Watching Mario

Everybody loves Mario. He is the hunky superintendent of the adults-only apartment complex where I live. We have retirees as well as young couples who have not yet started their families. There are a few students who can afford to live off-campus from the local university, and there are middle-aged divorcés like me who moved in after our separations and just never left. And why would we leave? The rooms are nice, the rent isn’t too bad, the location is great, and the place is well maintained, thanks to Mario.

Mario is affable and always very helpful. Whenever anyone has a leaky faucet or a door that won’t close properly, Mario is always on top of it. The older residents adore him because he always helps them with their groceries and other packages, and he always has a kind word to say. “You’re looking very dapper this evening, Mr. Steinway.” “What a lovely hat, Mrs. McDonald.” “That blue dress really makes your eyes sparkle, Miss Jane.”

Mario is not exactly what you would call ‘handsome.’ Oh, he’s not bad to look at. In fact, his body is fucking gorgeous. At 6’2”, he’s built like a stevedore—broad shoulders, narrow waist, fur all over his rock-hard pecs, and a treasure trail that would make even the stone statues in the nearby park weak at the knees. He looks slightly older than his 36 years, perhaps due to the effects of the hot sun when he labors outdoors tending to the lawn and the flower beds or perhaps just to the effects of a hard life. He says that the small scar just below his left cheek is the result of an industrial accident, but the word around the complex is that he got it in a knife fight when he tried to break up a brawl in a bar when he was an MP in the U.S. Army.

Our three-story complex is U-shaped, open to the street in front with three sides wrapped around a central courtyard. You can almost hear the stampede of tenants to the windows when Mario works in the courtyard with his shirt off. He is definitely a mouth-watering sight.

Mario has one little quirk that might disturb some of the tenants, but nobody says anything because they don’t want to get him into trouble with the management…or the police. You see, Mario likes to keep his curtains open…all the time…even when he is nude or when he is “entertaining” guests. He and I have corner apartments on the third floor with mine directly across from his, so I have a very clear view of these delectable sights.

Mario entertains guests almost every night of the week. Sometimes it is a beautiful woman; sometimes two or more. Sometimes it is a man, or several. Sometimes it is a mix. Sometimes it is tenants from the complex, but more often it is people from the outside.

The first time I saw Mario jacking off in front of his sliding glass balcony door, I tried to look away, but the sight of his huge dong mesmerized me. Mario caught me staring, but he didn’t turn away. He just waved his big dick at me and smiled, and when he unloaded his spooge, he practically coated the whole glass door. For the next few nights, I watched him fuck women and men, and each time he would wave or wink at me across the way. He knew full well that I was watching, and I think he actually got off on it.

Mario is quite versatile. Whether he is fucking men or women, he loves to show me different positions, some of which I have never seen before. He usually tops, but he’s not afraid to bottom when the situation calls for it. I remember one time when he fucked a woman while her boyfriend fucked Mario in the ass. He was the succulent meat in the middle of a hot, spicy corned beef sandwich.

Every time I watched him screw someone, naturally I got rock hard and would always close my curtains and jack off. After a couple of weeks of this show, however, I decided to risk it and jack off in front of my balcony door with the curtains open. He gave me a thumbs up and a great big grin, so it became a regular habit with us.

When he would throw his conquests on the bed, I couldn’t see as much, so one day he set up a full-length dressing mirror in his bedroom and tilted it so that I could get a good view of the action taking place on the bed.

The apartment below mine is inhabited by a couple of male college jocks, Tom and Marcus, who have almost as good a view of Marios’ apartment as I do. I wondered what they thought of Mario’s exhibitionism, but I soon got my answer. I saw them enter his apartment one night to get their asses plowed good. When they were done, they walked over to the window and bent over to show me the cum oozing out of their raw butt holes. I showed my appreciation by spooging all over my balcony glass, to which they responded by pretending to lick it all up. They became a regular feature at Mario’s home theater, sometimes even bringing some of their teammates over to join in the action, and I always enjoyed the show.

One night they gave me quite a surprise. I saw the two young rugby players march across the courtyard and enter his apartment a couple of minutes later. Rather than strip, however, they engaged in a rather animated conversation with Mario and abruptly left. I wondered what the chat was all about, but then I heard a knock on my door. Imagine my surprise when I found the two young jocks inviting themselves into my apartment. “Mario sent us,” they quipped.

They ushered me over to the glass door and began0 ripping off my clothes before removing their own. Tom sank his wet tongue into my gaping mouth while Marcus practically swallowed my dick whole, fingering my asshole at the same time. They rotated several times until they eventually had my entire body coated with their saliva.

Tom bent me over and shoved his big dick into my mouth while Marcus tongue-fucked my rosebud. Eventually satisfied that he had lubricated my love canal sufficiently, he rammed his rod up the chute and fucked like a drunken sailor. When he came, I could actually feel his man juices plastering my prostate.

When the hot studs swiveled me around, I caught a glimpse of Mario beating his meat while enjoying the show from his balcony door. He flashed a wide grin and gave me two thumbs up as the guys reversed roles. Having fucked me, Marcus now stuffed his spunk-coated dick down my throat while Tom impaled me with his stiff rod. I shot my wad into Marcus’ mouth just as his teammate unloaded in my guts. Marcus didn’t swallow my cum, though. He shoved me onto my bed, pulled my jaw down, and dribbled my cum into my mouth and all over my face, which Tom licked clean before snowballing me with the cream. When Mario exploded onto his glass balcony door, he stroked one finger across the pudding and licked it clean.

Having shot their wads, the guys, I thought, would leave, but they didn’t. They curled up, one on each side of me, and we chatted for quite a while. As it turned out, they were both really nice boys. I fucked each of them that night, and in the morning I got to watch as they shanked each other.

The apartment next door to Mario’s is occupied by a very handsome businessman named Chet. He’s younger than I am, but older than Mario, and he always dresses very nattily in his custom-tailored Armani suits and Yves Saint-Laurent ties. Of course, he never sees the shows that Mario puts on for me because his apartment is next to Mario’s, not across from it. But he is across from me, and one day he caught me jacking off while I was watching Mario shag some dude. In the past I would have died of embarrassment, but having gotten used to the exhibitionism, I just smiled and waved at him. I thought he might turn away in disgust, but he just smiled, unzipped his expensive suit pants, and started pumping in rhythm with me.

It was good too; he had a really pretty dick, only slightly over the normal range, I’d guess, but nicely cut. It looked very tasty, and I so much wanted to stuff it into my mouth. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait too long. Before I could even get my junk stuffed back into my pants, the doorbell rang, and I was right; it tasted every bit as good as it looked.

Once I got Chet sufficiently primed, I led him to the patio door and waved at Mario across the courtyard. At first, my guest seemed apprehensive, but when he saw Mario masturbating toward us, he relaxed…but, of course, his cock didn’t. I bent over as a way of inviting him to eat my ass, which he did enthusiastically. He kept at it until I begged him to ram his beautiful dick up my ass. He fucked me good, and I looked forward to feeling his juices splash over my prostate, but just before he climaxed, he pulled out so that Mario could see him blast his ball juice all over my back. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mario as he responded with a huge milky explosion of his own.

When Chet left my apartment, I watched him walk across the courtyard. I assumed that he was headed back to his own apartment, but I had to smile when I saw him show up in Mario’s apartment. What happened next really blew my mind. After Mario had stripped Chet naked, he slid open the glass door and push the nude man onto the balcony. He bent him over the wrought iron railing and proceeded to pound the crap out of him in the open air. Chet became so aroused that he shot his own load over the balcony and onto the courtyard below. Not to be outdone, Mario shot his own load over Chet’s shoulders and onto the courtyard as well. I laughed at the prospect that someone might be walking below and getting anointed with all that white lightning. Thereafter, the balcony shower became a somewhat regular routine with Chet alternating between Mario’s apartment and mine.

The next time the college jocks from the apartment below came over to my apartment, I introduced them to the risky stunt, and they embraced it enthusiastically. It even became somewhat of a competition to see who could shoot the farthest onto the courtyard.

As I mentioned, our apartment complex is open on one side, and Mario and I both have corner apartments that are visible from the busy street. Whenever I would hear car horns blaring from the intersection, I would imagine that some driver below had caught sight of the show and was sounding his appreciation. Or perhaps some driver pulled up at the stoplight had become so mesmerized by the action that he neglected to proceed forward when the light changed, and annoyed drivers behind had honked their horns to press him to move on.

One night I had just disrobed and walked over to the balcony to watch Mario ravage the two young jocks when my doorbell caught me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting any company, so I couldn’t imagine who was there, but I assumed it was one or more of the men who had become frequent visitors, so I approached the door in my birthday suit. Imagine my shock when I opened the door stark naked and stood face to face with two stern-looking young policemen.

Oh fuck! I’m in deep shit now!

“Mr. Winslow, may we come in?” asked the cop with the shiny ebony skin while the younger blond-haired blue-eyed cop surveyed my naked body up and down.

“Of course, officer. What can I do for you? I asked.

“Well, Officer Denver and I were looking at a room to rent across the courtyard, and we couldn’t help but notice that you were putting on quite a show for your neighbors,” he said.

I stuttered and stammered, but I was too frightened to get any actual words out of my mouth.

“You know that public indecency is a misdemeanor, Mr. Winslow. We may have to take you down to the station and book you.”

I thought I would die right there on the spot.

“What do you think, Andy? Should we take him in?”

Without answering the question, the officer named Andy Denver sidled up behind me, pulled my hands back, and cuffed me. In my fantasies, I had dreamed of having a very hot young cop cuff me and take advantage of me, but this was not exactly what I had in mind.

The older black cop inched ever so close to me such that I had to back up, and when I did, I toppled over onto the edge of the bed, but he still kept coming at me until his groin was directly in front of my face. “You seem like a nice man, Mr. Winslow. Maybe we could make some kind of arrangement,” he smirked as he rubbed his bulging crotch. “Whaddya think, Andy? Can we overlook Mr. Winslow’s transgression?”

Andy did not need any convincing. He had already released his growing cock from his uniform pants and had begun slapping it across my face, and before I could even react, he shoved it down my throat. Tears began to form in my eyes as I gagged on the monster cock, but it was a beautiful cock, and I loved every inch of it.

Before I knew it, the black cop, who I later learned was named Damion, also released his fat snake and squeezed it into my mouth along with Andy’s. I had never sucked two dicks together before, and it was quite a challenge, but when I looked back on the experience later, I cherished it.

Before long, both men in blue rolled me over on the bed, still handcuffed. As Andy continued to swab my mouth with his dick, Damion spread my ass cheeks and feasted on my exposed rosebud. He had an incredibly long tongue, and I occasionally forgot that he was fucking me with that tongue instead of his enormous dick.

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you Mr. Winslow?” When I merely grunted, he slapped my ass checks and demanded, “Haven’t you, perv?”

“Yes,” I screamed, as loudly as I could with Andy’s huge cock in my mouth.

“And you have to be punished, don’t you?”

Grunt. Slap. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gurgled.

“All right,” said Officer Damion. And with that, he shoved his swollen member up my ass. There was no lube, other than his saliva and my own rectal juices, and no inching forward. He just slammed it in hard and raw, and he pounded away like a jackhammer. It hurt like hell, but I couldn’t really scream with Officer Andy’s meat stuffed in my mouth.

“Yeah, you’ve been a really bad boy, Mr. Winslow, and we have to make the punishment fit the crime, don’t we, Andy?” Andy just chuckled and kept trying to drill down to my tonsils. Officer Damion was a real stud, and Andy was just about the cutest thing I had ever seen, and I so wished that I had met them under less brutal circumstances, but despite the pain and humiliation, part of me enjoyed the experience nonetheless. I mentally suppressed the pain by imagining that instead of ravaging me as they were, they were actually making sweet love to me. It was, of course, only a fantasy, but oh what a beautiful fantasy it was.

“Oh, fuck! I’m cummin’,” yelled Officer Damion, but before he did, he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into my guts and grunted loudly with each thrust. “Unh, unh, unh, unh….” And when he finally exploded, I thought he was going to shake the very foundations of the building. Even when his ball sack had to be completely empty, he kept trying to press his dick farther and farther up my hole. It was like he couldn’t be satisfied to have his juices deep in my gut, he wanted his balls in there too.

Completely spent, he collapsed on my back, squashing me into the mattress so that I could barely breathe. Fortunately, he must have realized that I would be of no use to him dead, so he let up and said to Andy, “OK, kid. Your turn.”

As the two cops switched places, Damion shoved his dick drenched in his baby batter into my mouth. “Lick it clean, perv.”

“Oh, boss,” squeeled Andy, like a kid who had just gotten a pony for Christmas, “I love it when you lube up a hot hole for me. I love the thought of my juices mixing with yours in a man’s guts.” And with that, Andy barged into my already raw rectum. He was not as big or as strong as Damion, so his thrusts were not as powerful, but it was not for lack of trying. I thought he was going to fuck me hard enough to knock my eyeballs out of their sockets.

As Andy continued to ravage me, Damion pulled out of my mouth and waddled over to the balcony door. “Well, lookey here,” he laughed, eyeing Mario pounding his pud across the courtyard. “Looks like we got ourselves a whole complex of pervs. I think we’re gonna like it here.”

Before I knew it, the two cops had lifted me off the bed and dragged me to the balcony, where they bent me over the railing as Andy continued to drill me hard. Despite the pain I was feeling, I couldn’t help getting a hard-on myself. Seeing that, Damion reached down and began pumping my dick to Mario’s rhythm across the way. As Andy burst his pipe, he began to scream, so Damion put his hand over the kid’s mouth so as not to draw any undue attention to what we were doing. Then, when my own dick exploded, and I began to scream as well, Damion put his other hand over my mouth. The three of us looked up just in time to see Mario whitewash his own patio door with his big hose.

Just when I thought my nightmare/fantasy was about to come to an end, you will never believe what happened. The fucking doorbell rang. After the drubbing I had just taken, I couldn’t make it to the door and didn’t really want to anyway, but Damion ordered Andy to see who it was. When Andy opened the door, the two college jocks gasped at the sight of the young police officer standing before them with his erect dick still sticking out of his pants.

“Wh…wha…what’s goin’ on?” stammered Tom, so Andy invited them in, and from the entry hall they could peer into my bedroom and see me handcuffed and lying face down with my ass glowing as red as Rudolph’s nose.

“Come on in, boys,” exclaimed Damion. “Join the party.”

I would have thought the guys would hesitate until they got the dope on what was happening, but they didn’t waste the opportunity. They both stripped down immediately and took turns fucking the shit out of me, and each time one would pull out, he would stick his wet dick in my mouth for me to lick it clean. Before the boys left, the cops fucked each of them and made me lick the cum dripping from their dicks and assholes.

“Oh, we were just leaving,” said Marcus to the person who had just rung the doorbell, “but the party has only just begun,” he giggled.

I could barely open my eyes, but when I did, I saw Chet, the businessman from downstairs and Mario standing over me. “I guess you’re the evening’s ‘host,’” teased Chet.

“More like the evening’s cum dump,” laughed Mario.

After Chet took his turn filling my guts with his sperm, Mario took his turn. In all the months I had watched Mario jack off and fuck through his patio window, I had never had sex with him. I knew how he plowed most of his ‘guests,’ but I was hoping he would go easy on me after the pounding I had just experienced, but no such luck. He banged me just as hard as I had seen him fuck the people in his apartment. I had long dreamed of having sex with Mario, but I had hoped it would be under more amenable circumstances.

The next morning, I called in sick and told the receptionist at the office that I had a cold and would be out for a day…or maybe a week. Later that day, the doorbell rang, and I was petrified at who might be there waiting to ravage me again, but no, it was none of those guys. Instead, it was a delivery boy with a large bouquet of flowers. Under normal circumstances I would have invited him in for a leisurely, pleasant roll in the hay—after all, he was very cute—but I begged off and invited him to come back in a week…or a month.

The card that came with the flowers was signed by Mario, Tom, Marcus, Chet, Officer Andy, and Officer Damion. They thanked me for a good time and promised to take it a little easier “the next time.” The two cops added a footnote to say that they had decided to rent the apartment next to Chet’s and would be seeing a lot of me.

That evening, the doorbell rang again, and this time I thought I would fall through the floor. It was Mario. “God, no, Mario, I can’t take any more right now,” I pleaded.

“Relax, amigo. I just came over to see how you’re doing.”

“How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” I railed.

“We realized we were a bit too rough on you, so we wanted to apologize and let you know that the next time, you can do the same to us.”

Next time? Naturally, I was sore, but the more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to it.

I thought Mario would leave me, but he didn’t. In fact, he stayed and held me all night. No sex, just cuddling. A few days later, after I began to feel better, he let me suck his dick, something I had long to do forever, and it was delicious.

Once I had recuperated, all of the guys came over and let me fuck them. They said I could be as rough as I wanted, but I preferred a more romantic approach. I did take the opportunity to handcuff the two cops so the college boys could fuck them, and Mario, Chet, and I delighted in just watching them in action.

Since then, the seven of us have gotten together on a regular basis, taking turns sucking and fucking one another in our apartments and sometimes on the balconies. I love this place, I love Mario, and I don’t think I’ll ever move.