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On the Prowl
When I was in my mid-twenties, I lived with my old roommate from college (he was divorced). We were casually nude around each other—not in a sexual way or anything, but we left the bathroom door open or cracked, and we’d walk into the bathroom when the other was in there showering or whatever, and it was no big deal.
My roommate drove a garbage truck, so when he came home he was always filthy and he took a shower. Anyway, one day, he went into the bathroom to shower, and this time he shut the door tight, which caught my attention for some reason—mostly because he’d never done that before. It made me wonder if he was going to jerk off, and that’s why he closed the door.
This bathroom had two doors to it—one from the main hallway (which is the one he shut) and one that led to my bedroom. That door had swollen, so it never shut tight, but you could wedge the top part of it to close it. On the hunch that he was jerking off, I went into my room and looked through the crack in the door there. The way the bathroom was laid out, I could see the mirror that ran across the opposite wall and I could see his reflection as he stood in front of the mirror. Behind him in the reflection I could see the shower. Through the crack I could see the left side of his body. He was nude and standing in front of the mirror. I could see his left arm moving up and down, but I couldn’t see his hand from this angle. It was clear he was jacking off, and I don’t know what possessed me, but I tried to pull open the door a little more so that I could see the rest of him. I pulled and I was sure that it made a really loud sound, but he didn’t react. Only now, I could see his entire body, and he was most definitely jacking off, and I was watching. I was totally floored. I just sat there and watched. He would jack off while he paged through a Hustler that he had on the counter. (We kept Hustlers and Playboys and Penthouses under the sink in the bathroom). At one point he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lotion for lube, and he turned profile and looked at himself in the mirror and he flexed his hard-on to make it stand straight up. Then he used some of the lotion and lubed himself and continued jacking and looking at the magazine. When he came, it flowed over his hand and he wiped it off with toilet paper, and then jumped in the shower.
Later I went in to the bathroom and found the Hustler, and he had gotten cum all over it and two of the pages were stuck together. I always wondered if he left that for me to find, as it was my Hustler.
After that I always knew when he was going to jack off after work because he always left the bathroom door open when he was just showering, and he always shut it tight when he was going to jack off.
My roommate drove a garbage truck, so when he came home he was always filthy and he took a shower. Anyway, one day, he went into the bathroom to shower, and this time he shut the door tight, which caught my attention for some reason—mostly because he’d never done that before. It made me wonder if he was going to jerk off, and that’s why he closed the door.
This bathroom had two doors to it—one from the main hallway (which is the one he shut) and one that led to my bedroom. That door had swollen, so it never shut tight, but you could wedge the top part of it to close it. On the hunch that he was jerking off, I went into my room and looked through the crack in the door there. The way the bathroom was laid out, I could see the mirror that ran across the opposite wall and I could see his reflection as he stood in front of the mirror. Behind him in the reflection I could see the shower. Through the crack I could see the left side of his body. He was nude and standing in front of the mirror. I could see his left arm moving up and down, but I couldn’t see his hand from this angle. It was clear he was jacking off, and I don’t know what possessed me, but I tried to pull open the door a little more so that I could see the rest of him. I pulled and I was sure that it made a really loud sound, but he didn’t react. Only now, I could see his entire body, and he was most definitely jacking off, and I was watching. I was totally floored. I just sat there and watched. He would jack off while he paged through a Hustler that he had on the counter. (We kept Hustlers and Playboys and Penthouses under the sink in the bathroom). At one point he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lotion for lube, and he turned profile and looked at himself in the mirror and he flexed his hard-on to make it stand straight up. Then he used some of the lotion and lubed himself and continued jacking and looking at the magazine. When he came, it flowed over his hand and he wiped it off with toilet paper, and then jumped in the shower.
Later I went in to the bathroom and found the Hustler, and he had gotten cum all over it and two of the pages were stuck together. I always wondered if he left that for me to find, as it was my Hustler.
After that I always knew when he was going to jack off after work because he always left the bathroom door open when he was just showering, and he always shut it tight when he was going to jack off.



















He isn't really that attractive and a bit of a nerd, but sometimes from that night I just wanna bone him. He was happy to wank infront of us under the covers, who knows what he'd do if he was a little tipsy? 






