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Lockdown in the UK. That first few months, when we all worried about what Covid would bring, and stayed at home to save lives. Like so many others I moved out of my office in the city and started to work from home as the cool of spring turned to the heat of early summer.

I had a glorified shed at the bottom of our garden - a log cabin with power and enough room to set up a desk and chair. I slung an ethernet cable down the garden and I was away - my home office was up and running.

In the downtime between working, taking endless walks on my own and drinking more wine that I'm used to, I'd decided to fix things up a little. I sanded and creosoted and mowed and pruned and fixed until my garden looked a little less like a wilderness and more like a welcoming home for me while the pandemic raged outside. I spoke to my neighbours - a nice couple and their son home from university - and agreed that I'd remove fence panels to sand, repair and stain them before replacing them. It would mean that my garden was open to theirs for a few weeks, but they didn't mind.
 

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The heat was pretty intense over that early summer. I sweated it out in my shed on zoom calls, trying to keep the business moving. I'd lean back occasionally and try to regulate my breathing, to keep calm and manage the stress. As I leant back I could look out through the window over my garden, and the hole in the fence panels, into the next garden.

One day, doing just that kind of thousand yard stare, I noticed my neighbours' son, Toby. He was wheeling an old subbed into view, setting it up under a tree, directly in my line of sight through the gap.

Toby was 19, about 5' 10", a dark mop of hair over olive skin and green eyes. Beautiful. And funny too - watching him struggle with the sun bed was something else.

I got a bit lost... forgetting the meeting I had coming up on Zoom and watching him finally fix the bed, take his t-shirt off, loosen his jean-shorts and lie back under the shade of the tree. I could almost smell his skin, feel the heat of his body, imagine my fingers tracing across him. My cock started to throb, pushing hard against the fabric of my underwear, and my hand instinctively fell to my belt line. unbuckling and popping the buttons on my jeans until I could wrap my hands around my bulging cock while I watched Toby sunbathe.
 

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He must have caught a glimpse of movement, or I must have made a noise, or something. He was wearing sunglasses but I suddenly got the impression he had seen me. He looked right at the small window I was sat behind, my cock heavy, hard and leaking pre-cum across my fingers - thank god the window wasn't any bigger, I thought.

My heart was pounding, my mind racing through how I was going to explain to his parents why I was watching Toby sunbathe, kicking myself for being so turned on by this younger man. But instead of getting up and leaving in disgust, Toby laid back down, his left hand falling across his body to his tight, hairless stomach, his right hand tracing a line across his nipples and down, past his navel, to the waistline of his shorts.

My cock was growing hard again in my hands, but my head couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. Was he watching me? Did he know I was watching him? Did it matter?!

He drew the fingers of his left hand up to his right nipple and gently squeezed it while he undid his shorts, slipping his hand inside and immediately arching his back with pleasure. I watched incredulously as he pulled his cock from his shorts. He was hung... about 7" from what I could tell, and girth, with round balls and a short halo of dark hair. I almost came there and then watching as he slowly pulled his foreskin back over his cock and ran his hands down his shaft. He was perfect, and taking his time to enjoy every inch of his beautiful cock in the heat of the sun.

Just then - a noise from inside his house and with that Toby tucked his gorgeous manhood away and spun off down the path to his house. Stopping once, to turn, lower his sunglasses, look at me through the gap in the fence, and flash a cheeky, sexy, knowing smile.

He had seen me. He knew. He liked it.

I came slow and hard in waves, thinking about what it would be like to be under that tree with Toby.
 

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Days passed. Nothing. Toby wasn't there, but his parents were. Constantly mowing and pruning and fiddling around in the garden. I started to lose hope, to imagine I'd made it up.

But on the morning of the fourth day after Toby's 'look' at me, I woke up, and heard the unmistakeable sounds of a car being loaded up, doors slamming, the crunch of gravel on the driveway. I peeked out between the blinds and saw Toby's parents pulling away in a car laden down with suitcases and bags. They were gone. Toby was alone in the house.

He stood there in his shorts and sliders, waving.

Fuck yes, I thought.
 

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It was as much as I could do not to find an excuse to go straight round and knock on the door - borrowing sugar or tea or.. something - but I thought the best of it. I showered, my cock springing unapologetically between my thighs like a puppy, ate breakfast, opened up the back of the house to the summer sun and walked down the path, coffee and laptop in hand, past the gap in the fence, to my office.

This time, however, I stopped. I pulled up a seat in the sun, outside of the door to my office and settled down with my coffee. Opening up my laptop to look like I was going through the emails that had arrived overnight, I scanned the back windows of the house next door from behind my sunglasses. A few minutes passed, then, there he was... Toby, topless, tea in hand, staring out from a window at the back of his house (his bedroom, maybe?), at me.

Again, it took about a nanosecond for me to get hard - this boy, I thought - but I played it safe and maybe a little coy, finishing my coffee and heading into my office with only the briefest pause to let Toby see the bulge in my crotch, just in case he was looking.
 

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Minutes felt like hours. Zoom calls with contractors came and went. Nothing.

Trips up to the house for cups of tea, ostentatious walks up and down the garden. Nothing.

11 o'clock. The sun high in the sky already. Temperatures hitting 30C. Hot.

The sound of someone settling on a creaky chair - I look up, out of the window of my office, across the hole in the fence to my neighbour's garden, and there he is. Toby. Jean shorts, sunglasses, his dark hair wet from the shower. Nothing else. Apart from a stare. At me. To me.

Toby keeps staring, kind of dreamily, as if he's staring past me. He takes a gulp of iced water from the glass my his side, and settles back. His hands fall immediately to his shorts. No teasing, no play, he unbuttons while he seems to watch me through his sunglasses. Slips his hand inside, lifts his big, beautiful cock from his crotch and, one arm behind his head, begins to play with himself. First, in small, delicate dips and fingertips up his shaft and around his head, then with one hand on his beautiful round balls, he starts to stroke himself slow and deep.

I can't believe it. I'm watching this beautiful boy stroke his massive, thick, heavy cock in front of me. And, even more astonishingly, he's looking and me and smiling while he does it.
 

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When it happened, it happened like a Foxtrot: quick, quick, slow. I can tell you about the first time, the first 'quick'.

I had, and I'm going to be
honest here, put myself OUT THERE after the last time. Wandering up and down the garden and the road outside our houses in various states of 'concerned, slightly hot neighbour', 'working from home stress-head with a need to relax', 'casual gardener with unusual good (do you go to spin class?') thighs' but... nothing... again. Toby was nothing if not shy in between his bouts of exhibitionism.

So, when his parents rocked up after a few days away I was disconsolate and kind of worried that I'd been made a fool of. A paper invitation dropped through my letterbox, inviting me to a party to celebrate their holiday and the wine they'd bought on their vacation in the Loire. I love Sancerre, so I was in.

I rocked up. White jeans, blue shirt, Cremante in a bag. Passed through the party, making nice. I'm going to be honest here and tell you that I thought long and hard about what I would wear, and had decided on that outfit with no underwear. If you've seen my pictures on LPSG you'll understand what I tucked into my jeans that night.

I walked the room, casual chit chat, one eye open. My glass filled by Toby. Wait... what...? My glass. Filled. By Toby...

He was helping his parents out. Moving around the room like a slow motion ice skater, shifting his hips, bottle in hand, smiling his full, slightly goofy, utterly loveable smile. People talk - isn't he a good boy, such a credit to his parents. And among others, couple of early 20s girls back from College and a gay couple from down the road ... a 'fuck, who's that boy?'

And then. The next bit happens in a flash. Quick quick slow. He catches my eye. Sees me. That recognition between us of the last day or so. He's gone. Embarrassed, I think.

I'm worried. Will he tell his parents? Does he think I'm some kind of stalker? I walk, room to room, trying to be casual. Nothing. Up the stairs. Looking back behind me to see if anyone's seen me. It sounds paranoid but... Toby is young and his parents are here and, well, you know.

Doors. Open and shut. Time after time. Nothing. Bathroom door in front of me. I can see it's unlocked but I know he's in there. I can feel him. Hear his breathing. I turn the handle and let myself in.

Toby.

I shut the door behind us.

Lock it

His eyes on me. His breathing high and fast

Nothing said

I move towards him

I so badly want to kiss him, to touch his beautiful body. But I get the impression from him that this is all about his dick. I look down, and sure enough I can see his jeans bulging from his crotch to his thigh - that think 7" cock I'd seen a couple of days ago. His pride and joy. HIs desperation for me to touch him.

So I touched him.

I looked him in the eye, and I undid his belt, popped his buttons, dragged his jeans over his hips. Found out that, just like me, he wasn't wearing any underwear. Put my left hand around the back of his neck. Wrapped my right hand around his cock for the first time, feeling his girth - his heaviness - in the palm of my hand. Watching his mouth open a little as a stream of precum drooled down his cock to my hand. I used it. Wrapping my cum soaked hand around his cock and starting to pump slowly.

There was a knock at the door. Someone needing the bathroom. But we were in our own world for now. Toby put his mouth on to my ear. Told me no-one had touched him before. Breathed 'fck yes please' into my mouth. Arched his back. And came like a comet.