Brothers and lovers  Sent in by Jim

My fingers paused in midstroke on the keyboard as I
contemplated how I would phrase the rest of the sentence.  I had
a clear idea of what exactly I wanted to say in this marketing
plan but, like always, putting it down into words for everyone
else to understand was the big challenge.
     As they always did in these situations, my eyes strayed out
the window of my office.  Picking out the usual site, a large
expanse of gray stone studded with windows which formed the
office building next door, I was about to return to my work when
something new caught my eye.  In the window across from mine
there was a fully furnished office with a man sitting at his desk
talking on the phone.
     That office had been empty ever since I'd come to work for
Sendco, about six months ago, so it was with a great deal of
interest that I focused my gaze on my new neighbor.  He was
dressed in a charcoal business suit with a pinstriped shirt and a
red tie.  Since he was turned toward his window while talking, I
could make out his lean, squared face and his closely cropped
black hair.
     This figure captured my imagination, and I wondered what his
name was, what he did for a living, and where he bought his ties.
He looked like a Derek.  I'm not sure why that name popped to
mind, but sometimes you just meet people who you assign names to
just because they fit that person.  After settling on his name, I
started trying to figure out what his occupation was.
Suddenly his eyes caught mine.  Green wise eyes danced with
amusement as a smile touched his face.  It plucked dimples out
from under his hard cheekbones, and I felt a blush come to my
face.  I smiled back quickly and then turned away to return to my
desk.
     I wondered what he thought about my staring at him.  I was
hoping he didn't think I was some sort of peeping Tom.  It had
been completely unintentional.  I'd just kind of spaced out for a
little.  Yeah, that's what it'd been.
     Plunging back into my work, I forgot all about the window
encounter for the rest of the day.  It wasn't until I got into my
car and started the drive home did his face swim back up in my
mind's eye.  The second question returned with it, and for some
strange reason I listed and rejected several different
occupations before settling on investment broker.  That decided,
I entered my house and sat down to a delicious meal prepared by
my beautiful wife.

     "Seth, is it okay if I leave?" Judi asked me, peeking her
head in the door.
     "Yeah, go ahead.  I'm almost done in here too.  I won't need
you for anything else," I answered.
     "Thanks.  I'll see you tomorrow."
     "Bye."
     After she left, I continued looking through the corporate
report just dumped on my office a half hour ago.  I wanted to get
a head start on the reading before the meeting tomorrow morning.
Reaching for my coffee as I turned the page, I noticed that it
was gone.  Hoping Judi hadn't emptied the last of it before
leaving, I went into the outer office.
     Unfortunately I found it had indeed been cleaned up.  I was
just about to return to my office when I heard the fax machine
beep.  Going over to it, I watched as a piece of clean white
paper slowly dripped out of the machine.
     Taking the paper in hand, I read the handwritten message
printed in capital letters. 
     -Join me for this beautiful view.-
     My heart began to pound a little faster as I realized that
this could have only come from my mystery man across the way.
He'd found out where I worked and gotten my fax number.  Why had
he gone to all that trouble?  I copied down the sender number and
then returned to my office.
     I noticed that his light was on, so I went to the window and
looked across.  He was busy typing away at his laptop but shortly
turned and smiled.  He was only wearing a white shirt with dark
pants.  He lifted his hands and gestured out expansively at the
city beyond our windows.
     My eyes turned to this, and I drank in the sight of the
millions of lights sparkling in dark landscape.  When I looked
back into his window, I saw he'd turned and was writing something
on a piece of paper.  Then he went to his fax machine.
     Sure enough, within a few seconds I heard the beep in the
other room, and I went to pick up the next fax.
     -Do you like watching me?-
     Not quite sure how to respond to this, I just went back into
my office and looked at him again.  He raised his eyebrows to
prompt me.  I shrugged.  How could I explain to him that I just
had been lost in thought that day and wound up staring at him for
no particular reason?
     Yet, I had to admit to myself that there was more to it than
that.  Idle curiosity had struck my brain, and for some reason I
was fascinated with this man, a complete stranger who'd moved
into that empty office across the way.  Why wouldn't my mind let
go of him?  What more did I want from this guy?
     When he went to his fax machine again, I immediately left to
wait.
     -I like watching you.-
     Those words bore straight through to my heart, speeding it
up even faster.  Clenching the note in my fist, I dropped it in
the wastebasket in my rush to leave.

     It took me a week before I felt I could face him again.  I
didn't know what to make of those words: I like watching you.
What did that mean?  Was he some freak who liked to spy on
people?  Did he try and find out everything about them for...for
what?  Why would he do that?  Curiosity?  Was he just some psycho
who didn't need a reason?
     The fact that he went to the trouble to find out where I
worked and my number added more credence to my wild theory, but
my curiosity about this man grew.  Now I had even more
information on him, and I just couldn't get enough.  This odd
fascination continued to grow until finally I knew I just had to
talk to him.
     Since he didn't try to contact me during the week, I felt
even better that his motives weren't sinister.  I'd almost
convinced myself that his interest in me was just as innocent as
mine was in him by the time I stayed late the next time.  (If you
can call my interest innocent.)
     I brought the fax machine into the office with me after Judi
left and closed the door.  Then I opened the curtains and looked
across.  There sat my mysterious stranger with his tie hanging
loose around his neck and talking on the phone.  I stood there
until he finished with his call.  Somehow I knew he could sense
my eyes on him, and it didn't take long before he looked over.
That mischievious smile slid onto his face, and he nodded his
head in greeting.  I smiled back, surprising myself with the
genuineness of it.  It was like I was greeting an old friend. 
I wrote out my message and sent it through the fax machine.
     -I like watching you too.  I'm Seth.  Who are you?-
     I sat down in my chair while I waited for him to read it.
He looked up and smiled at me before he started writing his
reply.
     -I'm Kent.  I'd like to see more of you.-
     Just when I thought I'd gotten the upper hand in this
mystery game, he raised the stakes.  What did he mean by "see
more of you?"  Didn't he want to know more about me?  Wasn't that
what this was all about?  Or had I completely misjudged the
dynamics of this situation?
     -What do you do?- wound up being my lame reply.  I hoped to
gain control over the situation again by putting him on the
offensive even though I was more curious to see what he had in
mind.
     -Take off your shirt.-
     I crumpled this up and threw it away.  What was he doing?  I
stared out the window and saw him standing there with his arms
crossed as if challenging me.  He wasn't going to budge.  He was
the one who knew all the rules, and if I didn't play by them,
then I wouldn't find out anything.
     My fingers slowly worked their way down the buttons,
trembling only slightly--in nervousness? no, excitement--and soon
I was shedding the clean white cotton to reveal the smooth flesh
of my lean torso.  I smiled back at him as I tossed the shirt
aside and proudly presented my chest.  Now I understood that this
was the same game, just more efficient.  He could tell that I
took care of myself but wasn't too obsessed with my body to the
point of having bulging muscles.  Now I wanted to find out about
him.
     -Take off yours.-
     Kent nodded and efficiently made short work of his own
pinstriped business attire.  In the center of his chest, between
well-defined pectorals, nestled a curly patch of black hair.  He
either worked out or else came from a family with very nice
genes.
     -What kind of underwear do you have on?-
     I laughed out loud as I read this one, and felt a slight tug
on my cock as an idea came to mind. 
     Turning my back on him, I casually unbuttoned my pants and
slowly slid the zipper down while my heart started to beat
faster.  I let the pants fall to my ankles giving him a good view
of my backside closely cupped by a pair of white Jockey shorts.
Then I stepped out of my pants and turned around, giving him an
exaggerated shrug and a smile.
     He gave an appreciative nod, and I started writing on a
fresh piece of paper.  As I started in with what had become my
typical response--matching his ideas--I decided to go a little
farther.  This time I would up the ante.
     -Take it all off.-
     I started laughing again as I sent this one through.  The
idea of two business executives stripping twenty stories above
the ground suddenly became very amusing to me.  But it was also
intriguing and exciting.  I didn't have to feel my heart beat any
faster to know I was thoroughly enjoying this.  I figured that it
would end soon though; I was certain my request was going a
little too far.
     Just as I thought, he didn't undress but instead started
writing a response.  Although I was surprised by his answer.
     -106.9-
     I went over to my boombox and tuned in this station.  There
was a slow modern dance tune playing.  I turned it up a little
and then walked back to my desk.  Kent was grinding his hips in
time with the beat and stripping off his pants.  Once these were
gone, I held my breath unconsciously as he hooked his fingers in
the sides of his bikini undershorts.  In a heartbeat (and mine
was beating pretty damn fast by then) his thick cock was waving
free.
     He was semi hard and much thicker than any others I'd ever
seen.  His heavy balls hung below with curly black hair coating
them.  A thick mat of hair grew at the base of his pubic area.
My own cock snapped to attention within seconds of seeing this
man's impressive equipment.
     Then he turned and went to write something.  I got a good
view of his smooth ass cheeks just above his powerful long legs.
It took me a little longer than usual to go to my machine and
pick up the fax.  I couldn't get enough of the sight of this
beautiful naked man.  He'd completely revealed himself to me, and
in so doing the game had ended, but it had also changed
completely.
     -Touch yourself.-
     Could he see my erection through my underwear? I didn't
know, but I was happy to oblige his request.  My cock had been
aching for my touch as soon as he'd yanked off his underwear.
I slid my hand slowly down my chest and slipped it inside my
undershorts.  My cock sprang into my hand, and I slowly started
running my fingers up and down its hot length.  Kent just sat in
his chair, legs spread, and watched me intently.  I returned his
concentrated gaze, allowing my eyes free reign all over his
strong sexy body.  My hips started driving forward, forcing my
cock harder against my hand.
     With a tremendous force of will, I broke away from this
pleasure to write another note.
     -Stroke yourself.-
     Kent grabbed his hard cock as he went to sit down at his
desk.  He slowly ran his fist up and down his thick erection.  He
dipped a finger in his mouth and then ran it all around the head
of his cock.
     I just had to be naked with him.  I quickly stripped off my
underwear and matched him stroke for stroke as I felt my heart
race even faster.  When he got up to write another message, I
paused in my stroking despite my cock's complaints.  I couldn't
wait to find out what he had in store for us next.
     -I want to see you come.-
     Of course.  That was the only way this could end, and it was
how I wanted it to end.  I wanted to come for him.  That last
private act that opened a human being up so completely to
another.  Yes, I would have an orgasm, and so would he.
     -Let's come together.-
     I grabbed the hand lotion from the bottom drawer of my desk
and sat down with it.  After pouring a large glob out onto my
hand, I encased my cock in my slippery fist and started my slow
pleasurable journey towards release.  Sweat started gathering on
my skin as my arousal fed my body temperature.  The sight of Kent
jacking off just across from me helped raise that temperature
even more.
     The image of his fist pounding on his thick cock drove me to
stroke faster and faster.  Soon my hips were rising off the chair
as I strived to get more and more ecstasy from this act.  My
other hand roved quickly all over my body, pinching my nipples,
stroking my abs, playing with my pubic hair, and caressing my
balls.
     I was wild as I masturbated that night for Kent.  I could
see he enjoyed it just as much as I.  Soon he was coming, and I
saw his face contort as the orgasm enveloped him.  The white jets
of semen that spurt from his cock sent a shiver through my body,
and my balls constricted at that moment.  I gave in completely to
this mind blowing orgasm and barely felt the hot splashes of my
cum splatter all over my chest.
     Looking over at Kent after I recovered, I saw him dipping a
finger into a puddle of cum on his chest and bring it to his
mouth to lick it clean.  Coming down from my high, I felt a
sudden shame at what I'd done.  I couldn't enjoy the sight of him
eating his own come.  With the memory of my orgasm fading, I
quickly got up and started dressing.
     While I enjoyed the sex I had that night with my wife, the
last thought I had before falling asleep that night was of Kent
as he came on himself.