Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01

Hot Neighbor

Hot Neighbor

My alarm blares as I creak open my eyes. 7 am is way too early for a morning class. The weather is so nice, can't I just stay home and enjoy it? I shut off the alarm with a slap, and wish I could fall back asleep. I fall back onto my pillow, and hear my mother call

"Alex, your father and I are heading out now! Don't be late for school!" She knows I would go back to sleep too if I could. Living with your parents might seem lame when you're in college, but it really helps with cost of living, especially when your mom insists on feeding you.

I hear the door close and the car pull away, but my morning wood is leaking through the sheets so I'll have to take care of that before anything else can happen today. I smirk, and lick my palm. When I pull back the covers my full mast cock is staring straight back at me. I've always liked my cock. Nothing special, about six inches full erect and straight as an arrow, unlike me. When I touched myself this morning I was thinking of the hot neighbor next door. The way Kyle likes to do yardwark without a shirt on. Sometimes I stare, and hope he doesn't notice.

I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but I've been working through quite the libido. I work my shaft up and down and spread my legs to feel the full effects and really get into it. I close my eyes and blow my load all over my sheets, and let it roll down onto my fingers. Yep, gonna have to wash those soon.

I take a shower, make toast, and butter it, and run out the door, checking my phone for messages. Outside, Kyle is unfortunately wearing a gray, sleeveless shirt while shoveling something. His arms look great in it, and I bet he smells amazing, too. He works as a construction worker or something with contracting I'm not sure, but it really keeps him fit. He's around 35 or something so he'd never be interested in someone who's a senior in college. Oh shit, am I staring again?

"Uh, morning Kyle!" I wave. He wipes the sweat from his forehead, and lifts his shirt to get the rest from his face. I can feel all my blood rushing to my cock again.

"Hey kid, on your way to class?" He let his shirt back down, but I know what those chiseled abs look like. He doesn't talk much, but I know he graduated from the same college as me and moved in here before we did. I forgot to answer. Maybe he didn't notice.

"Your parents told me they're going on a trip for the week. You gonna be okay?" I couldn't tell if his tone was condescending or actually worried so I went with a neutral response.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, they left me plenty of food."

"Ah, Well.."

"Gotta go, don't wanna be late, sorry."

"Yep. Don't get too wild while your parents are out."

I continued down the sidewalk, but had to look back. He was back to shoveling, putting all of his thigh muscle into keeping him balanced as he pushed through the hard clay. I thought I saw him see me peeking at him from his peripery so I straightened my head and kept going. Okay, I looked one more time, and this time he was shirtless! If there was a body I'd want in a boyfriend, that would be it. I've been over to his house a few times to help him with his computer. I've seen his trophies on the wall. All of them football and wrestling. I've never seen him with anyone though. Maybe that's how he likes it.

I walk into the large lecture hall and sit next to some friends.

"Two minutes and we'll get started." I heard the professor announce.

"Almost late again, Alex? You know, they have help groups for people with masturbation addiction." Nathan said, his head held up by his hand.

"Well when you hit puberty one day you'll understand."

"Please, some of us need to study." Wallace said into his textbook.

The lecture started. He went on and on about how a particle travels through a circumference of...okay I didn't pay attention. I balanced my erasers and pencils on top of each other, but they were so tall! The lecture is four hours long, but we have a break halfway through for ten minutes. I just decided to go home. My parents aren't home all week, and class just doesn't seem like the place to be.

On my way home I put on a Spotify playlist and put in my Airpods. A blue sedan, not unlike Kyle's past and I looked back, but couldn't make out the driver. He might tell my parents I'm out of class way too early. As I got to my front door, I took a quick look around to make sure none of the neighbors saw me at home at this time. Everyone knows everybody and their schedules.

I stepped into the bathroom and stripped before closing the door. Another perk of being alone is being naked in the house. I let the water get steaming hot before getting in and let out a long sigh as the steam filled my lungs and the hot water massaged my back. This was going to be a good week. I could feel it.

I love hot showers. You get to run your hands up and down all the curves of your body and feel things, and learn every part. Great, and I'm hard again. Am I a narcissist? Whatever. I reached back and spread my cheeks, teasing myself with the mental plan of what I had in mind after the shower. I soaped up a finger and rubbed up and down and dipped in past my asshole. I swirled it around, feeling the nooks and crannies inside myself. They were soft and smooth and warm and moist. I flexed and pulled in different directions, tugged at the ring of muscle inside. I spread my legs apart and dipped another finger in, and smoothly slid them in and out. I worked into a rhythm, feeling my muscles squeeze around my hand as I wriggled them around inside me. I pushed them apart, stretching my hole and rocked in motion. I relaxed and knew I was ready.

I slipped my finger out, and finished washing up. I put on a towel to dry off. It was a warm and lazy day so I walked to air dry the rest of the way. Going through the house completely nude, letting the bright orange light shine over my body felt good. Being alone is really the only time I felt completely comfortable. And who doesn't like to walk around naked? I headed for my room.

I've always had a plain room, but I guess that's because the things that are interesting to me aren't things you want out in the open for anyone to see. I have the typical hiding spots. And clean enough my parents don't check. I grabbed the largest dildo from my collection. I hadn't had the privacy to be able to try to work up to it until now. I decide to use the living room as well to be extra naughty. Sat on the couch, the cock next to me was about triple my size. I lubed it up and eagerly pressed it to my hole.

I felt the tip pop in with a little pain. I turned around, squeezed and flexed on it, wiggled around, and laid my head on the top of the sofa. Once you get the tip in, just a few inches, the rest kind of slides deep inside you. I relaxed with the head fully in now. My mouth was open, tongue out moving up and down. Just the head for a while, then the next few inches, three inches, then four, five, let it squeeze for a minute and relax, push down, six! All the way out, up and down, then all the way in, seven, eight. Oh my god this feels so good.

Oh god, I'm so close, I'm not even touching my cock. There's nothing better than sliding all the way down the entire length of a long, thick, hard shaft. Some people like to go slow, but it's the first four inches that are my favorite. Where you have to kind of grind into it and after that the rest just gets sucked in by your insides and makes you feel so full. I fell into a rhythm. Felt the thick base press into my cheeks on the way down.

My breathing got heavier, and I closed my eyes and fantasied again about Kyle next door. Was he at work? Lifting something heavy? I could see his arms flexing, could smell his sweat. I could see him bending over to pick something else up or maybe driving machinery. Did he wear a uniform, maybe? A hard hat and a vest?

I opened my eyes and look at the back of the couch and the wall, panting, trying to catch my breath. I'm leaking precum, naked on the couch. I turn my head around to the right to see the empty kitchen. What was I expecting. Still, I get paranoid. I'm not used to the house being empty. I turn to the left, towards the front door, and see Kyle standing inside, with the door closed.

Oh shit, how long had he been there! And he's holding a camera aimed at me. A small, red thing with a circular lens.