THE NEIGHBOR PART 2 Soon after cumming, Warren passed out o..

THE NEIGHBOR PART 2 Soon after cumming, Warren passed out on the living room floor. The next morning he awake, well past noon, naked in bed. On the night stand was a letter from Erica, “I’m off to Europe for a week. I want your ass out of my house by the time I get home.” Warren crumbled up the letter in his fist and throw it across the room. “Bitch,” he murmured before putting his hands under the expensive silk sheets and rubbed down his chisel eight pack to his hard morning hardon. He gripped his meat in the silk sheet and began to jack off. He loved the feel of the sheets against his hard throbbing cock as he pumped it. He closed his eyes and relived events of the night before. Warren had watched the older neighbor fuck both hot muscular marines up the ass until both younger, butch men came on the terraces. It was obvious to Warren that the older man had shot a load in each Marines ass. After Warren came, from watching the Marines get used, he was surprised to learn it wasn’t over. From the huge mansion emerged two more marines, in their camouflage combat uniform. They were just as built and masculine as the first two. It didn’t seem a big surprised though that their fellow Marines were naked and bent over on all fours, cum oozing from their grappling holes. In fact, the two additional marines were accompanied by two men the age of the mansion’s owner. The two men were dress in casual expensive clothes that looked like they were headed to the golf course. Warren watched as the men talked to the naked older man. They were laughing and talking. Warren remember focusing the telescope on the two new marines, and was surprised to see the older men had their hands on the marines’ uniformed asses. Neither marine moved nor protest as they stood at attention, while getting groped and m0lested. Warren remembered the blank looks on their rugged faces while he jacked off faster and harder. He relived them getting undress, stripping out of their uniforms, joining the first two marines, naked in only their heavy combat boots and dog tag. Warren arched his back, lifting his muscular ass off the bed as he shot his load on to the expensive sheets. He finally willed himself out of the comfortable bed, and walked naked into the livingroom, with his impressive cock was swinging between his long muscular thighs. When he saw the telescope his cock came to life. With his cock head pointing the way, Warren head over and peeked through the telescope. The terraces was empty and he was about to turn away when he saw the four marines leaving the house. They were all four in their uniforms, appearing to be laughing and joking as they crossed the terraces toward their car in front of the house. They looked so masculine and tough. If he hadn’t saw it himself, he would never imagine them allowing anyone to use them in the matter they were used the previous night. Warren couldn’t believe he was being turned into some kind of sick gay pervert. He needed to workout, clear his mind. He decided to go for a run. He put on a jockstrap, a pair of short running shorts and sneakers and left the house. It felt so good as he started to run along the curved roads in the hills. His mind became clear as his muscular legs pumped out the run. He breathed in and out, long controlled breaths. Sweat was pouring over his hard sculptured body. When he heard a motorcycle roaring up the road, Warren moved over to the side of the road. It was a motorcycle cop. Warren’s mind went insistently to the cop on the first night he looked through the telescope. The cop slowed, looked at him, through the mirror sunglasses, and nodded. The cop wore a trimmed beard that Warren didn’t remember seeing the first time. However, from the thickness of the cop’s thighs and the bulging arm, with arm band tattoos, Warren knew it was the same cop. Once passed Warren, the police officer sped up again, heading down the hill. Warren continued to run but the images he witnessed the last few days returned to fill his mind. His cock stiffened in his jockstrap and began to bounce as he ran. Before he knew it, he was passing a large close gate to a private drive. He knew instinctively that this was the house he been spying on. The upper floor of the luxury, classical mansion rose over the trees in the distance. The massive gate of bronze, iron, and steel looked like it belongs in front of a palace of royalty. As Warren passed, he slowed his run and had an eerily feeling that he was being watched. When he returned to his Erica’s house, he found a hand written invitation on the door step. His name appeared in elegant large letters. He opened the invitation and found he was invited to a party Friday night. Then he noticed the party address. It was none other then the mansion he was spying on. Warren was both creeped out and aroused that the older man knew his name and that he was staying there, and actually was inviting him to his house. Warren practically jumped when his cellphone rang. When he pulled out his phone, He was relieved when it was his buddy Ross. “Hey, what up,” Warren answered. “Dude, you got a rich babe so you staying away from us poor gymrat’s,” Ross laughed over the phone. “No man, just been busy,” Warren suddenly felt guilty. “No problem bud, just giving you a hard time. Arthur and I are heading to the gym for leg day. You want to join us.” Warren had walked across the living room as Ross talked on the phone. “Yeah, I think I do need to get out of here for a while,” Warren replied over the phone as he looked out of the wall of windows. Standing on the balcony of the mega mansion was the older man, and from the distance it appeared he was holding binoculars up to his face. The man was looking straight at the Warren. “Cool, can you be down here in thirty,” Ross asked over the line. “Uh, yeah, sure, see you then,” Warren hung up the phone. Staring back across the distance, Warren felt compelled to pull down his running shorts. His cock was hard and straining against the jock pouch as he stared back at the man. Warren then slowly turned, giving the older man a view, through the binoculars, of the profile of his muscular tight ass. It was like a shelf, poking from under the jockstrap. Perfectly sculptured and placed high and tight. He felt the older man’s eyes on him as he walked across the living room and into the master bedroom to change. Warren felt so turned on, knowing he was being watched, as he slide the jockstrap down his muscular sculptured legs, and spreading his tight ass cheeks as he lifted each leg to take them off. His cock was standing straight ahead, throbbing and leaking. Warren was a natural narcissist and he found himself lavishing in the attention, even if it was from another man. Instead of getting ready to go to the gym, Warren found himself laying on the bed, facing the wall windows. He lifted his thick legs and began to jack off his cock, between them. It was like he was on pilot or not in control of himself at all. As he jack off with one hand, he reach down to his exposed hole and began to finger himself. He never even considered having anything in his ass before, especially his own finger. However, it suddenly felt so right and good. He jacked off faster as he moved a finger in and out of his hole. He began to moan in pleasure. Warren could feel the stranger still watching him through the binoculars and it was driving him wild. Warren wanted to put on a show for him, to aroused the stranger. He was thrusting his hips into the air as he pushed a finger then two fingers into his virgin hole. He continued to jack off faster as his body was experiencing new delights. Then, he closed his eyes, aching his back into the air and shot wave after wave. Cum landed on the white fur carpet in front of the bed and drops even sailed through the air, hitting the glass wall.