My spooge shot from my hard cock to land across my chest and abs, a streak of white across that muscled expanse and ending just at my shoulder. If I hadn't been viewing my 'pornovision' with the sound muted, I wouldn't have heard the answering groan outside my eighth floor condo's windows and gotten up to see what was going on. I mean, I selected the high rise complex specifically so I wouldn't have to worry about privacy issues. I noticed a blur larger than a bird outside the window across from the bed and quickly opened the wood slats of the blinds wider (I had them tipped downwards for shading) to find a young man, coverall open and down around his ankles, still holding his hard cock and the evidence of what he was doing running down my window!

We stared at each other, both caught naked and with still hard cocks pointing away from our bodies until, with a laugh the young man let go of his cock and pulled his overall up to his waist and then tapped on the window near the handle. I got the idea (besides, he was damn hot looking!) and opened the window. He made sure his rope work balcony was secured and then crawled inside.

"Hi!" he said, holding out his hand, "I'm Chuck!"

I introduced myself and then pointed to where his overalls hugged his lower body. "You need to do something about that before we continue our conversation, Chuck," I said, reaching for the single button that seemed to be the keystone and releasing it. He just parted his legs a bit and the overalls fell back to the tops of his work boots, revealing his lower body again. "That's better, now we are on a more even playing field."

I appraised his body with my connoisseur's eye. All the parts were there, wide shoulders, thick pecs, narrow waist and tight six pack of abs, with thick thighs and calves below his equipment. His cock was softening now and hung about five inches from a clipped patch of pubic hair that, other than a dusting of hair on his forearms and legs, was all the body hair he had. I had seen that cock at what looked to be almost eight inches, so he was more a grow-er than a show-er. His balls were heavy even after his spew and hung low from his crotch, their skin sac smooth with their weight. Chuck smiled at my appraisal and turned around carefully with the overalls around his ankles to give me the back view of his body. His back was muscled down to his smoothly bubbled butt and then the thick thighs and calves. Laughing a bit, he spread his legs as wide as the overalls would allow and then bent forward a bit, reaching behind to pull his full cheeks aside to allow me a brief glimpse of the pinkish pucker hole inside before straightening up and turning around to face me.

"Ok, I've shown the goods; let me see what you got."

I nodded and let him stare at my front, wide shoulders and narrow waist, thick pecs and abs similar to his, although I worked out to get those two extra upper abs that made my six pack an eight pack. My cock was a bit shorter when soft, but lengthened as I got harder to a full nine slender inches. My balls hung a bit lower and were a bit heavier than his, with my sac hairier as was my crotch. Thick thighs and calves matched his, although mine were a bit hairier and, as I turned to let him ogle my backside, he saw my bubbled butt, dusted with the same hair as my legs and arms, a thicket of that same hair guarding my own private pucker hole. I turned around again and then said, "There you go, now how about you explain what you were doing, jacking off to my wank?"

Chuck laughed and peeled off his boots, thick socks and then finally the overalls. "Well, you see I'm under contract with your complex to clean the outside windows once a month so that they continue to look so sparkly in the sun and make folks want to live here. My company is all what you see right here, however, as my last employee got a different job a month earlier." He stopped to scratch at his crotch, causing his balls to bounce nicely with his movement. "Anyway, your bedroom windows were on my side of the building anyway and I've been working here long enough now to have enjoyed many pleasant wanks while watching you jack off." He grimaced a bit and then said, "Stupid me not to notice that you had the sound turned down, usually I can get off and move long before you get up to get dressed again." He turned and pointed to the streak of his boy love running down the outside of the glass. "Gotta take care of that soon or else it will be a mother to get off without scrubbing."

I reached out and grasped his cock, feeling it hop and throb at my touch and pulled him closer to me. "Oh, no, you had your jollies at my expense, now I think I get mine at yours." He didn't resist me much, only a token really, as I pushed on his chest hard enough to seat him on the bed. Chuck's ankles fit rather well on my shoulders, I noted, as I greased up his ass and rubberized Mr. Happy to get ready for a good fuck. I was glad to see that Chuck was a good bottom; he was loose enough for an easy penetration, yet tight enough to be a pleasant fuck. He moaned as I sank deeper into him and, when my crotch pressed against him he let out a deep groan and begged me to deep fuck him hard.

I proceeded to do just that, getting us in the right position so that I could pull out almost all the way and then drop with almost my entire body weight back into him. His hole was perfect for this, just tight enough that I didn't pop out and hurt either of us and just loose enough to allow full instant insertion. I could feel the throb of his insides as he worked up towards orgasm and I adjusted us so now I was doing short, quick thrusts against his love nut, causing him to moan in delight and quicken his breathing. I gave him one good punch fuck after that and triggered his orgasm, his ropy spew all over his abs and chest, two gouts of cum and then, as I continued to quick fuck him, little spurts of cum with each thrust. He reached up and pulled me down to kiss, something that I found so titillating that I started cumming myself and soon filled the inadequate reservoir of the rubber with my own man love. He felt really good under me and so we stayed like we were until about a half hour later we realized that we were sticking together.

"Time for a quick shower," I said as I pulled his limp body up from the bed and towards the bathroom. "You'll feel much better after one, I know I will." He laughed weakly at that and soon was gasping from the shock of warm water, soap and my skillful hands that did all the honors as he stood in front of me under the water. His third orgasm wasn't as spectacular as his first two, but then, I wasn't punching his prostate either with Mr. Happy. Still, he was able to coat my chest nicely with a couple of good spews before his cock returned to limpsville.

"My turn," I said as we exchanged places and he showed a bit more interest in feeling me up everywhere. I came again, quite respectably, since I did have the larger, heavier balls of the two of us. We rinsed off the spew and then dried each other off, his cock rising for action as the rough towel dried his ass, shaft and drained balls. "Damn," I said as I beheld his hydraulics in action even after three complete extraction cycles. "What you eat for breakfast, Wheaties?"

Chuck laughed and said that he'd probably shoot blanks now, but that he'd always since puberty been able to throw a rod no matter how often he'd cum. I was damn lucky to get to four, myself, and even that was with a lot of coaxing, smoke and mirrors. "You'd make a good top with your staying power, if only you weren't such a perfect bottom," I mused.

"Care to see how well I can top?" he said, leering at me and then pulling me into the bedroom. With a light push I was on the bed and a few seconds later I was legs up and full of his hard cock, enjoying every fucking inch of it and happily getting fucked, although receiving wasn't my preferred role. Throughout this fuck I realized two things; one that he WAS pretty good at this and two, it wasn't going to end anytime soon, for as he said, he had staying power. Chuck's cock hammered at my poor prostate and soon I was shooting orgasm number four as his face showed me he was orgasming too, just not squirting much into his rubber. I had to pull off HIM, rather than the other way around and pulled him against me.

"Ok, that was pretty good," I said, my butthole still tingling and my cock head still sticky with cum. My chest was coated with the little bit of cum I produced and Chuck surprised even me by bending forward and scooping up the little bit to feed me. "I still like fucking you better, though."

He nodded and said that he still preferred that as well, but "variety is the spice of life." I watched as he got up, fetched a damp washcloth from the bathroom as well as a reasonably dry towel and clean me up, even my poor well fucked butt hole and crack before cleaning himself up. When he was done he returned the cleaning articles to the bathroom and then, somewhat reluctantly, pulled his overalls on. He sat on the end of the bed and put on his socks and work boots, then got up and walked to the window.

Just as he passed through the open window and stepped onto his cleaning platform, he turned around and said, "Same time tomorrow then?" His eager grin was back and I had to laugh.

"Yeah, this time I'll do the window cleaning bit and you can be the inside guy." He nodded and I closed the blinds again, straightening up the bedroom and rest of the condo. Since Chuck and I had started this fantasy role play a few months earlier of service people jacking off to naked tenants, we'd had some of the best sex in our three year 'marriage.' It helped that we really did run the window cleaning business for the condo and part of our compensation was the high eighth floor condo's location. Of course, the benefits were really, really good...!