It was a hot Sunday in early June. I was sitting on my patio and enjoying the sun in my sheer mesh shorts. I’ve been going nude around my unit since the first of the year. I loved feeling sexy and didn’t bother closing the drapes. No one ever ‘strolled’ around in the winter, but when it got warmer, I couldn’t resist the temptation of going outside. I live in an ultra-conservative complex and knew I couldn’t very well go nude outdoors without being served an eviction, but I removed the lining of my mesh swim trunks and knew that I couldn’t be seen as free-balling from more than ten feet away. It was a ‘safe’ way to get some cheap excitement.
I”m single and keep to myself and don’t talk with any of the neighbors other than the occasional ‘Hi, how are you.’ After two years, I didn’t even know any of my neighbors’ names. I suppose I just didn’t have any interest. They all seemed to know me, though. Everyone would call me by name whenever we chanced passing one another. I figured they were all busy-bodies. All the more reason not to get to know them better.
That day on the patio, some guy walked up to me and introduced himself. He lived on the far side of the complex and wanted my vote in his run for the presidency of the association. I was a bit put off with an unexpected guest – especially with knowing that he was well within the ten-foot ‘viewing’ limit. I sank into my chair and crossed my legs hoping that he wouldn’t notice I was plainly exposed. How embarrassing.
We chatted for a bit about, though he was the one doing all the talking. He seemed the cocky sort and went on about his abilities to persuade and accomplish. I could care less about his promises. I just wanted him out of there. He extended his hand to shake and was about to leave me in peace when he asked me for a glass of water. Shit. I couldn’t very well deny him such a simple thing but knew if he hadn’t already noticed, he would certainly see my nudity through the mesh of my shorts. I could feel my face redden as I got up to fetch a glass. I figured it was only a matter of time before my exhibitionism caught up with me, but wasn’t ready nonetheless.
He drank his water, never taking his eyes off my groin area. As much as I enjoyed walking around nude inside my home, I never really thought about being watched so intently. I had mixed emotions about it. I mean, what’s the point of being nude in the first place? Didn’t I want to be seen? So why was I feeling so uncomfortable about it? He returned the glass, gave me a final pitch for my vote and thanked me for my time. He had gratefully moved on.
The experience played inside my head for over the next week. It was a strange turn-on being so exposed in front of a stranger. Liberating, actually. After all, he came to me. I wasn’t actively seeking attention from anyone and if I got it – so be it. Take your eye-full and move on. I’m proud of my physique and if someone catches a glimpse – good for them.
The following Sunday was not as nice as the previous one. It was overcast and threatening rain. Rather than enjoying a cocktail on my patio, I elected to have one while watching porn on tv through my laptop. Nothing like good porn on a wide-screen tv. And by definition, ‘good porn’ involved me needing to pull out my cock and edge myself. I was wearing the same shorts as always, so pulled myself out of the pant leg and enjoyed myself. My choice of porn varies by the day: sometimes straight, other times, group. Lesbian porn turns me on too, but that day I settled on gay. Something about watching a man cum on a guy’s face was taboo enough to excite me.
I was rock hard and rapt in the video when I heard a light tap on my doorwall. There was someone peering inside. At me. It was the president wanna-be. What the fuck! I pulled my pant leg over my oiled hard-on and looked at him in shocked disbelief. Embarrassed and pissed at the intrusion, I screeched, “What the fuck do you want?”
“Just another glass of water, if you don’t mind,” he said. Really? What the fuck is this guy doing? Do I have a stalker now? What the fuck! “Just making the rounds again today and got thirsty. Get me a glass of water and I’ll be on my way… and leave you to your business. No one will have to know.”
I didn’t know how to respond. My head was spinning. Being caught exhibiting myself in shorts was one thing, but caught jacking was quite another. And the thing that creeped me out the most was that he wasn’t put off by it.
I tried to muster what dignity I had left and got up from the sofa. My cock was straining against the flimsy material of my shorts as I padded to the kitchen and got him his glass. The sooner I got him out of there, the better. It was a strange feeling as I opened the screen for a guy, with a hard-on tenting my sheer shorts, but couldn’t help notice my dick hadn’t subsided. I was as hard as ever.
He took a sip and eyed the video. He took another and focussed on my cock. “I like porn too. Mind if I join you?” he said as he stepped into my place – not waiting for a reply. I didn’t know what to do at that point. I could have objected, but I didn’t. All I could do was to step aside and allow him in.
“You as generous with your oil as you are with your water?” he asked me. I figured we’d be jacking together and okay with it. I slipped back into my place on the sofa as he unzipped his shorts. The video was still playing but my eyes were on him. As he pulled his pants down, I could see he was also free-balling. I pulled my pant leg to the side and continued jacking as this stranger exposed himself. Fuck! And what a wonderful looking cock he had.
He gave himself a couple of strokes and straddled me on the sofa. Am I really going to do this? Some stranger intends to feed me his cock and I’m going to let him. Between already being horny and having this beautiful cock presenting itself to me, I simply couldn’t resist opening my mouth as he leaned in.
He pumped my face for a while as I continued to jack. The sounds of orgasm on the video were soon replaced with real ones. He came inside my mouth and I came on my lap. And as with some orgasms I’ve experienced, it was followed by severe regret. Reality takes over the aftermath and saneness comes back. This guy was a stranger but lived in my complex. He would no longer be a ‘stranger’, but someone I’d no doubt bump into again – if not often. What did I just do and how will I ever be that quiet guy that keeps to himself?
He pulled out of my mouth and smeared the cum from my chin onto my nose and said, “That was pretty hot, dude. I’m looking forward to doing it again.”
“I’m not sure that’ll happen. I don’t do this often and don’t want to have it get out that I do it all,” I said. “Let’s just chalk it up to a one-time thing and pretend it never happened.”
“Let me put it this way: You suck my cock when I want and where I want, and as often I want, or it just might get out that you’re a little cocksucker that fishes for dick. Lots of people in this complex would elect to kick you out of here for that. More than enough to have it happen. Whether I win the election or not, I’ve got lots of power within the community. In short, you’re going to be my personal cocksucker.”
HIs cum was still dripping off my face and I couldn’t deny that I was in a pickle. Suck him and stay–or not and sell my place in shame. I elected to stay.