The Peeping Tom

by: Hankster

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George Gordon and Tyler Brown were not only life partners, but they were business partners as well.  Together, they owned an upscale jewelry and boutique shop on Madison Avenue in Manhattan.  They lived in a condo on the upper-east side of town in a very posh neighborhood.  They had purchased the apartment thirty years ago for $350,000.  It was now worth a million and a half dollars, and it was mortgage free.  Their shop was worth at least that amount also, probably more.

George was fifty-five and Tyler was fifty-six when they made a momentous decision.  They decided to sell everything and retire.  Every January, after the holidays, they left their staff in charge of the boutique and vacationed in sunny Florida for two weeks.  Over the years they had visited several Florida cities on both coasts.  In the end, they zeroed in on Ft. Lauderdale.  It had a large gay population, and was very gay friendly.

Even more specifically, they liked the predominately gay section of Ft. Lauderdale, Wilton Manors.  They even discussed the possibility of opening a boutique shop along the main drag, Wilton Drive.  In the end they vetoed that idea.  They had worked hard, all their lives. They decided that they had the means to finally enjoy life, and they would do it.

The first January after they made their decision, they spent most of their two week vacation looking for suitable housing.  They found many older, quaint homes for sale, but they flipped when they saw the model condominium apartment in a luxury high rise that was under construction.  After some discussion, they were convinced that neither of them wanted to own a home and be burdened with maintenance.  They had been city boys all their lives, and the condo was perfect for their life style.

They made an appointment with the sales office, and were greeted with one surprise after another, all of them good.  The first sales person they met was the developer himself, Stuart Baron.  He not only developed the property, but he was going to live in a unit on the same floor as the one which George and Tyler ultimately chose. 

These apartments were two of three penthouses to be built on the top floor.  Stuart’s apartment was on one side of the building and boasted an outdoor garden the size of the apartment itself.  The other two apartments were opposite Stuart’s.  They had the same square footage as he did, but no outdoor garden.  All three apartments had large terraces. 

Stuart was no more than thirty years old.  He was really hot, and both partners began to drool.  He informed them that he would be sharing his apartment with his new wife.  He also told them that he owned a maintenance company, and he would personally be in charge of all common area maintenance.  This convinced George and Tyler that Stuart would keep the property in top-notch condition.  After all, it would be his home also.  Conflict of interest did not enter their minds.

The final good news was that the apartments would be ready for occupancy in early November.  They already had offers on their New York condo and on their shop, so the timing was perfect.  They would be in Florida for the winter, and would avoid the harsh New York weather.  The apartment set them back $750,000.  They left a substantial deposit, signed a zillion documents, and returned to New York in high spirits.

*****

They flew down to Ft. Lauderdale on November third, and stayed in a hotel for two nights.  Their moving truck arrived on the fifth.  The apartment was full of boxes, but they had a bed to sleep on, and they occupied their new home immediately.  They could well afford it, so they hired “Jerry, The Handy Man,” who not only helped them unpack and get rid of the boxes, but he hung all their pictures and mirrors for them.  Within a week, they felt that they had lived in Florida forever.  Now they were ready to go out on the town.

A few days after they moved in, Stuart moved in with his wife, Barbara.  He introduced them, and the men were not surprised.  Barbara was as cute as Stuart was hot.

Two evenings after Stuart and Barbara moved in, George and Tyler made love for the first time in the new apartment.  Up to then they had been too tired at the end of the day.  They wanted to initiate the new apartment in grand style.

They started in the shower, where they soaped each other over and over again, paying a lot of attention to genitals and ass holes.  They dropped to their knees and performed oral sex on each other but refrained from cumming.  They gave each other golden showers, and giggled like school girls.  Finally, they had enough.  They rinsed off, dried up, and took the action to bed.

In bed, they enjoyed more fellatio, but suddenly they stopped.  They crunched together, dry humping each other and professing their love for one another.  They just lay there kissing for at least an hour.  Finally, George reached into his bedside table and took out a tube of lube.  The two men prepared themselves, and then fucked each other alternately.

They were basking in the afterglow, when Tyler said, “I know you’ll think I’m crazy, George, but I had the strangest feeling that someone was watching us while we made love.”

George broke out laughing.

“I knew you’d laugh,” Tyler said, and then he broke out laughing also.

In New York, they were so tired at the end of the day, that they had begun to make love only about once a week, usually on Sunday.  Now that they were retired they found themselves making love several times a week.  They were pleasantly shocked that at their ages, they were capable of doing it so often.

They began to hang out at a gay bar and restaurant where more mature men tended to congregate.  One day, about four weeks into their move, they invited a hot young man home with them.  The three men enjoyed themselves in every position and activity they could think of.  Their guest swore that he appreciated the staying power of the older men.  He said that he had a marvelous time, and would love to spend the night, but he had to get home and prepare for tomorrow, which was a work day.  He asked for a repeat performance, and they promised him that it would happen.

After their guest left, they were lying in bed, holding hands and sighing in a very satisfying afterglow.  Out of the blue, George asked, “Do you still feel like someone is watching us make love?”

“Yes, I do, but I didn’t say anything.  I was afraid you’d laugh at me again.  Why did you ask?”

“Because I’m beginning to feel the same way that you do.”

They both shrugged it off.  They decided that they had no reason to feel that way.  Nobody could possibly see them.  They were in the penthouse after all.

The next morning, after their delightful three way sex orgy, they met Stuart at the elevator as they all prepared to go down stairs.  Stuart shocked them, when he blurted out, “Can I ask you two guys a personal question?”

“Ask away,” George said.  “We’ll answer anything that isn’t too embarrassing.”

“Even then, we might answer the question,” Tyler laughed.

“Are you two monogamous?” Stuart wanted to know.  He put on a coy face as he asked.

Where did that come from? Tyler wondered.  Was he looking to go to bed with them or was he hinting that he was secretly gay?  Maybe he was hoping that they could fix him up.

“Yes, we’re monogamous,” George answered. 

Tyler quickly added that they had occasionally invited a third party into their bed over the years, but those times were very rare, and they didn’t think it was cheating if they were together.  He was giving Stuart an opportunity to tell them why he was interested without his having to ask point blank.  He would be more than happy to have Stuart as a third party participant one day.

Stuart started to laugh.  “I guess last night was one of those rare nights.”

He had not been anywhere around when they had come home with their guest last night.  They had adjacent parking spaces, and his car was not there when they had arrived.  Their trick left long before anyone woke up.  They both wondered how he knew.

They reached the lobby floor, and Stuart hastened out.  “Seeya,” he said.

The two men rolled their eyes and headed to their auto.  When they got there, Stuart’s car was already gone.  They hopped into their car, and headed for the supermarket.

After lunch that day, they lounged at the condominium swimming pool.  Although they both dozed off from time to time, Tyler was very disturbed, and George was mildly disturbed, at the thought that Stuart had knowledge of their three way the previous evening.  They didn’t care that he knew, but they were disturbed at how he could know.  He wasn’t home when they came home with their trick, and he left before anybody was awake.

“Don’t think I’ve gone looney tunes,” George told Tyler, “but Stuart built this building.  What if he installed hidden cameras in our apartment, maybe in all the apartments?  He certainly had the opportunity.  Tyler did not laugh at all.  He grew very pensive.

Living directly next door to them, in the third penthouse apartment, was another gay couple in their sixties.  Although Mark and Ezra were slightly older than they, the four men had become exceptionally good friends.  In fact they had been at the bar, when George and Tyler left with their “friend.”  They were aware that their neighbors were having a hot threesome that night, and they were a wee bit jealous.

Mark and Ezra were just coming into the pool area, as George and Tyler were lost in their thoughts about hidden cameras.  They took two lounge chairs adjacent to George and Tyler, and the four men greeted each other warmly.

“You two look so somber,” Mark noted.  “I hope everything is okay.”

“I’m going to tell them about our suspicions,” Tyler said to George.  “If they laugh at us, fine, but they should know what we suspect.”

He then proceeded to tell his neighbors about the crazy feeling they both had when they were engaged in life’s most intimate moments, and the fact that Stuart knew all about their threesome last night.

“We have a feeling that there are hidden cameras in our apartment which Stuart planted during construction,” George added.

Mark and Ezra did not laugh.  They looked at each other strangely, and George was prompted to ask, “What?”

“We’ve had the same feeling,” Ezra said, “but we’ve laughed it off.  Do you think we should do something about it?”

“We weren’t going to do anything about it,” George said, “but after what you just said, I’m going to ask Jerry, our handyman, to look through the whole apartment for hidden devices.”

“Let him examine our apartment also.  We’ll gladly split the cost,” Mark added.

Jerry did his job.  He examined every square inch in both apartments, and he found what all of them were looking for.  Each bedroom had two air conditioning vents.  He removed the covers and found a camera in each vent.  To add insult to injury, he found an audio bug also.

The four men had Jerry disable and remove the equipment.

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“What’s our next move?” Ezra asked.

“Let’s confront Stuart with what we’ve learned and ask for an explanation,” Tyler said.

George, ever the practical one, said.  “We’re assuming that the peeping Tom is Stuart.  We should consider other alternatives.  What if the cameras were installed by a construction worker while our apartments were being built?”

“But he knew about our guest last night.  How would he know if he wasn’t spying?” Tyler asked.

“Maybe, without your knowing it, he did see your boy toy come, and/or, go from your apartment,” Mark conjectured.

“None of this is important to me,” George said.  “When we purchased the property, it was with the understanding that it was safe, and that our privacy was secure.  Stuart built the damn place, and his company maintains it.  Even if he isn’t the peeping Tom, he should be informed.  Every apartment in the building is probably bugged.”

They all agreed that George was right.  That afternoon, the four of them got settled on the plush furniture in the ornate lobby, and waited for Stuart to come home from work.

When Stuart entered the lobby after work, he was not surprised to find the four men milling around.  The unit owners often socialized in the lobby.  It was a warm and inviting area to hang out.  Stuart greeted his neighbors and started toward the elevator.

“Hold on,” George said, “we have to talk to you.”

“Sure,” Stuart said.  “You all look so serious.  Is it a big problem?”

“Yes,” Ezra said, “a very big one.”

“Look,” Stuart said, “Barbara has gone to Chicago for a couple of weeks to visit her folks.  There’s nobody home.  Why don’t you guys come up to my apartment?  I’ll make us some drinks, and we can talk.”

“Good idea,” Mark and Tyler said simultaneously.

Stuart had a well-equipped wet bar.  He took their drink orders, and when everyone had a cocktail in his hand, they sat in the living room.  Tyler had been the first of them to have felt spying eyes, so he elected to speak.  He told Stuart about the strange feeling that all four of them had which prompted them to hire a handy man to search their units. 

“He found hidden cameras and microphones in all our bedroom air conditioning vents,” Tyler informed Stuart. “We’ve disabled them but we want an explanation.”

Stuart looked like he had just been stabbed in the back.  “I swear,” He pleaded, “I had nothing to do with it.”  Nobody said anything, so he repeated, “I swear.”

“How did you know that we had company last night?” Tyler asked.

Stuart looked sheepish, but finally he confessed that he too had company with Barbara away, and his guest left at the same time as George and Tyler’s. 

“I spotted him in the hall,” he said.  “In fact, our visitors were probably on the same elevator going down.”

“Your secret is safe with us,” Mark promised.

“Would you mind if we examined your air conditioning vents?” George asked.  “If you didn’t do it, then you might be bugged too, and someone is spying on your love making as well as ours.”

“Sure,” Stuart said, and he ran to get a screw driver.

The men found spying devices, similar to theirs, in the two bedroom vents.  They disabled and removed them.  Then they went back into the living room to further discuss this outrageous situation.  They all looked to Stuart to start talking.

“Look,” he said, “I don’t use outside contract labor.  The entire construction crew works for me.  They’re on my payroll.  Tomorrow I’ll ask the construction boss if he knows anything about this.  I also want to know if he ever filled in with outside labor.  I swear guys, I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

The others seemed satisfied, and as they left to go home, Stuart began to laugh.  “Fuck your brains out tonight, gentlemen,” he said.   “Nobody can watch you now.”

George shocked Tyler by saying to Stuart, “Well, with Barbara away, if you want to join us, just knock on the door.”

Mark and Ezra were stunned and mute, but Stuart just smiled.  George and Tyler could read nothing in that smile. 

“Thanks for the invitation,” Stuart said, “but my friend is coming over.”

*****

Even before she and Stuart were married, Barbara suspected that Stuart was cheating on her.  Since they weren’t married yet, she could look the other way.  However, she suspected that he was cheating with men.  He lived in a very gay section of town.  Most of his friends were gay.  Often Barbara and Stuart socialized with his gay friends at gay bars.  What made her suspicious was that her fiancé was too damned touchy, feely with these men.

One day, while the condo was still being built, Stuart had to go to New York on business.  Barbara went to the construction site.  Stuart had often told her that they would occupy one of the penthouses, but she found out from the foreman, Joe Schmidt, that there were to be three penthouses.  He didn’t know which one the boss had in mind for himself, since they were identical.

Barbara bribed him into bugging all three apartments.  The bribe cost her nothing.  She gave the foreman her body and the best blow job he ever had in his life.

Joe went to a friend, who sold security devices.  At the appropriate time during construction, the friend bugged all three apartments.  He set it up so that the images could be activated and streamed to Barbara’s laptop.

Although she had been watching her neighbors’ apartments since they moved in, she had no reason to spy on Stuart, since she was home all the time.  At her first opportunity, she made an excuse to go visit her parents, but in fact, she went to a friend’s apartment.

The first night away, she activated the bugged equipment.  She was pleased to see that Stuart slept alone, but in the other two apartments the men were making love.  They weren’t having sex.  They were making love, and it was tender and sensual.  Barbara was surprised to find herself extremely aroused. 

The next night, she hit pay dirt.  Stuart came home with his male administrative assistant.  Barbara could see no difference in the coupling.  Her husband and his fuck buddy were even more passionate than the two much older couples.  Barbara did not realize that these two men were sincerely in love.  They entered each other in every opening in their bodies, and in the palms of their hands.  Barbara was not aroused this time.  She was revolted, but she was also delighted.  Her husband was a millionaire.  With this evidence in hand she could bleed him dry when she sued for divorce.

She tried to watch again the next night in order to obtain additional evidence, but she couldn’t get a signal from any of the apartments.  She feared that the devices may have been discovered.  She shrugged it off.  Nobody could know who planted the equipment, and she had the evidence she needed.  She was certain that Joe wouldn’t talk.  Stuart would likely kill him.

*****

How wrong she was.  When Stuart asked Joe the next morning if he knew about the bugs, the big, macho, construction foreman actually began to cry.  His conscience had always bothered him, and now he had an opportunity to purge his guilt.

He admitted to Joe that Barbara had bribed him with sex if he would bug the penthouse.  When he told her there were three penthouses, she asked him to do all three.  Joe assured Stuart that there were no other units in the building that had been bugged.

Stuart put his arm around the crying man’s shoulder, and assured him that it was all right.  He was able to calm his friend down.

“After she sees what I did in my apartment last night, she’s sure to sue the pants off me,” Stuart said.  “Too bad we weren’t married yet when you banged her, Joe.  I’d have some evidence against her.”

“I hate to do this to you, Stuart,” Joe said, “But I could fill a book with the names of my construction crew she fucked after you were married.”

Stuart was so delighted.  He grabbed hold of Joe and kissed him on the lips.  Joe turned beet red.

“Don’t be sorry you told me,” Stuart said.  Barbara was a sweet, coy kid when we dated, but after we got married, she changed entirely.  It became obvious to me that she married me for my money, and she became a nasty and demanding shrew.  Give me the names of the guys she slept with, Joe, and I’m going to start divorce proceedings before she does.  Tell the guys that after they testify for me, they’ll find big bonuses in their pay checks.”

That night, George and Tyler answered a knocking on their door.  There stood Stuart with a handsome young man.  Stuart introduced him.

“George, Tyler, I’d like you to meet Jamie Andrews.  He’s my administrative assistant.  He’s the terrific guy I spent the night with last night.  We’re very much in love.”

“What about Barbara?” George blurted out.

“Not to worry.  As soon as I can get the bitch’s stuff out of the apartment, Jamie is moving in.  The apartment is a hundred percent in my name.  I have lots of evidence of her cheating on me.  She’s not going to get a single sou.”

“That’s wonderful,” Tyler said.  “Let me make us some drinks to celebrate.”

“We came here to offer you a different kind of celebration,” Stuart said.  “We owe all this happiness to you two guys.  How’d you like to do a foursome tonight?”

“We’d love to,” George spoke for both of them.  “But Mark and Ezra should share this joy with us.  They too, sensed the prying eyes.”

“Don’t worry about them, or feel guilty,” Jamie said.  “We intend to show them our gratitude tomorrow night.”

The four of them drank to that, and began a night of unbridled pleasure.