Stiles frowned, adjusting his telescope once again. Just when he got it right, a cloud rolled right into his field of vision. Frustrated, he knocked the instrument from its position as he got up from his chair, grumpily scuffling down the hall for a cup of coffee. He'd been trying to get a good look at the meteor shower all night, and had been waiting for a week. Now he could barely find a spot through the clouds to look at the sky. Returning to his room and turning off the lights to reduce the glare on his window, Stiles groggily set his cup down and looked through the lens once again.
A fuzzy image moved before him, now of a building, since the telescope had been moved. Curious, Stiles focused the image. The result was startling. Now, he could see right into his neighbors bedroom, where a hard-bodied young man with brown, well coifed hair sat in a chair, watching his computer and tugging on his long cock. Stiles choked but kept his eyes on the man, unable to turn away. His pale body was totally naked, flexing as he jerked his meat.
As he watched, Stiles absentmindedly began rubbing his crotch. He realized that he'd gotten hard, and his dick was now tenting his pajama bottoms. Without taking his eyes off of the image in front of him, he began stroking his own cock. He fell into step with his neighbor, jerking off while watching him jerk off while watching porn on his computer. Jackson came relatively quickly, since he'd obviously been at it before Stiles began watching. Stiles finished with him, cumming much more quickly than usual with the new found stimulation.
For several weeks, Stiles repeated this. His telescope remained pointed at the building across from his, at the man's window. He watched as the man masturbated in different places and positions, sometimes wearing various items of clothing, sometimes only hot underwear, sometimes naked. He'd come to learn the man's name was Jackson, since the name tag for the coffee shop where he apparently worked said so. Stiles made a mental note to find the shop named on the apron. As he watched Jackson, Stiles tried different poses and methods of pleasuring himself as well. At first, he began fingering himself, imagining the man's fingers inside of him. Eventually, he moved on to the dildo he kept under his bed but rarely used, imagining Jackson's dick inside of him. He even called up a guy he'd flirted with a few times and had phone sex while watching Jackson, jerking off while convincing himself that he was talking to the perfect boy across the street.
One night, after Jackson finished, he wiped his abs off with a washcloth, then dropped it on the ground as he picked up his clothes. He redressed, which Stiles rarely observed him doing after jerking it, then picked up his keys and left. Removing the dildo from his hole and running to the other window, Stiles watched as Jackson got into his car and drove off. He immediately knew what he was going to do. Stiles got dressed quickly, running out of his building and over to the one next door. Counting the floor as he walked, Stiles managed to get to Jackson's apartment. Using the key Stiles had watched Jackson hide on top of the door frame, Stiles snuck into the house, locking the door behind him just in case.
It was strange, being in the place that he'd watched so many times. It was like visiting the set of his favorite TV show. He looked briefly around at the place that he'd seen more of than his own apartment lately. Finally, he went into the bedroom, locating the cumrag on the floor. Only then did it hit him how odd it was, sitting on a stranger's bedroom floor, having broken into his house, and sniffing the drying cum on his towel. Once the smell entered Stiles' nose, all thoughts vanished. He could think only of the hot body, which he'd watched produce this jizz only a few minutes ago. He pressed it harder to his nose, getting a high from the manly aroma. He imagined Jackson's dick as he licked the material.
Suddenly, he heard a rattling outside of the door. Jackson was back. Panicking, Stiles shoved the cumrag down the front of his pants, rolling under the bed and holding his breath. He watched Jackson's shoes come into the front door, walking into the apartment before kicking them off. He wasn't wearing any socks, and even his feet looked hot to Stiles right now, despite the terror of the situation. He was hiding in a complete stranger's apartment! It felt as if he'd known the man, but in truth, they'd never even talked. This made Stiles realize the gravity of the situation.
He watched helplessly and nervously as Jackson's pants and shirt dropped to the floor. He looked over to the mirror hanging across from the window, and could see that he was in the same room as a nearly naked Jackson, barely covered by a black thong. He scratched one of his perfect ass cheeks as he looked out of the window. Stiles realized that he could be happily in his room, drinking in the sight of the stud, instead of fearfully cowering beneath his bed. He regretted this decision.
Jackson walked into the bathroom then, and Stiles felt a rush of relief. He began to crawl out from under the bed, only to be sent scuttling back under as Jackson walked out of the bathroom again. The toilet flushed behind him, and Stiles could see in the reflection on his window that he was naked now. Stiles watched the reflection of his perfect, pale body as he grabbed a towel, turned around and went back into the bathroom. Once again breathing a sigh of relief, Stiles tried scooting out from under the bed as he heard the shower start. He barely managed to get back under the bed in time when Jackson came out again, this time taking a bottle of shampoo out of a plastic bag on his desk. When he went back into the shower, he didn't close the door. Sighing, Stiles resigned himself to spending the night in the dusty area under his bed.
Finally, Jackson finished his shower, stepping out and drying off. Stiles wished he were at home, enjoying the view of the man's dripping wet body as he stepped from the shower. He could still see quite well in the reflection of the window, and enjoyed the view. The danger made it hotter, too, but still made him wish he were safe. Jackson walked over to the nightstand, and Stiles began to worry even more. He knew what the man kept in his nightstand, and he only went there with the intention of jerking off. If he was gonna jerk off, he might go looking for the towel he'd just used to wipe up his cum. Watching Jackson's feet with anticipation fluttering in his stomach, Stiles held his breath, hoping that there was something besides lube and a cockring in Jackson's nightstand. The man backed up and looked toward the bed. He was almost certain to look under his bed for the cumrag, and find Stiles.
A sudden flood of relief flowed through Stiles as he watched Jackson's bare feet smack against the hardwood floor as he walked to another corner of the room. Allowing himself to breathe again, he closed his eyes and said a silent prayer. He was unbelievably lucky that-
Suddenly, Stiles was standing, Jackson behind him with a baseball bat looped between his arms, pressing against the boy's neck. "What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Jackson roared, squeezing his biceps tighter to close the metal more tightly around his stalker's neck. Unable to talk, Stiles merely whimpered. Jackson released the bat for a moment, letting it fall to the floor as he turned Stiles around, slamming him hard against the wall. Jackson pushed his arms against the boy's shoulders, holding him in his position with his back pushed up against the wall. Raising his dark eyebrows expectantly, Jackson stared into the boy's dark eyes.
"I- I dunno," Stiles muttered, unable to comprehend everything that was happening suddenly.
"Were you trying to rob me?" Jackson asked, seething. Stiles looked up and saw for the first time, realizing that Jackson was still naked. He tried to focus while drinking in his perfect physique.
"Uhm, not exactly," Stiles said, trying to keep his eyes on the blue ones staring back at him, instead of the hot cock that was mere inches from his own body. Despite his best efforts, Stiles began to get a hard-on. Moving his arms slightly, he tried to cover this up.
"Oh," Jackson said, looking down to where Stiles was trying to adjust himself beneath Jackson's grip. Letting go of one shoulder, he reached between Stiles' legs, reaching into his pants. He pulled out the white washcloth that was covered in his cum. "You're the guy that's been watching me."
"What?" Stiles said, not having to feign confusion or shock. Jackson held the sweaty, cum filled rag up to the boy's face.
"You're the one who has been looking at me through the window. I can see you through your window when I watch myself in the mirror," he said, cocking his head to one side to point to the mirror next to them. It had a clear shot into Stiles' bedroom. Stiles' penis continued to grow.
"Well, I mean, you have such a big window, with no shades or blinds," Stiles said, looking out of the floor to ceiling length industrial window next to them. He could see into his apartment, where he'd left the lights on. There was no way he could miss the boy jerking it while watching his telescope. "Wait, if you knew, why didn't you do something?"
Jackson smirked, seeming sexily confident even while buck naked in front of a relative stranger. "Well, lucky for you, I enjoy an audience; I'm kind of an exhibitionist. Though how could I not want to share this with the world?" Jackson said in a cocky tone, running his thumb down his cut abs.
"Well how convenient, I'm kind of a voyeur," Stiles said, now composed enough to employ his sharp wit. In an angry flash, Jackson reached up with his free hand and ripped Stiles' t-shirt at the neck, tearing it down to expose his nipple and shoulder.
"I'm not yours to watch!" Jackson said angrily. "Fucking pervert, I should have you arrested."
"You're just as bad as I am," Stiles said, obviously unable to stop even when clearly bested. "It's hardly conventional to show off your hot little body in front of this big window every night."
Jackson let go of his prey, taking a little step back. "Fine, get down onto my level," he said, smirking as he crossed his big arms across his hairless chest. "Strip."
"What, you wanna see-" Stiles began before Jackson reached out, twisting his exposed nipple.
"I said fucking strip!" Jackson repeated, twisting harder until Stiles squealed. The boy quickly kicked off his shoes, complying. His socks followed, along with the remains of his shirt. He was quite embarrassed, having to show off his lanky body to the perfect god he'd been watching, as well as anyone else watching through the window. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the ground before pulling his grey boxer-briefs with them.
"There," he said with a slight hand gesture as Jackson kicked the pile of clothes off into a corner. Jackson looked up and down his thin, pale body, examining the various elements.
"Turn around," Jackson said, looking thoughtfully at his backside now, observing his body. "Bend over." Stiles complied, spreading his legs and bending until his face touched the wall, and spreading his cheeks with his hands. Jackson merely observed, leaning in close before gently prodding it with his finger.
"I've only been with one guy," Stiles said as Jackson continued his inquisitive examination, pushing his finger further in as he gently caressed the boy's ball sack with his free hand. "It was a friend; Scott. At a sleep over." Stiles realized that he was over sharing, but didn't know how to stop. The awkward situation made him want to go on.
"I want you to fuck me," Jackson announced. Stiles turned around, his hard cock even harder now as it pointed out from his bush of pubic hair at the model-like boy. Jackson picked up Stiles' t-shirt, ripping it further into pieces. He first used a piece to tie Stiles' hands behind his back. He then tied the boy's feet together as well, so that he could only hobble in any direction. Finally, he shoved the cumrag into the boy's mouth, still wet with his jizz and Stiles' ball sweat.
Jackson tied Stiles' feet and hands to the bed post, so that the boy was standing up straight with his feet and hands bound together and tied to the bed. He was completely in Jackson's hands, now tied up in front of the large window. Jackson bent over, looking out of the window as he slowly backed up onto Stiles' cock. Pressing his hands against the window, Jackson pushed his pelvis back and forth, impaling himself upon the helpless boy. He moaned excessively and arched his back like a slut to make his ass pop, and Stiles noticed that his hole was looser and more used than Scott's had been.
Jackson's low hangers slapped his nuts, adding to the noise of Jackson's moans as they fucked. Jackson moved up and down as he pushed himself onto and off of Stiles' cock, obviously experienced. Stiles was physically unable to do anything but stand there and enjoy it. After a few minutes, his knees weakened, and he moaned into the cloth. Jackson quickly pulled out, turning around and putting his mouth on the dick. He sucked a few times until Stiles came; a good load into Jackson's mouth. Standing, Jackson took the cumrag out of Stiles' mouth. He snowballed the boy, kissing him as he spit the wad into his mouth. Stiles swallowed his own cum, flushing red at the kiss.
Jackson's hard, fat cock nudged at Stiles' abdomen as he silently repositioned the boy's bindings. By the time he was done, Stiles was bent over with his legs forced apart, bending down until his hands touched the ground as his nearly-virgin asshole was on display in the large window. Jackson reached under the bed, revealing a box Stiles had never seen before. Opening it behind the boy, Stiles waited a few minutes until he felt pressure against his anus. Looking back, he saw Jackson pushing a long, lube-covered string of ass beads against his hole. At first, he could easily handle them. As they gradually got larger, however, Stiles began to feel his hole stretch. Toward the end, he began to make noises of discomfort, like steam barely escaping from a kettle. Jackson continued to push, determined until he fit the last bead into the boy. Stiles breathed a sigh of relief, unsure how much more he could handle. He kind of liked the feeling of his ass being filled.
Without warning, Jackson suddenly wrenched the entire string from his ass, causing Stiles to scream out. Jackson laughed a little at the boy's pain, giving him a little spank on the ass. Even the final bead was no where near large enough to prepare Stiles for what came next. Jackson slowly began pressing his cock against the boy's now-stretched hole. Stiles clenched his fists and held his breath as he felt the monster go into him, slowly pushing further and further into his hole. His breath released from his body suddenly when Jackson hit his prostate, making him gasp with pleasure.
Having finally reached his entire dick into the boy, Jackson began pulling out, gaining a steady rhythm as he pushed in and out of the boy. Unable to grip his short hair, Jackson hooked two fingers into the boy's mouth as he rode his ass. Stiles moaned as his head hit the bed post repeatedly, making a dull thud as he wriggled beneath his bondage. With his free hand, Jackson grabbed Stiles' balls, pulling hard on them in a tight fist as he pounded the boy's ass. He enjoyed the feeling of total control, and Stiles enjoyed getting dominated as he was pleasured.
Jackson pushed deep into Stiles, freeing both of his hands to grab his hips as he pushed. Stiles' face was pushed up against the bed as Jackson unloaded several loads into him, withdrawing only enough to make himself climax. He maintained the position for a few minutes before pulling out, wiping his dick off with the cumrag and throwing it next to the jockstrap. He pulled on some pajama bottoms, letting Stiles stand spread-eagle with his ass to the window, cum leaking from his hole. Jackson finally untied the boy, tossing the shreds of the t-shirt into a wastebasket.
"You can take these, but don't put them on until you're in your aparment," Jackson commanded, gathering up Stiles' leftover clothes and handing them to him. Usually, the boy would've protested, but this time he was looking forward to a long, naked walk next door. He scooped up Jackson's cumrag and jock when he wasn't looking, too.
"Well thanks for a great time," Stiles said, blushing.
"You, too," Jackson cheekily, giving Stiles' ass a little pat as the boy walked out of the front door, totally naked.
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The next night, Stiles eagerly went to his telescope, excited to watch the show after their intimate encounter the other night. Focusing the lens, Stiles didn't bother turning off the lights this time, hoping Jackson would see him. Finding Jackson's window, he was surprised to see a pair of binoculars looking back at him. Jackson was standing at the window, wearing only pajama bottoms as he looked back up at Stiles with a pair of binoculars. Confused, Stiles just stared at the boy for a minute. Jackson put down the equipment and picked up a piece of paper with large black handwriting on it. Stiles smiled, backing away from the telescope.
On the other side of the street, Jackson held up a piece of paper, upon which he'd written "Put on the jock. I want to watch you now."