Eye Of The Beholder
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by KC Kendricks
Category: Erotica/Exhibitionist-Voyeur Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Some neighbors share more than others...
Andy Madison is city born and bred. Filling in for a friend at a coffee shop, Andy meets Ben Hardin and sparks fly. They spend a long, lazy Sunday afternoon together to get to know each other, and when they decide to let nature take its course, they go to Ben's cozy apartment.
Ben's taking his time becoming acclimated to his new life in the big city. He's got a great job he loves, he's making new friends, and his starter apartment has the most incredible views a young man could dream of. Ben's discovered there's more to admire than the arts, music and architecture. All he has to do is look out his window and across the narrow alley.
Andy thinks he's seen it all living in the Big Apple, but what he spies through Ben's window is something that can only be enjoyed by the eye of the beholder...
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: June 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [55 KB]
Reading time: 31-44 min.
I peered out through the streaky glass at the glow of the city lights and wondered if I'd someday make enough money to have a real view. The surprising, and scary, answer to that musing was I actually might. My employer recognized my talent.
I was just about to tuck my toes under the sheet when, for no real reason, a movement on the other side of the narrow alley drew my attention. I yawned as the lights in the apartment across the way and down a story went out. The lower half of the window rose about six to eight inches and a pair of male hands set a block to keep it from falling closed. The hands, now unseen, pushed the sheer curtains apart to allow what little breeze stirred this night entrance to his room. Naked, he flopped down on his bed, his back arched as he stretched his arms over his head.
Why I didn't crawl between the sheets and go to sleep will forever remain a mystery. I never aspired to be a peeping Tommy. I might watch a little gay porn now and again, but what poor deprived country boy hadn't resorted to the joys of the Internet to get by until he could find a real man? That didn't make me a pervert. Unlike a few of the tricks I'd had since arriving in lower Manhattan, I didn't even like to have sex in public places. But in the blink of an eye, I became a voyeur.