The naked neighbour

When I finished high school and was to go on to university, I desperately wanted to move out from my parents' place, so already in June I got a little room in a big house in the "nice" part of Oslo - the western part near Holmenkollen. The house was really great, with a huge, secluded garden. My room was overlooking the garden, but the view was all it had - it was really small, with barely place for my bed and a little table. And it had a separate entrance - from the back, the garden was off limits to me. Supposedly, it used to be a room for servants or something...

I soon found out that having a view was quite nice, however. One sunny Sunday afternoon when I got back to my room after some trip or something, I happened to glance out of the window, and saw the son of the house. I didn't know him, but knew he was about my age (19, I think), and he was sitting in a chair on the balcony. What caught my eye was how he was dressed, however: he was naked. I remember being told that he was a sporty guy, and that showed quite clearly now - he had a well-defined chest and muscly arms and feet. And he was well endowed - his limp dick was already maybe 15 cm long. I also noticed that he didn't have tan lines, and I concluded that he must be using his balcony this way quite often. Very interesting...

He had been sitting there looking at the garden, but for a moment I felt that he had seen me in the corner of his eyes. He didn't react, however, so I assumed I'd been mistaken. But then I started wondering, because I saw that his dick was growing slowly. Did he know that I was standing there? And did he like it?

Well, nothing could take me away from the window now. He had stopped looking at the garden, and was looking at his wonderful cock instead. Then he adjusted his chair a little so that he could lie back. At the same time he must have turned it a little bit, because now, when he was looking at his cock, he was looking in my direction. In just an unnoticeable glimpse of his eyes, he could now see me if he wanted.

I moved away from the window for a tiny moment, just to remove my clothes. I was already hard, of course, but when I got back to the window and saw that he had started jerking off, I got even more turned on. He had spread his legs, and was working his big cock rhythmically, looking straight at his own dick - but it felt like he was looking straight into my eyes. I started taking care of my own dick while watching this athletic guy train hard in the wonderful garden right outside my window. He was obviously bursting with exhibitionistic joy, and was playing his nipples and his wonderful chest with his left hand while his right was throwing his dick up and down. I could see the muscles in his arms and his legs doing their best. Finally, he couldn't hold back any more, and I saw his cum pouring out - all over his flat stomach and on the chair. This was more than I could take, so I came violently. I had almost been leaning at the window, and now my sperm flew at the window and slowly moved down, leaving a clear message.

The sun soon went from the balcony, and my neighbour went inside. I realized I was in a hurry, because I had invited a friend over for dinner. I had a quick shower, prepared the meal, and then he arrived. As he entered my room, he held up a note: "This note was outside your door. It says: 'My parents will be gone for three weeks. Feel free to use the garden during that time - there is room for both of us. Jens.' Isn't that great?" I nodded as he gave me the note. Then I saw there was a little more: "PS. You should clean your window." Almost before reading it, I rushed to the window and managed to remove most of the evidence before my friend even knew what was happening...

The next three weeks were nice as well, but deserves their own postings...