Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2018 11:03:49 -0500
From: faultyfurnace@gmail.com
Subject: Spying on Straight Boys part 1

	The first time I caught him, it was purely accidental. You see,
we've got a classic Pittsburgh bathroom, meaning our basement comes
equipped with a toilet and a shower. The shower has a glass door and is
completely exposed to the rest of the basement, meaning anybody coming down
the stairs and turning the corner can see if the shower is in use. Usually
this isn't an issue, as the sounds of running water is pretty clear from
upstairs. This time though, I was listening to music pretty loudly while
doing chores around the house, when I realized i needed to piss. I headed
down the basement stairs and caught sight of him: my roommate, in the
shower, furiously masturbating, too lost in his pleasure to notice me. My
embarrassment immediately kicked in and I turned right back around up the
stairs.

	I couldn't stop thinking about the rest of the day, the image was
so burned into my mind. He steadied himself with one arm on the handrail,
knees bent, rapidly fucking his clenched fist with his full length, what
looked to be a thick 8 inches. He was hairy, with a wild bush and a large,
hairy ball sack that swayed with his motions. He was on the small side,
around 5'8", but with a tight body from doing outdoor work, lean with a
small bubble butt that clenched on each thrust. His moans were barely
audible over the shower and music but I could see his mouth opening and
closing, his eyes closed tight and water running down his handsome face and
big beard. I must have jacked off to this memory a dozen times over the
next couple of days, unbelievably aroused to not only have seen him in such
a state but also by the fact that he had no idea I'd seen him. The
voyeurism never stopped getting me hard.

	It was a few days after this that it happened again. I was the
first to wake up that morning, and I was sitting at the kitchen table,
which happened to be facing both the hallway and the basement door, when he
came down the stairs in his boxer briefs, a dusty red fabric and slightly
baggy, perfectly filled out by the mound of his cock and large balls,
swinging and bouncing as he walked to the sink near me. We made small talk
while he grabbed a glass of water, but when he drank it I took the chance
to look at his clothed package, jutting out from his trim waist, his
perfect ass was framed by the underwear, the cleft of his cheeks clearly
showing. Finishing his water, he went down into the basement, from where I
could hear the shower being turned on.

	My heart was pounding and I started getting fully hard, already
knowing what I would do. You see, the stairs have no back after the first
landing down, meaning that you could see through them to the rest of the
basement. I carefully, slowly tiptoed down the first set of stairs, trying
to avoid the creaky spots, though I doubted he could hear anything that
relatively quiet with the water running. I got down and poked my head below
the first step, slowly, until I could get my first glimpse of him.

	There he was, nude, and gorgeous. He was just standing there,
having just gotten in, and letting the hot water stream over him. His soft
cock hung there. I swallowed hard. I knew he wouldn't be able to see me,
the stairs are rather dark and he doesn't see well without his glasses. And
that was the real thrill, the private intimacy of it all. This wasn't the
same as if I'd walked in on him changing, where he'd know I'd seen him and
become embarrassed. No, this was seeing him completely honestly, naked and
unashamed. I lay there on the basement landing, my head craned down,
watching his shower routine, shampooing his beard and hair, scrubbing down
his toned, hairy body. He paid closest attention to cleaning his cock and
balls, and scrubbing his ass, though throughout his cleaning he would make
lazy, casual pulls and tugs on his long cock, relaxed from the steam and
heat and flopping around.

	As I continued to watch, his cock began to inflate, excited by the
movements he was making. I began to fumble at my own crotch as I lay
watching this sight, glazed over with lust. His cock was filling out, and
now I could watch it at my leisure. As he got hard he would smack it
against the palm of one hand, and swing it around, occasionally moving to
just stroke the head. His cock had a gentle bend upwards when it was fully
hard, sticking from his slender body and looking enormous on his small
frame. He squirted a handful of conditioner into one hand and assumed the
same position as when I'd first caught him, bent knees and fucking his
fist, though at a more leisurely pace this time, a slow and steady tempo
that I began to match, my hand encircling my swollen cock in my underwear.

	His pace got faster and faster, until he abruptly stopped, grabbing
another pump of conditioner and bending over at the waist. To my disbelief
i saw him start to play with his ass, spreading the conditioner around his
hairy hole and slowly pushing a finger in. As he fucked himself with his
thick finger, I clearly heard his moans over the water, deep and
masculine. His erect cock bobbed up and down as he worked his ass over, and
I had to wonder how often he did this, and when this straight boy
discovered the joys of his prostate. He pulled his fingers out, and
actually lay down on the shower floor, the water continuing to run over
him. He brought his knees up and rammed his fingers back in to himself,
grabbing his cock with his free hand, and continued to pleasure himself.

	He threw his head back throughout, moaning and grunting as he
brought himself to the edge. I was leaking precum like crazy, working my
boner that I had by now freed, but I needed to wait for him, I needed to
cum with him. By now he was rocking his hips, fucking his hand at the same
time he was fucking back onto his fingers. His groans got louder and
louder, almost pleading, until he exploded, crying out in a high pitch that
devolved into low, loud grunts, and shot a series of thick white loads,
spraying all over his face and chest. At that moment I came with him,
stifling my owns cries of pleasure.

	He stayed in that position for a few moments, his chest heaving and
enjoying the last bits of his orgasm, pulling his fingers from his
asshole. When he started getting up, I hastily zipped up and carefully left
the stairs, hearing the shower shut off just a few moments later. I knew
then that I'd certainly be repeating this. I had to see him jerk off again.