staring out the window observing the grungy, punk, "bad-asses" that would frequent the park.

One teenager seemed to catch his interest the most out of all of them. A teenager of about 18 or maybe older. Tall and slightly pale, jet black hair kept spiked up and back, with a line of facial hair running down the sides of his face and meeting at his chin to form a neatly kept goatee. He seemed to be the most popular of the group. Always dressed in black, pants or shorts, depending on the weather, yet whichever he wore, they'd always sag from his hips, exposing whatever boxers he wore underneath. His build was a bit on the thin side, though the black tank-tops and fitted rock band shirts he always wore made it obvious to anyone that happened to stare that he still knew how to take care of his body… evident from the outline of muscle along his body. After a few weeks of careful observation, it seemed everyone called the guy Jeff. David was first drawn to him on Rebecca's second week of piano lessons when he heard a loud holler from the skate park. Everyone there seemed like a pack of wild dogs, though it was Jeff that seemed to be getting everyone riled up. The way that dirty mouth of his cursed, that cocky way he laughed, and how he seemed to attract girls by just placing his hands on their hips… David was very intrigued by his bad-ass attitude.

Though it wasn't until the fourth week of Rebecca's lessons when he stared outside, and noticed Jeff being his usual self. But this time, he peeled off that black wife beater he wore, exposing that thin, yet still toned body. David couldn't help but feel his interest in Jeff rise a little more... and it seemed he was getting a "rise" elsewhere too. He felt a strain against his crotch region, some anxious bulge pushing hard against his pants. It was quite embarrassing, though staring back at Jeff's half-naked form, David was feeling… aroused.

The weeks went on, and despite the fact that Rebecca was improving, David always found he was staring outside more than the sheet music, anxiously waiting to see what Jeff would be doing that day. He'd get his fill... sometimes he'd be shirtless again with those boxers so lewdly exposed, and sometimes he'd be clothed... though David always imagined seeing Jeff with the shirt off regardless, and that same arousing ache would re-occur in the crotch region in his pants. Yet he could do nothing about it, and often times his attention toward Jeff would be interrupted by the occasional sour note Rebecca would hit on the piano keys.

However, one week, David simply couldn't hold it in any longer. Rebecca's lesson had just finished, and the family was readying to go out to a children's party where Rebecca was invited. As usual, their son was not present, but the Young’s allowed David to help himself to their kitchen, and trusted him well enough to leave whenever he wanted without causing any trouble. It was as if they were now his second family. David was very grateful for their hospitality, though the corner of his eyes shifted a bit toward the window, and Jeff was there as usual being that "bad boy" he was. Once the Young’s left home, David was ready to release weeks and weeks worth of arousal. Though watching… and touching himself to Jeff through that rather big window would seem obvious, so David searched for