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I MISS MY OLD WINDOW (Window Story #1)

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by Todd421 Just a few years ago, I lived in an apartment in West Hollywood with a perfectly situated bedroom window. I don't live there now, as the apartment complex converted to condos, and all of us tenants had to find new homes. But I still remember and fantasize about this "WeHo" spot.Forgive me for going through a setup description of the apartment in general, and the window in particular. I lived with my roommate (separate rooms) in the front of the building, overlooking the street, on the bottom floor. There was a driveway into the parking area, which ran underneath my bedroom. The window in my bedroom was almost floor to ceiling, beginning about a foot from the floor, and ending vertically about a foot from the ceiling. Horizontally, the window was about 8 feet wide; there was a solid glass panel in the center, with two glass crank-out windows on either side. When I first moved in, I removed the screens from the open areas of the window. The window was situated slightly above the sidewalk level outside, meaning that I was able to look somewhat "down" from the window to the sidewalk, but the apartment building was set back on the property about 20 feet from the walking area. It wasn't long before I realized how much foot traffic occurred each night (and day) past my window; the gay bars on Santa Monica Boulevard were just a couple of blocks away, just to the south of our building. My roomie's work hours varied, as did my own (see my earlier Poolboy "confessions" in the Solo and All Male sections of this website), but I basically had the run of the apartment during evening hours until around 3 in the morning, when my bartender roomie came back home after work a few of those nights. All night long, guys would walk past my window, heading toward the gay bars; late at night and into the morning, they would make their way back past my window, but in the other direction. Now, about me. I was around 20 at this time (I'm 25 now), white, blond, 6-foot. My poolboy work kept me tan, and as I had developed tanning situations at many of the gay households I worked at, I was tan all over. And I do mean, ALL over; this wasn't from tanning beds, where there would be a white crease here and there in key areas of my body. When I tanned at these guys' houses, I would move my body in all kinds of positions to get every bit of sun in every "nook and cranny." To add to this, I was SHAVED all over as well. My body was already pretty hairless, but I was determined to have every hair shaved or removed from my body, other than the hair on the top of my head. It was very clear to me that I could be seen by anyone walking past my window, if only that person would turn his head toward my window and I was standing close to the window at the time. (If I were standing farther back in my bedroom, only my head and part of my chest would be visible from the sidewalk vantage point.) I'm an exhibitionist, BUT only insofar as the guys looking at me are into it. I don't like to show off my body in the same way to women or children, and I don't like showing it off to straight men either, although I've been inclined to do this more than once, especially if the straight guy is in a construction outfit. Basically, I like showing my body off to my own kind of gay guy, or any guy who appears to get into it. THIS FIRST STORY is about a guy walking past my bedroom in the daytime (there will be other stories to follow, both in night and day situations). In front of the low bottom edge of the window, I had placed a long coffee table, and on that, a portable television and plants that could easily be seen from outside. While watching TV during the day, especially on weekends when my roomie was working, I would lie on my bed on my stomach naked, propping my head up with my hands, occasionally kicking the backs of my legs up in the air. This one afternoon, a guy and his friend were walking past my building while I was watching TV in this position. While the two could see my face, hands, shoulders, and arms from the outside, they really had no way of knowing how naked I really was, as the lower part of my body was faced toward the back of my room, at a hidden angle to them. The guy I'm talking about backed up when he saw me, but his friend kept walking for a bit. He stood on the sidewalk and asked me a question, which I couldn't hear. I muted the sound of my TV, and motioned for him to ask me the question again. He asked me if and where there was a Chinese restaurant down toward Santa Monica Boulevard. I started telling him about a cafe, motioning which way he should go at the boulevard, but he couldn't hear me. I got off the bed and moved to the window, but got quickly down on my knees, so my cock and balls were in that one-foot space below the window ledge where he couldn't see. But it seemed clear to him, after seeing flashes of my skin here and there, that I was naked; he even laughed a bit at our situation, and so did I. I told him again, from my kneeling position, about the Chinese restaurant that was quite nearby; I was able now to move my arms and hands around outside the window area, pointing him and his friend where they should go. He thanked me and walked on, and I got back onto the bed and into my TV-viewing position, and I continued watching whatever show was on. Several minutes passed, and I could see the restaurant-seeking guy come back to the driveway outside my window. (I never did find out what happened to his friend after this.) I could see he was asking me more directional questions, but I couldn't hear again. I started to get off the bed, but I realized I liked the guy's looks, and this time I wasn't so quick about hiding myself from him, even though I ended up in the same spot as before, with my lower body tucked below his viewing area from the outside. This time, he asked me about the gay bars on Santa Monica, and which direction they were. I pointed to the west, saying that most of them were in that direction. But then he moved into a position I had never thought of; he stepped onto the low brick wall surrounding the building's front yard. He was now easily 2 or 3 feet above where a sidewalk person would have been walking, and this guy moved even closer, walking on the wall along where the driveway was sloping under my bedroom; he was stepping closer and closer to my exposed body. He got to just a few feet away from me, his head now clearly above where my earlier sidewalk eyeline calculations had been. His eyes kept darting to what he hoped he could see below the window base area, behind which I had so carefully kept my lower body hidden in the past. I decided to meet him face to face (or eyes to crotch) by maneuvering my upper torso up out of a crouching position to a 90-degree angle at my legs and knees. My body, down to my knees, was smack up against the window ledge/wall, and he was still prevented from seeing my cock and balls, as they were pressed up against the window ledge. The sidewalk man became even more forward, asking if he could use my bathroom. This wasn't a difficult decision for me, as I liked his looks, his sandy brown hair, and his plaid flannel shirt. But I also knew that he didn't really need to use the bathroom. I motioned him over to the front of my building anyway, and he stepped away from the wall area, across the grassy area, and to the front of the building. The front door didn't have a lock on it, and he moved past it to my apartment's front door. Meanwhile, I moved out of my bedroom, into the living room, and to the front door as well, opening it but only exposing the left half of my naked body to him; I still kept my cock and balls behind the door. I pointed the way through the apartment to where the bathroom was, and he played the game, not looking back at me as he moved there. While Sidewalk Man was in the bathroom, I found myself in a dilemma. I didn't want to return to my bedroom and lie back on the bed, as I knew he would join me there and move into a more traditional sexual situation with me. (I wanted to keep this at a show-me-yours/I'll-show-you-mine situation.) I moved to the kitchen instead. In the kitchen, I rattled a couple of pots and pans as I heard him leave my bathroom. He ended up in the kitchen as well, and I turned around to face him. His eyes were all over my body (I loved this), and he immediately started talking about my shaven state. I told him I liked being as clean-shaven as could be, though there was little to shave, and I asked him if he wanted to touch me where my pubes were missing. He started running both hands in my crotch area, and I moaned as he played with my balls and started stroking my cock. I made myself available to him, saying that I bet he couldn't find a hair anywhere on my body. He rose to the challenge, running his hands between my legs, up my buttcrack, and all over my back and chest. Both he and I were moaning by now, and I was really hard and dripping some pre-cum. I moved close to him and embraced him, whispering in his ear that I wanted him to jerk off over my body. I told him quietly that I wanted to feel his hot cum shoot all over my hairless balls. He was hard in his pants already, but when I told him what I wanted him to do, he was quick to unzip his fly. He started to get more undressed, but I told him not to, and I got down on my knees in front of his crotch. Sidewalk Man had a really nice cock, thick and not too veiny. He jerked himself, aiming the tip of his dick at my face. As he kept saying "I'm fucking you now," I moved into another position, lying back onto the kitchen floor. He was getting closer to cumming, but he remembered what I wanted, and he soon moved his body into a position where he was jerking his cock in the direction of my hairless balls. As I rolled my body around on the floor, touching my body all over, but not touching my cock, he suddenly shot his load all over my dick and my balls, with some of his cum landing on my stomach and chest. I had never touched my cock during this, and he was quick to zip up afterwards. We moved into (what is always) an uncomfortable moment after such "anonymous" sex. As I got up off the floor, I told him to stop by any time he saw me in the window, and he said he would. He quickly left the apartment. I never saw him again (I don't think so, anyway), even though I was frequently available in that bedroom window to most anybody passing by. Maybe his friend figured all this out while waiting at the Chinese restaurant for him, and they took a different route to the bars hereafter. At any rate, this encounter was a really hot one for me. I had several more encounters with guys during the daytime and the nighttime in the months ahead, and I plan to tell you about many of these guys in my "window" stories to come. Bye, temporarily, until then!