Edging with my Neighbor

The biggest disadvantage to living at home while going to college was being required to help out with chores. Mom woke me up before she left to work. "I want this grass mowed this morning," she snapped. Yeah, whatever. Okay. It was eight in the morning and I wasn't doing shit that early. After she left for work, I fired up my computer, checked in on Facebook and a couple bulletin boards. After following a couple NSFW links, I was worked up. I pulled at my hard cock, brought myself as close to an orgasm as I dared and then stopped. It's called "edging" and I had been practicing it for that last several weeks.

The idea is getting yourself as close to an orgasm as you can without slipping over the edge. It's exquisite, harmless self-torture. During my first attempt, I lasted two days before it was too much for me. The last time, I made it five days. I don't know how others do it. For me, I get worked up and stay that way for hours. Everything feels better with a hard-on rubbing against the inside of my pants. I worked myself until there was a single droplet of pre-cum oozing from the tip of my hard, swollen cock. Then I stopped. If my cock had a mind of its own, it would hate me. My cock was long, purple headed and in need. I allowed it to throb without relief, enjoying the sensations of being that close to an orgasm without tipping over the edge. Could I stay hard while I mowed the grass? My cock throbbed its own answer, "YES!"

I got dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and ratty old tennis shoes. Mom had left the garage door open. I pushed the lawn mower into the lawn and fired it up. My cock stayed hard but felt ignored. I pressed it against the handle of the mower. The buzzing, vibrating handle was enough to encourage me it to remain hard. With a smile on my face, I pushed the mower back and forth across our tiny front yard and imagined doing it naked. Fuck, that would be hot. I did the side lot and moved to the backyard, pressing my hard prick against the handle anytime it needed an extra charge.

Part of the thrill of edging is how anything becomes sexual. Yesterday, I washed the dishes and had fun pressing against the edge of the sink. Anytime my prick needed a charge, I had splashed some water on my shorts. The combination of hot and wet had kept me hard. Then the combination of cold and wet did it for me. Yes, every chore was more fun with an aching hard-on.

The best part is when I allow myself an orgasm. Fuck, that's a ball draining experience! It's never just one orgasm. Depending on how I do it, my first orgasm can be a long, extended affair with a huge pop at the end. That's how it went last time. I brought myself right up to the edge of an orgasm, allowed a droplet of pre-cum to ooze from my prick and experimented with keeping myself at that edge. More pre-cum oozed from me. I kept doing it, keeping myself right on the edge and marveling at how much pre-cum I could generate. After ten minutes, my cock and balls felt coated in pre-cum and I was curious if I could still get off. Had I expelled too much of my spunk? I didn't know. I tugged and pulled on my wet, slippery cock until I shot off. My orgasm reached the middle of chest and felt incredible. After that orgasm, the trick for me become seeing how many more orgasms I can have and how fast. I don't remember getting soft after that first orgasm. I do remember working myself quickly into a second orgasm. Fifteen minutes later, I was hard and working towards a third orgasm. I had five that day and had promised myself I would wait five more days before I did it again. Yesterday had been my fifth day. After mowing the grass, I was ready for an afternoon of fun. Could I rub out five orgasms before my parents came home from work? Six?

I mowed along the flower beds in the backyard. The warm sun felt good on my bare shoulders. The neighbors on three sides of us had fences. On the right and left were chain link fences. Our backyard neighbor had a wooden plank fence, a privacy fence. That's where that stuck up bitch Kathleen Davis lived. They had a pool. As kids, I had been invited to her pool parties. As a teen, her parties became private affairs for her and girlfriends. I wished we had a privacy fence. If we did, I would mow the backyard naked. Damn, that would be fun! I resisted the urge to look over the fence like a creeper. Fuck Kathleen Davis. Sure, she was pretty, blonde and had a tight body, but her body wouldn't last. I had seen her fat assed mom. Give Kathy a dozen more years and she would balloon up like her parents. Yeah, fuck her and her pool and her private pool parties with her girlfriends when they would laugh, splash and giggle long into the night. Last night had been a night like that. I had heard her and girlfriends laughing and splashing and tempting me into creeping on them. It had been a force of will to ignore the invitation of those joyful sounds. It had been a second test of my strength to ignore the urge to jerk off as I thought about how they could be playing with each other. My cock had enjoyed the thrill of my imagination. My will had resented being tested.

I finished the backyard, did the other side lot and pushed the mower back into the garage. I closed the garage door and stripped off my shorts. My cock was as hard as when I started and I liked it. Good boy, I thought. My prick felt as full and needy as it had before I started. I tossed my shorts into the laundry room and headed for a shower. Mom had apparently shaved her legs that morning. Her razor and shaving cream sat on the edge of the bathtub. On a whim, I decided to shave my cock and balls. Why not? Guys in porn movies did it all the time. I sat on the edge of the tub, splashed some water between my legs and used Mom's razor to rake away my pubes. When I stood to take a shower and felt the water splashing against my freshly bared skin, I knew I had made the right choice. I stayed hard through-out my shower without the need to rub or tug on my prick.

I toweled off and admired my hard-on in the mirror. I looked good with my cock and balls shaved. It was sexy feeling. I flexed a couple times. I was three years away from my high school basketball team, but I was still in good shape. My stomach was nice and flat. When I flexed, my biceps still bulged. I tossed my towel in the hamper and went into my room for my laptop and the HDMI cable I would need to hook it to the big screen TV in the living room. I glanced at the clock. It was shortly before noon and lunch sounded like a good idea, too. I hooked up my laptop first and smiled as the big, flat screen TV came to life with hardcore porn. Yeah, that was much better. My cock throbbed, eager for the release that was coming.

I made a PB & J for lunch and fuck it; I'll be honest with everything I did. I rubbed my hard cock against the handle of the refrigerator. I knew my mom and dad would be opening the refrigerator later. Fuck'em. Let them touch my dick, once removed. I rolled a couple cans of my dad's beer over my cock and balls, too, for the same reason. They weren't the only ones who got a once removed feel for my cock. When I took the bread out of the package, I wrapped each slice around my cock, grinning at the "hot dog" effect. A droplet of pre-cum slipped from my cock. I smeared it on the bread and made my sandwich. Screw it. If that grosses you out, so will this next part: I stood in front of the TV and pulled on my cock while I ate my sandwich. When a bit more pre-cum wept from my cockhead, I smeared it on my bread, too. I'm not gay, but I'm not afraid of my own spunk, either. I get horny and when I get that kind of crazy horny, I do crazy shit, okay?

I'm a lotion guy. I don't always use lotion when I jerk-off, but I usually do. I like the slippery feel. I keep a bottle of lotion in my room and I had forgotten to grab it. I marched from the living room to my bedroom and back, my hard cock throbbing its need for the round-trip. I sat down in my dad's easy chair and considered what I was going to do. I was in need, in stronger need than I could remember. I pumped a line of lotion down the length of my cock and across my freshly shaved balls. Damn, that felt good. Just drizzling lotion over my hard cock and balls was enough to cause another drop of pre-cum. I allowed my cock to calm down before I dared to rub it. Carefully, I smeared the lotion around. I coated my cock and rubbed my balls. If you've never shaved down there, you should. Playing with my balls felt like enough to send me over the edge. I watched as more pre-cum dropped from my cock and on my stomach. Yeah, that felt good. I gave my prick a single stroke and watched more of the nearly clear pre-cum drip on me.

The knock at the door startled and surprised me. It startled me because there was no reason for it. We weren't expecting a visitor, it didn't make sense. It surprised me because it came from the backdoor. Who would be knocking at our backdoor? I froze and wondered what to do. I turned down the volume on the TV, muting the moans, gasps and manufactured sounds of passion that accompany a porn movie. I listened. There was another knock on the glass. Damn it. It had to be a neighbor, but whom? Our right and left next door neighbors both worked. It didn't make any sense. Worse, I was trapped in the living room without any clothes. What the hell was I supposed to do? If I tried darting to my bedroom, I would have to cross the space between the living room and the hallway, past the dining room. It was an open stretch of the house that couldn't be avoided. Whoever was at the sliding glass door was going to see me. It got worse when I heard the telltale rattle of the door being slid open.

"Hello?" Kathy called.

"Yeah, hold on!" I called back.

"I'm sorry, I need some help," she called. She didn't sound in distress.

"Yeah, okay," I said. What the hell was I going to do? I grabbed a throw pillow from the couch, held it against my hard cock and made the mad dash from the living room to my bedroom. As I ran, I glanced at the door. Kathy had opened the door and stood just inside of it. There was someone standing behind her, another girl. I didn't see who it was, just a silhouette. Standing just inside the door, Kathy had been easier to see. She was wearing a yellow bikini and some kind of cover-up. I don't know why they call it a cover-up when it doesn't cover anything. It looked as if she was wearing a fish net over her bikini. It didn't hide shit. I ran into my room, snatched a pair of shorts from the floor and pulled them on. It didn't do much for me. My cock was still hard. Worse, the thin fabric was sticking to the lotion coating my cock and balls. I looked for something else to put on.

"I'm sorry," Kathy called back to me. It sounded as if she was still in the dining room, near the door. Good. I had turned off the sound to the TV, but I hadn't stopped the porn-fest from playing. "I heard you mowing the grass and knew you were home."

"It's all good," I yelled back, scrambling out of my shorts and looking for something else to put on. I didn't see anything. Damn it. I pulled the loose shorts back on. "I was about to take a shower." At least that would explain why I had been naked. I had to assume she had seen my naked ass running towards the hallway. I shoved a hand in my pocket and held my hard cock, hoping to minimize how obvious it was. Adopting as casual of a demeanor as I could, I strolled down the hallway and back to the dining room. As I stepped into the hallway, I caught a glimpse Kathy. Had she walked farther inside the house? Had she crossed into the living room to see what I had been watching? I heard a giggle and I turned the corner to see her and her friend smiling from ear-to-ear. "What's up?" I asked, leaning against the corner of the hallway.

Amber Simms stood behind Kathy. I vaguely remembered her from high school. I had been a senior when Kathy and Amber were sophomores. Both had graduated that spring. Amber had dark red hair, green eyes and a tiny splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her skinny frame made her tits look bigger than they probably were. She had a long towel wrapped around her chest that squeezed her tits together. I saw Amber's eyes were aimed directly at my crotch. She wore a big grin that didn't show her perfect teeth. I saw her tug at Kathy's hand as if telling her to look elsewhere. I'll give Kathy credit, her eyes stayed on my face. "I'm really sorry to interrupt you," she said, as if she knew she had been interrupting something. Interesting. "It's the filter on the pool. It's making a grinding sound that sounds really bad. Could you take a look at it?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "Let me grab some tools." Past the dining room was the kitchen. On the otherside of the kitchen was the laundry room and a door that led to the garage. Keeping my hard cock pressed against my body, I walked as casually past the twosome as I could and into the garage for my dad's toolbox. I didn't know shit about pool filters, but I was willing to take a look. In the garage, I glanced around for something that could help me hide my swollen condition. I found a bag of clean rags dad uses when he washing the cars. I pulled out a couple and used them to wipe off as much lotion from my cock and balls as I could. The inside of my shorts were coated and it didn't do me much good. I held the toolbox in front of me. It was the best I could do.

Kathy and Amber were waiting for me on the patio. They were both smiling as if they knew a secret I wasn't willing to admit. I followed them to the open gate that led to our backyard. It had been years since I had last visited the other side of that tall, privacy fence. Her backyard looked the same. The pool took up most of their backyard. A concrete patio surrounded it. There were a couple lounge chairs sitting in the sun. The pool filter was a small doghouse next to some bushes. I could hear the labored sound it made. Setting down the toolbox, I worked a couple screws to pull off the cover.

"So, we didn't interrupt anything important, did we?" Amber asked, standing near me and watching over my shoulder. I could hear the joke in her voice.

"Just taking care of some business," I said. I wasn't embarrassed. Screw them. I had been jerking off, so what?

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"I did. We broke up," I said. My dating life wasn't her business, but I wasn't lying. I did have a girlfriend and she had been nice enough, but when she wanted to get more serious, I had to cut her loose. I wasn't interested in getting married or engaged. I had gone out on a couple dates since then, but nothing serious. Sue me. I'm picky about who I date. If she's not pretty or funny or smart enough, then I'm not going to waste my time with her. "What about you? Are you still seeing that one guy?"

"You mean that football player?" she asked, laughing. "That was like years ago. No, I'm single right now. I didn't want to have a boyfriend when I leave for college."

"Yeah, college guys are hot," Kathy said.

"What's college like?" Amber asked.

"It's cool," I said. What was I supposed to say? She would find out soon enough. Besides, I was focused on find the problem with their filter. The sooner I found the problem, the sooner I could get back to what I was doing. I could hear a strange sucking sound from one of the hoses. I turned off the filter, undid the hose and found a bright red piece of fabric inside of it. I fished it out and my hard cock ached as soon as I recognized it for what it was: string bikini top. I held it up to the two girls. "Look familiar?"

"I told you!" Kathy said, snatching it from my hand and shoving it at Amber.

"I didn't know it would get sucked into the filter," Amber said. She looked embarrassed. "Besides, it's your fault. You're the one who pulled it off me."

"Because you pulled mine off first!" Kathy defended. The idea of these two hot girls in a wrestling match to undress each other did nothing to help my condition. I kept my head down and reassembled the filter, acting as if I wasn't hearing their argument while I struggled with the massive hard-on straining inside my shorts for attention. I put the doghouse lid back in place, picked up my tools and stood with the toolbox strategically hiding my condition.

"You should be good," I announced.

"Thank you so much!" Kathy said. She bounced up and down, clapping her hands. My eyes watched the way her tits bounced beneath the fishnet cover-up. "So, you want to hang out?"

"Uh, not right now," I stammered. "I was sort of in the middle of a thing I wanted to finish."

"I thought you said you were going to take a shower?" Amber asked.

"Yeah, I'm still sweaty from mowing the grass."

"You don't look sweaty," Kathy said. "Besides, we have a shower right over there." She pointed to the poolside shower I remembered using as a kid. Her parent had been particular about everyone showering off before they jumped in the pool. I remember the water being really cold.

"Come on, stay," Amber insisted. She pulled on my arm and pulled the toolbox away from my front. The tent inside my shorts was as obvious as any hard-on in a teen comedy. The lotion I had used clung to the length and shape of my hard cock and balls. There was no way for me to prove it, but I was pretty sure she had done it on purpose. "Ooo!" she cooed.

"Did we do that?" Kathy asked, staring as intently at the front of my pants as I had stared at her bouncing breasts moment ago.

"You might have helped," I hedged. That sounded better than the truth even if it didn't last before Kathy burst my bubble. I covered my hard-on with my other hand, protectively holding it from their view.

"Are you sure you weren't getting ready to do something else before I knocked?" she asked.

"Like what?" I asked, wishing Amber would let go of my arm. It felt funny standing there with my hand covering my dick. What made it worse was how I wanted to do more than hide my need from view. I wanted to grab and stroke my cock. Instead, I pressed my hand harder against it and tried ignoring the ignorable.

"I bet he was jerking off," Amber offered.

"Is that what you were doing?" Kathy asked with wide eyes but a smile on her face that said she already knew the answer.

"Fuck you," I spat at them. I jerked my hand away from Amber and put the toolbox in front of me. "I was hanging out in my house doing whatever I want. It's none of your business." I turned and headed towards the open gate leading to my backyard. Kathy caught my arm and stopped me.

"Wait," she said. I kept my back to her. "I think it's hot if that's what you were doing. We both do."

"Yeah!" Amber quickly added.

"And what? You want to watch me do it?" I asked, my back still turned to them.

"Can we?" Kathy asked. She tugged on my arm, pulling me backwards in her direction. I took half a step back because I was off balance. That was enough. She spun me towards her, grabbed the handle of the toolbox and took it away from me. I covered myself with both hands. "Don't be like that," she said. She tried pushing my hands away. "I just want to see. You look really big."

"You first," I said.

"What? You want me to get naked?" she asked. I nodded. She gave Amber a glance over her shoulder. "Just me or?"

"Both of you," I said, not believing they would do anything.

"I'll take off my top," Amber offered. "But you have to get all the way naked."

"You both have to do it if you want me to do it," I said. Topless would be good.

Amber dropped her towel. She was wearing a barely there two piece suit that left little to the imagination. Her breasts bulged beneath her bikini top. There were little ties on either side of bikini bottoms. From where I stood, I could only guess that two more ties were all that held on her top, too. I looked from Amber to Kathy, waiting. Kathy looked over shoulder. She let go of my hand and pulled off the useless cover up. She positioned her hands behind her back before turning to look at her red-headed friend. After a shared look, both girls undid their bikini tops. I was standing in front of two, beautiful topless women. "Your turn," Kathy told me.