Watching the New Neighbor (I Spy Steve

By Olando Reez

Published on Feb 6, 2024

Gay

This is a fictional tale about my new hit neighbor. Average height, gingery facial hair and a hot tattooed body. He is a nice friendly guy with a southern drawl. He is straight (sadly) but still a nice guy. And I have a fantasy of getting into his jeans. This is only fiction as my hit neighbor is straight and married with kids in tow. But I am sure I could show this hunk how Friendly I could be...

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Watching the New Neighbor (I Spy Steve (2)

... I moved into the new place about a month and a half later. Seeing the hot neighbor out with his family. Again him looking like typical man that was nicely stuffed into his clothes that seemed just a size tight on him. And i met the neighbors wife. Lindsay was her name. She was ever so pretty. The couple had two young boys in town. And anytime I saw daddy pick up one of the boys into his arms I got excited. feeling almost jealous of the kid that was wrapped in this hunks arms.

"Goddamn" I would say as I saw him

I soon found myself gazing out from behind the curtains when ever I heard the truck pulling in. The sound a tympany that signaled the man's arrival. Just looking out through the curtains to watch him walk up his drive after parking. Looking at his his clothes fit his body. Wanting his shirt off so I could check out the tattoos he had. I just knew that at least on the on side that the tattoos spread up to his shoulders at the least. Maybe even into his meaty chest. Then my eyes would quickly move down to the jeans that were always such a delight to see. The lovely bulge to the side that told of what this man had between his meaty thighs.

"My God he is so fucking hot". I said as I stared at his though the glass.

And this ritual of watching him come home was an almost daily occurrence. As he always arrived back home after I did. Just that tiny glimpse of the stud and that delicious looking crotch any day and I was pulling at myself later in my room. Jerking off in his name as I pictured the hit stud in my room, naked and with his cock hanging out. Or maybe imagining him fucking me as I shoved a dildo up my ass. All these thoughts had me almost obsessed with him.

"Steve. Awe fuck me Steve!" I chanted as I plowed myself up with the fake cock "Five it to me stud. I need that fucking man's dick" "Yess"

The only thing was I was not seeing as much as I would like. Or I had to base it all off the recent memory of what my eyes saw. So the next thing was to get some pictures of him if possible. Yes it was very paparazzi stalker of me. But I literally could not go a day with out my viewing of the man. I went into the spare room closet. Knowing I had a camera I had not used in ages. I plucked out out and shoved some batteries into it. Then shoved a drive chip into it. Then I waited for his next arrival. I was eating dinner one evening when I heard his truck up the street. Thankfully his 'mating call' engine burble always alerted me to his arrival. I bolted up from the table and went to the hall closet where I had put the camera. Grabbing it and going to the front window. Pushing the lens through the slot between the curtains. My eye in the eye piece and the lens aimed at the area around his truck. Just waiting for him to exit the thing. It seemed forever as he let the thing side there idle as he was apparently doing something in his truck.

"Come on man" I huffed with frustration "Get out of here truck"

Then he finally did. I saw the door opened and him step out of the vehicle. Then he came around to my side and I started to click off the camera. Taking a good 8 or 9 shits as he moved along the side and up the drive to his house. Disappearing in moments. I pulled back the camera and then rush to where my computer was. I pulled out the shop from the camera and plugged it into the slot on the side of the computer. Then I clicked the icon for it, opening up the images from the camera. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about the images I might see. For as he walked up the drive I did see crotch bulge through the lens. But was unsure of how well I caught the images.

"Yess. Ohh fuck yess" I huffed with excitement

The camera had caught four great images of his crotch as he walked. Two showing a beautiful thing laying there just to the right of the zipper. There it was, his dick bulge in all its glory. I saved the appropriate images to my computer and then cleared them from the camera. Then putting the camera back into the closet. I returned to my room layer to view the images I saved. Pulling out my dick so I could fantasize about Steve bulge as much as I pleased. Stroking myself to a lovely orgasm from just those images

"Ohh God, yess!" I shouted as I blew "Fucking hot man. Soo fucking hot!"

And my lust and desire grew with each day that I was able to capture new images. But as it was, this was my only way to have this hot man. Via these images I stole from him as he came home. Capturing his gorgeous bulges at least twice a week. Soon I had a collection of several dozen images of the man and his fantastic bulge. A bulge I wanted more than anything in the world to shove my face into. Finding myself jerking off constantly to the hit man and these images. Using my fake dick so cock to fuck myself in his name. Jacking my dick in the one hand and the other pushing that 7 inch fake dick into my hole. Then crying out the hot man's name.

"Yes, Steve, Steve. Awee fuck me stud. Fuck mee!" I cried out "Want that fucking dick to plow me. Yess, yess!"

I would speed up the assault on my ass until I lasted out my cum again. Drenching myself in it. Then sitting back in my chair or falling back into bed. Drained from the experience. Still gazing at the hot bulge images before me.

"How I fucking wish" I said to myself as I lay there...

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To be continued

Next: Chapter 27: I Spy Steve 3


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