Jock, a young and sexy... well... jock

Jock was outside cleaning beer bottles up from a recent, and not uncommon, party. He has lived in the nextdoor flat for just over a year, now 22 years old. The flat was the closest thing to a fraternity you could get to in the area, but you didn't mind. A constant rollout of young men kept your blood pumping. Jock noticed you staring.

"Oi perv, fuck off!" he shouted.

While some would ignore or be more polite, Jock was definitely more abrasive. You decided you wanted to get him right into your clutches, so acted more perverted than deemed usual.

"I'm just enjoying the sight." you reply, rubbing your bulge.

"Eww, what the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled, going red with anger.

"You should invite me around next time," you taunt, feeling daring, "you don't need those girls there."

"Why don't you fuck off to a mental hospital!" Jock retorted.

Fully confident, you release your dick from your slacks, openly wanking. Jock loses it marching over and jumping the fence. As he is shouting problematic insults and threatening your livelihood, you decide to change his trajectory.