The Neighbour's exhibitionist son

My first story i have written in a while but I have remained a fan of the site and the many stories. This is just a short story that I might add a second part to in the near future. I hope you all enjoy.

Our gardens back on to one another as do our modern houses. At the rear of their house at the upper floor are two large windows, one on the left a bathroom window that is frosted, the one on the right a bedroom window and the window of their son’s room.

I recall when he was nothing more than a scrawny rather geeky young lad who constantly knocked on my door asking for me to retrieve his football that had been kicked over the fence, but he is certainly not scrawny or geeky looking now and it is difficult not to look and admire the handsome man as he walks down the street and greets me politely.

You know what, I can’t recall a time when he ever closed his bedroom curtains, and when the lights were on at night the whole room would be illuminated brightly like a theatre stage that could be seen clearly from my guest room. I had walked into the darkened guest room numerous times to catch him in his room in just his underpants, or more often nothing at all, and I often found myself curiously watching him for no other reason than he was there on show. I didn’t think he realised the clear view I had from my house that was slightly raised on higher ground, and the view afforded through the binoculars that had once been used for bird watching and now found a whole new use.

I felt like a dirty perv as I adjusted the lenses to turn the blurred vision crystal clear, his room magically brought into mine as I watched him in detail playing video games and watching TV in the nude. Then there were the times he sat at his computer naked watching pornography, stiff prick in hand beating off sporadically as he found something interesting to watch. I couldn’t see the screen to see what he was watching, but I could always see the pleasure etched upon his face as he began to stroke erratically, his clenched fist a blur as he got ever closer to orgasm.

“Good morning” Tim said as he approached me on the pavement whilst I was walking the dog “good morning I replied looking at his face and instantly envisioning his cum face, that scrunched up look with mouth open wide as he spewed his generous nut load over his broad chest and smooth flat stomach.

My dog made a fuss of him and Tim crouched down to say hello as my mind continued to flash with memories of him at much more intimate moments.

“Did you see the full moon last night?” Tim enquired as he continued to make a fuss of my dog.
“No I didn’t” I replied having heard something vaguely on the news but not really having paid much attention to it
“I could see it from my bedroom pretty clearly last night” Tim added glancing up and staring at me intensely and adding “it was a pretty amazing sight”.

I gulped and felt my mouth instantly go dry. The only thing I had seen from a window last night was him during a marathon masturbation session and I wondered if this was him alluding to the fact that he knew I had been watching.

“I heard about it on the news” I confirmed trying to sound interested
“Oh you missed out than. You really should have seen it” Tim said still looking up at me as he stroked and patted my dog that nuzzled and sniffed between his thighs and at his groin in a manner that made me envious. “Maybe you will get a chance tonight to get a good view”
I cleared my throat and responded in a raspy voice “Yeah I will keep my eye out tonight for sure”.

He stood up and smiled with bright white teeth “well maybe you will see me later, bye” Tim said before turning and walking off
“Bye” I responded a little delayed as I thought to myself ‘he knows, he knows I have been fucking watching him’.

Late in the evening I patiently waited in the darkened guest room for his lights to go on, and as they did I watched him enter and shut the door, and as I had done on so many occasions I watched him strip off his clothes until completely naked. Tonight however I could not help but notice as soon as his underwear were pulled down that he was already fully erect, aroused by whatever it was he had in mind.

Tim went to his computer but only to pick up the bottle of lubricant he had stashed away hidden. He walked over and stood facing the window before squeezing some lube on to his palm and applying it to his cock slowly, his hand gliding up and down his length in a leisurely erotic manner. His hand passed mid stroke and he began to grind his hips back and forth, his hand stationary as he gently fucked his clenched palm.

I watched as he took two steps forward towards the window, all the while screwing his fist, grinding his hips and moving his cock in and out with ever increasing force, and then he looked out of the window as if looking directly at me. If I needed further proof I had it as he smirked and winked.

How long had he known about me watching him, and had all this time had it been a performance? Had my viewing him added to his arousal and pleasure and given him an added thrill when wanking off.

I began to stroke my stiff cock as I watched him staring in my direction, and then I done something I had never dared do before. I leaned over and turned on a small lamp so he could now see me looking back through binoculars. It felt risky but I had to know if he knew, and from his reaction he there was no doubt...

Tim grabbed at his cock with both hands and I could tell he was gasping by his facial expression. He moved closer to the bedroom window and pressed his thick stiff prick against the pain of glass smearing it with pre cum. With his palms, chest and stomach now pressed against the window he humped the glass, rubbing up and down leaving a snail trail from his state of arousal. His laboured breathing steamed up the window where his cheek was pressed and his movement become hurried, he was close, I could tell. I had seen that expression so many times before, but not usually as quick as this.

Seeing me looking back at him had tipped him over the edge and brought the orgasm on prematurely, I watched his frantic jerky motions as his cock squashed against the glass, and then he paused. His chest heaving in and out rapidly as if hyperventilating, still his body pressed firm against the glass like a bug on the windshield.

Tim’s load exploded up against the window, a milky load smearing up between his torso and the glass with gooey droplets dripping down as his face grimaced with ecstatic pleasure, and I watched in total amazement as I stood and shot my own load over my window.