Part 1
The city. It was bustling with cars and people all trying to get to their destinations. It was hectic. Working 9-5, Monday to Friday. Very autonomous. But not for Ken Stovers. He had an interesting life. Very secret. He lived his life in the shadows. Some sort of adventure was always lying ahead.
He would start his mornings at a cafe. This is where he would pick his prey. The multitude of people in and out, nobody noticing him. He sat in the back. He was unseen, like a ghost. He’d spend time documenting the ones he liked. Studying them. He would write short books and stories about what he’d see. Inventing these vivid images in his head. Sometimes the same people, and sometimes new ones.
Then he would go on ventures, following them. Sometimes for weeks at a time. Seeing who they interacted with, where they worked and lived. He wanted to know everything. Sometimes watching through windows. Once he felt like he got what he needed, he would move on. They never know at all.
Until one day, that all changed. See, Ken never really had a type. He considered himself more of a connoisseur of the female species. But he lacked a certain confidence to actually do anything. He would always stop short. But he sat there, drinking his usual cappuccino, and she walked in.
She was tall and had long, flowing blonde hair. The spandex on her body insinuated she was either going to or coming from the gym. And she had a pair of wonderful breasts that were bound up, but he knew they were more than likely quite impressive. He looked closer now. He could see she was very feminine but was sculpted. Her thighs were thick and looked like she could crush a man’s head with them.
She worked on herself. She’s next. He didn’t know who she was, but he knew that she was special. She placed her order as Ken silently observed her. Writing in a notepad, her description and details. Her order, he could catch it from here, Double Espresso Cold Brew Latte. He would watch her pay with her smart watch and make for the door.
He grabs his stuff and goes to follow. Her hair makes her easy to spot, and she sticks out like a sore thumb. They walk for about ten minutes, him keeping his distance as he so expertly does. She goes toward a fitness complex a couple of blocks down. It’s got glass windows all around. Good, he thinks. He can easily watch. He’s been to this gym before. Many he’s followed have come and gone to this gym.
He goes to one of his usual spots to see where she’s headed. She’s going into the fitness room. It seems she’s the new instructor for the yoga class they hold. He has seen the posting on the board at the cafe. It’s been very handy, that board. He gathers a lot of information from there. Information he uses to help him in his hunt.
Ken wasn’t an ugly guy; in fact, he was very good-looking. Just always hid under loose clothing and ball caps. He had generational wealth. He inherited a ton of money and lives off of it. He was tall and had dark hair, longer on the top. He also had scruff for a beard. His features were defined, and he had a strong jawline.
He was also in great shape. His adventures required him to stay healthy. Working out twice a day and jogging a few kilometers. Climbing trees and windows, running away, and getting through perimeters like fences and such needed physical strength. But he covered it up, not wanting to bring attention to himself.
He watches the class. She’s very, very limber. There were a few poses that had him contemplating taking his cock out right there and masturbating. He was getting hard, and all these women bending over in tights and sports bras were getting him worked up. He needed to get closer.
He goes down the little hill he was on and gets closer. There are a lot of trees, so it’s hard to really be seen unless you’re looking. There is a back door that he sometimes uses that leads right into the closet of the women’s change room. There were a few holes in the wall and door, just in the right places so that he could see into the room.
The class is ending, and the change room is now filling up with sexy, sweaty women, all wanting to get undressed and shower. He can get off to this.
He was there for a bit. It had been a while since his last trip here. He pulled out his cock. It was hard and throbbing. It stood strong in his hand. He began to work it out. There were only three girls left now. But then something happened. The door swung open in front of him, exposing what he was doing to the ladies that were there.
“What the fuck are you doing?” a dark-haired lady said as she angrily looked at him.
He tried to hide himself from them, but he heard someone say.
“Holy shit! Is that your dick?” one of them exclaimed.
He looked up. He knew who all three of them were. The dark-haired one is Ashley. She runs a dog daycare down the street. The one who asked about his dick is Stephanie. She has pink hair. She’s a clerk at the local grocery store. And the third, most quiet one in the back was Rebecca. A fiery redhead. He hadn’t spent time looking into her, however. He had definitely noticed her but always looked at her as innocent. No longer, he thought.
He removed the hands from in front of him. He could see their jaws drop. Ken was the proud owner of a huge cock. But he never really had the chance to use it. Always fearing what people would say or perhaps anything negative. But he didn’t know that his manhood was a highly sought-after commodity. Especially to these women.
Ashley had a deadbeat, good for nothing husband who was unemployed and cheated on her regularly. She keeps running back to him because she’s stupid. Stephanie is a college student, making some money to pay her way through it. She also has a lowlife boyfriend who does drugs and keeps getting arrested. She’s blown her savings funds several times, having to bail him out.
Then there’s innocent little Rebecca. Orphaned at a younger age, she had a tough life. Always keeping to herself. She was very private. He didn’t spend too much time watching her, but he really liked her fiery redhead and nice tits.
“Is that real?” Stephanie asks curiously.
Ken nods. His cock twitches. And all the girls simultaneously let out an “Oooo.” There was obviously some interest in his manhood. He felt the pride swell up in him. Why hadn’t he been caught before? Stephanie walked to him. She grabs it by the shaft. It felt so good to be touched. It twitches again.
“What are you doing?” “He’s a creep and a pervert. What the fuck, dude?”
“No, no, please,” he begins. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
He was panicking, and that fear was somehow making him harder. Stephanie starts moving her hand up and down. He was rigid and very manly. He moans. She smiles. She can tell that he likes it.
“He’s harmless, Ash. Look, the poor guy is trembling. Let’s help him relax.” She says as she starts stroking deeper.
Ashley looks over at the two of them. She doesn’t know what to think. Wasn’t it a violation of their privacy? But sh*t, his manhood looked so good. She was surprised at the package this kid carried on him. She approached slowly, suddenly feeling some desire burning inside of her. She looked back at Rebecca. She was still blushing hard.
Rebecca was hot and bothered by everything. She didn’t comprehend how she was feeling like this. Stephanie, touching him inappropriately. It turned her on. She moved her hand downwards. She wanted to touch herself. She did. She uses her finger to feel her pussy lips.
Ken was shocked. He could not believe it. He was getting a handjob, and Rebecca was playing with herself. Now to get that prude milf, Ashley. She was watching his expressions as his cock was being slowly jerked. He was swollen with veins. What would he say to relieve her? He knows.
“I really am sorry. I found myself in the changeroom, and then you entered, so I hid, but you ladies were just really beautiful, and I.. I.. I couldn’t help myself. I really am sorry.” He said with remorse.
But now Ashley was also turned on. Her husband hadn’t touched her in years, and she was yearning for some young dick. She got closer to Stephanie and also grabbed his cock. It was sturdy. She wanted to know what lay under these baggy clothes of his.
Sent went to pull his hoodie off. He wore a tight t-shirt underneath. The women could see that he was more sculpted than he seemed. The sweatpants and sweater business didn’t do him justice. She ran her hands now across his chest, feeling his pecs, abs, and hard body. She began to kiss him.
Stephanie got to her knees, pulling his gray sweats down, and letting his Python be fully free now. Throbbing and dripping in pre-cum, she eyes down his dick and decides to just dive in. He lets out a howl in pleasure. She could taste him. He was clean but still manly. She pushes herself further onto him, now feeling him in the back of her throat.
Ken moves his hands to Ashley’s breasts. They weren’t extremely firm, but they were nice and filled his hands up. She lets out a low groan. He was pleasuring her; he was sure of it. She’s soft to the touch. Smooth skin. The pictures I have of her don’t do this gorgeous frame any justice.
Stephanie gets up off the floor and kisses him. She leads him to a bench closer to where Rebecca was playing with herself and lies him down. She straddles him, positioning his cock against her pussycat. He’s anticipating it.
Then Ashley leans into Ken’s face, ass first. He’s never done this, but instinct fully began working his tongue around. Her cunt was wet and juicy. He could feel her quiver with every flick. He was really enjoying himself, and then Stephanie pushed down. He feels himself entering her
She’s soft and moist.
She rides his dick while Ashley rubs her pussycat against his mouth. Then he sees Rebecca, all flustered, rushing to get dressed and running out of the room. That was too bad, he thought. He wanted her more than anything. But he continued on. His cock felt ready to explode.
“Oh fuck, I think I’m going to cum!” He exclaims.
Ashley gets up and pushes Stephanie off. “Oh no, you don’t.” She looks at Ken. “Not until I get mine.”
Ken gets up. The feeling passes for now. Ashley bends over, pushing herself towards his hard cock. He pushes himself in her. She felt as good as she tasted. He can feel her experience as she rides him doggy style. She slams herself and bounces her dump truck ass in him, feeling every inch of his erection.
Oh my God, it’s good!” Ashley lets out.
Fuck! Now he couldn’t help himself. He cums deep into her. Spewing semen by the ounce. Shooting his seed in this cock thirsty whore. Stephanie kisses him softly, touching his chest.
“I’d like that again sometime.” She tells him.
Ashley got up abruptly. She moves away. “He’s still a pervert. Just because he’s hung doesn’t mean we’ll do this again.” She quickly threw her clothes on and stormed out, red in the face and panting still.
He’s left alone with Stephanie. She looks him up and down. Her body glistened with sweat. He wondered what she tasted like. But she got up too.
“Well, it was fun. I’ll see you again.” She asked, smiling.
He looks at her. His cock is still throbbing. He begins to blush. “I want to get better at this. I want to be irresistible to women.”
“You’re cute; you know that. I can help you. On one condition.” She said.
“Anything!” He excitedly let’s out.
“I want you to keep fucking me. I will teach you what you need to know. But I get first dibs on that meat.” She pointed at his still-hard dick.
That was a great deal. “Yes. I will.” He nodded his head emphatically.
She winks at him. “I think it’s time for you to go before you get into real trouble.”
He leaves the way he came. He sprints from the gym before anybody can see him. He gets to his place, walks around the block a few times to make sure no one is following, and then heads in. He had a nice apartment. Modern design and very upscale.
He goes to bed, exhausted. Was that a dream? No, it definitely wasn’t. He was the center of the show. They enjoyed him just as much as he enjoyed them. He begins to drift off.
