Gay Voyeur Story
In an age when cocktail conversations among casual acquaintances often unveil
a not-so-secret predilection toward fist-fucking, and piss-drinking,
a yearning to view naked men man seems terribly tame, perhaps old-
fashioned. Granted, my confession may hardly warrant a single brow to raise. I
am not, however, your run-of-the-mill Peeping Tom. I am a minority within,
captive of an obsession within an obsession. For it is not simple the sight of
a hefty lovetool or a firm set of buns that sets my cock athrob. The source of
my most heated passion is far more specific. It is the sight of an exposed
butt-hole that solicits my ultimate thrill.
Now, bung-hole gazing is not a pastime that is presented with frequent
opportunities. The typical gay voyeur may easily quench his lustful desires
by sauntering into the shower room or the local gym or by purchasing any
number of erotic magazines. My task is far more difficult.
