Spy

One night, not long ago, I was lying on my bed, wanking, when I heard a small noise outside. My bedroom has large glass doors onto a big verandah and I don't bother with curtains or a blind because it can't be seen from the road. When I wank, there's usually a low light in my room and I'm facing away from the door, so I can't see what's happening outside. But I live in a very small community and nothing ever happens around here, so I'm not bothered by that. However, a few times recently, I'd had the feeling that I was being watched. That never bothered me enough to stop mid-wank and investigate, but this time was different.

I jumped up, opened the sliding door and grabbed a powerful torch. Not far away I saw the back of what looked like a teenage guy, running towards the distant road. I shone the narrow beam of my torch at him and shouted "Stop or I'll shoot!" I don't have a gun, nobody does in this country, but I figured he didn't know that, and a teenager would spend so much time watching streaming videos from the US that he probably thinks he lives there too.

Sure enough he stopped running instantly and stood still with his hands in the air.

"Keep your hands up, turn round and walk back here. Slowly!" I shouted, and he obeyed.

The light from my torch was obviously dazzling him, so he couldn't see I was unarmed. When he got to the bottom of the verandah stairs, I lowered the torch so he could find his way up. He glanced towards me, eyes starting to recover from the dazzling and, with a look of puzzlement, he said "You haven't got a gun!"

"Yeah, but I know who you are now, so you better not run away again or I'll tell your mum you were spying on me and wanking on my verandah." I glanced at the small damp patch on the front of his shorts.

He blushed the deepest red I'd ever seen and looked down at the ground.

"Come up", I said, "and sit on the couch there." I gestured towards the couch on the verandah and he obeyed. Sitting down and staring at the floor, obviously deeply embarrassed.

"How old are you, kid?" I asked.

"Eighteen" he replied quietly, sounding like he was having trouble breathing.

"That's lucky!" I laughed, "you're old enough to have a bit of fun then, ey?"

"You like watching old men wanking, do you?" I asked, trying to sound kinder than I had before. He kept staring at his feet and nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Well, guess what... I like watching teenage boys wank. So you're going to wank for me now. Get your clothes off, so I'm not the only one naked here."

He looked terrified. "What?!" he replied.

"Start with your shirt" I commanded, "then your pants."

"Don't just sit there!" I told him, a minute or two later. He seemed to be frozen and hadn't moved a muscle. "Do what I tell you or I'll tell your mum."

That did the trick. Still looking terrified, he started to pull his t-shirt up over his flat stomach, slowly exposing his hairless teenage boy chest, and then over his head. He dropped it next to him on the couch and looked up at me with an anguished look on his face, as if to say "is that enough?"

"Keep going!" I said, trying to sound more irritated than turned on. "Stand up and get your pants off."

He looked like he was going to cry, so I sat down next to him and put my arm round his shoulders. "It's ok, kid, I'm not going to hurt you. You've already seen me naked and wanking, several times, and that didn't hurt me, did it?"

"You knew?" he said, in a shaky voice.

"I felt like there was someone watching me a few times, but tonight was the first time I heard anything. You should have been more careful. But, anyway, I must have stopped you mid-wank, so I'm sure you need to finish the job now. Stand up." I continued, and took my arm off his shoulders.

He seemed to be a bit more relaxed after that, and he somewhat shakily stood up while I stayed sitting on the couch.

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do, kid," I said, "I'll give you a choice, either I tell your mum or you let me spank you as punishment for spying on me."

"What!" he almost shouted, but a movement in his pants gave away how the prospect of being spanked felt to him.

"It looks like your cock likes the idea of a spanking!" I said, laughing and he blushed even more deep red than previously, if that was even possible.

"So, which is it? Do you want me to tell your mum, or would you prefer a spanking?"

"Please don't tell my mum!" the boy pleaded. "She'll kill me!"

"I doubt that" I replied, "So does that mean you agree to me spanking you?"

"Yes, I guess so" he responded weakly, with the terrified look coming back onto his face again. But this time he didn't stare at the ground, he looked searchingly at my face, trying to work out what I was going to do to him.

"Goodo!" I said, reaching out towards his waist. I slipped my fingers inside the waist band of his shorts and started pulling them down. I was astonished to see a little red lacy g-string underneath his shorts, with a clearly stiffening cock inside, trying to burst out. The sight of it, so close to my face, made my own cock start to get hard again.

"Wow! That's beautiful!" I said, gently stroking the bulging pouch. "Were you expecting to meet someone tonight?... Are you wearing this for me?" I laughed. He looked like he was about to die of embarrasment, so I slipped my fingers under the sides of the g-sting and pulled it down, past his now rock hard cock.

"That's the most delicious cock I've ever seen!" I said. It's criminal keeping that hidden next door, but it's out now. Can I touch it?" He nodded soundlessly.

I reached out and held his long, thick, throbbing cock in my hand. The feeling made me gasp with intense desire. I pulled his foreskin back and he moaned quietly. I moved my head so my nose was close to his now exposed cock head and sniffed. It smelled delightful, a mild piss scent, slightly cheesy, and very, very masculine. The smell nearly made me cum on its own. I struggled to resist the urge to suck it. That would have to wait till later.

"Ok," I said, "let's get this spanking over, and then maybe we can get back to your delicious cock, ey?" He glanced at my rock hard cock and nodded, now clearly desperate for some relief.

"Over my knee!" I commanded, and he obeyed. I felt the tip of his hard dick press against the inside of my thigh as he lay forward on my knees. The tip of my also hard cock, pressed against his hip and we both almost jumped at that contact.

I placed the palm of my hand on the smooth mound of his tight little arse cheek, which made him shudder slightly, and I started gently stroking the smooth skin.

"Now, before we go any further," I stopped stroking and took my hand of his arse, "I want to make sure you're ok with this. Do you consent to me spanking your bare arse?"

"Ok" the boy replied.

"Nah, that's not good enough, kid, it would have been more than adequate consent for my generation when I was your age, but we're more enlightened nowadays. I need clear and positive consent. Surely they teach you that stuff at school, don't they?" He nodded. "You have to say "I consent to you spanking me."

"I consent to you spanking me," he repeated, "so long as it's not too hard and you're not violent."

I laughed. "Good one, kid! I agree, I'll be gentle with you."

As soon as I finished speaking, I landed a firm slap on the bare skin of his backside.

He moaned quite loudly, and came hard on my inner thigh.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, feeling even more turned on myself now, "you liked that, didn't you?" He tried to speak but all that came out was a sort of croaking sound.

I leant forward, put my arm around him and scooped the glob of cum off my leg. It tasted as delicious as his cock had smelled. Creamy boy milk, the best taste ever.

I gave him a few more slaps, but my heart wasn't really in it any more. I was enjoying the feel of his arse under my hand, and he seemed to like it too, but I was desperate to suck his dick.

"Ok, kid, get up", I whispered, with my mouth close to his ear, my hand stroking the hard smooth curve of his buttocks, "you've had your punishment now, although I don't think you've learned your lesson, you seem to have enjoyed it too much."

He seemed reluctant to move from that position, so I gently pushed him off my lap. When he stood up, his face was completely transformed from the shy, frightened teenager he was before. He was glowing, and seemed much more confident. So confident, in fact, that he put his hands on the sides of my head, leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips.

"Wow, kid, that was a surprise!" I spluttered. "You took your punishment and gave me a lot of pleasure in the process. You're forgiven for spying on me and I'll never mention it to your mum."

He smiled broadly, put his arms round my neck, and kissed me again - with his tongue this time. When he pulled away, he said "Thank you so much! I promise I won't spy on you again."

"I didn't say that. You can spy on me any time you like, so long as I can spank you afterwards." Then, as an afterthought, "And let me suck that beautiful cock of yours!" The awkardness and the blush came back at that, and he looked like he wanted to run away again.

"Chill out, kid", I said gently, "I'll never do anything you don't want me to do. But if you want me to, I'll suck you dick any time you like. Sit down." I patted the couch next to me and he sat.

I put my bare arm round his naked shoulder and pulled him into a hug. "Sex is weird, but if you're uncomfortable about anything, you can talk to me."

"Thanks" he said quietly, "it's all a bit scary, really. I think I'm gay but I've never had sex with anyone else and I don't know what to do about it."

"I know I'm old and I'm probably not the sort of guy you've imagined having sex with for the first time, but you can fuck me if you like. I'll teach you how to do sex properly, with no embarrassment or awkwardness. I was your age once, so I know how fucked up it is. I didn't know I was gay at your age - I wish I had - so I had to try and find a girl to have sex with, which wasn't easy. And when I finally did find someone who would do it with me, it was a complete disaster. Neither of us knew what we were doing, and I was so nervous I couldn't get it up. That made her really angry, I don't know why, but I guess she felt it was a reflection on her. Of course, we were young and dumb and never spoke about it, at the time or later. But you won't need to worry about that nonsense with me. I'll always tell you what's going on. Now, would you like me to suck your dick?"

At that, he put his arm round my back and pulled us closer together, skin to skin. It was a really lovely feeling. He seemed to be quite comfortable with our closeness and, after a while, he responded "Yes, I would really like that. Nobody's ever touched my dick, let alone sucked it. I can't imagine what that would feel like."

"Ok, let's go inside, we'll be more comfortable on the bed." I stood up, lifting him with me and, together, we walked into my bedroom.

"I know you've seen the inside of this room several times," I laughed and he blushed again, "but welcome to my home. You can sit on the bed, or, even better, lie on it." He lay down, his delicious cock, semi-hard now. I looked longingly at it, but resisted the temptation to dive straight on top of it.

"If you'd like me to suck your cock, you'll need to positively consent. You know what to say."

"I would really like you to suck my dick. Please." he said and smiled nervously up at me.

"Now, do you reckon there's anyone watching us?" I said, trying not to laugh, and looked at the glass door, pretending to be worried about it.

"No, I think that problem's over now," the boy replied, "I don't think there are any other little pervert bitches in this neighbourhood.

"That's disappointing." I said, laughing now, "but I guess it will be more fun with you inside than outside. For both of us!"

Then I had a thought, "What's your name, kid? I can't suck you off without knowing your name!"

"It's Jeffrey" the young man reclining on my bed with an increasingly hard cock replied.

I laughed. "That's such a gay name!" I said "Did your mum want you to grow up queer?"

"She's a lesbian," came the reply, "so probably, yeah."

"True? I didn't know that. However, it's probably not good to be outing your mum to her next door neighbour! If you don't tell her, I won't."

"Ooops! Yeah, I didn't think about that." Jeffrey blushed again. I was getting used to his red face now, and I was beginning to feel quite fond of it.

I leant over the bed and kissed him on the lips. "Don't worry, just remember to be more careful about it in future. I don't know how out your mum is, but if she's not fully out, it's not a good look to be outing her yourself." I gave him another kiss and then lay down next to him, taking him in my arms and cuddling him.

"Can I touch your dick?" he whispered shyly into my ear.

"Yes, you can touch my dick." I replied, "And my balls, and my anus, and any other part of me you would like to touch. I give you full permission to touch any part of my body you want."

At that, he put his mouth on mine and slipped his tongue into it. He was a great kisser. It was hard to imagine he was inexperienced. His tongue danced around my mouth and played with my tongue, which struggled to keep up with the liveliness of his. As he was kissing me, he reached down to touch my dick. When his hand reached its goal, he gasped, pulled back and looked into my eyes, trying to gauge my response. I smiled and nodded and he continued moving his hand, gently brushing my hard cock, and wrapping his delicate little fingers round it. He seemed so excited, I had to make an effort not to laugh at the look on his face.

"When I was watching you wanking," he croaked, "I would imagine what your dick would feel like and, as I rubbbed my own dick, I fantasised about touching yours." He blushed again and I leant forward and kissed him.

"Is it as good as you thought it would be?" I asked.

"Mmmmm... It's so much better! Can I suck it, please?"

"Yes," I replied, "but not yet." A sad look came over his face. "I want to suck yours first. After that you can suck mine."

He smiled at that and said "Ok", and his hand shifted to fondling my balls. "They're so big!" he exclaimed. "And they're heavier than I thought they would be. Oh, please suck my dick quickly. I desperately need to suck yours and lick your balls."

"Ok, kid", I shifted my position down the bed, so my mouth was level with his rock-hard cock. He almost screamed when I pulled his foreskin back and popped the head into my mouth. I could tell this blow job wasn't going to last long.

I moaned with intense desire at the taste of his teenage cock. I'd sucked a few cocks in my time, but never one as young as he was. There was a freshness to the flavour, which I hadn't tasted before - he obviously kept it nice and clean - along with a strong masculine taste. I ran my tongue over its smooth, hot head, and under the part where his foreskin was attached. That did it for him and he did scream this time. The scream was accompanied by a flood of cum which filled my mouth. So hot, and so much cum. But I didn't spill any, I swallowed most of it, and then moved back up the bed to kiss him and push some of the rest of his cum into his mouth. That seemed to shock him a little and he half pulled away, before pushing his mouth back on mine and enthusiastically slurping the rest his cum out of it.

His eager tongue replaced the cum in my mouth and he kissed me passionately for what seemed like hours, but could only have been minutes really. By the time he pulled away, I could feel precum dripping out of the end of my cock, and running down my hip. I put my hands on the top of his head and gently pushed him down towards my groin. He didn't take much persuasion and my cock was in his mouth almost before I'd registered that he'd moved. He moaned loudly as he slurped on it, and he gently squeezed and stroked my balls as he sucked.

I was pretty far gone myself, by this point, and it didn't take long before I was moaning loudly, bucking my hips, and shooting a big load of cum into his eager mouth. He squeaked as he sucked it all in, but he stayed there, carrying on sucking my now softening cock like he didn't want to let go of it. In the end it started getting a bit uncomfortable and I held his face and gently pulled him back up the bed.

"That was soooo fucking awesome!" he panted in my ear. "My dreams have all come true today! I'm so glad you weren't angry when you busted me spying on you. You're my favourite next door neighbour!" He kissed me on the cheek and pulled away gazing into my eyes with a big grin on his face.

"Slow down, kid, there's still another dream to come yet."

He looked puzzled. "What's that?"

You have to fuck me now.

His eyes widened and he looked shocked, embarrassed, and horrified. "What? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah, your cock in my arse. And you better make it soon, because it will be getting light before long and your mum will be wondering where you are!"

"Fuck! Really? What time is it?" he said, shocked.

"I dunno, but it was late at night when I first caught you spying on me, and that was a while ago. It can't be long till morning."

"That means I'll have to go home?" he looked sad at this realisation.

"Yep. But we've still got time. And I won't be far away, you can come back any time you like. Now let's get that cock of yours hard again shall we?" I reached down and held his still half erect dick. As I played with his cock and balls it slowly got harder, then I slid my finger under his balls and gently rubbed his anus. That woke his cock up completely, and in no time he was ready to fuck.

"Ok, kid," I said shifting on the bed to get into position for a missionary position fucking, "you can put some of this lube into my hole and all around it, and don't forget to lube up your pretty little cock." I handed him the lube and he looked a bit taken aback, like he didn't know what to do.

"Like this", I said taking the lube back and applying some of it to my fingers. I slipped a couple of them into my arse. He watched, entranced, and his dick twitched. After applying a good dollop more to my arse, I slapped some on the end of his dick and spread it around, making sure to get some behind his foreskin.

"Now fuck me!" I said, lifting my knees up near my ears. I'm still pretty flexible for an old guy!

He didn't need any more guidance after that, and shuffled forwards on his knees, until the tip of his cock was lined up with my lubricated hole. With a look of fear, he glanced into my smiling eyes, and then looked back down at my arse. He groaned really loudly as he pushed the tip of his cock inside me and I joined in when it popped through my sphincter. He was quite large, but only enough to feel really good, not uncomfortable. When he was fully inside me, I reached up to him and pulled him into a hug. We cuddled as he fucked me.

"Keep it slow", I whispered, "it's not a race. You'll cum quickly enough, focus on how good it feels, not on getting to the end as fast as possible." We kissed for most of the fuck, but then he pulled away and arched backwards. His eyes widened as he stared into mine and he yelled when he came, his eyes still locked on mine. It was the most intimate orgasm I'd experienced, and I came too, almost at the same time he did.

He collapsed onto my chest, my cum gluing us together, both panting with the exertion and the excitement.

"That was beautiful," I said, "I hope we get to have more sex like that."

"So do I", he murmured. "but I'd like you to fuck me next time."

"We'll see", I replied. "I'm more of a bottom. But I could definitely top you if you wanted me to. Your delightful little arse would be such a turn-on, I don't think I'd have any trouble pumping a load into you!"