Like millions of other college dudes, I just moved into a new complex this week. While moving in over a 2-day period, I kept noticing this really humpy dude two doors down from my place. He would often be sitting in a chaise lounge, or lying on a blanket on the small strip of grass that runs between the backside of our building and a long, thickly vegetated wooden fence. He would be out reading, drinking beers, or just snoozing. I would guess him to be about 25-27, average build, average looks, 6-O, about 15O#, jet black hair cut in a military buzz. He would always be wearing somewhat skimpy stuff, such as cutoff 5O1s, umbros, cutoff fucked over sweatpants, and never a shirt and always barefoot.
His tan was great and his chest, tits and pecs were excellent. In other words, "eating stuff." Well, now that I am settled in my new surroundings, I can resume wearing my daily fashion statement, which largely consists of cutoffs or short shorts or sometimes a speedo bikini, no shirt, barefoot, and sometimes my backwards baseball cap. Yesterday early evening I was sitting out back on a large beach towel, having a beer and reading the new issue of Steam magazine. Dream Guy comes around the corner, obviously getting home from work. He is wearing olive drab green military fatigues, a white tank top, and hi top canvas Nikes which prolly have seen much better days. He nodded at me when he passed and said something; prolly hi or hello; I couldn't hear him that well, it took me by such surprise. Well, I needed to go in and shower for work and stuff, but I stayed out a while longer, hoping he would come back outside in his more aesthetically pleasing garb. Sure enough, there he is, sitting on a lawn chair, wearing only the cutoffs, no shirt, and barefoot. I stayed dangerously long to being late for work.
During the 1O-15 minutes I stayed, he and I played eye games, one looking while the other wasn't, etc. I pretty well decided he was cruising me, but dammit, I had to go to the theatre and tear ticket stubs in half for the lower and middle classes. I got back home around midnight and made a point of walking down the sidewalk from the other end, so that I could pass his apartment. Am I ever glad I did this! (Finally, after such long preliminary info, we get to some alt.sex.voyeur stuff!) I casually looked into his window as I passed. The blinds were almost fully closed yet open just enough to get an idea of the inside of his apartment. The first thing that caught my eye was the large poster on his wall of a shirtless model type. I'm talking one of those fuckin 4ft x 2 ft posters or something like that. I kept going. I came back in a few minutes on the pretense of taking my trash out. I walked slowly by, and saw him sitting at his computer, mostly from the backside because of how his computer was set up, but I clearly saw that he was naked. I immediately turned around, went back to my apartment, and got a glass pickle jar I was saving to collect coins in. I had a plan!
As I got back to his apartment, I purposely dropped the jar on the sidewalk and it shattered. My intent was to get him to look around and see that I was able to see him naked. It worked! The jar made a noise from hell and he turned around. I made a point of looking at him, picked up the pieces (making sure to get every piece, lest he might damage one of his perfect bare feet!) and continued to the dumpster. When I came back by, I knew I would have this guy, as he was simply standing in the window, blinds closed even further but still very sufficiently open to see what was inside. He was facing the window from the rear portion of his living room, stroking his half-hard dick and acting like he was looking at the TV. I made a point of waving at him but continued back to my apartment.
Of course I opened my blinds all the way, removed my shirt and shoes and socks, and changed into some really slutty grey wornout gym shorts. I was ready and waiting. I somehow knew he would be walking by any minute. Sure enough, not 3 minutes later, there he goes, wearing his green gym shorts and nothing else. I knew he'd be back. So I popped open a bottle of beer, opened my door, and framed myself in the doorway. When he came back by, he said hi, we initiated a chat, and, best of all, he stayed till well into the morning. Well, I have to go now, get to the laundry and try to wash all those cum stains out of my sheets, pillowcases and comforter. More later! :-P
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