The Exhibitionist Meets the Voyeur

[cocklust]

Part One

Jason was shirtless the first time I met him. And I couldn’t stop staring.

He’d posted an ad on needaplacetolive.com, a site that I had been frequently visiting in the last few days. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was in desperate need of a new place, since I decided it would be a cold day in hell before I moved back in with my parents. His ad said his last roommate had unexpectedly moved out and he needed a replacement quick. Rent was not cheap, after all. I responded to his ad and we had a great phone conversation. Jason seemed like a really cool guy- 27 years old (only a year older than me), straight, and worked as a personal trainer. Even though my ideal roommate would have been another gay man, I decided that beggars can’t be choosers. He seemed to like me over the phone and I agreed to stop at his place the next day between 11:00 and 1:00 so we could meet in person and decide if we were compatible or not. His apartment was only a few miles from where I was crashing with my best female friend, and I misjudged how long it would take me to get there. I ended up ringing the doorbell of his apartment at about 10:45.

It took longer than I expected for him to come answer the door. And when he did, I was greeted by the sight of an unbearably hot shirtless stud. He had short black hair, an angular jawline covered by a few days of sexy stubble, and eyes the color of a swimming pool.

“Uh, hi,” I said awkwardly. “Jason?”

“Yeah. Bryce?”

I nodded. “Sorry, I know I’m a little early. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

His torso was lean and muscular. A light, perfect pattern of black chest hair coated his hard pecs and six pack. His bushy armpit hair was visible even with his arms lowered.

“Nah, man. I was just finishing a workout," he said. "I thought I’d have time to finish and shower before you got here. I figured you’d be coming close to 1:00 than 11:00. He smiled and wiped his forehead with a small white towel.

“I’m sorry,” I said again. “Do you want me to come back a little later?”

“No, it’s cool,” Jason said, using the towel to wipe the sweat from his pits.

I tried hard to not be obvious about the way I was staring at his body. Unconsciously, my eyes traveled down the length of his torso and noticed the faint trace of black pubic hair just above the waistband of his dark blue gym shorts.
Fuck. I would kill to see what he had inside those shorts.

“Come on in,” he said, gesturing inside with his head.

He took me on a tour of the clean and nicely furnished apartment. We talked briefly about each other’s lives. He told me how his last roommate just up and left one day and I told him about my breakup with my boyfriend.

“I'm getting good vibes from you,” Jason said. “I think this could work out. Do you mind if I go jump in the shower and then we can talk details?”

“Sure,” I said. “No problem.”

“Great. I’ll only be a minute. Help yourself to a beer if you’d like.”

I thanked him and he headed off to the bathroom. A moment later, I heard the sound of the shower water blasting. I stood in the middle of the living room…not getting a beer and not sitting down. How the hell could I focus on anything other than the potential of sharing an apartment with a hot straight guy who was, at this very minute, naked…only a few feet away from me? I meandered through the apartment, checking out the rooms again. As I passed by the bathroom I noticed that the door was open a crack. He’d probably left it open intentionally so as to avoid steaming up the bathroom. I approached the door.

Do I dare?

Should I look inside? No. Don’t be a fucking pervert. What if he saw me? He’d never want to live with a guy who would spy on him while he was in the shower only a few minutes after meeting him.

I passed by the door completely, taking notice out of the corner of my eye that the shower was in perfect view if I just paused at the right angle.

Don’t do it!

My cock was stiffening at the idea. And my voyeuristic tendencies were pulling my body forward.

I peeked inside. The shower had a glass door. I could see that he was facing away from me, but thanks to the fogginess of the glass I couldn’t see much more. Just a muscular back and the barest hint of upper buttcrack. He reached behind and soaped himself, like he was wiping his ass with a shower puff.

Yeah, that’s it, I thought to myself. Wash that manfunk out of that asshole.

Jesus Christ. When did I become such a pervert?

The glass was becoming even foggier, so I knew the show was over. I backed away and left the hall. As I heard the water shutting off I grabbed a beer and sat down on the couch so it would seem like I was there the whole time. A few minutes later Jason was back…fully clothed, with wet hair, wearing a tanktop that clung to his muscles and showed off his perfect physique.

We spent the next hour talking, laughing, and drinking beer. For the entire conversation I had to remain consciously aware of where my eyes were settling so as not to have him catch me leering or staring at his bulge. He seemed to be oblivious to my lust and by the end of our time together, it was decided that we were going to be roommates.

***

A week later I was fully moved in. It took a few days for the novelty of living with a hot guy to wear off, but eventually I was able to act normal and have a conversation with him without wondering what he was carrying around with him inside his pants. Over the next few weeks we settled into a routine, and eventually I didn’t even react when I saw him shirtless.

And there were plenty of shirtless times.

He worked out at least 3 times per week, and he did it without a shirt, just like the first day I met him. And seeing as it was the height of the summer, he often walked around the apartment bare-chested. I started to see it less as a distraction and more of just eye candy for the apartment.

One day he caught me off guard by asking me something I never thought another guy would ask me.

“Bryce,” he said.

“Yeah?”

He raised his arms behind his head. “Do you think my pits are too hairy?”

I blinked. “Uh…what?”

“What I mean is…do you think girls would be turned off and want me to trim?”

“I…uh…well….” I stammered. “You do realize that asking a gay man is not the same as asking a woman, right?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, lowering his arms. “I just thought I’d get your opinion. I mean, what do gay guys think?” He raised one arm again and looked at his armpit as if it would give him the answer to his dilemma.

“Well, I mean, I think a lot of gay guys think armpit hair is sexy. It’s very manly. For girls, I don’t think they mind, as long as it’s not out of control. My best friend Kim has told me that if she can see pit hair even when a guy has his arms lowered, it’s not attractive.”

“Really?” Jason lowered his arm again. Tufts of black hair peeked out beyond his muscular bicep. “Fair enough. I guess I’ll give them a trim.”

“Good. I’m glad that’s settled,” I joked.

That night I masturbated while fantasizing about pinning him down, raising his arms above his head, and attacking his thick hairy armpits with my tongue.

Jason also continued to leave the bathroom door ajar when he took a shower. I resisted the urge to peek, and I wondered if it was just my imagination that the crack left by the door got just a little bit wider each time. But then one day I was passing by the bathroom while he showered…determined to stay on my best behavior and ignore my naked roommate….when I saw that the door was wide open.

“Yo, Bryce!”

I stopped at the open door, not knowing what to do. He had just called to me. Should I look directly at him or would that be weird? “Yeah?” I said, averting my eyes.

“I forgot to get myself a towel. Can you bring me one from the linen closet?”

“Sure,” I answered.

I went to fetch a towel, wondering how I was going to go into the bathroom and give him a towel without looking directly at his naked body. I figured I could just set it on the bathroom sink as I passed by and not even go in. I was probably overthinking it. The shower door was probably so fogged over that I wouldn’t see anything but a big blurry blob.

As I shut the door to the closet, I heard the water turn off. And as I walked back to the bathroom, I heard the glass shower doors slide open.

He was done showering.

I slowly approached the open bathroom door, still set on my plan to just lay the towel down for him on the sink and let him drag his soaking wet body over to it. But as I reached the doorway, he said, “Thanks man,” and reached his arms out to take it.

I had no choice. I stepped into the bathroom and handed it to him, simultaneously taking in his naked glory.

As he put the towel on his head to dry his hair, his face was momentarily covered. I used the moment to let my eyes travel south to the promised land.

Fuuuucck!

He had a lush, thick mound of black pubic hair that surrounded a beefy flaccid penis and a low dangling hairy scrotum. He pulled the towel off his head and I immediately lifted my eyes and turned to leave.

“Wait up!” he said. I turned back to face him.

He continued toweling off as he had a full on conversation with me. I can’t even remember what it was about. Nothing consequential. For him, it was no big deal to be completely naked with his bro as they talked about whatever. For me, it was hard to think about anything except for that dick, which swayed back and forth with his movements. When he was finished saying whatever the hell he had been saying, he hung up his towel and walked past me, leaving the bathroom and heading for his bedroom. I watched him leave, astounded at what I had just seen, and was treated to the sight of a round, perfect ass with a hint of black hair running down the inside of the crack.

I licked my lips.

And I didn’t even take the time to go to my room. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and beat my dick into oblivion.

****

 

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Part Two

I’d been living with Jason for about a month when his ex-roommate David stopped by to pick up some things he had left behind. Jason was at work at the time.

“I’m glad Jason found a new roommate,” David said after I had handed him a box of his stuff. “Good luck with that.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Good luck? What do I need luck for?”

“Good luck living with a guy like Jason. Better you than me.”

I furrowed my brow. “It’s been great so far. What do you mean?”

David shook his head. “I just couldn’t live with a guy like that.”

“A guy like what?”

“You know...the constant talk about sex, the parading around half naked….I think Jason’s like, an exhibitionist or something. I think he gets off on people seeing him.”

“Seeing him?”

“Yeah. Like seeing him naked, or jerking off, or fucking, or whatever.”

My eyes went wide. “You saw all that?”

David snorted. “It’s not like I had a choice. The guy always seemed to have his dick out. As if he wanted me to see it. And the last thing I want to see is another guy’s dick flopping around all the time, am I right?”

I chuckled politely. Little did he know how much I would actually love to see cock all the time.

“This one time I came home and Jason was jerking off right there on the couch.” He pointed to the middle sofa seat. “And he didn’t even have the decency to put down a towel or anything. I was pissed. I didn’t want to be smelling his ass sweat while I sat there to play video games.” He shook his head. “I just had to get out of here.”

“Well, uh..I understand,” I said. After we exchanged a few more pleasantries and said it was nice to meet each other, David picked up his box and left.

I lowered myself onto the couch, replaying every interaction Jason and I had had so far. Was Jason actually an exhibitionist? Did he like having me see him shirtless all the time? And did he want me to see him naked in the shower? I smiled to myself. Well, if Jason is an exhibitionist, then I am free to be a voyeur. If he wanted to show me something, then I was ready and willing to see it.

***

Obviously I wasn’t going to say anything to Jason about what David had said. And I wasn’t going to go out of my way to try to catch any glimpses of him or even talk about anything sexual. If he truly was an exhibitionist, then he would find a way to let me see. Shirtless workouts continued. Showers with the door open continued. And little by little we started talking about each other’s personal lives. He told me about Haley, the girl he was fucking, and I told him that I hadn’t gotten much action after my break-up.

“Bro, you’re telling me that you’re not getting your dick sucked on the regular? Shit. I figured the gays would be lining up to suck you off.”

I laughed it off.

“Dude, you must be beatin your shit on the daily.”

It was the first time either of us had brought up masturbation. “Well, maybe not on the daily," I said. "But I will say that my right hand is my best friend these days.”

His cell phone rang as he laughed at my comment. It was Haley. He gave me a head nod and headed to his bedroom. And because I'm a perv, I went and listened at the door. I didn’t actually think I’d hear anything, but I did know he wasn’t going to be seeing her tonight and I was curious as to what they would talk about. And it didn’t take long for the conversation to get…spicy. My cock tingled as I heard him talking about the things he wanted to do to her pussy. Even though I had no desire to fuck a woman, I loved hearing him describe the way his cock would destroy her. I could only imagine that he was jerking off while talking to her, and I wished I had the superpower to see through doors. I didn’t hear him end the call, but suddenly I heard him get up from his bed. I ran back to the kitchen to pretend I’d been there the whole time. He came out, with his shirt on…but no pants. That wasn’t unusual, because he had walked around in his underwear before because of the heat. The difference was this time he had a raging hard on.

He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He drank from the bottle and started talking to me about Haley as if he didn’t have an erection that was straining to get out of his underwear. I stared, unable to help myself. It wasn’t protruding from his body comically. The underwear kept it restrained. It kept it against his body, pointing up and to the left. It did, however, push against his underwear enough that it pulled them down ever so slightly, giving me a glimpse of pubes. Jason said a few things to me that I didn’t register and then headed back to his bedroom. Nothing was said about his boner. He hadn’t drawn attention to it or joked about it or anything. He just did what he would normally do while ignoring what was happening in his shorts.

Was he hoping I would take notice of his meaty prick? Did he want me to see it? Would he want me to see it outside of its underwear prison?

***

For weeks I had been thinking about what David had said about catching him jacking off on the couch. I wondered if I would ever get the privilege of being treated to such a show. Each time I stepped through our front door I had a fleeting thought about whether this would be the day. A few times I even lied about when I would be home so he wouldn’t be expecting me when I burst through the door. My thoughts about catching him in the act became a distraction, and it got to a point where I was starting to get a boner each time I approached our front door. And when it finally happened, it was one of the few times that I actually wasn’t expecting it or prepared for it. I didn’t even think he was home. He had left for work at the same time I had, and I knew he wasn’t due home until later in the evening. I thought that maybe since I was supposed to have the apartment to myself, maybe I could get some alone time on the couch with my cock. I opened the door and went inside, my mind occupied with work stuff, and it was the sound of Jason saying “Oh shit!” that made me look up.

He was sitting in the middle of the couch, completely naked. He was already reaching for a sofa pillow by the time I looked over at him. I got only the quickest glimpse of hard dick before it was covered.

“Oh shit!” I said as well. “Sorry! I uh…I just…” I stammered, embarrassed…as if I were the one being caught.

“Nah man, it’s cool,” Jason said. “I didn’t know what time you were getting home. I was just chatting with Haley and she gave me a set of blue balls that I had to take care of. Sorry you had to see that.”

I didn’t bother telling him that, much to my dismay, I really didn’t see anything.

“I thought you were at work,” I said.

“My client canceled on me, so I came home.”

Thinking it would be weird for me to keep staring at him….naked except for the square pillow covering the best parts…I headed for the kitchen.

“Sorry again, bro,” he said. “I know I should just beat my meat in my room.”

“It’s fine,” I said, not knowing how else to respond.

“Yeah? You’re cool with it?”

I opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. “Sure. It’s your apartment too. You can ‘beat your meat’ wherever you want.”

“Sweet. Thanks dude. So you don’t mind if I finish real quick?”

I almost spit out the sip of water I had just taken. “Uh, no. Go for it,” I said. The couch faces away from the kitchen, so from my vantage point I could only see the back of his head. He tossed the pillow away and I heard the telltale fapping sounds of a man jacking off. Fuck. If I had only stayed where I was, I’d be seeing everything right now. I wondered if I had stayed and continued the conversation from where I was standing when I first caught him, would the conversation have taken the same route? Would he have asked if he could finish even though I was standing right there?

He grunted as he pounded his dick. His breathing became labored and I heard a few soft “fucks.” And I could only stare at the back of his head. He raised one arm and put it behind his head. Goddammit! If I was only a few steps from where I was standing now, I’d be treated to the sight of both dick AND pit!

The fapping sound increased in speed and based on his grunts, I knew he was close. My own penis was throbbing, and since he couldn’t see me, I reached down and rubbed it through my pants. With one final grunt and a muttering of “shit…fuck,” I knew he was done. I took my hand of my crotch and looked down at the mail that had been placed on the counter. If he looked back at me I wanted him to see that his masturbating had no effect on me whatsoever. He sat there, just breathing, for about 20 seconds. Then he said, “Man, Bryce. You’re lucky.”

“I am?” I said.

Jason pushed himself off the couch, turned around, and put the pillow back into place. “Yeah, you got that smooth chest and stomach.” He walked toward me. My fully naked roommate, only a few feet from me. I could see the splatter of cum he had released across his stomach. Semen was matted into his hair and there were gobs of white in his pubic hair. His dick was still semi-hard and was also covered in jizz. “It’s a bitch to get cum out of body hair.” He passed by me nonchalantly and headed for the bathroom. “I’m gonna hit the shower.”

I stood there, frozen in my spot, wondering if he’d even noticed the drop of cum that had dripped from the tip of his dick onto the floor. I stared at it until I heard the shower start. All I could think was, what the fuck? I slowly walked over to the couch. I looked down at the middle cushion and thought again about what David had said. I don’t know what the hell possessed me to do it, but I got on my knees and lowered my nose to the damp spot. It definitely smelled of man butt. I reached down and put my hand inside my pants. With Jason’s manly scent filling my nostrils, I closed my eyes and stroked my dick. My underwear was filled with cream before Jason even finished his shower.

***

 

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Part Three

The next morning I stared at myself in the mirror as I was brushing my teeth. The images and smells from the day before were playing on a loop in my head. And just the thought was causing my dick to wake up.

“Sup man.”

My eyes widened as Jason entered the bathroom. I had left the door open, naturally, because all I was doing was brushing my teeth. However, I was shirtless and in my underwear. I didn’t expect Jason to barge in. He headed for the toilet and I turned slightly away, hoping he wouldn’t notice my growing penis. To my astonishment, he lifted the toilet lid, whipped out his dick, and started pissing.

“Man, I have this bitch of a client to work with today,” he said, casually having a conversation with me as if he weren’t holding his own pissing cock a few feet away.

He kept talking about his upcoming day at work and all I could focus on was the sound of a strong stream of urine hitting the toilet water and my view of the big purple mushroom head that was producing it. I responded with a few words and watched out of the corner of my eye as he shook off his dick and put it back in his underwear. He told me he would catch me later and left to get dressed.

I looked at myself in the mirror again and shook my head. If this was what David experienced, then I could see why, as a straight guy, he would have wanted to move out.

But for me, as a proud gay voyeur…all I wanted was more.

***

Jason wanted me to see him masturbating. That’s the conclusion that I came to. I was sure he’d never flat out say that’s what he wanted, but all the clues were there. So I was going to try my hardest to get a front row seat to the show.

A few weeks went by with nothing more than the same shit: Shirtless Jason, Underwear Jason, Showering Jason…and even one special performance of Manscaping Jason. (That was the day I caught him trimming his chest and armpit hair). Alas, I was not treated to any other performances of Jerking off Jason. But then there was the night when he was talking about the last time he fucked Haley. He must have lost his mind and mistaken me for a straight guy because I got some detailed intel about her titties and her shaved pussy. He said they were supposed to get together that night but she had to cancel at the last minute. I could tell he was horny by the way he was talking about her and every so often tugging at his shorts to adjust what was no doubt a growing boner in his pants. When he said good night to me and headed to his bedroom, I waited only about five minutes before I went down the hall to his room. The door was open just a bit and I could see his light was still on. I figured he was probably just lying on his bed staring at his phone, so I peeked inside.

I was wrong.

He was whacking off.

He was completely naked, lying on his bed with his legs spread open. I almost gasped audibly but managed to swallow it. I was finally seeing what I had been longing to see: his full erection.

It was impressive. Long, thick, and mouthwatering. From my position I could see directly into his hairy asshole and I watched as his nuts bounced up and down with each stroke. The way his shaft protruded from the bed of pubic hair reminded me of a rocket launching with a huge plume of smoke beneath it. He grunted as he stroked himself and slapped his dick against his belly. I knew he couldn’t see me. So I released my own cock and started working it. If he were to suddenly stop, I could easily get away and escape to my room before he had a chance to come out into the hall and find me. He cupped his balls and used his middle finger to rub around his asshole. Then he lifted his hand up and rubbed his nipple before letting his hand roam around his pecs, caressing his own chest hair.

I don’t know how long we spent jerking ourselves off, but it couldn’t have been very long. I noticed the telltale signs of a man about to orgasm and I watched intently as he lifted his hips, pointed his dick to the sky, and blasted a load of cum straight up into the air. It fell back down onto his cock, balls, and belly.

I closed my eyes, feeling close to orgasm myself. I hadn’t brought anything to jizz into, so I’d have to go to the bathroom or to my bedroom.

To my surprise and horror, I heard Jason leap off of his bed. Before I knew what was happening, he was heading to the door and would find me with my cock sticking out of my pants and it would be obvious what I was doing. My mind worked at a frantic speed. The linen closet was right at the end of the hall, next to his bedroom. I could make an excuse that I was just there getting a towel to take a shower.

I turned quickly and was opening the linen closet just as he was pulling his door open.

“Oh!” he said…as if he genuinely was not expecting to see me there.

I quickly grabbed a towel and lowered it in front of my crotch. I tried to make it seem not like I was specifically covering up my naked dick….but just holding it naturally. As I turned around to face him, the towel pressed against my boner.

And it was too much.

I ejaculated right into the towel.

“I was just coming to get a towel myself,” said Jason. The fact that he was, once again, covered in his own semen and talking to me didn’t seem to phase him.

Me, on the other hand, I had to carry on a conversation while I was in the midst of an orgasm and pretend that I wasn’t at that very moment shooting sperm into a towel. “Yeah,” I said. “I was….” I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, unable to keep my composure. “I was just gonna…take a shower.”

“Cool. Good night, bro.” He stepped past me to grab his own towel and started wiping the cum off his crotch. He went back into his bedroom and I watched his sweating, glistening ass until the door closed.

I hurried to the bathroom and started the shower. It wasn’t until I was halfway done washing myself that I realized the only towel I had to dry myself off was the one that was now covered in my spunk.

***

 

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Part Four

Well, one of us had achieved our goals.

It was either me who had achieved my goal of secretly watching Jason jerk his cock…or it was Jason who had achieved his goal of secretly wanting me to secretly watch him. Either way, mission accomplished. And if there were any other missions planned for the future, I was all for it.

A few weeks later, Jason was talking to me about Haley again and how much he was looking forward to fucking her later that night. He was describing in detail the unspeakable acts he would be performing with her. In other circumstances, I wouldn’t be interested in hearing the details of man-woman sex. But I didn’t mind listening to Jason because at least I got to see the bulge in his gym shorts gradually get bigger the more he talked about it.

“Man, she sucks my cock like no other girl has before,” Jason said. “She can deep throat that shit. I swear, she goes down on me so deep that her face gets lost in my pubes.”

I chuckled.

“And get this,” Jason added. “She likes to rim my ass.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really? I don’t often hear about girls rimming guys. My friend Kim said she would never let her tongue get near a guy’s hairy asshole.”

“That’s why Haley’s so special,” Jason said. “She’s down for anything.”

I shook my head and smiled. “I don’t know if I believe you, man.”

“It’s true!” Jason insisted. “You wanna watch us?”

In my mind it was almost like I heard a record skip. I blinked in surprise. “Watch you?” I laughed uncomfortably. “I doubt Haley would like that.”

“Nah, man. She doesn’t have to know. You can hide in the closet and watch what goes down tonight.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. If I had any remaining doubts that Jason was a hardcore exhibitionist, they had evaporated. He’d gone from offering me a few innocent glimpses of his naked body to asking me if I wanted to watch him fuck his girlfriend. And what would I say? I couldn’t do that to Haley, could I? Watching her without her knowing was something only a perv would do.

But I guess it’s already been established that I’m kind of a perv. And if Jason had no qualms about me knowing he was an exhibitionist, then I shouldn’t have any issue with him knowing I was a voyeur.

And so at 10:00pm that night, I found myself hiding in his closet.

He’d told Haley that I was gone for the night. I’d stayed in his room until I heard them about to enter the bedroom. Jason told me he’d be loud and obvious enough to give me time to get in the closet and get situated. They burst into the room and fell onto the bed, passionately making out. The bedroom light was off, but there was enough light from the hallway to clearly see what was going on. The sliding closet door was open only slightly…and she’d never notice me watching her from the dark recesses of the alcove.

The closet was opposite the foot of the bed, so when Jason sat up and removed his shirt, all I saw was his beautifully defined back muscles. He laid back down on top of her and kissed her. Her hands roamed his bare back before reaching his butt. She slid his pants downward and his ass stared me right in the face. It wasn’t long before both of them were completely naked, grinding on each other. My cock was throbbing inside my pants and it made me realize that we hadn’t discussed the possibility of me masturbating while watching them. Did Jason expect that I would just watch the show? Or would he know that I’d probably want to be touching myself? And of course that raised another question: if I were to jack off with them only a few feet away, would I be able to do it quietly enough so that she couldn’t hear?

Haley moaned as Jason sucked on her nipples and fondled her tits. He lowered himself down until his face was in her crotch. She wrapped her legs around the back of his head as he dove face first into her cunt. As he ate her out, he was on his knees, which meant that from my view, all I could see was his ass…which spread open wider the lower he bent himself over. I stared into the hair-lined ass crack of my roommate and imagined what it would be like to plunge my cock (and my tongue) deep inside.

I didn’t care whether or not we talked about what would be appropriate for me to do inside the closet. I quietly unzipped my fly and dropped my pants to the floor. I touched myself lightly, but didn’t really start stroking it until Jason flipped them both around and he was lying on his back. He spread his legs open and Haley took his cock in her mouth. She stroked him as she sucked, and fondled his nutsac. He groaned…and I touched my nipples. When it was obvious that he was close to busting his nut, he pulled away from her. He then raised his legs and gently guided her head down to his hole. And to my surprise, she actually started eating his butt.

My mouth dropped open and I pounded my dick. Haley moaned like it was a delicious treat, and I imagined that it was. I thought about what she could be tasting right now. The musky scent and manly flavors. I nearly shot my wad, so I stopped jacking. Jason lifted Haley up to face level. He raised both arms above his head and said, “Yeah, baby. Lick my pits.”

I was amazed that she did as requested. It was another thing I never thought I’d see a woman do. I imagined Jason was doing that for my benefit…just to prove that what he said was true - that she was up for anything. She moaned some more as she licked and sucked his armpit hair. When she was done with one, she moved over to the other. Jason was stroking his throbbing cock as she licked him, and I nearly lost my mind. In another surprising move, he moved her face back to his and kissed her. I wouldn’t have thought that after what she had just done that he wouldn’t want to kiss her again. But he looked to be savoring the tastes of his pits and ass on her lips.

They moved on to actual fucking. And just as he had described to me on multiple occasions, he destroyed her pussy. He pounded the shit out of her and she was loving every second of it. I stared at his ass as he thrust in and out of her…sometimes slow, sometimes fast. They changed positions so that she was on all fours, facing me, and he took her from behind. Her tits swayed as he fucked her, and I watched the muscles in his torso flex with each thrust. He was facing me, and even though he couldn’t see me in the darkness…he gave a sly smile in my direction and winked. I cupped my balls as I jerked and pressed a finger against my anus. Jason told Haley he was about to blow and she pulled away from him and laid on her back. She played with her tits and told him how much she wanted his cum while he jerked himself off. He made one of the sexiest O-faces I’ve ever seen and blasted his semen all over her body. She squealed in delight as he coated her tits and stomach with his seed. Rope after rope of hot jizz shot from the tip of his cock and he groaned loudly.

Inside the closet, I held out my hand and ejaculated into my cupped palm. Jason, completely spent, laid down on top of her, his chest pressing against the slimy mess. They talked quietly for a few minutes before she said she wanted to go clean up. He got off of her and she left the room. When the bathroom door closed, Jason hurried over to the closet and slid the door open.

I hadn’t thought about putting myself back together, so he caught me with one hand on my sticky flaccid dick and the other holding my semen. I had a fleeting realization that this was actually the first time he had ever seen my cock.

“Dude!” he whispered. “You were beating off?”

I looked at him incredulously. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Whatever man, just get back to your room.”

I stepped out and got a full glimpse of him. His chest and stomach hair were matted with sweat and cum. His dick hung heavily, with semen coating the head. I caught the aroma of sweat, jizz, butt, and what I figured was probably the scent of pussy. I quickly but quietly pulled up my pants and hurried back to my room.

I had to stay in there, a sticky mess, for another hour until Haley finally left.

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[Timothie]

That was so hot I hope u got more stories