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Subject: Vegas Voyeur (Gay – Adult/Youth) The following story is fictional. None of the events, characters, businesses or cities are real. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. Email me if you liked the story or want to comment at [email protected] Thanks, Vance. Nifty needs your donations to provide this valuable fty/donate.html VEGAS VOYEUR Part I The kid was standing with his back to me at the edge of the pool. I could see him through the sliding glass doors as I made my way to the bedroom hallway. He was tan and had huge curls of wild hair that was light brown with natural blonde highlights. Rivulets of water ran down his back and legs, as if he had just climbed out of the pool. I couldn’t see his face, but from his slim tight figure I would guess he was about 12 or 13 years old. The thing that burned itself into my memory was his swim trunks. They were white and appeared to be made out of a thin stretchy material – not the standard board shorts that every other boy might wear in a swimming pool, but shorter and tighter. The wet trunks had become almost transparent, revealing each perky rounded buttock; between the enticing globes of his bottom the boy’s hanging ball sack was silhouetted through the gauzy fabric by the late morning sun. I stopped walking and gaped, as if turned to stone by seeing a Gorgon. My cock expanded in my Dickies work pants and my mouth went dry. I had to will myself away from the window to continue the job. The morning before I had shown up for my appointment at the home. I was contracted to replace the house’s aging alarm system with a new smart security system which would include cameras that could be monitored from a mobile device. The home was large and well-kept and sat on a spacious landscaped lot in the Scotch Eighty, an older upscale neighborhood between the Strip and downtown Vegas. I knew that some entertainers and business owners in Vegas had homes in this neighborhood, and it was reputed to contain a couple mobsters as well. The homeowner, a man named Jim, had contacted me the week before and described what sort of system he wanted. He seemed extremely anxious to get it installed and told me to bring as many sensors and cameras as I could, so that I could get to work right away installing the components without having to make a second trip. That was an unusual request, but the scale of the job was too enticing to pass up. My specialty was cutting-edge smart technology and Jim had selected me after searching online. When I showed up at the house I was surprised by Jim – he was not what I had expected. He appeared to be in his early thirties and his thin muscular arms were covered with tattoos. He was wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt and low slung black jeans. He looked like a rock star who was relaxing at home after a long tour. I had always associated this neighborhood with old money, and was surprised that someone like Jim would have a house here. The house itself looked like it had been built in the 1950s or 1960s. It had a flat roof and walls of glass. Jim (or his interior designer) had decided to go with that theme on the inside as well: the house was full of 50s modern furnishings and art. It actually looked really good, like something you would see in a magazine. Jim showed me through the house. I realized I was going to need a lot of sensors and cameras – there were over a dozen sliding glass doors and Jim wanted a camera in almost every room. Luckily I had stocked my van with all the equipment I had in my small warehouse. The house had five bedrooms and Jim wanted a camera in each of those, which was an unusual request but not unheard of. One of the bedrooms was the master, one looked like a guest bedroom, and the other three seemed to be boys’ bedrooms. As a connoisseur of young males, I wondered about the boys’ ages and where they were. I also noticed the house seemed to lack a woman’s touch – there was nothing in any of the rooms that gave a clue that a female resided in the home. I figured Jim must be a single dad. After assessing the property I knew this job was going to take two or three days to complete. Jim accepted my quote for the installation and components without hesitation and asked if I could start on the spot. When I agreed he told me he was going back to work in his home office and to holler if I needed anything. I began measuring and spec’ing the house, taking notes and making small schematic drawings on my iPad. I went into each of the rooms to figure out where to install the cameras which would be connected to an app controlled server via Bluetooth technology. I was especially intrigued by the boys’ bedrooms. One had a bunk bed and some video game posters on the walls: Minecraft, Fortnight and Overwatch. There was an expensive desktop PC with two large monitors and a few dirty clothes strewn about the room. A second boy’s bedroom had a neatly made queen bed and nothing on the walls except a poster for the Las Vegas Golden Knights, the city’s new pro hockey franchise. The third boy’s bedroom had a queen size bed and posters of Lady GaGa, Beyonce and some other pop stars I was unfamiliar with. I figured it was a boy’s room because it was painted blue and the bedspread had a Star Wars print. Plus, there were a couple snap-back ball caps hanging on a chair. Late in the afternoon, as I was working in the boy’s bedroom with the bunk ordu escort beds, I heard the sound of voices. It sounded like a couple kids and a woman with a latino accent had just come into the house. A few minutes later, a kid walked into the room just as I had climbed a ladder to install a camera. “Hey,” he said, nonchalantly, as if seeing a man on a ladder in his room was an unremarkable occurrence. “Hey,” I replied. “I’m Jake. I’m installing your new security system,” “That’s my name, too: Jake,” he said. He walked over to his desk and sat down in front of his computer. I looked down at the kid. He had a thick mop of dark hair, dark eyes and smooth, olive-toned skin. I could see his tan, hairless legs as he sat, his blue basketball shorts riding up his thighs. Judging from his size and the sound of his voice, I would guess the boy was 11 or 12 and just on the cusp of puberty. His skin and hair still had that flawless quality of a kid who hadn’t started adolescence. I had to keep sneaking peeks at the kid as I worked. He sat at his computer playing a video game, unaware that I was eying him. I would never make a move on a kid like that, but it was nice to look. After a long day installing sensors and cameras I told Jim I would return the next morning and hopefully complete the job by the end of day two. I went home exhausted and fell asleep trying to imagine what Jake looked like naked. I showed up at the house the next morning at 10:00 am. Since it was July in Vegas, it was already extremely hot outside, but the house had a powerful central air system and I knew I would be cool while I worked. I had wanted to start earlier, but Jim told me he was a late riser. He greeted me at the front door wearing a white wife-beater and cut off sweat shorts and let me in to continue the job. After asking if I wanted a water, which I declined, Jim retreated to his home office. It was while I walked toward the bedroom wing that I got the view of the gorgeous boy by the pool. It wasn’t Jake, the dark-haired boy I had met yesterday. This kid’s hair was lighter and curlier, and I would guess he was a couple years older than Jake. Though I only got to see his backside and the silhouette of his junk through his translucent swim trunks, it was spellbinding. I knew I might get caught if I just stood staring, so I continued towards the bedrooms. If I remembered the layout of the house from yesterday correctly, most of the bedrooms would have a view of the pool. I went into the closest bedroom, set my toolbox down and looked through a set of sliding glass doors towards the swimming pool. The floor-to-ceiling drapes were open and afforded me a direct view – the house had been designed in a U-shape around the swimming pool yard with a high wall at the back affording complete privacy for swimming. I knew the bright sunlight outside and the dark interior of the room would shield me from from detection. I stood a few feet back from the glass and stared. From this vantage point I could see that there were three boys out by the pool. The curly-haired god was back in the water, as was young Jake from yesterday. A third boy reclined in the sun on a poolside lounge chair with his back to me. I could only see the top of his dark-haired head and his skinny arms, but I knew from the physique that he was a boy or young teen. The curly haired boy climbed out of the pool holding an inflated orange ball about the size of a nerf basketball. I could see his face and the front of his body and was not disappointed – his blue eyes framed with long dark lashes would have been the envy of any girl, and his cupid’s bow lips were full and sensual. Though he had an even tan, a smattering of freckles splashed across his nose and upper cheeks. My eyes dropped down his smooth, wet chest where his pectoral muscles and abs were just emerging from his relatively flat, boyish figure. His wet, white trunks viewed from the front left nothing to the imagination. I could see his cut penis pointing to his left, and a small patch of pubic hair. I would guess his soft dick was about four inches long – a respectable size considering he had been in the water. He was only out of the pool for a few seconds, then jumped in the air and spread his legs in a hot-dogging move as he threw the ball at a basketball hoop floating in the water. The boy splash-landed and the ball bounced off the rim of the hoop. “Keith! Keith! It’s my turn!” young Jake yelled as he pursued the wayward ball toward the deep end. “Keith,” I thought to myself. That’s the name of the unbelievable Adonis. I watched Jake retrieve the ball and hoist himself out of the water near the diving board. My heart jumped a beat as I realized he was completely naked. The wet orbs of his backside appeared as he pulled himself up onto the pool deck. He had a slight tan line around his mid-section, but it was only a bit lighter than the rest of his body, which had a deep tan. I would guess he spent a lot of time outdoors with no clothes on. Jake spun around to take a shot at the basketball hoop and I got a quick view of his hairless groin before he hit the water. His circumcised penis was about two inches long and stuck straight out from his body, though it wasn’t erect, probably due to the shrinking effect of the pool water. His balls were drawn up tightly in their round wrinkled sac, and looked like they got plenty of sunlight too. He was a osmaniye escort bit younger than my age of attraction, but I could admire his naked body and knew that he would turn into a stunner in a year or two. “Escuse me…” I was startled by the sound of a soft, latin-accented voice. A small dark-haired woman in her fifties entered the bedroom carrying a stack of folded laundry. She looked at me, then out the sliding glass door, then back at me. She smiled and gave me slight nod, then went over to the bedroom dresser and started putting away the clothing. Shit… I was busted. I opened my tool box and tried to look busy. After she left the room I continued my furtive glances outside but tried to keep busy. I considered taking pictures with my phone but decided the risk wasn’t worth it. I would have to commit these memories to the hard drive in my head. I finished up the installation in that room and moved to the next bedroom. It was the boy’s bedroom with the single hockey poster on the wall. This room also had a view of the pool, but the drapes were almost drawn closed – a gap of about 12 inches left me a little room to ogle the poolside activities. From this room I could see a little more of the kid lying on the lounge chair. I wasn’t able to get a view of his face or upper body, but his flat stomach and long thin legs were visible. Again my heart jumped. The kid was wearing a small blue swimsuit, but it wasn’t a swim-team type of speedo, it was more of a bikini-style swimsuit bottom with thin straps at each hip. The pouch covering the kid’s groin looked like it was struggling to contain his bait and tackle. “What kind of dad lets his kids swim naked or in sexy swimsuits?” I wondered to myself. I kept an eye on the pool as I worked, my attention drawn out the window by the magnetic figures of three boys, one naked and two in revealing swimwear. Finally the kid in the lounge chair stood up and I got a full view of his body from behind. He was skinnier than the other two boys and maybe a couple inches taller than the boy in the white trunks. He approached the edge of the pool with a sultry swagger with his butt cheeks dancing in full view. The back of his swimsuit consisted solely of a narrow piece of fabric running the length of his ass crack. I couldn’t see his face, but decided he was probably 13 or 14 years old judging from his figure. The boy had a head of well kept brown hair, short on the sides and back and longer on top. My cock had been half hard most of the day but was now straining against the front of my work pants. The kid in the string bikini executed a rather awkward dive into the pool. When he came up he pushed his wet hair out of his eyes and I could see his small nose, wide-set vivid blue eyes and a wide mouth. His upper lip was bigger than his lower lip, which gave him a rather feminine look, but he wouldn’t be mistaken for a girl. All three of the kids were attractive and boyish, but each one had a unique look. I got the feeling they weren’t brothers. Of maybe Jim had fathered three boys with three different women, I had to force myself to return to the job, but kept glancing out the window as I worked – my half-inflated cock refused to submit. As I was nearing completion of the camera installation in the second bedroom the kid in the white see-through trunks came in. “Oh, hey. Jim told me he was installing a security system,” the kid said. I froze. His damp suit was still transparent. I struggled to keep my eyes of his groin area and looked him in the face, but his attractiveness was such that I felt light headed. “Yep, I’m just about finished in this room and then I’ll leave you in peace,” I said, trying to sound natural, but feeling like each word was getting caught in my throat.. The kid looked at the small video camera I had installed in an upper corner of the room. From its vantage point the camera could capture the kid’s bed, his desk and most of his bedroom. Jim had requested top of the line equipment. These security cameras captured high-resolution full color images and sound. “Will this thing always be on?” he asked. I explained that the camera would always be capturing images and sound and streaming it to the master drive, but whether the feed appeared on a monitor or was recorded was up to the administrator of the system. There was also a setting where a motion detector could send the feed to a monitor or to be recorded when someone was in the room. “Oh, OK,” he shrugged. He walked over to a dresser and started rummaging around in it while I ogled his magnificent backside. After pulling out a couple clothes, he left the room. I finished up in that room and moved on to the next bedroom, which was the boy’s room with the Lady Gaga and Beyonce posters. I figured this must belong to the kid in the string bikini bottom. The door was closed so I knocked gently. After a few seconds the door opened and it was “string bikini kid.” His hair was still wet . Seeing his eyes close-up was magnetic – the jewel blue color seemed deep and reflective. Skinny tanned legs leading to bare feet stuck out from the bottom of his white t-shirt. He was either still wearing the small swimsuit or was naked under the shirt but it was long enough that I couldn’t see. “Hey, I’m Jake from TechWave Security. I’m installing a security system in the house and I need to work in this room for a bit,” I explained. “Oh, yeah, right,” ostim escort the kid said. “How long will it take?” His adolescent voice had a lilt to it. He didn’t sound overtly gay, but there was a slight flamboyance to the way he talked. “I’ll probably need about an hour,” I said. “Can I stay on my room or do you need me out?” That was an unusual request. No one ever wanted to be in a room when I was working. I’d had people retreat to their garage rather than have to hang out with me while I worked. “It’s no problem if you stay,” I said. “You won’t be in the way.” I carried my ladder and tools into the room. The kid was now lying atop his Star Wars bed spread propped up against a pillow leaning on his headboard. His legs were pulled up and I could see he was still wearing the tiny blue swimsuit. He was absorbed in his iPhone. Through the thin fabric of his bikini bottoms I could make out the shape of each individual testicle and the rather large tube of flesh coiled into the tiny pouch. I perved on the kid every chance I got. He was so into what he was doing on his phone that it was easy to sneak looks. I worked more slowly than I usually did to afford myself more ogling time. As I neared the end of the installation in the boy’s room I decided to get a view of the boy from up on the ladder. The camera was installed opposite the kid’s bed, so my back was to him. I turned around and looked directly at the boy, but this time he wasn’t on his phone – he was looking directly at me and the camera I had just installed. I was busted again – the second time on this job. There could be no explanation for why I made the awkward turn atop the ladder other than because I wanted to look at the kid. His eyes caught mine and I quickly looked away, but I knew I wasn’t fooling him. I could tell he was still looking at me, so I looked back at him. He gave me a knowing smile and subtly pulled up his t-shirt affording me more of a view of his groin area. I finished up quickly and left his room. “Shit!” I thought to myself. “I think he might have been coming on to me and I bailed. Or maybe he wasn’t and I’m just taking it the wrong way. It’s safer that I got out of there. But what if….” I went back and forth in my head, regretting the missed opportunity. The boy definitely sent off a gay vibe. I wasn’t unattractive, but I wasn’t a male model either. Why would the kid even be interested in someone like me? I continued my installation of the cameras and sensors, and then set up the monitor, controllers and hard drive in Jim’s home office. I had to test each camera in the house and make sure the signal was strong and the camera was pointed in the right direction. I switched to the cameras in the boys’ rooms. Jake, the little brown haired mop top, wasn’t in his room but the camera view was sharp and direct. I fiddled with the zoom feature and was able to get close up views almost everywhere in the room. I switched over to the bedroom of the boy named Keith with the white translucent swimsuit. Keith and Jake were sitting in beanbag chairs playing Xbox. That little imp! Jake was still naked, his small cut penis fully visible to my view as he worked his game controller. Keith was wearing tan shorts and a light blue tank top. His sun browned arms and legs were smooth and shapely. I wished I could tape what I was seeing. And then I got an idea. An awful idea. I had a wonderful, awful idea. Jim would be the administrator of the security system, but I could actually set it up so he was a sub-administrator and I was the actual administrator. Since it could be accessed remotely by a smart phone app, I would have full control of the system. To Jim’s knowledge, he would be the sole person who had access and control of it, but I would actually be above him on the system hierarchy, and could keep him from seeing that I was viewing or recording the feeds from the cameras. I knew it was highly unethical, but I would be leaving the house for good that evening after the system was dialed-in and would never get a chance to see the boys again. Not only were they extremely attractive, they seemed very comfortable showing off their physiques; their choice of swimwear (or lack of it) seemed expressly designed to allow their bodies to be seen. It would be such a waste if no one could see it, so why not me? I made a few adjustments to the hardware and software and created a shadow account for myself and a fake administrator’s account for Jim, then took about an hour explaining the system and its features and capabilities to him. While I was working with Jim I could hear the three boys and the Mexican nanny in the kitchen eating dinner. I wished I was in there with them I got back to my condo that night tired and sore, but not so tired that I couldn’t fire up the app and see what the boys were doing. I found little Jake and the string bikini kid in the family room watching TV sitting next to each other on a long couch. Both were wearing shorts and t-shirts. The security cam was so refined that I could see and hear that they were watching “Rick and Morty.” I found Keith in his room siting at his computer. The picture quality was so good that I could see he was watching Youtube prank videos. He was wearing boxer briefs and nothing else. I watched him for about twenty minutes but he stayed in the same position. I jerked off as I watched him, imagining the cock, balls and little patch of pubes I’d seen through his translucent white swimsuit that afternoon. The day’s pent up sexual situations had built up inside my balls – I released jet after jet of cum over my stomach and chest, then took a shower and went to bed. NEXT CHAPTER: What I Saw

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