Another school Monday had ended. Michael Thompson had spent the last few hours of his day trying to convince sixteen-year-olds to care about the American Civil War. The drive home was a short fifteen minutes. The monotonous hum of his car engine lulled him into a dreamy state. His thoughts strayed to the weekend, and Alex Reynold’s eighteenth birthday party. Alex was tall, at least six feet, with a slim, athletic build. His dark hair was always styled perfectly, and his brown eyes seemed to be in a constant state of curiosity.

A few of the neighbors had gathered to celebrate the young man. They ate barbequed ribs and drank cheap beer from plastic cups. It was an enjoyable occasion for the neighbors attending, but to Alex it seemed to be more of a social obligation. He barely touched his food and mumbled one-word answers to the guests’ questions.

Michael couldn’t help but notice the young man’s restlessness. He assumed Alex would have much preferred a party with his friends, rather than neighbors and close living family. Alex’s mood noticeably shifted though, when his parents announced their gift: he finally got the space above their garage as his new room. The newfound independence and freedom glimmered in his eyes. He’d have a separate space that finally belonged to him.

The garage was detached from their house. A narrow alley of driveway separated the two structures. The long window, facing out towards Michael’s house, would finally put distance between him and his parents. That Sunday it also allowed Michael a front row seat to Alex moving his stuff into his new private space.

Finally, Michael pulled into the driveway and entered the house. He dropped his bag on the kitchen table, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed toward his home office. It was a small room, almost completely covered with books. Two of the four walls were nearly floor-to-ceiling shelves, bursting with novels, some well-thumbed, others untouched. The desk faced the window, overlooking the neighbors’ house.

With a sigh, he sat down at his desk and started to grade the history test his students had taken last week. He had intended to finish them on Friday night, but he fell victim to the allure of a new Netflix series. After thirty minutes of scribbling grades and comments on the exams, the letters on his glasses gradually became unfocused. On autopilot, he reached for his bottle of water and took a deep drink, hoping it would counteract his grogginess.

His gaze drifted outwards, and through the window he had a profile view of alex sitting at his desk. Michael assumed he was doing some homework. He couldn’t blame him - college applications loomed on the horizon, and his parents would expect nothing less than perfection. Alex’s gaze was fixed on his laptop screen as Michael realized his mistake: he wasn’t doing homework at all. Instead, Alex’s hand was grasping himself over his pants. Michael swallowed, surprised by the sight before him. It was a strange feeling to suddenly see Alex like this, to be so suddenly catapulted into his private life. He felt like a trespasser as he watched Alex unbuckle his belt and shove his pants down, revealing dark pubes and an already stiff cock. It was a very impressive piece of male anatomy, larger than Michael had expected for a slender 18-year-old. Michael’s breath quickened as he watched the young man’s hand wrap around his swollen cock and start to stroke. He could almost feel the heat emanating from the hard flesh, and his own dick twitched in response as he observed Alex’s long slow movements up and down the shaft. Alex paused for a moment, reaching up to grab the hem of his t-shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled it over his head, revealing a toned hairless chest. His hand went back to his cock, continuing his rhythmic stroking.

Michael’s eyes were glued to the window, unable to look away as his own cock grew harder in his pants. He reached down to touch himself, letting out a low moan as his fingers made contact with his throbbing dick. Michael felt a thrill of excitement and shame run through him as he watched the young man continue to touch himself. Alex’s movements became more deliberate, his grip tightening as he moved his hand up and down his cock. Michael couldn’t help but mirror his actions, reaching down to touch himself through his pants. He watched as Alex used one hand to touch his balls, massaging and pulling them as he continued to stroke himself.

Michael felt a thrill of excitement and shame run through him as he watched the young man continue to touch himself. He could see Alex’s chest rising and falling as he began to breathe harder, faster. Unable to resist the temptation, Michael unzipped his trousers, releasing his own aching length. He wrapped his fingers around it and groaned silently at the first touch. The tip of his cock was already beaded with precum, signaling his arousal. Michael felt like he was intruding on something private, something sacred, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away. His own hand moved faster, matching the rhythm of Alex’s movements. He could feel himself getting close, his breath coming in short gasps as he watched the young man before him.

Suddenly, Alex’s movements became more urgent, his hand moving faster up and down his cock. Michael’s own hand mimicked the action, moving just as quickly as he watched the young man before him. He could see the tension building in Alex’s body as he got closer and closer to his release. Michael’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as he felt his own orgasm building.

Then, with a final, hard pull on his dick, Alex came. His cum shot out of his cock, landing on his chest and stomach. Michael watched in amazement as the young man continued to stroke himself, drawing out every last drop of his release. His body shuddered with each spurt, and his mouth fell open as he gasped for breath.

Michael was amazed at the sheer volume of Alex’s release. He could see it covering Alex’s chest and stomach as he felt his own orgasm overtake him at that moment. His cock throbbed in his hand, and with a few more quick strokes, he came. Streams of cum shot out of his dick, landing on the floor in a messy display of pure release. Michael’s body shuddered as he came, and he leaned back in his chair, gasping for breath.

He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had just watched his neighbor’s son masturbate and had come in his own pants while doing so. He felt a mix of guilt and excitement wash over him, and he couldn’t help but feel a little bit ashamed of his actions.

Alex looked completely spent. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, and his still hard cock rested on his stomach, still covered in his release. Michael watched as Alex slowly got up from his chair and made his way over to his dresser, his large dick swaying left to right as he moved. As Alex started cleaning himself, Michael quickly zipped up his pants and got up from his chair, feeling like he had just been caught doing something wrong. A shiver ran down Michael’s spine as he imagined the young man looking out the window and catching him in the act. The thought made his cock twitch again, and he shook his head to clear it. He couldn’t let this become a habit. It was wrong on so many levels, and he knew he should stop before things got out of hand. But even as he chastised himself, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of watching Alex again.

Michael Thompson hurried home, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and guilt. The night before, he had caught a glimpse of something sensual, something wild, and he desperately wanted to see it again.

His thoughts wandered to the exciting vision from the previous night—saw Alex, the neighbor’s son who just turned 18, stroking his magnificent 8-inch cock with such finesse and intent. The raw, youthful sexuality displayed dazzled him and left him wanting.

Michael never had any reason to doubt that he was straight. However, the feelings that surged through him were not ones he could easily dismiss or ignore. He couldn’t deny that he kept reliving the exciting vision from the previous day. He couldn’t deny the arousal he felt as he witnessed Alex, the neighbor’s son who just turned 18, stroking his magnificent 8-inch cock. Nor could he deny the desire to watch him again. As he parked his car, he glanced at the window of the space above the garage where Alex now resided. He quickly walked to his front door and let himself in. Tossing his keys onto the hallway table, he rushed to the home office. Michael took his seat behind the desk, ensuring it was positioned perfectly in front of the window, giving him a direct line of sight into Alex’s space. He glanced at his watch, watching the minute hand tick by, as he awaited the possibility of a repeat performance.

Michael couldn’t help but notice his own body reacting in anticipation. A shiver ran down his spine, his heart pounded in his chest, and a familiar warmth began to build in his lower body. Michael’s 7 inches hardened at the thought, creating a bulge in his pants that was difficult to ignore. He shifted slightly, trying to alleviate the growing pressure. It had been far too long since he had engaged in any sexual activities, leaving him more vulnerable to the arousing scene than he previously realized. A part of him felt guilty for his eager longing to witness such a private moment again, but it couldn’t quiet the thrill, the excitement that bubbled uncontrollably deep within him. In his peripheral vision, he caught the familiar silhouette of Alex striding toward the garage. Soon enough, the door opened and Alex walked in. Michael couldn’t contain the fluttering deep in his core. His hands gripped the edge of the desk. Alex wandered around the room, grabbing a few books and settling on his bed in a lazy sprawl. He ran his fingers through his wavy black hair, pushing it away from his face as he thumbed through the pages. Michael noticed Alex’s other hand move from the book, clearly adjusting himself in his lap. His heart raced at the implication, as Alex pressed his hand against the growing bulge in his pants.

Then, his fingers absentmindedly trailed to the waistband of his pants; he shifted and squirmed as if weighing whether or not to give in to the temptation. Michael leaned closer to the window, sensing the momentary indecision and hopeful for what it might bring. To his sheer delight, Alex began slowly pulling the zipper down. Michael’s pulse quickened, his breaths grew shallower. All rational thought escaped him as he stared, unblinking, through the window that now felt electrified with the intense anticipation of what was about to come.

Then, his fingers absentmindedly trailed to the waistband of his pants; he shifted and squirmed as if weighing whether or not to give in to the temptation. Michael leaned closer to the window, sensing the momentary indecision and hopeful for what it might bring. To his sheer delight, Alex began slowly pulling the zipper down. Michael’s pulse quickened, his breaths grew shallower, and the bulge in his pants became even more apparent. All rational thought escaped him as he stared, unblinking, through the window that now felt electrified with the intense anticipation of what was about to come.

As if pulled by an invisible string, Alex lifted his hips and wriggled free from his jeans. The tantalizing image of Alex’s long, muscular legs emerged from the confines of his jeans. Freed from the restrictive denim, his cock clearly tented the light gray fabric of his boxers, asserting its presence with unabashed desire. Michael felt his heart slamming in his chest, his mouth turning dry, and his hands gripping the chair’s armrests in earnest anticipation.

Without hesitation, Alex shifted again, bringing one hand to his waistband and slowly tugging it downward. Michael swallowed hard, as the first delicious glimpse of the teen’s cock emerged. Slowly, languidly, Alex pushed his boxers down, revealing his thick, proud 8 inches in its full glory. The cock jutted out confidently, the velvety mushroom tip showing a slight purple tint. Unable to resist the magnetic pull of the spectacle, Michael almost unconsciously reached down, unzipping his pants and freeing his own erection. Alex’s slender fingers wrapped around his cock, his long digits barely able to fully encircle it. With a leisurely grip, he began to tug, his hand sliding from base to tip before reversing direction. Michael mimicked the action on his own cock, their rhythm syncing together despite the distance separating them.

Alex’s eyes fluttered shut as his hand moved along his length, each tug and pull eliciting a soft, guttural groan. The eroticism of the situation settled over Michael like a sultry mist, dark eyes glued to the beautiful boy next door, skin flushed with arousal as he eagerly indulged in his own pleasure.

Michael could see every detail of the teen’s body, from the veiny bulge of his shaft to the smooth skin of his balls that hung between his legs. He could nearly feel the warmth radiating from Alex’s body, matching the firestorm building in his own loins. The only two things that existed in Michael’s world were the pulse of his own hand and the fluid motion of Alex’s. His heart raced, and veins bulged at the base of his cock as it begged for release.

Alex’s hand moved faster, and his balls bounced lightly against his legs. His expression contorted in pure ecstasy. Michael matched his speed, their mutual pleasure pulsing through the air in a sensual dance. He could hardly believe the taboo situation unfolding in front of him: watching his teenage neighbor stroke his massive cock with wild abandon, all while Michael succumbed to the temptation of indulging in his own carnal desires. Suddenly Alex’s hand froze around his erection. Michael’s eyes darted up, immediately noticing that the teen’s gaze fixated on his office window. A flood of fear and guilt washed over him, as he instinctively pulled away from the sight, heart now pounding with a tangible force. Not a minute later, Alex appeared in front of the window, fully dressed. After one more look towards Michael’s office, he closed the curtains. And that was it. As abruptly as it had begun, the show ceased, leaving Michael feeling disoriented and mildly panicked. Would there be consequences? How would he face Alex after this? These were the thoughts that flooded Michael’s mind as he sat alone in his office, the heavy curtains now blocking his view of Alex’s room.

From that day on, every day after school, Alex always closed the curtains promptly the moment he arrived home. Michael found he couldn’t keep himself from peeking at the window every now and then, even if only to see it remaining closed. Despite his disappointment, Michael knew he should be glad that there didn’t appear to be any consequences. No one came to confront him about his voyeurism.

A few days later, Michael found himself, once again, stationed at his desk, painstakingly grading history papers. Teaching may be a calling, but he was sure no one felt “called” for the seemingly endless grading work.

He sighed, occasionally glancing out his window toward the neighbors’ house. His heart rate quickened as he spotted Alex bounding up the driveway after school. Before long, Alex entered his room and closed the curtains. Michael had come to expect it by now. Yet, that didn’t stop a twinge of frustration building in him each time Alex closed the curtains before undressing. Michael tried to refocus on the stack of papers, but his students’ prose seemed even more lackluster than usual.

His gaze drifted back to Alex’s window. The curtains remained resolutely drawn. Why did this teen have such a hold on him? Why was he drawn so much to seeing him pleasure himself that he felt as if he was going through withdrawal symptoms? He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He tried to focus his attention back on the assignments, but his imagination scattered to images of Alex sprawled out on his bed, body glistening with sweat, utterly lost in the moment. Exhaling, Michael shook his head, forcing those thoughts back into their sealed corners of his mind.

He scanned the pages in front of him, reading the same paragraph at least three times before he was certain of its content. The words didn’t come together to form a complete picture today. The more he tried to concentrate, the more the image of Alex, exposed and vulnerable, beckoned him.

Again he caught himself glancing at the window. Michael froze: the curtains were open and Alex was standing in front of his window, shirtless. Caught off guard, Michael could feel his heart racing. The seconds stretched into an eternity as Alex’s hand slowly moved toward the waistband of his pants. A sudden rush of adrenaline coursed through Michael’s veins as Alex unbuttoned his jeans and began to slowly lower the zipper. Michael swallowed hard as Alex looked directly into his eyes, holding his gaze without wavering.

The teen slid his pants down, exposing himself further in full view of Michael’s prying eyes. There was a defiant raise to his brow, as if challenging Michael to stare. The wanton invitation sent a fresh surge of desire through Michael’s core, like a lightning bolt igniting his soul. Alex’s pants dropped, leaving him in just his underwear. He stood, boldly displaying himself for Michael’s hungry gaze. The boy’s naked skin taunted him, and his heart hammered inside his chest. Michael swallowed hard as he took in the sight of Alex in nothing but his tight, form-fitting underwear. He could see the clear outline of Alex’s more than impressive manhood outlined in Alex’s boxerbriefs. His erection pointed to the right, the tip extending past his leg.

Then Alex slipped his boxerbriefs down, slowly, teasingly. Pulled down with the slowly receding underwear, Alex’s manhood was gradually revealed, inch by inch. At last, his cock sprang free, magnificent and erect, a fat 8-inch monster of a teenager’s desire. Michael couldn’t help but trace the teenager’s length with his eyes, unable to contain the awe and excitement that bubbled within. A shiver of delight coursed through Michael as he drank in the sight of Alex’s arousal.

Unable to resist, Michael’s hand inched towards the waistband of his trousers. Alex remained unflinching, returning Michael’s ravenous gaze stare for stare, challenging the middle-aged man to succumb to his carnal desires. Michael quickly stripped out of his own clothing. Uncertain about his body compared to the perfection of youth Alex exhibited, Michael couldn’t help but feel exposed as he presented himself to Alex. His uncertainty was quickly forgotten when Alex grabbed hold of his cock, casually running his hand up and down the length of it. As Alex began to stroke himself, Michael followed suit, his hand gripping his 7-inch erection. He lost himself in the decadent display, enjoying the thrill of masturbating next to the young man’s bedroom window. Alex’s body was smooth and hairless, his muscles tensed and relaxed as he massaged his rod. Each movement he made was fluid, as if rehearsed for an exclusive audience. Long, slow, deliberate strokes sent his 8-inch cock surging and retreating with each pass. He bit his lower lip, eyes locked on Michael, challenging him to keep pace.

Michael complied, carefully replicating Alex’s tempo as he slid his hands up and down the length of his own 7-inch cock. He watched, transfixed, as the teenager’s fingers trailed from base to tip, spreading a sheen of pre-cum as his shaft swelled even larger. Their eyes never broke contact. Through the window, Alex held Michael’s mesmerized gaze, occasionally allowing a playful smirk to flit across his lips before disappearing just as suddenly.

The younger man increased the pace of his strokes, a calculated decision to push Michael to his limits. But the history teacher refused to be left behind, standing his ground in this dance of desire, cock in hand. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, distraction enough for Alex to press on and take advantage of the middle-aged man’s growing vulnerability.

With every pump, Alex pushed himself closer and closer to that edge of ecstasy. A wave of pleasure rolled through him as his speed and intensity increased. The corner of his mouth quirked into a sly smile. He loved the power he held over the man observing him.

The thrill of being watched created a delicious tingle up Alex’s spine, which ultimately intensified as he felt the growing pressure at the base of his cock. It spread from his loins to his fingertips, his toes curling as his balls churned and tightened. Michael could see Alex’s balls draw closer, pulled up and ready to unleash a tide of lust. His own pleasure was steadily building, the head of his cock swelling to a plump, dark shade of purple. Each stroke grew more forceful as his balls drew up tight to his body. Michael gasped, helplessly at the mercy of the teenager’s commanding presence.

Alex sped up, every motion increasing in both speed and intensity. His mouth opened as he moaned or panted, unheard by Michael. The boy’s thrusting hand tightened a little, stroking faster. Michael matched him stroke for stroke, his breath growing raspy at the exertion. His pulse rang in his ears and he could feel himself on a precipice, dangerously close to careening over that edge, hurtling towards a powerful orgasm. With one final, hard stroke, Alex threw his head back as the pleasure claimed him. His body shuddered, and his cock spasmed, leaving long ropes of cum jetting across the window. Alex pumped out load after load as his abs contracted. Michael was beyond captivated; he watched the young man lose control, each spurt of cum splattering against the windowpane with visceral intensity. The sight propelled Michael off the cliff’s edge, plunging him headlong into his orgasm. As Alex continued to shoot a seemingly endless volume of semen across the glass, Michael erupted. His seed spurted powerfully from his throbbing cock and coated his window. The obscene amount of Alex’s release dripping from the glass aroused Michael to no end. He groaned, unable to wrench his eyes away from the jaw-dropping sight of Alex ejaculating for all the world (or at least their little suburban street) to see. As their mutual climaxes began to wane, Alex rested a hand on the window frame and continued to stand naked before Michael. His cock, still engorged, hung heavy between his legs. With a small, satisfied smile, Alex pulled up his boxer-briefs and disappeared from the window. Michael remained, breath still heaving as he tried to steady himself enough to move. His own messy orgasm greeted him on his desk and window with a silent, obscene testimony to what had transpired just moments ago.

The next few days Alex and Michael settled into a secret, exhilarating routine. Every afternoon, Michael would perch at his desk, grading papers as a mere pretense to keep him occupied. Most of the time, his thoughts wandered, the papers a disregarded mound in front of him. Every day he eagerly awaited the moment Alex came home from school. Soon after Alex would appear in front of his window, signaling the start of his post-school ritual.

After checking that Michael was watching, Alex would nonchalantly undress—revealing his taut body and the hardened 8-inch cock jutting out in front of him. Michael, in return, would follow suit, stripping off his own clothes, all while keeping his eyes locked on Alex.

And then it would begin: the mesmerizing dance of their hands gliding up and down their cocks. Every time Michael was drawn in by the deliberate movement of Alex’s hand as he stroked his monster cock. There was something so raw, so uninhibited about the young man’s actions that ached of primal sexuality and freedom—an allure that pulled Michael further in. Alex showed no shame, not an ounce of fear in pleasuring himself, reveling freely in the joy that his body’s reactions brought. Every flick of their wrists brought them both closer to the edge, with their breaths coming out in short, sharp huffs. Shamelessly, Michael watched Alex’s face twisting in pleasure as he approached his climax. He couldn’t help but feel a thrill knowing that Alex clearly got off from being watched.

Michael’s eyes drank in every detail of Alex’s raw pleasure, captivated by the fluidity of his strong, confident strokes on his slick cock. Each thrust was almost primal in nature, full of a young man’s uncontainable lust. Watching Alex cum—again and again—became Michael’s favorite spectacle. The way Alex’s body shuddered and writhed, his cum flying out in powerful spurts, was an exhilarating sight that left Michael wanting more. He couldn’t help but be impressed and enthralled at the sheer volume Alex consistently produced. The allure of observing the teenager in his most primal and vulnerable moments was intoxicating, almost addictive.

Alex watched just as intently as Michael did. While pleasuring himself, Michael knew the boy next door was taking in the sight of him, cataloging every twitch and tremble of the man’s body. And Michael loved it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cum several days in a row, but watching Alex and showing off to him seemed to reawaken something inside of the older man. The fourth day after Alex and Michael started this secretive ritual, Michael again was anxiously waiting for Alex to come home. He found himself checking the clock increasingly often as the time neared for Alex to arrive. Then the doorbell rang and Michael cursed. He considered ignoring it, so caught up in his own world of lust and want. As the bell rang again, he reluctantly moved toward the door.

His annoyance, however, dissipated instantly as he came face to face with his young neighbor. Alex stood at the front door, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. “Hey, Mr. Thompson.” Michael struggled to respond for a moment, his brain still stuck on the image of the naked Alex Reynolds he’d grown accustomed to these past few days.

“Can I come in?” Alex’s question snapped Michael back to reality. He stepped aside and gestured for Alex to enter.

“Of course! Come on in,” Michael finally said, as Alex stepped inside. Alex walked briskly ahead, looking around. Michael closed the door and followed him at a slower pace, still unsure of what was going on.

Alex walked into the living room and after looking around, dropped his bagpack on the floor. He turned to face Michael, then seemed to hesitate for a moment. Alex’s cheeks were flushed with a slight blush, giving his youthful face a warm glow. For an awkward moment, silence cloaked the air between them as they stood facing each other.

Then, Alex slowly started to unbutton his shirt. Michael’s breath hitched as he took in this unexpected action. Alex undid the last button, allowing his shirt to open up. He slipped his shirt off, revealing his lean chest. Michael’s mouth went dry. This was a sight he had grown accustomed to—the intimate actions of the young man he had been watching, now unfolding right in front of him. When Alex kicked of his shoes, Michael managed to regain his composure.

“Alex, wait.”

With his hands on his belt, Alex froze.

“What is it, Mr. Thompson?” he asked, uncertainty lacing his voice.

“Not here,” Michael answered, pointing to the windows. “Follow me.”

Michael gestured to the hallway and turned to walk to his bedroom. Alex did not say anything, but he followed Michael closely.

“Here we are safe from prying eyes,” Michael said as he closed his bedroom door.

Finally assured that Michael wasn’t instructing him to leave, Alex let out a low sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly softening. He reached for his belt buckle, and unfastened it with a deliberate ease. Neither of them blinked as the sound filled the room, heavy with anticipation.

Taking off his own shirt, Michael glanced at the lump in Alex’s pants. His 8-inch cock was still hidden, but its presence could hardly be denied. Michael’s mouth went dry, as he stared at the noticeable bulge in Alex’s jeans. The thrill of the situation left him both nervous and excited.

Alex smiled knowingly, his gaze locked with Michael’s. Slowly, he lowered his zipper, revealing the smooth mound of his stomach as he pulled his jeans down. He wore a pair of white boxer briefs, the fabric hugging his muscular thighs and emphasizing the heavy shape beneath. Michael’s heart thundered in his chest. His own hands trembled slightly as he unbuttoned his jeans, mirroring the way Alex had just done moments earlier. Standing now in just their underwear, they both drank each other in.

As if on cue, they simultaneously pushed their boxers down, letting their rigid cocks spring free at last. With Alex’s cock swaying right in front of him, Michael could see the details that had escaped him the previous days: the veins wrapping around its length, how the skin stretched taut around it. He noticed that his pubic hairs were confined to his pelvis, leaving his balls, cock and inner thighs silky smooth.

Alex, in turn, took a few steps back and reclined on Michael’s plush king-sized bed. His back hit the mattress, and he leaned against the headboard, his dick resting heavily on his abs. Michael quickly climbed on the bed, settling next to Alex. They remained quiet for a moment, the silence between them thick and charged with promise.

Their eyes traced each other’s bodies, memorizing every detail of the masculine flesh before them. Unable to resist any longer, Michael reached out to touch Alex’s thigh. The younger man shivered under his touch and bit his lip, seemingly trying to keep his pleasure in check.