This is a work of pure fiction. It describes homosexual and bisexual acts in detail. It is not meant to be seen by those not of legal age. If you are not of age or offended by homosexuality, please don't read further. Comments and criticism may be addressed to Woodrow_h@hotmail.com.
Awakening
Junior year of high school was at last behind me. The first day of vacation I just laid around the house watching TV and playing games on the computer. It was particularly warm for early June, and about 4:00 PM I decided to take a shower to cool myself off. Going into my bedroom to undress, I chanced to glance at the window which looked out at the house next door. What I saw made me do a double take. A guy who looked to be about 30 or so stood near the window, stark naked! He was staring at something beside the window and holding a swollen hard on, stroking it with his hand! Fascinated, I moved to the side of my window where I felt the guy couldn't see me if he happened to glance over this way. I'd never seen another guy jerk off before, though I did it almost daily myself, but always in the privacy of my bed or on the john. Suddenly the guy looked up at my window. I jumped back quickly, brushing the partially drawn curtain causing it to move. I held my breath for a moment then snuck another peek at the guy. If he had noticed anything it apparently hadn't fazed him, as he was really leaning into his work now. Faster and faster his fist slammed into his groin, flogging his meat for all he was worth. Watching this was having an effect on me, and I felt a strain in my shorts as my own cock began to swell. I unzipped my fly and pulled it out, fondling it gently as I watched the furious action across the areaway. I could tell he was about ready to shoot when his body stiffened, his hand slowed and gripped the piece so tightly that his knuckles were white. Even from ten feet away I could see the copious wads spurting from it. After a few seconds, it began to go limp. He turned full face to the window, eyes half closed and a benign smile on his face, then turned and walked out of the room. Meanwhile, I was now working hard on myself, and just as I was ready to come, grabbed a sock off the floor and streamed my juice into it. I felt slightly dizzy, and a pleasant feeling rose in the pit of my stomach. I had to reach out and steady myself to keep from falling. When my head cleared, I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower. Try as I might, I couldn't shake the image of the guy next door, and was vaguely troubled at my own reaction in watching him. Sure, pictures in girlie mags had usually provided enough stimulus to evoke a session, but another guy? What was wrong with me? Though I was still a virgin, I had dated girls from school, and was as quick as any to cop a feel in the show if they'd let me. I had never any doubts that I was as normal as the next guy, and would have my share of girls when they were willing to take the step. Still, I had just watched another man jerk off, and it had aroused me. Mom noticed that I was unusually laid back at dinner, and asked if I was feeling OK. I said I was just tired, and as if to demonstrate that, went to bed shortly after 9:00. I looked across the areaway and saw that the curtains of my neighbor's window were drawn. The house had just been sold, and the new neighbor had moved in a couple of days ago. No one had introduced themselves to date, though mom usually whipped up one of her famous pies and called on new neighbors. She'd just not gotten around to it yet. My sleep was fitful, and I awoke in the morning with a tremendous erection. My hand slipped under the covers and gripped it. On a whim, I got out of bed and walked over to the window and looked across. The curtains were still drawn on the other window. Without opening the curtains on my window, I began to jack off just as the other fellow had done. I wondered what his reaction would be if he were to see someone doing as he had. Boldly, I reached out and pulled the curtain aside, standing there naked as the day I was born and gripping my steel-hard pecker. The opposite curtain never moved, and, tired of playing to an unseeing audience, I dropped it and got dressed. After breakfast, I did the few chores that mom had laid out for me before she went to work and then went down to the park with a basketball. I played Horse with a few guys, then a pickup game, and came home for lunch about 2:00. As I walked by the neighbors' house I could see that the bedroom curtains were still drawn shut. I had left mine open from the morning. I fixed myself some soup, and then played for awhile on the computer. About 3:30, I saw the fellow next door walking up to his house carrying his steel lunch pail. I figured he must work a day shift somewhere. I switched off the computer and went up to my room, fully expecting that his curtains would still be closed, but my heart gave a little jump when I saw that they were open. I sat on the edge of my bed, and after a few minutes, the guy appeared at his window, naked again. As he began to fondle himself, his gaze was directed just to the right of him, and he half turned toward the corner of the room. Not knowing what got into me, I slipped out of my clothes and took my place at the side of the window as I had yesterday. His cock was now rock hard and sticking straight out, and to be truthful, so was mine. He seemed to be going at it a bit slower today, and frequently looked over at my window, smiling. I had a crazy urge to reveal myself to him, but was too shy. It wasn't that I'd be doing anything he wasn't, but it would have been crushing to have him indignantly draw the curtain shut, thus turning off the show. He was still working slowly on himself, luxuriating in the warm firmness he held in his hand. Once he looked at my window for almost a full minute, and I was afraid he might be able to see me after all. Then he waved his free hand in a gesture for me to move toward the window. I ignored it at first, but when he did it again, I realized that he knew I was there, and knew that I was watching him. Taking a deep breath, I stepped directly in front of the window. His eyes went immediately to my crotch and the stiff cock in my hand. He smiled broadly, still slowly rubbing himself and, never taking his eyes from me, stepped up the pace. I felt myself about to lose it, and with one more jerk, started spurting onto the window pane. The jizm ran down it in little rivulets. The guy across the way redoubled his efforts, and in a second or two, similarly soiled his own glass. We stood there, facing each other, grinning sheepishly. I felt embarrassed, and slowly drew the curtain shut. As I moved toward my bed, I staggered. I lay down and went to sleep, not waking until almost 8:00 PM. Mom was cuddled up on the couch with her current guy, and hardly paid me any mind. She only grunted slightly as I announced that I was going out for a while. It was still pretty bright out as I walked toward the corner soda shop where our crowd hung out. On the way I caught up with a girl named Gloria that I had gone all through grammar school with. We had never been what you'd call friends, but we knew each other and were comfortable walking together. I had always figured her to be pretty homely, with that plump, albeit busty figure, the big Italian nose and the dark line of moustache on her upper lip, and once, in 7th grade when I had to dance with her in class, had noticed that her whole body seemed to be covered with coarse black hair, I had decided that she would be easy to forget. By sophomore year, however, she had developed a reputation for being an easy lay, and never seemed to lack for guys to pay attention to her and buy her cokes. As I walked beside her making small talk, it came to me that while I was playing super moron across the gangway from a stranger, this girl was passing out pussy to an ever growing number of guys who thereby discarded the stigma of teenaged virginity, gaining the confidence to make bolder and even more rewarding moves with less approachable girls. OK, I thought, you're a heterosexual, this one is of the opposite sex, why not see what its all about? How to approach this without getting put down or feeling I was putting her down was the sticking point. Just before we got to the hangout, I swallowed my nerve and asked her to go to the movies with me "sometime." To my relief, her answer was affirmative and as noncommital as the question: "sure, anytime." Awkwardly, I said I'd pin down a date when I'd raised some scratch and she accepted that as necessary. In fact it was, as I only got $5 a week for allowance, and that was only if I did all the chores. "Payday" was Saturday, two days off. Typically, at the hangout, the guys all sat together and the girls all sat together, only occasionally breaking the segregation to dance to a favored number on the jukebox. Not being any great shakes as a dancer, I nursed my coke for an hour and then walked home. As I let myself in, mom and the guy on the couch with her were into some serious necking. Though he drew his hand away quickly, I knew he had been fingering her pussy, as her dress was hiked up way above her knees. Both were blushing as I walked by and murmured goodnight. No sooner had I turned the corner of the staircase, I could hear their heavy breathing again, and knew that the springs would be singing on her bed tonight. To my surprise, I saw that the light was on in the room across the way. It was nearly 10:30, and I figured the guy would be either watching TV or already asleep. I cautiously parted the curtain, and saw that his was drawn wide. I couldn't see him anywhere in the room, but figured he was likely in the shower and would emerge shortly. I wondered if there was to be a reprise of the afternoon, and with the randy thoughts about getting Gloria alone, my cock began to stiffen in anticipation. Suddenly he did appear for a brief moment, only to draw the curtains. Thinking he was about to turn in, I began to undress to get ready for bed when I looked over at the window again. There were two silhouettes outlined against the sheer curtain! I turned off the light in my room and crept to the windowsill and slightly parted the curtain. Only vaguely behind the drawn curtain across the way could I see that the two figures were clasped in an embrace. They held it for some time, then one of the figures dropped down. I gasped in disbelief. Whoever was over there with him was going down on him! My cock was now straining for attention, and I fairly ran to my bed to lie there and imagine Gloria doing the same to me. No sooner had I soiled the bed linen, than I fell fast asleep.