WrestleMe!

Gene looked down from his bedroom window into the backyard of his neighbor’s house. He saw Chad was sunbathing by the pool. The man was the former star quarterback of their high school and his muscular physique confirmed that title. Gene had always like Chad but knew he never had a chance with him. He was the jock who dated all the hot girls and was loved by all the cool kids. Gene was just the scrawny geeky kid who spent more time in his room watching anime or playing video games. Their places in the school’s social hierarchy couldn’t have been further apart. In fact, the only reason Chad even knew he existed was because they were neighbors. However, they were both in college now and no longer had to deal with the burden of high school cliques. Gene wondered if Chad would be interested in doing a little experimenting this summer.

He took in the sight of Chad’s chiseled abs and muscular chest, imagining his fingers sliding over the hills and valleys of the muscles. His right hand grazed over his stomach, slipping under the band of his underwear as his eyelids fluttered .

“You like what you see?” Chad asked as he sauntered up to Gene, caressing his chest with the back of his hand.”

Gene’s breath caught in his throat as he glanced at his feet and then back at Chad. He wasn’t sure how to respond. He thought when this moment came, he would have the confidence to ask for what he wanted, but now words escaped him. All he could do was admire the man who was now only a few inches from him.

Chad raked his fingers through his hair and took his sunglasses off. His piercing blue eyes dragged over Gene’s physique, taking in his lean body that barely filled the red bathing suit he wore, his smirk turning into a mischievous smile. He casually gripped Gene’s chin and lifted his head so he could look into his eyes behind the black rimmed glasses. “After all these years you finally get up the courage to talk to me, and you can’t even ask me for what you want.”

Chad’s words took him by surprise. “You knew?” he stammered.

“Kind of hard to miss you up there in the window.” He ran his fingers along Gene’s jaw and down his neck coming to rest on his shoulder and causing him to shiver. He brushed his lips over the shell of his ear.

“Remember all those nights you watched me in my room masturbating in front of the mirror? The curtains open, all the lights on. Did you like that? Did you like watching me lick my fingers after? You know what they say about guys like me. It tastes sweet. I wonder what you taste like.” He chuckled lightly. “You thought I couldn’t see you in that dark room of yours, but I could just make out your pale white skin in the reflection of the mirror. Catching the rigorous movement of your hand. I bet you make a big mess.”

“Chad, I…”

“Shhh. It’s ok. I wanted you to watch me. In fact, every time I jerked off I thought about you watching me. About those big brown eyes devouring me with lust. Thinking of those delicate fingers playing with my nipples. And those big, luscious lips wrapped around my manhood.”

Gene suddenly felt a hand on his package. He was already rock hard, but now his cock was straining against the fabric of his suit. Chad was stroking him and the feeling was too much for him to handle. Before he could say anything, his body started to spasm then euphoria washed over him. He closed his eyes and braced himself on Chad’s chest. The sensation of his muscles under his fingers was everything he imagined it would be and he wanted more.

When Gene opened his eyes again, he was standing in his darkened room, alone. His underwear was stained with his seed and his own hand was firmly gripping his cock. He let out a sigh and moved to grab the rag he kept under his bed for these occasions.

“Gene?! Is that you up there?!”

He froze and slowly turned his head back to the window. Chad was standing with his sunglasses off and looking up at him.