Neighbors By Robert S. Costic
Robert Costic has written a collection of fairy tales, "Flamethrower Fairy Tales," a novella, "Kepler's Revenge," a collection of aphorisms, "Lightning Words," and a translation of the 19th century German writer Theodor Storm's fairy tales and ghost stories. All are available as ebooks everywhere.
A man unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and waved it at me. I had been walking my dog early in the morning. The sun had just peaked over the tops of the townhouses in my neighborhood, and I saw this man diagonally across a street intersection from me. I didn't know him, but I recognized him as someone I saw regularly in my neighborhood, and I figured that he must live nearby. And here he stood, staring directly at me, while my dog tugged at the leash, and the man flapped his exposed penis in my general direction.
I admit, I had always found him attractive, so his unsolicited, gratuitous gesture did not bother me. On the contrary, I found it arousing, and as he continued to wave it at me, and as it began to harden, I found myself aroused as well; but this peculiar encounter ended abruptly as we both saw out of the corner of our eyes another person turn a corner to walk in our general direction. He tucked his penis away and I continued to walk my dog.
Over the next several days I found myself walking my dog more often than usual. I hoped I might have another encounter with my strange neighbor. For most of the walks I didn't see anything of him. Several days passed. But one day as I walked my dog I saw him standing at the entrance of his townhouse, the front entrance of his house wide open, and he stared at me. I walked up to him, climbing up the few steps to his porch, and stood two feet away from him. He was completely naked. His dick was hard, and he was yanking on it as he looked at me.
I reached out my hand to touch his dick, but the man said, "Don't touch it," so I didn't. He continued to yank on it, and while he did so he stared at me. So with my one free hand -- for I had the dog leash in the other -- I unzipped my pants and took my dick out and started yanking on it as well. There we stood, each yanking on his own dick at the entrance of his house, and finally he groaned and sputtered out some cum, which flew out and fell on the floorboards of his porch, and I came and sputtered my cum in the same general area. He grinned and closed the door.
The stranger was so attractive. I wanted to touch him. Although seeing him naked and climaxing excited me it left me unfulfilled. I longed to see him again. I walked my dog incessantly. My dog began to resist the walks, as if he sensed my ulterior motives. I lingered near the stranger's house, waiting for him to reappear, but the next time I saw him he disappointed me.
As I walked my dog down a street I saw the pervert exposing himself to another man in almost an identical manner as he did to me. They stood diagonally across a street intersection from each other, the new man surprised, perplexed, and visibly aroused by this incident. The pervert paid no attention to me, although I felt sure that he must have known I stood nearby watching. I felt hurt; he clearly did not intend his perversions for me alone. But given his modus operandi I figured I had an advantage over him; I was more willing to engage with prospective sexual partners.
After the pervert stranger zipped his pants and walked away I walked up to the man who had just witnessed this spectacle and asked him frankly, "Do you want to fuck?" He did. He was aroused, he needed a release, and I offered him one that the pervert wouldn't. I took him by the hand to my townhouse, and once we stepped inside I striped both of us naked and I climbed on him, stuck his hard dick inside me, and rode him until he came.
A few days later I saw the same man who had fucked me fucking the pervert. I had passed by the pervert's house, and as I peered into his windows I saw them standing, one behind the other, pounding away, and I thought to myself, "He did this on purpose. He had them stand by the window on purpose so he could let me see them fucking." Again, it hurt my feelings. He had a special way of making me feel inconsequential.
I called a fuck buddy. We went on a jog together. We dressed half-naked, wearing only short shorts, socks, and running shoes, so we could display our sweaty bodies to the neighbors. Once we finished I led us to the porch of my pervert neighbor. "Why are we going up here?" my fuck buddy asked. I didn't say anything. I just turned him around, pulled down his shorts and stuck my dick in him right there and then. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, but he didn't stop me. I fucked him, I came, and I pulled our shorts back up.
Only then did my pervert neighbor come up to his house from who knows where. He walked up the steps to his porch and saw us but didn't say a word, only unlocking the door to his house and stepping inside. I felt like a fool. He hadn't seen us fuck at all. He had been somewhere else. All of the effort I had made to make him jealous of me had been in vain. I said goodbye to my fuck buddy and went home.
The next day as I left my house to walk my dog I saw my pervert neighbor on my front porch with the man who had fucked me days ago. The pervert, kneeling before his sexual companion, looked at me as cum dribbled from the corner of his mouth. "Does he think this is some sort of competition?" I thought to myself. I felt like he didn't understand that from our first encounter I felt intense emotions for him, and seeing him constantly parade himself with these other men tormented me. After that post-fellatio glance I pretended to see nothing. I walked out of my house with my dog, locked the door, and went down the street.
Later that evening, when I saw him sitting in his house, I called my fuck buddy and we fucked on his porch right in front of the window where he could see us. While we fucked the other neighbor, the one who fucked me and who the pervert had blown, walked down the street, and he saw us. I looked at him, and he looked at me. I motioned him to come over, and he did. We kissed, and he blew the man I fucked. The pervert must have sat two feet away from us. He acted like he didn't see anything, but there was no way he could not have noticed. When we finished he closed the curtains.
For the next several weeks I didn't see him. I walked my dog incessantly, but the pervert never made an appearance. The lights to his townhouse sometimes came on, which suggested to me that he must still be around, but I saw nothing of him. I did not know whether I should attempt another sexual extravagance before his home, or if my last exercise had somehow transgressed some unbroken rule, but I ultimately decided against it, figuring that I should not waste such an exercise if he could not witness it. More than anything, I wanted him to be at least as jealous of me as I was of him, but if he would not even provide the opportunity for me to taunt him what could I do?
One morning I walked my dog hoping to see the pervert again. The sky looked the same as it did the first time I had seen the pervert's dick. The sun had just begun to peep over the top of the townhouses. And as I went down one street I saw a man, someone I had never before seen, who appeared astonishingly handsome and alluring. He looked at me from a distance, unzipped his pants, and waved his penis at me.