WINDOW EYEING
I’m the pastor’s son. Good boy. Respectable family. Always been straight… or at least I told myself that until he moved into the neighborhood.
Every morning I’d stand by the window, pretending to read my bible, but really I was waiting for him. The new guy. Shirtless, muscular as sin, walking down our quiet street like he owned it. His body was ridiculous — thick chest, deep abs, arms that looked like they could crush me. He always slowed down in front of our house. Our eyes would lock through the glass. Intense. Too long. My cock would get so hard it hurt, and I’d hate myself for it.
I tried to fight it. Prayed about it. Told myself it was just curiosity. But every day my hand would slip into my pants after he passed, jerking off furiously while thinking about those muscles.
Then one morning he stopped right at the window.
He looked straight at me, sweat glistening on his chest. “You watch me every day,” he said, voice low and rough. “Come to my house. Now.”
My legs moved before my brain could stop them. I slipped out and followed him like a dog.
Inside his house, he didn’t waste time. He pushed me against the wall, pulled my shirt off, and ran his big rough hands over my body. I was shaking.
“I… I’ve never…” I whispered, ashamed.
“I know,” he growled. “But you want it.”
He kissed me hard, tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Then he dropped to his knees, yanked my pants down, and swallowed my aching cock in one wet motion. I moaned like a whore, grabbing his hair as he sucked me sloppy and deep.
But he wasn’t done. He turned me around, bent me over his couch, and spread my ass. I felt his thick cockhead press against my tight hole.
“Wait— I can’t—” I begged weakly.
“You can,” he said, and pushed in.
I cried out as he stretched me open, inch by thick inch. It hurt. It burned. Then it felt so fucking good I wanted to die. He started fucking me raw, deep, pounding my ass like he hated me. Every thrust made my virgin hole grip tighter around his cock.
“Fuck… you’re tight, pastor’s boy,” he groaned, slamming harder.
I came hands-free, shooting all over his floor while he bred me, filling my guts with hot cum. My legs gave out. I was shaking, moaning, completely broken.
He pulled out slowly, watching his load drip down my thighs.
“Next time,” he said, slapping my ass, “you’re gonna beg for it louder.”
I stood there, cum leaking out of me, knowing I’d be back at that window tomorrow… waiting for him again.
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