I first became aware of his presence one Saturday evening in summer. He was lying in bed in his apartment, totally naked, looking at his laptop. His body was quite pink, his penis a purplish pink.
The man was in the opposite building to mine. Because it was a rather wide street, his apartment was far enough from me to not see his body that clearly, but that was good enough for me.
The man appeared to be a nudist. He never tried to cover his body as he sat or lay in bed, day or night. He certainly had a body to be proud of. Not too muscular but well formed.
Today I came to have another look from my window. Sure enough he didn't disappoint me. The bed was a bit messy, as though he had been rolling about in it, but his sexy body looked all the better in it.
Soon his flaccid penis grew hard. He must be watching something sexy. He put his fingers in his mouth to wet them and began stroking himself. I was a bit shocked. If I could see him from my apartment many of my neighbours would be able to see him. I took out my camera with a zoom lens to photograph him, for my own consumption mind! Alas my zoom lens was not strong enough to give me a very big picture of him, but it was better than nothing.
He stroked and stroked, his hip thrusting now and then. I watched and snapped. After taking a few shots I put down my camera and half closed my window shutters. I stripped naked and got a jar of petroleum gel to smear some on my right hand. Returning to the window, I watched the masturbating man.
His penis had grown even bigger since I last looked. My own erection mirrored his, but I was standing while he was lying in bed. With my left hand I steadied myself against the window and with my right hand I slowly stroked my penis.
I tried to synchronize with him. As he quickened I quickened. As he slowed I slowed. I applied more petroleum gel as he put his fingers into this mouth for more spit. Then he started tickling his nipples and so did I.
With my left hand I caressed my inner thighs imagining that someone was caressing me.
Suddenly the man dropped his laptop on the bed and thrust his bum upwards. I couldn't see the semen erupting from his penis from this distance, but my own ejaculation proved strong enough to make me yell out in ecstasy. OMG! That was good.
The man lay there for a few more minutes before getting up to go to his bathroom. I turned and walked towards my bathroom to get a flannel. After I had cleaned my penis and my hand, I returned to the window. My shutters needed to be cleaned up too.