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Voyeur's Fantasy
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
From: The Voyeur
To: All
Subj: Fantasy - Part I
I was waiting for a friend of mine in the lobby of the office
tower when I saw a gorgeous man enter and walk over to the
receptionist. I had managed to get only a quick look at his face, but
that was enough for me. He had dark hair with a closely cropped
beard and what appeared to be dark eyes. He was dressed in a
well tailored blue suit jacket and light pants. From the way the
receptionist reacted I gathered that they had met before. He
spoke to her for a few minutes before she picked up the phone. I
strained to hear a name but the room was just too cavernous to
pick out her voice.
He turned around and headed towards the chairs where I was
seated. I studied his face as he approached. From the fit of
his suit and the structure of his face I assumed that he was
quite muscular; it's sometimes difficult to tell in a suit. He
looked in my direction and smiled; a smile that creased his eyes
every so slightly; smile lines I like to call them.
"Good afternoon", he said with a nod. I smiled back and returned
the greeting, not taking my eyes from him. He walked over to a
small table and browsed through the magazines that were piled
there. With one hand he undid the button of his jacket and then
slid his hand into his pants pocket, pushing the jacket back as
he did. Of course, as a true gay man, I checked out his crotch
as soon as it was revealed. The light fabric revealed a nicely
packed basket. Actually, it was more a strained basket than a
packed one. His shirt was pulled tautly over a well developed
chest. He flipped through the magazines a few more times and
then sat down across from me empty handed.
"Cosmopolitan just doesn't do it for me", he grinned as he
noticed me looking. "I have yet to sit in a lobby where they
have something interesting to read". My mind raced to find
something clever to say. Somehow mentioning a magazine like
Honcho didn't seem appropriate! At a loss for words I ended up
just nodding and smiling. He looked away and I immediately got
the impression that I had somehow embarrassed him by not
answering.
"Sure is a lousy day", I spoke out. I knew it was a poor excuse
for conversation but I was desperate. It seemed to work as he
picked up the line and we spoke briefly about the weather.
"You work out?", was his next question. I was surprised
momentarily until he pointed to my gym bag. I was planning not
to return to work after lunch and go straight to the gym.
"Yes, I belong to the Y".
"I've been looking for a place to work out. You see, I just
moved here last week and I don't know which place is best to
join. Do you like the Y?". Our conversation intensified as we
talked about the gym and where he used to live. Part way through
the conversation he moved to sit beside me so we wouldn't have to
hear our voices echo around the large room.
"My name's Jim Denning", he said extending his hand. I gave him
my name and we shook. I held onto his hand for a few moments and
locked eyes with him. He didn't seem to pull his hand away so we
sat for a few seconds without moving.
"Mr. Denning, he'll see you now", the receptionist broke the
stare. I stood with him as he arranged his belongings.
"It was nice to meet you Jim. Here, why don't I give you my
card. Give me a call if you want a tour of the Y. I'll be going
everyday this week". Jim took the card and we said our goodbyes.
The rest of the day dragged by. The friend I had lunch with is
straight so I couldn't tell him about meeting Jim. My work-out
went by slowly as I wondered if Jim would call me at all. I
wasn't even distracted by the men working out around me. I went
out for a quick bite to eat and then home. By this time I was so
horny thinking about Jim all day that I threw on a porno and took
my time jerking off as I transposed the actors on the screen into
Jim and I.
I had meetings most of the morning the following day, so I didn't
get to my office until after lunch. On my desk was a note to
phone Mr. J. Denning. I went to a private phone and gave him a
call.
"Hi Jim. I just got your message. What's up".
"I was wondering if I could join you at the Y after work", his
rich voice came across the receiver. "I brought my stuff just in
case you were planning to go".
"Sure am going. Why don't I meet you there around 5:30 out
front". I gave him directions and hung up. I glanced down at my
dick as it strained half hard in my pants. "Don't get too excited", I told
my cock, "I don't want you popping up in the middle of the tour."
I overloaded myself at work so the afternoon would pass quickly.
At 5:30 I met Jim. I took him into the locker room and gave him
a lock to use.
"Sure are a lot of guys here", was his first comment, "They're
all in pretty good shape too". I thought that it was interesting
for him to check out the guys first, but didn't want to jump to
any conclusions. I undressed slowly while I watched him get out
of his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a nice matting
of hair on his chest which narrowed to a V into his pants. His
chest was well defined, especially considering it was covered in
hair. He undid his belt and pulled his pants and underwear off
at the same time. I was treated to the sight of a nice piece of
meat dangling over some low slung balls. He was cut and must
have had 4 inches hanging down. Hair covered his balls and his
legs. He turned around to get his shorts and I was treated to a
muscular butt, lightly dusted with fine hairs.
I slipped off the rest of my clothes and started unpacking my
bag.
"You look as if you spend a lot of time working out", Jim said.
He was still naked as he glanced over my body.
"Not nearly as much as yourself", I returned the compliment. "No
matter how hard I try I can't seem to get any more definition".
"Well, maybe I can help you out. I think I can show you a few
tricks", he said with a wink. I hoped I caught the innuendo but
thought I might be just imagining things. At this point I was
almost positive he was gay but I didn't want to risk it. I
didn't want him throwing on his clothes and walking out on me!
At least not until I got a better look at his dick.
We had a good time working out together. Our sense of humour
complimented each other and we spent an hour and a half in the
training room. I noticed Jim looking at some of the other guys,
but I've known enough guys into working out that aren't gay but
just compare themselves with other men in the room. Since he was
showing me a different work out routine there was a great deal of
touching between us. I had to be careful about looking directly
into his eyes for each time I did my cock twitched in my shorts.
That beard and those dark eyes just turned me on so much. As
well, a fair bit of hair cropped out of top of his shirt. And of
course that's not to mention his hairy legs and bulging crotch.
Finally we headed downstairs and into the shower room. We were
definitely enjoying each others company. We talked and laughed
as we showered, which was greeting with some strange looks from
other guys. It was getting a little late in the evening and most
of the people had began heading home. I suggested that we relax
in the sauna for a while and then maybe go for a bite to eat.
"Thanks for showing me around", Jim said once we settled in the
room, "I think we're going to be great friends from now on". I
smiled at him and said that I hoped so. There were a couple of
other guys in the room so we didn't say too much. Eventually
they left and we were alone.
"How long have you had your beard", Jim asked.
"Ever since college", I replied. "A friend of mine had one and I
always liked to look of his, so I decided to grow one. How about
yourself?".
"I grew mine just after high school. It seemed that whenever I
shaved I had a 5-o'clock shadow within half an hour anyway, so I
just let it grow".
An uncomfortable silence fell over us. Jim glanced over at the other
guys in the sauna and then back to me. We grinned at each other as I tried
desperately to think of something to say. After a few minutes the
other guys left us alone.
"You certainly are hairy", I said trying to pick up our conversation.
My eyes travelled across his body slowly as I admired his fur. I felt
my dick grow and decided that it was time to let him know how I
really felt.
"You have quite a bit of hair yourself", he whispered. "I have a
feeling that your college buddy did too. Did you ever get a
chance to see him naked?".
I leaned back and let my cock slowly rise in front of me. Jim
was watching it as I pulled on my balls.
"I did more than that. He was really hot! I still get together
with him when he's in town". I watched as Jim moved his towel
from his knees to allow me a better look at his rod. It too was
hardening as it lay across his thigh. I glanced up at Jim's face
and smiled.
"I think we better get out of here and over to my place before
someone comes in", Jim said as he leaned over and grabbed hold of
my shaft. "I'd like to have a look at this thing in a more
private place". With that he leaned over and sucked the head
into his mouth and tongued it for a few seconds before jumping up
and wrapping his towel around him. His cockhead was visible as
it pushed out against the fabric. Jim looked down and smiled
before covering himself with his hands and headed out the door.
Fortunately we had chosen lockers in the corner of the change
room, as our cocks were sticking out half hard as we put on our
clothes. I groped Jim's shaft as it stretched the fabric tight
across his thigh.
"It's a good thing I live close by", he was saying. "I'm afraid
I'm going to pop my zipper".
We hailed a cab out front and rode to his condo building. During
the trip I placed my hand on his knee. He reached over as well
but dropped his hand into my crotch and rubbed against my dick.
I reciprocated as we rode in silence.
Jim's condo was enormous and was very well furnished, but I
hardly noticed it as Jim took me into his arms. Our tongues
touched as we slid into each others mouths. Jim was undoing
my shirt as I slid his zipper down and released his dick. I was
about to take it into my mouth when he took my hand and led me
down the hallway. In the washroom there was a large jacuzzi
which Jim promptly began filling. I had my shirt off by the time
he had set the controls and was working on undoing my belt.
"Let me help you with that", Jim said as he walked over to me.
His cock was still hanging out of his zipper. I played with it
as he slipped my pants off. My dick popped up as he removed my
underwear but it didn't have a chance to get cold as he had his
lips around it instantly. As he sucked we worked together to get
his clothes off, then I pushed him to the floor and got into a
sixty-nine position with me on top. His dick was solid as I slid
down its length, nuzzling my nose in his balls. The head was
quite large and I could feel it at the back of my throat. I
slowly moved up and down, slicking it up with my saliva. My hips as he
worked on my rod, while I relished in the feeling of his hairy chest on
my stomach. We sucked for a few minutes until the jacuzzi was ready and
then we slid down into it and wrapped up in each others arms.
"Mmmmm...nothing I like more than a hot man in a hot tub", Jim joked
as we played with each other dicks. I leaned over and took his nipple
between my teeth and bit down softly on it. He arched his back and
moaned aloud as I ran my tongue across it. My other hand was busy
probing behind his balls and finding his hole. The water had him
relaxed and my finger slid in with no difficulty. He rode up and
down on my hand as I inserted another finger. Jim slid up to sit on the
edge of the jacuzzi giving me access to his dick. I slid the entire
piece of meat into my mouth, gagging for a few seconds until I got use
to the length. A tube of KY was produced which was used to
lube up his hole. I stood up so my hard rod was even with him and
slowly pushed forward. He grimaced a couple of times so I pulled out
until he got use to my thickness. Soon he was completed impaled on
my shaft and I picked up my speed and rammed into him. The water
splashed around us and the steam rose, creating an almost surreal feeling.
I crouched over to take the tip of his dick into my mouth while
keeping my own cock buried inside. I neared orgasm a couple of times
but stopped myself and either sucked on his huge hard-on or sent my
tongue into his mouth. Jim suddenly began pushing himself down onto
my shaft and back up again while almost screaming aloud in his
enjoyment. My cock began to spasm as I neared cumming. He seemed
able to sense it and stopped to clench his muscles. Finally I could
stand it no longer and smashed into him. I cried out as I felt my
balls tighten and I shot my load deep into him. I threw my head back
as rush after rush drove through my body and out the head of my
dick. My balls began to hurt as I continued unloading. Jim yelled
out encouragment until I finally pulled out of him. I barely had
time to take his dick into my mouth before he shot his first load
filling my mouth up with his manhood. I quickly swallowed as another
load followed. He was shooting so much a lot of it dribbled out and
down my chin and yet he still shot more. His body went limp as I
drained the last bit of cum from his balls. Jim slid down the side
of the tub and into my arms. Looking into my eyes he said, "We
better rest up because in a half hour it'll be you on the side of the
tub!". I signed and snuggled up with as the water bubbled around us.
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