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The familiar illumination flickering to life outside Bjorn's window caught his attention. Finally, something to distract me for a while, he though. The bear snapped closed his laptop and shut out the tedium of grading student assignments... at least for a little while. His laptop screen had been the only light source in his apartment and with its closing the darkness enveloped everything. Although his eyes were just beginning to adjust to the darkness in the room, he still adeptly maneuvered around his desk and towards the new light source outside his window. It was becoming habitual.

Bjorn had first caught a glimpse of his neighbor several weeks ago and quickly discovered the studly German shepherd seemed to always forget to close his window blinds. Sure he'd caught the guy changing several times in front of his window seemingly unaware that he was being observed by anyone who just happened to be looking towards his window, but as of yet he'd still not been able to catch single sighting of the guy's sheath. Bjorn wasn't sure when he officially became a voyeur, but he half expected to get his "Peeping Tom" card in the mail any day now.

He'd seen the guy shirtless countless times; the red-fur-covered and finally toned chest was certainly a sight to behold. A few times he had even found the canine returning to his room fresh from the shower clad only in a towel. But each time he would find himself close to spotting more the dog would seem to realize that the blinds were open and would quickly close them. It'd turned into something of a game to him now: "The Hunt to Catch an Eyeful of that D" as Bjorn thought of it.

Bjorn approached the curtain covered window and peeked in the space between the curtain and the window frame. He'd been glad that he had purchased the cheap black curtain from WalrusMart when he discovered it was just shear enough to see the his neighbor's light come on at night, but dark enough that it didn't expose his favorite hiding spot when his own lights were out. As expected, he saw the shep clearly in the room across the courtyard from him. And even better than expected, he caught the dog with his teeshirt pulled over his head, apparently attempting to struggle his way out of the tight material.

When he did get it pulled over his head, Bjorn enjoyed the sight of the canine's V-shaped torso: his broad shoulders marking the point when his red coat front shifted to a very dark brown, nearly black, back. The doggy sniffed the shirt and tossed it aside before grabbing another from his dresser. Bjorn of course, was glad to have caught this sight once again. The shepherd's black and red tail was wagging excitedly as he turned towards his open bedroom door with his ears perked up. He must've heard something from the other room, mused Bjorn. The bear watched as he hurriedly pulled his shirt over his head before heading out of the bedroom. However, when the canine left the room, he left the light on so Bjorn waited for him to return.

He didn't have to wait long, but was surprised to discover that his eyecandy had returned with a companion. He was a bit startled to see one of his students, Julie, entering the shep's room. She was cradled in one arm while a 6-pack of booze was cradled in his other arm. He was beginning to feel especially guilty as he watched the two sit on the bed, chatting and sipping from their bottles; guilty enough that he actually walked away from the window after a few minutes. He grabbed his laptop and headed to the living room to continue grading. It was one thing to eye up and unsuspecting college jock, but another to spy on one of his students.

Being a teaching assistant while making his way through graduate school had seemed like a great idea at the start of the semester, but Bjorn was finding it to be a bit alienating. While he was friendly with the students in his assigned courses, he constantly needed to remind himself that they were his students and not his friends. Among his own fellow grad students, he had a few colleagues but none that he would call close.

However, he did not stay away from the window for too long. The thought of Julie, another brown bear like himself, sharing a drink on the dog's bed, unfortunately not like himself, was enough cause him to lose focus his work and find his interest once again trained on his quest for "the D." Maybe Julie would be getting a peek at it that night and he wasn't going to miss his chance as well. When he returned to the window no more than an hour later, he did catch them making out for a good bit. However, Julie was apparently a good girl and wouldn't be putting out so easily.

Bjorn was a bit gladdened to see her go before things got to hot and heavy. He couldn't help but smirk at the uncomfortable bulge in the dog's jeans as he got up to lead her to the front door. He was feeling a familiar tightness in his own sweatpants at the sight. Although, he had quite a bit of grading to do that night, he kept his eyes on the shepherd just in case the poor dog decided to take things into his own hands that night. The shepherd returned a few minutes later looking a bit sullen and the bear watched him finish off the last two bottles while the dog sat behind his laptop perched at his desk in front of the window.

He couldn't help but hope that the shepherd was browsing some porn websites and would finally show off his sheath that night... and maybe more. The bear watched for another half-hour. Just as he was about to give up his surveillance, the dog stood up abruptly and unbuckled his belt. He tossed the belt into the corner and started to unbutton his jeans. Bjorn's own hunk of bear meat, which up until then had remained a pudgy bulge in his sweats, was instantly hard and he had a paw down the front of his sweatpants just as quickly. "Tonight's the night," he muttered. "Come on, puppy. Show me that D." The shepherd bent over to pull his jeans off and Bjorn was practically drooling at the flash of bright red boxer-briefs.

However, when the shepherd stood up straight again, giving a few kick to disentangle his pants from his ankles, Bjorn was disgruntled to find that the laptop screen was blocking his view of the red-cotton-swaddled dick he was lusting over. He was definitely drooling now and not just from his corner of his mouth. He was thankfully getting an eyeful of the meaty dog torso and a good look at those flat abs before they disappeared beneath the elastic of his underwear. The jocky dog bent and tapped a few keys on his keyboard and deftly turned his back on the window and strode towards the far wall and awaiting door.

Bjorn didn't even catch a glimpse of doggy's boner. However, he did get an eyeful of some hot doggy ass, covered in that thin layer of red cotton, just before the shepherd flicked the light switch and plunging the room into darkness. The bear continued to peek out his window, his paw continuing to stroke his bear cock, in hopes of spotting the shep jerking his own doggy meat, but there would be no D spotted that night. The moonlight was not bright enough for that. He did have a celebratory wank and shot a wad of sticky bear come in his sweatpants as he remembered that ass though.

Will Bjorn finally get to catch an eyeful of that D? More to come in Part 2.