Gay Erotic Stories

(The continuing story of Evan, his new Chelsea apartment, and the voyeurism and exhibitionism that goes on there. He has now seen his roommates, his landlord, the UPS guy and the hot teenager next door in various sexual acts, all from the privacy of some peephole or other in his apartment. His mystery phone stranger, who appears to be setting all of these exhibitions up for Evan's pleasure, has teased him with vague promises of things to come. We pick up the tale about three months after Evan moved in.)

"DO YOU TRUST ME?" Those words popped up in the first e-mail I got from VoyeurNY in over five weeks. Those weeks had not been totally uneventful - Jason and Jaden had returned from their RSVP cruise almost two months ago with a long list of phone numbers, and a steady parade of incredibly sexy men had made their way into either or both of the twins' bedrooms. And I was able to see all the action from the two peepholes, one in my closet and the other in my bathroom. And although I hadn't participated (at least directly) in any of those encounters, I had been rather busy myself. I had become a regular at several dance clubs, "private clubs" and bookstores in the area, and my tall, muscular body, long blond hair and almost 8" thick cock made me very popular. But, rather than fuck or suck there, I'd bring my man of the hour (or night, or day) home with me for a romp on my king sized bed. And of course, I knew that my mystery man would be recording all of the action, for his enjoyment, and mine.

But for the past five weeks, no e-mails from VoyeurNY, no photos capturing action anywhere in the apartment. No hot phone calls full of double entendres and innuendo, egging me on to put on a hot show for him, jacking myself off, or fucking myself with a dildo. Nothing!!! I had begun to think that maybe it was a dream, or a trick that someone had played on me. And during those five weeks, every time I thought of him, how he saw and recorded everything that went on in our apartment, how he controlled David by hypnotizing him, how his power over me made me go out to get hotter and hotter guys to fuck with, my cock jumped and dripped. And how, not hearing from him for these past five weeks drove me crazy!!!

But there it was on the screen: "DO YOU TRUST ME?" Nothing else. I stared at it for a full five minutes, trying to figure out how to answer that question. In the end, after looking back at the things that I had done to please him (and myself) - the cruising at the gym, the picking up of strangers in bars, on the street, in the saunas, all because I wanted to see the pictures of us in action the next day - I knew there was only one answer. With trembling fingers, I typed one word, "YES", and sent it off.

Almost immediately, a response appeared in my mailbox. I opened it:

Good. Go to the following address at 10 PM this Friday. When you get there, ring the buzzer. When the door unlocks, come in, and go into the room at the top of the steps. Close and lock the door behind you. You will get more instructions when you get there. Come alone, and if you obey every instruction to the letter, I promise you an evening that will fulfill your wildest dreams as a voyeur and exhibitionist.

The e-mail was accompanied by an address, literally around the corner from where I lived. Friday was three days away.

I spent the next three days in sort of a daze. Was I really going to do this? On the one hand, he was a total stranger, he could do anything to me, including murder, and no one would know anything about it. On the other hand, he hadn't done anything to hurt me in the past three months, he had given me some of the hottest sex in my life - and I hadn't even met him yet. I was so confused I didn't even jack off during those three days! I decided I was going to go there on Friday night, but I was not going to take any chances. I e-mailed a couple of my friends, including Steve (who I had stood up at brunch to watch David and Scott [our UPS man] and then David and Brian [the college hoopster from the next apartment]. I told him about those two scenes, and we got so hot reliving it that the two of us wound up in bed, sucking and fucking the daylights out of each other). I told them the address where I was going, but not why. I asked them to call the cops if I did not call them by Saturday night.

Friday morning, Jason and Jaden asked whether I had plans that night. When I said yes, they looked crestfallen, and said that they had a group of guys they had met on the cruise coming over for an orgy, and hoped that I would be there to join in. "Damn," I thought, "I love orgies!", but I already had made my plans. The three of us promised to make a date to get together for a threesome of our own, and even started jacking each other in the kitchen, but stopped before we went too far. We wanted to save all our spunk for that night.

At about 9 PM, I stripped, took a really hot bath, cleaned myself (outside and in), and went to the closet to pick out an outfit. I pushed aside my shirts and looked in at Jason, who was on his bed sitting on a towel, shaving his balls and butthole in anticipation of the evening's festivities. I had already seen Jaden doing the same thing in his room (through the peephole in my bathroom) as I straddled the toilet shaving my own cock, balls and butthole. Usually they shaved one another, but since it always led to them fucking, they decided to shave solo tonight, and wait until the guests arrived to have any action.

It was a warm fall evening, so I slipped on a pair of khaki shorts, a tank top and sandals. As I left the apartment at 5 minutes to 10, I ran into three hot guys entering the lobby of our building, none of whom I had met before. They cruised me as I did the same to them. I heard them chatting about Jason and Jaden, and knew they were going to our apartment. "Woof", I thought. They were so sexy, and I was so horny, that I almost turned around and went back upstairs. But I had my date with destiny, and was almost late, so I ran around the corner and rang the buzzer at exactly 10 PM.

I was buzzed into a vestibule. It was a brownstone, three stories tall, and apparently had not been broken into individual apartments. As I walked up the steps, I looked around at the gleaming dark wood, the thick oriental rugs on the floors, the erotic prints on the walls (all male, of course). Damn, I thought, this place must be worth a fortune. The door at the top of the stairs was slightly ajar, and I slowly opened it and peeked inside. The room had dark wood paneling on three walls, with the windows on one wall covered in rich, red velvet. On the fourth wall was a huge mirror, taking up the entire wall. In the center of the room, facing the mirror, was an oversized, comfortable leather chair, and a small table on which was a control panel. The lighting was low, a warm breeze came from air vents around the room, there was soft, classical music coming from hidden speakers and a faint aroma of flowers wafted through the air.

As I had been instructed, I closed and locked the door behind me, and walked around, looking at the artwork. Again, all high quality, original paintings, and all of nude men in various sexual positions. Erotic as hell, but somehow very classy too. The books were a mixture of the classics, modern biography and erotic novels, all leather bound. I was very impressed, and getting more than just a little aroused. As my stroll took me to the mirrored wall, I noticed what looked like a TV test pattern (about four feet wide) reflected onto the center of the panel, at eye level to anyone sitting in the chair. I looked up to the ceiling, and saw (almost hidden) a front projection television setup.

From the speakers playing the classical music came the voice of my mystery man. "Good evening, Evan. I'm so glad you could make it. Sit down and make yourself comfortable." I did, and as I sat, a menu replaced the test pattern. Forty numbers, each followed by a location listing. I saw "Jason's room", "Jaden's room", "Evan's room", "Twin's Bath", "Evan's Bath", etc... All corresponded to a location in my apartment, with north, south, east and west views of each room. In short, a complete camera setup, allowing the viewer to see everything that went on anywhere in the apartment. My mystery man continued: "On the control unit on the side table is a numeric pad, allowing you to access any view you want. You can also save any image you want, either as a still picture or a video. You are the only other person in the world I have allowed to see this room."

My cock was getting real stiff just thinking about the possibilities, but I was cautious. "Why me?" I asked. "Because you have been the only one in all the years I have had this setup who has accepted the opportunity given to them and made the most of it. The men you have brought home, and the things you have done with them, have made the past three months the most highly sexually charged of my life, so this is my way of thanking you. Now, before we start, and other questions?"

"Yes. Why did you make me wait five weeks before you contacted me again?" He laughed. "Because I wanted to test you." "Test me? What kind of test?" "I wanted to see how much of a voyeur and exhibitionist you really were, without getting any input from me. And for those five weeks, every night you either had someone come to your room, or watched Jason and Jaden in theirs, or both. You passed the test with flying colors. I'm very proud of you, and glad that I was right in choosing you."

"Wait. Do I know you? Have we met? Why won't you let me see you?" He chuckled, and said "All in good time, my boy. All in good time. Open the drawer under the side table." I did, and in there were an assortment of lubes, dildos, poppers and soft, cotton cloths. Everything I would need or want for an evening of sexual stimulation. "Are you ready?" he asked. I replied "Yes", stood up, slipped off my sandals and stripped off my shirt and shorts. My stiff dick stood out in front of me, throbbing slightly in tempo to my heartbeat. I heard a gasp, and asked "Can you see me?" "Of course I can, I have always been able to see you." "Then let me see you" I pleaded. Again, he chuckled. "All in good time, my boy. All in good time."

Without me touching the control panel, the menu disappeared, and I saw our living room. There on the couch were Jason and Jaden, both naked and hard, with seven other naked studs in front of them, as if being presented for their approval. Jaden stood up, and slowly walked around them, first in front, then behind. Touching a cock here, probing an ass there, nibbling at one pec or another, like a sexually charged drill sergeant inspecting his troops. Jason remained on the couch, stroking his dick and making suggestions. "Have Bruce suck Darren's cock", and a tall African American got on his knees in front of a short, muscular Asian, and slurped his cock into his mouth. As he bobbed his head up and down, Jaden said "Taylor, play with Bruce's ass". An incredibly hung gray haired man got on his back, his face under Bruce's cock, and started to suck him as he fingered the black man's hole.

By this time, my own cock was throbbing (unbeknownst to me, every few minutes, a spray of amyl nitrate would be mixed with the floral aroma, and I was feeling it!). I took some Astroglide in the palm of my hand, and slathered it on my shaft. Slowly, I frigged my pole, my eyes riveted to the screen. By now, Jason was standing in front of another one of the hot men assembled in our living room, who was sucking his cock with abandon. Jaden was behind Bruce, fucking him as Taylor kept sucking Bruce's dick. All nine men were in a large chain, touching, sucking, nibbling, and fucking each other. And I had a ringside seat. By pressing one button or another, I could get a view from each of the four walls of our living room, and even zoom in.

After about a half-hour of watching the orgy in my living room, I started to feel a little left out. Taking a medium sized buttplug from the drawer, I lubed it up and placed it on the seat of the leather chair. Slowly, never taking my eyes from the hot scene in front of me, I lowered my ass onto it, savoring the feeling of the warm rubber popping past my ring of muscle, spreading my anal canal and filling me up. As my ass hit the leather seat, the head of the buttplug touched my prostate and a ribbon of precum spurted from my cock head. As I rocked back and forth, my juices started flowing steadily, every time the rubber head hit that magic spot inside me, and a puddle formed on the leather in between my legs. Taking a finger full of it, I sucked my own jizz onto my tongue, tasting the saltiness of it.

I was so enraptured by the visions on the screen in front of me, the effect of the poppers I had been breathing for the past 30 minutes, and the sensations in my ass, that I didn't hear a panel in the wall behind me slide open silently. Two hooded figures crept forward quietly. The first time I had any idea there was someone else in the room with me was when a hand clasped over my mouth, and I was blindfolded and gagged. Struggling, I was dragged from the chair, out of the room, and down a couple of long flights of stairs. I was dragged forward, and I felt my arms stretched out and over my head, tied to chains, and my legs pulled apart and tied into place as well. A pair of tit clamps were placed on my nipples. Only then did I realize that the buttplug was still up my ass, and my cock was still rock, dripping hard.

I was kept tied there for some time, I have no idea how long. Every once in a while, a hand would stroke a part of my body, pull at the chain between the tit clamps, or work the dildo in and out of my ass. Once, it was pulled out altogether and a nice thick cock fucked me for a few minutes. A couple of times, a hot met mouth swallowed my cock, sucked me for a little while, and then released me. Never once was I allowed to cum. I could hear the sound of men coming in and out of the room, whispered conversations I could barely hear, the sound of what I guess was furniture being moved around. Then, without warning, the blindfold was removed, but the gag remained in place.

Blinking, I looked around. In front of me, to the sides and, presumably, behind me, were men. All hooded, all in incredible shape, all totally naked, and all with cocks hard as rocks - big cocks, small cocks, fat cocks, thin cocks, cut and un-cut. From behind me, the voice of my mystery man whispered in my ear: "Three days ago, I promised you an evening which would satisfy your wildest voyeuristic fantasies, and I made good on that promise by showing you the orgy going on in your living room. Now comes the time to fulfill your wildest fantasies as an exhibitionist..."

(This is the fifth in the series of stories about my experiences living in Manhattan and the fourth of five installments of the adventures I had in my first NYC apartment. In the final installment, I will tell you about my night being used and watched by ten incredible studs, and reveal the identity of my mystery man. If you have enjoyed my reliving these experiences, or think you know who the mystery man is, please let me know. You can contact me by e-mail at Ebbtide77@ hotmail.com. E-mails with self nude pics showing both your cock and your face [no anonymous cock shots, please], will get mine in return - 18 years old and over only!!!)