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The beefy, inked neighbor swings by, and we find ourselves alone in the house, the air thick with tension. I'm horny and restless, and he seems to sense it, his eyes lingering on my crotch. I start rubbing myself through my clothes, and he takes the hint, his big hand wrapping around his own hard cock, giving it a slow, firm stroke. We're both rock-hard, our breath coming in ragged gasps as we match each other's rhythm, our eyes locked. The room fills with the sound of our heavy breathing and the slick, wet noises of our hands working our cocks. Our bodies flush with heat, we finally let go, our cocks pulsing as we shoot our loads, leaving us panting and satisfied.