Voyeur at local sports center

My name is Johnny and I visit our local sports-centre every Saturday morning to play a game of squash with a work colleague. I love squash, I am 21 but am told I look younger, fairly athletic build and I consider myself to be reasonably good looking.
I am six foot one, short brown hair, I weigh 168 pounds and have done my fair share at the gym over the past few years so my build is what I would call okay, no more. I shave off what little chest hair I have got but for some reason God blessed me or cursed me, whichever way you look at it, with extensive hair on my legs and ass. I don’t mess with my leg hair or ass at all. My cock is average size. Reasonably wide girth, long overhanging foreskin

I have had the odd homosexual experience so far but nothing more than a blowjob. I consider myself to be bisexual and have shagged a few girls but to be honest I get a real thrill letting other guys see me naked, and preferred the feel of a guy giving me a blowjob over the girls attempts.

Most Saturdays my squash opponent is Andy, who I only know through work. He is 23, totally straight, married with a young daughter and I am really want to see him naked. Only each week he arrives wearing his squash gear and always goes straight home to take a shower after our game, so I am destined to wait a little longer on that front.

Anyway, after each game I always go to the changing (locker) room to get changed beforehand and back again for a shower after the game. Over the past month or two I have noticed a young guy (maybe 19-20) who just seems to be staring at me ( or my body) almost the whole time I am changing. Whenever I cast a glance in his direction he always looks away or pretends to be rummaging in his kitbag, but I can tell he’s definitely watching me as he changes. I really get a thrill from this if I am honest.

For the first few weeks, I just let it pass, but gradually I have been getting a little more excited at the prospect of letting this handsome young guy ogle my naked body and I have deliberately been giving him a show. I started off making sure that I stripped naked directly in his view so that he can get a good eyeful of my dick and balls. When I walk to the showers he can also get a birdseye view of my ass and legs.

When I eventually emerge from the showers, he is still usually sat messing with his phone, and I have fantasised that he’s been taking secret photos of me to wank off to. I don’t know whether he has or not to be honest. I rub myself dry, making sure I cup my balls and mess excessively with my cock in front of him. Then I sit on the edge of the bench, letting my balls dangle down low over the side as I get dressed, leaving my underwear off until last of course.

Recently I have started placing my gear much closer to where he is sat, so he gets a far closer show from me. I think he may have a thing for my hairy legs as that seems to be the focus of much of his attention. Anyway, last week there was just the two of us in the locker room (with a couple of guys round the corner in the showers) as I stood naked after my shower maybe four feet away from him. I rubbed my face and hair with my towel leaving the majority of my body from the neck down totally on view to him and I definitely heard the click of a photo being taken. The guy had obviously taken a photo of me on his phone, which really gave me a thrill.

I pretended not to notice, and then turned away from him and soon after “dropped” my deodorant on the floor. I bent over to pick it up and without bending my knees very much made sure that I gave him a perfect view of my swinging bollocks, exposed hairy hole and equally hairy parted butt.

As the deodorant had rolled slightly away, I managed to prolong his vision for a fair few seconds and I know that I heard another click. His photo library of my body was now upto at least two – that I knew of. How many photos had this guys taken over the last few weeks and months ?

The exciting rush of what was happening had caused my cock to become slightly aroused as I stood up and I stood there in front of him with my cock now pointing directly out and if not upto my full seven inch erection, it was well on it’s way. He just sat there and stared straight at it. This time not even able to hide his fascination. I just looked at him and said, “go on then, you know you want to take a photo of it. Just go ahead, but be quick before anyone else comes back in.” So he did, and then smiled at me. Soon after, he gathered up his stuff and made a bee-line for the exit, obviously embarrassed.

I got changed and as I left the sports centre, I saw that he was stood there outside, waiting.

He came over to me and said, “Hi, I’m Darren. I’m sorry that I have been watching you change recently, but I just haven’t been able to stop myself. You have a great face, a beautiful body and especially good body hair. Your legs are amazing” I was a little taken by surprise and didn’t really know what to say to that, so I just said, “My name is Johnny, I knew that you were watching me. That’s why I gave you an eyeful. I like being watched.” To my surprise, I also uttered the words, “Do you wanna take some more photos of me?” “Sure, I would fucking love that, and I’ve got a camera in my bag too. Photography is my big hobby” he shot back quickly.

I really wasn’t sure what I was doing here, but I knew that I could take this thrill a little further, so I said to him, “Do you want to come back to my place and do a proper photo-shoot ? I’ll let you be in charge totally, I’ll do whatever you say but I don’t want anything appearing on the internet. The photos have got to be just for you to get off on. Do you understand” “Yeah man, course,” said Darren.

So he sheepishly got in my car with me and came back to my flat. The small talk on the ten minute journey there was a bit awkward to say the least, but he told me that he didn’t actually play any sports each week, he just went along to get a look at the guys changing each week and that’s where he saw me for the first time, and to use his word, was “captivated.” He also admitted that he had taken photos of me on his phone almost from day one, along with photos of a few other guys when he had worked up the courage to do so. He really had been jerking off over photos of me. Cool !

We both went into my flat and agreed first of all had a coffee and took it a bit slowly, partly because we were both anxious and embarrassed. I told him that I really got off on being watched but that this was something totally new for me. I agreed to do whatever he wanted and he straight away said, “I want to undress you myself, piece by piece. So I stood there as Darren untied my trainers and tossed them aside. He took a photo of me fully clothed, a photo of me without trainers, without socks, without my T-Shirt. A close-up of my feet, armpits. A close-up off my nipples.

So I am stood there with just my jeans and boxers on. “Go stand by the window,” he instructs me. Now my flat is on the third floor, and there is another block of flats directly opposite my building, with dozens of windows able to see into my apartment. He opens the lounge curtains as wide as they will go and tells me to remove my jeans whilst standing in view of the neighbours. I really hadn’t planned on giving my neighbours a floor show as well, but it seemed hard to start refusing his instructions now at this late stage so I did as told and lowered my pants. “Right, now get your boxers off too,” he demanded. I whipped them down and stood in the direct sunshine and in direct view of endless possible prying eyes. Why the hell am I doing this ? I really didn’t know, but in truth I had walked around naked deliberately so the neighbours could see once or twice previously – especially when I thought that I had seem someone looking out of their window. So this wasn’t new, only that was at night-time, not broad daylight and this time they could also see me being photographed naked by another man.

Darren clicked away, and insisted on getting some photos of my hairy legs with the sunlight accentuating the hairyness. He wanted a photo of my hairy toes and feet. He had me part my ass cheeks. I had to tug on my foreskin (in front of the window) so I pulled it a few inches past where it normally lies. Darren then told me to jerk off – still in view of the neighbours – and I dutifully did as I was told. Once hard, he said, “Right, now stop and just stand at the window so your erect cock is on full view to anyone watching,” as he got a sideways view of my boner and photographed the whole scene in front of the window. “your erect dick is really big man, I love it” he said.

“Okay, Johnny I would like to try and photograph a cumshot if I can, so if you just jerk off and I will keep clicking,” he said as I stood naked and embarrassed as I let a total stranger photograph me reaching orgasm – in view of anyone else who cared to watch. It was so wrong, and so unlike me, but I just enjoyed the excitement of it all so much that I shot my load farther that I had done for years. My cum actually flew into my face, hitting me on the nose, whilst other jets spurted against my neck.
It normally just rested on my chest. Fuck, it felt good!

Just when I thought that everything was over, Darren set his camera up opposite me – on timer – and proceeded to give me a fantastic blowjob whilst the camera clicked every minute or two. Amazingly, I did manage to climax once more, and Darren swallowed all of my jizz. He had his hands all over my body as he explored my ass, cock and especially my hairy legs. They really did fascinate him and I didn’t resist one jot as it felt s good.

Soon after, he just got up and packed his stuff away as I lay there naked.

“I am so gonna love getting these photos printed off man. Maybe I could come back here next Saturday and show you them ? If you are in agreement, we can do another shoot,” he said.
“Yeah, I would really like that Darren. Maybe I could take some photos of you this time as well ?,” I suggested.
“No Johnny, I have got to keep my clothes on all the time. That’s my rules as my body is not a patch on yours. Anyway, I want to take your cock measurements next time, and I have got a few more ideas for some new stuff to try out too. I might even bring a friend of mine with me to watch, if you are in agreement?”

I’m waiting for his knock at the door now, as I tell you this story.
“Knock, Knock.” Oh there he is now.

“Hi Johnny, can I introduce you to my friend, Andy who has come to watch the show?”

I freeze on the spot as I recognise my “straight” work colleague and squash opponent Andy.

*** To Be Continued......