I have always enjoyed being naked. I love the freedom of it but also the vulnerability. Once I get home from work I often strip off and just go about my evening routine.
Sometimes I also like to wear women's underwear like stockings, crotchless panties or one of my favourite things, an all in one lace body suit with attached lace stockings, it feels so nice on my skin and I love the fact my cock and bum are fully exposed.
I live on the first floor of a converted house, my living room is actually at the rear of the house and has a small balcony with access to a fire escape. From there I can see into my neighbours kitchen on the ground floor, both of our gardens and the trees beyond. Thankfully I have one of the few flats that has no onlooking houses adjacent. Due to this, when I'm on my balcony I can't be seen by anyone, except my neighbour.
My neighbour, John, is a very friendly guy who, like me, lives alone. He is a fair bit older than me, in his early 60s. I speak to him often and sometimes even go round his house to help him move things like heavy furniture. I've even helped him build some ikea wardrobes before. I don't mind at all and I always get treated to some stories of his travels when he was younger or about some of the many and varied jobs he has had over the years, which include being a high school teacher and a fireman.
He is fairly good looking, certainly young looking and I remember being visibly shocked when he told me his age a few years ago.
I have always been curious about male on male sexual experiences but have never acted on those thoughts. When I get dressed up I often fantasise about being very feminine for some strapping young man, being taken in his strong arms and having my body explored by his roaming hands.
Well, in the last few weeks my lack of bisexual experiences has taken a turn for the better, and I have John to thank for that.
Walking around my flat and generally being naked is a regular occurrence as I've mentioned, but I always keep the curtains closed. As you can imagine it gets quite gloomy during the day, but as it's been so nice out recently I have decided to start leaving the curtains for the balcony open, it was nice to get some daylight into my flat for a change.
It was a hot summer morning about two weeks ago. I had been up just long enough to have breakfast and think briefly about the day ahead. As I entered my living room still naked from the night before, I walked over to the balcony door and opened it. I was greeted with the most intense smell of freshly cut grass being carried by the gentle summer breeze. I didn't see John in his garden so I stepped out onto the balcony and stayed there for a while, leaning against the railing and taking in the view of all the lush greenery that surrounded me.
John is a very keen gardener and is out there a lot of the time tending to his plants, doing the weeding and what not. I stood there admiring his handy work; there were lots of wonderful flowers of varying colours everywhere. I became aware of my morning hard on twitching away, tapping against one of the upright railings. Without thinking I reached down and gave it a few strokes. I loved having my naked skin bathed in the hot sunlight and was really just turned on by life at that moment.
It was then I glanced down to John's kitchen window, that's when I saw him standing there staring back up at me. When he saw me looking he just stood there and gave me the biggest smile, it was a gift of his that smile. It could make you feel warm and at ease in an instant and was another reason I didn't mind helping him out. It was then I realised I was still slowly stroking myself, I was squeezing harder as well, a drop of pre-cum forming a bead at my tip. I just stood there and smiled back, feeling a little nervous but not wanting to move.
He was only there for a few seconds after we met eyes but it felt much longer, he then walked out of the kitchen into some other part of his house and out of my view. My heart was beating pretty hard at this point and the thrill of what had just happened was making my balls ache for the sweet release of orgasm. I let go knowing that I would cum there and then if I didn't. I often do this to myself, get my cock rock hard, stroke it to within seconds of erupting then take my hand away, let it twitch and beg for release in the air, then watch it go soft and limp knowing it wasn't going to get what it wanted. It can be a difficult thing to do but after a week or so of doing it you will have the most amazing orgasm, especially if you give yourself some prostate stimulation at the same time.
I sat on my bed then lay back, my body warmed through as the hot summer rays shone on my naked flesh. My excitement for the morning was over, I did wonder what John had thought about what he saw and whether it turned him on or not. Although I wasn't worried he might have been disgusted by it because of his lovely smile. Anyway, I had stuff to do that day so got on with various chores around the flat and spent some time on the laptop, momentarily forgetting about what had just taken place. Around mid-afternoon I could hear some noises coming from the garden, I took a quick look from my desk and saw John was out there repotting some plants at his table.
As soon as I saw him the memory of that morning came flooding back and I knew I wanted him to see me again, to feel his eyes on me.
I decided I would quite like to talk to him while I was naked. He always had time to chat to me and we would often talk to each other like this, me being on the balcony and him in his garden, except never while one of us was naked.
I could feel my heart beating quicker as I gathered the courage to do it, I got up from my chair and walked over to the open balcony door, I have a piece of carpet that I put on the hard metal floor of the balcony so I can go out there without socks on, I grabbed that and put it in position, I stood close to the edge making sure he had a good view of my cock from between the rails.
I took a deep breath, then said, "hi John."
He looked up at me, the afternoon sun making my skin glow and highlighting my cock, that was slowly engorging itself for him.
"Oh hey Mark, how are you?" He didn't take his eyes off me for a second, I could see him looking all over my body, from head to toe and back again.
"Just enjoying this hot weather we've been blessed with," I then said, "I hope you don't mind, but I much prefer being like this when it's warm, far too hot for clothes don't you think?"
This was it, his answer to this question would tell me everything I needed to know about the situation and how far I could take it. At this point, in case you've not realised, I wanted him. Badly!
"Absolutely," he smile again, "Wish I could do the same, you're ok up there hidden away from the world, I'm on display for all to see out here," we both chuckled.
"I'm not hidden away from everyone," I said.
"Well, I don't count," he replied.
"Why not?" I asked him, wondering what he meant.
"Because I'm enjoying the view."
"Oh really?" I said.
