There he was again. I could see him clearly from my garage loft on the hill. A man vacuum pumping his cock out on the back patio of his home. Quite a sight to see. A large greased up dick slowly filling up a plastic tube. It was straight up total chance and luck I started watching this guy about a month ago. When the spring weather hit allowing this guy to sit outside in the sun. He sits at a table on a patio behind large arborvitae trees " in private " with a beach towel for modesty, a couple day a week ritual. I have a powerful telescope with a limited vantage point. This was the day I decided I needed to find out who he was and if he might be willing to play around with another guy.
So began search mode. I looked at the color of his house and for any distinct features. His neighbor's have weeping cherry trees in bloom. I counted the number of roof tops from what appeared to be the corner of his block. But what street was it? Judging the distance was tough. It took me days of reconnaissance and research to narrow it down. But I knew I was getting close.
I would spy on this guy pumping when I could and then walk the neighborhood I believe he lived in on the days in between. Then one day I spotted him out. So after a few carefully asked questions. I had a last name and mobile number of my mystery man.
I was eager to try and make contact. Since it had been about 2 months since my first glimpse of him vacuum pumping himself. The excitement was getting me horny. Thinking of getting a chance to play with such a large penis. But now what? I decided to just be straight forward with the man. So on the very next time I saw him sitting out working on his tan and pumping his cock I telephoned him. I let the phone ring. I saw him look at it and then put the phone down without answering. Next I texted the same number. I got a reply. So happy to have finally made contact. He immediately demanded to know who I was. I answered I am the guy watching what your currently doing. He pulled a towel over his lap and began looking around to see if any one was around. My next words were I have been admiring your pumped up cock for weeks. He stared bewildered at the phone not sure of what to do. He looked panicked and was about to get up and go indoors. When I reminded him it was probably time to squeeze the air trigger on his right hand side some more. Now he knew for sure I was watching in real time. He remained covered by the towel but slipped off his tube and set it next to him. My next text read i will call you pick up this time.
The phone rang. He accepted the call. In a stern voice he asked who is this and what do you want? I made fun telling him I was a first time caller long time admirer. Still watching him from afar. I explained that I wanted to speak to the man with the big vacuum pumped dick. That I have been watching him for some time so don't deny it.
He sat there and said nothing but I was encouraged when he didn't not storm off and hang up on me. I asked him if he had time to play? Still he said nothing. I lowered my phone and let him hear me unzip my pants. I then told him I am going to stroke myself while we talked. I told him put me on speaker phone so he had his hands free, and he did. I asked him not to be shy because I had seen his stuff before. Then instructed him to pull the towel away so I could see his cock and balls. He hesitated briefly then rolled the towel off of his thighs. He leaned back in his chair I heard it slid on the patio cement. Then he slowly spread his legs open. Just as the sunshine came out from behind the clouds and warmed up his bloated package.