Voyeur Files - Part II

A few years back I had a couple of roommates. One was in his late 20's and worked as a model (honestly) and a carpenter. I had met him before he moved in, so we knew each other, but I was going to school with his then-girlfriend who knew I had an extra room, so she put us together. He was very handsome and well-built, but I got the impression he had been a skinny kid who started working out to transform himself and that he never fully believed how good-looking he was.  Around the house he rarely wore a shirt and mostly hung out in just a pair of low-slung basketball shorts.  I didn’t mind at all, and I think he liked the attention and needed the validation, so I didn’t mind openly looking at him and at his body. He would go into the bathroom to shower, and he would often use that situation to start a conversation with me.  He would start talking to me, and I couldn't hear him, so I'd ask, “What?” and go and stand in the bathroom doorway so we could talk.  He would go about his business, preparing for the shower, undressing in front of me as he told me what he wanted to tell me—though it was always idle chit-chat. He would continue the conversation as he stood there fully naked.  I would deliberately let my eyes drop to his crotch, but I would make it look like a quick sneaky look because I truly thought he had started the conversation in order to get naked in front of me and so I could admire his body, and I wanted to give him the validation he was seeking (and that he deserved).  And I won't lie—I liked looking. He never got hard from this, but his dick looked huge even when soft, so maybe he had a semi going.  He would nonchalantly pull on it or adjust himself, but not in an obvious way, though I know it had to be deliberate and for my benefit.  He also regularly turned away from me and “accidentally’ dropped his underwear on the floor, so he had to bend over in front of me, exposing his ass to me. Shortly after he moved in, he had broken up with my friend, and he was dating another woman—who was also a friend of mine.  The first night she stayed over, I could hear them fucking loudly and it turned me on.  The next day I went into his room to gather up garbage and I found a used condom on the floor in his room.  He had pulled it off and knotted it to hold his cum in.  I carefully untied the condom to see his jism, but I didn't know what to do with it, so I stuck my finger in to feel it, and I jacked off into it and then tied it off and put it back where I found it. His bedroom was at the back of the house, and one of his windows was next to the back door. He usually kept the blinds shut, but one night I was coming home late at night, and as I was walking toward the backdoor, I saw that his light was on and the blinds were askew.  When I noticed the blinds, I thought, wouldn't it be funny if he were in his room jerking off right now? As I walked up to the door, I peered into his window, and to my astonishment, he was jerking off. He was kneeling on his mattress, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts that were pulled down in the front and hooked under his balls. He was on his knees in front of his TV, watching a porn video.  I hoped he was watching guy-on-guy action, but I saw that it was a straight video that belonged to our other roommate's brother.  The brother had lent the video to his brother, but this guy had “borrowed” it.  It was a scene with two guys on one girl, so I imagined it was he and I with his girlfriend. Though I'd seen his cock soft, I had never seen him hard. His ex-girlfriend had told me it was big, but suddenly there it was hard and in front of me. It had the most perfect proportion with an upward curve. He was slowly stroking it with his right hand while he watched the video.  I'm a sucker for watching someone who doesn't know he is being watched because then he just does what he wants and doesn't censor himself.  I was eager to see what he did when he masturbated and if he had any masturbatory quirks. I was overwhelmed by seeing him like that, and my dick got hard almost immediately.  I was in the backyard and it was dark, so I dared to unzip my pants and pull out my cock to stroke as I watched him, hoping none of my neighbors came outside or could see me through their windows. His eyes were glued to the TV and the video as he stroked his cock.  If he had turned his head just a few inches to his left, he would have seen me at the window, probably with my tongue hanging out.  After a few moments of this, he looked down at his cock and he started to watch himself stroke. That nearly pushed me over the edge, so I stopped stroking so that I could watch without cumming before he finished.  He watched his dick as he stroked for a minute or so and then he stopped.  He pushed his dick down so it was standing straight out and he just looked at it for a moment or two.  He was admiring his cock.  That also nearly made me shoot even though I wasn’t even touching my dick.  He looked at his cock as he held it out with his right hand, and he reached down with his left hand and grabbed his balls.  He squeezed them and then started stroking again as he looked at himself and pulled on his balls.  Then he stopped stroking and with both hands he grabbed his dick and squeezed it, milking out the precum that was starting to escape from his dick.  He wiped it up between his forefinger and thumb.  He looked at it on his hand.  I whispered, “Taste it,” but he wiped his fingers on his boxer shorts instead.  That was still hot but I had hoped to see him lick his sticky fingers.  Then he looked up and watched the video again as he continued to stroke. This pattern of watching the video and then watching his cock went on for a few minutes until, without warning, BAM!  His cock erupted and three jets of cum shot out of his dick.  Each shot arched out of his cock, landing out of my line of sight. He held his dick in his right hand and leaned down to pick up a towel with his left hand.  He wiped his dick with the towel and then he wiped his hand.  I figured he laid the towel on the floor before he started and then shot onto it. After he wiped himself up, he threw the towel on the floor, pulled up his boxers and got up to turn off the light and go to bed.  At that point I didn’t dare finish myself off in the backyard because I thought he might hear me, so I tucked my hard-on back into my pants, zipped up and went around to the front of the house.  I came in through the front door because I worried that if he heard me come in the back door after he had just jacked off that he would know I saw him.  To be honest, I don’t think he would have minded being watched. When I got inside, I went to my room and finished myself off, shooting farther than usual.  After that, I still saw him naked around the house, as usual, but I didn’t see him hard and stroking again, but damn, if that image isn’t seared in my memory. P.S.  The next day he and I were talking in his room and I saw the towel on the floor.  I wanted to pick it up innocently to see his reaction, but I couldn’t think of a way to make it not seem like I knew what I’d find in it.