Ted comes to a rest and lets go of your love handles and slips off your sweaty back and onto the uncut grass with a stupid looking smile on his face," Oh man.. that was amazing."
"Yeah?" you say feeling Ted's warm wet spray slipping down your leg. You slowly get on your hands and knees and rise up to your feet and look down at your handsome neighbour.
"Man, your blocking my sun," Ted whines.
"You know," you say putting your foot gently down on Ted's stomach," I think it's my turn."
"What?" Ted says trying to sit up, but you put down some weight on your foot and hold him down.
"It's only fair," you say and let a grin spread across your face.
Ted's face seems to turn white, he's seen you play with yourself and while your toy might not be as long as his, yours is thicker.
"C'mon," you say and lift your foot off of him and give him a push towards the door," It's my turn."
Ted struggles to his feet and you guide him towards the back door while feeling up his firm tush.
"Hey, stop that!" Ted protests.
"Quiet, no talking," you tell him and walk back inside to the cool air conditioned room, "To my bedroom."
Ted leads the way slowly, as if it's an execution march all the way to your bedroom. Once inside your bedroom you close and lock the door.
"We don't have to do this," Ted begs looking at the door behind you.
"Oh, but we do," you grin and walk closer, making sure to take heavy steps to cause your every roll and fold to bounce, "Now, take off your clothes."
"But..."
"Do it," you say sternly and take a heavy step closer causing the room to shake. Frightened, Ted quickly removes his blue shirt and peels down his black shorts to reveal some tighty whites, you smirk to yourself.
"Not bad," you say admiring Ted's slim body with a hint of muscular definition. You take off your massive shirt and throw it at Ted who catches and looks at it confused and in awe at the size of it, compared to his own frame. You peel off your shorts and underwear and walk towards Ted and push him down on the bed.
"Don't worry, I won't miss like you did," you say and spit into your hand and move it down.
Should you let Ted go? Or really teach him a lesson?
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