The Neighbour's exhibitionist son

The phone talk had added a new element to proceedings, even if it was me doing most of the talking, encouraging him to do some things, instructing him to do other things, and generally talking dirty whilst he jerked off.

Yet when we met on the street it was still like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. There was no mention of our nightly activity, or the multiple text messages, images and video clips that he now sent on a regular basis.

As Tim said goodbye after another brief mundane morning chat I reached into my pocket "oh I got this for you" I said and I handed him a small plain grey box.

Tim could not resist the urge to open it straight away and I watched as he examined the broad leather black strap within.

Tim didn't need a cock ring to enhance his manhood, and he certainly didn't need one to help maintain an erection. The sole purpose was something that I had given him that I knew would be in physical contact with his cock and balls when I talked to him later that night.

“I have never tried one of these out before” Tim said instantly recognising what it was
“Well now you have one to try out” I remarked
“Cool, thanks”
It was hard to tell if he was genuinely pleased with the gift or if he was just being polite as he smiled, and that in turn made me question if it had been the right thing to do.

My doubts were proved to be misplaced over an hour later as I received a text message. ‘Thanks very much for the gift, it feels very comfortable and makes my bulge rather big. Already had a few looks at work’.

‘Bigger’ I thought to myself ‘you are already big’ I smiled at the thought of him wearing it while at work all day.

An hour later another text message arrived

‘Been so horny had to go in the urinals at work for a quick wank and nearly got busted’

And at the end of the message was the obligatory smiley face followed by a devil emoji.

I chuckled to myself, why couldn’t he wank off in a lock up like anyone else. Then I read another text thirty minutes after that.

‘I swear my underwear is saturated with pre cum, a great big damp patch where I can’t stop leaking, keep checking to make sure it isn’t filtering though my jeans because it will look like I have pissed myself. Can’t believe a simple leather strap can have such an effect. Totally love it’

I am pretty chuffed with myself, and feel the need to rub out a load at the thought of Tim in his pre cum soaked underwear, hmm. What I wouldn’t do to get my hands on those right now. But I resist the urge and just have a bit of a grope of my stiff prick.

The texts continued and I was wondering how on earth Tim was getting any work done. And then come the text I was least expecting.

‘Can I drop in and see you after work?’

I can hardly stop my heart racing with excitement, the thought of Tim in my house, for as long as I have known him he had never put a foot past the threshold.

My excitement is replaced by anxiety as I look at the clock and anticipate his arrival. I don’t even know what to expect, what is the reason for his visit? Guess I am going to find out soon enough but I can’t stop my nerves being on edge, it is different when you are just viewing someone through a window, like viewing someone online there is that sense of control over the situation.

The doorbell rings and I take a couple of deep breaths before opening the door “hey Tim come in”. For whatever reason he looks more gorgeous than ever, and I can’t help but feel intimidated by the charisma that he exudes, those sparkling eyes and that handsome face.

“I just wanted to say thanks for the gift and thought you might like to see it on” Tim says casually as he steps past me in to the hall. I gulp and nod, shrugging my shoulders before managing to say the words “yeah sure, why not”.

The usual confidence I feel when talking to him on the phone when he is wanking off for me in his bedroom is seriously lacking, and my eyes open widely as he undoes the button on his skinny jeans before unzipping, right there in the hallway before I have even closed the front door.

Fuck I feel like I am having a hot flush as he tugs at the tight fitted jeans and pushes them down his smooth thighs, my attention fixated on the impressive bulge and the damp patch around the head that he had described earlier. He was not kidding, the drenched patch radiated out from around his helmet.

Without hesitation he yanks forward the elastic waistband of his tight fitted pale blue retro Y-front underwear with the navy blue Y at the pouch, his hard cock unleashed there in the flesh, the aroma of his arousal unmistakable as it hangs thick in the air. I inhale deeply his fragrance as I look lustfully at his cock, the tightly wrapped foreskin that has parted enough to expose a portal of darker flesh, pooled with strongly scented pre cum through which I can make out his piss slit.

“So it fits pretty good doesn’t it” Tim says snapping my attention to what it is I should be examining, the leather cock strap that he has pulled as tight as he dare around the base of his cock and nut sack, the strap making the veins swell and bulge as it restricts the flow of blood.

“Pretty snug” I remark as I crouch down for a closer examination. Not even the binoculars afford me this close a view. I can see every detail and every vein and pore, along with the few straggling light blonde hairs that have been missed when shaving.

It doesn’t escape my notice that his hands have gone from by his side to behind his back as he stands feet slightly apart and back straight, his cock jolting causing a long thread of pre cum to drip down before my eyes. I can hear his breathing and look up to see the rise and fall of his chest, he is excited, not that I needed his breathing to tell me that with his cock stood so rigid and upright. Tim raises his t shirt exposing the smooth firm stomach and the cute belly button that protrudes a little rather than being sunken, a narrow trail of wispy golden blonde hair runs down the centre of his chest and stomach, abruptly ending where he has shaven.

Tim raises his t-shirt higher exposing fully his muscular chest, not overly built or bulky, just right for his size, a swimmer build. His nipples are two small circles of dark flesh with a protruding centre that looks just right to nibble upon and play with.

I can’t tell if this is a look and don’t touch scenario, we hadn’t discussed the boundaries or limits in this situation. But it doesn’t matter, for now I am content just to admire him here in front of me, and in a stern voice I give an instruction as I remain crouched, my eyes at crutch level “stroke your cock for me”.

Tim’s over enthusiasm soon shows as the slow steady strokes soon give way to a quicker pace as I intently watch. “Slow down” I order abruptly, ensuring he knows who is in command as I feel a surge of the power that I had felt lacking when he arrived. He obeys, his motion immediately slowed to a gentle tempo as I scrutinise him closely, leaning forward and watching his clenched fist working his length, dragging back the foreskin fully to expose the engorged head, and then pushing it forward until it conceals the large helmet and hangs loosely and gathered up off the tip, the pre cum frothing at the loose nib and releasing more of its scent.

“Take off all your clothes” I order making him stop masturbating just long enough to undress.

He stands before me in all his glory, his breathing shallow and excited, interrupted by the occasional gasp for air as he continues to gently masturbate. His clothes scattered on the floor, his underpants scrunched up next to his right foot beckoning to be picked up.

I wonder if he will think me weird if I do what I have been thinking about doing ever since he mentioned the damp patch in his underpants. But then I realise I have witnessed him devour his own spunk hungrily.

Tim watches as I reach out and pick up his underpants, looking at me inquisitively wondering what I am going to do. I feel the still warm fabric against my fingers, my index finger pressing against the damp patch as I stand and look at him in the eyes, my neck having to crook as he stands taller than me at six feet two against my five feet eight.

I raise the underpants to my face and am greeted with a pungent aroma, the cock and balls having leached a musky scent that has been built up throughout the day, added to by his continuous arousal and bouts of sporadic wanks. Woven threads of cotton brimming with pheromones providing a natural high as I press the warm material of the pouch firm against my nose and mouth, inhaling deeply.

He is not disgusted. He is curiously turned on by my dirty deed, wanking whilst watching as I savour his scent, the moist fabric coming into contact with my lips causing my tongue to dart out and explore, the salty flavour infused into his underpants instantly released making me quiver excitedly.

It is not just me who is getting a little over excited as I catch his wrist action become more animated. He is getting off on watching me, but I can’t have him getting too excited, not yet. I let my hand with his underpants in drop away from my face and look down at his hand that masturbates, and then up to his eyes with a serious expression “take it easy. I don’t want you to cum too soon”.

A little reluctantly he slows the pace, having probably ejaculated once or twice during the day I dare say he is eager to shoot his wad again, his balls probably aching to expel the seed that weighs down the quay egg sized testicles in a loose hanging sack.

Tim is the kind of guy who is able spunk a load, and then continues to masturbate barely becoming limp. It could be exhausting watching him through his window, ejaculating three times in a single session, on occasion four. But I didn’t want him to cum without working for it, the act of firing a load was easy for him, holding off more of a challenge.

We move into the living room and I take a seat on the leather couch whilst he stands in front of me, following my instructions as I guide him on what to do, occasionally raising his underpants to my nose for a fresh hit like they are a bottle of poppers.

“Turn around” I order as he continues to masturbate
“Now bend over”

He complies as he spreads his thighs, tugging his cock in a downward motion between his legs as I check out his firm rump, a fine trail of blonde hair between the cheeks that becomes more dense closer to his hole. I lean forward and blow against his crack, focusing my breath at his aperture and watching his sphincter twitch and buttocks clench in response. He lets out a distinct whimper as I blow again, all the while pulling his cock down as he strokes.

If he feels any humiliation at showing me his ass crack he doesn’t express it. I lean in closer, my nose about an inch away as I exhale at length with my lips pursed, and then inhale deeply through my nose the rich bouquet.

With Tim stood back facing me and a bottle of lubricant at hand he masturbates for me again, grinding his hips forward into clenched fists, grunting and groaning as his body perspires with sweat. He comes to a halt and releases his grip, his cock stood to attention as he gives it a firm slap with his palm. He repeats the action several times, and then grabs at the base of his cock with his left fist and pulls up and off the end, repeating with the right hand and alternating, his body quivering and shaking as he stares at me, a look of longing to cum etched upon his face.

I allow him to get close, so close that his whole body shudders. Then I suddenly shout out loud “stop!”

Tim’s whole body shakes and his teeth are gritted as he struggles to stop the flood gates opening. He groans and gasps heavily as he pants and breaths, fists clenched as he tries with all his might to prevent the spill of his juice.

His body relaxes and Tim lets out a protracted sigh as the moment passes, his smile is beaming, his body shaking uncontrollably as he looks at me in disbelief, all the sensation without the resulting spewing of spunk.

“Oh fuck what the hell” he gasps

“That is an orgasm without ejaculating. Just wait until you have had a few of those, and then I let you finally shoot your load”

Tim smirked at me still gasping, still hard, and still quivering uncontrollably.

A drawn out masturbation session followed in which Tim was brought to the edge three times, and Tim looked exhausted, but happily. He followed my every instruction to the word, even when I told him to stick a well lubricated finger in his asshole. His face grimaced with discomfort and his cock become floppy, yet still his finger remained inserted, slowly pushing further as he bent over in front of me on his knees.

The discomfort dissolved and was replaced by pleasure. In seconds his cock was rock hard and an inanely large grin stretching across his face, his back arched upwards as he moved his finger around inside. “Oh shit” Tim said as he began to wank with renewed vigour, simultaneously fingering himself as I watched.

There was a look of desperation upon his face as he stared at me yearning to let loose his load.

I knelt down in front of him and lean forward, my lips hovering close to his ear as I whisper “shoot your load for me”

Tim didn’t waste any time, his tightly gripped fist worked like a piston as he looked at me right in the eyes, his mouth open as he gasped loudly and his body tensed up
“yeah let me see you fucking cum” I said through gritted teeth.

Several thick wads of thick jizz erupted with force, splattering up over his muscular torso as he bucked back and forth, his finger still inserted in his asshole as he looked at me wide eyed, gasping for air as more spunk was ejected with less force, until just dribbles of thick white cream oozed out the end of his cock.

With a protracted sigh Tim collapsed to the floor, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed over. With my forefinger I smeared some of his cum across his chest, and then scooped some up and placed his salty nectar to lips and licked it off with the tip of my tongue, and Tim watched and smiled.

When my phone was flashing the following day I looked at it to find a video clip entitled ‘Dad’s underpants’. I opened it intrigued to what I might see...