Note for readers: This is an adult homosexual male erotic fiction story which describes fictional sexual and voyeuristic activity and involved subject of legal consenting age. Readers under the age of legal adulthood in their place of residence or who are not interested in homosexual erotic fiction or who live in locations where the reading of this material is not legal should stop reading here. Thank you.
Author's Note: This is the first story I've posted for a while, and one of the first for ages that's non-slash fiction. If you want to see my other stories at Nifty, they are Tales of Middle Earth' in the Celebrity Section', Footy Team Morale' in the Athletics section, and `Old Trafford', again in the celebrity section. Drop me a line if you like this story or any of my others, it might encourage me to write more!
It was a perfectly sunny day, very warm and humid, but with a nice breeze blowing in off the sea, nearby which I live in an apartment block on the sixth floor. All apartments on the west side of the block have balconies overlooking the bay, which is literally one road-width away from the beach. There was a skate-park just over the beach road from my block, and it was fun to look down at all the young guys, mostly shirtless at this time of year, showing off their talents to their girlfriends. I knew several of them lived in my apartment block, though I had never spoken to any of them, just bumped into them on the elevator a couple of times. Most of them were quite skinny and unattractive with a lot of spots and big ears, you know the type. But there were the odd few who were extremely handsome, and played starring roles in a lot of jack-off fantasies of mine.
Now that the general scene is set, I suppose I'd better get on with it, and relate to you an experience I will never forget.
Like I said, it was a sunny, hot day. I was out on my balcony, looking out over the sea, and occasionally down at the hoards of shitless guys skating around on the park, some on blades, some on boards, all shirt-free, mostly in baggy jeans or board-shorts, tantalisingly hiding their cute bubble butts and causing large, but probably exaggerated bulges in the front of their crotches.
Anyway I was looking down, when I heard the sound of a balcony door opening somewhere below me. It was on the balcony one below me diagonally down to my left. I saw one of those guys I had bumped into on the elevators; I never knew his name. He moved out onto the balcony, shirtless and in a pair of red shorts, moving to look over the railing down at his buddies below, or so I guessed. He could have been anything between 16 and 21, and he had a clear fresh face with a straight nose, full lips and quite large black eyebrows, kind of like a mix between Freddie Prinz Jr. and Mark Wahlberg, if you can picture that. He had black hair cropped at the back and side but wavy on top. He wasn't exactly muscular, but he was nicely defined with flat rounded pecs with tiny nipples and a nice flat stomach with just the hint of a 6-pack. He was completely hairless, but I could just make out some hair beneath his armpits, and maybe a little bit on his stomach, but other than that his tanned body was entirely smooth, apart from his legs. I could make out his nice, round backside through his shorts, and I could feel myself getting hard in my pants.
I've always been a bit of a voyeur, so I decided to keep a watch on this guy, and try not to draw attention to myself. God knows what he would do or say if he knew I was watching him.
As I began stroking myself through my jeans, I saw him pull up a sun- lounger and lay back on it and open the magazine he'd been carrying, and apparently just relax, reading. I couldn't quite make out what the magazine was, but I'm fairly sure it wasn't a porno. Just something casual to look through while he caught some rays. He was facing me, but since he had no reason to look up, he never saw me watching. From this angle I could make out his body much better, and I grew harder.
That pretty much set the scene for the next five minutes or so, him lying there reading his rag, and me watching him, stroking myself occasionally through my pants. I did at one point contemplate going to fetch a camera, but I decided against it, as that was a bit too pervy for me. I didn't even know how old this guy was. He could be 16 for all I knew, and I didn't like the idea of being caught with covert photos of a half naked teenager in my apartment. So I settled for watching, carving the image of his perfect young figure in my mind, so that it would serve me at night for the next few weeks to come. What I didn't know was just how much jerk-off material he was going to give me.
I was just about to give up watching him and go inside, when I saw him move. He put down the magazine on the floor, put his hands on his stomach and seemed to doze. I had been hoping for something more interesting, and the effect of his body and fresh features on me was wearing off, so I was all set to go back to my plan and go back inside before I got sunburn.
But once again, as I was about to turn away, I saw him move again. And this time it became much more interesting. He moved his arm so that his hand now rested on his crotch, and as though he was reading my wished that I was trying to telepathically beam to him, he began to fondle himself through his shorts. I once again thought of going for a camera, but I didn't want to move, in case I missed something.
Slowly as I watched, he took his hand off his crotch, and then to my delight his slowly slid it under the waistband of his shorts to fondle himself in direct contact. His eyes were still closed, his fresh face almost angelic, and he spread his legs slightly further apart, I guessed delightedly to get better access to his balls. I was now rock hard, my cock oozing precum into my boxers, and I imitated him by slowly sliding my hand inside my jeans to stroke myself.
His mouth opened slightly, parting his lips so that he could wet them with his tongue, and I heard him inhaling a bit more heavily as he moved his hand up and down in a stroking motion inside his shorts, a tube-shaped object now obvious through the red material. His other hand now moved to stroke his flat stomach, and then up to stroke his chest and pinch his nipples. His head went back further, and his mouth opened wider in a silent groan, displaying to me his row of straight white teeth, as his back arched up a bit, and his legs moved further apart, one foot now on the ground.
I would have been perfectly happy to watch him doing this for at least another half-hour, but he appeared to be slightly more impatient, as, all in one move, he lifted his buttocks off the lounger, and used both his hand to push his shorts down to his ankles, which he then kicked off onto the ground.
I simply stared in amazement at his beautiful naked body, his tan ending around his waist and then beginning again at the top of his thighs, around where the hair on his legs suddenly ended. His young cock was fully hard and lying against his belly, not very long or thick, about 6 or seven inches with an almost blunt head, and a nice pair of balls hanging below it, pulled up to his body slightly in his arousal.
My own balls were also tightening at this display, and I felt a need to free my own cock from its confines in my now uncomfortable jeans. It popped open the buttons on my jeans, and slid them down off my ass, and let my throbbing nine inch cock out through the fly in my boxers, the head belching out precum now it was free. I began to stroke very slowly, as I didn't want to cum before he did.
He had now placed his hand on his cock, and the other gripping his balls or sometimes stroking his thigh, as he rubbed his hand up and down his hard dick. I could now hear him panting, and low mmmmm...' sounds coming from his throat. Both his feet were now on the floor, spreading his legs even further so that I could now see a small hint off butt-crack. I was now burning up inside as I jerked myself. I was spying on this guy as he beat himself off, and the detached intimacy and the wrong-ness' of the whole situation was making me almost delirious with arousal.
I continued to watch as he stroked his meat faster, sometimes taking it in both hands and squeezing, or rubbing it between his hand as though he were stretching play-dough, and as he got closer, a saw his move his hand slightly further between his legs, unmistakably playing with his hole. His whole body was now moving sinuously, almost like he was skating again, his butt lifting off the lounger and then his back, his hips moving up and down in a fucking motion. His eyes were still closed, and he was biting his bottom lip as his legs spread further. I could sometimes hear him muttering dirty talk to himself between groans and grunts, though I couldn't make it out.
Then, after about ten minutes, his groans and grunts began to get louder, and his body was almost gyrating around on the lounger, squirming against something apparently invisible as he grew closer and closer. Finally, I heard him issue a long stream of expletatives under his breath something like `oh, fuck, yes... yes, do it to me, oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuckk...', and cum burst from the head of his cock like a fountain. I had never seen anyone blast that much cum in the first shot before, and it flew about three feet or more in the air and then landing on his chest, before the next shot burst forth. On the first shot he had lifted both his legs up off the floor and then were now spread as far as they would go and up over his body, and I could clearly make out two of his fingers, his middle and fore fingers, buried to the third knuckle in his ass. That set me off wondering if he'd ever taken anything larger up his ass, a cucumber perhaps, or a dildo, or maybe one of his skater buddy's skater cocks, forming the picture in my head oh about eight young guys queuing up to shove their dicks into this hottie's virgin ass.
With that image in my head, I fell to my knees and stroked a few more times before my own dick pumped out its load of jizz onto the patio, more than I had shot in a while.
After recovering from my orgasm, I got back to my feet, shaking my receding dick in my hands to get the left-over spunk out of it, and looked back down. My skateboarder stud was still laying there, his mouth open, and his tongue licking his own thick cum off his face, his hands rubbing the rest of his huge load into his skin. He lay like that for a couple more minutes, then exhaled a satisfied `whoooo...', stood up and walked back into his apartment stark naked, leaving his red shorts on the balcony. I waited a while to see if he would come out to get them, but he didn't, so I finally decided to go back inside and get myself some lunch.
Later, I was coming back up the stairs of the apartment block (the elevators were out of order), after going out to meet some friends, when a door near me opened, and out walked the guy from the balcony. I stopped in my tracks to let him pass, trying not to make it too obvious that I was checking him out. He was still shirtless, still in those red board-shorts, wearing a pair of white sneakers and carrying a skateboard under his arm with a psychedelic pattern spray-painted on it.
His eyes met mine for a fraction of a second (they were brown, as I hadn't been able to see before) as he turned to leave, and I was shocked when he flashed me a small, lop-sided smile, almost a smirk, before he turned and swaggered off down the hall leaving me standing there. As he reached the top of the stairs, he turned right around, looked at me, and reached down and gripped his crotch with a sullen look on his face, and then turned and was gone down the stairs.
It took me a while to realise that I was still standing there, and that my hard cock was bulging out of my jeans, so I pulled my t-shirt down a little to hide it, shot one last look at the stairs where the skateboarder had vanished, and then turned and walked up the stairs back to my own apartment.
I did see him again, if you want to know, but I'll save that for another time. If you ask nicely!
THE END
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