Sid stood naked in his bedroom as he did most afternoons after school. He had showered and walked to his bedroom bareass. Nobody else was home.
He gyrated to some remix CD's and let his hand fondle his hard dick. Standing by his window facing the mirror, Sid's head was full of images of men that turned him on.
There was homework to do, a paper to write and some emails to answer. He took the time to begin the slow stroking that usually gave him the largest amount of pleasure and one hell of an orgasm.
Toby shirtless, wearing his baseball pants got him started. The gym coach, Muldonny in his shorts that never quit hid his mansized dick was next. Solly his classmate who never wore underwear and sometimes wore jeans with holes in the right spot got his gut churnning more.
Last summer in Bible camp where he and others in their Teen tent ran naked across the grounds during a bible class made him laugh.
Kneeling in front of Carl Davott watching him jack off all over the place was one of the more erotic memories, while watching silhouettes of men wandering into the mens bathroom in the park one summer night added some mystery sexual drive.
Watching Russian gymnasts showing off their shirtless muscled bodies on the TV added to the scene.
And watching himself in the tall mirror both embarassed and excited him more.
The orgasm started to explode. Sid tried to clench and hold back wanting the fun to last more but his body didn't agree spraying everywhere the several spurts that seemed unending.
The force of his explosion pushed him back on the window sill where he sat breathless recovering from the expected and unexpected masturbational actions.
"Shit" he said to himself rising to his feet. The sperm was dripping on the mirror. There were wet spots on the rug and slim still on his thighs and cock. He wiped it all and turned.
Looking briefly out he window he saw the window in the house next door. Toby stood there apparently staring. His face was expressionless. His half naked body was as sexy as ever.
Sid didn't know what to do. Should he wave or smile? Toby just stared.
Sid turned away.
Laying in bed that night, he remembered watching the window as Toby undressed over the months the boy had been living there.
He hoped to see the guy naked but his stripping never went further then underwear. Still that was enough of an image to fuel Sid's self satisfactory stroking.
He'd seen Toby at school. They talked now and then or nodding in passing in the hallway. But there was never a hint of what Toby might have known Sid doing be it watching or jacking.
Hands slid over his smooth body, trimmed by swimming and smooth by genetics. His long cock curved and hard waited patiently for another series of strokes which Sid gladly provided as he remembered the image of Toby standing in his own bedroom, barechested, wearing jeans and staring.
Another day passed and Sid stood in his bedroom as usual. His naked body dried after the shower, he started to stroke but decided to look across the distance that separated the two houses.
The window was open as usual. He used binoculars to peer inside. The room was different then before. Toby's bed was next to the window now. It had been across the room before, difficult for Sid to see.
Toby walked to the window and peeled his shirt off. He stared over. Sid took steps backward so he could watch and not be seen.
Toby smiled and removed his jeans. He turned and pulled his underwear down revealing his rounded buttocks.
Sid gasped. Was the boy was performing for him? Sid's cock already hard apparently thought so because it was throbbing if not growing harder.
Toby was naked. Sid had seen him bareass in the locker room but couldn't stare. He stared now.
Toby's cock was curved hard. He didn't look towards Sid but stared down at his erection while his hands flipped it and played with it. He moved his hips side to side.
Sid couldn't hear the music but knew Toby was dancing to it. He began to move in rythm wishing he were in the neighbor boy's bedroom naked and dancing with him, a prelude to touching, licking, kissing maybe fucking.
Toby stopped and moved to his bed where he lay face down, raising and lowering his hips. Sid knew the boy was feeling his hardness rubbing against the sheet. He knew that sensation and his cock seemed to as well because it started drooling precum out it's tip.
Then Toby turned over. He was jacking off. Sid watched and jacked at the same time thrilling to see the boys thighs tighten, his toes curling, his legs moving as he rocked side to side and eventually began to jack so fast, Sid thought he would hurt himself.
Sid wanted to match the movements he saw, he wanted to share the experience cum at the same time...almost as if he were there on the bed with Toby.
Toby jutted his legs out spread so far apart his feet gripped the sides of the mattress. He was cumming Sid knew and began to jack faster.
Sid closed his eyes, he didn't mean to, the orgam made him do it while his gut tightened bending him over and his sperm spilled onto his cupped hand and the floor.
Sid recovered and looked. Toby was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey" Toby said in the hallway the next day "You ok?"
Sid blushed. He knew why Toby asked. "yea yea, how about you?" he smiled back.
Toby's grin replied though he spoke no words.
"What are you doing this afternoon?" Sid asked before his brain knew he was doing it.
"Same thing" Toby said "Want to come over?"
Sid tried to be calm.
"Yea sure why not?" he said trying to act casually. "Want me to bring anything?" he felt stupid offering but it was a standard thing to say.
"Yea" Toby leaned his head closer "Bring some lube if you have any" he said
Sid watched Toby walk away. His buttocks moved as he walked. It was seductive as hell even though Sid had watched those same buttocks unclothed the day before move to some music.
Toby turned and smiled. He knew Sid was watching.