This will be a short story. Nothing too long. Only a couple of chapters. Do not plan on investing all of my time into this story. Just a hot idea that came into my head.

Point of view of Finn.

I hadn't ever really friended my neighbor. I had talked to him once before at a sort of mixer in the lobby. Nothing too exciting. He was a floor under me. It's not like we ever bumped into each other.

But he, he has this really weird habit. Well, I think it's weird. Most people would find it normal. I think it's a bit too...open.

In my apartment building, each room has a little niche that juts out of the wall. It's made of mostly glass except for the floor. It leaves a very nice view of the city and of all the other people in the city.

Most of the people sit at their ledge and read or look down at the streets. My neighbor, he masturbates.

Each night when the sun is about to set, he takes off all of his clothes and jerks off in a red chair. I have no idea why. Maybe to be out in the open. Maybe because sunsets get him horny. All I know is that he just sits there and goes to town on himself so that everyone can see. It's like a porn shop window.

I noticed it the second day in the apartment. I didn't really pay much attention that first time. Or for two years. I just thought it was a normal thing one would see in the city. There are a lot of crazy people and all.

But for some reason one day, I was sitting there looking down at the city, when in the corner of my eye I could see him move, and for some reason, instead of going away and turning on the television, I sat and watched him. I mean, they both contain the same amount of sex.

I watched as he undressed, his muscles flexing as he pulled off his shirt, his abs stretching as it went over his short mohawk. I watched him take off his jeans as his already erect cock swung up so that he was only in his socks.

I continued watching as he sat down and started going at it. He spit on his hand and started rubbing up and down on the surprisingly large pole. He was pretty big, which is saying something, seeing as I was so far away from him.

He started off slow, pushing into his fist, his muscles tense. He seemed to quake a bit with each thrust. But slowly he sped up. He eventually began trembling in his chair. He was so strong, I was surprised the chair could take it.

He moved violently. What was once calm and soothing had become almost dangerous. He had thrown his head back and bit his lower lip as his hands, almost possesed, moved at lightning speed.

His chiseled chest jiggled as he vibrated from the immense pleasure he seemed to be having. Finally, after about twenty minutes of teasing himself, he came all over his stomach. He dried himself off with a towel, dressed back up, and went back into the main area of his apartment.

I did the same, though it seemed odd, since while walking back I noticed that my cock had stiffened. I didn't feel as if I were aroused, yet I was sort of hard. I didn't think I was gay. Was I?