The next day, I woke with great anticipation and a woody that wanted attention. Sleeping naked had many advantages and I reached down and with only a few strokes had a mind-blowing orgasm. I lay with the warm cum on my stomach and smiled as I realized that I was back enjoying my dick as much as I did when I was much younger. My brother had shown he how to jack off when I was ten and I had enjoyed it ever since.

I cleaned the already clean house and bought fresh flowers for the coffee table. I'm sure Marcus will be shocked to realize that this old man, old enough to be his father, maybe his grandfather, liked very modern furniture and had decorated the house in wild colors and crazy furniture. I loved it and smiled every time I walked though the rooms.

I planned the menu in detail and made a grocery list. I reluctantly got into my clothes and drove to the specialty grocers and bought was I needed for the very special meal. I realized that I was walking with a bounce, a merry tune wafting through my head and a big smile on my face. I couldn't remember being this happy in a long time.

The afternoon was spent preparing the meal and getting the table set for two without being too reminiscent of a candle light meal to entice, but looking welcoming and safe. I took a long shower and got into my black jeans, and a black silk shirt. I slipped my feet into my sandals and I was ready. I only had to wait for Marcus and Kelly to arrive. On a whim, I hurried up stairs and peeked out the window. There he was, naked for my enjoyment, playing with Kelly and chasing him about the yard. When they went inside, I left and went down to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on the dinner. It was almost ready when I heard the door bell ring and a friendly bark. I went to the door and opened it to a visual delight. There stood Marcus in black jeans, a black t-shirt, and sandals. We looked at each other's attire and laughed at the similarity. Kelly barked and pulled on his leash, not liking being left out of the fun. I gave him a good stomach rub and then stood up. Marcus was standing with his mouth open and a surprised look on his face.

"I never thought an o - - - - - - -," he began and stopped just short of calling me an old man. "I never thought you'd have a house decorated like this. It's wonderful!"

"Yes, it surprises everyone that an old man would have such modern furniture, and I enjoy the surprises. However, it's been a long time since anyone's been here and it has been fun getting it all freshened up for new eyes."

We went into the kitchen with Marcus looking carefully at every piece of ultra-modern furniture and abstract painting while I finished the salad and the dinner was ready. We sat down and Kelly lay on the floor as close to Marcus as he could get. We had wine and proceeded to eat with a few words here and there but totally relaxed with silence also while we savored the pork loin with gusto.

From time to time, Marcus selected a bite and shared it with Kelly explaining, "I like to keep him feeling included. I certainly don't like it when I'm ignored."

"I can't imagine you ever being ignored," I began. "You're so handsome and - - - -," I let it trail off realizing I had said too much.

"When people find out I'm gay, they tend to ignore me," he said. "I hope it won't bother you." He looked at me with hope in his expression.

"I'm not bothered in the least," I said. "I think being different from each other is what makes the world interesting. I can't imagine a world where we are all exactly the same. How boring."

"I somehow knew that you'd be different and I could relax about my lifestyle when around you," he said and I could tell he relaxed and the conversation picked up and we had a wonderful evening of conversation and laughing.

"John, may I ask you something very personal?" Marcus began and looked at me with a pained expression.

"Ask away. I can't imagine you asking anything that would bother me." I explained, wondering what he was going to ask.

"When you said skin doesn't bother you, I began to think that you might enjoy something that I also enjoy. And when you said you weren't bothered by my being gay, I again wondering something else. I know we're from different generations but I feel so comfortable with you that I forget you are older."

"Much older," I laughingly added. "Please feel free to ask the question."

"Would you mind if you found out that I'm not only gay but also a nudist?" he asked.

I laughed and said, "I wouldn't mind at all. I go naked all the time because I hate clothes."

Marcus let out a sigh of relief and then asked, "Would you mind if we took off our clothes now?"

"I'd like that very much," I surprised myself by answering so honestly. "I would feel much more comfortable."

We rose and quickly removed our clothes. I had a strange but delightful feeling as I stripped down. I felt completely at ease and natural as Marcus looked me over and I looked him over. We caught each other's eyes and then laughed as we sat back down for desert and coffee.

We eventually moved in to the living room and without thinking, sat on the sofa, close together. After a few moments of silence, I reached over and put my hand on his bare leg and felt the muscles twitch under my fingers. I saw his limp penis start to rise and knew that the evening was going to be much more exciting that I had expected.

Marcus responded by putting his arm on the back of the sofa and then around my shoulders. I took his rapidly hardening dick in my hands and realized that it was even better than I had thought, It was a handsome cock and I loved sliding the skin back and forth.

"Are you okay with this happening," he muttered. "I hope I'm not involving you in something you will later regret."

"I'm more than okay with what is happening. I love being naked with you and holding your handsome cock."

He took me in his arms and kissed me lightly. Then when I kissed him back, he kissed me more urgently and let his hands caress my nude body sending shivers of pleasure all over me. I felt his hand on my hardness and gasped as the pleasure was stronger than I expected. He lay me back on the sofa and reached down and let his warm hand move over my butt and in between. I gasped in shock as the powerful sensual feelings crept over me. He circled my opening and I again shivered.

"Let's go in the bedroom," I whispered and we slowly rose and walked arm in am up the stairs and to my bed. I got out the lube and he got a condom from his pocket. We kissed again and he lubed my hole and inserted the first knuckle of his finger in and twisted it a little, sending shivers of delight all over my body. After a bit of finger play, he turned me over and up on my knees and knelt behind me. I heard the condom being slipped on and felt the tip of his throbbing cock push against my ready and willing butt. He pushed the head in and waited a moment for me to accept it and relax. Then he gradually pushed in a bit more and I felt passion overwhelm me and I gasped out and my whole body shook. He pushed a bit more and I felt his body against mine and a warm feeling rushed through my veins filling me with joy and love. He slowly began to fuck me and with each thrust, I felt this wonderful passion. I could feel my dick and balls swinging freely as he thrust into me and loved the feeling. I was hard and throbbing and needing release, when he reached under and began to stroke me. That was all it took to send me past the point of no return and I felt hot cum surging up my cock and spurting out as if I were a young stud. I let out a passionate yell and felt reality escape me. I could feel the handsome naked neighbor sliding in and out faster and faster and with each thrust, I felt more and more pleasure. Then suddenly, his breathing became a gasp and he thrust one last time deeper than ever and warm cum filled the condom and he leaned over my body with his arms around me and we collapsed on the bed, lying motionless for a long time. I loved slowly regaining reality and breathing, knowing he was still in me and I wanted him there forever.

After an eternity of beautiful feelings, I felt him slipping out and I missed him already. He sat up and got his breath. He went into the bathroom and returned with a warm wash cloth and wiped the cum from my body and the sheet below. He turned me over, bent and kissed me and took the cloth back into the bedroom.

"Are you still okay with what has happened?" he asked as he took my hand and helped me stand.

"Dont worry about me," I explained. "I feel better than I can ever remember feeling."

We went down the stairs and Marcus began to pull on his clothes.

"Don't do that," I said, "It's dark out and you can carry them with you and not be seen." The fact that his handsome body was going to be hidden was not what I wanted. "Or better still, let's go back up to bed and you can leave in the morning."

Thus began a wonderful friendship all because of The Window.