Curiosity killed the cat...
I was working in our backyard when my wife, Linda called out that there was a moving van in the driveway next door. It looked like someone was finally moving into the old Jackson house after months of it sitting empty. We had both been curious to see who would be moving in. The previous owners, Mark and Carol Jackson, had been very good friends of ours, but Mark had received a large promotion that unfortunately required a move to the east coast. We were going to miss them and hoped the new owners would be at least half as good of neighbors as the Jacksons.
While I continued to putter around the yard, I kept my eyes peeled, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was moving in. When I opened our garage door to roll out the lawn mower, I saw that my wife, in her usual gregarious manner, was introducing herself to our new neighbor and was waving me over to say hello. "Honey, come say hi. This is Ray Babcock. Ray, this is my husband Tom." Ray was a well-built, handsome man in his early forties with dark hair, an impressive mustache, and a stubbly square jaw. He had a warm smile and shook my hand firmly in his strong grip.
"Nice to meet you, Tom. You must be responsible for all this beautiful landscaping," looking around at our front yard. "It looks like I have a lot to do to try and catch up."
I smiled back at him and said, "Thanks, guilty. Nice to meet you Ray, and welcome to the neighborhood." We chatted for a while, and it turns out Ray was a recent divorcee and would be living on his own in the three-bedroom house. While he had two adult children, they were both away at school and wouldn't be living with him at this point. I noticed his movers were unloading the van behind him but offered, "I know it's never fun moving, but let me know if there's anything I can help with, even if it's just rearranging or assembling furniture or sharing landscaping tips."
"I appreciate that, Tom, I may take you up on it." We eventually let Ray get back to work while I finished mowing our lawn. I caught a few more glimpses of Ray wandering around in his shorts and t-shirt before I was done, and I wondered if he worked out regularly. He really did have an amazing body and seemed to exude warmth and confidence. I was in decent shape myself for someone in their fifties but much leaner than Ray. Whatever he did for exercise or a living was working for him, and I was hopeful that I might pick up some pointers from him along the way. Most importantly, Ray seemed like a decent guy, and my first impressions of him were positive. My wife felt the same and added that he wasn't too hard on the eyes either. Hmm, okay.
Over the next few weeks, we got to know our neighbor better and had Ray over for a barbecue one evening. We found out that he was a firefighter, so that explained in part his physique. He said they had a decent amount of downtime between calls, and he often used his spare time to work out as they had a good gym at the fire hall. Linda seemed a bit smitten by Ray, but I chalked that up to him being a fireman. Don't all women love a man in uniform? I had to admit he was a handsome man. While I was attracted to women, I could appreciate another man's good looks.
We ended up at Ray's for dinner one night in return and saw what a beautiful job he had done with decorating and settling into the house. He was also an excellent cook, which Ray chalked up to having to take his turn cooking at the fire hall and that firemen were tough food critics, so he had to sink or swim. While Ray was younger and more of a man's man than my regular buddies, I found myself warming up to him, and we seemed to get along well despite our differences. He was fun to be around and a quiet, respectful neighbor. For a guy that seemed to have everything going for him with looks and personality, we didn't notice him dating much but figured he hadn't fully embraced being single again after his divorce.
Ray did have the occasional buddy over, and I assumed they were probably other firemen dropping by for a beer or to hang out. Like Ray, most of his friends were his age or younger and in great physical condition. Otherwise, Ray mostly kept to himself, but he was always friendly with us. While we missed Mark and Carol, we both felt fortunate to have Ray living next door, and Linda seemed to enjoy the eye candy.
Later that summer, we had a power failure in the middle of a heat wave. Apparently, the high temperatures had put too much of a load on our power grid to keep up. With no ETA in sight on when power might be restored, we did what we could to keep cool by opening windows, dressing lightly, and sleeping on the cooler main floor. The power was still off when Linda and I headed off to bed, but unable to sleep with the oppressive heat, I wandered the house in the dark to see if there were any other windows I could open for additional ventilation. Passing by the main floor powder room, I realized I hadn't opened the window in there yet. The frosted bathroom window was the only window facing Ray's house, and I couldn't remember ever opening it. It took a while to unstick, but finally I was able to open it. Immediately, I felt a welcome breeze and paused to enjoy the evening air on my face.
Glancing out the window, I noticed a light coming from one of the spare bedrooms in Ray's house. The light was warm and flickering, so he must be using candles. The curtains were partially drawn but moved in the breeze with the open window. Just then, Ray passed in front of the curtain, and I caught a glimpse of the side of his torso and hip as he walked by the window, and it looked like he might be naked. Whoa. I wondered what Ray was up to this time of night wandering around his spare bedroom in the nude.
Curious, I watched and listened. With the eerie absence of humming air conditioners, I could hear muffled conversation across the short distance between the houses. Did Ray have someone with him? If so, he must be getting lucky tonight. Good on him. I was surprised it didn't happen more often given his good looks. While there was only a small gap in the curtains, I'd occasionally get a wider glimpse of Ray moving about the room as the light curtains moved with the breeze, and he was definitely naked. So far, I couldn't see who he was talking to. As the breeze picked up, I caught a view of Ray's back and ass as he stood near the window facing the rear of the room. Damn, I knew Ray was built, but his ass was impressive. I felt my cock thickening, thrilled by the voyeuristic nature of the scene in front of me. While I could only see Ray, I pictured some hot babe in the room with him about to get herself some fireman hose. This was like watching my own private sex show.
While I was only seeing a small part of the spare bedroom, it looked like he had a bench covered in black leather against the far wall and a shelf with paddles and handcuffs to the right of it. It looked anything but like a spare bedroom. Did Ray have a
sex room
? I thought back to our previous visit to his house and remembered that the door to one of the bedrooms had been closed when he gave us a tour, and Ray had said something about using it for storage. Wow, I was immediately jealous that Ray apparently had an actual room for having sex in, and I was dying to see more of what was going on in it.
As I watched, cursing the blowing curtain when it obscured my view, Ray reached for a bottle and squirted something into his palm. Replacing the bottle, he stepped back and reached down just as the curtain shifted, fully exposing his sculpted chest covered in chest hair, all the way down past his 6-pack to a thick 9-10" hard cock that he was greasing up with lube in his palm. Ray was even better built than I had realized as his cut muscles gleamed in the candlelight. I wished I could see the woman he was with to complete the picture. Despite only seeing glimpses of Ray so far, I was as hard as rock as I quietly watched the erotic scene unfold in front of me from across the narrow gap between our properties.
Ray's hard shaft glistened in the light as he stroked it and spoke to someone out of view. Walking towards the back of the room, I could hear more muffled voices and groaning as I pictured Ray sliding his cock into some hottie's tight pussy. I wondered what she was lying on, given Ray seemed to be standing up to fuck her. Turning around, I quietly closed and locked the door of our powder room to avoid any embarrassing interruptions from my wife as I pulled my aching cock free from my briefs and started to stroke myself. The breeze had shifted, and I could see the back half of Ray as he faced someone with his hands gripping something in the air. He was thrusting forward clenching his powerful ass as someone groaned out of sight. Was he holding her ankles in the air? Fuck, despite only seeing one half of the show, this was unbelievably hot. The curtain was offering me occasional teasing glimpses but the moaning and grunts were constant as Ray pounded his tool in and out of some lucky woman's tight pussy.
I heard a sharp slap followed by a low groan. Was Ray slapping someone? Fuck, this was getting kinky. I felt my cock jolt in excitement as I smeared pre-cum around the tip, loving the hot and steamy scenario before me. I heard some more mumbled words, another slap and then a low masculine voice say, "Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me, daddy." My mind reeled as I suddenly realized that Ray had another guy over there, not a woman! I was jerking off watching and listening to Ray have gay sex.
While I was shocked that Ray was into guys, I kept stroking my cock, listening to the slaps and grunts between Ray's thrusts. While mortified to find out I had been getting off to gay ass fucking, I was still aroused by the sweaty sex and the voyeuristic aspect of it. Straight or gay, they were really going at it by what I could see and hear. Was the guy on the receiving end one of the buddies I had seen visiting? I wondered what it would feel like to take Ray's big cock up your ass; he was huge! Wait a minute, why was I even thinking that? I gave my head a shake. I had no interest in guys, but whoever was over there was obviously enjoying themselves by the sounds of it. Chalking it up to a healthy curiosity, I wished I could see more as I continued to stroke my pre-cum slicked cock.
While I was only catching occasional glimpses of Ray, I could see his powerful ass tensing with each thrust as his muscles strained in the candlelight. It was such an oppressive humid night that Ray's skin was covered in an oily sheen of sweat, and I imagined both men were sweating from their aggressive rutting. I could feel myself getting close to shooting a load as I stroked my cock in time with Ray's thrusts and again, pictured myself on the receiving end of Ray's big slick cock. What was wrong with me? Maybe not being able to see who Ray was with made me want to fill in the blank with myself? No, that didn't make sense. I had never had these feelings before, but I put that aside as the pace of Ray's thrusts increased, not wanting to miss him shooting his load. I heard a loud shout as Ray moaned, closed his eyes, and tilted his head back as he started to thrust hard into his unseen buddy, obviously filling his ass with cum. With the two of them groaning and yelling, I too shot my load against the wall under the powder room window as I silently came gasping for breath. I didn't understand why the homoerotic scene affected me so strongly, but I couldn't remember cumming this hard in ages.
I glanced up to see Ray's face at the window looking out, possibly concerned about the amount of noise they were making as he pulled the curtains closed. Ducking down, I hoped he hadn't seen me. While the candlelight stayed on behind the curtains, I could no longer see anything, so I wiped myself up in the dark using a wet towel to clean up my spunk from the wall. I couldn't believe I had just blasted a load watching my apparently gay neighbor fuck some dude. I put it up to the heat, my horniness, and a normal amount of curiosity. Heck, even my wife might have found the scene erotic given her infatuation with Ray, but I had no plans on sharing this experience with her. Pulling my briefs back on, I returned to bed and drifted off to sleep with unwelcome naked images of the muscular fireman next door in my head.
