Quinton Part 2

Days pass and I don't see Quinton.

Then one day I'm out moving things around in the garage when Quinton pops over and asks if I could use a hand. I accept his offer and we move the stuff I want to move around together. We talk about all sorts of things, but neither of us mention anything about the other night. By the time we're done I begin to think that maybe he never actually saw me after all.

It's hot outside and we're working up a sweat. Quinton pulls his shirt off and plops down on the old loveseat we have in a corner of the garage where we also have a mini fridge and freezer, and a shuffleboard table. I take my shirt off too and grab us both an ice cold root beer from the mini fridge and sit down beside him.

We talk some more. I can see the sweat pouring down his bare chest. I follow a drop that runs down his hairy chest and treasure trail to the tip of his shorts. For the first time I notice he has formed a bulge in his shorts, and I think I see his dick twitch inside.

I shift my eyes back upward and hope that he didn't see me looking at his body, but luckily for me Quinton's eyes are also checking out my own sweaty torso instead of my eyes as we talk. I decide it's probably better to go inside and take a shower now then risk a possible misunderstanding, especially since Quinton hasn't brought up the other night or made any other signs of interest other than a quick glance of my body, which could just have been a comparison look, which is something I myself have done in the past, especially in my high school and college years.

Quinton beats me to it when he says he should go home and take a shower. We say our goodbyes then he leaves and I head up to my room to strip before jumping in the shower. I strip off my clothes and start to head to my bathroom but before I get there I look out my window to see Quinton standing by his window across the way.

He grabs his dick and begins jerking it. From where our houses are positioned and the time of day I'd be the only one who would be able to see through his window. The sun is shining brightly and with its position I'm not completely sure if he can also see through mine, but that question is answered when Quinton waves right at me.

My dick is hard now, and since I now know without a doubt Quinton saw me the other night and he was initiating something now, I grab onto myself and jerk myself off for his viewing pleasure as he is doing for me.

Not only do we jerk our dicks for each other, we fondle our balls and rub our chests, flicking our nipples. Quinton even scoops up his precum and rubs it all over his hairy, sweaty chest.

We pull chairs over to the window so we can sit and relax as we continue our masturbating show. We both have pretty good stamina, and the show lasts a good while.

Quinton cums first. Shot after shot of his creamy white man milk explode from his twitching dick and he covers his hairy chest. I stand up to get a better view and spray my load all over my window for him to see.

Quinton massages his cum into his hairy chest before licking his hand clean. I grab my underwear and wipe my cum off my window. Quinton waves over again before giving me a thumbs up. We both walk away from our windows. I jump in my shower, expecting Quinton has done the same.