There were no signs of anyone watching me until one Saturday, when I was feeling exceptionally horny; I decided to leave a night club to go home for one of my marathon masturbation stroking sessions. Some of my masturbation sessions would last three to four hours. I discovered a "secret" that the longer I was able to remain erect and excited, without squirting my semen, the larger the ejaculation would be that burst out of my penis when I finally released it.

When I got to the house that night, I rushed inside. As usual, my female roommate was not home. I quickly placed a few of her bras, a pair of her panties, and a pair of her thong-styled aerobic shorts on the bed. I turned out most of the lights, except for one in the distant background. It was just enough light so someone could see me if they looked into the window from the street. I also opened several curtains to the point where someone desiring to see me in her bedroom would not be obstructed.

et with the curtains partially closed, it would not seem provocative. I got the feeling that I was finally going to be rewarded as I saw a car again slow down in front of the house. They were driving really slow and then proceed only two blocks before turning around.

I began caressing myself while watching myself in the mirror. It was no more than five minutes before I noticed a shadow pull-up and park on the side street so as to be able to see into the room where I was masturbating. The person in the car initially simply sat and watched. While trying to act as if I was oblivious to the presence, I increased the rate of my stroking. Eventually, I noticed the unmistakable figure of a male exiting the parked car. I think he saw me stroking my rock hard penis in front of the bedroom mirror, at least I hoped. I started to squat and stroke, buck my hips, and hump my hand.

Eventually I heard a very soft knocking at my door. I acted modest and put on a long shirt to hide my nakedness. As I arrived at the door, I saw a thin, tan male standing sheepishly outside the still locked screen. In my softest non-threatening voice, I greeted my voyeur, "Hello, what brings you here so late this evening?" His response assured me that opening the screen door was the only option. He said he saw "a shimmering body in the night". He later admitted that he watched me through the window several weeks in a row at the on several Saturday nights at the same time each week.

As soon as he entered the room, I could see he was starting to get an erection in his pants. It wasn't long before we were both nude, kneeling on her bed and stroking our penises in front of each other. I had explained to him that I was not gay, and I didn't want to have sex with him, but I was so aroused by the fact that he was watching me. He seemed to become enthused as I made those comments. We got up and began standing in front of my roommate's mirror, slowly stroking our shafts "showing them off" to each other - inch by inch; both propping ourselves up on pillows. Our penises looked almost like they were dancing to and fro as we tensed and released our pelvic plateaus of fresh sperm onto the top of my roommate's wooden dresser. As he neared the end of his ejaculation-shots, he took both hands and began to smear the liquid with his fingers with a look of fascination on his face.