The Window

Only with difficulty could Stefan distract himself from his still very strong erection. But he wanted to give Marcel a perfect show, which is why he didn't dare relieve himself with his hand that afternoon. For a long time his thoughts still circled around the conversation with Lars and his unexpected kindness. A few more household chores finally helped to put some peace back into Stefan's pants.

After the work was done, Stefan allowed himself a little rest in his room and occupied himself with his smartphone, which he kept admiring like a trophy. Despite the distraction, his excitement and anticipation rose slowly, as his thoughts turned more and more to what Marcel would expect of him in the night that was about to begin.

In the meantime, Stefan had a good grip on his smartphone. For the show that now had to be delivered, he had set the interface so that the current messages also appeared on the display in idle mode.

Stefan was reassured that his mother had fallen into bed completely exhausted after a very hard day's work. She really shouldn't notice anything of this action. His father would not be coming home that weekend anyway. Still Stefan wasn't sure if fulfilling this task was a good idea. But his curiosity about this incredible experience was stronger.

Again and again, Stefan stared nervously at his new smartphone. Through the tilted window, he could hear the first homecomers from the disco bawling and slurring their words as they walked by. Now it would soon be that time. Stefan got up and closed the window so that he could later pretend not to notice the people on the way. He tried to ignore the blind as much as possible, because he now had to leave it open, as well as the curtains, in order to present himself unprotected on the bed.

Stefan took another quick shower. In order to be able to react quickly to Marcel's message, it would be more favorable and more credible to be already mostly naked, instead of having to undress frantically then.

After showering, Stefan tied only a towel around his narrow hips, took a deep breath and entered his brightly lit room. He looked at the dark window and saw the reflection of his athletic slim body, which was now only covered in the middle by a white towel. No way to see who just walked by outside and might be watching him.

Stefan walked toward his bed. He could feel his penis enlarging with each step. But still the towel could hide his arousal. He lay down on his bed, he wouldn't need the blanket on this late summer evening anyway. He leaned the smartphone against the nightstand in such a way that he could unobtrusively look at the display without anyone from the outside noticing.

With a book in his hand, Stefan pretended to read and adjusted the reading lamp so that it would later specifically illuminate his genitals as soon as he put the book aside. In this way, he was able to bridge the waiting time without being too conspicuous to passers-by outside the window. With the bright lighting in his room and the darkness outside, Stefan had no chance of seeing even a hint of what was happening outside the window. All he saw was the reflection of his room with himself, almost naked, lying in the middle of the bed.

With every minute of waiting, Stefan became more nervous, more excited and also hornier. His penis meanwhile lifted the towel slightly. Stefan felt his glans, which was already about half exposed, rubbing against the towel, which increased his excitement even more. He could have started immediately, but he had to hold out in this embarrassing position and pretend to read the book until Marcel gave the start signal.

Without really reading anything, Stefan looked strained into his book and pondered what was actually more embarrassing. Being watched by a complete stranger while masturbating, or by someone who knew him. And how it would be to never really be able to know for sure who was watching him.

Finally, the beep of the smartphone jolted Stefan out of his thoughts. A short beep announced the receipt of a WhatsApp message, from Marcel, of course. The display read succinctly: "3 minutes".

It was time. Stefan put the book aside and looked down at himself, where the cone of light from the reading lamp clearly emphasized what would have been impossible to miss even with less light. Stefan's hand reached for the towel. Yes, he was so aroused that he wanted to free his cock, even in front of spectators, no matter who would be standing just outside the window at that moment, or from Stefan's point of view, behind the reflection in the window pane.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he brushed the towel aside and his already greatly enlarged member immediately stood up. With the next heartbeats, the glans enlarged so much that the foreskin slid back completely all by itself. Stefan was rarely so aroused even before masturbating.

Stefan put his head back and closed his eyes. He also turned his pelvis slightly in the direction of the window to put his naked body and especially his strongly aroused penis well into the field of vision.

Out there in front of the window, anyone who happened to pass by could now see him, in addition to the just announced group around Marcel that would arrive any moment. Completely naked, stiff and with a shiny glans, Stefan lay on his bed. The thought excited him strongly. He let one leg slide out of bed on the window side in order to turn his narrow pelvis even more toward the window and to expose his stiff member and his balls, nicely relaxed by the warm shower water, as best as possible to the gaze of the onlookers who were invisible to him.

To bridge the time until Marcel's arrival, Stefan tenderly stroked his upper body, playing again and again with his nipples, which also quickly became hard and sharp.

Any moment probably also Marcel with his buddies had to arrive, including probably boys from his class, who had already witnessed the shower action. But also people Stefan didn't know. Maybe even people who knew him and who met him more often. Stefan might never know that they had seen him, while they in turn might smile knowingly at him. At that moment, Stefan found the thought hot.

Playfully he touched his glans several times and also began to play with his balls. Stefan conscientiously made sure that he didn't cover anything with his arm on the window side. Each of the drunken guys in front of the window should see the balls sliding through his fingers. Everyone should see Stefan's stiff penis twitching every time he touched his balls.

"That's it," appeared on his smartphone and Stefan had certainty that Marcel was now watching with his buddies. He felt electrified and could have cum immediately, but the condition was to masturbate for 15 minutes and cum only on command.

Stefan pulled himself together as best he could, despite all the horniness. In the meantime, pre-cum came out of the slit at the tip of the glans. Stefan carefully massaged the glans with it. Then he carefully let his middle finger slide up and down the underside of the hard cock. Every time the finger slid over the frenulum, the hard member twitched violently and released a new drop of pre-cum.

In order not to cum prematurely, Stefan pushed his hard cock forward between his legs several times and let it snap back to his belly with momentum. The increasing bawling and whistling, which could also be heard through the closed window, showed Stefan that the drunken peeping toms obviously liked this number especially. That's why he incorporated it several more times into his masturbation game. Moreover, it helped him to delay ejaculation. Stefan enjoyed the game with the spectators, which he even heard through the closed window due to the volume, although he of course pretended to notice absolutely nothing of it and only "accidentally" masturbate with the blind open.

A short beep made Stefan squint at the smartphone again, "More and more people are stopping, really awesome man, let him bob again!"

Immediately Stefan pressed his penis between his legs, which he found quite difficult with the enormous hardness, held it there for a moment and then let it go. Immediately the penis snapped upward against Stefan's flat stomach and bobbed a little. Stefan almost regretted that you couldn't hear the perverted sound outside that his penis made when it slapped against his belly.

"Show balls!" demanded Marcel via WhatsApp and Stefan let his testicles slide through his fingers as a matter of course. It was a good thing he had showered beforehand, because the warm, soft skin of his sack made it easy for him to show off his two testicles individually and let everyone see how his fingertips played with them.

The stage directions via Messenger worked very well, no one noticed how Marcel secretly typed or Stefan read, the scene seemed quite natural, as if Stefan had simply forgotten to pull down the blind and was just masturbating all on his own, full of youthful horniness.

The fact that it didn't exactly cost Stefan any effort to follow Marcel's instructions, but that it even triggered tingling sexual excitement in him to present his naked, aroused body as desired, was a completely different topic that Stefan couldn't and didn't want to think about at that moment.

"Nipples!" was the next instruction and Stefan stroked his nipples with his free hand until they were quite hard and pointed again.

"Lick pre-cum!" demanded Marcel now and without thinking Stefan drove his index finger deep through his glans slit and brought the shiny bead of slime to his lips. Even without a message, the bombastic mood of the spectators was hard to miss, even through the closed window.

After another " Bounce!" the message for the finale of the show contained only three big letters: "CUM!"

With thumb and forefinger to hide as little as possible from the bawling mob, Stefan began steady jerking movements. He didn't need much stimulation anyway. He barely withstood this stimulation of his extremely excited member for half a minute, then he felt his whole body tremble and shake. His sperm splashed pressurefully up to his chin. All over his upper body he felt drops landing. Outside the window was a good mood, but Stefan perceived that only on the sidelines. He enjoyed the insanely intense orgasm and forgot everything around him. It felt as if his member would not stop spurting.

Stefan's chest was still quivering and the orgasm hadn't really subsided yet when the next instruction landed on Stefan via WhatsApp: "Well done. Lick it up!"

Without thinking, Stefan put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them. Outside, there was another loud noise. Stefan ran his fingers over his torso and collected a second portion of cum, which he also brought to his lips and licked up with his tongue. Stefan repeated this until he had licked up all the cum from his upper body.

"Good show. Time to fall asleep!" praised Marcel.

Stefan laid his head back, relaxed, and pretended to fall asleep with his arms and legs stretched far from him. Of course, Stefan couldn't really fall asleep, he was far too excited for that, and the thought that pedestrians could still see him completely unchecked from outside hardly allowed Stefan to rest. But at least for Marcel and his buddies, the show had to be pulled off coherently, of course.

The more Stefan could think clearly again, the more uncomfortable he felt in his position. Still, anyone passing by the window could clearly see what had just happened. When he crossed the street tomorrow, he would have to ask every passerby if they might have seen him. Stefan would rather not even think about school on Monday.

Stefan would have liked to get cleaned up and dressed again right away. But he was afraid that Marcel might be lurking somewhere and prove that he had broken the rules at the last minute. Having gone this far, Stefan didn't want to stumble on the home stretch. Bravely, he remained in this humiliating position until the redeeming beep of the cell phone finally sounded. Looking at the clock, Stefan realized that it had actually only taken ten minutes, but they seemed like forever to him.

"You're about to get a call. Act surprised!" said the WhatsApp message. Shortly thereafter, the phone rang.

"Hey, you pervert wanker" Stefan heard Marcel's slightly slurring voice "put on a hot show just now in your room. Do you always do it with the blinds open?"

"Hey, oh man, really now? Did I forget the blind? Fuck!" shouted Stefan, playfully surprised and still totally aroused.

Stefan heard many-voiced bawling in the background. Obviously Marcel was not alone yet. "I happened to pass by your window earlier with my buddies. Were jerking off. We had a lot of fun, including our girls," Marcel boasted.

Girls - Stefan hadn't even thought of that. Of course, the disco was not the group shower for guys. Of course there were women there, too. Somehow he hadn't even thought of that. Stefan felt himself blushing. He jumped up and finally closed the blind.

"I want to tease Boner Stefan too" Stefan heard Bruce's voice in the background. Stefan had never liked the arrogant show-off. And now he knew that Bruce had seen it all too. So shortly after the past orgasm, it felt all the more embarrassing. Marcel unceremoniously passed the cell phone.

"Hey, you horny bitch," Bruce slurred, "it was really cool how your boner twitches around there. My two girlfriends also found it fully amazing. They want to try it out at home with my cock, too." Bruce boasted.

"Have fun. Hopefully you'll get it up too!" replied Stefan with a feigned concern. Bruce fell silent. Stefan was surprised himself by his spontaneous counter-attack and immediately felt much better. Actually, it was a horny experience after all. In any case, Stefan's cock was already stirring again.

"Hey, what was that? You shouldn't **** my buddies." Stefan now heard Marcel's drunken voice again.

"Sorry," Stefan apologized to Marcel, without feeling like he was diminishing his triumph over Bruce.

"I thought that was sooooo gay, the way he licked up his cum," Stefan heard a hoarse voice croak in the background. Ryan? It was impossible to say with absolute certainty, he must have been bawling a lot at the disco.

"I'm going to try out some cool cocktails with my buddies," Marcel now clearly spoke up again, "and we'll talk about you more at school on Monday, old wanker. I'm sure it'll be fun."

As soon as Marcel hung up, Stefan suddenly found himself in a great mood. The threat of Monday didn't really work yet, because there was still the whole Sunday in between. Stefan had an insanely great orgasm behind him. In addition, he had seen his archrival Bruce speechless for the first time.

Sunday passed unspectacularly. Stefan devoted himself to his school books, which he had neglected a bit in view of the events. If his parents were working so hard, he didn't want to disappoint them. And actually, his chances of graduating with a good grade were quite good. Not at the top of his class, but good enough for one of the better apprenticeships. For financial reasons, studying was out of the question.

In between Stefan made a few breaks to spoil his cock. After all, one could not only study. Often Stefan thought of his 'public' performance from the night before. On this day, however, he preferred to jerk off without spectators. And also he preferred not to leave the apartment on this Sunday.

Finally, Monday came, which Stefan had repressed quite well until then. Today he would have to look his classmates in the eye. Stefan's mother had left early, to work, of course. Stefan packed his bag and left the apartment.

In the stairwell he met Lars. This was actually nothing special, since the two of them met almost every morning in the stairwell, because the schedule of Stefan's school bus probably happened to match Lars' working hours.

After the very pleasant encounter of the previous day, Stefan was happy to see Lars again. I wonder if the friendliness was an exception, or if Stefan might finally have an opportunity to make friends with someone who didn't seem to mind Stefan's poverty. He was, of course, unsure whether it might have been a one-time stroke of luck, or whether Lars would always be so nice. Therefore, Stefan watched with special curiosity every gesture and movement of Lars.

Lars greeted and smiled. Was it the same smile as always, or a gleeful grin? Stefan pondered whether Lars might have noticed something about the Wixshow. But probably it was rather a kind of persecution mania, just because he could not see the spectators on Saturday for his part. So Stefan explained himself his probably groundless suspicion that Lars' smile could be different today than usual. For sure, only Marcel and his buddies had seen him, and the greeting at school would soon become appropriately awkward.

At the front door, Lars turned to Stefan once again unexpectedly: "Hey, kid! If someone grins at you stupidly at school today, then think about the blinds in the future when you're jerking off in the evening. Or turn off the light."

Lars was obviously grinning now. Stefan was alternately hot and cold. Now he knew that Lars had seen something. His first feeling had been exactly right, despite all his attempts to convince himself otherwise to reassure himself. Would this again be the end of the hope for friendship that had just begun to bud? Surely Lars didn't want to be friends with a pervert. Stefan's heart pounded wildly and he took a deep breath.

"Oh, um, honestly, that was, ouch, please don't think anything wrong of me, that was definitely not intentional, that was, I don't know how that could happen either, you know, not that you think now, I mean, you know..." stammered Stefan.

"Well, I thought it was funny," Lars soothed, "don't be ashamed either, with your dick, it's bigger than I would have thought, and looks really cool. But I think there were also guys from your school. They definitely knew your name Thought a little heads up wouldn't be bad before you run into them at school today unprepared."

"Oh, thank you," Stefan pressed out, while his body was seized by a burning sense of shame. He almost turned away to go to the bus, but one more question popped into his head: "Did you see much?"

"Everything," Lars confirmed, "one could have counted the hairs on your sack. And with your reading lamp on, you could perfectly see the spurting cum."

"Oh, that bad?" inquired Stefan.

"For you it was, for the audience it was awesome," Lars confirmed.

"Feels really weird to know that you saw it so closely. But I don't think the others are so nice to me," Stefan confided in Lars with his concerns. Despite all the embarrassment, he felt somehow at ease with Lars.

"You'll get over it. All the best for the day today," Lars said, patting Stefan encouragingly on the shoulder in a chummy manner.

Stefan only managed a short "Thank you" before he ran to the bus. The surprise for him at that moment was not that he had spectators from his school, but that Lars, of all people, had seen everything and that he would run into him every day. At the same time, he found the thought very arousing that Lars had watched him masturbate. All in all, it was all terribly confusing for Stefan, who was now unsure of his own feelings for a long time.

Soon Stefan was sitting on the bus with a hard cock in his pants, anxiously awaiting his arrival at school.