This story is an altered version of a story I wrote in 2015. I stopped writing for NIFTY under the name of DICK PETERS about that time and am returning under my new nom de plume Andy Parker. Thanks to NIFTY for retaining my previous writings which can still be seen under my old ID.
'Andy' will be providing new stories, modifications to old stories ('Phallustine Boys Acadamy' for instance) and additions to my 'Cock Tales' series. Some of those writings push the envelope more that this one in case your interested. But don't look for violence or abuse. Go elsewhere for that if you must. (I hope not) Enough said.
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I saw you across the air well in your apartment the first night you moved in. I was returning home late from work, turned on the light and there you were lying partially on your side on the couch, naked with your penis lounging to the side. I was so shocked at the display that I didn't think to turn off my light and stared at you a little bit too long before hesitantly beginning to perform a few chores in the apartment. I turned off the light prior to going into the bathroom and took a long glance in your direction. You gave no sign of having paid attention to me, lying as you had when I first came in, though your penis, which in my somewhat too avid gaze, seemed to have gotten longer. After my shower, I decided to walk back to the living room naked, which I had not done before (being somewhat weirdly shy walking naked in my apartment, even with the curtains drawn).
Naturally, I peeked through the shades, and saw you still on the couch. I noticed a reflection in the darkened window next to yours. It was of my next door neighbor Annie. She appeared to be sitting near her window glancing over at you. I wondered, were you displaying for her, or for me perhaps, or were you oblivious of our attention? I was thinking about this when I impulsively turned on the light and stood before you naked, my penis stirring. But my super ego popped in to deflate the little bugger. That pesky monitor occupying one third of my Freudian psyche continued to stir feelings of guilt about homo erotic thoughts. I decided to cool it and closed the shades.
For a few days, there were no more sightings from across the way, no more nude displays, to my regret. You did smile and wave at me a few times when you noticed me looking (gulp). You spent little time in the apartment going in and out frequently, especially late at night. I imagined that you must have had a full social life, one I fantasized full of carnal pleasures.
Finally, one night while listening to Rach 3 on my CD in the dim light of my apartment, the light from your apartment flashed on. I saw you reflected in the mirror hanging next to my CD player across from the window. That made it possible for me to see into your apartment behind my back. You disappeared from the room then reappeared a few minutes later, stark naked. Oh My God! I wondered whether you could see into my dimly lit room where the dimness might have enabled you to see your image in the mirror. I decided to squelch my inhibitions and stared avidly into the mirror.
You stood in front your TV brushing your hair. I witnessed a stunning profile of male beauty. Your semi-erect penis was clearly visible. Even at the reflected distance, it was apparent that you possessed an irresistible sexual beauty that could appeal to anyone, male or female. As you stood there, brushing your hair while watching the TV, my hand reached down, unzipped my pants and pulled out my aroused penis. I pushed my pants down and began masturbating while looking intently at the mirror.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door and Annie's voice calling from outside. I couldn't ignore her. She could probably hear my CD playing and we were accustomed to visiting each other frequently. I pushed my somewhat wilting penis back in my pants, raced to turn up my lights and, flustered by the embarrassing state of my mind, went to the door.
'Hi Mike. Can we talk?' she asked, probably noticing a bit of flushed excitement on my face. 'Sure. Come in' I said. Although the lights were still on in your apartment, I was relieved to see that you were not there. And yet, strangely, I was a bit disappointed as well.
After seating ourselves on the couch, Annie looked at me somewhat intensely and smiled. 'What's up' I asked nervously. 'Well, how should I begin', she started somewhat portentously with a tinge of mockery. 'I have a problem'. She paused awaiting my response. "OK Annie. You're starting to make me nervous'. 'Poor, Mikey' she said using my childhood nick name. It turns me on a little bit when Annie addresses me as if I were a child. 'Annie, tell me what's going on'.
The peculiarity of the conversation was getting to me although I was used to her playing with me. She often turned our conversations in weird directions and it embarrassed me to have to ask what she was talking about. 'Tom'. 'Who?' 'Tom, our neighbor, silly boy. You know, from across the way'. Something began to stir in me, a tingle of arousal.
'Actually, I didn't know that was his name'. We had never met directly and I doubted that he would know my name either. 'Well, he knows yours now. I told him'. I was uncertain where this was going but Annie's behavior and provocative demeanor had me on edge. 'Why would you do that? Did he ask?'. Annie ignored my question.
'So anyway, we met in the lobby earlier today and introduced ourselves. He asked about you. He must have seen me at your place a few times, so he would know you and I were friends. He asked me a question that I wasn't sure I should answer'. I felt my face flushing. I waited for her to continue. 'Well, do you want to know?' she asked.
Did she want to know whether I was starting to get an erection, I asked myself. I nodded.
'OK. I told him that all cute single guys in this city are gay. So I think he got what he was hoping for'. I gritted my teeth. First, not all cute single guys in this city are gay, although, admittedly most of them are. Second, I am not gay although I do like looking at naked men and fantasizing. OK, I admit that this lacks a certain amount of credibility, but I am still a product of a Freudian personality which you might say is somewhat divided unto itself. I adore women, sexually and otherwise, and I have feelings about Annie which I am too shy to express. To be honest, she's way out of my league and I am severely afraid of being rejected.
Just then, a knock on the door. Annie jumped up before I could respond. 'I'll get it'. Something strange is going on here, I thought as the door opened and Annie welcomed Tom into the apartment. They hugged, and walked over to me. He reached for my hand. 'Hi Mike. Nice meeting you.'. You could call his smile and ease on this first meeting both appealing and unnerving. After all, we had seen each other naked and he no doubt knew I was interested. Annie's 'all single guys are gay' comment probably confirmed his expectations. Those thoughts flashed in my mind as we shook hands and the flushed state of my face must have closed the door on any doubts he may have had.
'Annie called me a few minutes ago and suggested I could come over so we could meet. I hope she wasn't misleading me'. He and Annie exchanged a conspiratorial look. I think he winked at her before turning to me and asking if we could sit down. Curiously, he was carrying a bag I recognized as being from a store which sold luxurious woman's lingerie. He set the bag on a chair next to the couch. I was somewhat stunned with the excitement of having him this close and radiating sexual energy. Why is this beautiful guy interested in me, I wondered. There was a swelling in my pants which pushed the tight cloth around my sex out even more as we sat down. When I glanced in that direction, the stiffened shape of my penis was plainly visible under the fabric. I felt as if both Annie and Tom were noticing the tumescent swell and not even trying to hide their interest and amusement. I sat in the middle.
Tom placed a hand gently on my shoulder. 'I may be presuming something here that I shouldn't Mike, so if I'm out of line, let me know, OK?'. I was too aroused to say anything. With the backs of his fingers, he gently stroked my cheek and then, with the other hand cupping my chin, he pulled my face within inches of his. He gazed into my eyes for a long time while I breathed a little too heavily for comfort. Finally, I took the initiative, my most brazen ever, and moved forward to kiss him. As our lips began to tentatively touch together, with tongues gently probing, I felt Annie's hand lightly stroking my hair. I could feel her soft breath on my cheek and hear her whisper, softly smiling at both of us, 'This is so beautiful, so beautiful', as our kiss deepened.
As my tongue began to explore more deeply into Toms mouth, Annie suddenly pulled us apart. She smiled and nodded at Tom as I sat befuddled and aroused. Tom jumped up from the couch without a glance back at me, picked up the bag he had placed on the chair and went into my bathroom. Annie looked at me teasingly. 'Don't worry, little man, he'll be back shortly'. She ran a finger around my lips, still moistened from Tom's kisses. The light fragrance of her perfume, I realized, had contributed to my sexual excitement.
'So' she asked 'is he a good kisser?'. 'I imagine you already know that' I replied. I figured that she and Tom had more than a talking relationship, although I wondered if a guy who kissed me with such delicious passion would also be interested equally in a woman, even one as lustrous as Annie. In Tom's absence, my homo erotic heat subsided just enough for me to notice how utterly sexy Annie was looking. She was wearing a tiny mini skirt which was riding high enough up her thighs to take my breath away. Her crossed legs glistened as she moved in and began pulling down my lower lip.
As her tongue began to tentatively enter my mouth, her finger traced up and down the swelling in my pants. My excitement became almost unbearable as she reached down and began unzipping my pants. I was embarrassed to suddenly remember that I wasn't wearing underpants. The lower portion of my penis began to appear. Annie had to laugh when she realized that I had shaved off all of my pubic hair. 'Now look at you', she teased, 'smooth as a baby boy'. As Annie pulled my zipper farther open, revealing every part of my erection except the head, another woman's voice whispered, 'Now isn't that something. I leave for ten minutes and you are already cheating on
me!.
I looked up confused, and saw a beautiful woman in a breast enhancing bra, gartered silken stockings and tiny lacy panties. I was so shocked that I quickly attempted to pull my pants over my swollen cock.
'Honey, you're not allowed to hide that beautiful toy' the woman purred as she sat down next to me. She and Annie proceeded to pull my penis out completely and it quivered upwards in full view. I suddenly realized with bewildering astonishment that the gorgeous woman was Tony.
'My god, Tony' I choked out'. 'Your beau..., uhh, You're..., I mean' I stuttered out helplessly. My name is 'Tania', 'she' said. 'Don't you remember me?' My composure was further undermined when I noticed that two pink balls were visible on either side of her panties. And the clear almost transparent image straining the lace of her panties was what I had been dreaming about for the last several weeks.
'Sometimes boys will be boys', Annie said smiling slyly, 'and sometimes boys will be girls. Lucky me. I get to play with both'.