I was hiding in the bathroom when I saw him, naked and showering. I couldn't believe my luck. I watched him clean himself, his hands gliding over his body, making me want to join him.
I was taking a stroll in the park, minding my own business, when I happened upon a sight that took me by surprise. There he was, my neighbor, showering in the nude. It wasn't something I was expecting to see, but it certainly stirred up some feelings within me. I decided to play it cool and act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but my mind was racing with thoughts. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to join him in the shower, to touch his skin, to feel his hardening manhood against mine. But I knew better than to make a move, to risk ruining our friendly relationship. So, I simply watched him from the corner of my eye, enjoying the sight of his naked body as he washed away the soap. But the urge to touch him, to taste him, was too strong to resist. I found myself reaching for my pants, my hand moving in rhythm with my heart pounding in my chest.
