Who's Watching?

I work in a large office building in a large city on the west coast. The building I work in is guarded by a team of security guards. My office window overlooks several other buildings. I discovered a few mornings ago that a particular security guard I've had my eye on for months comes in early to the basement lockerroom to shower and put on his uniform. I noticed because i liked to see what's going on in any lockerroom, you know - naked men, urinals and the sweet smell of sweat and men. The guys name is Tony and fits the description of every Tony I have every met, 6' 2" 170-190, hard cut muscles, nice face and hair as black as night. Little did I know I would soon see more than his gorgeous face. I make it a point now to get to work early and cruise the lockerroom. One morning, as I was checking out the line of urinals and stalls, I heard someone come in the outer door, peeking around the corner of the wall I saw it was Tony standing in front of his locker. He looked hot and sweaty probably from jogging to work. He slipped off his thin white muscle shirt over his head and I damn near faited, his pecs were cut and shaped wonderfully with nice pick nipples crowning his glory. He has a thick line of black hair between his pecs that starts at his neck and disappears into his shorts. He threw his sweaty shirt over the bench behind him. He sat on the bench and opened his jogging shoes and flipped each of them off and tugged at the sweaty wet socks throwing them on top of the shirt. I quickly but silently hurried to a mop closet at the end of the row of lockers and went inside. From in there you could see between the slats in the door everything that went on in the rows between the lockers. Tony turned and straddled the narrow bench and was rubbing his overstuffed looking bulge in his shorts. Tony stood back up and with one swift move slid his sky blue jogging shorts down to his ankles and with a kick, the shorts landed on top of the growing pile of sweaty jogging clothes on the floor beside him. I stared in awe as this italian hunk stood before me in just a well worn looking jock strap containing what appeared to be an impressive piece of meat. Tony hooked his thumps in the back of his jock strap and bending over slid it down over his feet. Before he threw the jock on the floor, he took a good long sniff of the crotch and smiled. Tony's long uncut cock dangled from a mass of thick curly pubic hair and rested on two balls about the size of lemons. Tony gave his pride and joy a good feel and strutted off to the shower room. In seconds he was out of sight and I could hear water running. My dick was hard in my shorts and it made walking hard. I moved quickly and silently across the floor and down the row of lockers to where Tony had left his jogging clothes. I bent down slightly as I passed the pile and scooped up his jock strap and shorts, stuffing them into my pockets. I made my way to the shower room door and carefully peeked around the corner. Tony was standing in a cloud of steam and spray, but I could still make out his fine form and that beautiful dick dancing between his legs as he soaped up his body. He payed special attention to his dick, balls and very hairy ass. As he washed his ass crack he bent over and soaped the hot little hole buried in his crack. By now my dick was out of my pants and I was beating it furiously watching the hunk rinse the soap from his body. He finished with the rinse and walked to a shelf where he got a bottle, pouring the contents of the bottle on his shoulders he massaged his fine pecs, biceps, chest and stomach with what appeared to be body oil. More oil was rubbed on his legs and feet. He took great pleasure in oiling his now swelling meat, he carefully peeled back the tight foreskin and pinched the exposed head of his now glistening dick. He cupped his huge balls and oiled the sac throwing his head back with delight. He bent forward and reached behind him, apparently slipping his fingers into his now slick and hairy hole. Tony walked back to the shower head and began to rinse the oil. His dick now thick and very hard, standing up his belly and throbbing with every hearbeat was in his hand, he pulled the foreskin back hard and began to quicken the pace of his shower oil jack off. My dick was running rivers of precum and as I beat it harder the precum splattered onto my suit pants. With great reluctance, I slipped my huge meat back into my jockies and vowed to wait till I could have my pants down in my office and have a good hard jackoff. Tony began to moan and mumble as his boiling cum got closer to the surface, one hand roamed his massive chest and armpits, pinching nipples while his other get up the frantic pace on the oily dick in his hand. Then with a huge drawing in of breath between his teeth, Tony thrust his hips forward, shoulders back, pulled down sharply on his balls and shot a rope of thick man cream at least three feet into the middle of the shower room. He yanked back on his dick and another thick rope blasted through the room to splat on the floor. He then slammed his fist forward and back very hard shooting not one but two in quick time through the air. The floor drain sucked the huge floating thick cum down and down until all disappeared. Tony rinsed off his rapidly shrinking dick and balls and headed for his towel. He dryed quickly and I watched from behind a row of lockers as he slipped on a pair of pouch jockies securing his dick and balls sligtly to the left, struggled into socks and shoes and donned his uniform. He stuffed the pile of jogging clothes into his bag and threw them into the locker, not missing the jock strap and shorts. He strutted to the door and his post in the front office lobby. I dried the precum off my pants with a towel, hoping no one would notice and made my way toward the elevators, passing Tony in the lobby with a nod and he returned a grin. I vowed to see more of this hunk in the future and next time would bring a camera. I rode the elevator to the 23rd floor and made my way to my office, closed the door and started my day of seemingly senseless writing of reports no one would every read. Before long the lunch hour arrived and I could hear the other people on the floor leaving for their hour lunch. I spend my lunch in my office with the door locked scanning the windows of the other buildings to see if anyone is doing anything interesting with their lunch hour. Across the street is an older building that has clear glass windows, on about the 15 floor is guy sitting in his office bent over a desk full of work. For some reason I focus in on this guy, with my binoculars mounted on a tripod, leaving my hands free to do whatever. He can't see me because of the smoked windows but I sure can see him, the sun is shining full on his large window, lighting him up fine. Just before I loose interest and turn to someone else this guy, in a suit about 25 or so, pushes back his papers, reaches in his desk and pulls out a magazine. A jackoff book off hot pussy? No, the guy pages through a magazine of naked guys that look all to be uncut hispanic guys. The guy in the window walkes over an locks his door, returns to this desk chair, lays the magazine open on the desk opens his belt and fumbles with his pants and lets them slide to the floor. He is standing at the window in his very narrow cut bikini underwear rubbing the bulge in the front. He pulls at his tie and takes off his suit coat. He opens his shirt and starts to rubb his hair chest and pinch some very nice nipples. I step back from the binoculars, check the door lock and strip till I'm naked. The prospect of watching this stranger jack off in his office has caused my 8" to become ramrod hard and stick straight out again drooling precum onto my legs. Then I remember this morning, I pull the Tony's jock and shorts from my pockets on my coat, step back up to the binoculars and again focus on the guy in the window.The guy is naked now leaning back in his chair stroking a big hard cock. I press the jock to my nose and take a good long whiff, I smell man sweat, a hint of piss and the remain of cum in the jock. I stuff my mouth full with the crotch of Tony's jock and with lots of spit start sucking the juices out of the worn jock. I can taste his piss and dick as I suck on the worn thin material. The guy in the window is now standing with a pair of binoculars in one hand and his dick in the other. The man in the window is beating his meat rough and hard pressing the swollen head to the glass. I continue sucking Tony's jock and wondering how it would be to suck Tony's cock. I need lube on my very hot and hard cut cock, I reach around to the desk drawer and find some "wet" the lube that lasts for ever. I pour the lube on and continue my fast, hot and hard masturbation. The guy in the window is very close to shooting his load now, he's strutting around the room with his huge hard cock in his hand beating hard and fast. His free hand roams his hairy chest and between his legs and cups his balls all the while glancing at the hot latins boys in the magazine. All at once he rushes to the window, presses the head of his dick against the glass slams down on his dick and cum floods the glass like whipped cream again and again the man shoots on the window, the cum runs like rivers down the glass. The man kneels and begins to lick the cum off the window, slapping his rapidly softening dick against the glass. I am very near and Tony's jock is soaked with my spit. I carefully putb the jock in a plastic zip lock bag and continue my jacking. Faster and faster my hand flys up and down my big dick, beating my balls hard against my leg. I sit in my chair and lean back so I can finger my tight ass hole with a lubed middle finger, pushing hard so all the finger goes in. I stand up and reach around pushing my finger hard into my ass hole, finding the hot spot in my guts and jabbing it. I began shooting cum, rope after rope onto the floor and desk enjoying the emptying feeling of finally getting my rocks off. It will take me a few minutes to clean up the mess but it's worth it. The cum on the desk disappears onto my tonge and down my throat giving me that familiar cellery taste I love. It's now three days later, I have watched Tony's morning routine in the shower each day - have replaced his worn jock with a new one without him knowing and watched the man in the window beat his meat with his hispanic boy pictures every day. It's just before lunch and I'm sitting at my desk muching celery sticks thinking about making a pass at Tony. My dick is hard in my pants and I have slipped it out of the leg of my undershorts to point down my leg so I could stroke it through the material. My office door opens and the mailroom guy enters, a Puerto Rican about 20. His build is average, nice biceps and what looks to be a hose down the left leg of his tight jeans. I stand up to take my mail, the boy steps closer and is looking at my crotch and says, "Whoa man, your snake is loose in your pants". His big dick down his leg is pressed hard into the rounded corner of my desk and his is humping the wood top slightly.I tell him, "This happens every day at lunch, it's my afternoon boner". The boy smiles and says, "Yeah, I get those everytime I get around all these guys in their suits". He step back from the desk and rubs his now hard dick in down the leg of his jeans. The boy says, "I'm always looking for extra money if you want to have some fun today". Still rubbing the head of his dick. I ask him what he meant by "having some fun". He explained that for twenty bucks he would "help me with my afternoon boner". I asked "Help how?" He says, "for twenty I can get you off with my hand, or for forty, I'll do ya with my mouth." I asked him, "How about your hot little ass, how much for that?" He smiles and says, "No man, I don't go for butt bangin" I tell him "fuck me with that thing, pointing to his now immense cock, and I'll make it fifty." The boy says "You got a deal, rubbers and lube on you". I tell him to come back during lunch time. Just after everyone had left the floor, the mailroom boy comes into my office and locks the door, he says "we still cool for the fifty fuck?" I tell him sure and I start stripping down. I help the hot little hispanic with his jeans and discover he doesn't wear underwear. His dick is already hard and is about 9". I swallow hard at the prospect of having that uncut monster shoved up my butt. I hand the boy a rubber and watch him roll the latex skin over his fine looking dick, his dick is brown like his skin but when the head of his dick is exposed it is pink. His dick disappears into the rubber and I smear the lube on, he enjoys the tight fist I have for his thick monster. I turn and brace my self on the edge of the desk. The boy walkes up to me and pressed the large head of his dick against my exposed man pussy, he gives a slight push and the head slips easily into my well used hole. He leans hard into me and puts his arms around my chest to get a good hold. At first his moves his dick slowly in and out of he hole, then picks up the pace until he is slamming me hard into the desk. I clear my desk with my arms and he lays me chest down on the cool wooden surface. He grips my hips hard now and is fucking me hard and fast, this is worth fifty dollars I tell myself. The boy starts to mumble is spanish and I know by the huge size of his dick in my ass he is ready. A few hard shoves later and this beautiful mumbling hispanic boy with the big dick is filling the rubber with latin cum. When he finally slumps over my back and withdraws his meat, I take the rubber, tie the end closed and slip it into my desk drawer. His dick is wet and flops from side to side, he dresses quickly and leaves with his money. My big dick is very hard and I get a good hold on it with one hand and retrieve the rubber full of cum with the other, I pour the still warm Peurto Rican cum over my hard dick and beat hard as I can. After several minutes of remembering the big dick that was just up my ass, I start to shoot huge ropes of cum into my hand and rubb it in on my dick adding my cum to the hispanic boys. I dress and return to my desk to think of Tony and eat celery sticks.