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My neighbor at the apartment complex was a complete butch, built, stud jock. Laird would leave with his gym bag each morning before work and the results were obvious. He was a short little guy with huge arms, chest and beefy legs. I loved watching him walk by every day in his loose tank top, drooling to see his pecs. One night he came home from work and hauled a bag of garbage out to the dumpster and when he turned around, his shirt was wide open and pulled out of his pants: His pecs were huge with great big silver dollar nipples and completely smooth. They weren’t tan, so I could tell if he went without his shirt much. His abs were rippling and the only fur was around his belly button and trailing down into his pants. One night I saw him out at a local bar with his softball team buddies. We talked at the bar for a few minutes. I had trouble not staring at the huge bulge in his uniform crotch. He knew I was looking at it, but didn’t seem to mind. I bought him a pitcher of beer and he said thanks and reached down and gave his dick a squeeze. I saw him come home a couple of hours later and I figured he’d be heading for the shower. From the underground garage beneath our apartments, you could hear when water was running in the apartment above. I changed into black sweats and a sweatshirt and went down to listen for his shower. Sure enough, he was in the shower. As soon as the water turned off, I went back up and sneaked up next to his bedroom window. It was tucked around a corner so no one could see me peeking unless they walked up to Laird’s townhouse door. Luckily, he had mini-blinds on his bedroom window and they weren’t turned completely shut. So I had a really good view into his bedroom, but with it dark out, he wouldn’t be able to see anyone looking in. Laird walked into the bedroom with his bath towel cinched around his waist. His bare chest looked so delicious: I could have spent hours sucking on those pink nipples. He stood in front of the mirror and flexed his chest. Luckily the mirror was along side the window so it was like he was posing just for me. Then he took the towel and pulled it off and tossed it over on the floor. Laird stood there completely naked, admiring his body. His cock was a short, fat fucker sticking out of thick black hair that was about the only hair on his body. He reached down and grabbed it and started to play with it, giving it quick little jerks that quickly produced a growing hard-on. He’d drop it and flex his arms and chest, reach down again and tug it a couple of times to harden it more, and admire the view of himself. I had my hand down my sweats jacking my own hard-on. He turned around and showed me his ass: A perfectly rounded bubble butt with a trail of fur in his crack. He shifted his hips so his cheeks would ride back and forth. He turned around to jack some more and got his tool solid. He went and sat on the edge of his bed and spreading his legs, reached down with one hand to jiggle his balls and jerked with the other. He was so hot sitting there masturbating for me. He lay back on the bed and pumped his cock in a frenzy, shooting his jism shot after shot into the air, landing back on his chest and belly. I had pulled the front of my sweats down and shot my load on his window. He picked up the towel to wipe off his cum, got up and turned off the light and crawled into bed. My cum was running down the window glass. I wondered when he’d find it... Comments and feedback to stroker57006@yahoo.com