I looked down and realized that, without even thinking, I had my dick out the side of my shorts and had shot my cum all over the deckboards at my feet. I felt like I had been in some kind of time warp. Guiltily, I looked around to see if anyone had witnessed the spectacle or my own open masturbation. The neighborhood was quiet and no one was in sight. After cleaning up, I called Karen and went to her place, needing to fuck despite my release. I didn't tell her about the extent of my interactions with the neighbors.
Several uneventful weeks passed as Karen and I had weekend plans and were away. I occasionally saw either Jeff or Celia and, of course, was treated to the morning naked shows which by now were commonplace and only mildly exciting after the other things I had witnessed. One Saturday afternoon, I was out on the deck and saw Celia saying goodbye to Jeff, dressed in heels and a tight but classy black dress. It looked like she must have been going to a luncheon or some afternoon engagement. About 20 minutes after she left, I saw Jeff out looking at a gutter on the side of the house. Before long he carried a ladder out and placed it in the grass under the spot he had been checking. He came to the fence and asked if I'd spot him on the ladder while he cleaned the gutter and fixed a leak.
He was dressed surprisingly conservative in denim jeans but I noticed they were very tight, showing off his perfect round asscheeks. Of course he was shirtless as always and in sandals. As I got closer, I noticed a large mounded bulge in the front of the jeans. He obviously had on some underwear so I was a more than a little disappointed. He flashed his great smile as I brought my gaze up from his crotch. I grabbed both sides of the ladder and steadied it in the soft grass as he climbed to the second rung from the top and began clearing leaves from the gutter. I handed him a gun loaded with a sealant which he applied to the inside of the lining. Then he squatted on the rung and began applying the sealant to the underside of the same area. As he squatted, his ass was at eye level and I was amazed to see that he had completely slit the seam in the back of the jeans. He held to the gutter with one hand and the gun with the other so that he could maintain a deep squat fully exposing his entire asscrack which was encased in a white jockstrap. As I looked up, my face was only about 8 inches away from his beautiful bubble butt now almost completely bare and framed by the white straps of the jock. He made it a point to move from side to side to give me views from all angles.
My mouth was watering as I gazed at the delicious sight. His ass was hairless but the trench was covered in light wispy dark blonde hair. Right in the center, rimmed by a small amount of darker hair, was his asshole, a perfect pink pucker that begged for a tongue. I wondered if his wife ever gave him that pleasure. He mumbled something and I took the opportunity to lean in to hear him, taking a deep whiff and smelling the musky strong odor of his tight straight butthole. It took every thing in my power not to finger the hole, lick the hole, tongue the hole, dive face first into that beautiful male fuckhole. But I refrained again, not knowing what this guy's intention was. As I was totally engrossed in contemplation of this incredible male ass, I realized that he was saying something about his pants. He reached around and said "Jesus, I must have torn my jeans somehow! Look at this!". As he said it, he reached around, looking down at my face near his tight butt, and grabbed a cheek spreading it further, saying "My whole ass is hanging out, man!". His action exposed more of his asshole and he made it wink by contracting the muscles of his anus. I couldn't believe this guy's audacity but appreciated his effort.
He came down from the ladder and asked if I wanted a beer. I sat on the deck and waited while he went in for the brews. My mouth almost dropped when he came out in just his jockstrap, handed me a beer, then sat in a chair facing me, examining his "torn" jeans. The jock was definitely ripe -- I could smell it from where I sat -- a combination of sweaty balls aroma, a sweet smelling ass odor, and a tinge of relatively fresh cum. I loved the way the jock was cut low in front, his tanned rippled abs contrasting starkly with the strap, and the top of his blonde pubic hair just visible over the edge. His large cock and bullnuts packed the pouch to capacity and the worn out threads strained to contain the thick meat. His hairless balls were big enough to have stretched the strap so that one fat nut was partly visible at the edge of the elastic. After a quick look at the jeans, he dropped them on the deckfloor and sat with his legs spread, cupping his jockclad crotch with one hand and chugging brew with the other, all the time easily conversing about topics of interest.
When he had downed one beer, he followed his normal pattern. I watched as he sauntered inside, giving me ample time to check out his muscled asscheeks and, after a few minutes, he returned with a couple more beers, When he turned to offer me the beer, I saw that his perfectly erect cock was straight up against his belly, his hardon held in place by the jockstrap, but with the leaky dickhead visible over the edge of the waistband. As he sat and conversed more, his thumb subtly moved his foreskin back and forth, covering and uncovering the wide open piss slit and fat red cockhead. Once when he had lots of precum on his thumb, he looked me straight in the eye and sucked his thumb between his pouty pink lips, even going as far as to pull it out and swipe his tongue around the thick digit, resembling the best cock sucking techniques.
As usual, I didn't want the experience to end so I kept trying to keep up my end of the conversation. I almost completely lost it when he said he needed to stretch his lower back. He leaned back in the chair and grabbed his ankles, pulling them up next to his head, totally exposing his hot butthole again. He said "This is so good for your lower back. I try to stretch every day." I didn't even try to pretend that I didn't want to watch intently. He knew I had no interest in the stretch and he further teased me by hooking his ankles under his arms and spreading his ass wider, letting his fingertips actually graze his tiny anus, one almost penetrating it. I fully expected him to start some kind of sextalk during these displays but he didn't. I watched as he quit talking and rubbed one thick finger back and forth over his sweaty hole, at the same time grinding his hips around sensuously. Then quickly he jumped up and did some jumping jacks, followed by leaning forward with legs outstretched and his chest on the deck rail, ass spread wide open and arched in the air. I watched intently, speechless as he continued to grind his hips in circles and as he grabbed his asscheeks and exposed his tight little hole again and again.
Being totally infatuated with male butts, I didn't pretend not to be excited as I openly stroked my own thick 7 inches through my sweat shorts. I wanted to expose it to him but somehow I didn't think he was into it. So I ran my hand along the length of my cock hunching up against my open palm as I watched him display his ass until I shot spooge down the leg of my shorts and it trickled down my thigh. I made a point to scoop it off my thigh and lick it off my palm while he watched. Amazingly, I got to see him cum closeup as he turned and , perhaps inspired by the smell of my fresh load or the sight of me licking up my sperm, he gave three long rubs to the crotch of the jock and then got an ecstatic look on his face as I saw the nylon pouch appear to pulse and thick gobs of wet cum seeped through the fabric, coating his hand. The whole time he had one finger teasing his hot butthole which he had just displayed. As quickly as it started it ended. He said he needed to get cleaned up before his wife got home.
or That was the last encounter I had with Jeff. Unfortunately, Jeff and Celia moved out of their rented house near me to buy their own home at the end of that summer. I really missed the shows. All in all, I watched them fuck at least 6 times that summer. I realized that Jeff left the bedroom blinds partially open and lights bright for a reason and I took advantage of it. Their bodies were beautiful, the sex was athletic, and watching from a hidden spot made it all the more exciting. I find myself wanting, maybe needing to get to watch again but wouldn't know how to go about it. I basically fell into a very unique situation that summer. I never told my girlfriend the extent of my infatuation with voyeurism but I think she knew. I think I'm mainly over it ... for now.
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