Jared, My Neighbour

Chapter 1

Spying my neighbour

First it was what seemed to me just a reflection. For a moment I thought it was like a whip falling down.

I saw this in what little I could glimpse in my bedroom blinds, which were shut. I was then about to sleep and was taking my clothes off for I always sleep buck naked and I preferred doing it here, in my basement, for it was a cozy warm place. My house faced my neighbour Jared’s house.

I’m Louis Hardman and at 34 I was at present a teacher of history at university. I live on my own in this more or less luxurious villa.

The villa had a garden and after that you could find Jared’s house, first a terrace where I often saw him drinking a beer. In those moments I greeted him warmly. Sometimes he’d invited me to a coffee, that’s what I prefer drinking, and we had talked for half an hour or so.

Jared worked as an electrician and is about 40. He’s my size, tall but not too much, short dark hair and his face made me think of cops in movies. I think that were Jared a good actor, he could be hired to play the part of valiant cops. He only missed a uniform but now he had also grown a moustache.

Indeed what I was watching now was Jared’s basement. He also had one but I didn’t see any beds so he didn’t sleep there as I did. My blinds were shut as I said before but through a crack in them, I saw that his basement window was half open. Oh, he should have been more careful.

I really saw Jared holding a whip in his right hand and it descended and crashed on a naked boy’s chest. I hope I can well describe now what I saw. In the middle of the room, he had what I soon knew, I didn’t know it that night, it was called a St. Andrew’s cross and a naked boy in his twenties was then crucified there. He was being flogged by a cat o’ nine tails. Jared didn’t flog him softly.

Though I wasn’t aware that my dick was getting hard, I was naked now, I continued looking but with a horror doubt now. Had Jared maybe kidnapped a boy and he was torturing him? Should I call the police?

I decided I should keep on looking for I couldn’t report my neighbour to the police if it was, say, a kind of sadomasochistic fun agreed by both. I saw Jared had his briefs on and nothing more. He continued flogging the boy but now kissed his lips passionately. I still had my doubts but started to think it was consensual after all.

Now Jared grabbed the boy’s dick and started jacking him off but he kept on lashing him and also kissing him. Finally I saw the naked boy was cumming. He was talking: from where I was, I couldn’t hear his words but his eyes seemed to be thanking Jared.

The boy was untied but soon I saw him assuming a position on all fours and Jared first dropped his briefs. “Nice cock”, I unconsciously though, longer than mine anyhow. And next I saw him fucking the boy relentlessly but I couldn’t notice pain or horror in the boy, who no doubt would be screaming for help if he had been kidnapped. Again Jared’s lips met the boy’s and he started touching him completely and the fucking continued. By that time, I had just become convinced that it was just two gay boys enjoying sadomasochism and my neighbour seemed the master. When Jared finally came in the boy’s ass, I saw that I was surprisingly shooting a load in my basement floor. Didn’t get angry at myself for that and thought that I’d better go to sleep after all but I was not asleep when I heard the sound of my neighbour talking. I approached the window and I saw Jared saying goodbye to the boy kissing his mouth.

-So long, Adrian, you hot boy.

-See you in three days, master.

So once I saw that everything was all right, of course my neighbour should enjoy his sexual life the way he preferred, I also noticed that my boner wouldn’t quit. I should masturbate in bed and thought: why not?

It was true that I had never paid any attention to boys so far, but the images I had just seen spying my neighbour were hot enough to wank over. The crucifixion turned me on, even the flogging, the hot kiss between two boys, the image of my neighbour Jared fucking. In fact not having paid attention to boys before did not prevent me from seeing Jared as he was: a really handsome and even sexy boy. I was half an hour jacking off thinking about him and also about that boy whose name I’d known at last: Adrian. When I finally came, I slept quite satisfied and got the resolve of spying my neighbour now.

So now I got the habit of often spying Jared. He had all his sessions, I suppose they’re called like this, in his basement and apparently he only had a slave. But Adrian didn’t come every day. I thought that since every day that Adrian came, he was always lashed, he didn’t come more often for his body couldn’t be whipped every day of course. So he came twice a week, not always the same days.

I was also eagerly waiting for the moment Jared fucked Adrian, something he also did in every session. They were long fucks and I intuited Adrian was fucked painfully by his master but looking at his eyes, I also saw that he was really enjoying. And finally it was such a hot picture to see Jared taking his dick out of Adrian’s ass still dripping semen and it was then that the slave also came and I liked seeing him cum too.

Now surprisingly I got the habit not only of spying every session but of putting myself in Adrian’s shoes and imagining it was me who was at Jared’s mercy and he did to me everything I saw him doing to Adrian. I had no shock at myself for wanking increasingly more over the image of Jared using his slave and in a second masturbation I had daily over my neighbour, I imagined myself being crucified and flogged and soon I thought what could I feel if I were also fucked?

But almost in every session Adrian also gave blowjobs to his master and never the other way around. I saw that their roles were clear: one was the master and the other one the slave and it was only Adrian who sucked Jared’s cock or the only one who was fucked.

I saw Adrain one day was being placed a chastity cage but was soon removed. One other day Jared was punching his balls and he yelled but Adrian’s eyes showed fun and sometimes I could read his lips and always said: thank you, master.

He also had to devotedly tongue bathe his master. I saw Adrian slowly licking his master’s feet, his pits, even his ass and always ended with a blowjob. I imagined Jared being sweaty for in fact many times he’d invited me to have a drink in his terrace, he smelled of sweat. I went as far as picturing myself licking Jared’s sweat and curiously my masturbations thinking just this drove me crazy as if something hidden in me was clearly telling me that I wanted to know man tastes.

But one day I saw something that drove me totally crazy, more when I even imagined my sexy neighbour doing it to me, for now I always thought I was being done anything Adrian was being done. The slave was again crucified, something that by the way was usual, but not every day. And suddenly Jared pushed his whole fist in Adrian’s ass. I heard a scream of pain but Adrian’s eyes only told him to go on. And indeed Jared kept on fist fucking him for an hour and Adrian came three times. I’d never heard of fist fucking but now I also got the habit of investigating about sadomasochism in my computer and soon learnt that it was something usual. So much fun I noticed in Adrian that after his third cum, he kissed Jared more passionately than ever and again I read his lips and heard how he asked my neighbour to fuck him now.

Always randy at their sex, always spying Jared and Adrian (just in case I spied through all the windows, but they only had sessions in the basement), I spent three horny months, wanking as I saw them, wanking later remembering what I had just seen, always imagining myself as Jared’s slave and hornier than I’d ever been with a girl. I didn’t know what I wanted but it was as if something in me were telling me that my real wish was surrendering to Jared.

One afternoon that I was coming home from work, Jared called me to him. He was having a new beer in his terrace and as usual he was affectionate, a good neighbour inviting his neighbour to a drink and a chat.