Good Neighbor Policy

This is a true story, albeit one leaned up a bit for grammatical reasons. It happened in the late 1990's.

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I have lived in the same apartment for a long time. The apartment itself is nothing special – it's actually tiny and in an old building, so it has problems, but it is one of the cheapest places in the neighborhood, and the neighborhood is great. Central enough to make going anywhere very simple, but in an old neighborhood near the park, so it's a very pleasant place.

Over the years I have lived here, I have had many, many neighbors, and have gotten to know some of them moderately well, and a few very well indeed. But the ones that are the most special to me (in the sense used on this web site) have always been those whoA) Lived across the patio from me, andB) Had a more ... adventurous frame of mind.

One of those was a woman with a warm personality, a great laugh, and an amazing ass. She lived across from me for nearly three years, and during her last few months here she spent as many nights in my place as she did hers. Which I guess was good, as her place was ... notmessyas such, but very cluttered with lots and lots of clothes and fish tanks. We could have gone further, but I would not move to Montana with her when she got a better job, so that ended.

A year or so after she moved out, and after the next tenants (who werecompleteassholes, and had to be evicted) moved out, a pair of young guys moved in there. Note that this is a one-bedroom apartment, so it came as no surprise to me that they were gay, but some of the details made for a very interesting year.

I have (as those of you who have read my stories may have guessed) a strong exhibitionist tendency. I keep it mostly under wraps, as I work in the legal field and know what is often done to exhibitionists, but I can still be adventurous. When those boys moved in (they were about 10 years my junior so I can call them boys), I watched them passively through the blinds while working at my desk as I watch the whole complex (not in a perverse way, but as scenery, and as a safety concern. I helped put out one fire here, and helped avert an assault when one of the bad tenants tried to take a knife to his wife. Watching the more interesting tenants is just the icing on the cake), and learned some of their patterns and personalities.

Mike was the older of the two – in his mid 20's, and build like a laborer. Solid, slightly stocky, hard working and quiet. Raoul was the younger, and was a college student. He was about the same height as Mike, but more slender, though not skinny. He was also the more outgoing, and spent more time at home, so we said more than "hi" when we passed on the patio.

They lived right across from me, and I noticed early on that like me (someone who likes to save on my electric bills), they left their blinds at least partly open when the sun was up, and sometimes didn't close them entirely when the sun went down and the lights went on. They also, like me, had a tendency to walk around the inside of their apartment nude, or close to it. If I sat injustthe right spot, I could see into their living room, and they mine. And over the first month or so, we began to show off for each other.

I'd set up my ironing board in the middle of the living room, and do laundry in just my shorts, and I'd occasionally see them looking in. Trying to be casual about it, butdefinitelylooking in. And never when both of them were home.

So I pushed the envelope. When I saw one of them looking (and often, like me, either nude or just in shorts), I'd rub my cock through my shorts. When I saw one watching (not just glimpsing, but standing and actively looking), I'd put on a VHS of porn (sometimes straight, sometimes bi), and watch the reactions. And I got good reactions.

Over the months, things escalated. We went from seeing each other through half-open blinds, to watching each other, to outright performing for each other.

I would get home from work, and if not working that night (two jobs are often necessary in large cities) would strip down to what was comfortable in Southern California – cutoffs or less – and read, or write, or watch TV, or study. And a couple of nights a week, I'd look over and see one of them doing the same thing. And then I'd turn down the light, and slip out of my shorts. And then they would. And we'd masturbate to climax while watching each other.

Raoul had the larger cock – seven inches or slightly more, and nicely thick, but Mike shot larger loads, and took longer to cum. It was exciting as all hell, but we didn't take it any further for reasons that are not entirely clear to me now. Hell – I just wish I'd had a web-cam then, to save memories of that time of adventure.

But one day I saw Mike at the mailboxes at the front of the building, and he told me that he'd gotten a better job, and the two of them would be moving out at the end of the month. Nothing more – just that they were leaving.

That Friday night, I got home at the same time as usual, and didn't have to work or go to school, and it was a nice warm night, so I skinned down, showered, slipped into some shorts and turned on the TV while I made dinner. An hour or so later, I saw motion out of the window, and caught the door to their apartment closing. I cracked the blinds just a touch further open, and out of the corner of my eye saw occasional glimpses of movement in their apartment. Both of them were home, so I expected nothing, but a bit after sunset, I saw first one, and then another of them walking around the apartment without a stitch on. Both at once. With the lights on. That was unusual.

So I put on a tape – what passed for very torrid back in those days – and tossed my shorts into the laundry bin. By the time I finished that I was completely hard, and I looked through the blinds to see that both of them were also quite aroused and entirely nude. They both could see the TV screen behind me, but neither was looking at it – they were looking at me, and so I grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking, as I had before.

And I gotta tell you, it was more exciting with a larger audience. But if they enjoyed watching more than usual, I enjoyed it more than I could have expected. Two naked people are more fun to watch than one naked person, because there are things that two can do that one can't. And they demonstrated that very ably.

We watched each other for a few minutes, and my cock got even harder – hard enough that it was almost painful, but there was not much I could do other than watch and stroke. But they had other options. Once they were certain I was paying full attention, Mike reached over and started stroking Raoul's cock, and Raoul returned the favor, occasionally pausing and licking the pre-cum off of his fingers. The first time he did that, I just stared, and the second time, I licked my lips in sympathy, and had to slow my hand down to keep from cumming too soon.

Then Raoul went down to his knees and took Mike's cock in his mouth, all of the way to the base in one long slurp. He pulled back very very slowly, following his lips with his tongue as he reached the head, and then swirling his tongue around the head before plunging down to engulf Mike's cock again, and then settling into a steady rhythm for just long enough for Mike to feel the need to push him back and away, to keep from cumming too soon.

Then Raoul stood up and Mike bent over, and took Raoul's cock into his mouth. He was much more gradual and ginger about the whole thing, nibbling and licking and rubbing his way up and down the shaft just long enough that Raoul had to grip his shoulder to make him stopped.

And then they both stood up, grinned, and waved at me.

"Come on over" they said. I couldn't hear them, but I can read lips well enough, and expressions well enough, and gestures well enough. I pointed at my chest and said "me?" and they both nodded, and thrust their cocks out towards me.

I gave it all of 37 milliseconds thought, and then I cranked the blinds more closed (the three of us were not the only tenants in the building, and we'd come close to getting caught more than once, which I found and still find an enormous turn-on), and then I looked out of the window at the other apartment windows. Most of them had lights on, but almost all of them that I could see had the blinds closed most of the way. I'd be taking a risk, not knowing what the apartments above me and next to me were up to, but I just said, in essence, "fuck it" and walked, completely naked and with a raging hard-on across the patio to Mike and Raoul's door.

Fortunately for all of us, they opened their door immediately, and there was no commotion behind me, so I doubt anyone saw me, but just knowing someone could was a giant rush. When I got into their apartment, Mike started to close the blinds, but I stopped his hand and told him to leave them cracked open. If someone really wanted a show, I'd give it to them!

Right by the window, I knelt, and sucked Mike's cock into my mouth. I gave him a good few strokes, and then pulled back and did the same for Raoul. Mike was nicely thick, but just the right size to fill my mouth completely, while Raoul was just enough longer that I had to take him into my throat to take him all of the way to the base. I alternated sucking both of them for what seemed like a very short time before they told me to stop, and we all moved toward their couch.

Raoul collapsed onto the couch and I immediately went to my knees and started sucking furiously on his cock. Mike moved to my side and grabbed my ass, and I had to come up for air and tell him that I wasn't at all into that. He looked a bit disappointed, which is his right, but then I twisted my torso a bit so he could reach my cock and he grabbed a good hand full and started to stroke it.

We did that for a while, until I felt too close to cumming, so I pulled my mouth off of Raoul and asked Mike to stop. When he didn't look very willing, I twisted around and slurped the puddle of pre-cum that had dribbled down Mike's cock into my mouth, and then licked him from root to crown and then back up, squeezing his cock to bring more out through the head and then lickingthatoff. Then I pulled his arms to he would stand, and leaned back against the front of the couch next to Raoul's legs and started seriously sucking Mike off. I developed a rhythm with my mouth and tongue, and used the hand I wasn't using to keep myself sitting upright to massage his balls and taint at the root of his cock.

Raoul quickly got the clue, and got off of the couch and down onto all fours where he engulfed my cock with his mouth, setting up a similar rhythm to the one I'd established with Raoul. I took Mike abut halfway down most of the time, but every five or six strokes took him all of the way to the root, and sometimes just held his cock in my throat, and used my tongue to massage the underside of his cock. I could tell by the large amounts of drool and pre-cum that were spilling out of my mouth that this was really getting to him, when he moaned loudly and gasped "I'm going to cum!"

I took his cock all of the way to the root at that, pumped a couple of times, and then backed off just as he came in giant spurts all over my face and chest. As soon as the spurts slowed down, I took his cock in my mouth again and took the last couple of dribbles, easing off gradually and squeezing the last bits of cum out with my lips onto my tongue.

Raoul saw what was happening, and sat up to watch, which stopped him from sucking me. I knew I was close, so I pulled him to his feet and dove down on his cock, desperately seeking another load before I came. He'd been stroking himself while he sucked me, and he liked what he'd seen, so he was right on the verge himself, so he came on my face and in my mouth just before I shot an enormous load that reached almost up to my neck. I milked the last few drops out of Raoul as Mike licked my chest and cock clean, and then I got up, checked to be sure the coast was clear, and walked across the patio to my own place to shower.

They moved out Sunday, and I would have missed them more had they not left me with a load of clap. Some people (me) need to be more careful before we dive in to the deep end. But if I could find a group that adventurous, but more careful, I'd do it again in a moment.