friend Paul were playing video games in his upstairs bedroom while Seth and Mary enjoyed a glass of wine and watched television downstairs. Beautiful Alice Manthis was lying on her bed, talking on a cell phone. Jeff Younce was walking on a treadmill while watching some sporting event.

Mr. Collins stood there on the young couples’ front lawn, Sergeant Snuggles leashed in hand, stiff cock swinging in the breeze, surveying all that was his domain.

He turned and walked to the big bay window on the front of the home. He looked in, making no attempt to hide himself. Dennis was riding Quincy furiously, pumping his cock in and out of Quincy’s ass like a piledriver. Mr. Collins’ half-soft prick immediately sprung forthright, ready to commence with its usual practice. He stroked himself – casually at first, with gaining intensity. Behind him he heard a car roll by only a few dozen feet way. One of his neighbors was driving home to see one of their other neighbors jacking himself off while staring through an open window. But only if they looked. Mr. Collins was supremely convinced that he was the only one who ever bothered to open his eyes, and actually look at what was going on around him.

And right now, his opened eyes were looking right in at Dennis snapping his long, firm rod from Quincy’s soft, pale ass to blow his load all over the tail of his light blue polo shirt. And at the same moment, Mr. Collins spent his own load, streams of thick, white cum sliding in strings down the lower panes of the front bay window of 1338 Hunterbaugh Street.

Mr. Collins then folded his softening dick back inside his Dockers, snapped the Sergeant to attention with a jerk of his leash, and headed back home in time to catch the latest episode of his favorite crime drama.

No one ever noticed Mr. Collins’ habit. And no one ever asked.