Blindfold

One day Mark bought a dildo with a suction base from the adult sex shop. It was his first time going in there. He has walked past that store every day since he moved into that neighborhood almost two years now. The day he bought his first, and only sex toy marked the sixth anniversary of his move.

The first time he tried to use it, he found out that placing it on one of his chairs was better for him instead of a wall like the box showed. He appreciated his tightness even as he slightly cursed at how long it was taking to get it all the way in. But it wasn't something that he didn't expect. He'd only had sex three times in his life, and they were all a long time ago.

The smell in the room afterwards lingered for days, and the fact that he used it every night that he got home didn't help in dissipating the scent. So after having to air the apartment out for most of the day and use a new air freshener for when he had a few friends over and his mother stopping by, unannounced, he considered using his balcony, at nights.

Mark was lucky that he faced the river, and no one could see him unless they were already looking in his direction, and he didn't consider that a possibility. On his first night out there, he turned off the lights before he stepped naked outside with the dildo in one and the chair in the other. His body reacted to feeling the outside air without the barrier of the clothes.

As Mark prepped everything, he became more turned on than he expected to be, and his cock was aching for release by the time he started to work his body down the dildo. Even with the moment Mark took to catch his breath and slow his heart rate, Mark fucked himself into an orgasm within minutes. The next night he lasted a little longer, but he still came quicker than he wanted.

The next day when Mark got home from work, he picked a letter out of the stack that he retrieved from his mailbox at the entrance to his apartment building. The logo in the top right-hand corner is what caught his attention first. It was from the makers of the dildo he brought. They were also the owners of the adult toy story that he made the purchase in.

In the letter, they thanked him for his purchase and hoped he was enjoying it. Then they listed other times that he might want to try. Restating many times that anything he didn't like, he could return free of charge within thirty days.

Two items caught Mark's attention at first sight, and he became even more interested in them once he read their descriptions and functions. When he returned home the next night, he had one of them in hand. After he prepped the dildo and the chair, he worked on fitting himself with his new cock ring. Mark didn't know what size he was, so he got a kit that contained several dimensions. There were pictures of how he could wear more than one at a time, but he wasn't interested. At least not yet. Once Mark found the one that fit him, he was on pins and needles to find out how his toys would now work together. Mark got an impressive preview when he lubed his ass up for his dildo.

His cock strained, and he almost pushed himself to cum that way once he had lasted longer than he has for the past month. But Mark wanted to have something else up his ass besides his fingers for this. Something bigger. With his hot and straining cock, Mark impaled himself out on the balcony. His cock swayed and turned a little redder as one small drop leaked out.

Mark moaned out in delight at coming so close to cumming, but not. As one part of his body tried to understand what was going on, the rest of him was getting high off the hormones and chemicals flooding this system. With a swipe of his tongue over his lips, he started to fuck himself. Mark was louder than he had ever been before, but he wasn't shouting by any means. The scrapings of the chair legs on the floor were almost making more noise than he was, and he loved it.

Mark pumped his ass up and down as he angled his dildo to hit his prostate as much as he could bear, and that was until not even his new cock ring could hold his cum back. Mark came hard. His insides twitched as much as his outside, and he was twitching. Mark had no idea how long he lasted, but he deemed it long enough.

Mark slept well that night and for the next two weeks until he heard a noise that he hadn't heard before. It was just as he finished cumming, and for some reason, it excited and scared him at the same time. Mark knew, just knew, that someone had seen him. The next day he gave himself a break and hoped that the person trying to spy on him would go away. But it was mixed with a slight sadness that he could be sharing this with someone else.

On his way home the next day, Mark thought about using his dildo inside. After all, why punish himself too in the process. When Mark got to his apartment, he found a few notes under the door. He wondered who he could have missed until he started to read them. Mark had to take a seat at his kitchen table before he reread all of them.

Mark was right. He had been seen. But it appeared that he had been observed for weeks. There were other high rises around, but he didn't really think they were that close to have any of the tenants see him know what he was doing. Apparently, he was very wrong. It appeared that a few watched him daily while others watched every two or three days.

Mark also got an explanation for that odd sound that scared him a few days ago. It was a drone. The owner had just been testing it out when they heard the noises he was making, and they thought that he might have been hurt and took a quick look to make sure. It was when the drone was being recalled that it scrapped a blade against the building. That was what he heard.

They apologized and then complimented him. All his watchers praised him. He was cute, handsome, erotic, good looking, brave, and from the man with the drone, someone he was interested in meeting in person. He included his phone number and suggested that they meet somewhere busy and open for coffee or dinner, or something.

Was he this brave? Yes. Yes, he was. Mark picked up his cell from the table in front of him and saw that it was just eight pm. He didn't think it was too late to call the drone owner before he unlocked his phone. As Mark looked at the note to get the number, he was reminded that the man's name was Joey before he started to punch in the digits.

"Hello, Joey?" he asked when his brain kicked him with the question of Who else would it be?

"Yeah. Who is this?" Joey said, sounding a little weary.

"It's Mark," he said before his brain kicked him again. He doesn't know your name. "I live downstairs. You saw me with your drone two days ago," Mark said almost in a whisper.

"Oh," Joey said as it dawned on him. "Sorry about that," he quickly said, but Mark knew from his invite that he only half meant it.

"You mean, sorry not sorry, right?" Mark asked with a small smile on his face. He thought it was an amusing little thing to say.

"Yeah," Joey agreed.

That night Mark made his return to the balcony after his talk with Joey. After he sat down, he tied a blindfold over his eyes so he wouldn't see the drone if Joey sent it down. It was something about knowing and not knowing at the same time. Mark's cock ring kept him hard as he replayed Joey's voice, saying things that weren't meant to get anyone off.

The spasms invaded his body again, and he ejaculated with intensity and distance. He kept the blindfold on until he was calm enough to stand and extract the dildo from his body.

The next night he had dinner with Joey.


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I just wrote this tonight. I was moving pics over from Tumblr again. I got to this one, and I found that I had a story to tell. I kept myself from cutting it up into parts. :)

Let me know what you think. :)