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It was a perfectly sunny day, very warm and humid, but with a nice
breeze blowing in off the sea, nearby which I live in an apartment block on
the sixth floor. All apartments on the west side of the block have
balconies overlooking the bay, which is literally one road-width away from
the beach. There was a skate-park just over the beach road from my block,
and it was fun to look down at all the young guys, mostly shirtless at this
time of year, showing off their talents to their girlfriends. I knew
several of them lived in my apartment block, though I had never spoken to
any of them, just bumped into them on the elevator a couple of times. Most
of them were quite skinny and unattractive with a lot of spots and big
ears, you know the type. But there were the odd few who were extremely
handsome, and played starring roles in a lot of jack-off fantasies of mine.

Now that the general scene is set, I suppose I'd better get on with
it, and relate to you an experience I will never forget.

Like I said, it was a sunny, hot day. I was out on my balcony,
looking out over the sea, and occasionally down at the hoards of shitless
guys skating around on the park, some on blades, some on boards, all
shirt-free, mostly in baggy jeans or board-shorts, tantalisingly hiding
their cute bubble butts and causing large, but probably exaggerated bulges
in the front of their crotches.

Anyway I was looking down, when I heard the sound of a balcony door
opening somewhere below me. It was on the balcony one below me diagonally
down to my left. I saw one of those guys I had bumped into on the
elevators; I never knew his name. He moved out onto the balcony, shirtless
and in a pair of red shorts, moving to look over the railing down at his
buddies below, or so I guessed. He could have been anything between 16 and
21, and he had a clear fresh face with a straight nose, full lips and quite
large black eyebrows, kind of like a mix between Freddie Prinz Jr. and Mark
Wahlberg, if you can picture that. He had black hair cropped at the back
and side but wavy on top. He wasn't exactly muscular, but he was nicely
defined with flat rounded pecs with tiny nipples and a nice flat stomach
with just the hint of a 6-pack. He was completely hairless, but I could
just make out some hair beneath his armpits, and maybe a little bit on his
stomach, but other than that his tanned body was entirely smooth, apart
from his legs. I could make out his nice, round backside through his
shorts, and I could feel myself getting hard in my pants.

I've always been a bit of a voyeur, so I decided to keep a watch on
this guy, and try not to draw attention to myself. God knows what he would
do or say if he knew I was watching him.

As I began stroking myself through my jeans, I saw him pull up a
sun- lounger and lay back on it and open the magazine he'd been carrying,
and apparently just relax, reading. I couldn't quite make out what the
magazine was, but I'm fairly sure it wasn't a porno. Just something casual
to look through while he caught some rays. He was facing me, but since he
had no reason to look up, he never saw me watching. From this angle I could
make out his body much better, and I grew harder.

That pretty much set the scene for the next five minutes or so, him
lying there reading his rag, and me watching him, stroking myself
occasionally through my pants. I did at one point contemplate going to
fetch a camera, but I decided against it, as that was a bit too pervy for
me. I didn't even know how old this guy was. He could be 16 for all I knew,
and I didn't like the idea of being caught with covert photos of a half
naked teenager in my apartment. So I settled for watching, carving the
image of his perfect young figure in my mind, so that it would serve me at
night for the next few weeks to come. What I didn't know was just how much
jerk-off material he was going to give me.

I was just about to give up watching him and go inside, when I saw
him move. He put down the magazine on the floor, put his hands on his
stomach and seemed to doze. I had been hoping for something more
interesting, and the effect of his body and fresh features on me was
wearing off, so I was all set to go back to my plan and go back inside
before I got sunburn.

But once again, as I was about to turn away, I saw him move
again. And this time it became much more interesting. He moved his arm so
that his hand now rested on his crotch, and as though he was reading my
wished that I was trying to telepathically beam to him, he began to fondle
himself through his shorts. I once again thought of going for a camera, but
I didn't want to move, in case I missed something.

Slowly as I watched, he took his hand off his crotch, and then to
my delight his slowly slid it under the waistband of his shorts to fondle
himself in direct contact. His eyes were still closed, his fresh face
almost angelic, and he spread his legs slightly further apart, I guessed
delightedly to get better access to his balls. I was now rock hard, my cock
oozing precum into my boxers, and I imitated him by slowly sliding my hand
inside my jeans to stroke myself.

His mouth opened slightly, parting his lips so that he could wet
them with his tongue, and I heard him inhaling a bit more heavily as he
moved his hand up and down in a stroking motion inside his shorts, a
tube-shaped object now obvious through the red material. His other hand now
moved to stroke his flat stomach, and then up to stroke his chest and pinch
his nipples. His head went back further, and his mouth opened wider in a
silent groan, displaying to me his row of straight white teeth, as his back
arched up a bit, and his legs moved further apart, one foot now on the
ground.

I would have been perfectly happy to watch him doing this for at
least another half-hour, but he appeared to be slightly more impatient, as,
all in one move, he lifted his buttocks off the lounger, and used both his
hand to push his shorts down to his ankles, which he then kicked off onto
the ground.

I simply stared in amazement at his beautiful naked body, his tan
ending around his waist and then beginning again at the top of his thighs,
around where the hair on his legs suddenly ended. His young cock was fully
hard and lying against his belly, not very long or thick, about 6 or seven
inches with an almost blunt head, and a nice pair of balls hanging below
it, pulled up to his body slightly in his arousal.

My own balls were also tightening at this display, and I felt a
need to free my own cock from its confines in my now uncomfortable
jeans. It popped open the buttons on my jeans, and slid them down off my
ass, and let my throbbing nine inch cock out through the fly in my boxers,
the head belching out precum now it was free. I began to stroke very
slowly, as I didn't want to cum before he did.

He had now placed his hand on his cock, and the other gripping his
balls or sometimes stroking his thigh, as he rubbed his hand up and down
his hard dick. I could now hear him panting, and low `mmmmm...' sounds
coming from his throat. Both his feet were now on the floor, spreading his
legs even further so that I could now see a small hint off butt-crack. I
was now burning up inside as I jerked myself. I was spying on this guy as
he beat himself off, and the detached intimacy and the `wrong-ness' of the
whole situation was making me almost delirious with arousal.

I continued to watch as he stroked his meat faster, sometimes
taking it in both hands and squeezing, or rubbing it between his hand as
though he were stretching play-dough, and as he got closer, a saw his move
his hand slightly further between his legs, unmistakably playing with his
hole. His whole body was now moving sinuously, almost like he was skating
again, his butt lifting off the lounger and then his back, his hips moving
up and down in a fucking motion. His eyes were still closed, and he was
biting his bottom lip as his legs spread further. I could sometimes hear
him muttering dirty talk to himself between groans and grunts, though I
couldn't make it out.

Then, after about ten minutes, his groans and grunts began to get
louder, and his body was almost gyrating around on the lounger, squirming
against something apparently invisible as he grew closer and
closer. Finally, I heard him issue a long stream of expletatives under his
breath something like `oh, fuck, yes... yes, do it to me, oh fuck, fuck,
fuuuuuckk...', and cum burst from the head of his cock like a fountain. I
had never seen anyone blast that much cum in the first shot before, and it
flew about three feet or more in the air and then landing on his chest,
before the next shot burst forth. On the first shot he had lifted both his
legs up off the floor and then were now spread as far as they would go and
up over his body, and I could clearly make out two of his fingers, his
middle and fore fingers, buried to the third knuckle in his ass. That set
me off wondering if he'd ever taken anything larger up his ass, a cucumber
perhaps, or a dildo, or maybe one of his skater buddy's skater cocks,
forming the picture in my head oh about eight young guys queuing up to
shove their dicks into this hottie's virgin ass.

With that image in my head, I fell to my knees and stroked a few
more times before my own dick pumped out its load of jizz onto the patio,
more than I had shot in a while.

After recovering from my orgasm, I got back to my feet, shaking my
receding dick in my hands to get the left-over spunk out of it, and looked
back down. My skateboarder stud was still laying there, his mouth open, and
his tongue licking his own thick cum off his face, his hands rubbing the
rest of his huge load into his skin. He lay like that for a couple more
minutes, then exhaled a satisfied `whoooo...', stood up and walked back
into his apartment stark naked, leaving his red shorts on the balcony. I
waited a while to see if he would come out to get them, but he didn't, so I
finally decided to go back inside and get myself some lunch.

Later, I was coming back up the stairs of the apartment block (the
elevators were out of order), after going out to meet some friends, when a
door near me opened, and out walked the guy from the balcony. I stopped in
my tracks to let him pass, trying not to make it too obvious that I was
checking him out. He was still shirtless, still in those red board-shorts,
wearing a pair of white sneakers and carrying a skateboard under his arm
with a psychedelic pattern spray-painted on it.

His eyes met mine for a fraction of a second (they were brown, as I
hadn't been able to see before) as he turned to leave, and I was shocked
when he flashed me a small, lop-sided smile, almost a smirk, before he
turned and swaggered off down the hall leaving me standing there. As he
reached the top of the stairs, he turned right around, looked at me, and
reached down and gripped his crotch with a sullen look on his face, and
then turned and was gone down the stairs.

It took me a while to realise that I was still standing there, and
that my hard cock was bulging out of my jeans, so I pulled my t-shirt down
a little to hide it, shot one last look at the stairs where the
skateboarder had vanished, and then turned and walked up the stairs back to
my own apartment.