Late Nights on My Balcony

I once had a wonderful, small one-bedroom apartment on the third floor on the back side of an apartment complex. One of the few redeeming qualities of this apartment was that it faced an open field but off in the distance you could see other apartment complexes. There was also an apartment that shared a wall but the balconies themselves were not attached to one another. There was a street with nothing on it except for a shop that was about half a mile up the road. The street lights rarely went dark and they always cast a light orange glow against my balcony and building. I was in my early twenties when I had this apartment and I never closed the blinds. Being a man in his early twenties, single and with an internet connection, well, let's just say I came so many times in that apartment. I came in my bed, at my desk, on my couch, in the bathroom or in the shower and sometimes, once or twice, in the kitchen just because I could. Late one night after I came home after hanging out with some friends I was wide awake. Being where it was, it was still hot outside but not unbearably hot. I came home and decided since I wasn't going anywhere for a while I would put on my robe. I paced my apartment for a bit trying to figure out what to do. Watch television? Have a beer? Surf the web?

While I was doing this I noticed that I was rubbing my cock and getting really turned on. I knew what I wanted to do but just then, I looked outside to the still night and got even more excited. I tied up my robe and slid open the door. I put a hand in a pocket while I opened the door because now I had an incredibly intense hardon and if my neighbors were out that wasn't the first thing I wanted to be seen, but in a way, I kind of did. The idea had turned me on so much I felt my face flush. I sat down in one of my two outdoor chairs and relaxed and listened to how quiet it was. It was probably around three in the morning at this point. I relaxed and saw how quiet and peaceful everything was. Then I noticed how hard my cock was throbbing. Apparently there had been a little adrenalin rush after thinking someone might be outside on the other balcony. I had absolutely no idea who lived next door but I was always hoping it was a single woman my age. I always daydreamed about that and whenever on my balcony the thought always crossed my mind. It had crossed my mind again at this time and I felt my cock throbbing to my heartbeat as I thought of a fantasy girl next door. While looking out over the field I noticed that by this time my hand was teasing my cock as it had been known to do when I was alone. I looked around and when I saw that no one was out, I untied my robe. My robe fell to my sides as my cock instantly stood straight up. Most of my torso was exposed and everything from my hips down was completely nude. I still remember how baggy the sleeves were. I teased and eventually started just getting lost in the feeling of me teasing, not even full-on masturbating yet. Moments later I couldn't help myself and I started stroking my eight inch cock slowly. If you have read my previous story you know how much I have always loved masturbating.

This time however, was different. It was something slightly new and more risky. This thought just turned me on more and made my cock even harder. When I was simply enjoying the feeling of my hands rubbing my turgid cock the daydream of the fantasy neighbor flashed through my head. I imagined her coming out being surprised and gasping yet continuing to watch. All of the sudden I realized that I was loving the idea of being watched. This turned me on to such a level I nearly came but I chose to hold back and enjoy the feeling. I stroked longer and more intensely as I laid back in the chair, daydreaming of this fantasy girl staring at me from across the balconies. I had fantasized and edged over this idea, feeling the warm night air move over me. I felt so free, so sexual, so turned on and for once, actually sexy. I loved the idea that there might be this woman not more than a short distance away just watching as I stroked my cock. Time went on and I was just soaking up the whole feeling.

Once after closing my eyes I opened them to see a few lights of the apartment complex in the distance on. I instantly thought of someone with binoculars or a telescope secretly watching my middle of night masturbation performance. This thought turned me on so much more. I now was thinking of being watched by some pervert and a fantasy woman near me. For the first time I felt truly sexy and that someone would actually like to watch something like this. It was so serene and so blatantly sexual. This thought hit me all at once and I could feel my muscles clenching, my cock becoming so incredibly stiff and hard, my balls tightening.

I hadn't thought of bringing out anything to catch my load and now I was at the point of no return. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath and just let go. My cock shot a three spurt load and then just oozed more cum out onto the concrete. What almost felt like a near-second orgasm was the sound of the cum hitting the concrete in the silence of the night. I kind of got a little nervous right after I came, at the thought what if someone really did catch me? But I still held my cock in my hand, slowly stroking it to get out all of the cum after that incredibly intense orgasm. I watched it drip out and form small puddles on the concrete. After a while I went inside. I thought about cleaning it up and figured maybe the rains would eventually wash it away. The rains never really washed it away. Nor was that the last time I did that. I didn't do it often but sometimes I felt like doing something different and exciting. I always did it in the same chair as the cum stain would get a little bigger and bigger each time. I always liked that idea of the cum stain growing because I was masturbating outside on my balcony.

A few times people came over and asked what it was and I said it was there when I moved in. It was proof of my late night excursions. Some days I would be outside, see the spot and immediately run inside and shoot a load just to the thought of it. Even the thought of that whole night makes me want to masturbate yet again.