolds, you twisted pervert."

"And I love you too Babs, you sick little girl. May I fuck you now?"

"Mmmmm, fuck me, Joe. Fuck me like you're going to prison tomorrow."

Much later, after sex and after our shared shower, Babs lay in my arms, "Is my turning on that light going to be a problem? Is that guy gonna come over and try and hit you or something?"

I was worried. Getting caught was not on my list of outcomes and Paul' s dad knowing that the neighbor witnessed incest was certainly a problem.

"I don't know, babe. He and Paul talked for a while, I'm sure, but what I saw was pretty dangerous. There's a lot of downside for Paul's dad. I don't know how he and his wife get along, what he does for a job. If he's worried about this getting out, it's serious."

Babs snuggled up to me, fading, "Well you're a charming pervert. I have faith you'll work this out."

That made one of us.

It was Friday. I sent Babs off to work. As she was leaving she flipped up her dress, showing me her panty-less pussy, "Maybe I'll let my boss fuck me today."

Her boss is seventy and morbidly obese, I don't think so. Plus, as I'm fond of saying, my wife is crazy, not stupid.

I didn't bother putting anything on. I would be writing today and I liked being nude. A small uncertainty roiled my otherwise casual demeanor. A gentle knock at my back yard slider interrupted my work. With foreboding, I slipped on a pair of shorts and went to the door. It was Paul, in shorts and a tee-shirt from some band I've never heard of. I waved him in.

Once inside, Paul casually began to strip. First, the tee, up over his head and off into a corner. Then the shorts, dropping down those slim legs, into a pile, to be flicked away by his foot. Down to just white briefs, with a growing bulge and a small wet spot, he paused.

"We cool Joe? I was hoping we could... you know."

"Well, you know I want to, but I'm worried and very curious about last night."

Paul looked at me. The bulge in his briefs was larger, the head of that beautiful penis seeking the waistband of the nice white underwear, "Can we talk naked? It's all cool, I promise, but I really want to be naked with you."

I was more than happy to drop my shorts as Paul slipped those lovely white briefs off. As usual, we were both hard. I marveled at the impossibility of this situation. Teen boys just don't develop a thing for forty-something men. I mean it must happen, but it's not something I'd try. But, There I was, naked and hard with an eighteen-year-old boy who couldn't wait to suck my cock. But first I needed to know what happened. Paul went over to our leather love seat and sat length-ways. I sat on the other side and we intertwined our legs, my foot touching his cock and his mine. As he talked we played with our feet.

"I bet you were pretty surprised last night, right?"

I've learned that in these situations, it's best to just listen, so I nodded. He continued.

"Until Aron propositioned me, I'd never thought of sex with guys. We got into it and I like it. We've talked about that," He took a deep breath. His toes rubbed along my fat, hard, cock. "Then I found out you were watching me, and I decided I wanted to try having sex with an older guy. Don't know why just did. It was really cool that you hadn't done guy sex since college and I kinda seduced you." My foot was against his young cock and I felt it twitch, "So, I was cool with you and Aron and all that. I didn't care if your wife knew or anything. Well, one day I had to look something up. My phone was dead and my tablet was up in my room. I walked by Dad's office. He had stepped away from his computer, I found out why later. So I jumped on and got some surprise. My dad was looking at porn. Not just any porn, but older younger gay stuff with a lot of father-son sex. I ran out of there. Dad told me later he was in the bathroom masturbating and never heard me.

"I was freaked. I had no idea. But the more I thought, the more I liked it. Dad and I get along great and I wondered if he wanted a little more. Yeah, you guessed, I started wearing less, only speedos in the pool, hugged him more, oh and I left my door cracked when I masturbated. Mom may have seen me too, but she never said anything. I knew dad started watching me. I saw the shadow, and I could hear him panting. One night he got surprised and left a long trail of cum on the wall outside my room. Then I started whispering 'dad' as I jacked off. I took pics of me and Aron and 'accidentally' texted them to him, he said nothing. Dad was getting more touchy-feely around me. More so when mom wasn't around. One day, I got out of the shower, I left the door open then too and saw he was watching me dry myself. I did it slowly and got my cock hard. Then I quickly opened the door. Dad was surprised. He was in boxers and his hard cock was sticking out. My father had been masturbating, watching his son. I had my towel over my shoulder, my dick was hard. I ignored dad's embarrassment, said 'hey dad' and headed for my room.

"He was ready. Mom's away with some friends of hers. You saw what happened. I joked with him, challenged him, you get it. Then, when I was holding his shorts up, I felt dad's hard cock rubbing mine. It was exciting. When dad moved in I just let it happen. I've never let Aron kiss me, he's asked, but this was different. We kissed, it was awesome and dad whispered that he'd really like it if I fucked him. Well, it was awesome too, he loved it. Then that light went on and dad flipped. He's got a very public job and if this got out, he'd be ruined. I had to tell him everything, but he's still paranoid. He hasn't wanted to have sex since, so I'm wicked horny."

Paul moved over and I leaned back and let him put my cock in his mouth. I pictured him with his father's cock in his mouth and it was stirring. I gently lifted Paul off and asked, "What 's going to happen?"

Paul leaned back, wiped a little drool off my lips, "I think he wants to talk to you. He's scared. If mom, or his boss, or anybody found out about this, well..."

"I get it, I really do. I definitely will talk with him and I'll do whatever I need to to make him comfortable."

Paul smiled and licked my cock, "I'll tell him. He'll like that. Now, let's suck each other off."

We moved to the floor and I slipped that hard, young, cock into my mouth. I like cock. I like giving pleasure, and who wouldn't want to suck this hard, young cock I had in my mouth. I took a break and Paul sucked me. He liked older guys and he slavered all over my cock and balls. We took turns and after almost an hour, I jetted hard into my teenage neighbor's mouth and soon after had the wonderful taste of his cum in mine. We talked some more about Babs and how she knows. I told Paul about our sex life and that I keep no secrets from her. He liked that. Paul picked up his briefs to get dressed.

"Paul, can I have those?" There was a large wet circle from his pre-cum.

He tossed them to me, "Sure dude. You gonna jack with them or your wife?"

I sniffed them and smiled, "I'm not telling."

"Pervert." He said, smiling, as he pulled up his shorts. His cock, which was growing again, sitting in the vee of the open zipper. I couldn't resist. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. He groaned. I worked at it hard, using every trick I knew to make this boy cum fast. The wet finger up his teenage asshole did it. Paul grabbed my head, shoved deep and jetted another load of cum into my wanting mouth. I leaned back and licked my lips.

"Yeah, I'm a perv, just like the neighbor kid that seduces old men."

Paul moved closer, angling his head. I angled mine and let us gently collide. A truly beautiful boy, with soft skin and soft lips. His tongue was long and strong. I'd never kissed a man, I guess I still hadn't, but this boy knew how to kiss. He pulled back, smiling, "That was nice. I wasn't sure you'd do it, thanks."

I stood naked and hard. Paul looked down.

"My dad's gonna call you tonight. Mom's still out of town. Good luck."
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