The Sex Freak: One Gay Man’s Addiction for Teenage Boy-Flesh

By Mark Peters

A raw and explicit account of five different incidents based on the confessions of a seemingly respectable middle aged Doctor who hides a secret perverted passion for spying and peeping on young teenage boys.

Initially he is happy enough just to follow and watch them until one day, when he loses all self control, takes his perversion to another level, and actually confronts them, smooth talking them into joining him in his sleaze-filled world. This is hardcore gay erotica that will definitely arouse and satisfy all those who are searching for something more than the usual 'guy beds guy' garbage. Weird, freaky and addictive.

Author Mark Peters nails it; five raw incidents of kinky gay perversion – Don't miss- Highly recommended. Scroll down to buy now!

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Peters
• Release date: May 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393354857

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The Sex Freak

One Gay Man’s Addiction for Teenage Boy-Flesh

I suppose some would describe me as a freak or a pervert. And I think I would have to agree. It’s true. After all this time I’ve finally come to terms with it, and know what? I wouldn’t swap it for the world. I’ve owned up and confessed, and I’m quite open about it.

So, time for me to share some of the things I’ve done with certain guys; not the hard-line stuff, just the more acceptable kind of stuff. I’ve grouped these stories under names, maybe easier to remember them that way. I think I better try and start at the beginning, and with a dream cum true 19 year old called Jay.....

#1: Jay

My dad had great things in mind for me. From the time I was twelve years old I was to be a doctor like he was. I wanted to be an architect, like my late mother, but Dad would not hear of it. He said that no son of his would be found messing around on some construction site with a hardhat and wearing muddy work boots. My school years were hard for me, completely centered around education and no time for friends or hobbies or sports. I didn’t enjoy those school years much and freaking glad when I finally escaped.

I knew early on that I was gay, but it’s strange how I discovered it; all due to the neighbor next door. I was eighteen and seriously into watching porn on the net while my dad was out at work, tucked safely away in my room. I even had my own code lock for my laptop, safe guarding my history and video downloads of gay porn.

I was watching one of these videos one night, playing with my cock as usual, when the neighbor’s light beside our house came on. Being a nosey type as usual I went over to the window and peeped out and what I saw definitely re shaped the rest of my life. There standing in the middle of his bedroom was the husband of the family; he had just walked in the room and taken off his coat. The light was on, but no one else was there. He started to take off his clothes and that’s when I started to get interested. This was like watch a male stripper. I remembered about a pair of binoculars my father had for his spare time hobby to watch birds and wildlife. I went and got them and went back over to the window.

It was warming up; he had just taken off his shirt and I zoomed in to look at those beautiful well-defined abs and pecs. For a guy in his mid forties he looked hot. He then unbuttoned his pants and took them off along with his underwear. I just had to stare harder, even gasped as I saw my first-ever prick, apart from my own and on porn videos of course, but this was real life and the sight of that beautiful semi erect weapon was burned into my brain for the rest of my days. He stepped out of sight and went into the next room; I knew the room was their bathroom from the way the glazed windows

I waited for about a half hour, determined to catch sight of him again, my eyes still glued to the bedroom, and then he came out dripping water on the floor as he crossed the room to his bed. He got into bed, fully naked, and turned off the light and then complete darkness; that was the end of my cock show, my first ever glimpse of man flesh. But the thing that really turned me on was the thought that I’d been peeping on him and he never knew. I found that so exciting that I tossed myself off that night thinking of all the shit I could get up to with my new-found vice. That was the first time, but definitely not the last; just the start.

Later that year I went off to college to take up medicine and after a six years time period I was a twenty six year-old qualified doctor with my own practice. My dad had died a year after I qualified and left me more money than I could spend in a lifetime; apparently he’d been quite the investor, playing the stocks and shares, knowing when to buy and sell. An expert on the money markets. I was never that good at the number side of things, but now I didn’t need to be as I didn’t have any money worries anymore. There was one stipulation in the will he left, and that was that I was to be married before any money would be handed over. I think he knew all along that I was gay, although we never talked about it, and was still exerting his control over me even from beyond the grave.

I had this female friend; a good looking girl I’d hung out with in my youth and went to college together. She was ok, I liked her as a friend, but we’d parted when she failed out of med school and went into journalism instead. We kept in contact with each other, and I found out that she’d married and divorced in one year, which I thought was something of a record. Anyway, apparently she was now working freelance and needed money to go and do some research work overseas.

We met up for a drink and I came straight out with it and I asked her to marry me, saying if she did she would have all the money she needed to pursue any of her dreams. She said she’d need some time to think about it, but as it turned out only needed a day before she said yes. We had this quiet ceremony with a couple of friends, and then because I’d complied with dad’s will the money was mine. I wasn’t as stupid as I looked and made her sign a pre nup, saying that if she ever tried to divorce me she would get nothing; a big fat zero. She agreed, with one stipulation that she could buy a house somewhere where she could discreetly meet any guy she’d picked up with. Fine by me, I didn’t give a rat’s ass what she did and who she did it with, as long as she was my show-case wife. Everything was written down and witnessed between our two lawyers. Now, I was a well-respected doctor, had a trophy wife to bring out and show off on special occasions, and had all the money in the world to pursue my afterhours activities, my secret life of debauchery, as I liked to call it. You see, I still liked to watch, but now I could afford all the toys to make this little hobby more enjoyable than ever. I put a guy, who knew all the latest in electronics, and had a handle on all the spy stuff, on a retainer; he would be the guy to supply all the necessary shit I needed to enjoy my perversion to the full.

I found the easiest people to watch were families, but that became stale very quickly. Then I tried spying on single men, late teens and early twenties mainly as they didn’t seem to care about privacy or stuff like that, and that is where I found that I got my biggest kicks from. When I found a single guy, regardless of his sexual orientation, straight, Bi, or an ass bandit like me, I would hire my guy to rig up some very discreet and hidden cameras and he never failed me. I could easily watch from the comfort of my home or office, but even though that was exciting, and I could sit there jerking off whilst watching I didn’t get quite the same thrill as when I would peep on a subject in person. So from time to time I would stroll around the local neighborhood at nights, and when I spotted a guy alone in his home, with the lights on and the curtains open, I would sneak up and spy into his window. All I wanted to do was see him up close, no matter the risks of being caught, what I could have seen with my cameras in the privacy of my home, sitting there with my pants round my ankles, a glass of wine in one hand and my prick in the other. Seeing it all up close and personal with the thrill of not knowing if I would get caught or not was what I was beginning to live for. This perversion was beginning to take over and now way did I want to fight it; I loved it and lived for it.

Then one day without any warning or reason why, it all became so mundane and usual, even boring and I lost my desire to watch anyone. I just got my head down and went to