1. I Know Where He Lives.


    Date: 10/8/2018, Categories: Anal, Gay, Voyeur, Author: sexlover19, Source: xHamster

    A good mate of mine works in the building trade. This summer, his company were renovating a number of old flats in a tenement building, gutting the insides, putting in replacement windows through a contractor and sandblasting the stone exteriors. As a lawyer, I've done some legal work for him in the past, and I agreed to go round and cast an eye over some paperwork for him - as usual charging him only &#034mates' rates&#034 for my services - late last month. His office is out of town, and we agreed it would be simpler for me to go round to the vacant top-floor property at the weekend and look at the documents there, rather than making a sixty-mile trip to his HQ. The keys were duly dropped off at my home while I was out and I drove over to the block on a Sunday afternoon a couple of days later. The legal stuff took no time at all, as all was in order, and I walked the apartment admiring the high, spacious rooms, which were going to look great when they were done. This particular flat had yet to have new windows installed and the vacant spaces were covered in plastic sheeting. I went over to one, pushed it aside where it had come loose and looked past the exterior scaffolding to the apartments opposite, which were bathed in sunshine. Straight across the road on the same level, there was movement at an open window. The frame had been completely pushed up, and a young lad was leaning on the ledge. As he spotted me, he stood up and stared boldly across the street at me from ...
    about fifty feet. Fuck, he was cute. Short dark hair with a fringe and a face that was undeniably handsome, whatever your tastes. My tastes have always stretched to pretty boys. He grinned across and stretched, catlike. To my amazement, as his arms raised above his head the t-shirt he was wearing rode up, revealing that he was naked below the waist. &#034Fucking hell,&#034 I muttered, as my hand went to my crotch and squeezed my dick through the material of my jeans. The boy raised one foot on to the window ledge, and I watched mesmerised as his cock and balls dangled, just a few yards away. I clutched at my crotch again, rubbing in an unmistakable movement and his smile grew wider. &#034Three B,&#034 he called out, and disappeared from the window. This side of the street may have been wholly deserted, but the opposing properties were all occupied, and anybody on the lad's side could have seen me standing there, rubbing the business zone of my jeans like a fucking lunatic. I backed into the apartment and, replacing the plastic sheet and securing it on the pin it had shucked loose from, I found I was perspiring despite the flat's cool interior. My mind was made up. I grabbed my briefcase, locked the empty flat and raced down the stairs and across the busy street. Heart racing, I was pressing doorbell 3B within two minutes of the lad's unexpected peep show. There was no answer from the intercom. Instead, it emitted a low buzz and a click and the door of the building clicked and ...
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