Gay Erotic Stories

I believe that we are all either voyeurs or exhibitionists. The problem arises when one cannot decide which he likes better. Whatever the decision please make it and do whatever you decide to do as well as you can. If an exhibitionist, carry through when you pull it out and start stroking. Don’t be worried someone might see the whole kick is you probably pulled it out because someone was watching. If a voyeur, watch until he cums and then walk away. The show is only as good as the audience. As a voyeur there is no need to reciprocate the action because a true exhibitionist does it because he gets a kick out of the reaction. I think they call it an adrenalin rush.

I recently moved into the 18th floor of an apartment building on Maitland St., in Toronto. It is THE place to live if you want to be a part of the gay neighbor hood here in T.O. The apartment faces south and quite happily affords me a great view of the penthouse of the building across the courtyard. It is part of the same complex. The penthouse is inhabited by an older guy and his lover who is Portuguese (or seems so by skin color and body stature). I didn’t know either of their names but know the Portuguese guy who we will call Paulo, carnally from afar.

Paulo is an exhibitionist and I a voyeur. He is very amateur in his studies but fun to play with when the moment arises. He loves to sit on his balcony with either a skin tight Speedo or very loose shorts. The Speedo leaves nothing to the imagination and the shorts allow him to correct anything the imagination has misgivings about. It is not uncommon for him to move his chair in my direction and push his cock and ample balls out of the leg of his shorts. He never whacks off. That would draw too much attention to him. So he just sits there and lets his cock harden in the breeze. I love the game we play but were able to take it to another level this past weekend.

A lady I work with (Susie) was retiring and we threw a party for her. She has become a good friend to me an asked that I be present at the party but made mention that I should not bring anyone as she had someone she wanted me to meet. I agreed and attended alone.

The party was well under way when she arrived with her “date”, from rumors on the dance floor, the date was her son. I shrugged it off and continued in party mode. About forty minutes later she made her way to the table I was sitting at and with my back turned to her she says to me “Mike I would like you to meet my son, Rory”.

I turned around with trepidation of meeting the ugly step child who was more than likely to be my date and stared right into the eyes of the man I affectionately referred to as Paulo. “How do you do Rory, would you like to sit down” I said with a glint of mischievous demeanor. I recognized him right off but he had no clue, who I was. After all, our sessions had taken place across a void between our buildings, which has to be 200 feet. Besides I am the one with the mega powerful binoculars not him.

They sat down beside us and before I could let his mom spoil my fun by telling him I lived in the building across from him I interrupted her train of thought by asking Rory a string of personal questions. After all everyone at the table was from work and we all knew each others secrets so I figured he should lets us know about him.

“Rory, what is it you do for a living?” I asked.

“I’m a designer,” he replied and offered no further information.

“What kind of designer?” I inquired.

“What do you mean what kind of designer?” he answered in a very abrupt and angered response.

“Well Rory,” I said, “you could be a graphic designer, a clothing designer or a person who designs tampons for elephants--but by your response, you must be an interior designer, because I have not yet met one of them with enough grace to fill a thimble.” I continued, “Please excuse me Susie, but I choose not to spend time with arrogant pompous delinquents of society who believe their shit doesn’t stink and that everyone except him at the table is an insignificant peon.” I picked up my drink and excused myself to everyone at the table and went outside to have a smoke.

While I stood there fuming about this idiot’s response, I started to fume again but thought it best to calm down as the night was not about me, it was about Susie. Just as I was bringing myself back to reality a hand touched my shoulder and before I could turn around the words started to pour into my ears.

“Design tampons for elephants! That was a very good response. Okay so we got off on the wrong foot and quite honestly I have never been called out in front of that many people before. You got me and pretty much hit the nail on the head. I am sorry, may we start this whole introduction thing again?” he asked as he held out his hand. I continued my pirouette to view the sincerity in his eyes, “My name is Rory, pleased to meet you Mike,” he offered with solemn eyes and a cheerful smile.

I took his hand and shook it. I smiled at him and melted in his eyes. His response was sincere and I could not help but relax and go with the flow. I made sure no one was around and looking at us while still holding his hand. I leaned forward as if to whisper to him and lifted his chin to meet my lips and kissed him hard on the lips. I looked him in the eyes and saw the look of disbelief and shock on his face and spoke to him, “Not only do we have a knack for shock factor in common, but also we have something else in common.”

He cocked his head a little and looked a little bewildered, “We both suck cock and my guess is you fuck a mean ass!” I chirped. The look of shock on his face could have melted iron.

“How did you know?” he inquired.

“Honey it takes one to know one and watch out if you’re not careful you’ll have to take this one before the night is over!” I again gleefully chirped.

He smiled at me with a huge Cheshire cat smile and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and took him back to the table where Susie and all the others were sitting. On the way he begged me not to tell his mother he was gay. I scoffed at the thought that she was not aware of it, as she was the one who was setting me up on this little date.

We got back to the table and everyone turned to see the both of us arm-in-arm as we approached the table. The mood of the other guests and Susie immediately turned jovial and we sat down.

I honored his request that I not bring up the fact that he was gay but continued a rather lengthy conversation with Susie as to whether I would date him or not. Of course he was oblivious to the conversation and continued to enjoy his evening. As the night wore on I was getting very tired and decide to excuse myself for the evening.

I stood up and bid my good nights to my associates and then turned to Rory. “So sexy are you going to come home with me and let me suck you dry or should I leave alone?” I said. He was horrified that not only had I embarrassed him earlier, but also now as far he was concerned, I had ‘outed’ him as well. The look on his face was one of utter disbelief.

Susie jumped in to still the moment with these words, “Rory I have known you were gay from the time you were a child. I wanted you to meet Mike tonight in hopes that you would be able to be yourself instead of this stuck up putrid mess of a man you try to make yourself look like. Get over yourself go home with him and give him a good fuck like you know you can. Remember I changed your diapers and if everything is relative, as you grew up you developed a huge one. Now you boys run along and make sure you use condoms!”

Rory’s face slumped into a blubbering mess. The tears just started to roll and he hugged his mother like hugs should always be. He whispered something in her ear and then bade the table good night. He took my outstretched hand and spoke in a very dominant yet childish tone, “Tonight my friend was a horrible night of firsts for me so let’s say we get out of here and make tonight a wonderful first for us.”

The table exploded with excitement and everyone wished us a good night as we left the room. Before we reached my car he stopped me and said to me, “So would you really like to get together tonight?”

“Abso-fucking- lutely!” I replied and continued, “Your penthouse or my apartment?” The look of utter understanding swept his face.

“I knew I had seen you before, you live on the eighteenth floor across from my penthouse, you little bugger--you knew who I was all night didn’t you?”

I shook my head in response indicating that yes I did know who he was. He grabbed me hugged me and took a good handful of my ass and said quietly in my ear, “My car is over there and yours is here. The first on to the lobby of my building gets to fuck the other first.”

We jumped into our cars and the race was on. Of course I took my time getting home and to my surprise he had been waiting quite a long time. We got into the elevators and he looked deep into my eyes and said…

If you would like to know what happed and what happens to this day please let me know at blueboymjc@hotmail.com subject line, “the penthouse”.