I knew the minute they opened a halfway house for naughty lads around the corner there’d be trouble. But the minute I mentioned it on the local WhatsApp group I was shouted down! Far too many lefty liberals in this area, choking on their organic muesli to outdo each other in the woke stakes. The fact is if you fill a house full of criminals in a residential area, the crime rate is gonna go up! Doesn’t take a genius. But that didn’t stop judgemental Vanessa in Number 39 labelling me as ‘Right Wing Rich’. I’m not by the way, I’m pretty centrist Rich, handsome, 38, a hairy ginger Vegan Guardian reader who washes his clothes with eCover! But people love to label each other. So I decided to wind my neck in and not waste my breath in future.
Then about two weeks later what happens? A gang of the thuggish little sods came down our street in the middle of the night to play a game of baseball. Only instead of using their bats on a ball they chose the wing mirrors of half the cars on the road. I don’t drive, so I was smugly unaffected. I was even more smug when right-on Vanessa lost her windscreen to the little shits! The whole thing did, however, make my husband Peter paranoid that we were going to get burgled. To be honest I think the idea of a rough scally barging through the door and running amok in our house is more a fantasy than a fear but that’s just me. Peter’s always been the cautious one. You might even call him vanilla, although I did once catch him wanking off to a FunSizeBoys video so who knows? Anyway I gave in to his moaning and invested in one of those camera ring doorbells.
It’s got a motion detector on it and records anyone who comes to the door. Last week we got a parcel from Amazon unceremoniously dumped on the step, with an email confirming it had been delivered. It wasn’t stolen but the heavens opened and the parcel was in bits when I got home. I opened it to find my fancy new copy of ‘And Then There Were None’ by Agatha Christie in soggy tatters! Amazon were pretty good and sent out a replacement – but I’d had a bad day in work so was in a shitty mood. So I decided I was going to check the doorbell camera to see who the lazy postie was so I could have a word with him next time I saw him. Peter wasn’t home yet so I sat down with my phone alone and went through the videos until I found it. I didn’t recognise the postie. Pretty nondescript gangly string of piss to be honest. But I was distracted from looking at the postman when I saw something far more interesting going on in the background.
So the old dear opposite in number 10 has this really fit nephew or grandson or whatever who comes around once a week. He’s a pretty student type, curly dark hair, rugger bugger body, all stocky muscle with an arse like a mountain. And he drives – so he’s not quite jailbait! Me and Peter perv off him whenever we see him pull up in his red mini. Peter laughs as I run to the window and watch his chunky arse wobble on his way into the house, but that doesn’t stop him having a good look too.
The red mini was parked up in the background of the doorbell video and as the postie waltzed off, I got a clear image of the fit boy in his car, obviously video-calling someone. His phone was in his left hand as he spoke to someone on the screen, but it didn’t take me long to realise his body was jerking in his seat. His right hand was out of view and from what I could see that’s where the shaking was coming from. I thought maybe he was scratching his knee or foot as he spoke, but the jerking went on. And on. And on. And his face was contorting in all manner of expressions. He was having a wank right there in the drivers’ seat of his car! My dick stiffened as I watched him lose himself in the moment, then stop abruptly. He looked down, scooped something up and sucked his fingers in a very obvious way for whoever was on his phone screen. Then he looked around, as if the reality of where he was had dawned on him. He laughed and quickly hung up – and then my video ended.
I checked the time of the video and it was 2.10 in the afternoon. It’s a time when most of the street is quiet as people are in work, but still a huge risk to do something like that. I was hard from watching it, imagining his fist pumping up and down his cock which I was picturing to be girthy just like the rest of him. I wondered if his cum was thick and creamy, and how much of it he spurted. But I also wondered what on earth he was playing at!
I immediately sent the video to Peter at work and he replied with a whole host of emojis, not to mention a big fat ‘WTF?!’ We joked about how was best to let him know we’d seen him in action, but left it at that.
Then a couple of days later I was at home for lunch, when I saw his mini pull up across the road. Sliding my bowl of Heinz tomato soup out of my way I made a mad dash for the window and sat just beside the curtain so I wouldn’t be caught watching. Sure enough, he sat there in the car for a few minutes just scrolling on his phone. Then with a gorgeous cheeky smile on his face, he checked his wing mirror, looked over his shoulder… and suddenly he was lifting up his t-shirt! From what I could see he had a muscular hairy chest. He stroked it for the entertainment of whoever was on the phone, and then started to rummage around with his hands out of view. He held the phone aloft, in selfie mode again, and started to give them another show, much like the one I’d watched days ago only now with added torso!
I couldn’t resist touching myself as I watched this hot young lad masturbating right out there in the street. I slipped my hand into my work trousers and started to grope my hairy ginger cock, sliding the foreskin back and letting my pre cum ooze all over my white briefs. But then something else caught my eye. Just up at the top of the road, a police car was pulling in to park. The lad in the mini clearly hadn’t noticed and was tugging himself off for his audience with abandon. I couldn’t let him get caught! So I zipped up my trousers, stepped into my shoes and rushed to the front door. Hot-footing it out into the street, I saw two policemen getting out of their car just up ahead, so bound across the road to the red mini and slammed a hand on the roof.
Peering in I saw his fat rigid prick red in his hand, and a look of sheer horror on his face as he realized he’d been caught. He fumbled to button up and lowered his window, panicking.
“Mate I’m sorry I didn’t… I…”
“No it’s fine!” I laughed. “I just wanted to let you know there are police on the way!”
“You rang the police?!”
“No they’re just here, it’ll be about the vandals, but they’re right there, I didn’t want you to get arrested!”
I pointed and he saw the police were going to number 6. I looked down at his bulge and just smirked, enjoying having the power over this absolute fittie.
“If it was up me you’d have at least shot your load.” I winked and turned and headed back into my house. I was buzzing with adrenaline at having seen his throbber, having engaged with him, and then even flirted with him. I’d stepped way outside my comfort zone on three counts and loved it!
Shutting the door behind me, I felt the blood pumping and a tent was emerging in my trousers. I was so turned on by the encounter I had to shut the blinds, spread out on my bean bag and flog my dick thinking about his fat red end, imagining it smearing my face with his pre cum. He was a horny exhibitionist who was 20 at the most, he must have cum-cannons full of fluid. I kept imagining it pumping out all over me as I greased my bone and lost myself in the bate, building to a big finish when suddenly…
The doorbell rang. My ginger balls turned blue as I stood, grabbing a nearby cum rag towel and wrapping it round my waist as I rushed to the door in annoyance. The grouch in me instantly left when I opened it to find the gorgeous wanker stood there on my doorstep.
“Oh!”
“Sorry,” he said. “I just… wanted to apologize. I know I must seem like an absolute pervert.”
“A bit,” I joked. “But then I was perving off you so…”
“Really?”
His eyes travelled down to the towel – and the log that was still swelling and boned up beneath it.
“I’m Danny by the way,” he said, awkward.
Random but sweet. I responded, “Rich.”
He just nodded, looking down at his trainers.
“I spotted you last week too,” I said.
“Shit. Fuck. I thought nobody was home and…”
“In the whole street? Anyway, that’s why exhibitionists get off on it, right? The idea that people might see? Mind you you’re pushing your luck a bit by doing it right outside your Gran’s.”
“She’s my auntie,” he said. “And… I know. But. Long story. Look I’m sorry.”
He turned to go.
“I do love a story,” I said, stopping him from leaving. “Don’t mind it being… er… long.”
Danny looked around at me, his ruddy rugger boy face flushed with a mix of humiliation and excitement. I didn’t say another word, I just stepped back as if to let him cross the threshold. He was a little like a deer in the headlights and I loved that. He looked back over his shoulder to his Auntie’s, then down the road… and gave in. He followed me into the house. Closing the door behind him, I led him through to the living room which was still dark with the blinds closed, the scent of my masturbation hanging in the air.
“Sorry it’s so dark,” I said. “Was having a bit of private time.”
I sat down in my arm chair, legs spread in my towel, and gestured for him to sit opposite on the couch.
“Nice place,” he said. “Bit more colourful than my Auntie’s.”
“Two homosexuals live here, what d’you expect?”
He laughed. “Your fella home or…?”
“No he’s at work. He’ll be furious he missed you.”
His eyes widened. “Why?”
“Because you’ve been our wank fodder for the last few months,” I told him, feeling my cock start to inflate under the towel.
“For real?” He smirked, the exhibitionist in him clearly over the moon at hearing this.
“Don’t act all surprised, Danny, you clearly like to show off and be admired. I mean… you like it enough to crack one off in your car in broad daylight…”
“Yeah about that. It’s all part of a game.”
I was intrigued. This lad was getting more interesting by the second. “Go on.”
“Me and my mate, we… we dare each other to… wank off in public or strip off in public or… sometimes fuck in public.”
What had been subsiding under my towel suddenly sprung back to life. “That’s so hot,” I sighed. “So that’s who you’re… on the phone to when you do it?”
“Yeah. And then he video calls me and he’ll be like wanking on the bus, or getting head from his boyfriend in Lidl.”
I almost coughed up a lung laughing at that. “Not in the middle aisle, please.”
“Exactly. We make each other laugh but it’s horny too.”
“I’ll say it’s horny!” I responded. I spread my legs a little and my tool twitched for him to see. “So have you fucked in public for him to watch?”
“Not yet,” he confessed. “I’ve had a couple lads on Grindr say they’d meet me in a car park but they always bail at the last minute.”
“What a shame!” I said. “He’s winning the game!”
“Yeah the cocky fucker won’t let me forget it either,” he grunted.
“What if you video called him right now and told him you were getting a BJ from your Auntie’s neighbour?”
He suddenly laughed. His eyes were glued to my slowly spreading legs. “You’re joking right?”
I let my legs gape open and my ginger cock and balls flopped out from under the towel, my shaft bouncing free.
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“Wow.”
His eyes were on my cock, his mouth was widening in a hungry gape, and there was drool emerging from his lips.
“You’ll catch flies in that mouth, Danny,” I warned him playfully.
“Rather catch a load.”
He slid from the seat to his knees and started to crawl towards me. I was NOT expecting him to go all sub on me but I wasn’t going to stop him. Like a cum-seeking missile he dove in, slurping me down in one go, throating me like an absolute pro. I cried out, gripping the arms of my chair as the force of his suck brought my arse an inch or two off the cushions. He gripped my shaft and sucked it hard and fast. The heat of his throat, the swirl of his tongue and the pure suction power of his lips sent me into a groaning trance. His head bobbed up and down fast and furious, and as he started to crank the dick with his hand I knew I wasn’t going to last. The heady mix of his skills, the horny situation and the fact that I’d already got three quarters through a wank before he showed up made a perfect storm.
“Wait!” I cried… but it was too late.
The tingles tore through me as my engorged dong exploded its swimmers in his mouth. Danny pulled back, letting my remaining ropes of man juice cover his face. I gasped and moaned as he kept tugging, milking me for all I was worth. Each squeeze brought a blast of my babies to splatter a different corner of that face. I beamed down at him as he looked up at me with big doe-eyes, his sweet mug pebble-dashed with the produce of my sack. As I caught my breath, he quickly reached into his pocket. He took his phone out and handed it to me.
“Get a shot of me with the facial,” he said. “It’ll drive him nuts.”
I chuckled, taking the phone and aiming it right at that gorgeous smile.
“Say cheese.”
He giggled as I took his photo. Then as I handed the phone back to him he stood, his own cock protruding through his jeans. I reached up and gripped it.
“Now what are we gonna do about this?”
“Good question.”
“Well. You’ve got a game to win. Come on.”
I stood, grabbing my discarded trousers and leaving my cummy towel on the floor. Dressed, I took hold of Danny’s hand and he wore a confused smile as I led him through the house and out the back door into our nice little middle-class yarden.
“Ignore the washing line,” I ordered him, going to the back door and opening it to the alley way. I beckoned him to follow me out, stepping over bin bags until I pushed him up against the wall.
“I don’t get it… what-“
“Video call him. You’re about to get your public BJ in the alleyway behind your Auntie’s house.”
I dropped to my knees and he laughed in surprise before making the call. Danny’s cummy face flushed even more as I unleashed his fat meat, slick with pre that had pooled in his boxer briefs. I slurped up the sticky mess from the cotton, waiting for his call to start before I put that bell end in my mouth. It rang a few times before I heard it connect.
“Okay what happened, did you chicken out?” the mate laughed.
“Fuck no, I upgraded!” Danny responded. “I’m behind my Auntie’s house and turns out one of her neighbours is a filthy cock-sucking whore. Fucking watch this, man!”
He tilted the phone down to capture my smiling face as I winked to camera and engulfed his fuck tool in my wet slut of a mouth. He moaned loud as I went to work on his shaft, slurping and spitting on it for theatrical effect. I moaned, groaned, gagged, made all the right noises as his mate watched and wanked. As if it wasn’t hot enough to be on my knees sucking Danny off, I could see his equally hot blonde student mate gooning out on his phone as he watched us, stroking a long thin cock on his sofa. His eyes were on mine as I worshipped the oozing prick, so it was like being part of a virtual three way.
“Good boy!” his mate growled over the phone. “Suck that cock for me. Suck it like you’d suck mine!”
He slapped his wet cock on the camera as if it was my face and I nodded obediently, lifting the heavy schlong up to feast on the hairy sweaty nuts beneath. Both lads were moaning in unison, cooing their filthy encouragements as I sucked for my life.
“Yeah you filthy cunt, you like sucking two young lads off?” the mate growled, making me really wish he was here in person too.
“Swallow our dicks you dirty perv!” Danny moaned, encouraged by his friend. I loved hearing this side to him.
“Let’s see that tongue in action!”
I slowed down, pulling the tip of the cock to the tip of my tongue and then giving it a slow squeeze to push more of that precious salty honey out. I tongued his piss slit and then rubbed it across my lips before sucking the whole shaft back in hungrily. I picked up the pace and made Danny shake, his head falling back as he cried out, keeping the phone pointed my way. His mate was stroking fast and hard, his knob glistening above the phone camera. Their moans built into a crescendo until I didn’t know who was who. I just heard…
“I’m gonna cum bro!”
“Me too bro!”
I opened my mouth wide, positioned just under the tip of his flared head, and above it I could see his mate starting to cum over the phone. One virtual gush sent Danny over the edge and suddenly he was erupting white sticky lava directly on to my tongue, up my nostril, across my cheek and down my throat. He cried out loud, still performing for his mate but adding to the whole scenario. I responded in kind, moaning and slurping like a starving man given his first meal in a month. He tasted salty and rich, and his load was thick and juicy.
As his mate came down from his cum high over the phone, my new friend shook his bell end over my face, slapping my forehead with a sticky mess.
“Good lad!” he grunted before tucking himself in and turning the phone to face himself.
“Beat that!”
“I’ve got a better idea,” his mate said. “Let’s just share that fucker!”
My heart leapt at the thought of it, but the prospect only got hotter when Danny had hung up the phone. As we cleaned up in the yarden, I joked with him, “Love all that bro shit. I mean it’s a bit American…”
“What, me calling him bro?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh no it’s not an American thing it’s cos… Never mind.”
I stopped him, intrigued. “No, go on. What were you gonna say?”
Danny smirked, knowing I was hanging on his every word. “I called him my mate before but… fuck it. I’ve sucked your cock, the ice is broke. I call him bro because… he’s actually my brother?”
I was agog. “You are messing. You’re winding me up!”
“Swear down, mate,” Danny replied. “He’s my annoying little brother! That’s why I have to win every fucking game, put him in his place. Thanks for your help! You’re a legend.”
He patted my shoulder casually and was off back into my house to head out. I was left stood there in shock, immediately hard again having learned this vital bit of knowledge. I knew I had to tell my other half ASAP – and then arrange to help them out with their next little game!
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