When I first moved here from my hometown, I rented an incredibly shitty house. I didn't have window treatments, which comes in handy later.
I was 23. Long story short, I discovered that my neighbor would smoke a cigarette out behind his house in his tighty whities every morning. He was Mexican, about 30. It was always super early, like 4-something in the morning. And his back yard was pretty private, you could only see into it from parts of my back yard or if you were above in a helicopter or something. Haha! He was never really showy about it, he just took a step out onto his back steps and had a quick cig before getting ready for work.
He always had to park in the street and his car was always facing my house. I already had "accidentally" shown off for him, being nude with no window treatments. I knew when he'd leave for work, and I might walk past the window on my way to the kitchen or something, totally naked with the lights on. Anyway, from observing that is how I came to find out he stands out back in his briefs.
So one morning, I went out back for a smoke in MY tighty whities. You know, because it'd be funny that we were doing the exact same thing. For several days, we just nodded and accepted one another's presence. I finally broke the ice to introduce myself, stepping out into my grass to go over and shake his hand. A three foot picket fence separated our yards. He seemed pretty awkward about meeting me, but as the summer wore on, we started chatting more and more. I do remember one time I went out nude on like a Sunday morning, pretending like I didn't know he kept his routine on the weekends. That morning is when he admitted he could see me nude through my windows occasionally. I just told him that I'm often nude and hoped he wasn't offended. He didn't say that he was, but he didn't seem super into the idea either.
Finally I was moving, and the week before I moved I was telling him about it, that his underwear smoking buddy would be gone, basically. I didn't put it that way exactly. LOL On one of the very last nights, he bluntly asked me if I'm gay. When I said yes, he bluntly asked if I would suck his dick. He kept reiterating that he wasn't gay and that it didn't mean anything to him, and that he wouldn't recip, almost in a "lady doth protest too much" sort of way. We stepped inside onto my back porch and I knelt and pulled his briefs down. His pubes were dark and untrimmed but nicely contained. He had a decent dick, somewhat fat, average in length, and uncut. I just blew him and let him cum on my chest/torso. He stuck around while I jerked off outside, but then hightailed it back to his place. For the next couple of days after that, before I moved, he did not come out to stand in his underwear for a smoke. Go figure.