Voyeur Files - Part III

When I was in college, I worked on a project with a guy, and we started hanging out a lot. He was 22 and hot. One time I was hanging out at his apartment which he shared with a friend of his. I went upstairs to pee. (The bathroom and the two bedrooms—his and his roommate's—were on the second floor.) I could see into his bedroom as I headed to the bathroom, and I noticed a small white golf towel next to his bed. On a hunch that it was his cum towel, I went in and picked it up and, sure enough, it was covered with dry cum. That was a big turn on for me, but I didn't do anything about it since I had to get back downstairs. After that I always looked for the towel when I was over. After I didn't see it for awhile, I got brave enough to look in his top dresser drawer and there it was, neatly folded, but still covered in dry cum.

One night a few of us went out for drinks, and he and I ended up back at my place.  He crashed on the floor of my family room, and I slept in my room.  In the morning, he said he hadn't seen much porn and he wondered if I had any porn tapes.  I found a bisexual video and popped it in and we watched it.  He voiced discomfort with the guy-on-guy aspects of the video, but he said it was cool and he would watch it.  I had to go downstairs for something, and when I came back upstairs, I was talking to him as I came up the steps.  As soon as I could see into the room, I saw him standing in front of the TV with his jeans open and unzipped and his cock out.  He was jacking off to the video.  He heard me, so he turned away from me and walked toward the window as he stuffed his dick back into his pants.  He wanted me to think he was simply looking out the window and not doing what I had clearly just seen him doing.  I wasn’t sure what to do, so I turned and went back downstairs.  I was instantly horny from seeing him stroking, so I pulled out my dick and started jacking.  I had barely started when he came down the steps asking me what I had wanted to say.  I pulled my pants up and zipped up before he saw me.  I was flustered and wasn't sure what to say.  He had put his dick away and fastened his jeans, but his erection was clearly visible under his pant leg as it ran down his right leg.  I couldn't help but notice, but I just kept rambling.  Neither of us acknowledged what I had caught him doing.  Much later he admitted to me that he knew I saw what he was doing, but he was embarrassed so he pretended not to know.  I had to laugh though because he had to know I was coming right back, but yet he couldn’t control himself and had to whip his dick out with me in the next room.

A month or two later he was looking for another place to live and I had an extra bedroom so I said he could move in with me, which he did. One day when I was in his room, I noticed a stain on the wood floor.  I looked at it and it was clearly a dried puddle of cum.  I didn't imagine it was great for the finish on the floor, but it was also hot.  After that I would look to see if he was still doing it.  It seemed strange that he didn't clean up his mess but just shot on the floor. 

One day I walked into his room and there was a new puddle that was still very wet so he must have jacked off before he left for class. I got down on the floor and ran my fingers through the puddle.  I couldn't help myself.  I shouldn't admit that I also licked it. As time went on, the puddles spread around the perimeter of the bed.  It was as if he was marking his territory or something. He would watch porn as he sat at my computer.  He always turned the volume up so loud it was hard to miss what he was doing.  He would watch porn and jerk off, cumming on the carpet.  I could tell because the carpet would be wet, and it was light-colored, so the cum stains started to show. Plus, one time he left a puddle on the desk next to the keyboard.  I wondered if he deliberately left it or if he just forgot to wipe it up.

One night I had been upstairs watching TV and he was in his room.  I was ready for bed, so I came downstairs. His bedroom door was closed, but I could clearly hear the sounds of porn coming from his room. Again he had the volume so high that it was hard to miss.  I didn't know if it was because he wanted me to hear it or if it was just because the sounds of sex were a turn-on to him. I figured that if he was watching porn, he had to be jacking. I wanted to knock on the door, but instead, just to be sure, I went outside and looked to see if his window blinds were open, which they were, and there he was lying on his bed, propped up against the wall with pillows.  He was wearing boxer briefs that were pulled down under his balls.  His legs were straight out and he was jerking his cock as he watched the porn. I stood outside and watched.  I couldn't help it. He had joked that he was Italian, so his dick was huge. I had seen it soft, and it was impressive, but hard: wow, he wasn't kidding.

He jacked himself with both hands.  He lay there stroking, but at one point he stopped and held his boner so it was standing straight up, and he admired it for a moment or two and then he went back to stroking.Then after lying on his back and stroking, he got up on his knees at the foot of the bed, and he continued stroking as he kneeled on the edge of the bed.  Again, he would stop and hold his cock out to look at it and admire it and then he’d start stroking again.  He sped up his stroking, so I knew he was getting close.  Then he froze and cum shot out of his dick.  He shot over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. It was one of the hottest things I ever saw.  When the cum stopped shooting out by its own force, he milked his dick and flicked it so that the last drops of cum splashed on the floor.  He got up and picked up a dirty t-shirt off the floor and wiped his dick and hand with it.  He made no effort to clean up the cum that hit the floor. He pulled up his boxer briefs, turned off the porn and the TV and his room went dark.  I went back inside and beat off to what I’d seen.

Those were the only times I saw him jacking off, but I found the evidence around the house all the time.