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Entertaining the neighbors

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by cummonet@hotmail.com A few months ago, I wrote of my experiences in seeing how far I could get from home, shoot my sperm on whatever I thought would be fun to squirt on, and then make it back while still nude, without being caught. It seemed as this challenge prompted some of my largest and most intense orgasms, not to mention squirts of cum. My favorite position in which to cum during this time evolved to, me semi-squatting, stroking my dick at a moderate pace, alternating my free hand between pinching and twisting my nipples, and inserting either two or three fingers up my ass, all while bucking my hips until sperm shot out of my dick and splattered onto its target. In other words, I was having a great deal of fun. One of our next-door neighbors during these escapades was a couple in their early 50's. In my excitement I had initially failed to notice that they were very early risers.I realized this one night as I began an "encounter." As I finished striping behind our garage and headed toward my target (that night it was going to be a cute brunette's car or garage door, two blocks away) I thought I noticed a silhouetted female figure in the kitchen window. Not wanting to acknowledge that I was aware of her observation, I simply made my way to the next tree, stopped for a second, and proceeded on my way. However, as I returned, via the front yards, I attempted to determine if, indeed, there was anyone looking. I made my way from tree to tree, and as I approached my house I was sure I saw the figure of a woman against a dim background. Again, trying not to let on that I had noticed her, I simply made my way to the backyard, dressed and went inside. To my complete surprise, a little less than a week later, the woman flagged me down as I was cutting our lawn. She asked, in faint innocence, "Say did you by chance see a streaker run through our yards a few nights ago? (This was when streaking was a fad and a convenient way of expressing her observation.) A streaker, I answered with mock surprise. Well NO, but I'm guessing by your question that you did. Yes I did! I'm pretty sure it was a man, completely naked, at around 4:00 a.m. or so. Well, I'll sure be on the lookout I calmly answered. So she couldn't distinguish if I was a male or female, hey? That, perhaps not so subtle challenge, certainly resonated within me. About a week later, I just couldn't wait to be nude and walking through the neighborhood again. When I went out this time, I made sure to have fastened on my strap-on-dildo beneath the jock strap I had selected for the evening's beginnings. (I also had on a pair of skimpy running shorts, bra, and T-shirt. It wasn't too long after I was outside that thought I saw a flicker in the neighbor's kitchen window. I decided to first hide behind the garage and prepare for my move to the next tree and beyond. I took off the T-shirt and shorts, unclasp the bra, and positioned the 12-inch strap-on so it was held in place by the jock strap, yet dangled just enough to look fairly real (I hoped). I then made my way to the next tree my bra falling off about half way there. Once behind the tree I leaned my back against it and pumped the strap-on, so as to effect its vaccume hold over my semi-erect cock. Once this was done I started to stroke the dildo as I would my dick. Slowly I eased into view side ways and toward my next position (the goal tonight was the backdoor, glass window of a cute blond teenager, just a block away). As I moved partially into view, I made sure to slow my stroking movements and made each stroke very precise so that someone watching from behind would not have too difficult of a time guessing what I was doing. As I headed off I pretended to be startled by something to my left. I quickly turned my head and then remained still (no stroking) for what was probably only 20-seconds (although it seemed like MUCH longer). Again pretending to be reacting to something, I made my way back behind the tree where I was not visible to anyone who may be behind me. Once there, I reached into my jock and retrieved my tinfoil wrapped supply of Vaseline I had taped there. I carefully squeezed all of it into my left hand and smeared about half of it around my rim and up my ass. The other half I used to coat the strap-on, now turned dildo. I had decided during this time (I really can't say exactly when) to give my neighbor a show she would not soon forget. To start off I sort of edged out to the right and stopped where I knew I could clearly be seen if anyone was there. As I stopped I rested on my knees with my butt towards the window. To make the abandonment of my distant objective seem plausible, I again looked to the left as if there was something there. I now felt "free' to begin to get really naughty. I started by slowly stroking my dick and running my fingers around my ass, occasionally inserting two or three of them up my butt. During this time the well-lubed dildo had been laying in front of me, out of sight to anyone behind me. I was really starting to get turned on by imagining what I must look like from behind as I wiggled my tanlined butt on my fingers and stroked my dick...all outside, only a few feet from my backyard. I now reached for the dildo (about 12-inches by 4) and positioned it under my ass, slowly sitting on it to steady its position. In no time I had slipped nearly 4-inches up my ass and started to really wiggle my butt to get as much as I could to disappear. As I no longer needed a hand to steady the phallus, I was busy stroking my rigid dick with my left and twisting my nipples with my right. Again, I pictured what I must look like, nude, just a jock strap on, pulled to one side in front to allow me to stroke my dick, and to the other in the rear to allow me to wiggle a 12-inch dildo now nearly 9-inches up my ass, while masturbating and twisting my nipples...in public...in my neighbor's yard. I was getting really close to squirting what I knew would be several long and thick strings of sperm. At the same time I wondered how I could plausibly turn to allow anyone behind me to see me stream my cum. Again, I simply looked left at "something" and turned right enough where I knew I could be see as I squirted. Getting as close to release as I was, I wanted to maximize the moment and thus got in a semi-squatting position. To do this I had to let the dildo slide a bit further out, but once there I began what I knew would be the final strokes to orgasm. As I was squatting, the dildo now resting close to my prostate, I started to play with my rock like dick. I slapped it several times against my tummy and inner thigh leaving pools of pre-cum everywhere, while really starting to twist my nipples. I soon was bouncing up and down on the dildo, wiggling as it went further up my ass on each down stroke, and stroking/showing my erection to anyone who was watching. Soon the large headed dildo started to press on my prostate (I just love it when I feel something hit it just as I'm ready to release) and I started to squeeze my penis harder as I felt my sperm start to shoot. I saw three huge strings of sperm shoot out of the now shinny, swollen, purple head of my dick. The first shot was simply beautiful. The sperm splattered on the grass nearly 6-feet away. The next two gorgeous shots really bent the blades of grass as they landed. At about this time I heard a chair screech across the floor in what I guessed was the neighbor's kitchen. At this point I sort of fell on my back and let the next 6 or 7 streams of sperm land on my chest (one even landed on my chin). At the same time I felt the dildo slowly sliding out of my ass and sort of pop as it was expelled on to the lawn. With my chest, legs, and chin covered in my fresh sperm, I used both hands and smeared all of the cum into the hair on my chest and legs, even tasting that which had landed on my face. I didn't lay there long after the squirting was finished. I briskly got up, picked up the dildo, went and picked up my shorts and T-shirt and bra, and went inside. As to whether my neighbors saw anything, I got an electric reply about a month later. I was out trimming the yard and saw the lady out too. I asked her if she had seen any of those streakers lately. Her reply sent a bolt down my penis, "Well no darn't it, I haven't...but Paul says he did about a month ago. Boy was he excited over it. From what he says, I wish I could see one again." Well of course there are a few additional chapters to this story....but that's for later.