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Subject: Green Wood – Part 2 Part 2 A work of fiction by Jesse Lawson Please consider donating to Nifty. If you have any comments or questions about this story, you may reach out to ail with the story title as the subject line. Jack had a long evening. The kid was the one doing the peeping, not him. He wasn’t to blame. It was just looking out of his window after a shower. He was allowed to be naked in his own house. Jack tried to rationalize his thoughts and behavior. It was only an imagination. Troy was in his mind because he was the first person Jack had talked to in a few days. That’s all. It wasn’t because Jack wanted to do what he’d imagined. It was just a coincidence. Jack wrestled with his thoughts as he made dinner and turned a football game on the TV. Typically, he’d do this with no shirt on, not caring if the shades were pulled or not. But tonight, he closed the blinds and put on a shirt, even though it was warm. Jack tried to hide himself from the world and his lustful thoughts from himself. Troy, on the other hand, was happy to explore the thoughts seeing Mr. Bray twice that day had given him. Troy was a late bloomer. His friends had already developed strong sexual urges, and he knew he didn’t share most of them. But lately, he’d noticed those urges in himself. Mostly around men like Mr. Bray and his late husband. He had been having these urges just when Mr. Olsen — Mr. Bray’s partner — had died suddenly, and he remembered feeling guilty about having thought about him like that. And Troy had stopped. Until today. After he saw Mr. Bray making his basket in the garage across the alley, Troy had ridden his bike off to see his friends with a raging boner. Mr. Bray looked so good. Troy was a small kid and the largeness of Mr. Bray seemed so comforting and inviting. When he waved at the nude Mr. Bray through the second story window, Troy had felt tiny but seen. He wasn’t sure if Mr. Bray was looking at him or if he happened to be at the window when Troy turned around. He looked guilty for some reason. Troy sat through dinner with his family with an absent mind, only nodding and making grunts when it was his turn to answer a question. But in his room alone that night, his mind was sharp. He strained to remember every detail of Mr. Bray in the window. His huge frame. His hairy body. His bush. His enormous cock swinging between his legs below the laundry basket. His big balls that hung on either side of his thick shaft. His pillar shaped legs. Troy knew the mechanics of sex. bursa escort He knew he was supposed to want to fuck things that turned him on. He tried to imagine what Mr. Bray’s big thick furry ass would look like on his pink little cock with it’s much less impressive bush. It was almost comical to think about. Troy imagined that his cock wouldn’t even be long enough to reach Mr. Bray’s asshole before his pelvis thrust into the man’s deep meaty ass cheeks. Troy folder a pillow over and pressed his throbbing teen cock in the crevice. It’d probably feel like that but hairier, he thought. And then Troy flipped the script. What is he was the one getting fucked? He felt his ass twitch at the thought. Would Mr. Bray want to fuck him? Was he even a top? Mr. Bray was younger than his partner. But he was bigger. It was hard to tell. But Troy could tell that his cock was definitely more alert at the thought of Mr. Bray using Troy’s ass and not the other way around. “Yeah, I’m a bottom,” Troy thought decidedly. “And just seeing the neighbor across the street in the garage got me hard, so I must be a slut, too.” This turned Troy on. “Yeah, faggo*t,” he thought to himself, “you’re just a hole for big cock.” Troy lay on the bed and touched his cock and hole, imagining Mr. Bray on top of him ready to teach him to fuck and running his big uncut tool over his boy chute. This put Troy in heat. He needed to turn up the heat. His mind raced. How could he make this hotter? And idea hit him. Trying to keep quiet, he took off all his clothes. He then scooted his twin bed over so that it was lined up parallel with the window. He peeked out of the curtains, and noticed that all of Mr. Bray’s curtains were drawn except window on the stairs they’d catch eyes from. Troy looked out. No other neighbors seemed to have good views into his window except Mr. Bray from a couple of windows on the rear of his house. Even if they did see Troy, they wouldn’t see Mr. Bray watching if he ever did. It was impossible to see them both. From his sock drawer, Troy pulled a little travel bottle of lotion he’d nicked from his family’s last trip in a hotel. Troy laid on his bed so that his cock and torso could be clearly seen through the window and proceeded to close his eyes in imagination. He put a little lotion on his hand and rubbed it on his cock and pussy. He rubbed his hole and cockhead in tandem, imagining Mr. Bray’s thick hooded meat teasing his virgin hole that desperately wanted to be turned into a slutty hole. His work bursa escort bayan was slow. He beat his pink little meat with occasional slow strokes and eagerly worked in a whole finger in his tight lustful boy pussy. He imagined Mr. Bray looming over him, pushing his small body into his bed as he entered his unpenetrated hole. “You’re such a good boy,” Mr. Bray would say to him, knowing that what they were doing was wrong. Mr. Bray would not be a match for the lust Troy would trap him in. And Mr. Bray would fuck his virgin ass and be addicted. “Thank you, Mr. Bray,” Troy whispered to himself. He wiggled his finger in his bum as he looked out the window and into Mr. Bray’s house. He tried to see if there was any movement. Did the shadows on the curtains or blinds move? Was that a light that turned on? He was desperate to see Mr. Bray’s big, strong body again and to have it pressed against him. Downstairs in his living room, Jack ate his dinner in front of the football game on TV. He sipped a beer and tried to focus on the game even as his mind kept being invaded by thoughts of Troy and Dan and guilt and desire. He had a second beer. And a whiskey. And a third beer. All before halftime. Getting up to pee, he spilled the last bit of his third beer on himself. Muttering some curse words, he wandered up to his room to change into his night clothes, even though it was a few hours before when he usually went to bed. Across the back yards and alley, Troy pleasured himself in full view of Mr. Bray’s staircase window, and he watched the back of Mr. Bray’s house intently. He thought he could tell when he was going to the kitchen. Suddenly, a lot of movement happened, and Mr. Bray appeared briefly in the stairwell window, his back facing the window as he ascended the stairs. Was he already going to bed? It was pretty early. Troy got on his knees in front of his window to show the full view of his body and watch Mr. Bray’s window more carefully. His cock throbbed. He was so close to cumming. A minute passed. Two. Troy touched his hole with one hand and rubbed his cockhead with the other. And suddenly, Mr. Bray was back in a different outfit. Grey pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt. Troy could see his enormous manhood flopping even from the distance. “Look up!” Troy thought impatiently. He whispered it to himself and screamed it in his head. On his end, Jack was drunkenly trying to avoid the window he’d been caught looking from. He wished it had curtains to pull. He thought about it as he escort bursa ascended the stairs and now as he began walking down them. And in the darkening of the evening, he sensed flashing through the window. Not like lightening but like a strobe. Troy, desperate to get Mr. Bray’s attention, flicked the lamp by his bed on and off, his face out of frame and only his little hard cock and legs showing through the window. This is what Jack looked up to see. And even in his drunkenness, he knew this was a choice to be made. Troy didn’t know yet that he’d been seen and succeeded in getting Jack’s attention. Jack could walk down the stairs, get a covering for that window at his next opportunity, and not let himself fall onto a path that would surely end with him impaling his high school freshman neighbor on his massive cock. Or he could have him. It was clear that the task would be easy. And it was clear that he wanted it. Jack paused on the step, sealing his fate, and waited for the flickering to stop. When it did, Troy’s face appeared in the window, and he waved at Jack as he had from the garage. Suddenly nervous, Troy’s cock limpened as Jack reached down and rubbed himself through his pajamas. Troy froze, watching Jack respond as Troy had so wanted him to. Jack let his cock fill with blood and lust, but he didn’t fish it from his pants for the boy. He bit his lip and put his finger in the air, making a circling motion. Troy obeyed and turned to show his perfect pink bottom to his burly neighbor. Knowing he was safe to express himself however he wanted, Troy rested forward on one hand and touched his little cunt with the other, working his hole with the thin softness of his forefinger and making his boy cock leak again. Jack watch eagerly as the boy showed his pussy off. Was this kid already a whore? Or was that hole unused? Jack wondered. His cock fought against his pajama bottoms. Troy pushed himself up to his knees, keeping his ass in full view for Mr. Bray. And he beat his cock furiously. He looked over his shoulder at Mr. Bray who signaled for him to turn back around. The boy did so — already realizing he liked being told what to do. He watched as Jack continued to caress his huge meat through his pants. Troy pointed at Mr. Bray and then at his own cock, trying to signal that he wanted to see Mr. Bray’s enormous meat. Jack shook his head in refusal. Troy was disappointed, but the denial turned him on even more. His eyebrows pressed together as he climaxed. As his balls jumped, his little cunt clamped down on his finger, and little ropes of cum splattered on the bedroom window. Troy went dizzy with ecstasy, and when he came back to life, Mr. Bray had disappeared downstairs to get another beer.

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