I had had a long rough day at work and all I could think about was getting home, showering, eating a light dinner and going to bed. It was about 830pm when I finally hit the sheets. I was so tired but yet I just kept tossing and turning. The window was open and a nice breeze was coming in but it wasn't helping to sooth me like it usually does. My mind kept coming back to my failed marriage.
My wife and I had gotten married right out of high school at the age of 18. Then, after 24 years of marriage and 2 grown children later we decided to call it quits. We had just grown apart over the few years. Then, about 6 months ago she moved out and left me with the house we had lived in for the past 10 years.
I was laying there thinking about jacking off to help me fall asleep when I heard a noise outside. It was my neighbors coming out of their house onto their patio. They were talking about what a great night it was to have a glass of wine and sit around their fire pit. I looked over at my clock. It was 945pm. I couldn't believe how much time had passed and that I wasn't able to fall asleep.
Before long, I the smelled wood burning and I could hear their conversation as clear as day. The houses were only 5 feet from the property lines. The way the houses were staggered it had my window overlooking their patio where they were sitting. They were literally 30 feet over and down from my window. I actually liked the smell of the burning wood and hearing a normal conversation was relaxing. For the next 30 minutes or so I continued laying there smelling the fire and just listening to their conversation.
I was just starting to fade away to sleep when their conversation turned sexual. They were talking about how they needed to spice up their sex life a little. I listened to how they always wanted to bring a 3rd person into their sex life but never had the guts to follow through with it. This change of topic piqued my interest and it woke me up enough to where I opened my eyes.
Falling asleep suddenly forgotten. I had to hear this conversation. I rolled over onto my side and faced the open window to hear as clearly as possible. It was dark in my room and they had no idea I was listening. It felt a little wrong but if they weren't aware of their surroundings it wasn't my fault. It's not as if I was intentionally spying on them.
"Would you be open to casually looking for a 3rd someone?"
"Yes." He answered.
"I am getting kind of turned on just thinking about it"
"Me too. As a matter of fact, I would sure like to get a blow job right now." He said.
The chuckling response I heard was, "Right now, outside? Are you serious?"
"Sure, why not? We are in the privacy of our own backyard, right?" he asked. "And who knows, it might add that little spark to our sex life that we are looking for" He added.
Still chuckling, "I guess I could live on the edge a little bit. Why don't you stand up and come over here?" A slight pause and then, "Haha. I didn't know you could move so fast you almost knocked me over in my chair! Haha, perfect, now drop you pants!"
Really? Was this really happening just outside my window? I couldn't believe that I was overhearing this private conversation. I had to see for myself if they were serious.
I sat up and quickly swung my feet off the side of the bed and moved over to the window. I stood off to the side where there was no chance of them seeing me. I don't know why I was so interested, especially being they were who they were.
Both my neighbors were guys. Yes I was listening to 2 guys. They are an openly gay couple but they make it a point not to flaunt it in public. So, you might never know if you didn't know them personally. I have spoken to them both quite often over the past 10 years and they seemed like good guys. I've never hung out with them but sometimes we jog a similar route on the early weekend mornings. I always say hello or nod when we come across each other. I have never once thought of or imagined them doing anything sexual together.
As I peered out the window, I watched Steve in the fire light drop his pants and underwear to his ankles as Doug stayed sitting in his chair. From what I could see at this distance, Steve's cock was already hard and protruding straight out into Doug's direction. I watched as Doug reached up and began stroking Steve's hard cock. This was crazy and I was fascinated by what I was seeing.
I kept watching from the shadows as Doug leaned forward and licked the underside of the hard cock in his hands. He licked it up and down a few times like you would a popsicle. As he came up to the tip on one of his licks, he slowly slid the whole head of it inside his mouth. Steve moaned and put his hands on the side of Doug's head and pulled him in a little closer. I watched as he sucked his lovers cock all the way into his mouth. He started stroking it with his hand and slurping on it back and forth with his mouth. I don't know why but I couldn't take my eyes off of the scene in front of me.
Doug slowly let the cock all the way out of his mouth, flicked the tip a couple of times with his tongue and said, "Sit down, trade me places."
Doug stood up and without any prompting Steve sat down in the chair. Steve leaned back and let his arms drape over the sides of the chair. He and I both watched as Doug got down on his knees and grabbed back onto the hard wet cock that was just in his mouth. He stroked it up and down a couple of times. I could hear the squishy wet sound his hand was making as he stroked it.
Then he leaned down, slipped his mouth back over the head and started sucking again. I watched as he stroked the lower shaft up and down with his hand. At the same time his mouth went up and down on the top half following the motions of his hand. I could hear low moans and lots of slurping wet sounds as if I was sitting right next to them.
Now, this is where things got weird for me. I noticed my cock was hard inside the sweat shorts I was wearing.
