I could feel his hardness sliding into me, slowly widening my hole, until I felt his balls against my ass. His head rubbed the walls of my canal as it slid up it, sending a wave of erotic pleasure throughout my whole body. My head was lowered into the pillow and I groaned into it as he slowly slid back down my canal. As he thrust himself back fully into me, I was propelled forward, throwing my ass higher into the air. He didn't stop this time but started to slowly pump his hard, thick cock in and out of my ass, only stopping long enough to feel his head just inside me.
His thrusts grew in their intensity and sped up as he fucked me harder and harder, the first one to ever take me in the ass. I could hear his ragged breath as he pumped in and out and I groaned every time he hit the end of my canal. I felt a drop of sweat hit my back and I could tell he was working very hard. His grunt told me that he was enjoying himself and what he was doing to me, was overwhelming my every thought. I felt his hands holding onto my hips tightly as he plunged into me with a force that sent me over the edge. I groaned over and over, feeling his head twitching and knew I would soon feel his hot come, deep inside me.
I suddenly sat up in bed, the sweat pouring off me. I blinked and looked around, trying to remember where I was. I realized that it was only a dream and I slowly sank back into the warm covers. I closed my eyes, wanting to relive the pleasure I had felt during my dream but I couldn't find the way back into it. After rolling around for a few minutes, I got up and looked out the window. I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply as I tried to relax. I just stared out the window, not seeing anything.
I could feel the sweat on my body, in my hair and on my legs. I was getting cold but that didn't seem to matter as I continued staring out the window. I suddenly realized that my cock was hard so I reached down and started to rub it as I stood, unabashedly, in front of the window, not caring if anyone saw me or saw what I was doing. I had never felt so hot before and I was almost in a trance as I stood, rubbing myself out in the open.
I suddenly noticed a movement on the street below. A man was walking towards me, huddled against the wind, trying to keep warm. Without a thought, I didn't move and watched him get closer and closer, all the time, wondering if he would look up and see me. As he came closer, I rubbed myself faster and faster. I could feel the tingle in my balls as he walked past my window. Suddenly, I erupted and my come splashed against the pane, sliding down it in an obscene shape. I had closed my eyes when I started coming and when I opened them, the man was standing watching me, a big smile on his face.
I realized where I was and what I was doing and turned away from the window quickly. How could I openly stand naked in front of a window and come all over the glass while watching another man walk down the street. I had never before, had any thoughts about men and now I was showing one my cock and letting him watch me come, at least I hoped he had watched. After a few minutes, I looked outside again and found the man standing, looking up at my window, his smile still on his face. He had seen me, and it seemed like he had enjoyed what he had watched. I couldn't help but grin to myself as I looked down at him, watching him closely.
Finally, after a few more minutes, he started down the street. Before he did though, he gave me a little wave that I took as a thank you for the show. I watched him disappear into the darkness and wondered what he could be thinking.
The next day, in the market, I noticed a man smiling at me from across the aisle. I had never seen him before and I didn't know what he would be smiling at me for. I kept shopping and when I got to the register, he was standing there, waiting in line. He saw me approach and the smile returned to his face as his eyes washed over me, sending a funny feeling throughout my whole body. I tried to avert my attention from him as if I hadn't seen him but I couldn't. I smiled back at him finally and waited just behind him to get through the register. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel myself getting hot, sweat slowly starting to run down my sides and between my legs.
He suddenly turned around and with the smile still on his face, nodded at me.
"Hi."
"Hey," I answered back, not knowing what else to say.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Fine."
As I looked at his face, I tried to think of where and if I had ever seen him before. While I was thinking about it, he interrupted my thoughts.
"Saw you the other night," he said.
"Oh?"
"Don't you remember?" he asked.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't," I replied, starting to unload my groceries onto the counter.
"In your window," he said.
I hesitated as he continued.
"I saw you in your window the other night. I was the guy walking down the street."
I could feel the heat on my face as it started to turn redder and redder. I looked up and he was still smiling at me.
"I'm glad to see you. I wanted to thank you for the show you put on. You looked so hot standing in the window, your cock so hard and your come spraying all over the window. I had trouble walking the rest of the way home, I was so hard after watching you come."
What could I say? Here was the guy who had watched me show him my cock and he enjoyed it. I felt a tingle in my balls as I stood, my face redder than red, looking at this man, whom I didn't know, telling me that he had enjoyed watching me come.
I felt like my world had come to a stop as we stood there, him smiling at me and me, my face the color of crimson, not knowing what, if anything, to say. I had been caught and now I didn't know what to do, accept the fact or try to toss it off as if nothing happened.
"It's all right, you know," he said. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have someone watch me as I come and because, I've thought about doing it many times, I was pleasantly and erotically surprised when I saw you doing it. In fact, just thinking about it, my cock is starting to become a problem."
He laughed as I looked down at his pants, a bulge starting to grow in them as we continued standing in line. Just then, the cashier started putting his things through and he moved down the line, all the time watching me and smiling at me. I didn't know where to look so I kept my eyes on him and watched as he paid for his things and started to collect them. As he picked up his bags, he turned to me again.
"Maybe, we'll see each other again," he said.
"Maybe," I blurted out.
I watched him disappear out of the store as the cashier rang through my purchases. As I stood there, my cock was rising even more and I knew I was going to have a hard time, walking the few blocks back home in this condition. With shaky legs, I gathered up my bags and walked unsteadily, out of the store, hoping that no one was watching me or noticing the bulge in my pants.
After finally getting home and putting my things away, I went straight up to my bedroom. I quickly peeled my clothes off and walked over to the window. I looked out through the sheer curtains and didn't see anyone. I felt a pang of disappointment but stayed in place. I reached down and felt my hard cock, rubbing my hands slowly up and down my length, hoping someone would come along and see me. I closed my eyes as I felt my balls starting to tighten and suddenly, I was coming, spewing out hot come onto the window again. When I opened my eyes, I watched it's hideous journey as it slid slowly down the glass, pooling on the sill at the bottom.
I looked out the window and saw a figure standing just out of the light. I tried to see his face but couldn't, the shadows hiding him completely. They I noticed his body was moving slightly and his arm was jerking back and forth as he looked up at my window.
He moved a little into the light, as if he wanted me to see him and I saw his hard cock in his hand. He was pumping up and down its length fast and I could see the pleasure on his face as he continued looking at me. He suddenly jerked and I saw his eyes close as he came, right there in the street. I couldn't see his come spurting out of his now softening cock but I imagined I could hear his groans of pleasure.
I watched him clean himself up a little and then he looked up at my window again, his face aglow in the moonlight, with a smile. Here we were, two grown men, showing off for each other, coming in front of each other and enjoying the feeling of being watched. He again, gave me a little wave and I watched him disappear down the street, my mind a jumble of thoughts. I didn't sleep very much that night and since the next day was Saturday, I slept in until about ten in the morning.
