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Jacking with the watchman

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by Mxbear I have never been an exhibitionist myself. The idea of showing it all to others just fills myself with great fear, although the thought has crossed my mind many times, I have always avoided it. The most "public" thing I had done was once, in a regular movie theatre, when I jacked off without taking my cock out of my pants (imagine the mess under my boxers!!! But I love the feeling) looking at these actors making love in that movie "An Officer and a Gentleman" (which I had seen 3 or 4 times before) some 12 or 13 years ago. I have also jacked off in porn video booths, and I know there is someone next door doing the same and probably peeking through a little hole, but in those cases you are there to do that precisely, so it is a riskless exhibitionism which takes half the fun out of it. What is happening to me now is different. Last December 1997 somebody broke in our house while we were away on Christmas holidays. My wife and me decided to hire a night watchman to take care while we were out. The guy we hired, a 30something married man whose family I have known for years and I knew he was jobless, so now he does the garden and the house hardware work during the day and keeps an eye on the house at night. There is a little house about 100 yards from ours, which was empty (we live in a ranch) but in a fairly good condition so I let him move his family there so he could be close at any time. A-strong-man-for-when-I-am-away sort of thing. It is also nice having him around the house because he works out, so he's got these well developed muscles and great looking butt and legs. But anyway, although I like keeping this healthy distance between me and my employees, so our work relationship would not be harmed, I started chatting with the watchman at night, when everybody was sleeping. He turned out to be a lot more interested in politics, economics, etc. than I thought, so our chats became more and more interesting. One evening we had a dinner party so, when everybody left, and my wife went to sleep, I took a bottle of red wine and some of the dinner leftovers and invited my new friend to taste a bit of everything and have some wine. We drank the whole bottle while munching hams, sausages, chorizos, etc. well, you know, all those cholesterol saturated delicious stuff. Things eased up between the watchman and me. The moonlight and the winter crystal clear sky allowed me to see this guy's great body. He kept caressing his arms and his chest under his jacket so he was evidently "showing them to me". Most work out guys do that, I mean, they touch themselves a lot in public, and I don't blame them, I would do the same if I had those firm muscles. Suddenly, and for the first time in my entire conscious life, I had an urge to wank right there, in front of him. Of course I did not do it, but I did begin to touch my cock more often, scratch my balls in a very masculine way. He kept looking at the horizon, not seeming to mind whatever I was doing with my genitals. This made me more comfortable, although I did want him to look at me. With my thumb and my point finger I began squeezing the head of my cock under my pants. I guess it was the wine which made me do it. Soon my dick was hard. I crossed my legs so my erection would not be so evident, but kept caressing and squeezing my dick under my pants. The watchman kept doing the same to his arms and chest muscles. He took off his jacket so I could have a full view of his body, stood up and lit a cigarette, still looking at the horizon with his back and butt facing me It was like having a private dark-skinned James Dean in front. Being behind him made me feel more free of touching my genitals and… well… wanking; besides, I had this full view of his round butt which, by the way, he kept touching too. Then I saw how he also began touching his genitals, which were out of my sight, but still… "So, he is doing it too" I thought and this took me to this point of no return and unloaded a big amount of my white cream under my pants which I have always enjoyed, I mean, getting my boxers wet with my own cum and letting it dry in there during the day. It gives me a great pleasure to walk around, work, do my regular life, knowing my cum is all over my crotch. Especially before it dries up. "Did he noticed?" was my big worry after libido has gone. I said good night and went to sleep. I promised myself I would never do it again. The following night I couldn't get any sleep so I invited my fellow watchman a glass of scotch. The scene repeated itself, like a carbon copy of the previous night, except this time it was more obvious he was also jacking off under his pants, facing horizon. Next evening, the same: the chat, the scotch on the rocks, the muscles caressing, the genitals touching. My wife was already asking what I was doing and I told her I was keeping this guy some company before going to sleep and that his chat turned out to be interesting (true). After the fourth night it was more than evident to me that he was also jacking off under his tight jeans, although not showing me and being careful to face the other way, so I decided it was time to do it openly, with our dicks out, you know, like back in the old school days competing with your school mates on who shoots the load stronger and further. I remembered I had somewhere a bottle of poppers which I used once but my wife did not like it and acid irritated my nose, so… I looked for it and it still had some aroma. I served my watchman a second full load of scotch so he will loose up a little more. When we were in our now usual positions: me sitting on a rocking chair right behind him, stroking while he was smoking, looking at nowhere and also caressing and squeezing his dick and balls, I opened up the poppers little bottle, sniffed it and got free of everything which kept me from opening up my fly and taking my piece of meat out of its cotton jail. He did not turn around but it was obvious he knew my cock was now out. "What's that smell?" he asked me. I said it was something special to make you feel better. He turned around and I put my arm over my dick to hide it from him. Now I had a direct view of his hard cock under his jeans for the first time. He was really hard. I could see that big, thick shaft stretching to the left side of his crotch and over his leg. Seeing his full erection made me move my arm and have him look at my cock outside my pants as I handed him the bottle of poppers. He looked at it, although not with all the attention I expected, while sniffing some poppers. He has a hammock where he takes naps during the night, so he went there, laid down, and kept sniffing the poppers and stroking his still covered cock. I got my chair closer to the hammock, asked him to give me some more poppers and saw how he pulled out his thick and long cock out of his unbuttoned fly. I saw his right hand stroking his dick as the left one caressed his chest and arms. He began strangling his nipples over his tight T-shirt. Then he lifted it up and I saw his chest for the first time. He has this very well defined mild hairy chest and dark brown nipples. I had his eyes closed, never looked at me. Then, in a very violent move (I even got chicken skin), he stripped completely and laid down again on that hammock. His legs were hanging down are soooo thick!!!! He kept sniffing poppers which I had stopped doing because those really get me in a bad mood if I over use them. Besides, the purpose of them was to loose things up and that was already accomplished. He was in desperate amusement of himself, violently stroking his penis, making loud masculine noises, which made me fear my wife would wake up, torturing his nipples, and some times his balls, stretching them as far as possible from the base of his cock. "This guy is going to hurt himself" I thought. I never imagined poppers would make him so wild (or maybe it was me). The important thing is that I was enjoying that whole show he obviously was putting on for me. For a moment I thought on getting closer and jacking this guy's dick myself but I was like totally invisible to him. He was enjoying only himself and it was like I wasn't there at all. He never opened his eyes or looked at me in anyway. I kept, moderately, pulling my penis as I watched the watchman. After loud groans and heavy nipples and balls torture (it seemed heavy torture to me) he shot a white load of semen all over his chest which against his very dark skin, looked even whiter, spreading it with his left hand all over as he finished draining his dick with the right one. I hurried up and finish quietly myself also, leaving my semen on the floor. I had seen guys making love to themselves on videos before, but never as intense as this one, right in front of me, totally live. I said good night and left him getting dressed again. He did not say a word, not even a simple "good night Sir" as the prior nights. Next evening his wife came to tell me he wasn't feeling well. For the next 4 or 5 days, he did not come. His wife said he was in bed with the flu but I could see him doing things around his house so. I was sure next thing was quitting his job. This was in early February '98 and we are almost in May and he is still working for me at watching the house at night and doing the garden during daytime. He hasn't exposed himself to me again (so far). After that night, we still chat every other evening, with a couple of scotches, a good cigar and lots of genital caressing, scratching, squeezing and stroking and cuming (at least me) but under our pants. And a lot of his muscle showing while we chat. We have never talked about what happened that winter night, though. I am sure he tries to avoid the subject and that he is feeling guilty or, at least, not comfortable with that weird homoerotic and -mostly- autoeroctic happening in front his employer. Now that the weather is hot, he is doing the garden shirtless and in shorts. Even my wife has commented how "healthy" he looks. I have decided he loves being seen by everybody. I can tell. I some times sit down on my rocking chair and just stare at him passing the mower from one side of the garden to the other. I can see how he loves me watching him. This is not just a fantasy I having, I can assure you that. He really likes me (and others) looking at him. He goes to a gym in town every other afternoon. I do not know where this story will end, but I will keep you posted…. Mxbear@hotmail.com

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