Desperate Times
Mick's legs are a thing of beauty. They look so strong as he runs, the muscles trying to burst threw his golden brown skin, shaking whenever his feet thud against the pitch. Following up his thigh you get to the gorgeous rounded ass. Fuck that ass! Sculpted by hours of running on the soccer pitch. Whenever I see that ass, dressed up in nylon soccer short, I can't help but to imagine the treasure inside. Nothing gets me harder than imagining Mick's ass jiggling, naked, as he sprints towards goal. My greatest fantasy is to watch Mick play soccer naked. To watch all his muscles pumping to get him down the field. That amazing ass bouncing, his cock and balls flopping from hairless thigh, to hairless thigh, seeing his face strain as he pulls his leg back, ready to score the winning goal, ready to-
"TIM! TIMMY!" Fuck!
"What?!"
"You need to take out the trash!" Shit!
"I'll do it later mom!"
"Yeah, like you did it later last week. Off your ass and get it taken out!" Fuckin' chores! Swear to God the only reason parents have children is free, legal slavery.
"Fine!" Mick'll have to wait. Shit, just as I was ready to blow my load. Fuck. Better get a pair of shorts on and do what her majesty demands. Last thing I need is for her to burst in with this flopping out. Not that mom would, she's pretty cool. Just has terrible timing.
Walking out my room I gave my shaggy, brown hair a run through with my hand, un-matting it from my forehead, trying to make it look natural and not the bed head it was looking. I got a nice patronising pat on the head as I walked through the kitchen, accompanied by a "Good boy". Yes, I'm a perfect little angel. Just a perfect little angel that wants to ravage his soccer captain. A perfect little angle that spews his load at the mere thought of seeing his ass. God, if I ever actually got to touch those buns I'd probably spurt in my pants on contact. Being an 18 year old virgin sucks! But how do you get some action when you have a chronic case of the closet cases?
Stepping out into the summer heat, full garbage bag in hand, the wall of humidity is a lovely reminder of my air conditioned room. Seriously, where are the robot maids to cater to our every whim? My balls should be dripping with my cum load, not sweat. Fuck; I'm still hard. You'd think a mothers voice, garbage and oppressive heat would reduce the swelling, but nope. Sigh.
There is one perk to taking out the trash; where we have our can is, for some reason, right next to the neighbours modified downstairs bathroom. A bathroom without tinted windows, so you can totally look in and see your hot, muscular, dirty blond neighbour with his cock out, jerking off. Wait, what?
Just as I was about to open the trash can lid, turning to look directly at the bathroom window, what do I see but the handsome stud totally whacking his dick. Fuck! To a sexually repressed, horny gay virgin 18 year old this is the single greatest moment of my life. Shit he's whacking off fast, fucking start a fire. Better take a pic before he finishes, then I'll finish in my room.
But of course in my rush to get the dirty job of bin man out the way I've forgotten my fuckin' phone. Fuck! One of the hottest dudes naked, jerking his dick like he's going to be castrated tomorrow is right in front of my eyes and I've forgotten my fuckin' phone! God shitting dammit! Why?
Well my dicks hard right now ... do I risk it? I mean it's dark, no one will see, will they? Fuck it! I need this!
Fuck, taking my dick out feels so good! Being able to touch, and stroke it again. The image in front of me being better than all the Mike fantasies I've ever had. It's a bit difficult to tell how big he is with his hand flying up and down his pole, but can't be more than 6". Fuck mines bigger than that. Shit, I've got a bigger dick than this 200lbs muscle hunk! Fuck; why does that make my dick harder? Looking at his profile, right bicep bulging to bring him off, his pecks tense, teeth clenched, eyes closed, the knuckles of his left hand white from gripping the toilet seat so tight. He's desperate to cum, and cum fast!
Shit, his desperation's turning me on; mirrors my own need. My dick was wanting release 10 minutes ago, now it just needs to explode. Fuck, I don't think my dicks ever felt this good. I'm sure my own hand's a blur, significantly less muscled arm bulging, left hand grasping my nuts, the slight discomfort of the pressure lost in the pleasure. Can feel my slack jaw releasing some spit but I'm so focused on what's happening through the bathroom window. My whole family could be gathered around watching and I wouldn't notice. Or care.
Fuck, my balls are tightening, my dicks the hardest it's ever been; I need to fuckin' blow. Come on Steve, blow that load for me, cum with me, cum with me Steve! Shit it's going to happen. I can feel the jizz travelling through the shaft of my dick. Steve's eye's open. He looks down to watch his own cum dribble out down his hand and into the toilet bowl.
"Uh, uh, uh,uh,uh, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh." My jizz shot out, splattering against the fence in front of me. I think there was 6 shots, but my eye's were fixed on Steve milking the last of his cum out of his dick and wipe what had dribbled over his hands onto his thigh.
By the time my own jizz was dribbling down my hand I realised I'd been moaning out load. Quickly shutting my mouth and thanking whoever invented double glazing, I pulled my shorts over my still cummy dick, watching Steve disappear behind the frosted glass of his shower.
I wonder if this was a nightly occurrence? Only one way to find out!