It was a cool wind that woke Dustin up. His alarm was still an hour and a half away from sounding, but the warm night that had led him to push open his windows for some relief had given way to a drizzle-filled morning and now a rain-soaked wind blew in. 
	Dustin turned his face towards the window, letting the damp air blow across his muzzle. He pushed his light bedcovers off to allow the wind to blow across his bare chest. He closed his eyes and savoured the refreshing moments. 
	Dustin stretched, pushing his back up off the metres and paused at the sensation of his pyjama bottoms pulling taunt against his groin, his morning erection making itself known. Dustin pushed a hand down the front of his waistband, briefly allowing the cool air to blow down across his nethers. 
	He groaned at the pleasing sensation, pushing his other hand down to join the first. He wriggled his hips and slid his pj pants down, stretching them with his knees as he opened himself up. 
	Releasing his grip for a few seconds, he wrapped his hands around the base of his shaft, holding his cock up like a masthead to the cooling breeze. Stretching again he turned his hips towards the window and after a few more moments he drew a paw up the shaft and over the head, coating his palm in his natural lubrication, before tightening his grip and beginning to stroke. 
	His other hand moving to cup his velvety purse, Dustin continued to stroke. Slowly. Savouring the half-asleep fuzziness in his head, the refreshing breeze across his body and the comforting sensations from his cock. Occasionally he dragged his thumb across his tip, usually eliciting a wave of sensation and an accompanying shudder. He could bring himself to climax at any moment by quickening his rhythm, but he wanted to drag this out and enjoy these first erotic moments of his morning. 
	Through his window, however, there was not a void. Outside there was a world, a street, other homes and at the window of one of those other homes, someone was watching. Someone was biting their lower lip observing the young deer enjoying his morning, slowly considering joining him in his bout of early morning onanism. 
	But back in his own world, Dustin could hold out no longer, having drawn out his pleasure to its peak. His pace quickened, his hips pushed forwards into his squeezing hand and his eyes dart open…

xXx

	Who is watching Dustin in his not-so-private moment? Is it the eligible bachelor who recently moved into town? Is it a shocked schoolgirl? Is it his neighbours elderly Aunt Ethel? Is it you? 
	Maybe this question will be answered, maybe it’ll remain a mystery, but the question that needs answering right now is this: Does Dustin discover that he’s being watched? 

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