The afternoon sun hit the driveway at just the right angle, casting a sharp shadow against the garage door, from behind the thin lace curtains of your bedroom window you can see him, just like always, at the exact same time of day, your neighbor working out once again
Shirtless, and with shorts that can barely cover his enormous junk, loudly grunting and moaning with each press of his incredibly heavy weights, his skin completely drenched in sweat from the effort and the summer sun making his already huge muscles look even more pronounced than they already were
You can't help yourself, your forehead pressed against the cool window frame, eyes locked on him watching his every movement, a man this big seemed impossible, and yet, there he was, each day lifting right in front of your very eyes, real as all can be, and you had a front row seat to see it all, it felt like watching a movie, one hour and thirty minutes of pure masculine power all for you to view every single day...