This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988.
Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty
Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.

Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at
brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net

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                "The Stud Across The Street Jerks Off"

     My "voyeur" story concerns a guy who lives across the street from my
apartment building in Queens.  The guy is a real fucking hunk, somewhere
between 30 and 35 years old, with a nice tight body, dark, longish curly
hair, a hairy chest, and a basket that just won't quit!  I don't know his
name or all that much about him, but the first time he came to my attention
was back during the summer.  There's a small postage-stamp park that my
windows look out on to, and one morning I got up and saw him laying there
on a chaise lounge, evidently trying to soak up some sun.  He was wearing
a bathing suit (a regular one, not a pair of Speedos unfortunately), but
that was all.  I couldn't help but stare, and I must have stood in my
window for more than an hour that morning.  Everytime he rubbed a hand over
his hairy chest, my dick got harder and harder, and when he stuck his hand
into his bathing suit - to rearrange himself, I suppose - I shot right in
my pants.  After that, I kind of broke out of the spell, and was able to do
what I was supposed to be doing that morning.
     Needless to say, the next Saturday morning I waited by the window, and
sure enough, I wasn't disappointed.  I cooked up the wildest fantasies
about him while I was watching him, and this time, I didn't even need him
to stick his hand into his bathing suit before I popped off - I guess the
fact that I was frantically pounding my meat had something to do with that!
     Every weekend, like clockwork, I stood there by the window, and every
weekend, like clockwork, he'd show up, and I'd jerk off watching him.  This
was one handsome man!  One Saturday, though, he didn't show up on time, and
I was real disappointed.  I sort of put my soft-on back into my pants, and
started cleaning up the house.
     I worked my way into the spare room (which faced another direction
than the living room window, since it was a corner apartment), and for some
reason (I guess because I was cleaning the window or something), I looked
out the window, and guess who I happened to see on one of the balconies on
the building across the street?  Right - it wouldn't be much of a story
with just me jacking off looking at the guy sunbathing.
     He was in the chaise lounge again, only this time - I guess 'cause he
thought he was in private and couldn't be observed - he wasn't wearing the
bathing suit...the handsome son-of-a-bitch was stark-fucking-naked! 
Fuckin' A!
     I stripped down too, and hunted around for a few minutes for my pair
of cheapo binoculars.  I couldn't find them, and decided not to waste time
tearing the closets apart looking for them, so back to the window I went.
     The way his balcony and my window were arranged, I could see him, but
he couldn't see me, and I'm fairly sure, from the angles, that no one else
from any of the other apartments could see him either.  It was fucking
great.  He was reading something that looked like a skin mag, but I
couldn't tell whether it was gay or straight, but what I could see was the
effect it had on him...his cock was growing, and he was stroking it. 
Everytime he touched himself, I had to stop touching myself, or I'd have
shot too damned soon.
     I guess he hit a picture or something that he liked, because he went
from just casually stroking to full-fledged jerking off.  He looked really
fucking hot, his legs spread wide, on either side of the chaise; one hand
gripping his cock and the other playing with his nipples through the hair
on his chest.  I could tell when he was getting ready to cum - his back
stiffened up, and he kind of arched-up off the chaise, and just when I
thought he was shooting, I blew my wad hard all over the wall under the
window.  I thought my fucking guts were shooting out the end of my dick!
     He must have felt good too, because he just layed there for a minute,
and then picked up the skin mag and went inside his apartment, I guess to
clean himself off.  I waited around for a few minutes to see if he'd come
back, but he didn't, so I started to clean again, paying special attention
to the area on the wall that was now dripping with my cum.