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NIGHT WALKS

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 14 Oct 1999 1 comments
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Most summer nights I take my dog Harry out for his last walk. We go around the neighborhood and turn around on a quiet trail behind some older houses in a quiet dead end section of town. One July night night, just as we were about to head back home, I noticed movement in the window of the last house on the street (it was the back of the house we were facing). It was Chris, a thirty year old repairman who lived by himself ever since his Mom died and his older brother got married. Looking up, I saw him raise his arms and slip off his tee shirt, getting ready for bed, I guessed. He was so used to having just the wooded trail behind him that he had not bothered to close the blinds on the glass doors that led to his bedroom deck. Stunned, I waited to see what would follow. I lucked out as he stripped off his jeans and walked back and forth in his briefs for a few minutes. I was as totally absorbed in what he was doing while Harry sniffed some of the animal smells in the area. Slowly and quietly I moved closer for a better look, although my heart was pounding since I had never done anything like this before. My khaki shorts also sported a rapidly growing tent as I found myself very turned on by the hunky, hairy chested guy in his Jockeys who did not know he was being seen. After a few minutes, Chris lay back on his bed with a magazine in his hand. It was pretty clear what kind of a magazine it was once he opened it. Lying there on his back with the bed lamp on, he slowly slipped his hand inside his briefs and started to take care of business. In a minute or two, he had them off and I got to see something I had speculated about once or twice as I had watched him mow his lawn in a pair of tight gym shorts. What a package, I had thought. Now I got to see what was really there. It was thick and huge and it glistened as he took some kind of lube and massaged it. He is a fairly hairy guy and this made it even more exciting for me. I had taken my own cock out and was stroking it, keeping up as well as I could with Chris. I could feel my own balls tighten in excitement even as I watched his grow tight and hairy. When he put the magazine down, I knew it was time. Thick white spurts shot all over his belly and chest as he arched his body in pleasure. My own cum flew all over the grass and dribbled down my hands. In a minute, he got up to clean off and I zipped up and headed home......drained but very, very happy. I have seen him naked once or twice since then as I look in his window, but i have not seen him j/o again. I look forward to that.