When Gary came into the bedroom, Ron was standing nude at the side window peeking between the blinds. Gary noticed that his big dick was standing straight up.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked him.
"SSSHHHH!" Ron replied. "Come and get a look at our new neighbor."
Gary walked over and stood beside Ron so that they could both peep out the window.
The blind was pulled up on the window next door and it appeared to be a bedroom. Standing in the middle of the room, toweling off after a shower was the new neighbor.
He looked to be around 45 years old. His body was solid muscle, not the weight lifting kind but the kind that comes from hard physical labor. He had wide, thick shoulders and a pair of flat tight pecs. His chest and stomach were covered in a fine coat of curly hair. His arms had thick biceps and forearms, also covered in fine hair. His thighs and calves were so muscular that the muscles were defined and separate even while he was standing still. And, of course, he had an outstanding cock and balls.
His big dick hung soft at around 5 inches, the shaft big enough around even soft that you'd have a hard time closing your hand around it and had a massive head with a wide flange flaring around it. His dick was so thick that it almost covered his fat balls that swung to and fro as he toweled his body dry. He obviously barbered his pubes because they were a short, tight patch of curls. He was drying his hair so Gary hadn't gotten a good look at his face yet.
"Damn, pard, I see why you're sporting this big boner." Gary said, wrapping his hand around Ron's hard dick.
"Wait till he turns around, he's got an ass that makes my mouth water." Ron replied.
Almost as if he had overheard, the new neighbor turned around and bent over to dry his legs and feet. His ass was magnificent, the muscles moving beneath the taut skin of his buns so that the striations could be seen. His crack was so forested with curly hair that his hole was entirely hidden. When he stood back up, his ass was even more appetizing, the full rounded globes of a mature masculine man, deep indentations making dish shaped hollows at the sides.
He looked over his shoulder, then turned and walked toward the window with his heavy cock and balls swinging. He looked over at the window Ron and Gary were peeping at him from, then stepped to one side and looked out to the street between the buildings.
"Fuck, he's gorgeous." Gary said. "I thought sure with a body like that he'd look like a troll but he kind of looks like Sean Connery. Do you think he's straight?"
"Who gives a fuck?" Ron replied. "Even if he is, we can cure him."
The first Tuesday that he lived there, he had a woman come over. He was nude when she arrived and without any preliminaries she stripped and climbed on the bed. Ron and Gary were suitably impressed at the neighbor's erect cock, a thick eight inch piece of meat that stood straight up. He positioned the woman so that she was lying across the bed and lifted her legs so that they straddled his shoulders. Ron and Gary had a perfect view of his cock slowly sinking into her cunt. The woman didn't look too happy having all of that thick meat forced into her.
"Damn, I would have sucked on that big monster for a while before I got fucked with it." Gary said.
"Bitches don't appreciate a good cock the way another guy does." Ron replied, his hand pumping Gary's hard throbbing dick.
The show that night went on for a couple of hours. The new neighbor fucked like a stallion, varying his speed and stroke. The woman mainly just laid there like a blow up doll while getting her pussy pounded to smithereens. He fucked her in various positions, missionary, doggy style, cowgirl and then missionary again. The last time he had his ass to Ron and Gary and they both almost came from the sight of his beautiful ass pumping away on top of her. They could tell when he finally came, his ass cheeks tightly clenched and his cock buried deep in her cunt. When he pulled his dick out of her and rolled to the side, Ron and Gary could see the thick pearly juice running out of her abused pussy.
She got up and went into the bathroom off of the bedroom while the new neighbor lay on the bed looking out of the window.
"Do you think he knows we're watching?" Gary asked.
"If he does, he doesn't seem to give a shit." Ron replied.
The woman came back into the room fully dressed and then the neighbor got up and went into the other room. He came back a couple of minutes later, his cock and balls still dripping from being bathed. Then, he opened the nightstand drawer and handed her a sheaf of bills.
"She's a hooker!" Ron said.
"No wonder she looked like was bored the whole time." Gary said.
She took her pay, shoved it down her cleavage, picked up her purse and walked out. The new neighbor walked over to the window and watched between the buildings until she was out of sight, then went back and lay face down on the bed. He didn't stir again.
The new hobby over the next few weeks became spying on the new neighbor.
Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays were hooker days. The first woman or one of her co-workers would show up around 8pm, get pounded for a couple of hours, collect their money and leave. They never kissed, they never sucked cock and they never seemed to enjoy it. Ron and Gary, on the other hand, were having the time of their lives spying on them.
About two weeks after he'd moved in, Ron came home one evening from a trip to the store and noticed the new neighbor sitting on the front steps of the building next door. He decided to introduce himself so he walked over. The neighbor had on an old white t-shirt and a pair of old cotton gym shorts. The crotch strained to contain his fat cock and balls and Ron couldn't help noticing that the flared head of his cock was perfectly defined in the cloth. Up close, he was even more handsome.
"I'm Ron, I'm your neighbor." he said. "I live right there."
He pointed at the apartment.
The new guy didn't reply for at least a minute, looking Ron up and down the whole time.
"Are you the fucker who likes to peep through the blinds at me?" he finally asked.
Ron was surprised but replied, "I'm one of the fuckers. You've got a fan club. If you've known about it all this time you'd think you'd have put your blinds down if you didn't like it."
"True, I guess." the neighbor said. "So, you like looking at naked guys? What are you, some kind of fag?"
"I like to think I'm every kind of fag." Ron said. "Which doesn't mean that I won't kick your ass into next week if I don't like what comes out of your mouth next."
The neighbor looked Ron up and down again and said, "Yeah, sorry, I just never met a fag before."
Ron laughed and said, "That's what you think. We're everywhere, just like roaches. I'm surprised a guy who looks like you hasn't been hit on plenty of times by gay guys."
"Oh, I've been hit on, I didn't say that. I just never really had a conversation with one of you guys before; usually I just chase them off before they think I'm interested."
"Well, since we're playing true confession, let me ask you something. How come a hot guy like you has to pay hookers? You're good looking, you've got a hot body, a big dick and you fuck like a porn star. You ought to be drowning in free pussy."
"I like to fuck. I just don't like having a bitch hanging around afterward. They act like just because they let you stick your dick up them that they own you."
"See, that's where you're missing out by being a fuckhead bigot. Guys will let you fuck them as much as you want and then be just as anxious as you to get gone. You need to find yourself a boyfriend."
