...A strangled sound that was half laugh, half moan emerged from Gerald’s throat. It was surprisingly easy to picture himself with the two of them, Rick running his strong, bronze hands over his quivering thighs, Dave licking his way up…

Gerald hissed through his teeth, as his cock gave a violent throb against the already strained material of his worn shorts.

It’s not gonna happen, he told his body. Not gonna happen.

He’d exchanged maybe a dozen words with the couple since they’d moved in last month. After the backyard incident, he’d tried to avoid them for fear of embarrassing himself and betraying he’d watched, though he’d secretly hoped they’d do it again. They hadn’t sought him out or done anything that would encourage him to believe they were interested in him. The obviously satisfied couple didn’t need a third.

His body wasn’t listening.

Gerald gritted his teeth. Pushing open the door, he stopped dead. Later, he was sure his jaw had dropped to his chest. He knew his eyes had to be as big as plates.

Fantasy come to life was his last coherent thought. After that it was all about enjoying the view.

Dave was pushed up against the olive green locker, his head turned away from Gerald. His faded T-shirt and jean shorts were puddled on the floor. One large hand pressed against the locker for support. The other held his thick, stiff cock, moving up its length while the lush, heart-shaped head dripped pearly pre-cum.

If that wasn’t enough to make Gerald’s mouth go dry, his heart pound, and his hips jerk in response, Rick was behind Dave. His shorts hung about his long thighs, open. As was his shirt. The darker man’s fingers slid in and out of Dave’s anus. His full staff nestled against Dave’s backside, his balls hanging heavy. He licked Dave’s shoulder with a slow, deliberate stroke, then sank his teeth into the marked spot.

Gerald jolted and shuddered with Dave. He fumbled with the button on his shorts, acting on instinct, not thought. Before they’d slid down his legs, he was untangling his aching member from his boxers.

Gerald must have made a sound. When he looked up, he met the twin gazes of his neighbors. His skin, already flushed with arousal, burned with embarrassment, but he didn’t look away. He couldn’t. Dave’s eyes were heavy-lidded, his pupils dilated. He didn’t lean back against Rick, so much as Rick wore the pliant body. His almost too-thin lips curved.

“Company,” he slurred, his voice thick with passion. “’Lo, Jerry.”

“Come join us, Gerald.” Rick’s smile promised lascivious pleasures. He held out the hand that had just been fingering Dave.

Do something you’d normally never do.