Spying on my neighbor
Last night I jerked off while spying on my neighbor I stood in the kitchen while I suddenly saw half of a naked body passing the window I quickly turned off all the lights so I could see better
My neighbor is around my age Young, attractive, male I’ve seen him before sitting behind his computer Wavy brown hair, glasses and a kind face I like wavy brown hair, glasses and a kind face This was not the first time I looked at him
I saw his torso and penis In a reflex I looked away, as you do when someone trips and you accidentally see it happening But I directly looked again, the confidence he had in his movement aroused me
He turned a light off but a candle was still lit It was then that I saw someone else laying on the floor Normally the neighbor doesn’t sleep there, but apparently with someone else they put the mattress on the floor
To my surprise I noticed it was another male figure Not that my neighbor couldn’t be gay, but most of the time when I’m attracted to someone they’re straight
The neighbor sat down with his back to me, I could see a little bit of his ass Smooth and soft skin, love-able The other one put an arm around him The neighbor moved so comfortable and shameless, so easily vulnerable towards the other
I got sad while masturbating The scene reminded me of how I was with my ex-boyfriend The intimacy The ease The self-evidence of being together I haven’t been with someone for ten years now I felt an intruder, as if I fouled their togetherness I didn’t stop
The neighbor lay down next to him I saw them caressing each other They were having a conversation in warm candle-light with their warm, naked bodies entangled I stood alone in a dark, cold kitchen jerking quietly, afraid my roommate would walk in
I imagined it could be a painful conversation, sharing difficulties in their relationship Maybe they were breaking up
I wanted to be one of them I vaguely remember the loving touch of the other Soften in his arms Listen to his voice Indulge in our smell Ignore the sleep I could be one of them
I came lonely on the kitchen floor











