The Tease

I am sitting at my desk trying to finish my English assignment before 9 o’clock, when the Barsha/PSG football game would start. I have started on this assignment, a book report on D. H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterly’s Lover, two days ago and I still haven’t finished it. Damn this book. The explicit description of cock gets me all horny, with my boner stretching my white briefs. I can’t concentrate, trying to visualize the character’s cock being serviced by this woman.

Mind you: I’m not that much interested in the woman. It’s the graphic description of cock! Yes, I love cock. I have loved man penis ever since I started to grow into my puberty and realize the meaning of having a cock of my own: around 18 centimeters, now hard, cut and erects upwards. Whenever I look down at my crotch I fantasize that my dick is looking straight at me with its one eye as if to say: Do something, you jerk!

Actually, it isn’t only the description in the novel that has set me on fire. Around fifteen minutes ago, when I got out of the shower, toweling myself, I noticed the neighbor next door watching me. He was leaning on the window sill of his bedroom and was shamelessly looking at me, staring! I pretended that I hadn’t noticed and I continued drying myself. I then dropped the towel and stood for a few seconds fully naked. My cock started to jerk up and soon enough pointed straight to the ceiling.

Slowly, I picked up the towel and wrapped it around my waist, my erection quite visible, and I walked to my dresser, giving my peeping neighbor full view of my body. I am proud of my physique. At 17, I am already 2 meters tall, fuzzy beard, green/hazel eyes, dark brown hair that I keep cut short, a very well-toned body since I play soccer, and a small patch of chest hair and thick pubes. I am not overly muscled though.

After giving my neighbor the view of me, I bent and fished out a pair of underwear, white briefs, and I very slowly pulled them up, under the towel, positioning my erected cock against my belly, still visible as it stretched the white cotton fabric. I then turned toward the open window, smiled for a second, and disappeared over to my desk, where the neighbor couldn’t see me from where he was watching. I thought I heard an intake of breath when I smiled.

So I’m a tease. I enjoy it a lot. And I do it whenever I can. Sometimes in the showers after a soccer practice, I make it a point to soap the insides of my thighs and under my balls slowly, not overly sexually though, since I don’t want my mates to know that I am gay. I would notice that once in a while one or two of them checked me out. Especially Jimmy. I think Jimmy is gay, too. I should do something about that because he really turns me on. Maybe tomorrow after practice?

Now my cock is leaking. Is my neighbor still at his window? By the way, my neighbor is a hot 30-something. I watched him one time mowing the lawn: shorts, naked torso, deliciously hairy, very fit. But apparently straight because I have seen him bring home lady friends every now and then. He teaches at the public school near the municipality building, unfortunately not my school. Or maybe that is fortunate? I can lure him to bed since I am not his student?

But how can you lure a straight man? Is he really straight? He was watching me, and he kept watching as I toweled and flashed my dick and then in my briefs. He watched me with an erection under the towel. A straight man would have walked away or said something nasty, wouldn’t he?

I need to check. Still sitting in my desk chair I rolled back to look out the window and see if he is still there. Sure enough, in the same position, leaning on the window sill, looking at our house, at my window.

“Hi,” he says, from around 20 meters away.

“Um… hi,” I stammer, not knowing what to say to a man whom I have just teased.

“Still up?” he starts a conversation, as if nothing has happened, as if we were chatting over the garden hedge, as if he were my age. Straight? I wonder.

I look down at my crotch, smile, then stare at him straight in the eyes: “Yup.”

“A kid your age should be in bed,” he returns, flashing a set of white teeth.

What? Is he teasing me now? Playing on words? I can play the game as well.

I stand up, my erection stretching my briefs upwards, the head just peeking through the waist band.

“As you can see,” I smile back and move towards the window which hides my crotch as I approach. Now we are both leaning on our window sills, naked torsos, smiling at each other. “I’m very much up!”

“Ummm…,” he mutters.

“I can see that you are still up, too, neighbor,” I say glancing down his chest and then back at his eyes.

“Uhuh,” he says.

Nothing more? Just “um” and “uhuh”? He is teasing me. Oh, well, as horny as I am, I can let him have the upper hand, for now. But not really. Let him simmer a little.

“Well,” I say moving away from the window, “I think I will turn in now. Good night.”

“Good night, neighbor,” he says back. “Wishing you sweet or um… wet dreams.”

Damn! He doesn’t want me to leave. He is luring me, fucking with my head, while at the same time leaving for himself space to withdraw and pretend innocence. I won’t let him.

“You too, neighbor,” I walk away from the window and climb onto my bed and lie on the sheets, still in full view of his window.

I look sideways, he is still there, gazing, smiling. Has he licked his lower lip? It’s dark and there are shades. I might have imagined it. Nevertheless, I reach into my briefs and give my hard cock a couple of strokes.

“You know,” I hear him say just above a whisper, “if you come over, we could do something about that.”

Shit! He is still fucking with me. He doesn’t come out directly and say that he wants to have sex with me. Or am I being naïve? Men don’t just offer to fuck each other just like that, do they? Should I jump at his offer? I am dying to do just that, but…

“That’s very neighborly of you,” I finally decide to turn him down, but at the same time I need to keep him interested, hooked. So I take out my cock and stroke myself. With the other hand I reach over and switch off the lights. In the darkness I tell him: “I have school tomorrow so I will have to take care of this real quick.”

“Aw,” he addresses the dark room. “Then it’s a date for Saturday evening. Wear something nice.”

I glance at his window. He has disappeared. The lights in his room are out.

I jerk off and shoot a huge load and go to sleep with my jizz covering my chest and my pubes, slowly drying.

All day next day in school, all I can think about is how to tease my neighbor. Eventually I definitely want to get into his bed if I can. But now I want to play the tease. He seems to have the hots for me, watching me from his window.

I can’t wait to get home and I was happily surprised to notice that my neighbor’s car is in his driveway. Heart beating, I dash up to my room, close the door and take off my shirt baring my chest. Is he going to be there at his window? I will not look directly to see. But using my peripheral vision, I realize that there is no one watching me. I am disappointed.

I stand in the middle of the room, rubbing my crotch, the beginning of an erection bulging my jeans. He should be there. What is he doing? He must have noticed that I have already gotten home. Why isn’t he watching?

I jump when I hear his deep, nasal voice: “Oh, hi, there.”

I look towards his window, and sure enough, there he is. My heart races as I notice that his chest is bare, a thick patch of hair in the middle, black, curly, and that his hair is mussed and wet. He looks oh so fucking cute. Can I call a thirty-something man cute? My cock hardens immediately.

I manage to utter a greeting back, and I keep my hand on my crotch, kneading my now rock-hard dick.

“It seems you have not taken care of that,” he smiled, teasing.

It should be me teasing him. I have planned all day on the moves. But it looks like I am out of my league.

“Maybe,” I finally manage to say, refusing to give up. “Maybe it needs someone other than me to take care of it.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, still smiling, and then out of nowhere he says, his voice growing husky, “Strip!”

My body shakes at the deep and masculine tone of his voice. I undo the buttons of my jeans and pull them down slowly. My cock has leaked onto the white briefs. It throbs. My heart beats hard. I stare at him, challenging him.

“Strip!” he repeats.

“This is not a one-way street,” I smile, and I slowly turn around, showing my butt which I know stretches the cotton fabric of the briefs enticingly.

I hear him take a breath as I place one hand on my butt cheek and rub around slowly. He must be erected by now. He must be! I turn around.

“Nice,” he says as he moves back from the window and I follow the trail of hair going down his stomach to the edge of a towel. He stops. I can’t see his crotch yet. Fuck! He is a tease. So he wants to play. So I play.

“Nice,” I repeat, licking my lower lip. I squeeze one of my nipples and move my hips round. I can see him slipping his hand under the towel but I can’t see any further.

“Come on over,” he says.

I shake my head.

“Come on over,” he repeats in the same deep tone. “Come on over. Now!”

Nothing I can do. I am mesmerized by this hunk of a man. I have taken him to be straight. Apparently not. There is an invitation. And what do I do?

“I have an English assignment to do,” I say. Am I still teasing? Or am I scared. Both, I guess.

“Looks like your assignment is more important than this,” he says moving a couple of steps back, his crotch now visible. Fuck me! There is a huge bulge under the towel. I stare. Then I look up at his face. The killer smile.

In a shaking voice I say: “Lose the towel.”

He arches one eyebrow and considers me for a few seconds. And then ever so slowly he drops the towel. I reel. That is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Not that I have seen many in real. But I compare him to the images I sometimes get on the net. He matches and surpasses most of them. What? I can estimate a full 9 inches of man meat there. My heart pounds. There is a man a few meters away from me, naked, and beautifully hard, and inviting me!

“Lose the briefs,” he orders, fisting his cock.

Do I detect a shiny drop at the slit of his cock? Do I dare to take this further? If I acquiesce now, there is no turning back. Pretty soon, that cock will be in my mouth, or just in my mouth? Is that what I want? Oh, man, yes, yes, that’s what I want.

I pull down my briefs and stand naked in front of him, shaking.

“Come the fuck over,” he orders. “Come over.”

Before I change my mind, I grab my jeans and pull them on. I rush to the door snatching my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. Seconds later I am at his door. No more teasing. I need that man. I need his hairy chest. I need his hard cock.

I don’t knock. I don’t wait. I push on his door and it’s open. I rush in, breathless. I take the stairs two at a time. There he is, at the end of the hall, the towel wrapped around his waist, tenting what looked like a ram rod in front of him.

I forget about the teasing. The next second finds me kneeling in front of him, my lips around the towel where his cock head is. As if in a dream, I feel his hand playing with my hair. I want his cock badly. I start to pull down the towel, but he grabs me by the hair and pulls me up to him. He takes me in an embrace, his lips on mine, his tongue forcing my mouth open. I almost faint.

He picks me up. Yes, he does, as if I were his girl. I can feel his muscles. I wrap my arms around his neck as he walks me into his room, his lips plastered on mine. I feel light in his arms. I feel like I am really his lover. I moan as his tongue probes inside my mouth. He gently puts me down on the bed and climbs on top of me. He presses on me, never leaving my lips. I feel his hand undoing my jeans. I raise my butt as he pulls the jeans off. My cock prods him in the crotch.

“Lose the fucking towel,” I whisper into his mouth.

He laughs, deep, rich, sexy. His cock presses on mine through the damned towel, and he grinds on top of me. I can see my window from the corner of my eyes.

“Wait,” I break the kiss. “Shouldn’t we close the curtains or something?”

“Should we?” he teases, pressing harder on me.

I nod. No more teasing. I want him to make love to me. Urgently.

He gets off me and draws the curtains, and then he is back, spreading my legs and placing himself between them, licking my neck, my nipples, my chest, down to my throbbing cock, which he gives a couple of flickers with his tongue and then moves onto my balls, and into my crack. I almost scream as I feel the warmth and wetness teasing my hole. He gets back on my dick. Flicks. Back to my hole. Probes. Back to my cock. Flicks. Probes. Flicks. I am dying. If ever there was the epitome of teasing, this is it. I can barely hold back my eruption. I squeeze on my balls delaying as long as I can.

And then he is back on top of me, raising my legs by the ankles. I watch him preparing himself and me, my heart pounding in my chest. I feel the greasing of my tight boy hole, and I shiver. He smiles at me, reassuringly, as if to say that everything will be fine. He can feel my ring clamping on his greased fingers. He slowly, knowingly, works my hole, finger tip in, then round, then deeper, then another finger, in, round, deeper, making me squirm and moan. I’m by now screaming for his cock. He knows. He can see it in my eyes, in the rippling of my muscles, in the stretching of my fuck hole.

Not yet trying to push inside me, he lubes his monster cock, still staring at me. I watch with eyes wide open. How will I be able to take him? Still, the look on his face makes me start to relax.

Leaning on top of me, taking my lower lip with his teeth, he nudges my hole. I can feel the fat knob, hard but spongy. I try to relax, to let him in. He thrusts and pops in. The pain is excruciating and I bite down on my lip to stifle the scream. He keeps the pressure and slides in, gently but steadily, his hairy chest towering on top of me. I am nearly unconscious with the delirious feelings of pain and ecstasy. I have a lover and he is fucking me, slow at first, and then moving faster. I cannot believe that my cherry is being broken, that I am no more a virgin, that the man on top of me is also inside me, hard and throbbing and insistent.

He lets go of my ankles and I feel that my legs and thighs are already numb. All the sensations are coming from my ass. He lies on top of me, maintaining his fucking tempo, and kisses me deep and hard. With every thrust, he rubs a certain something inside my tunnel that send shocks into my nuts and cock. His hairy bush presses on my balls with every sinking into my bowels.

I groan and my balls churn wildly. Gazing into his eyes, I explode. Gallons. I don’t seem to stop shooting my cum between our naked and sweating bodies. I squirt and squirt. He increases his tempo, pounding, and then suddenly he tenses, and I feel my ass stretched even more as his cock shaft thickens and I know that he is shooting his load. I wonder whether he has had the time to wear a condom, but I don’t care. I want his juice inside me. I want him to seed me. To make me his property. To be my man. My lover. My fucker.

Finally, he flexes with the last squirts and remains on top of me. I moan and moan under his weight. I slowly start to come down from the highest high he has taken me. As he withdraws, emptiness fills me. I try to squeeze my rim muscle tight in order to keep him inside me, but his cock slithers out, and right following it I feel a stream of warmth dribbling onto my thighs. Oh, he has fucked bare. His juice fills me. My cock immediately hardens as I think of his seed swimming inside me. I need to shoot another load as my body shivers. I reach down. Two or three strokes and I shoot hard, almost hitting the ceiling.

He says nothing. He just lies there, sweat covering his forehead and his hairy chest, his smile all over his face.

“Fucking tease,” he whispers, nibbling on my ear. “Fucking tease.”

He rubs his hand on my butt cheeks, his finger reaching inside my slimy crack, probing my pulsing and aching hole. “Fucking tease,” he repeats, kissing me.

I moan. I am a tease and this is the price I have paid.