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Chewing anxiously on my thumbnail, I watched the screen as he gestured for Vince to come at him again. The ghoul shook out his hands and bounced on the balls of his feet a few times before running at him.

Effortlessly, Dan looped an arm between Vince’s legs and flung him into the air, using his own momentum to send him flying over his shoulder to land on his back with a loud boom that echoed through the empty arena.

I winced. Didn’t that hurt? How did they do it without hurting themselves?

It was actually more impressive than I’d realised, I begrudgingly admitted to myself.

Vince jumped to his feet with a grin, completely uninjured.

“Perfect,” he said as they slapped palms. “So then, while your back is still turned and you’re showboating a bit, I’ll try and get you in a headlock.”

“Yep. I know the drill.” Ewen turned his back on Vince, who immediately lunged forward and wrapped his arm around Ewen’s neck.

Ewen quickly reached up and grabbed his head, launching it high into the air as the rest of him ducked and escaped Vince’s hold. My eyes flared with alarm when Vince lifted his foot and placed it on Ewen’s ass to shove him away, sending his body stumbling into the ropes. Then he deftly caught Ewen’s head as it dropped back down, before holding it in front of his groin and thrusting his hips toward it.

My spine snapped straight.

What the fuck?

“And that’s when you bite my dick,” he said casually, and my nostrils flared with outrage.

What the fuck?

Ewen was laughing as his body wandered over to grab his head, shoving it back on his shoulders. “Nice and hard, right?”

“Don’t you dare, asshole.” Vince snickered and punched his shoulder good-naturedly. “Gently, like you’re teasing a cock you can’t wait to suck. I know you know how to do that.”

I stiffened, my face tight. Did he? Did Vince know that? Had firsthand experience, did he?

When I noticed on the screen that Ewen had glanced toward the camera, I hunched back over my laptop and kept my head bent, breathing faster.

“Oh yeah,” I heard him say, and saw him smirk onscreen in my direction. “I know how to do that.”

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This was getting out of hand.

I had to stop.

I couldn’t keep doing this.

I don’t even like him! I thought miserably as I shuddered hard and my fist stuttered around my cock, the image of my dickhead neighbour Dan Ewen fucking his own mouth still filling my brain.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I came. Hard. For the fourth night in a row. After once again seeing Ewen giving himself head through his living room window.

It’s not my fault, I rationalised as I lay there panting, my vision a little spotty when I blinked my eyes open and stared up at the dark ceiling. He keeps doing it without closing the blinds. It’s like he wants me to see.

Fresh heat prickled over my skin, and I sat up quickly to wipe away the cum cooling on my belly as guilt made it churn.

I really shouldn’t have been doing this.

It was wrong on so many levels.

Somehow, I had become the pervert neighbour. Somehow, I had found myself spending every evening tense and jumpy with anticipation that I refused to acknowledge, my dick already half-hard, until it was an acceptable time for bed and I had the excuse of going upstairs and ‘casually’ glancing out of the window that looked down onto Ewen’s living room.

Somehow, I found myself doing that repeatedly until I finally caught him sitting there naked, his stupidly muscular body stretched out in a languid pose, his severed head clasped between his hands. His dick in his own mouth.

Somehow, I found myself standing there for a few long seconds, staring at him from the dark like the ghoul I was. Watching, my cock swelling and growing stiff and aching, until I once again realised what I was doing and backed away hurriedly.