This story involves an erotic encounter between two consenting males, so if you're too young to be reading such material or you think this kind of stuff isn't your thing, then be on your way.
Here's another story in my Brothers & Lovers series, but it takes place a few years after the brothers all explored their sexuality together. It's a little different than my usual stories in that it doesn't have any actual sex per se, but I hope you find it erotic. Let me know what you think. (mxknight@aol.com)
Enjoy!
Brothers & Lovers 8 Years Later...
"Through the Window"
by Mitchell Knight
My fingers paused in midstroke on the keyboard as I contemplated how I would phrase the rest of the sentence. I had a clear idea of what exactly I wanted to say in this marketing plan but, like always, putting it down into words for everyone else to understand was the big challenge.
As they always did in these situations, my eyes strayed out the window of my office. Picking out the usual site, a large expanse of gray stone studded with windows which formed the office building next door, I was about to return to my work when something new caught my eye. In the window across from mine there was a fully furnished office with a man sitting at his desk talking on the phone.
That office had been empty ever since I'd come to work for Sendco, about six months ago, so it was with a great deal of interest that I focused my gaze on my new neighbor. He was dressed in a charcoal business suit with a pinstriped shirt and a red tie. Since he was turned toward his window while talking, I could make out his lean, squared face and his closely cropped black hair.
This figure captured my imagination, and I wondered what his name was, what he did for a living, and where he bought his ties. He looked like a Derek. I'm not sure why that name popped to mind, but sometimes you just meet people who you assign names to just because they fit that person. After settling on his name, I started trying to figure out what his occupation was. Suddenly his eyes caught mine. Green wise eyes danced with amusement as a smile touched his face. It plucked dimples out from under his hard cheekbones, and I felt a blush come to my face. I smiled back quickly and then turned away to return to my desk.
I wondered what he thought about my staring at him. I was hoping he didn't think I was some sort of peeping Tom. It had been completely unintentional. I'd just kind of spaced out for a little. Yeah, that's what it'd been.
Plunging back into my work, I forgot all about the window encounter for the rest of the day. It wasn't until I got into my car and started the drive home did his face swim back up in my mind's eye. The second question returned with it, and for some strange reason I listed and rejected several different occupations before settling on investment broker. That decided, I entered my house and sat down to a delicious meal prepared by my beautiful wife.
"Seth, is it okay if I leave?" Judi asked me, peeking her head in the door.
"Yeah, go ahead. I'm almost done in here too. I won't need you for anything else," I answered.
"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye."
After she left, I continued looking through the corporate report just dumped on my office a half hour ago. I wanted to get a head start on the reading before the meeting tomorrow morning. Reaching for my coffee as I turned the page, I noticed that it was gone. Hoping Judi hadn't emptied the last of it before leaving, I went into the outer office.
Unfortunately I found it had indeed been cleaned up. I was just about to return to my office when I heard the fax machine beep. Going over to it, I watched as a piece of clean white paper slowly dripped out of the machine.
Taking the paper in hand, I read the handwritten message printed in capital letters.
-Join me for this beautiful view.-
My heart began to pound a little faster as I realized that this could have only come from my mystery man across the way. He'd found out where I worked and gotten my fax number. Why had he gone to all that trouble? I copied down the sender number and then returned to my office.
I noticed that his light was on, so I went to the window and looked across. He was busy typing away at his laptop but shortly turned and smiled. He was only wearing a white shirt with dark pants. He lifted his hands and gestured out expansively at the city beyond our windows.
My eyes turned to this, and I drank in the sight of the millions of lights sparkling in dark landscape. When I looked back into his window, I saw he'd turned and was writing something on a piece of paper. Then he went to his fax machine.
Sure enough, within a few seconds I heard the beep in the other room, and I went to pick up the next fax.
-Do you like watching me?-
Not quite sure how to respond to this, I just went back into my office and looked at him again. He raised his eyebrows to prompt me. I shrugged. How could I explain to him that I just had been lost in thought that day and wound up staring at him for no particular reason?
Yet, I had to admit to myself that there was more to it than that. Idle curiosity had struck my brain, and for some reason I was fascinated with this man, a complete stranger who'd moved into that empty office across the way. Why wouldn't my mind let go of him? What more did I want from this guy?
When he went to his fax machine again, I immediately left to wait.
-I like watching you.-
Those words bore straight through to my heart, speeding it up even faster. Clenching the note in my fist, I dropped it in the wastebasket in my rush to leave.
It took me a week before I felt I could face him again. I didn't know what to make of those words: I like watching you. What did that mean? Was he some freak who liked to spy on people? Did he try and find out everything about them for...for what? Why would he do that? Curiosity? Was he just some psycho who didn't need a reason?
The fact that he went to the trouble to find out where I worked and my number added more credence to my wild theory, but my curiosity about this man grew. Now I had even more information on him, and I just couldn't get enough. This odd fascination continued to grow until finally I knew I just had to talk to him.
Since he didn't try to contact me during the week, I felt even better that his motives weren't sinister. I'd almost convinced myself that his interest in me was just as innocent as mine was in him by the time I stayed late the next time. (If you can call my interest innocent.)
I brought the fax machine into the office with me after Judi left and closed the door. Then I opened the curtains and looked across. There sat my mysterious stranger with his tie hanging loose around his neck and talking on the phone. I stood there until he finished with his call. Somehow I knew he could sense my eyes on him, and it didn't take long before he looked over. That mischievious smile slid onto his face, and he nodded his head in greeting. I smiled back, surprising myself with the genuineness of it. It was like I was greeting an old friend. I wrote out my message and sent it through the fax machine.
-I like watching you too. I'm Seth. Who are you?-
I sat down in my chair while I waited for him to read it. He looked up and smiled at me before he started writing his reply.
-I'm Kent. I'd like to see more of you.-
Just when I thought I'd gotten the upper hand in this mystery game, he raised the stakes. What did he mean by "see more of you?" Didn't he want to know more about me? Wasn't that what this was all about? Or had I completely misjudged the dynamics of this situation?
-What do you do?- wound up being my lame reply. I hoped to gain control over the situation again by putting him on the offensive even though I was more curious to see what he had in mind.
-Take off your shirt.-
I crumpled this up and threw it away. What was he doing? I stared out the window and saw him standing there with his arms crossed as if challenging me. He wasn't going to budge. He was the one who knew all the rules, and if I didn't play by them, then I wouldn't find out anything.
My fingers slowly worked their way down the buttons, trembling only slightly--in nervousness? no, excitement--and soon I was shedding the clean white cotton to reveal the smooth flesh of my lean torso. I smiled back at him as I tossed the shirt aside and proudly presented my chest. Now I understood that this was the same game, just more efficient. He could tell that I took care of myself but wasn't too obsessed with my body to the point of having bulging muscles. Now I wanted to find out about him.
-Take off yours.-
Kent nodded and efficiently made short work of his own pinstriped business attire. In the center of his chest, between well-defined pectorals, nestled a curly patch of black hair. He either worked out or else came from a family with very nice genes.
-What kind of underwear do you have on?-
I laughed out loud as I read this one, and felt a slight tug on my cock as an idea came to mind.
Turning my back on him, I casually unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid the zipper down while my heart started to beat faster. I let the pants fall to my ankles giving him a good view of my backside closely cupped by a pair of white Jockey shorts. Then I stepped out of my pants and turned around, giving him an exaggerated shrug and a smile.
He gave an appreciative nod, and I started writing on a fresh piece of paper. As I started in with what had become my typical response--matching his ideas--I decided to go a little farther. This time I would up the ante.
-Take it all off.-
I started laughing again as I sent this one through. The idea of two business executives stripping twenty stories above the ground suddenly became very amusing to me. But it was also intriguing and exciting. I didn't have to feel my heart beat any faster to know I was thoroughly enjoying this. I figured that it would end soon though; I was certain my request was going a little too far.
Just as I thought, he didn't undress but instead started writing a response. Although I was surprised by his answer.
-106.9-
I went over to my boombox and tuned in this station. There was a slow modern dance tune playing. I turned it up a little and then walked back to my desk. Kent was grinding his hips in time with the beat and stripping off his pants. Once these were gone, I held my breath unconsciously as he hooked his fingers in the sides of his bikini undershorts. In a heartbeat (and mine was beating pretty damn fast by then) his thick cock was waving free.
He was semi hard and much thicker than any others I'd ever seen. His heavy balls hung below with curly black hair coating them. A thick mat of hair grew at the base of his pubic area. My own cock snapped to attention within seconds of seeing this man's impressive equipment.
Then he turned and went to write something. I got a good view of his smooth ass cheeks just above his powerful long legs. It took me a little longer than usual to go to my machine and pick up the fax. I couldn't get enough of the sight of this beautiful naked man. He'd completely revealed himself to me, and in so doing the game had ended, but it had also changed completely.
-Touch yourself.-
Could he see my erection through my underwear? I didn't know, but I was happy to oblige his request. My cock had been aching for my touch as soon as he'd yanked off his underwear. I slid my hand slowly down my chest and slipped it inside my undershorts. My cock sprang into my hand, and I slowly started running my fingers up and down its hot length. Kent just sat in his chair, legs spread, and watched me intently. I returned his concentrated gaze, allowing my eyes free reign all over his strong sexy body. My hips started driving forward, forcing my cock harder against my hand.
With a tremendous force of will, I broke away from this pleasure to write another note.
-Stroke yourself.-
Kent grabbed his hard cock as he went to sit down at his desk. He slowly ran his fist up and down his thick erection. He dipped a finger in his mouth and then ran it all around the head of his cock.
I just had to be naked with him. I quickly stripped off my underwear and matched him stroke for stroke as I felt my heart race even faster. When he got up to write another message, I paused in my stroking despite my cock's complaints. I couldn't wait to find out what he had in store for us next.
-I want to see you come.-
Of course. That was the only way this could end, and it was how I wanted it to end. I wanted to come for him. That last private act that opened a human being up so completely to another. Yes, I would have an orgasm, and so would he.
-Let's come together.-
I grabbed the hand lotion from the bottom drawer of my desk and sat down with it. After pouring a large glob out onto my hand, I encased my cock in my slippery fist and started my slow pleasurable journey towards release. Sweat started gathering on my skin as my arousal fed my body temperature. The sight of Kent jacking off just across from me helped raise that temperature even more.
The image of his fist pounding on his thick cock drove me to stroke faster and faster. Soon my hips were rising off the chair as I strived to get more and more ecstasy from this act. My other hand roved quickly all over my body, pinching my nipples, stroking my abs, playing with my pubic hair, and caressing my balls.
I was wild as I masturbated that night for Kent. I could see he enjoyed it just as much as I. Soon he was coming, and I saw his face contort as the orgasm enveloped him. The white jets of semen that spurt from his cock sent a shiver through my body, and my balls constricted at that moment. I gave in completely to this mind blowing orgasm and barely felt the hot splashes of my cum splatter all over my chest.
Looking over at Kent after I recovered, I saw him dipping a finger into a puddle of cum on his chest and bring it to his mouth to lick it clean. Coming down from my high, I felt a sudden shame at what I'd done. I couldn't enjoy the sight of him eating his own come. With the memory of my orgasm fading, I quickly got up and started dressing.
While I enjoyed the sex I had that night with my wife, the last thought I had before falling asleep that night was of Kent as he came on himself.
Copyright 1997 Mitchell Knight The End