I sat at the window, lights turned off, staring through the window of the apartment across the narrow courtyard, the one straight across one floor down. Up until two months ago, it was a couple living there, a man and woman. But they moved out and two guys moved in. I had naively assumed they were roommates, not thinking for a minute they could be gay. But I was wrong as I found out later on. All during the day I stirred around my place, dusting, sweeping, and vacuuming rugs, and whenever near one of the windows, would let my curiosity get the best of me. I would check them out as they moved boxes, furniture, and odd items like lamps and framed art into the apartment. I saw them set up the bed and make it up. I saw the taller one, a blonde, strip off his T-shirt revealing a muscular body. I saw the other one, dark skinned with black hair soon follow suit, revealing a lean body, one that looked smooth and delicious even from across the courtyard.
I had been tempted to sit at the window and just watch them, but I had guests coming over for dinner and to watch a movie, so there was not time for a bit of voyeurism.
After a couple of weeks, I knew their schedules, each leaving in the mornings, the blonde by 7:30 and the dark haired one by 8:30. In the afternoons, the dark haired one arrived home by 5:30 or 6:00, and the blonde a bit later, usually 6:30.
They would work together to prepare meals or have something delivered. They watched movies, read books, entertained friends, and more importantly, fucked. A lot.
As they were doing now in the living room. They had not hung curtains, not in the living room or the bedroom. Their place was wide open for anyone to look in and watch them. It was an invitation I didn’t refuse.
I was self-conscious about it, for I wasn’t into voyeurism. I didn’t go places to do it, like the sex club or that old warehouse nearby where guys liked to meet, some to have sex and some just to watch. But they were right there, as if on a stage, doing a night’s performance that repeated often, much to my pleasure. The blonde was on the sofa bent over the right arm as the dark-haired one fucked his ass. I watched that lean body undulate, move so fluidly with his fuck it was as if in time with music. Or maybe that was just me watching while playing music of my own. Then the blonde was sitting on the sofa and that dark-haired boy was riding his cock, facing not his boyfriend, but the window, stroking a slimy cock as he moved his nice little round ass up and down.
I watched intently, tugging the towel loose I had around my waist, letting it fall open. I toyed with my cock getting hard quickly, then slowly stoked it while watching that hot little boy ride the blonde. Up and down, he moved that ass. Up and down, I moved my hand. I fell into syn with their fuck. The ass would move up, then seated back on the cock, and I would move my hand up to the head of my cock, then back down to the base.
How long could the blonde hold out? How long could I?
The dark-haired boy came. I could see wads of cum arc from his cock. I could see how it affected him, shivering and shuddering while still moving on the blonde’s cock. How he threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open, and I wished our windows were open so I could hear him cry out. Then I came too, feeling the hot wads splatter against my chest and stomach.
I sat in the dark and watched the blonde lick cum from the dark-haired one’ chest, then lead him into the bedroom and out of sight, no doubt going to the bathroom to clean up. I wished I could see into that bathroom. I knew their sex continued, for they were in there too long.
I eased up and went to my bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, I turned on the lights and made a late dinner. When I moved into the living area to sit on the sofa so I could watch television while eating, I noticed the blonde laying back on the sofa and he was naked. The dark-haired boy came from the kitchen carrying two beers, and he too was naked, that lean dark skinned body on full display, including the uncut cock.
They were at least twenty-one or had someone who would buy beer for them. Older than I initially thought. I was twenty-eight and compared to them, I looked so much older, more mature. But maybe I had been like that at twenty and twenty-one. It was only seven years ago, but being in college, then graduating, first moving to Raleigh, then back to this city I call home, it seemed like a lifetime ago. It didn’t help that I was single again and for the last four weeks, in no hurry to start dating again.
Saturday was beautiful. Just a fucking gorgeous day. Sunny, not a cloud in the sky and the temperatures were barely above seventy. I slipped on biking shorts and tank top, grabbed up my shades and helmet, took down my bike, and headed out. I rode into the business district of my community, then navigated one neighborhood after the next, hitting one business district after the next, until coming to one of the new trails the city was installing. I slipped off the road and on the trail, which was a wide asphalt walk, and headed south. It was a way for me to clear my head, to process anything at work not yet resolved. And it let me think about my life, how I needed to get my act together. Get back out there in the dating pool. And stop watching those two guys across the courtyard fucking all the time.
The ride was perfect. It felt like the stress and toxins of the last week were purged. My muscles were loose, and I sweated so much I knew a cool shower would be heaven. I made the last leg of my normal ride, pedaling hard up the last hill, then coasting down it, cutting through the warm summer air. At the bottom of the hill, I swung around to the street that would take me back to the apartment. Just a short four blocks that I lazily pedaled as I started cooling down.
Coasting up to the front of the building, I stopped on the sidewalk. I stood straddling the bike just feeling my relaxed state. My breathing was slowing back to normal even as my heart continued to race. I drank the last of my water as I watched the passing motorists, especially the open Jeep with two young guys in it. I was about to climb off the bike when I heard voices behind me, and I turned to see it was the two guys from across the way.
As they drew near, I sized them up. It was hard to do looking down on them from across the courtyard, but on the sidewalk, I could see the blonde was about five foot ten or so, just slightly shorter than my six-foot height. And the dark-haired one, he was about five foot six.
“That’s our neighbor across the courtyard,” said the dark-haired one, just loud enough for me to hear.
“Jose! Shhh,” said the blonde.
I had one name. The name of the little Latino who was so sexual. Jose. I wondered about the blonde, but tried to act ignorant of what Jose had said as I tugged the tail of my tank top up to wipe my face. When I released it, Jose was staring.
Yeah, look at me. I’m not bad either, am I.
“Hey,” said Jose as they passed.
“Hello,” I replied.
They went up the steps and into the lobby, and I debated on whether to follow them in or wait until they were on an elevator and on their way up.
“Fuck it,” I uttered. I tugged off the wet tank top, grabbed up my bike, and headed up the steps.
I was six feet tall, one hundred and seventy-five pounds. I had black hair, green eyes, and at the moment, a cock that could grow to seven inches starting to push out on the tight shorts. I went through the entry door, pushing my bike alongside, finding the two boys at the elevator still waiting on the slowest elevator on the planet, as I knew I would.
I saddled up next to the blonde, close, so close he had to capture my sweaty scent. The door slid open, and I let them enter first and followed them in, swinging the bike around parallel with the door in front of me. It was a bit tight in the small cab and I knew I had the two boys separated. Jose to my back left and the blonde to my back right.
“You live on the fifth floor,” said Jose.
I turned to him and smiled before replying. “Yes. And you’re on the fourth across the courtyard.”
Time to stop pussy footing around and just be honest about what we knew. I started to add how they both had nice bodies but decided to leave that for another day.
The fourth floor and the door slid open. I rolled the bike out and stood to the side letting them pass, then got back on. I saw Jose look back while whispering to the blonde.
In my apartment, I knew they couldn’t see me, not from the waist down anyway. And it was still daytime and without lights on my apartment would appear dark. In the bedroom I stripped and went into the bathroom to shower. It was as I knew it would be. Refreshing. My skin felt clean in a way just a normal shower never did. I paraded out naked, going to the kitchen to get more water. The cool conditioned air made my skin tingle. I went to the living room and stood by the window looking down and across. The boys were not in view, probably in the kitchen.
It was crazy, over the last few days I was going naked more and more often. I usually put on a pair of gym shorts if nothing else, but after watching performance after performance from the boys I found myself going naked inside the apartment. And like the boys, I didn’t care if someone looked into my apartment and saw me. The apartment building was eight stories, therefore across the courtyard, there were apartments that could look into mine, the way I could look into the boys’ apartment. Let them look.
That night, I met two friends at the little Thai place down the street. It was a narrow space, booths down each side wall and four-top tables down the middle and just enough space between them to move. It was an intimate unpretentious place with excellent food. We were halfway back on the left side, waiting on our drinks when the hostess sat the two boys directly across from us in a booth. I smiled over at them, and Jose waved while the blonde nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“Who is that?”
It was Thomas who asked, the most curious and flirty of my friends. Next to him was his boyfriend, the quiet and shy Freddy. But I also knew Freddy was hung, really hung, ten inches or more and he fucked Thomas blind.
“Two guys that recently moved into my building. I know the Latino is Jose, but not sure of his partner’s name.”
“You sure they’re partners and not just roommates?”
“I’m sure.” No way was I elaborating on that. The last thing I wanted to do at dinner was spend it telling how the two guys directly across from us fucked all the time. And Thomas would want every detail, asking over and over for every nuisance of each fuck.
“Your drinks,” said the waiter, setting them on the table. “Are you ready to order?”
As we waited for our food, I kept the conversation on Thomas and Freddy, asking about their cruise then the long weekend in Key West. I knew it would be sordid and Thomas would be excited to tell me every detail. I listened to each story, laughing at the silliness of it or shaking my head in disbelief. Our food arrived and Thomas continued with a description of a night in Key West. As the story unfolded, I glanced over and saw the two boys in deep conversation, smiling and playfully touching each other.
Dinner finished and our bill paid, I thought I had escaped the conversation of when I was going to start dating again. Freddy knew better than Thomas what a nasty breakup with Ryan had been. I still found shards of broken dishes in the apartment. It’s like they went into every nook and cranny. Just the other day, I moved a plant and found a piece in the tray underneath it. Each time was a reminder of that night. The yelling and screaming, and me on the sofa just listening to the accusations, unable to respond. I had seen it coming. The jealousy had been getting worse, until he blew a gasket. And the irony is, Ryan was the one seeing other guys, not me. He just assumed I was hooking up with others.
I sent him packing, changed the locks, and erased all evidence of his presence in my life. It was a necessary purging for I had to get him out of my life in every aspect. Since then, my friends hooked me up with guys they knew, pushed me to flirt with one in a bar or restaurant, and kept pushing me to take the initiative, and hit up on some guy online, anything to move on. What they didn’t know was, I had moved on. I felt better than I had in a long time. I just wasn’t ready to date, not yet anyway. I hooked up with some guy on occasion, but nothing I revealed to my friends. Then there was the jacking off to the neighbors fucking in full view. Maybe that was enough for now, or maybe I just needed some space to clear my head. Or maybe I was just enjoying being by myself for a while, reading and watching television. I had even gone to the museums taking my time, something I had not been able to do before with Ryan tagging along pushing me to hurry.
“Have you tried to ask someone out?” said Thomas.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“No, not yet, but damn Thomas, it has only been four weeks.”
“Five weeks.”
“Whatever.”
“Okay. But I’m worried about you.”
“I know, but Thomas, I feel fine. Really. I just want some time alone.”
“Fine, fine, but if you don’t watch it, you’ll find yourself alone like Dalton.”
“Dalton? I don’t think so.”
I hugged Freddy, then Thomas, watched them climb into their Uber driver’s car. As the car pulled from the curb, I waved one last time, then turned to walk home. It was about a mile back to the apartment, but the night was pleasant, and I was in no hurry. Who knows, I might stop at The Blood Hound, a new British themed pub that was on the way. I took off at a slow stroll, leisurely, looking into the windows of the adjacent restaurant, then the microbrewery, wondering how many could the city support, for they were popping up everywhere. I looked at the people I passed, smiling and greeting them with a friendly hello, especially the guy walking what looked like a cattle dog.
I had not gotten far, just to the next block, when a car illegally crossed the road to pull up next to the curb just in front of me. It was a red GTI, a sporty little thing, and I wondered who would risk a ticket. The driver’s door swung open and Jose, my neighbor, climbed out.
“Hey, are you going back to the apartment? If so, you want a ride?”
I almost said no, for I was enjoying my walk, but I was no fool. It was an opportunity to get to know the two horn dogs.
“Sure, that would be nice.”
I climbed in back behind Jose and once buckled in, leaned forward between the seats.
“I’m Bishop.”
“I’m Jose, and this is Isaac.”
“Jose, Isaac, nice to finally put a name with a face, and thanks for the lift.”
“It’s a mile to the apartment,” said Jose.
“I know, but it is a nice night, and I was in no hurry. How do you like living at the Rosemont?”
“We love it.”
“We still have things to do, like put up curtains,” said Isaac.
“I have curtains at all my windows, but I rarely close them.”
“Isaac is just pretending to be shy. As for me, I don’t care who looks in at us,” said Jose.
“I feel the same.”
“It’s a shame you’re a floor up from us,” said Jose, laughing and drawing a stern look from Isaac.
“Well, there wouldn’t be much to see. I broke up with someone recently and in no hurry to replace them.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Yep. I had to get all new dishes.”
“So, you’ve been celibate?” said Jose, making it a joke.
“No, I have hooked up on occasion, just nothing serious like a date.”
“Do you like to watch?”
“JOSE!” exclaimed Isaac.
“Relax, you know Bishop has seen us.”
“But…”
“Hey guys, let’s not get into a fight,” I interjected.
“Isaac pretends to be prudish, but he gets off on others watching us. He just struggles to admit it.”
“Well, it can be a bit daunting to admit to something most people wouldn’t understand. Isaac, don’t worry about it and I’m not going to push the subject.”
“Thanks,” uttered Isaac, then he turned to face me. “He’s right, I do like it.”
I sat in the armchair directly across from the sofa. I was stripped to my boxers waiting for Jose and Isaac to come out of their bedroom. I grinned at how it seemed so ridiculous on one hand but damn, if it was a hot mess on the other. The conversation after Isaac’s confession quickly escalated until Jose was asking me to come back to their place. They wanted an audience, someone right there in the room where they could see how they responded to their sex, not some anonymous person across the courtyard that might or might not be watching. Who was I to refuse.
It was odd to me, for I had never been into watching others. I was someone who wanted to partake in sex, not watch others enjoying it. But I knew a lot of guys liked to watch just as much as doing it. We had one friend, Mark, who loved to go to the sex club for an evening of just watching others fuck and suck. After the breakup, I was drifting, deliberately so, for I was in no hurry to get into a relationship, and the boys had provided some serious entertainment in the evenings. They wanted to be watched, and tonight they would know without a doubt they were being watched.
Jose came out followed by Isaac. They were naked, cocks flaccid, not yet stirred awake. I’d get to watch their whole sexual performance. I looked at Jose, the lean smooth build, the dark skin, the pierced nipples, bars through each one, something I had not noticed before, then I looked at the uncut cock, how it hung over the sac, wondering how big it would get when toyed with. My eyes quickly cut over to Isaac. He was more muscular, some definition in the arms and chest, and he was such a contrast to Jose, from the light skin tone to the mat of chest hair and trial from navel to cock, one that hung heavy over a low hanging set of balls. I imagined seeing Jose tugging on the bastards until the sac was red and Isaac was begging to get fucked.
There was nothing said, as Jose led Isaac to the sofa where they immediately began to make out. They kissed, rubbed hands over the other’s body, then manipulated the other’s cock until they were fully erect. Jose’s was ramrod straight and angled upward ready to fuck. It had thickened more than expected, thicker than I could tell from across the way. It was about six inches long, but I knew it wasn’t the length that Isaac enjoyed, it was the thickness. It would stretch an ass wide open. Where Jose was thick, Isaac was long and lean, at least eight inches, maybe nine. It was a cock that could easily penetrate a man’s ass and sink deep into him.
Isaac turned on the sofa and lay back, head bent against the arm and legs held up for Jose. I watched Jose take one leg by the ankle, letting the other drop until the foot was on the floor. It was the one closest to me and it spread Isaac open, let me see everything. Cock, sac, and spread ass with Jose’s cock rubbing up and down on it, then pushing at the entrance. Isaac shuddered, moaned whorishly while clutching the seat cushion. I watched that fat cock penetrate him, slowly, just the head, then the shaft until Isaac had half of it. Then Jose began a slow fuck.
My cock stirred with my increasing arousal.
Jose pushed the leg down until the knee pressed against the chest, and he was hovering over Isaac. I could see him long dick that ass. Pulled outward until I just knew it was slip free, then pushed back in, all the way until hips pressed against the twisted upturned ass. Isaac moaned and grunted as Jose increased his pace, fucking faster and faster. Isaac’s moaned reverberated across the room and the sound of hips smacking against his ass echoed loudly, increasing my arousal, pushing it until my cock was sticking through the fly. I stroked it as Jose pounded Isaac’s ass.
Jose slipped out of Isaac’s ass, moving back. Not a word was spoken for Isaac knew what to do. He flipped to his knees and braced himself over the arm of the sofa. His cock angled into view, rock hard and dripping.
“Fuck,” I uttered as Jose pushed into Isaac’s depths until hips pressed against ass.
“Fuck,” uttered Isaac, breathlessly, then he tilted his head down and rocked with Jose’s fuck. Harder and harder, until Isaac’s cock swung freely between the thighs and once again, flesh smacked against flesh.
I raised my ass and slid my boxers over my cock and down my legs until they were at my ankles. I kicked them off, wanting to be naked, completely naked, with legs spread wide apart so they could see how their fuck was affecting me.
Isaac looked over at me, mouth open gasping for breath. Then he smiled as Jose rubbed a hand up his back until fingers combed through his hair. A fist, then a tug, and Jose tugged Isaac’s head back while hammering his ass.
“Goddamn,” I uttered as I saw Isaac’s cock flex, then suddenly erupt, shooting wad after wad.
“Jose,” Isaac uttered as his cock dribbled the last of his load.
My hand was suddenly slick, cock drooling with my arousal. I expected Jose to keep fucking, to hammer Isaac’s ass until he too came. But Jose knee walked back and climbed to his feet, letting Isaac sit in the middle of the sofa. I looked at the slimy cock, how it was still rock hard. Isaac stroked it, looking at me, then over to Jose. Nasty fuck.
Jose turned to face me and backed up over Isaac, one hand on Isaac’s shoulder, one on the back of the sofa, so he could step up on the edge of the seat cushions. Isaac held up his cock as Jose eased his ass down to it. When the ass touched the cock, Jose held still for a second letting me see that long cock ready to penetrate him. Then he eased down on it, slowly, inch after inch disappearing.
I was slowly stroking my cock, holding back the need to cum as I watched. Jose descended down that long cock until seated on it.
“Nice,” I whispered to myself as Jose leaned back kissing Isaac, then looked across the room with a smile on his face.
“Yeah, fuck that ass,” I said as I slipped lower in the chair, ass right at the edge of the seat, legs spread wide, stroking my cock.
Jose tilted his head back and began to move his ass. Up, down, faster and faster, until slamming his ass down on Isaac’s hips, taking every inch of the cock. He raised his head and looked at me as he kept up a brutal pace, working that ass up and down. After a short time, I was right on the edge and Jose was sweating and gasping for breath. But he didn’t slow, just kept working his ass on Isaac’s cock.
I watched Isaac’s cock come into view and just as quickly, disappear. I watched Jose’s cock flop around, and his nut sac draw up tight. I watched his body sweat. I watched it shudder. Then I watched Isaac’s hand slide around the torso over the nipple. The fingers toyed with it, then pinched down on it.
“OH, fuck,” Jose cried out.
Jose took his own cock in hand, stroking it furiously while slamming his ass down on Isaac’s cock. Isaac tortured that nipple making Jose shiver and jerk. I was close, so damn close. Then Jose came, cum arcing over his torso spattering in his face, on his chest, then stomach. The white wads pooled and trickled down the dark sweaty skin, then my own cum hit my chin, rained down on my chest, then dribbled from my cock where my hand smeared it along my cock.
I lay my head back, resting it on the back of the chair as Jose lay heavily on Isaac still breathing heavily.
“That was hot,” I said.
“It was, with you watching,” said Jose.
Isaac smiled as he smeared the cum on Jose’s chest and stomach.
“I’m going to get dressed and go, and you two can clean up.”
“It is late,” said Jose, “but thanks for coming over.”
I slipped out of their apartment, hoping I didn’t run into anyone. I could smell the cum on me despite wiping off with a wet towel. I was probably imagining it, but either way, it seemed real to me. I eased down the hall, around to the elevators, hitting the button to summon one of the cabs.
One elevator was on the top floor, and the other was rising from the first floor. It passed the second floor, the third, the bell ringed, and the cab stopped on the floor. The doors slid open, and I saw it was occupied.
Goddamn. The guy was tall, taller than me, at least six foot three. He had a lean muscular build evident by the tank top that revealed the arms and shoulders, and the bike shorts, skintight revealing a nice cock. I looked down at his body, then to the bike, a Cannondale road bike that looked new.
“Can’t sleep?” I asked as way to start a conversation.
He chuckled, nodding his head. “Nope, not a wink.”
“Stress at work, or at home?”
“No, it’s the excitement of starting a new job.”
“Congratulations.”
The bell rang and the door slid open for the fifth floor.
“Thanks.”
“I’ve not seen you around. Did you just move here?” I stood in the door to keep it from closing.
“Three weeks ago. I needed time to get resettled.”
“I’m Bishop.”
“Bishop,” he repeated, then told me his name. “I’m Peyton.”
“Peyton. I guess I’ll see you around.”
He looked down and smiled. When he looked up, he had a mischievous grin. “I see you all the time.”
“Huh,” I uttered, confused of what he meant as I let the door close. When the cab began to rise, I realized he meant seeing me across the courtyard inside my apartment. Seeing me naked that I had been doing more often of late.
The next day, I met Thomas for lunch, Freddy having left that morning for a conference in Las Vegas. Thomas had suggested a new Cuban sandwich restaurant over in Southend. It was in an old brick warehouse, single story with the wall facing the street opened up with roll-up glass doors. I found him at a table in the bar area, a two-top along the window wall.
“Hey, Freddy get off, okay?”
“He left early this morning and I assume the flight left on time. He’ll call later today once settled in at the hotel.”
“Have you been here before?”
“No, but Erika has been here, and said everything they ordered was good.”
We talked about mundane things; work, who is dating whom, then we rolled to what most of the guys were talking about, the worrisome politics that are threatening our rights. Aaron was working with a group preparing protests. Steve was coordinating with one of the rights groups on media releases and social media posts in an attempt push back against all the negative posts that distorted or lied about the truths of the LGBTQ.
It was near two o’clock when we finally paid our checks and parted ways in front of the restaurant. I strolled back to my Subaru, the little two-seater BRZ. I drove back toward the apartment, stopping at the grocery store for a few items. Parked behind the building, I went in the rear door down the corridor to the elevators in the front. I was waiting for an elevator, watching one come down from the eighth floor while the other sat on the fifth floor not moving. I wondered who was holding that elevator in place, if it was someone moving in or out of an apartment.
I heard someone at the front door and turned to see Peyton coming in, carrying two grocery bags.
“Hey, Bishop, coming back from the market?” said Peyton, referring to the small market a couple of blocks away. It was obvious that was where he had shopped.
“No, I stopped at a grocery store on the way back from meeting a friend for lunch.”
The elevator slid open, and I held a hand in the opening letting Peyton enter first. I stepped into the cab standing to the right side next to him.
“You like watching?” I asked. It was a bold move, and I was feeling as mischievous as Peyton had been the night before.
He chuckled and we looked at each other grinning.
“Not really. I prefer to be a part of the action.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Do you prefer to participate?”
“Definitely prefer to be a participant. But there are a couple of guys below you on the fourth floor who make looking away difficult.”
“Really? So, I’m missing out on some theater.”
“Yep.”
“Maybe I could get an invitation to come over and see this performance.”
I smiled at how fast we got to what I was aiming for. “How about tonight? I could prepare a little something for dinner, then we could see if there will be a performance worth watching,” holding up a grocery bag. “What do you say?”
“What time?”
“About seven? Apartment 523.”
“523. I’ll be there.”
The table was cleared, the dishwasher running silently, and we were in the living room, watching the sky turn dark. I got up from time to time to see if Jose and Isaac were home, but each time saw their apartment was still dark. It made the tension in the room almost physical, as if the air was charged with it. I kept looking at Peyton for the bastard showed up in gym shorts and a loose tank top. So much was on display, and what was concealed was a greater temptation. Especially the bulge in the shorts.
I was still dressed in khakis and a white dress shirt and felt so overdressed.
“I guess they went out to a restaurant for dinner,” I said after looking again.
“No rush; I’m sure they’ll show up sooner or later. Why don’t you go change into something more comfortable.”
“Good idea.”
I went into the bedroom undoing buttons. I stripped off the shirt, then the pants. I went to the chest of drawers, sliding open the drawer for shorts. A cotton pair like Peyton’s lay on the right and on the left a nylon pair of running shorts, and just below those, the bike shorts for when I rode. I pulled out the cotton gym shorts, tossed them on the bed, then slid open the next drawer up. T-shirts (some with band names on front), tank tops, and bike jerseys were laid out in the drawer. I picked up a tank top, then the next one, for it was more revealing, the straps narrow, and it cut low and wide around the arms. I knew if I leaned over just right a nipple would be exposed. A temptation, one of many I hoped the night had in store. I slipped the tank top on and turned to put on the gym shorts, hesitating for a moment, wondering if I dare do it. Yes, you nasty fuck, do it. I stripped off the boxers and slipped on the gym shorts, feeling the soft worn cotton fabric rub against my cock. It was arousing, maybe too arousing. Fuck it, I thought as I tossed the boxers in the hamper on top of the khakis.
I came out and saw Peyton’s eyes roam down my body until looking at what had to be a plainly visible cock pushing at the front of my shorts. Look, mother fucker, look. I went by the window and saw the lights on in the apartment below.
“They’re home.”
Peyton was soon standing next to me.
“Should we turn off the lights?” said Peyton.
“No, leave them on.”
Jose came into view, naked, half hard, and Isaac soon appeared, he too naked.
“They have nice bodies.”
“Isaac is all man and Jose is a nasty fuck.”
“I can’t wait to see for myself.
Jose went to his knees, right in the middle of the living room and sucked Isaac. His head moved back and forth until Isaac’s cock was fully erect and he could only take about two thirds of it. Jose pulled Isaac to the floor, put him on his back while he crawled between the raised legs. It didn’t take long, and Jose was hammering Isaac’s ass. I could almost hear it.
“Jesus, they fuck like this all the time?” said Peyton.
“Yes. Just about every damn night.”
Jose fucked Isaac until it was obvious he was pumping a load into him. I looked over and down and saw Peyton’s shorts tenting out obscenely, as were my own. I reached over and tugged on Peyton’s shorts and boxers, out over the cock and down until everything slipped over his round ass and down his legs.
“Let me see what you got,” I whispered. His cock flipped out, thick and almost seven inches long and still elongating. I wrapped a hand around it and manipulated the growing cock.
He reached out and groped me, hand right on my cock. Then he tugged the shorts down revealing there was nothing underneath but me. He glanced at me and smiled while continuing to tug them down until I felt them fall around my ankles. My cock was half hard and knew it would be rock hard very soon as Peyton’s hand took it.
Stroking each other, we turned our attention back to the sex down on the fourth floor. Isaac had Jose down on knees and elbows fucking him. We could see Jose’s round ass compress with every shove into his depths while Isaac’s sweet hard ass dimpled with each thrust.
“Jesus, slow down…please,” said Peyton and I let go of his cock and watched it flex up and down, then drool its slick.
I went to my knees, angled my mouth under the head of the cock capturing its drool. I moved up until that cock was sliding through my lips. Then I sucked it while he went from watching me to watching Isaac hammer Jose’s ass.
“Damn, that hot little Latino is riding his partner’s cock,” said Peyton.
I moaned around Peyton’s cock and sucked to make him cum.
“Fuck, Jose is coming,” said Peyton and cum hit the back of my throat. One wad, two, three, then my mouth filled with it.
Then Peyton didn’t care about the sex across the courtyard. He pulled me to my feet, dragged me over to the sofa where he sat down then pulled me to straddle his waist.
“Sit on it.”
And I did. I eased my ass down on that cock until it was touching my ass. I rocked my hips back and forth rubbing its head, feeling the slimy thing against my hole. Fuck I wanted him inside me and centered my ass on the head and eased down. Inch after inch, that cock stretched me open, and I moved down until the fullness of its penetration made my own drool on my stomach. Then I began to move, up, down, over and over until in a fuck. I fucked my ass down on his cock fast, slow, one time so slow I felt every Goddamn inch slide through my loosened opening. I rested my right shoulder on his left and arced my back, working ass up and down. I increased my pace again, slamming down on his hips making him utter obscenities into my ear. I took my cock in hand desperate to get off. I stroked with the same furious pace I moved my ass.
I came first, erupting so hard it roped across my face and rained down on my chest and stomach. Hands came down on my thighs pushing my ass down on Peyton’s cock and he cried out while trying to shove upward. Then he pumped his second load into my ass.
My cock was still hard when I stood in front of him. He took me in hand, stroking my slimy cock.
“Will you do me?”
Are you fucking kidding me? “Yes.”
Peyton was quickly on his knees, chest resting on the back of the sofa. I moved up to his ass, pushing his legs apart. He reached back and spread that perfect ass and I put my cock to it, rubbed up and down between those spread cheeks, then pushed through his tightness. The squeeze was almost unbearable…pure bliss that made my cock rock hard. I held his waist and pushed into his depths, all the way until my hips pressed against his ass. Then I fucked him.
I fucked until gasping for breath and sweat trickled down my face, chest, and back. I fucked him until my cock ached for release and my muscles burned from the exertion. I fucked him until he was pushing back on my cock, and at times I held still letting him do the work. Let him work that ass on my cock.
I pulled out, held still for a second, then punched back through his opening. I hammered his insides until I couldn’t hold back, and I shoved into his depths and came.
When we stood up, we could see the lights were off across the way, but there were lights on up on the sixth floor and a silhouette of someone looking down. Peyton waved, then pulled me to the bedroom and into the bathroom.
We showered together, sucked each other off, then came back to the bed, naked and exhausted.
“Can you stay?”
“Yes.”
