Boy At The Window

Part 1

Michael wasn’t what you’d call your typical English 18 year old. He had a few strange hobbies that made him afraid to bring girls back to his house. And he wasn’t really confident with girls anyway. He could chat them up no problem. He could move with them on the dance floor. But when it came to anything sexual, Michael got nervous. And then he usual turned and ran. He wasn’t really confident about his body. He had quite a nice sized cock, a good set of low hanging balls. It was just that it was all covered in quite a lot of hair. And not just his cock and balls either, his chest, his pits, his legs and especially his arse. He quite liked it, to run a finger back through the hair around his tight pink pucker while he masturbated in the mirror, but he wasn’t sure girls were attracted to a hairy arse. Little did he know, there were plenty of men in his village that were…

This is Michael’s story.

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Michael had thought he might not be into girls for a different reason for some time. He’d found himself looking at men’s cocks in the changing rooms at the local swimming pool, and he’d sometimes have found his eye wandering at the urinals. He’d even made an account on a gay social networking site, but he hadn’t spent much time on it. But there was one thing that made him think he might be gay above all other things. He often fantasised about the man who lived across the road, Kevin.

He was one of his Dad’s friends, and somehow he found him quite sexy. It was maybe the idea of him being an older man, he was in about his late 30s, perhaps early 40s. Michael often found himself watching him push his wheelbarrow up the road to the allotments out his bedroom window. He couldn’t resist the urge to pull out his cock and play with it to the thought of Kevin’s sexy body. Heck, Michael was definitely gay. And he was coming to realise that.

He stood at his window, watching Kevin walk slowly up the road. Michael was hard as a rock, and his cock was soon in his hand. Kevin had stopped to talk to someone up the road, he couldn’t see who, they were blocked from view by a hedge. This was the perfect opportunity. Michael began to roll his foreskin up and down over his sensitive cock head, gently smearing the precum around the head with his thumb. With his other hand he began to gentle roll and pinch his balls. He began to slide his hand up and down over his shaft, imagining Kevin taking it into his mouth as he’d seen men do in short films on the Internet. He imagined his hand was Kevin’s throat and he was pumping it hard, fucking his mouth with no mercy.

He was frantically masturbating now, letting out brief sighs as he watched Kevin from the gap in the curtains. He moved his left hand from is balls round to his arse and began to play with his tight opening, occasionally bringing his finger up to his mouth, sucking it then letting it work his hole over again. He could feel himself getting close, his balls had pulled right up now. He was leaking precum like a tap now. A few more thrusts of his hips and a few more frantic