IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS :
This is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
© redon.boy[at]gmail.com, 2020. No part of this story "The street where I live" may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without the permission of the copyright owner.
I am lucky that Nifty exists and posts my story. Please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little helps. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
CHAPTER 5 - Window work for Mark
We stayed in that position, both coming down from our high, until my softening cock popped out of him, pulling a stream of cum with it. Carlos rolled over and looked at me. "We'll make a good man fucker of you yet. Swim"? With that he jumped up and kissed me before sauntering down to the lake again. I got up and followed him, admiring that hairy ass of his. Yes, I want more!
It was getting late so we pulled our shorts back on and headed back to the house. I asked Carlos if he wanted a shower or to have some food, but he apologised saying that he needed to get going. He gave me a lingering kiss and then told me to call him next time I was free and horny.
I ate something, went upstairs, had a shower and crawled naked into bed. Rachel came home about 2am and woke me up. She smelt of drink and sex, so had obviously had a good night out and apparently not just with the girls. She was still horny though so we had sex. We didn't make love, it was to raw and quick.
I woke up about 8am, went to the bathroom and then went downstairs to put the kettle on and make some breakfast. It was breakfast for one because of how late my beautiful wife got home, plus the fact that the kids were at her parents still. I hadn't bothered pulling on my shorts or a bathrobe and was enjoying the feeling walking around freely. We didn't have curtains up yet, but that wasn't a problem as the bushes around the property are quite big so the neighbours can't see in.
There was a knock at the front door. I froze in my chair! Damn, I hadn't brought anything down with me and had to walk past the GLASS front door to get upstairs. I looked around and saw the kitchen apron, which I pulled on and quickly tied around my waist, leaving my hairy buttocks exposed to the air.
I opened the door and there stood a middle aged man with black hair with quite a bit of white starting to show. He had a vest on, which allowed me to see his strong arms and chest hair. He also had a pair of shorts on showing his muscular legs. On his feet he wore a pair of flip flops. "Cute" I thought to myself as I said "hi" to this new stranger.
"Hello Stu, I'm Mark. I believe you've met my wife Becky, from across the road". We shook hands and chatted for a while. During this time I completely forgot what I was wearing, or rather not wearing. "Look Stu, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, and I don't want you to think that I'm spying on you or something, but well you see, god this is embarrassing"!
I raised an eyebrow and said "Mark, there is no need to be embarrassed, we're both grown men and we're neighbours. Spit it out".
Mark had already gone bright red, which made me wonder what had happened. I noticed a slight tent forming in his shorts. "Well, you see, the problem is that Craigs room is on the street and well you see, I was in his room this morning and I saw a movement in your kitchen through your window. The computer is in there next to the window. I was't spying on you and you are free to do what you want in your own house. Its just that with no curtains, some things are quite visible, and I wouldn't want the kids to see. Not that its not a nice thing to see, I mean from what I saw you have a great cock and ass. Oh, erm sorry, I don't now where that came from" Mark practically stuttered.
"Note to self : people can actually see into the house" I though to myself. I grinned. I could have fun with this. Marks tent showing that he probably enjoyed mens bodies as much as I'd enjoyed Carlos'.
"Well thanks for letting me know. It doesn't happen often you know. The kids are out. I promise I'll take more care". I said. We wished each-other a good day and Mark hurried back across the street. I went to the lounge window and looked out. I could only see their neighbours bedroom windows from there, so I went to the kitchen. From there I could see the window he was talking about. I couldn't also see Mark sitting there. I leant against the kitchen counter, the cold marble surface touching my buttocks, watching him. He kept looking out of the window in my direction.
When I was sure he was watching, I pulled the top part of the apron over my head and started rubbing my chest and stomach, watching my hands as I did so. I looked out of the corner of my eye and could see that Mark was staring at me. I started rubbing my hands across the front of the apron as my penis started fill with blood.
I looked up again and I was sure that I could see Marks arm moving up and down. I reached behind myself and undid the apron, letting it fall to the ground, exposing my naked body and hardening cock again. I lifted on leg up and lent back on the counter slightly. Then I grabbed my cock around the shaft and gently moved my hand up over the head. With my other hand I played with my nipple.
I sat there wanking in the window, sneaking looks to see if Mark was still watch. I could see his arm moving so I guessed he really was enjoying the show. I pumped a little fast, pushing the first drops of precum out. I took some and smeared it on my ass, using it as lube on my rosebud. The feeling of my wet fingers on my ass pushed me over the edge and my whole body spasmed as the first rope of hot white cum shot through the air splattering on the window. The next landed on the floor by my foot and the third flipped up onto my tummy.
I scrapped my cum off my belly and took it up to my lips where I licked it off. I looked up and saw Marks head flip back. "Kinky bugger. You did enjoy the show. Hope that means we can play some more" I thought to myself before thinking "Oh shit, Stu, you've just jacked off like a window hooker in Amsterdam for your male neighbour and now you're thinking of sleeping with him! Whats got into man".
I quickly jumped of the counter, grabbed the kitchen paper, cleaned the window, floor and then myself off just as I heard step coming down the stairs. Phew, that was close.
Thanks again for reading, your constructive or positive comments are greatly appreciated so feel free to email me. Check back for chapter 6.
Cheers Red.