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I had never considered myself as a voyeur. However, this is an account of the time when that all changed.
It all started on a hot and humid week in late spring. The weather had been unusually warm for the time of year, in the mid 70 degrees Fahrenheit. I had been working on landscaping and redesigning the back garden and because of the heat and humidity, T. Shirt and sport shorts were the preferred attire.
My house is a detached property with a very wide and long garden to the rear. Behind my garden there is a row of large terraced houses, one of which directly backs onto my garden, separated from it by first, a narrow alleyway and then row of thick conifer trees that shielded my house from the back of all the terraced houses providing complete privacy.
The house had been empty for quite a while, but recently new owners must have moved in because in the evening there were lights on. The tree at the back of their house, that hid it from my garden, had also been removed now giving me an uninterrupted view of the rear of their property. My next door neighbour, who always seemed to know everything about everyone who lived in or moved into the immediate area, had informed me that the people who had moved into the house were a middle aged professional couple with a son who was nineteen, and was about to start at University in the city, in September.
Up to that point I hadn’t met any of them. As we approached summer the evenings were staying light for longer and I was working in the garden until about 10pm. I had peeled off my sweat soaked shirt and sat in a garden chair, drinking a cool can of beer as it finally went dark. Suddenly, a light illuminated the rear bedroom window of the house overlooking my garden and for the first time, I realised that it was not an ordinary window, but a full height French window. There must once have been a small metal safety rail outside it, because the brackets that once attached it to the wall were still there, but the balcony was not. The curtains were drawn back and the figure of a man was standing side on, in front of the window. He was naked except for a white bath towel wrapped around his waist and appeared to be looking into a mirror, whilst wiping his long, dark, wet hair away from his face. He was pale skinned and of slim build. His hairless torso, slender waist, arms and the calves of his legs, showing beneath the towel, had an almost sensuous feminine quality about them.
I gazed upon this vision of male beauty, fascinated and excited by this private peep show and within moments I felt my erect penis pressing against the front of my shorts, tenting them outwards. The man appeared to be oblivious to me sitting in the dark below, because a moment later he removed the towel from around his waist and began to vigorously dry his hair with it, revealing his cock and low hanging balls, nestling in his dark pubic hair and swinging from side to sides a result of him doing so.
As they did, the movement caused him to become aroused and I watched intently as his penis began to pulse and engorge, until it extended ram rod stiff in front of him, by I guessed, about eight inches. He stopped drying his hair and let the towel drop to the floor.
Gently he began to stroke his right hand across his chest, then tweak his nipple between the thumb and finger, as he caressed his heavy low hanging ball sack with his other hand, slowly rolling them across his fingers. Letting go of his nipple, he lightly ran his hand downwards across the skin of his torso, until he reached his cock and wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft he began to masturbate. At the same time gripping, caressing and pulling at his ball sack with the other hand. He moved his hand slowly over his wonderful manhood, drawing the foreskin back and forth, causing the head to slide in and out beneath it.
Gradually, he increased the pace. I was transfixed by what I was looking at, my heart was pounding, exhilarated by this secret act of voyeurism. As I watched the show unfold above me, I was rubbing my hand across the shaft of my cock through the fabric of my shorts, a large wet patch of pre-cum was soaking through. The lad in the window was now completely engrossed in the joy and sensations of his masturbation, his chest was rising and falling as his breathing quickened in time with the increased pace of his wanking. He was getting close to his climax.
I was getting close as well. I could feel that tell tale build up of pressure at the base of my cock. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum so badly! I hadn’t been as aroused as I was by this gorgeous mans private show, of which I was a secret observer, in a very long time. Ripping my shorts down my thighs, I gripped my rock hard cock and looking up at the window mirrored the stroking of my shaft in time with the ever quickening pace of his wanking. Faster and faster we beat off in private unison, each unaware of the other. Suddenly he turned face on to the window, his hand a blur as it flew up and down his cock, he threw his head back and let out a silent scream of ecstasy, as rope after rope of thick spunk erupted from the end of his manhood, splattering against the glass!
Almost simultaneously, my own orgasm exploded from the end of my penis. I closed my eyes as shot after shot, after glorious, mind-blowing shot of pure delirious pleasure, flew into the air landing in streams of white, glutenous cum across my stomach and chest! I sat in the chair in a state of absolute bliss, breathing heavily, as my spent cock, still turgid lay against my thigh.
After a few moments, still in the wonderful afterglow of my orgasm, I looked up at the window, the lad was still stood there, cock still erect, as they are at that age, even after orgasming, ready to go again. He was looking right at me, with a broad grin across his face, he nodded his head at me in acknowledgement and drew the curtain across the window, plunging everything into darkness. I sat there for a few moments in a state of shock. Had I made a noise without realising it, when I had cum, giving myself away, or had he known I was there watching before that? In which case, had he put on the show for me? I made my way back into the house and after showering went to bed. I did not sleep well, I had convinced myself that the lad would tell somebody that he had a peeping Tom for a neighbour who wanked off watching him get ready for bed. He could easily deny his own part in the proceedings. The next couple of nights I saw him at the window again, naked drying himself, but I stayed indoors too nervous to watch again.
On the third evening there was a knock at my front door. I opened it and the man from the house was stood there. He was wearing a tight fitting white tennis shirt and grey jogging bottoms and trainers, He was obviously going “commando” as the shape of his cock and balls, was clearly defined against the front of his joggers. He was incredibly handsome, vivid blue eyes, long wavy light brown hair and a smile to die for. “Hi, I know we have seen one another before,” he said with a knowing grin, “but we have not been introduced and I thought it would be nice if we could get to know one another better. I’m Paul from the house behind.
” “Hello, I’m Steve.” I replied, caught a little off guard, wondering where this was going.
“I missed you in the garden the last couple of nights. I was wondering, He suddenly held out a towel he was carrying. my shower is broken, would it be possible to use yours?”
He said grinning, the bulge in his pants noticeably growing outwards.
I looked at his bulging cock and breaking into a laugh said,
“Of course you can, come in.” “You can give me a hand, Steve, if you would like too?”
Guiding him up the stairs to the bathroom, I said,
“I think I would like that, very much!”
“I thought you might!”
