I noticed the young neighbor watching me when I was gardening.

From what I could tell he’d moved in alone. No girlfriend or boyfriend. No parents. He looked in his mid-20s with dark hair that fell across his forehead, a constant pair of sunglasses, and he was usually shirtless in gym shorts due to the heat wave we’d been having.

The shorts left little to the imagination when he moved. There was a big swinging dick beneath those shorts. It turned me on. I didn’t want to fuck him, though. I wanted him to see me get fucked.

I told Todd when he got home from work. We’d been together long enough that he knew all my kinks. So he froze, with a small smile on his face, when I said over parmesan shrimp and pasta, “The new neighbor guy stares at me. A lot… ”

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