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It started as a flirtation between next-door neighbors. Well—an exhibitionism/voyeurism thing between next-door neighbors. No, that sounded so wrong! It wasn’t that filthy and depraved; they respected and liked each other, but…undeniably there was the exhibitionism thing.
Look, Wei Ying couldn’t find a way to describe it that didn’t sound dirty.
Okay, so it was dirty. But in a consensual and delightful way, so that was fine, right?
All right. It was like this.
As with most neighbors, they started by just glancing at each other. In a normal fashion, not a sleazy fashion. Waving and saying “Hey” when taking out the trash bins. Lan Zhan lived there first, and Wei Ying moved in next door a while later. Their houses are both rentals, little one-bedroom, one-story things that have seen better days, but they have garden on all sides and a teeny deck apiece, and the neighborhood is safe enough, so they’re a pretty good deal for single people just out of college.
They exchanged names on one of the trash-bin occasions. They talked at a neighborhood block party a week or so after that. Lan Zhan didn’t talk much as a rule, it seemed, but what he did say was interesting and relevant and sometimes amusingly quirky, and he appeared to be fine with listening to Wei Ying talk.
Another few weeks later, Wei Ying saw Lan Zhan kissing a dude on his back deck, when Wei Ying wandered out on his own deck one night and glanced over. The pair noticed Wei Ying and smiled and waved, and he laughed and waved back before going in. He never saw the guy again, and casually asked Lan Zhan at another bin occasion if the guy ever got invited back. Lan Zhan said no, it was just one date and didn’t work out. Ah, yeah, Wei Ying said, he'd had a date with a guy like that the other week. And a woman, a month before. So far no one had quite been a match. They had Eye Contact about it.
So now Lan Zhan knew Wei Ying was bi, and Wei Ying knew Lan Zhan was bi or gay, and Wei Ying had already noticed that Lan Zhan was hot, and hopefully the eye contact meant Lan Zhan thought Wei Ying was hot too.
But: next-door neighbors! That would be awkward, if they hooked up and turned out not to like each other much after all. So Wei Ying didn’t make a move. Yet.
Then began the shirtless mowing and gardening. Lan Zhan started it, on the first warm weekend in spring. Wei Ying, appreciating the view and deciding to reciprocate the favor, followed suit. It became a semi-regular occurrence. They definitely gave each other glances during those sweaty afternoons. They even had a conversation over the fence a few times while shirtless—just a regular neighborly conversation, but within touching distance and half naked, and Wei Ying could smell Lan Zhan’s deodorant or perfume or whatever it was, mingled with his skin, and, yeah. All he could think about was jumping the fence, dropping to his knees, pulling Lan Zhan’s shorts down, and sucking Lan Zhan’s dick. Right there in the flowerbeds.
Not surprisingly, he jerked off over Lan Zhan for the first time that evening. Went inside, tried to focus on cooking dinner, couldn’t, and caved in. So he lay on the couch, pushed his pants down, seized his dick, and stroked himself deliriously, moaning and thinking all kinds of obscene things about Lan Zhan’s bare chest and dick and ass and mouth, before he came all over his belly.
Not long after that, Wei Ying was in his backyard, wandering around one warm evening and sipping a soda after a long work day. He was an IT guy for a real estate developer, an okay job but uninspiring, with a fair amount of overtime some weeks. Not nearly as cool and grown-up as Lan Zhan, who was a medical researcher—something they’d talked about in their cross-fence conversations. He heard Lan Zhan’s car pull into the driveway and turn off, then the car door shut. He looked over, but from the back of the house, couldn’t see Lan Zhan. The evening was quiet, though, the air still, and he thought he could hear the thumps of Lan Zhan walking through his house, rapidly. Lan Zhan’s bathroom was on the corner farthest from Wei Ying’s house, and the window was open a few inches; he could see that much. He couldn’t see into it from his property.
But…across the quiet air, he soon heard the unmistakable sound of someone taking a piss: a stream pouring and pattering into a toilet. It was…it had to be Lan Zhan. He had just gotten home, had rushed through the house. Probably really had to pee on the drive home, and now was finally relieving himself. A proper long piss from the sound of it. Must feel profoundly good.
And Wei Ying stood there dumbfounded, listening to it, holding a soda and getting a boner.
Because…because he knew what Lan Zhan’s dick was doing right now, something he didn’t usually know, and he was picturing it vividly, and god, he wanted to see it. He also found he was imagining how bad Lan Zhan must’ve needed to piss, judging from how long the flow was lasting. Maybe he got stuck in traffic on his commute home, maybe ended up squeezing his legs together or even holding his crotch. And how much relief must be showing on his face now, to be releasing all that piss at last. With his dick in his hand, feeling blissed out…
The trickling sound lasted a full minute or more, then petered out. The toilet flushed, and the water ran. A minute later, Lan Zhan appeared in the kitchen window, moving around to make dinner. Yep. So. That was him, almost certainly. Wei Ying had just eavesdropped on Lan Zhan pissing. Okay.
Wei Ying immediately went inside and jerked off over this new scenario too.
Starting the next day, to reciprocate the favor—and not just because the weather was getting warmer—Wei Ying opened his own bathroom window a few inches, and made sure it was open every time he went in for a piss. Just in case Lan Zhan was outside and could hear him. On some occasions, Wei Ying peeked out first, and knew Lan Zhan was working in his backyard or sitting on his back deck, and he felt extra excited to piss nice and loudly into his toilet those times. He never knew if Lan Zhan did hear him, but it made basic bathroom breaks a lot more wanton and pleasurable than usual. He even ended up masturbating occasionally after relieving his bladder, fondling himself right there over the toilet, because he was so turned on by the thought of Lan Zhan listening to him.
Over the weeks, there were even a couple more times he heard Lan Zhan piss again, through the window. It was a fantastic source of instant lust.
So yeah, soon he had added “pissing” to his list of things involving Lan Zhan that made him horny. Himself pissing, Lan Zhan pissing, either way. Weird, maybe, but oh well. He was enjoying it too much to be bothered by it.
Then things got shoved up a level by the Robe Incident.
On a warm weekend morning in early summer, Wei Ying looked out his side window, next to his tiny kitchen table, and saw Lan Zhan sitting on the back deck, sipping from a mug. He had on a silky-looking turquoise robe, and his legs and feet were bare. He glanced over and saw Wei Ying, and waved. Wei Ying grinned and waved back, and settled himself into the chair, with coffee and phone, and forgot about Lan Zhan for a bit as he scrolled his feeds.
But when he next looked up from his phone, Lan Zhan was moving around on the deck, tending to his potted plants with a watering can. And…his robe was slipping open, and he appeared to be naked underneath. Wei Ying stared, mesmerized. He couldn’t see much, but…
Lan Zhan glanced briefly at him, then serenely took the watering can to the next pot. The movement of his arm drew his robe even farther open, completely exposing his nude front to Wei Ying. Lan Zhan’s bare chest and impressive abs were something Wei Ying had already seen, but…there it was, his cock. Big and maybe even half-hard. Swinging in the morning breeze, kissed by the sunlight.
Wei Ying couldn’t get enough breath into his lungs. His hand crept to his own cock and started massaging it into rigidity, through his boxers. Lan Zhan gave him another calm glance, then moved along to the next pot. Wei Ying shoved his hand inside his shorts and started jerking off in earnest, his stare fixed on Lan Zhan.
Maybe Lan Zhan flashed all his neighbors? And/or various strangers? But Wei Ying doubted it. Lan Zhan hadn’t done this until after all the Eye Contact and Shirtless Mowing and Pissing Audibly (which maybe Lan Zhan had been doing deliberately after all). He was almost certainly giving Wei Ying a private treat. Testing the waters perhaps, or just…just doing it because it got him off. Was it getting him off, the way it was for Wei Ying?
Lan Zhan calmly sat down again after finishing his plant-watering, but set one leg up on the next chair, knee bent, exposing his thigh to Wei Ying’s gaze. His hand flicked a tiny bit at the robe, and it fell away to show his cock more clearly—definitely hard now, pointing up from his nude lap.
Okay. Yeah. He was getting off on this too.
Wei Ying came with a shout in his empty house, spilling sticky and hot all over the inside of his boxers. He let his head fall back, panting, eyes shut.
When he opened them again half a minute later and looked over, now feeling like a guilty perv, he found Lan Zhan watching him. Lan Zhan had covered up his dick again, but on his lips was a sly smile. Wei Ying could only manage a wobbly grin in return. Then, after letting a minute go by, he got up and went to clean up his messy crotch.
All right. Um. How to follow up on that? Wei Ying had no idea.
The brave thing to do would be to stroll over there and ask Lan Zhan out. But it had been a long work week, with another long work week starting early tomorrow morning, and Wei Ying’s mental skills were not quite where they needed to be for that level of courage. His brain needed a rest. He had to think about this.
Two evenings later, all he had come around to was that he desperately wanted to reciprocate again, as he’d done for Lan Zhan’s other sexy moves. He wanted to show Lan Zhan his dick in return. Do the same thing, then? Bathrobe on the deck? Or put his own spin on it?
He’d worked overtime today and was exceptionally tired. It maybe wasn’t the best time to choose his own spin on it. He was sitting on his deck, as the sky faded to dusk, though he wore soccer shorts and a T-shirt rather than a sexy robe. He was also a bit buzzed from the tall can of beer he had drunk after getting home. Beside him on the deck boards sat a glass of water, now mostly empty, because he had learned the hard way that he needed to hydrate when drinking alcohol, unless he wanted a terrible headache.
He'd just been sitting here, unwinding, drinking beer and water, and letting his horny thoughts ramble down all kinds of paths, while keeping an eye out for Lan Zhan. Finally—there he was. Lan Zhan’s car pulled in. He went through the house and appeared in the kitchen for a minute, and waved to Wei Ying through the window. Wei Ying waved back. Then Lan Zhan went out of his line of sight, and…yes. Wei Ying heard the stream of piss hitting the toilet water, drifting like a siren song through the twilight. He shut his eyes, listening. His dick twitched in longing.
And in fact…Wei Ying needed to piss too. He’d been sort of subconsciously holding it for a long time now. All that beer and water was stretching his bladder to capacity, and god, listening to Lan Zhan’s ongoing relief made it clear that Wei Ying really, really had to pee.
How to reciprocate became instantly clear. His mouth went dry in excited lust, and his heart began thudding. Squeezing his legs together to stoke his own urgency, he waited until Lan Zhan was done in the bathroom and reappeared in the kitchen window. Without turning on a light yet—there was still enough light in the sky to see by—Lan Zhan wandered over and gazed calmly out at the backyard. Then his gaze moved to Wei Ying, across the fence, up on the deck.
Wei Ying gave him a fake-serene smile in return. Then he looked toward his deck door, stretched his arms overhead, and stood up, as if about to go in. He didn’t dare look again at Lan Zhan. His pulse was racing, his bladder throbbing with the motion of standing. He winced and shifted his legs, bending a bit at the waist, conveying to any hot next-door neighbor watching that he needed to piss. Which he truly did, so…now or never.
There was a large bush just below his deck railing, between his house and Lan Zhan’s, growing up to about knee level for a person on the deck. If he stood at the railing facing it, he was also facing Lan Zhan’s window. No one else was likely to see him, given it was getting darker, and unless they were on his property or Lan Zhan’s, they’d be too far away to see much anyway. Wei Ying moved to the railing. Shoved down the front of his shorts to expose his dick and balls, between the slats of the railing. And, with a soft groan of relief, started pissing.
It poured out of him, shooting past the railing slats, pattering on the leaves of the bush and dripping down to the ground. He was half in a panic, half in delicious lust and relief. This was so reckless, maybe even gross depending on your point of view, but he couldn’t stop pissing now. It was flowing too strong. Best just to commit. He opened his legs more, sinking into the pleasure, and went on relieving his bladder.
Besides, he had a feeling about Lan Zhan and kinks. Anyone exposing their hard dick to their flirty neighbor couldn’t clutch their pearls too hard about that neighbor responding by taking out their dick and peeing in front of them.
It was kind of embarrassing, how long his stream of piss was going on. He’d had to go worse than he realized. But it felt so good, not just from the bladder relief but from the excitement of exposing himself to Lan Zhan; being so vulnerable yet so audacious at the same time. He finally, slowly, lifted his gaze from his own cock to Lan Zhan’s window, to see if Lan Zhan was in fact choosing to watch.
He was. With laser focus. He had turned to fully face the window and stepped as close to it as he could. He’d been staring unabashed at Wei Ying’s cock, but his gaze lifted now and met Wei Ying’s. Lan Zhan moved his hand over his own crotch and massaged there, through his pants. His chin and chest lifted in an intake of breath.
Wei Ying groaned, even though Lan Zhan couldn’t hear it through the glass. His cock got fatter, hotter. He urged out the last spurts of piss, then left his dick out, rubbing it slowly, so Lan Zhan could watch. They stood like that, touching themselves for each other.
Then Wei Ying thought, This is ridiculous, and he stopped, and smiled, and tipped his head toward his house. He beckoned with two fingers, just in case Lan Zhan didn’t get the message.
Come over.
After a long moment of stillness, Lan Zhan pointed hesitantly to Wei Ying’s house and lifted his eyebrows in question. Wei Ying nodded, stuffed his erection into his shorts, and went inside. He was trembling with sheer lust as well as nerves. He grabbed a towel—two in fact—as he walked toward the front door.
Would Lan Zhan be brave enough? Was this what he wanted? Or did he just want them to give each other erotic peepshows and never talk about it, never touch?
There was a knock on Wei Ying’s door. He inhaled sharply. Then he strode over, opened the door, and smiled at the flushed Lan Zhan who stood there. “Hey. Come on in,” Wei Ying said. Friendly. As if just greeting a friend for game night.
Lan Zhan stepped in, and half a second after Wei Ying had shut the door, he pivoted to face Wei Ying, moving in on him. Wei Ying dropped the towels and met him halfway, hand going up to the side of Lan Zhan’s head, mouth crashing against his. He got pushed back against his front door, and grunted in pleasure, Lan Zhan’s body pressing him there. No surprise that Lan Zhan was one of the best kissers Wei Ying had ever had the pleasure of making out with, but a delight to verify.
He could feel so much all at once: Lan Zhan’s knees, thighs, tongue, chest. The smell and taste of him, heady and luscious. Hard dick straining against his pants—it felt so big. Lan Zhan was thrusting it against Wei Ying’s needy cock, which was still tenting out his shorts.
A few breaths later, Wei Ying groaned, louder, as Lan Zhan tugged Wei Ying’s shorts and underwear down and wrapped his whole hand around Wei Ying’s dick. “Oh fuck yeah, god I want you,” Wei Ying said in a tumbling exhale against Lan Zhan’s cheek.
“So I guessed,” Lan Zhan said, low in his ear, sliding his palm and fingers all over Wei Ying’s cock and balls, feeling every intimate bit of him. “Given you shamelessly exposed yourself to me.”
Wei Ying gasped, as if offended, though in truth it was entirely delight. “I had to pee,” he protested, playing the complete innocent. “I needed to go so bad, Lan Zhan.”
“You did. I saw how much. You’d been holding quite a lot.” Lan Zhan was still toying with Wei Ying’s dick, making a dribble of pre-come leak from the tip, maddening Wei Ying.
He couldn’t wait. He unzipped Lan Zhan’s pants and got out his cock, looking down at it and biting his lip in desire as he did the same—touching it lightly, running his hand all over its silky hardness. “Mmm, you’re so big. Anyway, like you ought to talk. You exposed yourself to me first.”
“You liked it, I think.” Lan Zhan’s lips had grown hotter, in the kisses he kept snatching between their words. “I think you touched yourself when you were looking at me, when I wore the robe on the deck.”
“I did.” Wei Ying’s cock twitched again, more wetness pulsing out. He whined in need, pushing his hips into Lan Zhan’s hand. “I came so hard. Your cock made me so hot.”
Lan Zhan’s next breath emerged as a whimper. He smeared the pre-come around Wei Ying’s cockhead and down his shaft, and Wei Ying had to gulp in a breath and focus very hard so as not to come right that second. “I like yours too,” Lan Zhan whispered.
“Even when I was being kinda gross, and pissing in my yard?” Wei Ying laughed, though it had a ripple of anxiety in it. It had been a risk, that move.
“You looked hot doing it.” Lan Zhan’s voice was almost shy, as if saying this aloud was difficult. “I’m…into it.”
“Oh. Thank god. I thought you might be. Do you know I’ve been able to hear you piss, sometimes, through your bathroom window when it’s open? If the air’s quiet enough. It turns me on so much, I don’t even know why. Just ’cause it’s you, I think.” Wei Ying had quite possibly never been hornier in his life. It was a miracle he hadn’t come yet. His balls were hot and so tight with need.
“I wondered if you could hear,” Lan Zhan said. “I liked the idea. I heard you as well, sometimes.”
“Heard me taking a piss?”
“Mm,” Lan Zhan confirmed. “I enjoyed it very much.” They were both holding back now in their touches, on fire, on edge, just lightly teasing each other’s hard cocks and kissing with tongues.
“Good, I wanted you to hear,” Wei Ying murmured. “I even jerked off after pissing sometimes, thinking about you hearing me.”
“I did too. And…held it a long time, occasionally, so you would have more to hear.” Their tongues parried again, slick in Wei Ying’s mouth, then Lan Zhan’s.
Panting, Lan Zhan gave no warning before dropping to his knees and sucking Wei Ying’s cock deep into his mouth. Wei Ying shouted so loud he clapped a hand over his own mouth. No need to alarm any passers-by outside. If anyone interrupted now, it would be the end of the world, he couldn’t hold back much longer, he—he was gonna—
“I’m gonna come,” he gasped, his hips bucking of their own accord, his back held up by the door.
“Mmmm,” Lan Zhan encouraged, Wei Ying’s dick still in his mouth, one hand sliding around to grip Wei Ying’s bare ass. And sucked him harder.
Wei Ying burst. His climax shot through him like multiple lightning strikes. He was shaking and spurting for what seemed an age before the sensations finally slid down, and Wei Ying slid with them, coming to sit bare-assed on his entry floor. He snagged one of the towels he’d brought, which he’d dropped beside the door, and offered it to Lan Zhan, who thanked him and wiped his mouth.
Then Wei Ying’s gaze dropped to Lan Zhan’s rigid dick, sticking out from his opened pants. He licked his lips. “Can I…”
Lan Zhan got to his feet, assessing Wei Ying, then said, “Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to jerk off on you.” The needy heat fueling his voice faltered as he added, “If…that’s all right.”
“Fuck, go to town,” Wei Ying said, already yanking off his T-shirt and shoving his shorts completely off. He spread out on his back, hands folded behind his head, as if nude sunbathing, and lifted his eyebrows a couple of times at Lan Zhan. “Yeah, let me see you come,” he said, sultry and encouraging. “I want it, come on.”
Lan Zhan’s face went slack in desire. He pushed his pants to his knees and gripped his cock in something like desperation, and began pumping it. Wei Ying watched, fascinated and somehow getting hard again already, as Lan Zhan’s cock got darker and fuller, and beads of clear fluid oozed from the widening slit, until with a broken groan, come shot out of it and spattered across Wei Ying’s naked body. Lan Zhan came and came, milking his own cock, his eyes roving over the sight of it falling on Wei Ying, lingering on where Wei Ying’s dick was twitching and lifting again.
With a final shudder, Lan Zhan sank to his knees and spent a minute just breathing. Then he took the other towel and gently draped it over Wei Ying’s besmirched body. Wei Ying sighed in pleasure and wriggled, there on the floor, not bothering to wipe up just yet. “Kiss me,” he requested.
Lan Zhan bent down and gave Wei Ying a warm, long kiss.
Wei Ying caught hold of his shirt collar to keep him close. “You know,” he confessed shyly, “I think one reason it hasn’t worked between me and other people is that I have some kinks they weren’t interested in.”
Lan Zhan’s laugh was a soft snort. “Really. I would not have guessed.” Then he kissed Wei Ying once more. “Same with me. This has been…extraordinary.”
“What are the odds, huh? Such a great match, right next door.”
“I am pleased with the situation,” Lan Zhan said. “I would like to watch and touch you, and display myself to you, and help you feel good, as often as possible.” And even though he said it so matter-of-factly and politely, well, Wei Ying did have to drag him to the couch and get them both off one more time.
It was the neighborly thing to do, after all.