Voyeur in the Attic

Until I was sixteen we lived in a coastal town that had lot's of foreign language students aged between seventeen and early twenties studying there. We lived in quite a large house and had several of these students staying in the house. They had part of the house more or less to themselves and my father had created a bathroom for their exclusive use. He's quite good at that sort of thing but he never finishes things properly. I had the attic bedroom which gave me lot's of privacy for long wank sessions and so on and the student's bathroom was on the floor below.

In my room was a cupboard which had originally housed a water tank I think and was now my clothes cupboard. One day as I removed a piece of carpet from the floor of the cupboard I saw there was a hole in the floor and putting my eye to the hole I discovered I could see right into the students' bathroom. It was a hole where originally there had been a pipe and I guess as usual my father hadn't finished the job and blocked it off. I immediately saw the exciting possibilities of this discovery and waited till I heard someone in the bathroom below. I lay down half in and half out the cupboard and put my eye to the hole to be rewarded with the sight of one of the male students getting undressed to have a shower. Sometimes it was a girl stripping for her bath or shower and that was a real bonus but we rarely had female students unfortunately.

I became quite obsessed with watching them. Some had showers and some had baths. Usually though not always the guys would have a wank as they relaxed in the warm steamy atmosphere. I would lie there with my cock rock hard, one hand slipped under me squeezing and feeling myself and getting hot and excited. I normally took off my jeans and lay there in just my shorts or briefs.

Sometimes lads would bring in a porno magazine and flick through the pages as they sat on the toilet seat or the side of the bath naked their cock hard and quivering as they flicked and stroked it till they shot into the bowl or over the nude girl on the page. One lad used to bring a letter in presumably from his girl back home and kiss it and laugh to himself as he read it and at the same time masturbated. I always assumed she'd written him a sexy letter.

There was one lad, blondish, nineteen or twenty, good body and a big cock, Austrian I think, who made sure he really enjoyed himself. He'd slowly work himself up and while stroking his cock with his right hand he would caress his body all over with the other. He'd fuck for a while through his cupped hands and admire himself in the mirror. Sometimes he'd press his hard cock against the mirror as though he really was having sex with himself. He was totally absorbed in the sensations he was giving himself and the look on his lovely sexy face, lips slightly open and eyes glazed, was one of sheer ecstasy especially at the moment of shooting his load which he did with shuddering, jerking motions of his body. His thick cream would shoot out, spasm after spasm and would go all over his hand and stomach. Then he'd lovingly wipe himself clean with tissues, squeezing out the last drops of pleasure.

I learned lots of wanking movements and tricks from watching him and other boys in that bathroom. I'd be beside myself with sexual excitement often having difficulty restraining myself from coming too soon. I always creamed copiously into my shorts or briefs at the same time as he reached his orgasm. I'd be shaking for a while afterwards and then I'd bring myself off in bed later in the evening. I remember once, after seeing the Austrian lad bring himself off, I hadn't come and I was so horny that I walked naked round my room frantically rubbing my rock hard cock, my balls and shaft on fire with sexual heat. Then I rolled around on my bed till I exploded in the most intense spunk spraying orgasm I think I've ever had. It was as if my whole body had had an orgasm and it left me exhausted but still tingling with pleasure.