He's got to know I'm watching.

I reluctantly took an apartment in a crowded complex.  The pluses were it was all adult (no children over one year old) and the apartments were big for the price.  Also, the complex had a big pool with no lights at night.  I wondered if that was by design or just lazy maintenance.  Either way the pool was full of naked people at night.  The draw backs were, because of the proximity of the buildings, there wasn't much privacy.  You had to keep your blinds closed if you didn't want anyone to see in your apartment.  My front door was on the corner of the building.  My bedroom window was directly across from my neighbor, Paul's.  Coming from the pool, I passed mine and his bedroom windows.

Paul was a tough little college boy with short hair and beautiful eyes.  In the summer, I spent a lot of time at the pool in a shady area right by my apartment.  My patio was somewhat guarded by a thick live oak, so at night, I could watch through a knot hole in my fence and see what was going on at the pool.  Believe me I jacked off almost every night watching the couples and sometimes individuals having sex in or by the pool.  A favorite spot was under the tree where no ones lights shown.  I'd be able to see on clear nights because of  the moonlight and on some cloudy nights because of all the city lights.

Paul was a regular skinny dipper, usually with a group.  One night, I decided to go to the vending machines to see if there was anyone out.  It was dark that night and I couldn't see anything from my knot hole.  As I exited the alcove between our apartments I heard a shuffle under the tree.  I looked and got a glimpse of Paul.    He'd been sitting in a lounge chair jerking.  He sheepishly said "Hi".  I returned the greeting and added, "Sorry, did I distract you form something?"

"Ha, I guess you could say that." Paul chuckled.

"Sorry, just getting a coke." I said.  I walked on and got the coke I really didn't want or need.  On the way back, I expected him to be gone.  He wasn't.  He was still in the chair.  He wasn't even covering his semi hard cock.

Looking at his cut cock and having one myself, I asked, "Need some lotion or oil?"

"That would be nice, but I can get by with spit." He laughed.

I smiled and went on in my apartment.  I got a small bottle of unscented baby oil that I used for just that purpose and opened my patio door.  I pulled a chair over to the fence and reached over offering the bottle to him.  He laughed and accepted it.  He poured some in his hand and handed the bottle back up.  "Keep it, you might want to make it last a while and need more.  Just poke it through the hole here when you're done."

"Oh that's in a convenient place." Paul said seeing the big natural hole in one of the boards.

"Perfect place.  If I'd have chosen it I couldn't have done better." I said.  Actually, I'd have put it a tad higher, but it didn't matter right then.  Paul thanked me and I went on in resisting the urge to observe him milking.  It was about thirty minutes later, I heard the little bottle drop on the patio floor.  I realized just then that a person could see me on my bed through that hole just as easily as I could see out.  I wondered if Paul had peeked through.  My tv was on and lit up the room.  I was lying naked on my bed.

It rained for the next three days.  On the fourth day, I 'needed a coke'.  I went out and pool was full of guys and girls horsing around.  They were just leaving.  I took my time getting my coke and headed back to my apartment.  The light was on in Paul's bedroom.  The blinds of the side window were wide open.  I walked past, looking out the corner of my eye, and got a glimpse of Paul, walking out of the room naked.  "Nice ass!" I mumbled.

I went on in and ran to my bedroom and turned off the tv.  I  looked out my window and saw Paul walking with a boner into his bathroom.  He came back out with a bottle of oil in his hand and turned off the lights.

I waited a couple minutes and jumped as he walked past my window.  I dashed over to the sliding door and opened it silently.  Peeking through the hole, I could see him fetching a chair and carrying it to the spot by my fence.  The way he positioned the chair, I couldn't watch him jack off.  I developed another strategy.  I went back in and silently closed the door.  It was windy so I knew it would cover the slight noise the door made.  I stripped off and grabbed my bottle of oil.  I turned on my TV and found a TVMA rated show to watch.  I spent the hour watching the show and stroking my cock. Hoping Paul would look through the hole.  

After the show, I could see his lights come back on.  The light bounced off the blinds over my window.  I switch the TV off and opened my blinds.  Paul was in his room naked again.  I stood on a chair so I could see lower.  Paul had a boner leading the way as he got on his bed and started stroking.  Just as he was about to cum, he swung around and put his feet on the headboard.  He pulled his bottom up and aimed his cock at his face.  A long stream of thick white cum reached from his cock to his open mouth.  Then another and several smaller ones.  He dropped back down and wiped up the missed jizz and ate it.  Then he lay there for a minute smiling and turned off the light.  

I went to the bathroom and got a wash cloth to clean my cum off the wall and the blinds.  The next night, I sat on my patio naked and oiled up, ready for what ever came.  I heard the lounge chair moving.  I watched the hole from a distance.  There was some activity on the other side.  Suddenly a fabulous cock came through the hole.  I was on it in a second.

I sucked it like it was the last cock I'd ever have.  Soon there was a grunt and my mouth was filled with a thick heavy load.  He shook the whole fence until he was spent and pulled back.  I sat back down on my chair.  There was activity on the other side again.  I saw a tongue.  I stuck my cock through and the sucking began.  Soon I was the one shaking the fence.  Before I was done, the light came on in Paul's bedroom.

I was shocked and as soon as my load was expelled, I dropped to look out the hole.  I was looking right into the face of the kid that lived next door to Paul.  He smiled and got up.  He was naked and sweaty.  He jumped in the pool and out.  Then he was gone.  I was totally freaked out.  That kid had fucked more girls in the pool than anyone I'd seen.

A few days later, I was in the laundry room.  Paul came in.  After the usual greeting, he thanked me for the oil.  I wanted to tell him I noticed he'd gotten some but resisted.  "How's that hole in your fence working out?"  He asked with a sly grin.

"Great, Reeeally Great." I said.

"I'll have to try it out some time." He said with the same grin.

"Which side?" I asked.

"Oh, the outside of course.  I wouldn't need the hole from the inside." He said looking me right in the eye, smiling widely.

"Or, you could call your neighbor over to the outside and you could be on the inside and I could have your back side." I suggested.

"You're right.  How 'bout tonight.  If it's alright with Mike."  he chuckled.

We both laughed at you poetry and I left saying. "Tonight."

"Right" he said.  

About ten o'clock there was a knock at my door.  I answered it in shorts.  It was Paul, not in shorts.  "He's waiting." Paul said squeezing my dick through my shorts.  We went out back and Paul wasted no time poking his hard cock through the hole.  I knelt behind him and jammed my face in his crack.  Like I said, the hole was a little low, but for this, it worked out perfectly.  He spread his legs, squatting just a little.  I worked his hole for a while and he hissed "Fuck me."  I grabbed my oil, and lubed us both.  ()This was in the good old days before the pandemic.  

I pushed my cock into his hole.  It was way tighter than I expected. I didn't last long at all and soon began filling his hole with the load I'd been working up since we talked in the laundry room.  I'd edged myself to the point of nearly making my cock sore.  The fence began to shake.  When it was finally still again, there was a knock on the gate of my fence.  I opened it and Mike came in carrying his shorts and with cum on his nose.  He pushed me back on my lounge chair and sat on my crotch.  He jacked off all over my face and chest.  While doing so, he had a hand behind his back.  When he was done, he stood up and pulled out a huge "Jeff Stryker" dildo.  

"Here, you can have this, my girl friend is moving in and she isn't ready for this sort of thing." Mike told Paul.

"I'm not ready for one that big." Paul said.

"Oh, while I was on my knees, I found this.  I skinned my knee on it."  Mike said.  It was the knot that fit the hole.  "If you want, put it in the hole. If I knock it out, stick you dick through." He told me.

We had a few false alarms when the wind for something knocked it out or he wasn't able to sneak out.  A few times Paul stuck his dick through while I did my thing to him.  Mostly I sucked Mike and he sucked me.

Soon the girl moved out again and Mike was back to fucking girls in the pool and getting fucked by me or Paul or both.  The apartments changed hands and the lights got fixed.  No more fun in the pool or through the fence.  The tree got trimmed so my patio wasn't private at all any more.  We had a few three ways and Paul even one big circle jerk in my apartment with some of the other guys who used to fuck in the pool.

Mike told them about the knot hole a I ended up sucking several of them.  Paul met a girl and stopped coming over.  Mike moved.  The other guys weren't very nice about wanting their cocks sucked, so I moved.  It was fun while it lasted.