It felt like I spent days looking at the photos in my hands when, in reality, it was mere minutes. 'Who had taken them? 'Where had they taken them from?' 'What, if anything, were they going to do with them?' And perhaps most worrying, 'Were they going to tell my wife?!'

These were all thoughts that were racing round my head when I was suddenly snapped back into the room by my wife calling from the living room.

"Well? What was in the envelope?" she asked.

"N-nothing, baby, just somebody from the local area asking us to donate something to some organization," I responded.

"Put it in the pile, and we'll have a look through it later," she proclaimed.

Needless to say, the photos went straight into my pocket, and I tried to put the consequences of my actions to the very back of my mind.

×××××

Over the next few days the questions I had in my head calmed a little. I'd had no further contact from my newfound voyeur since my alone time a few days ago, so I started to relax. 'Perhaps somebody was just joking around or trying to play a trick on you,' I said to myself, trying to calm my nerves further.

Since we moved into our house in 2022, I wouldn't say we'd been the best neighbors in the world but we also hadn't been awful neighbors either. I'd say hello if I passed people on the street and I'd bring my neighbors' bins in when I could, but for the most part, my wife and I had just kept ourselves to ourselves. With the arrival of our first child, though, my wife and I had discussed trying to integrate ourselves more in the neighborhood. Primarily so we could have an extra pair of eyes or two, keeping an eye on our child when they're older out playing, but also, having an extra few friends never hurt anyone. And it seemed our efforts were rewarded last Saturday afternoon when I was working in the garden when I heard our elderly neighbor Clive call out to me.

"It's about time you cut those bushes back; your house is becoming more bush than brick!" he said with a cheeky smile.

"They've been on my list for a while, haha; it just seems to be you take one thing off and three things get added!" I responded.

"What brings you round, Clive?" I asked whilst putting my loppers down.

"Tomorrow on the village green, the whole neighborhood is getting together. Some of us are setting up stalls to sell some of our unwanted possessions, but there'll be food and other bits to do. It should be a great day!" he stated excitedly.

"You know what, Clive, we'll be there. Sounds like a great way to spend an afternoon!" I said with a smile.

×××××

Sunday afternoon rolled around, my wife, my child, and I arrived at the village green, and Clive wasn't wrong; the whole area was bustling with stalls and activities, which was really nice to see. My wife loves buying gifts for people. I never have to worry about birthday and Christmas presents because my wife has already sorted them months in advance, so a place like this where she can tick off more presents on her list was ideal for her. We walked up and down the lanes of stalls, saying our hellos when one of the items at a stall caught my eye; it was a set of golf clubs. In my younger days, my brother and I used to love going to the driving range, and I'd said for a while that I needed to get myself a proper hobby. I was eyeing up the bag of clubs when the seller approached and struck up conversation.

"Hey there, my name is Neil, and I live at number 40," he said, stretching out his hand.

"Hello, my name's John, and this is Jane, and we live at 36," I replied, meeting his hand and shaking it. The strength in the man's grip did make me flinch a little.

"Ah yes, it's nice to put a name to the face. I saw you come home with the little one." He smiled. "Taken a fancy to my old clubs, have you?" he added.

"I used to love going to the driving range a few years ago, but you know what it's like—life gets busy," I said with a downcast tone.

"Well, get one out," he said. "Give it a swing, and let's see what your stroke looks like!"

Now I could have imagined it, but I swear he made a double take at me and put slight emphasis on the word 'stroke.'

I took out a driver, took a step back, and gave it a solid swing.

"Ah, a man who can definitely handle his wood, I see!"

He did it again, I was sure of it. Could this be my voyeur? I put the club back in the bag and somewhat hastily made our exit.

"Thanks, but I'll leave them for now," I said with a hint of panic in my voice.

"No worries, see you around," he retorted.

We spent another couple of hours at the event browsing more stalls and eating some surprisingly nice food; however, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get Neil out of my head.

×××××

In the days following our meeting, Neil's comments were buzzing round my head like a swarm of bees. 'Was he just being playful, or was it him that took the pictures?!' I said to myself, 'Surely he wouldn't have been so bold as to tease me in front of my wife like that, and on our first meeting as well!'

I'd become aware I was pacing in the kitchen when all of a sudden my train of thought was stopped by a knock at the door. I opened the door, and who should be standing before me but Neil!

"Hello Neil, is everything alright?" I said with a degree of questioning in my tone.

"Hello John, I've been thinking about our meeting the other day and heard what you said, so I've come to ask if you wanted to head out to the driving range with me tonight?" he said with that cheeky smile on his face.

At that moment, my wife popped her head around the door from the living room to see who was at the door. "Oh hello Neil, what brings you round this evening?" she enquired.

"I'm trying to whisk your husband away to the driving range, but he's dilly-dallying over an answer," he said with that teasing tone in his voice.

"Oh reallyyy?" she said, smiling at me. "Honey, please go; you never really do anything for yourself anymore, and once I've put the little one down, I can have a bath and do a face mask—have some real me time," she said, touching my arm.

I'd be lying if I said the mention of "me time" didn't prick my ears somewhat.

I looked at Neil and back at my wife. "Oh alright then, I'll go... But we're driving separately in case I need to be back here!" I said insistently.

"Perfect!" Neil exclaimed. "The driving range is about 20 minutes from here; I'll meet you there in an hour." With that he spun on his heels, and off he went.

The ride over to the driving range was pretty uneventful, but what did surprise me was when I arrived, Neil was already there waiting for me. He was sporting what I assumed were high-end golf clothes, as he did look the part.

"Bit overdressed for the driving range, aren't you?" I said cheekily.

"Nothing wrong with making a bit of effort," he said, brushing down his outfit. "If you take to this, we'll have to get you kitted out," he said, eyeing up my plain sports top and joggers. "The range is just down here," he added as he strutted down to the entrance.

As I watched him walk ahead, I couldn't help notice that for a man of his age, I'm guessing middle to late 40s, Neil was in great shape. Averagely built with finely kept features and standing at 6 ft 3, most people I'm sure would call him an attractive guy, and I had to say, watching him walk like this, I'd agree. He opened the door to the range, greeted the man at the desk, and purchased four baskets of balls. We then made our way out of the range, picked two tee boxes next to each other, and began our session.

We spent around two hours hitting balls together and putting the world back to rights talking about work, football, and everything in between. We also both shared a great laugh when the golf cart that collects all the balls appeared, and it became a '50 points if you can hit the cart' competition. Overall it had been a very fun evening, and it was a shame that it was coming to an end. Before we departed, however, I stated that I needed to use the restroom, and Neil pointed out the ones available in the changing rooms. I told him to wait for me so we could drive off together; however, he told me he was coming with me.

"You didn't think I'd be getting back into my car after working up a sweat for the past few hours, did you? I've just had it valeted!" he said, slightly puffing out his chest. "I'm coming to get a shower in there," he said, grabbing a gym bag from his car.

We walked back towards the driving range but this time went through a different door, and I was greeted by a large, very clean changing room. Lockers were fitted around the perimeter of the room, and in the center were two islands of benches for you to sit on. I hurried myself off to the toilets, and Neil dropped his bag down on the benches. I expressed my surprise at how nice the establishment was and thought to myself, 'I could see myself coming back here.'

I made my way back to the benches in the middle of the room, when all the thoughts in my head vanished as I was greeted by Neil in just a towel...

"Jesus Neil, sorry I didn't see you there," I said as I tried to look anywhere but at Neil.

"Come on, Buddy, it's just a half-naked body, nothing to be precious about!" he said with a wink. "I'll only get a quick shower, so hang on and we'll walk out together," he added.

I agreed and sat myself on the benches and got my phone out. My phone illuminated to show a picture of my wife and child, which instantly brought a smile to my face. My phone then pinged with a message from my wife stating, 'I hope you've had a good time xx,' to which I replied, 'Had a great time, thanks; should be home soon xx,' and then I did the usual scrolling of my apps.

I couldn't tell you how long I was sitting with my face buried in my phone; all I know is I was brought out of it by the smell of shower gel and Neil standing in front of the benches opposite me, again in just his towel. I looked up and caught Neil's eye.

"Have you had a good time then?" he asked inquisitively. "Have you seen things you like?" he added with a slight smile.

"Oh yeah, I didn't even know this place existed!" I said back with clear excitement in my voice.

"That's what I like to hear!" Neil replied. "See, there is more to life than home life!"

We smiled at each other, and Neil started to get changed. I put my head back in my phone for two moments when I was startled by Neil dropping something with a loud bang. I looked up sharply and audibly gasped at the sight of Neil standing naked opposite me.

"Shit, sorry, Buddy. I dropped my deodorant, and as I tried to catch it, I dropped my towel!" he said with genuine sorriness in his voice.

My eyes couldn't quite believe what they were looking at. I was looking at a naked man for the first time in my life, and rather than recoiling in horror, my eyes explored his entire body. His body was a work of art, and this was optimized by his cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was at least seven inches long and about two inches thick. The vein running down it was nothing like I'd seen in any porn movie before.

"Hey Perv, at least buy me dinner first!" Neil said, jokingly snapping me out of my trance.

"Sorry, man, but you clearly look after your body; it's quite something!" I said, giving him a final once-over.

"You should see what it can do," he replied, grinning. As he spoke, he sat down on the bench opposite and took hold of his cock. "Maybe I should show you!" he said, glaring at me.

"Neil, what the fuck!" I protested but didn't look away.

"Well, I've seen what you can do during your 'me time'; maybe I need to return the favor?!" he said as he slowly started stroking his cock.

Fuck!! It was Neil who took those pictures. My mind was screaming, telling me to run, but my body was rooted to the spot. My eyes were fully focused on Neil's hardening cock as he continued to stroke the full length of his shaft with slow, smooth strokes. Why couldn't I move? And why was this turning me on so much? I could feel my own cock hardening in my pants. I could feel the temperature rising and my face becoming flush as I watched this once stranger stroking himself in front of me.

"You like what you see, don't you?" Neil said without losing his rhythm.

"I've never seen another man do this before," I replied, my eyes glued to him.

"That's not what I asked, is it?" Neil said with a degree of firmness in his voice that made me whimper softly. "I said, 'You like what you're seeing, don't you!'" he added.

"Y-yes," I muttered back.

Neil laughed. "I knew you would," he said with a gleam in his eye. "Why don't you join in? Take your hard cock out, and don't even pretend it isn't, and start stroking with me!" he demanded.

I couldn't explain why, but Neil's tone was really turning me on...

"That's too far, Neil!" I protested weakly. "I'm a married man!" I added.

"I don't give a shit!" Neil said forcefully. "Take your cock out and start stroking with me, or I'll tell your wife what a dirty boy you are!" he added.

My wife simply could not find out about any of this. It would drive a huge wedge between us, and I didn't know how we would recover from it. I was in a corner and didn't really see another choice. I shut my eyes for a brief second, stood up, and pulled down my joggers, allowing my cock to spring free.

"There it is," Neil said with a degree of pleasure in his voice. "It's nice to see it close up; you have a nice cock, buddy!" he said

"Erm, thanks," I responded.

I sat back down on the bench, and again my eyes were glued to Neil's cock. It really was something special. I found myself thinking what it would be like to hold it and maybe even taste it...

"Hey Perv!" Neil shouted at me. "I'm starting to get close here, and I want us to cum together," he stated.

"What?!" I asked. "I can't do that!"

"You can, or I'll do as I said and tell Jane everything," he demanded.

The mention of her name made me shudder. What was I doing? How did I get myself in this mess? I tentatively grabbed my cock and started to stroke.

"There's a good boy," Neil goaded.

Again, his words were having an effect on me. I felt my cock pulse in my hand. My eyes made contact again with Neil's cock, and I instinctively tried to match his strokes.

"I've heard of people saying one thing and doing another, but this is another level. You're enjoying this and you can't tell me otherwise... You're such an obedient boy!" he teased.

A small groan escaped my mouth and my cock pulsed again in my hand. He was right; I WAS enjoying this. The whole thing was hugely erotic. The reality of stroking in front of another man and him stroking in front of me added together with the fact we could be caught at any time was thrilling. I felt like I was vibrating with both excitement and pleasure.

I matched Neil's stroke for stroke, but the pressure was definitely building inside me. "Neil, I'm not going to be able to last much longer," I said, looking over at him.

"Mmm, good," he called back, "because I'm about to blow too!" he proclaimed.

Faster and faster we stroked, racing towards our impending orgasms. The sparks of an orgasm were building with each stroke; I could feel my feet twitching in my shoes. "Neil, I really need to cum..." I sounded almost like I was pleading.

"I'll tell you when you can cum, boy, and you better keep stroking." That was his firm response. His words made my cock twitch and balls ache. I needed my release, but a new feeling was taking over. I wanted to obey this man. In my relationship with Jane, I'd always been the dominant one in the bedroom; however, right here, right now, I wanted to be the submissive one. I craved somebody else taking control, and Neil was doing just that. He owned my orgasm, he was in control, and we both knew it.

"Neil... Please..." I begged. It felt like my entire shaft was full of cum waiting for release. My cock was so hard, but I needed the approval of this dominant man to tip me over the edge.

"Cum now," he commanded.

And with that we both erupted. Our hips bucked and cum flew into the air. Groans could be heard throughout the driving range, and I prayed that nobody came to investigate what the noises were as I lay on the bench with my cock in my hand, coating my t-shirt in my seed. I glanced over at Neil, and he was breathing rapidly as his orgasm took hold. Seeing another man orgasm for the first time in my life was one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen. His torso, which was clean only a few moments ago, was now covered in cum. His chin actually had a few drops of cum on it, showing just how much he had cum and with considerable force. I'd be lying if I said the sight of this man covered in his own cum didn't make me shudder with pleasure.

Our orgasms started to subside, and we slowly started to come back into the room.

"That was incredible," Neil exclaimed.

"It really was amazing!" I responded. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard before!" I added.

"That's because you've never submitted before, and you clearly like it," he explained.

I looked down at my chest, and my shirt was covered in blotches of white. Neil was right; I did love it, and my shirt showed it. A degree of panic came over me as I thought about how I was going to get back in the house looking like this. Neil then suggested for me to wear his hoodie at home, and he'd take my top home and wash it. I zipped it up, covering my bare chest, and inhaled deeply as the smell of Neil poured out from the fabric, filling my nostrils full of his scent.

As much as I didn't want this night to end, I had to get home, especially before questions were asked, so I said my goodbyes to Neil and made to turn for the exit; however, as I turned, Neil stepped forwards and spanked my ass.

"Thanks for tonight, stud. I'll definitely be seeing you soon!" he said with a wink.

I laughed nervously and began to leave again. Neil called out to me as I made it to the door.

"Oh and remember John, I know where you live!"

I felt my brow furrow as I got into the car and drove home in silence.