Okay, here's the set up: my name is Kash (yes, that's my name); I'm 18 years old and lithe and skinny and good looking, with a mix of European and middle eastern ancestry. My name derives from the latter half of my ancestry. People say that I look like slightly Persian Chris Diamond. I'm a varsity swimmer, and thus I have a swimmer's build, lithe and tight.
I still lived at home when the following events occurred in the summer right before I was getting ready to go off to university in the fall.
It all involves Mr. Cox.
The house next door to my childhood home was owned by Mr. Cox. He was middle aged Caucasian man, and had a great bod. His svelte six pack muscles rippled across his abdomen, and well defined pecs and biceps creased his arms and chest. The salt and pepper hair that adorned his avuncular handsome face was always trimmed and neat. He was a total hot daddy type.
The rumors in the neighborhood about Mr. Cox were legendary. According to the stories, he was scandalizing the wives and daughters in the neighborhood. I lived next door, so I did see a number of women show up at his house over the three years of time that he'd moved in. And the women were good looking, ranging from my university aged to milftastic. They'd show up and then be gone by the next day, often heavy smiles plastered on their faces as they left.
And I could see why the women in the neighborhood liked Mr. Cox so much. He had the most amazing cock. It was huge. It was easily the largest I'd ever seen outside of a porno, girthy and massive. A real manrammer.
How did I know?
Well, I knew because I was watching him fuck a guy through my window right now.
I learned three really important details about the world and myself as I stared across to Mr. Cox's house from my second floor window to his second floor window, which offered a great view of the salacious scene in his master bedroom.
The first thing I learned about the world was that Mr. Cox liked guys too. From the menagerie of neighbors that appeared at his front door week after week, he definitely liked women. But here was visual evidence that he took guys to bed too. And not only did he take guys to bed, he dominated them too.
The second thing that I learned about the world was that I was a voyeur. Not only was I watching Mr. Cox and this guy go at it, but I couldn't take my eyes off it either. Mr. Cox was having a very private moment with another (very) consenting adult and I was violating that moment. But I just couldn't stop watching. He was porntastic.
The third thing that I learned about the world is that I liked guys too. This was the first time I'd really ever thought about the real possibility that I might be into guys. I was getting very hard and horny watching Mr. Cox fucking this guy. It was mesmerizing. Mr. Cox had a young university aged guy close bent over his bed, and was slowly pistoning his huge cock in and out of the younger guy's ass. I would've thought taking a monster cock up the ass would be painful, but the younger guy looked like he was in ecstasy. His mouth was agape, and although I couldn't hear anything, I could see that his moans were timed to Mr. Cox penetrations. Mr. Cox playfully slapped his ass, and then grabbed his hair to hold him down as he went deeper and deeper into his very willing partner.
It wasn't until close to the end that Mr. Cox noticed me through his window. Mr. Cox pulled out of his sub, grabbing his sub's hair to lead him off the bed and onto his knees and eye level in front of Mr. Cox's fuckrod, beckoning his sub's mouth onto the cock that had just been inside his ass. Mr. Cox grabbed his sub's head and pulled his sub's mouth up and down along his glistening shaft at his desired pace. The sub was giving Mr. Cox a great blowjob, and I knew this because he threw his head back with a giant smile plastered across his face. When he reopened his eyes, he saw me.
There he was, a guy in his mid forties getting sucked by a guy half his age, all the while being watched by his 18 year old neighbor. At first a shot of panic flashed across Mr. Cox's avuncular good looking face. Then I think he most have noticed that I liked what I was seeing, because I still didn't look away. I couldn't look away. I continued to stand there stupidly at my window, watching him get blown by this other guy. A nascent smile crept across the left side of his lips as we made eye contact. His hand continued to pull his sub's hair to move his mouth up and down his massive spittle-gleaming shaft at his desired pace as he looked back at me.
He let me watch him for a good minute or so. We looked at each other as one of his hands grabbed his sub's hair and directed his own blowjob manually. He smiled. I smiled. We smiled.
But then he suddenly moved his hips in the direction of the window and both of his hands reached out for the window blind cords. His sub stayed on him the whole time, oscillating up and down his shaft as Mr. Cox lowered the window blinds.
Mr. Cox maintained eye contact with me, continuing to smile as he slowly lowered the window curtains to his bedroom window. As the curtains jangled down, he smacked his lips together in a fake kiss towards me. Then the curtains suddenly dropped and I couldn't see them anymore.
After the blinds dropped, I went to the bathroom and masturbated and came so hard that I couldn't believe it. Watching Mr. Cox fucking that guy had really turned on a light for me.
I wanted to be that guy getting fucked by Mr. Cox. I wanted to be that guy on his knees who was blowing Mr. Cox. I wanted to do what that guy was doing. I wanted to be Mr. Cox's next conquest, next slut.
I didn't have to wait long.
One morning a few days later, I was doing my morning jog in the neighborhood park as always. I heard the compression of carbon plated running shoes accelerating towards me from behind.
"Hey," I heard a deep voice call from behind me. As there was nobody else around, I figured that the voice was directed at me, so I slowed my pace and turned my head around to see who was calling me.
Mr. Cox was shirtless, running in short shorts that revealed his toned legs. His tanned and muscled chest was sweaty from his run.
He ran right up to me, and staring into my eyes from maybe a foot away, just said, "keep your eyes to yourself, pervert." I could feel a little spittle on my face as he said it. Then he ran away, an angry and disgusted look on his face as he did so.
I slowed my pace down to let him pass, and I just watched as his svelte body sped back up to interval pace. He never looked at me.
Well, shit.
I had kinda hoped that when he blew that kiss at me, he was expressing potential interest. I had kinda hoped that Mr. Cox could gay me out once before I went to university in the fall. But that didn't seem to be possible now. In fact, the chances of me getting together with Mr. Cox seemed pretty close to zero.
What happened? Why the previous obvious flirtation and the current rejection of any possibility? He certainly didn't seem disgusted with me when I was watching him.
Well, I should have just moved on. But I didn't. In response to Mr. Cox's "pervert" comment, I decided to do something both unwarranted and very childish. I teepeed his house. That very night, I snuck out of my house after dark and threw six rolls of toilet paper over his house, glazing his front yards trees and roof in thin white paper. His house was a glorious mess and I saw him pulling the toilet paper out of his trees and off his roof the next morning. I watched him pull the toilet paper off his house slowly from my second story window. When he saw me in the window again, I waved and smiled once, just to insure that he knew it was me.
It was a few days before I would go off to university, and all of my stuff was packed in boxes inside my room. I had been packing all day so I wanted to take a swim. It was hot in the California summers.
