Rear End Window

I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But, all that changed a few months ago.

My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City, on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbor, with a courtyard in between. Those of you who have seen the classic movie Rear Window understand. In some strange way, while spying I felt like Jimmy Stewart. Only instead of being a wheelchair-bound photographer, I was a freelance writer with too much time on his hands.

It all began quite innocently. As I said, my back window faces my neighbor's back window. I have my desk set up right in front of the window. I enjoy the afternoon light that streams in on a sunny day. Anyway, directly across the courtyard from me on the first floor lives Tim Macmillan. I don't know too much about him except that he moved in about three years ago, he's divorced with an 18-year old son who lives with his ex-wife in Connecticut, and he works for an ad agency in the city.

Then, there is the obvious. By obvious, I mean Tim's appearance. He's probably about my age, in his early 40s. He's got brown hair that is graying slightly at the temples. But, still he's sexy as hell. And, he's in good physical condition. That is obvious even through his designer suits. He's big chested and has strong arms. Not to mention, he's got a tight round butt. So, I guess he goes to the gym as well.

Most of our conversations consisted of a quick hello or an exchange on the current weather. There never was much more. Then one evening, while coming home from my evening walk. You see, I walk when I have writer's block. It helps clear my head. On this night, I notice a moving van in front of his building.

I spotted Tim in the back of the van and casually said, 'So, you're moving.'

That's when he informed me that he was not moving out. But in fact, his son, Danny, was moving in with him. It seems the boy was starting college here in the city in the fall. So, he would be living with his dad. I wished him a good night and was on my way.

I have to admit I was curious about what his son would look like. After all Tim himself was very hot. So, I could only assume that his son would be a sight to behold. I was lost in my thoughts as I entered my apartment. I went to my desk and sat down to work. I looked at the clock and it was three minutes to 7:00 p.m. I'd better get to work. I casually glanced out the window when I saw him. He was pulling back the curtains in the first floor apartment across the courtyard. It was the Macmillan apartment. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Either this was Danny Macmillan or I had stepped back in time and was seeing Tim Macmillan as an 18-year old kid.

Danny was the spitting image of his dad. He had the same brown hair, minus the gray. He had the same basic body shape. But, I'd never seen Tim without a shirt. This kid was topless, with perfect pecs and chiseled abs. His arms were huge.

I watched as he began unpacking boxes. Apparently, this was going to be his room. I don't know what this room had been used for before because in the three years that Tim had lived there I had never seen the curtains open once. Danny continued moving around the room, setting things in their new home. All of a sudden, he turned and bent over to pick up something. My heart leapt. He was wearing nothing but tight soccer shorts. As he bent, they wrapped around his ass and hugged it. This kid had the biggest ass I'd ever seen. I don't even know how to describe it. It was massive. It appeared to be straining against the thin material of his Umbros.

Needless to say, I got lost in all sorts of fantasy. I wondered what he'd look like without the shorts. I wondered how he ever found shorts or pants that would fit over those massive ass cheeks. I looked over at the clock to find it was 10:15 p.m. Had I really been watching this young man for over three hours? I became slightly embarrassed at myself. I decided to take a hot shower and turn in. I'd get up early and start on my article to make up for the time I'd lost. After my shower, I glanced out the window again. Danny's light was out. So, I went to bed.

I arose the next morning at 6:00 a.m. and went straight to my desk to begin work. Again, I gave a quick look out the window and peered into Danny's. My timing was perfect. As I looked in, I saw him enter the room and close the door. He was in a tank top and a very revealing pair of running shorts. I then noticed the room. He must have continued unpacking after I went to bed, because all of the boxes were gone and the room appeared to be set up. In one corner, Danny had it set up like a gym, with a bench, weights and some other workout equipment.

Danny made his way over to the bench and sat down. He peeled off his sweat-soaked tank top. He must have been jogging. Then, he reached down and undid his sneakers. He stood with his back facing the window, slipped his hands inside the waistband of the little shorts and shucked them too. He was bent over for only a second. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Underneath he wore the smallest pair of underwear I have ever seen. They were yellow bikini briefs and were riding up his big ass exposing his perfect gluts. I could feel myself drooling.

He then stood up and began his workout. Over time, I was to learn that this was Danny's routine. I'm not sure what time he rose, but he always got back from his run just after 6:00 a.m. He would then strip down to just his bikini briefs and pump iron for about an hour. Again, I found myself wondering how he found briefs to fit over that big butt of his. There wasn't much to them. But, when he raised his legs to work his lower they seemed to disappear as they rode up his massive ass crack. And, the collection of underwear this kid had was amazing. In three weeks, I'd never seen him in the same pair twice.

It became my daily routine. I would wake up at 6 a.m. every morning, seven days a week, to watch Danny strip down and workout. Since he moved in and opened those curtains, he never once shut them. It was as if he didn't care what anyone saw. He wasn't embarrassed about anything. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. But, privacy just didn't seem all that important to him.

After his workout, he'd shower and then come back into his room with a towel around his waist. Still soaking wet, he'd remove to towel and dry off. Bending over, he'd dig his towel in between those big buns to get every inch dry. I was in heaven.

That's when I dug my old binoculars out of the closet. I might as well put them to good use. How great was this? It was as if I was right in the room with him. I could see every inch of him. At first, I felt ashamed of myself. But, I told myself that if he didn't want anyone to watch, he would close the window. I know this was a flimsy argument. But, it worked and I continued to watch.

One morning, after watching Danny for about three months, something different happened. He returned from his run and stripped down as always to begin his workout. Today, he had on red and white striped bikini briefs and was hot as ever. His back was to the window and he was doing squats. I loved when he did squats. I loved to see that ass pop out at me. All of a sudden, the door flew open and in stormed his father, Tim.

In one hand Tim held a slip of paper. Even with the binoculars it was hard to make out what it said. But, whatever it was sure had Tim furious. His arms were flying all over the place to illustrate his point. His face was red and it was obvious he was screaming. Danny looked scared. It appeared as if he was trying to speak but Tim kept cutting him off.

Danny bent down to set the weights on the floor. As he did, his stripped bikini rode up his ass. He appeared to be making a hand gesture of some kind. Maybe he was trying to plead his case. Tim would hear none of it as he continued to yell.

Then it happened. Tim lost it. He grabbed Danny by the arm and pulled the kid over his knee as he seated himself on the bed. Now, Danny was over his dad's lap with his ass in the air. Without pause, Tim dropped the paper and brought his hand down hard on Danny's left ass cheek. Danny began to struggle.

Tim stopped and grabbed Danny's chin, causing the son to look his father in the eye. I don't know what he said. Whatever it was worked, because Danny quit fighting and just laid there.

Tim started spanking him again. He alternated cheeks. He would spank the right cheek, then the left and back again. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Here was this 18-year old stud being spanked by his father. Needless to say, I got hot watching this scene unfold. Mr. McMillan continued working over his son's ass. Suddenly, he reached for something on the nightstand. It was a hairbrush. He began to use the brush on the poor kid's ass. Danny jumped at the first stroke.

Tim grabbed hold of the waistband of the skimpy briefs and tried to yank them down. Danny started to protest and fought to keep them up. Tim grabbed the boy's chin again and said something that caused Danny to relent. He let his father lower his briefs. I couldn't believe how red his ass was. It matched the red in his briefs.

It must have finally broken him, because now Danny was kicking with each swat to his exposed ass. As he kicked, his legs spread wide apart and opened the globes of butt. The poor boy's asshole became noticeably visible. Here he was; 18-years old, hot as hell, spreading his meaty ass and showing off his hole. Damn, I was hard as a rock!

I caught a glimpse of his face. It was red and wet. He was crying. This beefy bodybuilder was crying at being spanked over his father's knee. Tim continued for a few more minutes. When he stopped, he had Danny stand. Now, the kid's back was to the window and I got a good view. Danny's shoulders would raise and lower as he continued to sob. His big melon ass checks quivered, as he stood fully naked before his father. His ass was a tomato red all over.

Tim pointed to the corner. Danny waddled over to it with his skimpy briefs still around his ankles. He stood facing the corner as Tim stood up and headed for the door. As he left the room, Tim said something to Danny. I continued to watch as Danny stood in the corner and his sobs began to subside.

He stood like that for nearly half an hour with his ass peaking out at me. At last, Mr. Macmillan came back in and said something. In obvious pain, Danny slowly pulled up his bikini briefs. Tim said something else and gave him a fatherly hug before leaving.

Danny didn't finish his workout that day. After his father left, Danny removed his briefs and laid face down on the bed and applied lotion to his big round sore ass. He fell asleep lying there.

Danny's workout resumed the next day. It appeared as if all had been forgotten, with the exception of the red ass cheeks peaking out from underneath his tiny white briefs.

In a few days all the redness was gone and he hasn't received another spanking from his dad. But, the curtains still haven't been closed since he moved in and school doesn't even begin until next week. This means that there are four years of possible spanking ahead for me to witness. I wonder how Tim would react to poor grades. Only time will tell. And I'll be waiting with binoculars in hand.