What makes a voyeur?

I admit it... I like to watch.

Ok, so big deal... if people didn't like to watch, there would be no porn industry, right? So what what exactly makes a voyeur? Probably the same thing that makes us gay, bi or straight. We're just born that way.

What triggered that "Oh, how erotic is this?" response in me happened when I was 16. I had a job at K-Mart, but no car. I mean the whole experience sucked. I worked for about 4 hours a night stocking shelves after we closed. That meant that I wouldn't get off of work until about 1am. Nobody in their right mind is going to come and pick you up after work at that time of morning. I suppose I was lucky enough that I worked with someone that lived in the same town as I did and could catch a ride home with him.

He was an asshole. I mean, really. He lived on the west side of town and I lived on the east, but he wouldn't take me the last 20 blocks. He would stop at his house and I had to walk the rest of the way.

Well, I ended up thanking him (in my head, anyway...) because one night, as I was walking down the street, I saw a group of older guys hanging out on the corner, a couple of blocks up. I detoured a couple of blocks over and man... I'm glad I did.

I started to walk past this tiny little house, one that I must have ridden past a hundred times on my bike without giving it much thought. I mean, it stood out a little bit, just from the fact that it was so small, yet looked like it came out of the pages of Home and Garden or something. It was a small Cape Cod style cottage with window box planters and blue weathered shutters. It even had a little white picket fence around the flower bed.

Anyway, this particular night not only caught my attention, but stopped me dead in my tracks. I glanced in the front window and saw a couple, man and woman, stark naked in the front room, surrounded by candles, embracing. A car passed by the corner and suddenly I felt very exposed, so I move up next to a tree so I wouldn't be noticed. I really expected it to be a short show. I thought that before they went much farther, one of them would pull the blinds. But they didn't.

They sank to their knees and from where I was standing, I couldn't see very well. The house was surrounded by shrubs with one very tall one right at the corner of the house, where the edge of the window was. Of course, being a horny teenager gives you great boldness, so I snuck up and hid myself between the house and the shrub and peeked in.

What I saw mesmerized me. He was sitting on the floor leaning back against a sofa with his legs crossed in front of him and she was on her hands and knees with her face in his lap. There must have been two dozen candles lit. There were shadows dancing all over the walls but I could clearly see her sliding his rigid shaft into her mouth. She licked and sucked him for what seemed like hours... at least to me hiding in the bushes. After a bit, she stopped and pulled over a footstool and laid across it with her butt in the air. He got behind her and began to lick from the front to the back. She would let out some not so quiet groans whenever he licked across her ass. Then he pulled her to the floor onto her back and knelt above her for a minute. I could actually see a drop of pre-cum glistening in the candle light and I felt... well, conflicted. I wanted so bad to be him as I watched him lift her foot to his mouth and gently suck and lick her toes, then I wanted to be her as he nestled between her legs and thrust his cock inside her. I wanted to feel it from both of their perspectives.

Of course, for most of the time, I had my own hard cock in my hand. I wasn't really stroking it or anything because I knew that if I did, it would go off way before I wanted it to. But I didn't even need to do anything for that to happen, because I watched him pounding her and listened to their animal groans then he pulled out and pumped jets of cum across her stomach and breasts. He cried out almost as if it hurt and knelt there quivering, then finally, he slumped and squeezed out the last drops from his dick.

She said something to him, but I couldn't understand, and she pulled his head down to her cum covered body... and he actually started licking her clean. Oh, wow. I had to bite my lip from crying out myself as my own climax took me... sending my own jet of cum onto the side of the house. My knees had turned to jelly and as I watching him licking the last of his cum from her, I looked down to see my own seed covering my hand. Another wave of horniness washed over me, which just doesn't happen, and I greedily licked my hand clean.

I put myself back in my pants and watched them in the candle light for a few more moments then, when I thought I could trust my legs again, slipped out of the shadows and made my way home.

I made it a point to go by that house every night after that, but it must have just been a fluke. I happen to have been walking by on the one and only night they forgot to draw the shades. But from that moment on, I was hooked. I mean, I figured that most everybody likes to watch, even if the don't admit it, but what I didn't know was just how many people like to be watched while they have sex or just expose themselves.

Some people get off on "accidental" exposure. Flashing some skin and pretending to be completely unaware that they did so. Other people like to look you dead in the eye and show you their tits, pussy or cock... depending... Me, personally, I like to perform solo for other's enjoyment... but my biggest fantasy is to have sex with one or two people in a whole room full of people...

*sigh*

Probably never happen, but a guy can dream, eh?

A walk through the mall

I love the mall.

There is such a diverse group of people there... old, young, male, female, black, white, red, yellow and brown.

*sigh*

'tis like a buffet...

Sorry... slightly distracted...

Anyway, the last couple of times I was there, I noticed a thirty-something, somewhat effeminate man there. The time before today, I was with a friend. Even though we work closely together and hang out after work, she still doesn't know my "dark little secret".

I know that she'd understand, but I just haven't worked up the courage to tell her. I've tried, but every time I do, my throat just freezes up and no sound comes out...

Anyway, I went back to the mall today in hopes of running into him again. Being the chicken that I am, I took some advice that I found online somewhere the other day. I bought a rainbow keychain and clipped it to my beltloop, and stuck the colored rings into the top of my pocket.

After I ate lunch, (Love Sbarro...) I headed straight for the bookstore. My heart just leapt into my throat when I saw him. I guess my being a little...um...needy lately gave me a bit of courage. I slipped the keychain out of my pocket and let it dangle out from underneath my Led Zeppelin shirt, then started to hang out in the same aisle as him, pretending to look at books.

In reality, I was using the hell out of my peripheral vision to watch him. Eventually, he looked over at me. I knew he saw my little "sign", when he did a slight double take. I almost froze, but reached down, slipped the ring back into my pocket, then turned and began to walk away. When I did, I gave an ever-so-slight glance back.

My heart was trying to beat it's way out of my chest and my mouth was as dry as cotton. I made my way down the mall to Macy's and headed towards the restroom. Macy's is nice because they have two doors leading into the men's room. And the first one squeaks. Nice alarm system. I went in and walked, weak kneed, to the last urinal. Moments later, he walked in and took up residence beside me. He actually said "Nice day, eh?" I thought...well, in for a penny, in for a pound and replied "It is now".

OMG... how cliche can you get??

Well, I looked down, and saw that he was every bit as aroused as I was. Well, it's been a very, very long time and the next thing I knew, I was squatted down in front of him doing what I've been dreaming about for...well quite some time. I heard him moan, then he began to throb, then...the warmth.

Wow. Took like... two minutes. I would have kept at it all day, but I guess I was just very eager. And, man! Can he kiss! Never been with a guy that liked kissing that much... So when he said "thanks" I knew he really meant it... Unfortunately, we heard the outer door open. I ducked into a stall and he headed up to wash his hands and left before I could even broach the possibility of getting together again.

Oh, well... at least I know where he hangs out.

The bookstore!

And you thought I was going make a play on words and say the restroom...

Silly one...

;-D