I live in a studio apartment which has, at one end of the living room, a floor to ceiling window stretching from wall to wall, with a sliding glass door in the middle. At either end are floor length curtains. It looks out to the building next door, about 20 feet away, directly to the apartment opposite, all part of the same big complex. To the left, there's open space, to the right, a big leafy tree, so I can only see the one apartment, and it's the only one that has a view into mine. Twenty feet is not far, less than two car lengths. There used to be some old bag living there, but it's only today that I notice the new arrival.
This morning, I wake up with my usual hard on. I lie there with the sheet thrown back, looking at my dick poking out of the fly of my boxers. I give it a few strokes, but don't really feel inspired to jerk off. I get out of bed and go into the bathroom for a much needed piss, and brush my teeth. Then I go over to the big window and draw the curtains back. Fortunately, my boner is back inside my underpants, because looking out of the window of the apartment opposite is a guy. His window is exactly like mine and he has his curtains partially opened and is standing in the gap, wearing slacks and a T shirt. I can see he's looking at me. I casually turn away, embarrassed by my stiffy, but secretly thrilled. I pretend that I don't notice him. There I am in my undies, with an erection for all the world to see. O.K. maybe not all, but one good looking guy, in his twenties like me, blond, slender and as far as I can tell, smooth skinned.
I go to my desk and find a small hand mirror in the drawer. I sit down and set up the mirror so I can see him, knowing he`d have difficulty seeing the mirror, let alone seeing the image in it. He's still looking at me. Now I can spy on him. My desk is placed against a side wall, so he can see me in profile, leaning back on my little typist's swivel chair, my cock still tenting my boxers. I should point out that these boxers, in white combed cotton, have been modified by me so that the fly extends from the waist band down about six inches so that they gape open and my cock has a habit of accidentally falling out. I found them in my local 99c--Only-Store, a buck a pair, so I bought a dozen, size S. They have a nice short leg, and if I pull them up high enough, my dick show below the bottom of them.
I log on to the internet to check my email and every now and then I look into the mirror, and he's still looking at me. Then suddenly, he's gone. Disappointed, I get up and go over to my window and look for him. I can't see him, but I do notice that at the far left, between his curtain and the wall, there's something circular visible. I know immediately what it is: a telescope!
Holy shit, this guy's been scoping me out! I think about all the hours I've spent wandering around my apartment undressed, with the curtains opened. I'm sure the old bag never cared. In fact, the first thing I do whenever I get home is take my shoes and pants off. Sitting around in my underpants makes me feel sexy. I know I'm a hot looking guy. Now, I'm not at all pissed off, quite the contrary, it gives me a thrill to know I'm the object of a peeping Tom. I still have an erection in my boxers, so I stand there for a few seconds, gazing into space, and absentmindedly fondle my cock and balls. Then a step back to the bed, towards the rear of the room, turn to face my window again, and slowly peel down my underpants. My woody jumps out. I step out of the boxers, and reach up, stretching, my hips thrust out provocatively. I'm deliberately not looking out of the window. I want him to think I'm unaware of him. Then I go into the bathroom and do my usual stuff.
I take a crap, then step into the shower. My shower head is on a flexible hose and has a jet feature on it. I shoot a jet up my ass, which is much nicer and more hygienic than using toilet paper, and is better for the environment. It feels pretty good, especially as I follow it with a soapy finger, then two fingers. If I'm feeling horny, I stick three up there, but that's pushing it a bit. I like to pretend it's a dick going in there. Then I soap all over, especially my cock, rolling back my foreskin and giving it a vigorous rub. Then I shut off the shower and come back into my living room, toweling my hair. I step up close to the window, the towel concealing my face, so he can get a free look. My dick is now about half hard, but still a respectable size. I turn sideways on and dry my whole body, taking my time. I sit down at my desk and exit my email page, leaving my `wallpaper', which is a close up of a dick poking out of the fly of a pair of white briefs. I swivel the monitor about 45 degrees so that it's visible from across the way. If his telescope is powerful enough, this should get his attention, and indicate where my preferences lie.
Then I step over to my dresser, and open my underwear draw, pondering what to wear. I have a stack of Hanes white briefs, my cheapo boxers, some low rise briefs, some trunks, and yes, bingo! There's a pair of my ex-wife's panties at the bottom. I'd almost forgotten about these. I hold them up and turn them right side out, making sure that they're visible to my friend. But, I think, I'm getting ahead of myself. I want to string this thing out. I drop them back in the drawer and select a pair of Hanes classic briefs, step nearer to the window, and slowly pull them on. I can't see him but I know he's scoping me. Next I pull a white tank over my head, down till it's bunched at mid-chest. Then I pull the briefs down to mid-thigh, so I can pull the tank all the way down and pull my briefs back up over it. I know this looks erotic, as I've done it several times in front of the mirror.
In fact my mirror is a source of much sexual activity for me. I am turned on by the sight of my own body, especially in underpants, fantasizing about exhibiting myself. I've been doing this since I was about 10 years old. I do strip teases for myself and jerk off in front of it. It's one of those oval full length mirrors that pivots in a stand, and it's beside my bed. I decide to put it to use and move it next to the window, off to one side, so that as I look at myself, my neighbor will know I'm using a mirror. It will give me a reason to flaunt my body and my undies.
It's Saturday, no work today and it's time to go jogging, so I pull on my blue nylon running shorts, very scanty, which show the edge of my briefs if I bend down or sit with my legs open. Then you can see a whole lot of white cotton. Sometimes, in the park, I sit on a bench giving flashes to all the guys who go by. I get a lot of intense looks.
An hour later I'm back again, and I fix myself some breakfast in the kitchen. I pull the Venetian blind all the way up, and the bottom of the kitchen window is just about three feet above the floor, so he should be able to see most of me. I potter around for a while until I see him again at the window. I toss the remains of my breakfast into the sink and step into the living room. He disappears, presumably to look through his scope, and I let my shorts fall. No erection now, just a hot guy in his white briefs and tank, like the underwear ads, but better looking. I do my absent minded thing, fondling my basket and gazing around, anywhere but at him. Then I slide my briefs down, my dick starting to get hard, and pull my tank over my head. I should shower again, but maybe he likes the smell of sweat. I know a lot of guys do. I open my undies drawer and take out the panties. White translucent nylon, I haven't worn them in a while, but I know I look fucking hot in them. Facing the window I step into them, pull them up over my calves, over my knees, up to mid thigh, then turn to look at myself in the mirror, give my cock a few strokes, and pull them all the way up. They come right up to my waist, and fit exactly, not too tight, not baggy. You can see my dick through the nylon. I run my hand up and down over the front of the panties, bringing me to full erection. I love the smooth, silky feel of them. I get a little wet spot at the end of my dick. I wonder if I should keep the tank on. It looks a little masculine, so I pull it over my head and stand in front of the mirror. I think I look fabulous. I could jerk of right now and cum in half a minute. I put my hand inside the waistband and give my cock a few strokes, my legs apart, knees slightly bent. When another small spot of precum appears on the panties, I stop.
Then I sit down at my computer again and google `men in panties'. From the list I eventually find a site called "in2panties.com" which turns up pure gold. In the visitors' galleries are about fifty pages of pics of guys in panties, about six to a page. That's a lot of panties. They can be blown up to full screen size in high definition, so much so that you can see individual threads in the material. Some of the older, hairy and fat guys are pretty grotesque, but most are hot, some of them good jerk-off material. I save a dozen or so pics to a thumb drive that I keep all my good stuff on. If my friend's scope is good enough, he should be picking up on all of this.
Looking at these pics makes me realize that my one pair of panties is not going to do the job. He and I will both tire of them, so I log on to eBay. They actually have a section devoted to panties for men, more than a dozen pages. I scroll down them, looking for sexy stuff, and there really are some mouth watering panties available, lots of lacey, frilly stuff, but what especially gets my pulse racing is a pair of briefs, just like my Hanes, but in white satin. My God, they must feel great. But the price is prohibitive and there's no guarantee that they'll fit. If the fit is not exactly right, they don't look good.
I guess I'll have to go shopping.
Standing at my window, as I change into attire appropriate for outdoors, I'm thinking I ought to leave a signal to my friend to let him know whether I'm in or out, so when I'm fully dressed, I close the curtains.
I swing by Target, with doesn't yield much, except for a three-pack of Hanes-for-Her, size six, which is the size of my wife's panties, so I know they're going to fit. At a ladies clothing store, I browse a rack of assorted panties, but nothing takes my fancy. I'll have to hit the Mall.
A quick run through Sears, J.C. Penny and a couple of other high-end department stores gets me what I need, though I've spent nearly a hundred dollars. On my way home, I swing by a pawnbrokers and look at some binoculars, eight power and ten power. These would give me the magnification I Want. Anything more and I'd be too close up. Finally I find exactly what I'm looking for: a telescope which it little more than a child's toy, no good for stargazing but perfect for this peeping Tom. Twenty five bucks and it's mine.
Back home, instead of dropping my pants as I usually do, I open the curtains , but I don't see him. I unpack my treasures, laying them reverently in my undies drawer and set up the scope on its tripod exactly the way he's done, right by the edge of the window, concealed by the curtain. He'll guess what it is, but that's O.K., as long as we can keep pretending we are unaware of each other.
Then I spot him at his window. He's taken off his T shirt and has on a white tank and his slacks. I wait until he sees me, then I disappear behind my curtain and put my eye to the scope. He fills the picture beautifully. I have to pan from side to side a little to keep him in the frame, but it seems like I'm about three feet away. I can tell he's deliberately not looking over at my place as he unfastens the top of his slacks and lowers his zipper, opening the top of his pants to a V, exposing white underpants. Terrific, I love white. Colored boxers would be a let down. Then, it's as though he's following my example, slowly sliding his pants down to reveal his briefs. My cock is pulsing, hard inside my pants. I want to take them off, but if I'm going to strip, I want him to see me, and we can't both do it at the same time without giving the game away. He sits down on a chair and untangles his pants from his feet and tosses them aside. His legs are wide apart and he looks fabulous in his white undies. This is going to be a jerk-off image for me. Then he stands up and puts his hand down the front of his briefs, and gazes off into space as he gropes himself. Then he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and ever so slowly starts to pull them down. This is the moment I've been imagining all morning. I hold my breath as his cock comes into view, quite sizeable, uncut and nearly erect. He leaves his briefs at mid thigh while he scratches his head, then his butt, then turns sideways to show how stiff it is. He takes hold of it and rolls his foreskin back exposing the glistening head. It looks very wet, as I know mine is. He turns to face the window again, gives his cock a few strokes, then puts his knees together, which caused his underpants to fall to his ankles. He steps out of them and turns sideways again. It looks as though he's looking at a mirror, but I can't see it. With a hairless body like his, he has to be. I know that he knows he's hot. Then he peels off his tank, turns his back to me and bends down to pick up his underpants. I can see his anus. It makes me remember how long it has been since I've been fucked and my ass is hungry for dick. Then he straighten up and disappears behind his curtain.
Time for action. I notice that the sun's shining in my window, and I wonder if that's going to affect visibility from his angle, so I slide my glass door open. Outside, there's a small balcony, just room for a couple of chairs and some house plants. I drop my pants in a casual but provocative way to show off my boxers, the naughty ones with the big fly. As I lift my right leg out of my lowered pants, the tip of my dick shows below the left leg of my boxers, and as I lift my left leg, my whole cock and balls are exposed. All this looks quite accidental. As I stand up, the left leg of my boxers is still hung up on my dick, which is starting to get hard. I ignore it. I take off my shirt and tank and think about what to tempt him with. I'm feeling very slutty, thrilled to be secretly watched. I walk over to my dresser and select a pair of full cut white panties that are totally see-through. It's almost as if they're not there. Going back to the window, I lower my boxers and step out of them. Then I step into the panties and pull them up over my stiff dick. Looking at myself in the mirror, I get really excited. My lovely cock, entirely visible, lying vertically in the panties, just waiting to be caressed and sucked, is already producing a wet patch on the sheer material. I slide my hand inside and start to jerk off. I look out of the window and see his telescope is twitching. He's probably wanking himself silly. I continue on for a few minutes until I feel myself cumming. I step right in to the open door as my cum shoots out of my dick, through the light material and drips down the front. I've cum in my panties, with a guy watching. For a few seconds, I'm in heaven, exposing myself and my fetish to someone else, and then, as always, my horniness dries up, and my post jerk-off deflation sets in. Some guys might experience an afterglow, but I don't. It's a pity, because I'd love to taste a full load of my own cum, but then as soon as I cum - forget it! I close the door, draw the curtains, fix myself some lunch and take a nap.
An hour later, I wake up, horny again. I still have on the panties, crusted with drying cum. I get up and go into the kitchen and fix myself a beer. Looking across the way, I can see he's in his kitchen too, wearing a robe. I step back into my living room and open the curtains. He disappears, doubtless behind his scope. In front of my mirror, I peel off the cum stained panties and bury my face in them. Now that I'm horny again, I love the smell of my cum. I take hold of my half hard dick and run my finger under my foreskin around the head of my dick. This collects the cum that I deliberately didn't wipe off before I took a nap. I sniff my finger then suck it. I love the taste, not all bitter, just nice and creamy. This should get him going. I should take a shower, but fuck it, I'll have one later. From my panty drawer, as I now think of it, I select a pair of satin tap pants. These are a little like my boxers, loose with a short leg, with lace around the edge. The color is a bright turquoise. They come with a matching cami, a waist length top with shoulder straps and lace at the top to match that at the legs. In front of the mirror, I first put on the cami then look at myself, turning back and forth to show myself off, stroking my dick and fingering the crack of my ass. Then, with my back to the window, I bend down to pull the panties on. I hope my neighbor is looking right at my asshole and thinking about sticking his dick up it. I pull the panties up and look at myself. I'm so fucking sexy, better than any of those pics on the internet. I parade around for a while, giving him a good look, pulling my cock out of the leg of my panties and playing with it, fingering the precum off the end and tasting it. Then, in front of the mirror, I drop the panties to my knees, bend down and insert my middle finger up my ass. He's gotta love this. I pump it in and out vigorously and it really feels good. I wish it were a dick. I pump my cock at the same time for a couple of minutes, then straighten up again and pull my panties up. I swan around for a few more minutes, then disappear behind my curtain, my eye to my scope.
Sure enough, on cue, he appear, wearing just his white briefs, sporting a huge hard-on. He puts on a fine display, stroking his cock through the cotton, pulling his underpants down tantalizingly slowly, showing off his big cock, then with three fingers, jerking himself off, his hips thrust forward. He's obviously enjoying being watched just as much as I do. He has an inviting smile on his face, as though to say, "Look at me, I'm so fucking sexy." And he is. My cock is pulsing inside my panties, but I'm not going to jerk off just now. It's his turn. He steps up close to his sliding glass door, pumping away now with his full fist, his face beginning to contort with pure lust, and then it happens: A big squirt of cum hits the glass, then another and another, then even more cum dribbles down his dick and over his hand. The cum on the window begins to slide down, leaving long streaks. He licks his fingers and smiles at me.
God! That was fantastic. The game is now set. We both know the other is watching, but we both pretend not to. It's O.K. to be seen to be careless, but not O.K. to be lascivious. I wonder how long we can keep this up?
Now that he's cum, I assume, like me, he's temporarily out of action, so I close my curtains. I'm feeling so horny I want to have a wank, but I think I'll save myself for some action later.
Its evening and I've just finished dinner. It's getting dark, and it occurs to me that he's going to want to be able see inside my apartment, so I've got to do something about the lighting. From my closet, I produce a couple of spot lights with plug in cords, and set them up so that one lights the area just inside my glass door, and one lights the bed. Together with my reading lamp, the bed is well illuminated. It's a warm evening and I'm wearing my naughty boxers and nothing else.
I open my curtains and I don't see him, so I log on to the internet and surf some gay sites, and finish up looking at tranny videos. Some of these are quite long, thirty or forty minutes, and some of the `girls' have very sexy undies, but the quality is usually very poor, lousy definition and jerky, but I like the ones where the supposedly straight guy is overcome by his passion and sucks off the girl and gets fucked up the ass. After a while, I'm getting bored, and I want to be showing myself off again. I've been checking my mirror, but it's dark over there. Finally, his light comes on, and he's there, fully dressed. I put a towel round my neck and stand in the window and take my boxers off. He just stands there, groping himself. I go and take a shower, come out naked and select a pair of red nylon briefs with black lace down the sides and round the leg. I look at myself in the mirror, then change my mind, and select a pair of white lycra briefs with a plain panel in front and lacey areas at the side. The waist and legs are that scalloped elastic that you find on regular woman's' panties. They are a little too snug, but they look good, showing of my big bulge perfectly. My friend has gone behind his curtain for a close-up. I'm now going to do something special for my watcher. Standing in front of my mirror, I lower my panties to just below my balls, high on the thigh. Then I start to jerk off, legs apart, pushing my hips out. I make it last as long as I can, four or five minutes, but when I feel like I'm going to cum, I slow down to about one stroke every two seconds. This has to be judged to perfection, because if I cum for real, then it's all over for an hour or so. But as my orgasm gets closer, I stroke slower and slower until I judge I'm about one stroke way from cumming. Then I slowly pull my foreskin back and squeeze my ass. This produces a nice big blob of what looks like cum, but is probably just precum. I let it fall into my other palm. Then, with my thumb, I manage to squeeze out another small drop, to add to the first. Then I look at it for a couple of seconds and slowly raise it to my mouth, so he can anticipate what I'm going to do. I lick it off my hand and smile appreciatively. The beauty of all this is that I'm still horny. I can't keep on doing it repeatedly. I have to wait at least an hour before I can do it again, but meanwhile I can keep on enjoying whatever is it I'm doing, watching or being watched. It took a lot of practice to get it right and a lot of times I've inadvertently cum, but not today. It was about half a teaspoon of stuff, and I pretend that it's his cum I'm tasting. My dick stays stiff, and as I cool down, I start stroking it again for a minute or so. I look across the way, and he's taken off his shirt. I was so preoccupied with my cum licking exercise I'd failed to notice. I get behind my scope and watch him drop his pants. He spends a few minutes in his briefs and tank, while I wonder about how I can get some close up pics of him, then he takes off his underpants. I like the way he always does this slowly, prolonging the suspense until his beautiful dick comes into view. I'm wondering if he's done this before. Then he takes off his tank, pulls up a chair, sits down and starts to pull on a pair of white stockings. He does this slowly and provocatively, smoothing them up his hairless legs until they're high on his thighs. Then he stands up and put on a garter belt, fastening the garters to the stockings. His dick is rigid as he straightens up and stares straight at me. I nearly cum in my panties, he looks so hot. He pumps his cock then picks up his white briefs and holds them just below the end of his cock. Soon he cums, shooting a big load into the underpants, then he milks the last of the cum from his dick, then amazingly, he takes the briefs and rubs them all over his face. Oh, how I wish it were my face! Fucking fantastic! I love this guy! He's as big a slut as I am. I come out from hiding and give him a big smile before I close my curtains. Goodnight, sweet prince.
I decide these lycra briefs are a little to snug to sleep in so I select a pair of plain, pink nylon panties which are a little loose, but nice for sleeping in, plenty of room to jerk off in, and stretchy enough at the leg to pull my dick out and wank that way, so I can cum in my panties, or cum all over them, take your pick. I lie there in the dark, thinking about my friend, knowing he's enjoying all this exhibitionism just as much as I, remembering his cock shooting cum on to the glass, and how he looked in just his white tank, his big dick swinging about. I decide to jerk off in my panties, and stroke away until I cum. It only the second time today, so it's quite a respectable load. The front of my panties are soaked, and I rub the cum all over my stomach. It'll soon be dry. I'm thinking about guys who wear panties. I bet every male over the age of puberty has tried on panties at some time, be they his mom's, his sister's or his out-of-town wife's, but there are very few who`ll admit it. I mean everyone, from the Pope to Jerry Falwell. If you're reading this, Jerry, fuck you! Sue me, you fucking homophone! But where's the fun if there's no one watching?
I wake up at about six o'clock. It's just getting light. I get up and open my curtains about half way. No sign of my friend so I go back to bed and put my sleep mask on to keep the light out. I wake up again at eight. I look out from under the sleep mask and see he's at his window, looking my way. I flip the sheet back exposing my hard-on. I pull my cock out of the leg of my crusty panties and start my morning jerk off. I can see him through the gap where the sleep mask doesn't quite reach my nose, but he probably thinks I can't see him. I stop wanking before I cum, and get out of bed. He disappears from view, no doubt to look through his scope. I walk over to the window, slide open the door, then go into the bathroom for my morning shower. Today, I try to stick the bar of soap up my ass, but it's the wrong shape. I really do need to get fucked soon. From my medicine cabinet, I produce my dildoe, shaped like a circumcised dick, exactly the same diameter as my own, four and a half inches. I come out into the living room naked and spread a small towel on my typist chair. Then I lube up the dildo and sit on it. I have to do this slowly, because it's a bit of a stretch, but eventual it slides in, just a momentary twinge, then that lovely satisfying feeling of having my ass filled up. I bob up and down on it, jerking on my hard cock and checking my little mirror to see if he's watching. His scope is wobbling a bit. Yes, he's there, watching me fuck myself. Oh how I want this to be your dick, I think, fuck me, fuck me. Before I cum, I stumble into the bathroom, remove the dildo, rinse it off and do a hose job on my ass, which feels great, but still longs for a dick.
Back in the living room, I pull on my naughty white boxers, allowing my half hard dick to accidentally fall out of the fly, and step over to the glass door and slide it open. Before I step out on to the balcony, I tuck my dick back in. I don't want to get arrested. Not only can he see me, but I can be seen from the street to my left, cars and pedestrians going past. No one ever seems to look up at me, a handsome young dude in his underpants. I hang about out there, watering my plants, hoping for an audience, but apart from my neighbor, no luck. I go back inside.
Looking though my scope, I watch him step out on to his balcony. He's naked, except for a pair of plain white cotton schoolgirl panties. I can tell that they're panties from the cut, and the edge has that decorative elastic. He's a little too old to trigger my little boy fantasies but he still arouses me. He stands there, shaving with a electric razor, turning this way and that so I can get a good look. I come out from behind my curtain, peel down my boxers and put on a pair of the Hanes-for-Her white cotton undies, which pretty much match his, and a white tank. I step out on to the balcony, sit down on a chair and open a magazine. Pretending to read, I'm looking across at him and we're both pretending nothing's happening but it's beginning to be a bit obvious. We won't be able to keep the pretense up much longer. I'm absolutely longing to cum, so I step back into the room, slide the door shut and stand behind it, with my panties down at mid thigh. I stand with my hand on my hips, blatantly showing my rock hard cock, staring right at him. He stares back. We're now out in the open, so to speak, two horny guys showing themselves off to each other. He puts his hand inside his panties and starts to wank himself.
I begin to jerk off, my whole body shuddering to the waves of lush that crash over me. My knees feel weak and I'm grunting and gasping for breath. Finally I feel the cum shooting down my dick, and it splashes on to the window, three, four big squirts, then a long dribble over my hand. Fuck it, I think let's taste it. I lick it off my hand and enjoy the creamy taste.
Then, just as I start to let down, I take my finger, dip it in the cum on the window, and write my phone number backwards so he can read it. Then I drop my panties and put my boxers back on.
A minute later my phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hi, neighbor."
I look over and there he is, holding his cell phone.
"Wanna come over?" I ask.
"You're not gonna like this, but no."
"No? Come on we were having such fun. Why not come over and finish what we've started?"
"That's just the problem. It would finish it."
"How do you mean?"
"I'm one of those guys who lives for brief encounters and conquests. For me it's about the initial seduction, not the on-going relationship. I'd love to come over, suck your cock and let you fuck me, and it would be great the first time, and maybe the second, but then we'd grow tired of each other. If you're like me, it wouldn't last a week. I don't want this to end. I love how you look in your panties and underpants, and how you obviously enjoy showing yourself off and I've been wanking myself stupid over you. I wanna keep it this way, you and me, tantalizing each other, but never consummating it. Forgive me, but I have to go and finish jerking off to that last little act you put on. Let's keep this thing going.
I don't know your name and I'm gonna forget your phone number, but I love you, I love your body and you'll be my favorite jerk off for ever. I took some pics of you with a zoom lens. I hope you don't mind."
"No, I'm glad. I'll have to do the same. I really wish you could come over her and fuck me up the ass with that beautiful suckable dick. But I guess it's never to be."
"Goodbye, Mr. Pantyman. I love you."
"Goodbye."
I close my curtains. He's right, of course. The show must go on.
There's no business like show business.
The End
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