I just spent almost a year entertaining my neighbor with my dick. We’ve never met. [FM]

At the beginning of the pandemic, I moved into a new one bedroom apartment. Unfortunately I quickly learned that my neighbors (tenants in the building next door, one floor above) have a pretty loud and unharmonious relationship. They fight a lot, call each other names, and the whole block must be able to hear it. I’ve even heard things being thrown around, but no physical altercations from what I can tell.

Anyway, soon after that shit realization, I made another discovery. Their bedroom window and attached balcony can see directly into my bedroom, through the window that spans almost the entire back wall. Legit it feels like these buildings were built with some sort of voyeurism in mind, it’s wildly poor design. Well, unless you don’t mind being watched…

I’ve never been too shy about my body, so I didn’t think much of it early on in the apartment, when I’d be entering/exiting the shower or changing clothes/getting dressed. But as the pandemic rolled on, I took more and more advantage of living alone. After showers I’d just lounge for hours in my apt naked before getting into sweats. I sleep naked as well, so when I’d get up in the morning I would just begin my morning routine sans-clothes.

One night I got super fucked up (yes, all by myself, yay Covid!) and woke up the next morning in a haze. As I came to, fading in and out of sleep for 20 mins or so, I watched these shapes moving in the window, abstract shapes, like the shadows cast from a swaying tree or something. It was pleasant but I wasn’t really paying attention. Slowly I sobered up, until the shapes came into focus— it was a person on the balcony lol. I stared for a few more moments, still not totally lucid. Then, suddenly, our eyes met. I froze. It was jarring. Shit, it was more human interaction than I’d had in weeks.

I had been laying on top of my duvet due to hot weather and no AC, so I quickly pieced together that my neighbor had been, not necessarily staring, but having a consistent peek into my room, at my sweaty, booze-ridden body, and my entirely soft dick. Not the best look, and kinda weird that she’d now seen my flaccid penis and face. Whatever. C U at Trader Joe’s.

I got some water in my system and then returned to bed to nurse my headache, and noticed she was still there. Do I close the blinds? Is this creepy of me if I don’t? Fuck it, I thought, and left them open. I’m just existing in my apartment. Plus, having now hydrated a bit, my dick was a healthier size haha. At least I’d get some good press. I fucked around on my phone for an hour or so, glancing up when I thought to, and often finding her vaping, calling out to her bf/husband, on her phone… or looking through my window. Occasionally, our eyes would meet. She’s cute, small, maybe Latina, probably out of my league idk who’s to say lol. No but she is. All that to say, I found myself getting kind of turned on by her gaze. I felt like her pet or something, the way our units are oriented, with her looking down at me. Or like I was in an exhibit.

There were moments where her bf’s voice would sound like he was right there with her, which would give me a bit of anxiety, but she seemed to have sort of “staked a claim” to the balcony, so I slowly got more comfortable with it. Not that I’d be weirded out if he saw me, but it’s a strange setup, obviously, idk I was just going with it.

That instance turned into a bit of a, routine, I guess? Not sure that’s the word, but basically I stopped closing my blinds altogether. She was always free to have a look, and very, very often did, either from her window or from the balcony.

I was super covid safe and thus (mostly) out of the casual sex game (I’ll explain) so it became this bizarrely fulfilling dynamic. And she always had some other distractions, a book, a phone call, TikTok, her vape, etc. so she wasn’t like, staring me down like a hawk for the most part. And for a while, it was only sexual when it happened to go that way. If I was folding laundry, she’d watch me folding laundry. If I was talking to a friend, she’d watch me talking to a friend. And if I woke up with morning wood, she’d see my hard cock. Overtime, though, I did notice that those were the times she tended to be less interested in the book. Cock beats book, apparently.

The turning point of this whole saga was when she switched from her vape to smoking cigs. It meant that she was out on the balcony much more consistently, like suddenly I could count on her being there. And so that sort of led to us having these… unspoken meetups. There was no tacit acknowledgement between us, but, that wasn’t really needed. We both clearly knew what was up. It was obvious she liked to watch me, she liked what she saw, and I liked that I was interacting with a human at all, let alone an attractive woman my age (yes, one I’ve never met, who is in a relationship, that’s the way it goes I guess). It was actually great for my health in that, I kept in shape lifting weights, kept myself clean and presentable, shaved, literally solely for this one individual’s sake.

Flash forward to mid pandemic and I am probably drinking a little too much, but I’m getting my work done and if there was ever a time for vices, I felt a global plague was a solid hall pass. Anyway, those drinks made me more daring I guess, with her. They pushed me through that fourth wall, a bit further than I’d been going before. I (we? Idk I guess just me lol) began this habit of jacking off, centered right in front of my window.

It started as just an inevitable progression: I wasn’t having sex, and I wasn’t going to always masturbate on my couch just to maintain some one-way boundary. I figured I had a real-time feedback source, so if she was off put I’d know right away. But I still never did it.

One Friday, I notice the fighting has stopped. It was way quieter than usual, no bickering or raised voices. I didn’t know if the bf had moved out (he hadn’t) or was just out of town, or they just figured things out? But I guess the sudden calm felt like some sort of all clear: Saturday night, with a couple drinks in me, I look up at her cute little face lighting a cig, and she looks down, somewhat expressionless as usual, and I start to take off my pants. I’m already hard, getting harder, (female surveillance has always had this effect on me lol) and as I take off my briefs, the waistband snags my dick on the way down. My cock bounces up and down before settling straight, taut. I look up to take a poll— she’s holding her lit cigarette by her side, letting it burn. She’s standing. She’s usually seated. Great. I’ll continue then, seems like the attention is positive.

I squirt some lotion into my hand and slowly wrap my fingers around my shaft. The cold wet lotion felt amazing as it lubricated my warm cock, which, thanks to some poor architectural decisions by the developers of our two units, I’m sure she could read the expression on my face. I took another check in glance— she had resumed smoking but hadn’t sat down, instead was now casually leaning forward against the railing, looking very cool, but in my head I thought “yeah if the roles were reversed, I’d be leaning in for a better look too.” Gotta be confident when you’re doing these pandemic induced peep shows, folks. It’s a must. Thanks alcohol!

Her lean-in has got me going, I guess, as I’m now rock fucking hard. Like one of those erections where it’s borderline painful but you’re too aroused to care at all. I tend to measure-up at a little over 7 inches, but on that inaugural night I could have sworn I hit a personal best, comfortably past my usual 7-ish inch benchmark, it seemed. Who’d of thought this would be the scenario that took my dick up a notch. Not me lmao.

My cock head is big, thicker than the rest of my shaft, but tonight it was like an anchor, I could feel it’s weight almost. My usually sub-optimal girth (self ascribed, it’s decent, above average, but most guys with my length are thicker, according to internet), was now EXTRA-plump. I used a penis pump for a month in college (wanted to experiment, + luckily had the fwb to share the data with), and holding it in my hand at that moment felt like I’d just pumped it up for real. I wondered if she could tell the difference between this state and my usual morning wood or occasional post-shower hard on. Probably not but fun to imagine.

After marveling at my erection for too long, I began to stroke. Slowly. From base to tip, each inch taking a full second, twisting my wrist along the way. Once I reached my head, I held it for a second, then pushed down a bit before releasing. This is a known move from back in my camming days. People love the bounce. It’s a great way to illustrate the weight of what you’re working with. I wanted her to see how insanely hard I was. I watched my cock bounce too. I didn’t need to look at her, I knew she was watching.

I repeated this sequence three or four times, of slowly stroking to the tip, then pulling down slightly and releasing for a bounce.

Then I did something ballsy. I looked up at her, in the eyes, and held that eye contact as I again slowly slid down my pulsing dick. I watched her eyes flit between mine and my engorged meat. When I got to the end, this time, I pulled down on my head a bit harder, so that my cock would bounce back up enough to loudly and aggressively thwack against my abs. I thought I was in control, but seeing her bite her lip in response nearly sent me over the edge. Like I really almost had a no-contact ejaculation from this girls reaction to my theatrics. Sexual validation is powerful.

That well timed lip-bite of hers unlocked in me a whole world of fantasies, fantasies that up to that point, didn’t exist, because I’d never really gotten anything back from her. And I didn’t ask or need for anything back, being watched is enough for me— but this small signal, this affirmation, this kernel of truth allowed me to imagine her as more than just a bored onlooker from above, looking to escape the monotony of quarantine. Even if in reality, it was just that. At that point (and this is all still the case) I didn’t know what was going on in her life, or her relationship. All I knew is we were two strangers doing what was best for us in a strange time. I didn’t want to mess with her relationship, or impact her life beyond her balcony. But I did fuck her in my head. A lot. All the time. Constantly deep-dicking this girl, in my head, while jacking off, while she watches me, she, the girl I’m imagining burying my dick inside of.

So that began on that night. Those imaginings. And in that moment, my goal was to not only put on the show she seemed to want, but to communicate with my body, that: I wasn’t just jacking off, that I was imaging her pussy on my cock. I would never say anything, but those were the vibes I was sending. (God this corona shit has me fucked up. Let me out lol.)So she bit her lip, and I almost came, thankfully didn’t, would’ve been a bad first impression. But my plumped up cock head was now glazed with pre-cum. With my dick now doubly lubricated, I formed a tight seal around my shaft with my hand, and pushed through, slowly parting the tight seal, trying to simulate the rhythm and release of that initial penetration into a tight pussy. No more “locking eyes” but I did glance up at this moment, it felt natural and I was going with my gut at that point. She was on her second cig. I imagined entering the stranger’s slit. Is that wrong of me? As she pulls from her cigarette I envision pushing further into her warm wetness, its slight resistance beckoning me deeper.

As my slow but steady thrust pushed my cockhead past the far edge of my right hand, I slowly, with exaggerated care, place my left hand in the path of my thrust. I want her to know how long it would take for me to fully enter her. I want her to sit with this moment and think about. I want her to see the control I have over my body and my hips. I want her to take note of my two hand grip. And I definitely want her to see my cock head emerge, past my second hand, giving her an idea of scale, and maybe suggesting that she consider this scale on her own body’s terms. Where would he be inside of me now?

I hoped that my cock head’s final jutting-out from my hand, that last nudge and reveal, might remind her of the sensation of the head of a cock nuzzling into place at the back wall of her pussy. It’s certainly what I was imagining. (One perk of fucking someone in your head is that your dick always fits perfectly).

I pull out of my lubed up hands and without hesitation begin to steadily pick up speed with my thrusting, still pushing myself all the way in, so that each thrust ends with my cock head peeking out from the end of my two-handed grip. Soon enough, I am fully gyrating, my hips think it’s the real deal, I’m fully demonstrating the heavy deep dicking that she’s getting in my mind. It’s a lot, but I don’t care. So is this whole fucking everything ever.

I continued that for a while, before switching it up. With one hand, I switched between fast and slow strokes. Sort of an artisanal approach. Pinky out. Lol jk. Basically I fucking jacked off. I worked the head, the shaft, the balls, the whole 7.2 yards. I made sure she got all the angles.

I think she could tell I was getting close to cumming, because she put out her cig early, looked barely half smoked. I wanted to be sure she saw so I kept shooting glances. Saw her give a quick but unconcerned glance over her shoulder. Watched her sit down and scoot the chair closer. I wanted to think she sat down so she could generate some sensation, as I’ve heard women report is easy to do discreetly while seated. More likely she was tired of standing and watching a stranger touch himself and wanted to have a seat. I will say, she had one hand slung over the balcony, with the other seemingly buried in her lap. The facade of balcony was just metal bars so I could see but only kinda.

But in that moment, for the sake of bettering my imminent orgasm, I told myself she was soaked and going at it.

It was hard not to look at her while I came, as it’s sort of a habit from porn to look at what you’re imagining you’re fucking, but in a rare moment of pre-nut clarity, I thought “You know what? That would be too much.” Instead, I took my mental image of her, bent her over, and pushed myself deep inside of her, my thighs pressing hard against her ass. And truthfully, after the months of build-up, and sexual frustration, something happened chemically in my brain, where I sincerely felt like transported to that balcony, and into that pussy. I felt it, some neural-illusion shit, but I felt vagina on my cock, the pressure, the warmth, the grip and the comforting female presence that emanated from the body I was to about to fill with hot cum.

What followed was a fucking volcano of ejaculate, straight Eyjafjallajökull up in here. The cum did not stop coming. She must have thought me to be some sort of human-sprinkler hybrid the way I was sssk sssk sssk sssk sssk shooting ropes of hot jizz all over my room.

After catching my breath, I looked up at her, not sure what to expect. Her hand was covering her mouth. She pulled it away. She looked both impressed and very shocked. Then a big smile, which she seemed to be trying to suppress, which made it feel more genuine? I felt warm inside. It made my whole mid-quar. She gathered herself and her unfazed expression returned, with the addition of perhaps the slightest, most barely detectable sliver of a grin remaining. She gave thumbs up and a nod, grabbed her cigs, and went back into her apartment.

I won’t lie, the thumbs up + the elevated balcony really had me feeling like the gladiator of masturbation. The Masturbadiator.

ANYWAY…… that was just the first time. Her boyfriend must have gotten some out-of-town job, because they continue to make for very loud, energized, internally angry neighbors, but it’s now very sporadic… as though he is leaving for short stints/weekends, or is taking a massive dose of Xanax every now and then.

From then till now, when the stars have aligned, which has been pretty often considering the circumstances, I will drop trow and stroke one out for my girl upstairs and across the way. I know it’s gotten a bit personal now because I’ve been a little paranoid about other people seeing, which, idk if I would’ve cared much before? Like for her eyes only or something. There’s a unit above theirs that could see in but it’s been empty and unfurnished, no sign of life since I moved in.

How have things changed since that first night?

* It’s getting warm again and her outfits are giving me a better look at her tight lil bod during the day to day, non performative moments. The no bra + crop top combo, combined with her elevation over me, gives me a great underside view of what are shockingly perfect boobs. Feels intentional. Like she wants to partake almost.
* Idk if she did that first night, but she (not every time) doesn’t hesitate to touch herself when I’m going at it. She’s not whipping out a dildo, but she makes sure to position her legs so that I can see she’s not just watching out of curiosity. Most recently she had to get up and bounce before I finished as she clearly soaked through whatever thin layer she was wearing. Also some subtle head roll-eyes closing type indications.
* Inevitably I’ve bumped into her around the neighborhood on walks and such. It’s no biggie, maybe a nod, easy to play pretend with the masks.
* I’ve started (slowly) hooking up w/ people again, and she’s definitely seen me laying pipe. I don’t do this intentionally, and I don’t think she’s seeking it out. It’s warm and she’s on the balc, and I forget to close the blinds in the heat of the moment. Maybe twice.
* I’ve got some cool lights in my room now, to make things a little more theatrical lol.

Anyway that’s it! Get vaccinated!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nui0mi/i_just_spent_almost_a_year_entertaining_my

43 comments on “I just spent almost a year entertaining my neighbor with my dick. We’ve never met. [FM]

  1. This is Hunter S. Thompson meets *Dear Penthouse*.

    I look forward to all the sociological studies that’ll n human sex and relationships following in the wake of the pandemic.

  2. What a great story. I’ve been an incorrigible exhibitionist for years, with lots of adventures of my own. But this is quite literally the ultimate fantasy. Congrats!

  3. Really well written, especially the double-handed head peeping (definitely my favorite part). Thank you. Makes me wish I could be a girl on a balcony watching.

  4. Story aside, you deserve all the karma for The Masturbadiator. 🤣

  5. Fantastic, super hot and fun, and we’ll written. Really enjoyed

  6. I think you caused someone to start smoking cigarettes. How naughty.

  7. Do you ever think of taking it a step further but still keep the separation? Maybe create a Kik account and write it on a sign you can show her when she is watching you. Maybe have a few rules written out too, I.e. only to be used during your sessions, for picture sharing, comments & suggestions only?

  8. This is by far one of the most well-written stories I’ve read on here. Congrats! Can’t wait to hear more ;)

  9. DAMN IT! I came here to fap, not to laugh!

    P.S.: Thanks a lot for that, made my night better!

  10. Absolutely awesome, wonderful writing too. Sounds like the most incredible build up in existence, no wonder you blew like an Icelandic volcano

  11. That was fucking *awesome*.

    Please note that I don’t use this account to comment – you really wrote something mad special here

  12. Well… This straight up is one of the best things I’ve read this year. I hope there’s more stories to follow from you good sir, as I await to hear them very eagerly.

  13. Well, I’m definitely more warm and slippery after reading that, so thanks from a fellow perv. Great writing, really engaging, and hot af.

  14. A great read! Sexy as hell, clever, and better written than 99% of the smut I see…

  15. I didn’t expect that reading a story about masturbation could be quite so engaging. You write so well. I’d encourage you to write more (if you don’t already).

  16. So this is glorious. Thank you. I will note that you slyly slipped in at the end that your friend across the way has seen you when you’re fuckin’. And I think maybe there might be an audience for those stories. And the audience is… my pants.

  17. Well both of you guys are damn sexually frustrated. All this you are doing is just making the frustration even stronger. I dare saying you’ll, at some point, get together for some spontaneous fun. Or it will end without that happening? Things like that tend to end with time or even abruptly sometimes.

    What would you say is the distance, in meters, between you and her during these voyeuristic sessions?

    What do you think might have been her reaction on you scoring someone in her view? Did you sense her being envious, angry or in an other emotional state? Was there any change in her after she possibly saw you with someone?

    Also please take into consideration that you made her return to real cigarettes – you can agree you influence on her life!

  18. Beautifully written, and connected to something real. Very sexy. Thanks.

  19. Wow, what an awesome written story.

    Honestly, alone the thought nearly kills me that this is happening.
    Mad respect for you, since I know I probably would screw that horrible up.
    I probably would ask her if she would not like to come over to have a closer look at it while just doing it next to each other.

  20. I’m trying to understand the layout a bit more… how far away do you think she is? like 30 feet + 10 feet higher?

  21. Not again…where do these amazing writers come from? How am I meant to get stuff done when there are so many good stories?

    *goes to profile to follow*

  22. LOL @ “Masturbadiator”… best name I’ve ever seen on reddit!

    I’m going to go ahead and strongly suggest that, after one of your mutual masturbadiation sessions, you just hold up a sign saying, “Want to come over?” and see what happens. Actually, do that mid-session. Yeah ;-)

  23. Haha. Good on you embracing the naughtyness and adventure. A good example of making the most of a situation.

    Are you going to have sex with girls while looking at the balcony? (don’t even know if that’s possible… But in my imagination it’s possible haha)

    Great story. Got me jealous at the girl and you at the same time 😂👌

  24. This was an amazing read, I really felt like I was there (or I wished I was)!

  25. This was a fantastic read. Bravo. Hope to see more updates. Following

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