Patrick Peeks

This story is based on one of my favorite movies "South of Pico" (2007). Takes place during the scene where Patrick Wise (Soren Fulton) becomes an accidental voyeur in the swimming pool stall. What if he stayed to enjoy the show? I DO NOT own the rights to the movie. The story does not represent the main character's sexuality either. It is property of writer/director Ernst Gossner nor am I affiliated with its producers.

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Patrick Peeks

They've had record warmth for the month of March here in LA. Some days last week reached the high 80's, although today, Summer really returned with a vengeance. It's a nice day to get out and soak up some sun and take a dip in the pool.

Every Friday, a droll chaotic day at school, 15-year-old Patrick Wise tried to spend his day running errands. He usually started by talking to his Mom and little sister at the kitchen table and after school, bike to a park where he relaxed for a bit. Patrick would sit on his bike, watch the skaters at the park and listen to his Ipod. It relaxed him enough and got him ready for the day.

Last Friday wasn't going to be as busy as other Fridays normally are. It was Patrick's week when he couldn't hang with his friend Michael, at least he didn't need to stress about homework. He'd be out on the town all week and rarely at home. Patrick still had a few minor errands to run after but could take his time.

The day started out cool, but it was going to warm into mid 80's quickly. Patrick put on a pair of sneakers, khaki pants, a sky-blue T-shirt and light white sweatshirt on over it. He didn't have on any underwear because he figured it wasn't going to do him much good today.

Patrick arrived at school just before the last First Period bell, he locked his bike facing the entrance, steeling his nerves for whatever the day had in store. After an almost embarrassing moment in Geography class where he found himself ogling the lovely tits of his crush Stephanie, Patrick rushed to the changing rooms. There weren't many guys there, and the stalls that were there were unoccupied provided refuge. The smell of chlorine strong as it stung his nostrils, so lots of guys had to have been coming for swim practice today. The Men's Room he was in is a bit secluded.

He decided to try and contact his Dad, the only family who seemed to care about him. Even though he only got voicemail, Patrick gladly left one.

"Hi Dad, um just wanted to make sure we're getting together today. Give me a call or just leave me a message when you want to meet. Talk to you later, bye Dad."

It had been about 5 minutes or so, quietly unchanging and enjoying the cool refreshing feeling on his skin, when Patrick noticed and heard, outside of the stall he was in, two impatient, young voices draw near. They came in, took a right down the marble floored way, then a left where the toilets were plus changing area. Where they were is a metal jungle, but because the stalls have slits and peepholes, Patrick had a perfect view of the two young lovers who came inside to take advantage of the solitude.

"Are you crazy? What if someone catches us?" a girl's voice asked with irritated worry.

"It's cool, it's cool. Check it out, everybody's gone. We got fifteen minutes before the game starts..." the boy, likely a senior, replied before the sounds of lips interlocking were heard.

Patrick laid his ear on the left wall just a bit to hear the pair better, then continued listening. It was like watching a somewhat raunchy porno flick, and he was a bit horny. Over the next 2 minutes or so, Patrick slowly dared to step closer the top edge of the stall. It seemed that it was a senior boy and a girl, and that they were making out.

"You should just put one foot up here," the boy said to his girlfriend.

Just as Patrick was getting ready to leave, he dared to prolong his attendance to the steamy spectacle playing out. He saw the girl lean over and start fumbling with her hands, then Patrick heard the boy start to grasp and raise her legs up. That's when Patrick realized that she was undoing his pants. Dangerously, he was just close enough where they could possibly notice the blue-eyed brunette boy looking over the opposite stall, close enough to see right into their passionate tryst. Patrick fixated his bewitched imagination set on them.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? Watching me change..." the girl teased him in a provocative tone.

"What am I gonna do with that?" he asked.

"Steve, you in there?!?" the boisterous voice of another senior echoed down to the stalls, nearly scaring the shit out of Patrick.

"Yeah... takin' a dump, what's up?" the boy in question asked. The response almost made Patrick snicker.

"Coach wants to talk to you. Hurry!" his friend shouted back.

"I'll be there in a minute!" Steve yelled back as he wanted to enjoy the few minutes, he had with his girlfriend just as much as Patrick wanted to see some action.

Steve's red shorts fell to the floor, halfway in between both stalls. Patrick's heart skipped a beat. Mustering his guts, Patrick looked above the wall to see the girl stripping down. Mouth agape, he swore his cock would've exploded if she were lying on top of him. The sudden emergence of Steve's hands and hair made him duck to avoid being caught, lest his ass be grass. Shit, they're in separate ones!

"We should stay in here..." Steve proposed, not really wanting to give up a hot moment for the coach to lecture his ass.

"Hey Baby," Steve said getting her attention.

"Stop that!" the girl hissed not fond of anybody seeing too much of her.

"Steve..." his girlfriend muttered low; he must've obviously hit one of her good spots.

"You like that?" Steve chided her in response.

Daring to look over into their stall, Patrick noticed her look directly at Steve and her right hand starting to move. It was apparent that she was giving him a hand job. All Patrick could see of Steve was his black head of hair as the pair kissed, but Patrick could see her sweet figure and boobs perfectly. She began to pick up the pace a bit, then he saw one of the jock's arms touch her red bras. She lifted it a little and Steve put his hand up her shirt and grabbed a tit. She talked to him the whole time in between smooches.

After a few moments, Patrick saw her head disappear, then rise again. It was moving up and down and side to side. He could clearly see that she was giving Steve a nice, slow blowjob. Patrick was already horny from reading, but now it was getting worse. His dick was solid.

As Patrick watched, the girl would alternate between blowjob and hand job, occasionally looking at Steve. Suddenly, Patrick saw her look left, and then right. She sat up, took off her top, and began sucking again. It was so hot and making him so very horny. Patrick began gently rubbing his cock, through his speedo, as he watched them.

He couldn't tell if Steve were having trouble staying hard, or just could keep it up a long time because she sucked his cock for a good minute and a half. By now, Patrick had his hand down his speedo, stroking his cock quite aggressively, but that still wasn't doing enough. He always keeps a small bottle of lube, that he uses at school on break, in his bag. Carefully he pulled it out.

Almost on cue, she began to suck harder, her head bobbing up and down on Steve's lap. The girl was determined to make him cum. Patrick was very horny now, and he needed to cum too. He pulled his speedo down to about the middle of his thighs, opened my legs, and pressed two of his fingers against his hole.

After a little time had passed, she really began blowing Steve. Patrick could see her head going up and down amazingly fast. he noticed the senior boy's hand was on her head. As Patrick was watching, stroking his cock while fingering himself, and he's about to shoot his load. He's standing on top of the toilet, eyes wide open, in the school changing room, masturbating, and hoping to God no one sees him.

Patrick watched about a minute longer when he got lightheaded. He closed his legs as they tightened, and he pushed them against the wall. Raising his ass just a bit and shook once or twice as a thunderous orgasm overcame him.

The entire time Patrick continued to watch them, and just seconds after he came, so did he. He saw Steve raise his head and mouth something. The girl's head stopped, in a stationary position. The medium-length haired jock dropped his head back on the seat and Patrick notice her head rise ever so slightly as he came in her mouth.

Within 2 minutes, they reached their climax. As for Patrick, though he didn't spunk, his seat was wet. So were his sweatpants. Losing his footing and by accident, he hit the toilet handle down. Shit! The flush it made a possible death sentence if they caught him peeping in on them. Grabbing his shit without taking a breath, he dashed away to change elsewhere, grabbed a few paper towels for his seeping cum and went about his day. This being the most awesome if reputation endangering so far.

As Patrick sat in English class, he pondered a question. I live in a suburb, but we do have bad girls and skanks who use the changing rooms to meet up at.

Was that what I could have with Stephanie? Or would it just a horny girl being nice to a guy?

I'm gonna ask her out, fuck what Michael says! Patrick grinned inwardly to himself.