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I can hear the wet sound of the lube as he works his middle finger into his ass, thrusting in and out. His body is like a work of art, carved to perfection, and on full display to me.

After a couple minutes, he takes more lube and begins stroking his erection while simultaneously finger fucking himself.

My entire body nearly bursts into flames. I’m so hot. I find myself matching his pace as I jerk my own dick. My free hand touches the window as I stare inside. If anybody saw me, they’d call the cops for sure, but luckily nobody lives behind him, and the trees block his neighbors on the side.

His moans and grunts sporadically drown out the slick sounds of the lube as he works himself closer to orgasm.

My hand grips my cock tighter, moving quickly up and down my shaft. My own heavy breaths and grunts probably filter into his office, but not once does he acknowledge that I’m here. And somehow that’s even hotter.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, muscles flexing. “Oh. Ahh!”

His noises are sinful, taking me to the edge.

“Oh, god,” we both murmur at the same time.

Matías cries out as his orgasm spills out of him. White lines and drops of cum land on his stomach and chest.

I push my pants down in the front with my left hand,stroking vigorously with my right, and then I come on the side of his house and in his grass.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth.

My body twitches with every drop I spill, and when I open my eyes, I find Matías coming toward the window.

He’s still naked and covered in cum, the evidence running down his abs in rivulets. His still hard cock points directly at me as he gets closer, and in a barely there whisper, he says, “Goodnight,” and closes the window.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

MATÍAS

I makea point to be purposefully late to the barbecue, only because I don’t want to be the first guest to mingle with the married couple.

I come with a pack of soda and two bags of different types of chips. Martin, one of the neighbors I do know, shows up on the porch right after I ring the bell.

“Hey,” he says with a friendly smile.

“Martin. Hi. How’ve you been?”

“Not too bad. You?”

“Pretty good,” I answer with a smile.

Footsteps approach and the door begins to open.

“Yeah. You look good,” Martin says, giving me a thorough once-over.

I turn my head and find Adrian there, and based on his expression, he overheard.

He quickly paints a smile on his face as he greets us.

“Hey, guys.”

“Hey,” I reply.

“Thanks for the invite,” Martin says, holding up a plastic grocery bag. “I brought a few things.”

“Come in. You can put everything in the kitchen.”

Martin walks in first and instantly begins talking to someone else already in the house.