Blindfold {exhibitionist/solo male} (UPDATE)

One day Owen bought a dildo with a suction base from an adult sex shop. It was his first ever sex toy, marking the sixth anniversary of his move into the neighborhood. The shop he bought the toy from was located between his apartment building and his bus stop. So after talking himself into and out of just going inside, he finally went in and even bought something.

The first time he tried to use it, he discovered that placing it on one of his chairs was better for him instead of a wall like the box showed. Owen appreciated his tightness even as he slightly cursed at how long it took 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 lingered for days, and the fact that he used it almost every night didn't help in dissipating the scent. So after having to air the apartment out for most of the day when he had a few friends over and using air freshener for when his mother stopped by unannounced, he considered using his balcony at nights. 

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

As Owen prepared everything, he became more turned on than he expected to be. Owen's ass was pointed towards the railing and the world, as he attached his dildo to the seat with the aid of a spray bottle of water. There was already a mark showing Owen where he normally placed it by now. Next to the spray bottle was the lube, on the floor next to the chair. Once again, the breeze at ten stories up tickled his reviled hole as he reached for the tube. 

Once again thought about licking the dildo as he rubbed lube over it before just looking at it as he now prepped his ass. Own's cock was aching for release as he started to work his body down the dildo. Even with the moment Owen took to catch his breath and slow his heart rate, he 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 Owen got home from work, he picked a letter out of the stack he retrieved from his mailbox. 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 Owen's attention, 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 on its chair, he worked on fitting himself with his new cock ring. Owen 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 Owen found the one that fit him, he was on pins and needles to find out how well his toys would work together. Owen got an impressive preview when he lubed his ass up for his dildo. 

Owen's cock quickly swelled and forced a tighter fit of the cock ring. Blood rushed there from his slick fingers spreading lube, in and around his hole. They became trapped in his organ and pulsed hard in place, adding a new edge to his situation. 

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 Owen wanted to have something else up his ass besides his fingers for this. Something bigger to spread him open. Something he could ride and sink deep into himself. With his hot and straining cock, Owen impaled himself out on the balcony. His cock swayed and turned a little redder as one drop finally leaked free. 

Owen 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 his system. With a swipe of his tongue over his lips, he started to fuck himself. Owen 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. 

Owen 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. Owen came hard. His insides twitched as much as his outside, and he was twitching. Owen had no idea how long he lasted, but he deemed it long enough. 

Owen 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. Owen knew, just knew, that someone had seen him. The next day he gave himself a break. Owen hoped that the person trying to spy on him would give up after a few days of not finding him out there. But that came with a mixed bag of feelings. On one hand, he could be sharing this with someone else. Owen wasn't against having someone in his life. On the other, he didn't know who that person was. Depending on who the peeping tom was, he could be facing charges or eviction. 

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

Owen was right. He had been seen, but not just that one time but 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 and know what he was doing. Apparently, he was very wrong. He held evidence that proved a few watched him daily while others watched every two or three days. 

Owen also got an explanation for that odd sound that scared him that night. 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 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. The drone flier included his phone number and suggested that they meet somewhere busy and open for coffee or dinner or something. 

Was he this brave? He asked himself. Yes. Yes, he was. Owen picked up his cell from the table 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 Owen 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 Owen," 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," Owen said almost in a whisper. 

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

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

"Yeah," Joey agreed. 

That night Owen 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. Owen'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.