u/Always247Horny

Here is Part 1 to start with. Thanks for the kind (and horny) messages

— PART 2 —

I got to the rooftop in my new, skimpy, baby blue speedo courtesy of C. I took my normal seat in my lounge chair, and looked up and around at all the buildings surrounding me, wondering which one he may be in. Maybe he worked in one of the neighboring office spaces? Maybe he’s staying at the hotel next-door? Either way, today felt different knowing that there were eyes upon me.

The excitement was building and I was bulging so much that I had to flip over onto my stomach. I opened the swimsuit brand site again and scrolled through all of the options. I was imagining how I’d look in the even more revealing ones that had mesh cutouts or even a thong back. This only made me harder and made sure I’d have to stay on my stomach. I also opened Grindr and changed my name to “Thanks C” to see if he might respond there. Unfortunately, no response.

It was about time to go inside. It was exciting, but it was a bit anti climactic that I wasn’t any closer to understanding what was going on. I guess I don’t know what I expected to happen, it’s not like he was going to appear on my patio.

About 30 minutes after getting back into work after my break, I got a text about another package again, I went downstairs and retrieved it. This package was different though, it was just a letter. It was clearly hand-delivered and it had nothing but my address and “Attn: baby blue” on it. I opened it up and there was another note inside.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the gift. I was certainly happy to see you wearing it. I’m not much of a Grindr guy - here’s my number on WhatsApp. C”

I downloaded WhatsApp as quickly as I could. I typed in the number and sent a message.

“Is this C?”

“Hi there. It is. This must be Mr. Patio himself,” he replied.

“I think you knew that before I did,” I said. “Can I ask who you are?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t quite say. I have a bit of a public profile. I don’t normally go about my pleasures this way… but it was hard to ignore the view out of my window.”

“I guess my patio wasn’t as private as I thought. So you are famous then?” I asked.

“I don’t really say that about myself,” he replied, “but known enough that I can’t be caught on Grindr.”

“Can I see you then?” I asked.

“I’d love to show you, but I can’t do that right now. I know that’s not fair to you, but just have to protect myself. I did take a photo of us earlier though…”

“What do you mean us? How?”

The next text was a picture, a POV angle looking down at thick, hard cock. His torso was lean and his abs were way more defined than mine. A trimmed but thick treasure trail led to his own nicely tanned waist. The dark, neat pubes contrasted against his white skin and gave way to the base of his cock. It was thick, straight as an arrow, and capped off with a perfect cut head. As if the pic wasn’t mouth watering enough already, there were ropes of cum shot across a table or desk in front of him with one still leaking out of his cock.

Outside the window next to the cum covered table in his picture was me, laying in my sun lounger in the speedo that C sent me earlier. It was like a real life cum tribute.

“Holy shit. First of all, your body and cock are sexy as fuck. Second, did you really cum to me today?”

“Not just today,” he said. “I’ve seen you outside for a few weeks. At first I just noticed and admired. Then I started stroking my cock to you each day. I couldn’t resist anymore and decided I wanted to try to get in touch. I’ve been waiting to show you how much I’ve enjoyed the show.”

“Damn. That is so hot. You didn’t have to send me a gift. Should I pay you back for that?”

“The money doesn’t matter to me,” he said. “The view was enough in return. Fit guys in underwear or speedos is kind of a thing for me.”

C didn’t know, but that was a thing for me too. I had a mild obsession with buying new underwear and checking out other guys’ any chance I could. I always loved the locker room, seeing my friends and other men in their workout gear. There was nothing better than tight, sweaty compression shorts. I was guilty of rummaging through my friends’ dirty clothes and inhaling their scents any chance I could.

I sent a photo back to C of my bulge in a pair of grey Nike underwear. “So you like this?” I asked.

“Mm. Exactly what I like to see. I have that same pair actually,” he said with another pic back. This was a body pic in the mirror in his grey Nikes. His well-defined chest and shoulders gave him a broad frame and his arms were toned and muscular.

“You look perfect,” I told him. “Are you an athlete or something?”

“Yeah, you guessed it,” he said. “But that’s all I can say. By the way, you have a package coming tomorrow. Let me know what you think.”

I had no idea what he’d be sending tomorrow but I was excited to find out. My head was already spinning to find out that some sort of athlete has been stroking his cock to me daily. I was obviously hard as a rock and stroked my own cock 3 times that night to the pics that C sent. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to suck his cock, ride him, or lick his cum off his abs most, but I know I wanted to do it all.

Part 1 of many to come! Let me know if you enjoy. A little bit of a background/build-up chapter.

— PART 1 —

My first job out of college took me down to Florida. I was excited to escape the brutal winters of the Midwest and be able to enjoy the outdoors year round. I found an incredible apartment with a rooftop terrace and a clear view of the ocean where I could watch the sunset each night.

I started my job and was working from home most days of the week. I developed a routine of spending my lunch on the terrace, eating my lunch and getting a good hour of sun in. I started to develop a solid tan line around my waist from all the time I spent lounging in the sun. I’ve always found tan lines sexy. Something about the contrast between a tanned body that has been enjoying the sun and a nice white ass that has been tucked away had always intrigued me since my early days of having crushes on boys on the swim team.

The tan, however, was not as sexy around my legs. It looked like I was wearing a pair of white shorts at all times. I started browsing for speedos online… I have always been fit, but a Speedo was just never the vibe for a guy my age growing up unless you were in swim and dive. But who would see me on my patio? I rarely ever saw another neighbor on their terraces and the only other people who could see would be in the taller towers next door.

So I searched, getting a little turned on while I browsed, and finally ordered myself a cheap pair off of Amazon. The shipment arrived the next day in the morning and I had the package opened before I even got back to my apartment.

Looking back, they were a pretty modest swim brief. Plenty of coverage, a solid navy blue color, and just the right fit. At the time, I felt exposed standing in front of the mirror wearing something smaller than any pair of underwear I owned. I put the speedo on and made my way to the rooftop. I applied a generous amount of sunscreen today - these parts of my body had never seen the sun before and were as pale as the day I was born.

I felt great. The sun was warm on my body, my bulge was nice and round, and the low waist really accentuated the transition from my v-line to my treasure trail. Most importantly, I was starting to gain some color on my thighs and was finally developing a Speedo tan that I had envied on other guys for most of my life. I took nudes daily in my floor to ceiling mirror and couldn’t help but admire the changes. My abs popped with the tan, my body hair had a nice blonde sun kiss to it, and my ass was more defined than ever with the nice frame of the speedo tan.

I was working from home one morning when I got a text that I had a package to be picked up. I thought it was odd, I didn’t remember ordering anything… but I had forgotten some purchases before. I retrieved the package from the front desk and brought it back to my apartment. I opened it up and found a baby blue Speedo inside. I didn’t remember ordering this? Maybe the wrong address? But what a coincidence that would be. Then I saw there was a note inside.

“I hope you don’t find this strange, but I’ve been admiring my lunch time view since you moved in. I must say, the switch to briefs was nice. Here’s a new pair on me. If you don’t mind the admiration, wear them next time. If not, I’ll take it as a sign to leave you be. C.”

C? Who is C and who has been watching me every day? I don’t know if I was alarmed or turned on… I thought I was in a pretty private area but someone clearly had a direct view. They had been enjoying it too… I never saw my neighbors outside. They’d have to be on their terrace to see me up there. It must have been someone from a neighboring building that rises above mine. Spying on me and sending me a gift is kind of crazy… but kind of hot.

I slipped them on. They were snug, but in the way that a Speedo should be. Whoever sent these had a good enough view to accurately guess my waist size. Everything was a bit skimpier than my original pair; the waistband was thinner, the cheek coverage was less, and between the sizing and the lighter color, my bulge was definitely prominent. Or maybe I was just getting slightly hard looking in the mirror.

I was hardly focused during my next meeting. I had the new pair on and was trying to decide what I would do. My normal terrace time was coming up in just about an hour. While the meeting was going on, I looked up the brand of the Speedo that C sent me online on my phone. This was not a cheap purchase. The only thing I noticed quicker than the extremely hot models on the website was that each of these Speedos cost over $100. Who would spend that much money on a gift for somebody that they don’t even know?

Part of me felt like I was willingly getting myself involved with a kidnapper, but the other part of me was excited and turned on to know that someone was enjoying me as their view. I wrapped up my call and ascended to the roof in my new baby blue Speedo.