(Restoring my nakeddoors stories, thanks to the beautiful and
gracious Ms. BBGL, who hosted them on her website. A website that you
should all check out, HERE. While you’re there, join her great bi forum!)
He lived on an eyesight-beeline, directly across from my office’s daydreaming window.
I had not been into men ever really, though in recent times, I would
venture into the occasional quiet bi fantasy that would make me cum.
Mostly those fantasies were framed with a woman in a trio, but more and
more, certain bared-male photos I would see in my porn cruising could
cause me to whisper to a certain corner of my consciousness, “If I was there, and he was game, I would take that hot body for such a ride…”.
The first sighting of him was accidental, as I was dirty-daydreaming
on a long break, while gazing northward. Initially, I was annoyed at being taken out of a vision of a certain young woman I’d recently met submitting to my wicked charms. But there was a hypnotic, sensual
eloquence to the movement of his self-pleasuring going on in his bed,
that arrested my senses, then lit a fire in them.
The view from
my perch wasn’t exactly clear, but it felt like I was watching some
hot, erotic personal porn from the distance of a few rooms away. As
much as it surprised me, I soon discovered that watching him toy with
and get lost in his own sex stirred something deep and downright dirty
After a couple of days of unplanned and purposeful
voyeur-ings, I decided I should bring a pair of binoculars from home; a
pair that had been a gift that I’d nearly thrown out numerous times,
since all it ever did was gather dust.
I’d never watched
another man pleasure himself like that. His technique had a little bit
of an intense orgasm-denial play in it. He would bring himself to the
edge and then grab the sheets with both hands and let his pelvis rise
off the bed while his perfectly-proportioned cock pulsed and twitched
as it begged, and as best I could see, it would drip profusely.
At each rise I almost didn’t notice how hard that it made me to see that in live action, and not far from me. And when he came… holy hell, it was in wildly arcing streams, as his body arched with a ferocious
thrust, and shook from the tremors deep in his bones. That visual
alone made my cock jump up and beg.
His playtimes seemed to
match my break and lunch times. I wondered about his work and life,
and made little stories up in my head about him. I wondered if I might
see him bring a lover or two home sometime, and watch them go at it.
Maybe he’ll have a girl kneel by his open curtains while he rocks his
hard flesh into her willing throat and feeds her his huge load. Or
maybe I’ll witness this guy exploring another man, swallowing one
another in a slow motion in a hot man-to-man 69, until one had to
finally mount and fuck the daylights out of the other.
fantasies got to me more and more, until one day I found myself watching him masturbate while he was sitting near his window, and without thinking, I also caught myself locking my door, putting calls on hold, and unzipping my own pants to join him secretively.
could almost not believe what I was doing, and I nearly let myself
begin to wonder what it meant. But I knew better. Pleasure was pleasure, I reasoned. And why the fuck not? “No labels now”, I whispered
between cock fondles and purrs, “No labels.”
I was losing
myself in this, in him, when I gasped aloud. He had stood up and was
facing me, never missing a stroke. He knew that I was watching him. I
could see him bite his lip and toss his head back when the sensitivity
got more intense. When his gaze returned, he smiled at me.
Suddenly, his arm was motioning. I didn’t know what it was at first,
until I realized that he wanted me to stand too. He wanted me to join him, to mirror him. I swallowed hard, looked around as if to see who
was watching me - a silly notion in a locked room. Then I stood, my
cock in hand, dripping and flushed with a little bit of shock at
myself and on fire with an incredible rush of arousal.
clearly waiting for me. I dropped my binoculars, then my pants. Then
he and I began to slow-stroke at first, keeping our eyes locked across
the open air, and continued to match one another in rising rhythms
and strides. At one point, it almost looked to me like he was going to
fuck his window pane and I found myself nuzzling my cock’s head on my
plate glass as well.
I could tell when he was about to explode
and I was right there with him. His muscular body arched back and big
shots of white cream spattered his otherwise clean pane again and
again and again.
The first spray set me right into my spewing
eruption, and soon there were running puddles of dirty white lust
streaking our respective looking glasses.
Again, I was half
in disbelief that I’d just buddy-cummed with a man I don’t know, and
in my office, no less!! I doubted that he knew it was my first ever,
because I came as hard as he did.
I watched him kneel and lick
some of his own cum off the window and without thinking, I did the
same. He signaled for me to use my binoculars, and when I managed to
focus them and my eyes again, I saw his lush ass winking at me. I
wondered what he was up to.
When he turned back, he held up a sheet of paper with a phone number on it. “Text me sometime”, it said, after the number.
When I got the nerve a little later on, some of our convo went like this:
Me: That was a first for me. And pretty… great.
Him: I had a feeling it was new for you. Glad you enjoyed.
Me: I did. Yes. I did.
Him: Honestly, so did I. Loved it. Much better not doing this alone.
(a pause as I pondered the surprising come-on that was forming in my mind)
Him: Do you only like to watch, or do you play too? You can always watch me with someone else too, if you prefer.”
Me: I’m somewhat new at much of this. Are you…
(this text got accidentally cut off and sent early while I was looking for a tasteful way to ask. Thankfully, he understood.)
Him: I like both sexes and both sides of the coin.
(a long pause)
Me: I like that.
(another long pause)
Me again: I have to go, but I’m glad we, ummm, shared. Perhaps again maybe? Soon?
Him: I’m here tomorrow about the same time. Maybe I should get binoculars too.
(that made me smile)
Me: Thank you. Til then…
I felt like a right idiot for not asking his name, but once I cleaned
up myself and my window, and re-opened my phone lines, I got
distracted on purpose, and only ever lost myself in thoughts of my own
filthy deed of the day, the titillating shock of my own behavior, and
questions about where it might lead.
I was tempted to text
him at night, but I resisted. One thing I could not resist was
reliving the lewd bravado of the day, and this time I came loudly all
over myself, as I imagined watching him fuck a guy and a girl and then
invited me to join them all.
Yeah, I knew I was in trouble and
there was no point in resisting any longer. I had already gone there
in my mind, and then, across the street in mid-air, as it were,
earlier this very day.
The next day arrived, and I watched the
clock with a half a hard-on the entire morning. I could feel the
wetness of my precum in my boxers when I walked. I almost thought to
masturbate without him beforehand to take the edge off of the ache.
I intently lost myself in work again until I looked up just as he
approached his window. He was wearing only a pair of burgundy briefs and he looked more attractive than I thought a man should look to me. He
was also early, but not by much.
His text tone made me jump:
Him: If you’re busy, I can wait.
Me: Just finishing.
When I stood I watched him lift a pair of binoculars, he later told me he’d borrowed from a friend. Another text:
Him: Very nice closer-up, you are. Can you be naked there?
Me: Not here.
(A very long pause. My mind was going somewhere I wasn’t sure I was
ready for, and yet it would not stop spinning that way. I think he knew.)
Me: Only where you are.
Something in me took over in my head, and shook off the resistance.
Him: You know the building. I’m in 1232. Text me and Ill buzz you in.
Me: After which, unlock your door, then stand as you are now. Tug your briefs down a bit for me too. Please.
That ass was the stuff dreams were made of, I thought, and I wanted
to see that first. The lust for that alone would cause me not to shy out of this
I was vibrating in the elevator, wondering
what bisexual dom had just taken over my senses. The “please” was the
other part of me apologizing. Then again, I kind of liked the feel of
this taking command thing.
I walked into his place, found his
bedroom easily enough, and there he stood, posed as I’d asked him to
be, looking, well, surprisingly beautiful and fucking delicious to
these newly-opened bi eyes.
I wanted him instantly - another
hot shock to my system. And his body was clearly was a willing
offering to me. And that ass made my cock stand up and cheer.
tossed my coat and tie, unbuttoned most of my shirt, as I eyed this
lush, muscular male flesh awaiting my touch, and my voice’s will.
I walked to him, wrapped myself around him from behind, knowingly forming a fist about his thickened shaft and unconsciously began to kiss and bite his shoulders, as I felt my rigid cock pushing through my pants to get to his perfect taut hole.
“I hope you won’t mind
me leading a bit at first… unless you need to show me something.” I
said as I devoured his skin and studied his erection.
“I’m game”, he offered.
And off we went…
I lost myself in the feel of his body. It was soft and hard all at once. It was fierce and pliable and it begged me to take it wherever I wanted to go.
As I kissed downward, I found my face buried in
his ass and suckling his balls as I hot-stroked his dick, spurred on
by the feral, dirty sounds and gyrations he was making. He was loving
this and I was but a novice.
I took a moment to turn him
towards me and taste his pre-cum. It was sooo good. Like mine, but
better because it wasn’t mine. I took his cock into my mouth and toyed
with it, learning the feel and sensations. I knew, if he let me later
on, that I would suck and swallow him. But right now…
…what I really wanted was to have him kneel and suck my cock, at the window, and he did so brilliantly, drawing it out for seeming
ever, while not letting me peak too soon and definitely not letting me cum yet. He was clearly the experienced one.
As I surrendered to this orgasmic succulence, I fell into one of those fantasies of mine and thought to myself, “Do it!”.
I pulled him up, kissed him deeply to taste my sex on his wicked
tongue, then pushed him onto the bed and mounted him in reverse. I so wanted a whack at that man-to-man 69 play, cum and all. I never realized
how much of a fantasy that was for me. And he was the perfect
cocksman for me to make it orgasmically real.
I looked back
as I dangled my wet cock in his face and smiled “We’re good at
mirroring already. Why not see who makes who cum first?”
tug-of-sucking-war was breathtakingly erotic and filthy, a back and
forth competition that ended with both mouths being rammed and teased
and soon filled to the grinning brim with the cream of the other’s
When we tumbled right-side up, we stroked one another as
we watched each other swallow all that we could. Then, the sticky
kisses and the trading of secrets ensued.
We found ourselves
planning threesomes and even foursomes with a couple of girls he knew,
and with one possible who I knew (though I’d have to let on my new
secret to do so).
As the talk and touch and cock-grabbing
reignited things, he said, “You may want to call your office. Tell
them you’ll be late. Maybe ask them to watch from your window”
We laughed and I quietly worried, as I wondered who else could see us now. Something in me suddenly didn’t care anymore.
“If I ask them to watch, then I want my first time to be fucking you against the window.”
Our eyes locked, and he said, “Do it.”
I wasn’t sure about inviting watchers, especially from my workplace,
but I was sure that I was about to fuck his ass into oblivion at the window. If nothing else, that memory alone would make my day whenever I
looked over here again.