I gave in. I went to the window. Same time of day, about three in the afternoon, on a Thursday. There he was, naked again and m**********g. It must be his after-school routine, swim, strip, masturbate. I yanked down my shorts and tried to catch up. We came together, again, but this time I cupped my hand to catch my seed and then licked my hand clean. I liked the peculiar taste and, as I watched him eat his own, wondered what his tasted like.
I was happily immersed in my fantasy. I accepted that I was probably bi-s****l, though only vicariously, at this point. It was a harmless, voyeuristic fantasy, and it fueled my s*x with Babs. She was delighted at my increased energy. She loved getting f****d from behind and she looked a bit like my neighbor with her smooth skin and tight little ass. I
