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Jonathan Harris
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posted 10-12-2005 08:56 PM
    
I am listening to the track "Madagasca" at top volume, wearing my headphones of course. That's nice. Wait, now "Hummer." It feels much better not to waste anything, to break free of nothingness, to proceed boldly forth regardless and uncaring. What might be wrong with my left knee? Why did I have to think of Roberta K -nee (I don't know how that singer's name was spelled) who once Isolded Dallas with Vickers. The same floor neighbor is Roberta. And I thought of Britney Spears. And I thought about that Newark prison, and that fat black woman in the apartment directly beneath - be- neeth... ??? And yeah I thought about Pony Siouxgrue, and being too "humbled" (Paul Blakes my roommate). It happened when I jogged around Green Lake I think - the leg is fine, but the knee sometimes feels weakened suddenly, and gives out when I don't choose each step carefully, and there's a slipping or rubbing inside it, something moving inside when I move my leg. Nothing I can do about that - is it Texas, is it New Orleans, what knows I must support myself? I dreamnt of David Tompkins in a suit with long hair. At a Texas dinner party. Too humbled by intelligence? I wonder how I could be less that IN that case.
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Broch
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posted 10-12-2005 09:32 PM
It's hard for a 32 year old gay workaholic to meet nice
guys, especially when you're as shy as I am. I guess that's
one of the reasons I became a voyeur. But I don't spy on
just anybody, only my neighbor, Jim, who moved into the house
next door about a month ago. He lives by himself and can't
be any older that 22, I've said hello to him a couple times
but not much more that . I had noticed by accident, of
course, that he had some gay periodicals bundled with his
regular papers (Thank God for recycling).
Since our houses are only 15 feet apart, I can see from
my bedroom through glass patio doors into his bedroom, and I
stay up every night to watch him. Jim works late and doesn't
get home until 11 p.m. When I hear his car pull up, I look
across to his windows. He turns the light on, strips off his
work clothes, and then I get my fill of his lean, hard body
while he gets ready for bed.
He never got completely undressed before within my
sight. He always turned away before he took his underwear
off, but the thick bulge in his pants gave me a lot of nasty
ideas.
Last night I was reading in bed, wearing only my cotton
briefs, when I heard Jim's car pull in. It was 11 p.m.,
right on the dot. I put the book down and knelt by the
windows, breathing heavily. I waited for ten minutes, but
still no Jim. Usually he went to his bedroom right away;
what was keeping him? Finally his bedroom light came on, and
Jim strode to his window, fully nude. His naked body
glistened with drops of water. He'd take a shower, that's
what kept him, and was now toweling himself off, slowly and
sensuously, as if he knew I was watching. His thick cock and
heavy balls swayed gently as he rubbed himself dry. My mouth
was watering.
My heart pounded in my chest, as I pulled the waistband
of my briefs below my balls and stroked my hardening cock.
His athletic young frame was covered in a light brown coating
of hair. His ass was a perfect edible bubble. I peered at
him from my hiding place and then suddenly our eyes locked,
but he didn't move away from the window. I slowly rose to my
feet. My nine inch ass poker was standing straight out for
him to gaze on. I moved my one hand up and down my shaft and
massaged and squeezed my nipple to a tight point with the
other. Jim stopped drying himself and watched. I could see
his cock begin to twitch and lengthen. He had something to
watch since my body was a good match for his own, despite the
difference in our ages.
It was too late to stop the show and tell session, now.
I was getting extremely hot and any shyness I ever had was
melting away. I turned my back to the window and bent over,
to give him a clear view of my butt. I curled my fingers
under the waistband of my briefs and worked them down until
the round white cheeks of my ass were fully exposed. I
turned around to see Jim was now stroking his cock back and
forth steadily, mesmerized by the show I was putting on.
I stood facing him with my cock curving back towards my
belly. I cupped my balls in one hand while I matched him
stroke for stroke. I brought my fingers to my mouth and
suggestively sucked on them and then wrapped my wet fingers
back around my shaft. He furiously jacked his hard cock with
one hand, squeezing his nipples with the other. There was an
electricity flowing between us across the gap.
My cock was on fire. With my cock in my hand I turned
around and reached back and plunged my finger up my asshole.
The position I was in afforded him a view of my butthole and
my dangling balls. I was wiggling my fingers in and out of
my hole faster and deeper. My legs were starting to buckle
so I turned around to see the affect on Jim. His hand was a
blur on his cock. He thrust his hips in my direction, and a
thick glob of cum shot from his cock and splashed against his
window. He tugged frantically on his balls and two more
thick streams spurted against the glass.
It was more than I could stand. I pinched my nipples
real hard and started to speed up the stroking of my cock.
The pain in my nipples and the friction on my shaft brought
my load to the surface. The cum was boiling up from my balls
and burning out my shaft. I arched my hips toward the
window and streams of white cream shot onto the glass and
slid down. I breathlessly collapsed to the floor exhausted
falling back onto my heels with my legs spread.
Minutes later, I staggered to my feet and checked the
window. His cum and mine still stained our windows, but Jim
was gone. No matter, I thought as I turned back to my bed.
Tomorrow when he got home from work, I'd have another show
ready for him. But this time, I'd perform in person.
Was that the doorbell, I heard? Who could that be at
this hour? It's only just past 11 p.m. I think I
know...........
-- Edited for gay'r clarity.
[ 10-12-2005: Message edited by: Broch ]
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AcidWarp
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posted 10-14-2005 03:36 AM
Not that there's anything wrong with that.-------------------- “I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.” “Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change.” --Dr. Stephen Hawking.
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