ROCKSTAR

There are far too many lights on this side of the 'wall' he thought as he loped along. Rich people always so scared to loose all there crap that they go overboard. Luckily he was heading towards the back of the huge complex, where he could get a little privacy. As he walked he could hear the sound of the chain his wallet was attached to clink, so he unhooked it from his belt loop and stuffed it deeply into his back pocket. A little anonimity is good at times like these.

Around one more corner and he checked his watch 10:06pm, he was later than usual. Though he had no real excuse.
Parents weren't bugging him about his comings and goings, sometimes he was just lazy. Well actually he had gotten stuck on the phone with a third year girl who having found his number decided to confess to him. What a drag. Checking his grip he scaled the chain link fence and sitting on top, jumped over to the small shed the groundskeeper kept all his precious crap, purpose of which was to keep this place looking like rich peoples shit
don't stink. Pretentous bunch of assholes. He lived just three streets away from where he now sat. From the
roof,there was just a quick, climb up the thick brickwork and onto the top of the wall. This wall had been built to keep out the rabble. Most of the time he felt like rabble, and it kind of made him happy. He was on one of wide support pillars that gave the wall its picturesque arhcitecture from the inside, while the outside was a sheer plain wall. From here, he walked easily along the thinner portions, every few minutes reaching another spacious pillar top then onto the next. The moon was high and a smile graced his beautiful features in anticipation.

Sweeping back branches quietly, though annoyedly he settled down on a pillar top, and in the extreme darkness the trees gave he felt around and found a small plastic cup. Water sloshed slightly from inside. He settled down, leaving his backpack slung on a tree branch overhead, waiting to see if he would be getting any show that evening. Nothing was happening, and as far as he could see nothing was going to. He flopped down on the pillar completely flat and waited counting stars, Wait there was movement, actually sound, her door really needed oiling. The thought of mentioning that to her in passing some day bought a malicious grin to his face. He sat up expectantly and watched her enter her room with her mother behind carrying washing.

"Man tonight is going to be a bust." He frowned and reached around for his pack of cigarettes. He could hear her
wishing her mother a good night, and closing the door tightly. This was something new, she turned the light on, and he instinctively moved further back on the pillar. A stupid move he knew as the light would automatically make it impossible for her to see anything more than a few feet past where the light cast. As always he watched her movements, wondering what she was doing. Taking a photo from the back of her door, she looked around at the shrine to HYDE, and apparently picking the appropriate one climbed on her chair and holding the small picture alongside the much larger, seemed satisfied, and rearranged the larger down lower to eye level, and others up higher. Then the small one back to the postion on the door.

What a kid, posters everywhere he thought. But he kept watching fascinated by the strange ritual. He lit a
cigarette, and settled in to see what she would do next. Homework? Some girly thing? With her mother home he
doubted he would be getting the entertainment he wanted. In a weird way needed. as if she were reminding him of the uncomfortable heat, she slid the windows all the way open and leaned out, humming loudly. what's she so happy about? It kind of pissed him off. Did he have so little affect on her? When she was all he thought about. She turned abruptly and went to her schoolbag and pulled out some things and what was obviously a new HYDE picture that she stared at closely for at least five minutes, before looking at her door and tacking it up. What a child. He didn't feel like sticking around for this shit tonight. He needed a release, badly. Her hands had been all over him today, even touching his hair. God what was he so worked up over. He sure wasn't a virgin, but he was getting all consumed like he were in love for the first time. Retract that he had never been in love, he liked lust better. Get it out of your system then on to the next one. This one though was a little different. It was the realizaton of his own fantasy right here, where no one could judge or interfere. Problem was fantasy only took you so far, and this one had his insides in a twist more than he'd ever admit.

Grabbing the small plastic cup, he tapped off the excess ash from the cigarette he'd just started and fumbled in
his bag for the bottle of water he'd brought with him. If he'd been staying he'd probably have tossed the t-shirt and let the cold air run over his torso, but as soon as his cig was finished he was going home and abuse himself for a bit. Then the lights abruptly went out across the way. "Hmm I guess it's bedtime after all" He mused about how she really did seem like a little goody goody, when from a shadow her scanty clad body appeared at the window.

He figured pretty early on that her window was invisible from street level. Mainly because he'd looked and figured the wall the better alternative. She peered out into the night and started to undo her ridiculous braids and updo thing she always insisted on. She wore a thin little tank top and skimpy panties, that made him take a sharp intake of breath. Without all those weird layers of clothes she had an amazing body, not buxom or anything, just pert and perfect. She ruffled out her hair from its constraints and he could have sworn she was looking right at him. SHIT the cigarette. He put it behind his back. She moved away evidently not seeing anything unusual and in the moonlight moved over to her door.

Hmm was there going to be some entertainment after all? Even pleasuring herself she was a loud moaner and he was
betting with him inside her, she'd be a screamer. Just that thought alone had him hard in an instant. Stuffing the cigarette into his mouth, he quickly undit the button on his pants and slid them off. Underwear was for other people, he let the warm air swirl around his penis, reveling in the sultry sensation. a Second later he'd lost the shirt, and kneeling in all his glory he ran his palm over the engorged tip and let the pre-cum lubricate his palm, and then he started to pump, slowly at first getting his rhythm . His other hand almost comically taking care to keep the cigarette tapped free of ash. He kept up the rhythm alternating with a backhand technique. Oh if only she was doing this to him. With that thought he easily took his full length, and some to spare in both hands and his rhythm picked up. Alternating hands across his tip to keep him lubricated. He watched her mesmerized as she ran her hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples while the other hand beneath the flimsy fabric of her panties explored between her legs. Her name spilled quietly from his lips in time with his movements. In the shadows hecould barely see the frustration on her face, surely from the strain of keeping quiet. He was disappointed slightly because he loved her moaning, thinking arrogantly that it was for him and not that stupid ROCKSTAR. Ah he lost his rhythm at the though of his rival, and almost his erection. Then he saw she had turned slightly towards the window and leaning on something behind her, was working herself over good. Panties gone and head thrown back stroking her clit.

Seeing her neatly shaved pussy in full view for him, he was harder than ever in an instant and now with two hands cupped toghter was thrusting his cock forcefully into the self made tunnel, hips rocking as picturing her wet and hot before him. Then she did something he hadn't expected, she grabbed something and stuffed it into her mouth, and moving with move forced thrust her hips faster to meet her probing fingers, her thumb massaging her nub forcefully, and then she began to quiver and body arching he heard and watch tranfixed the muted scream of release that no one not even her mother downstairs forced into the wadded fabric.

"Oh fuck." he moaned as his whole body spasmed, not noticing even the cigarette now barely more than a pathetic
stub fall onto him and singed his pubes. Covered in the sweat of his labours and the evening He came hard into his hands the second she let out her scream. It was for HIM, and again arrogantly refused to believe otherwise, even when he knew better. With his head back and his cock still hard in his hands, work a few more minutes as he
pictured hercoming on her hands, and the scream that even now was locked somewhere inside him forever.

After a minute or so seeming to gain her senses back, she went through the same ritual of cleaning off herself, and then would look at the pictures on her door admiring the rockstar that she got off on. She was a bad girl and he liked her for it. Suddenly becoming aware of his heightened state of nakedness, he felt the congealing evidence of his labours on his hands and flicked it off in front of him. Standing he grabbed a treebranch and tried to wipe the excess off. It was all dirty and even a little seedy, but if it meant getting off on her, he could imagine doing this every night forever.

A good fifteen twenty feet below on Kayano's quiet street a cozy couple walked arm in arm hidden in the shadow cast by the wall. They stopped to kiss, when suddenly something slimy hit the young man on the cheek.

"Oh what the fuck?" He looked up into the dark canopy.

"what's wrong Takeshi?"

"Something just hit my face and I think my sleeve. what the fuck is it?" He wiped his face and smelt it. "Oh god is this...cum?"

"What!" She sounded outraged by such an outlandish suggestion. "That's ridiculous, it's probably bird doodoo. there are trees up there afterall. Not some guy waiting for people to come by and fling, his bodily fluids at us." She said amused.

"Besides isn't a bird pooping on you good luck?" She said pulling him along the street and search of a convenience store to put his mind at ease with a pack of wet wipes to clean up the offending mess.

They never heard the snickering from above nor saw the glow from the second cigarette Takeru had lit. Naked he
balled up his t-shirt and making a pillow laid down to watch the stars, and relive the evenings events. At some
point he nodded off and woke going by his watch around three am. "Shit. He quickly put on his crumpled t-shirt and reaching around the pillar top he found his jeans, though not before accidently pushing them over the dark edge, and catching them before they topple completely over. He heard a faint noise of something hitting the pavement below, but didn't worry too much his wallet and cigarettes were safe. One beside him, the other chained to the belt loop.

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The following morning Yohei noticed him walking funny and adjusting the crutch in his baggy jeans.
"Finally one of the girls got you huh? Got a little sea life action going on down there?" He Joked, making pincher movements with his hands.

Takeru glared angrily at him. Later after all the euphoric feelings had settled that little singed portion of hair had really gotten itchy and slightly sore. God knows he'd never try smoking and jacking off at the same time again.

"Nope just lost my wallet."