Gay Male / 48
The Voyeur Got What He Peeked In To See
On the way home from the movies one night a man caught up with me and started talking, first confirming that I had been at the movie. My instinct was to walk on, after confirming that yes I was at the movies. He said he lived in my building, he saw me coming and going and we should be friends. I looked at him, to see if I recognized him but I didn't. He helped and said he lived on the fourth floor in the opposite wing from me, across the commons below. He knew what apartment I had, he saw me through his telescope.
What did he see? He said he could see me and he saw what I saw on the internet, over my shoulder. Gay porn, men, he said. "You like men, don't you? Are you gay? I'm gay, I thought we should meet and get to know each other." My heart jumped, not that he suggested I was gay, but that if he saw me on the internet, he saw me in my bedroom, in the mirror, walking in and out of the bathroom, when I entertained in my bed. He knew I was gay because he knew who I entertained, not so much from the internet.
He kept pace with me, crossing the street, he kept talking, he wanted to know me better. Maybe we could go to the movies together. He invited me to his apartment, he could prove to me that he saw me through the telescope. I had to go, regardless of what would happen. What could he see? He saw my living area and the computer, that was clear. But a small adjustment to the left and he could see in my bedroom, the mirror on the wall clearly focused on the bed. I beathed hard and asked him why he would look in other peoples homes like that? "Because I wanted to get to know you", he said.
He was a handsome man, some years younger than me. OK I thought to myself he knows I like men and he's watched me when I entertain. "Let's go to the movies then, how about we meet here and we'll walk to the theater". During the movie I forced my hand into his lap, forced him wetting his pants. I walked him by the arm, back to my apartment, took liberties with him, laid him on the bed, shackled his wrists to the headboards, and enjoyed him. He held his breath, but it was not nearly enough for him. What he saw through his telescope was now alive to him.
What did he see? He said he could see me and he saw what I saw on the internet, over my shoulder. Gay porn, men, he said. "You like men, don't you? Are you gay? I'm gay, I thought we should meet and get to know each other." My heart jumped, not that he suggested I was gay, but that if he saw me on the internet, he saw me in my bedroom, in the mirror, walking in and out of the bathroom, when I entertained in my bed. He knew I was gay because he knew who I entertained, not so much from the internet.
He kept pace with me, crossing the street, he kept talking, he wanted to know me better. Maybe we could go to the movies together. He invited me to his apartment, he could prove to me that he saw me through the telescope. I had to go, regardless of what would happen. What could he see? He saw my living area and the computer, that was clear. But a small adjustment to the left and he could see in my bedroom, the mirror on the wall clearly focused on the bed. I beathed hard and asked him why he would look in other peoples homes like that? "Because I wanted to get to know you", he said.
He was a handsome man, some years younger than me. OK I thought to myself he knows I like men and he's watched me when I entertain. "Let's go to the movies then, how about we meet here and we'll walk to the theater". During the movie I forced my hand into his lap, forced him wetting his pants. I walked him by the arm, back to my apartment, took liberties with him, laid him on the bed, shackled his wrists to the headboards, and enjoyed him. He held his breath, but it was not nearly enough for him. What he saw through his telescope was now alive to him.
