Kinktober 2025 Day 4: voyeurism
Earl Keese & Vic x Ramona
Opening the curtains, Earl scanned his yard to check everything was still in order and couldn’t help but glance over at his new neighbours’ home. Their curtains were wide open, giving Earl a view straight into their bedroom where Vic and Ramona both knelt on the bed. Vic was shirtless, and so was Ramona. They were…
“Oh my god.” Earl’s heart raced as he realised what he was watching.
“Is everything alright, honey?” Enid called from the bathroom.
He felt panic rush through his whole body as he glanced over his shoulder, praying Enid wasn’t making her way back just yet, “Uh, yeah, yeah, just- my back’s a bit stiff.” He called back, pulling his robe across his chest.
Earl wanted so badly to look away but he couldn’t. It felt physically impossible to tear his eyes away from Vic’s slim body and the way his face contorted with pleasure. Ramona’s lithe body behind him, thrusting against him at a gentle pace, her face straight as if she were reading the morning paper and not committing such a lewd act.
Vic looked up and locked eyes with Earl. He couldn’t even pretend he hadn’t been watching and instead continued to watch as Vic flashed him a smile.
He turned around and said something to Ramona, obviously about Earl by the way she looked up at him and mirrored Vic’s smile, sultry and devious. She pulled back, sitting back on her heels, as Vic hung his head. Ramona leaned forwards and grasped the hair at his crown, pulling his head back until he was also on his knees and showing off his above-average cock.
Earl’s eyes pretty much fell out of his head at the sight of Vic’s cock and felt his own starting to respond, slowly hardening in his pyjama pants. He willed his body not to respond as he watched Ramona kiss down Vic’s neck and the way Vic melted into her touch. His eyes closed and he reached up to run the back of his hand down her face as she got to his shoulder, having left bright red lipstick marks in her wake. Vic turned his head and pressed a kiss to her temple as she left one last kiss on his collarbone, murmuring something in his ear before the two of them looked back at Earl.
Suddenly Ramona pushed him back onto his elbows and Vic grinned, keeping eye contact with Earl, as she lined herself up with him. She pushed in slowly, holding onto his hips, and his hands gripped the sheets beneath him. “Please.” Earl saw him say before he hung his head and tried to push himself back onto her strap-on.
The strap, which Earl could now see was a long, clear appendage about ten inches. He wondered how much Vic actually took of it and felt his heart do a weird loop-de-loop the more he thought about it.
Ramona held Vic firm and pulled her hips back until it nearly slipped out of him then pulled him back in one swift motion, burying the thing to the hilt inside him. Vic moaned, eyebrows pulling together, as she repeated the motion and knelt up to give Earl the best view of just how much Vic was taking.
That answered his question; the whole thing.
Vic arched his back, squeezing his eyes shut, as Ramona picked up the pace and pounded into his ass. Earl couldn’t hold himself anymore and shoved a hand down his pants to touch himself at the sight. He couldn’t help the feeling of shame at touching himself over his neighbours but the scene was too much for his body to handle. He had to release the pressure building inside him somehow.
Ramona grabbed Vic by the hair again, obviously telling him to look as Vic opened his eyes and panted open-mouthed as she continued to pound into him. Earl swallowed thickly as he started to jerk himself, trying to remain subtle but Vic’s keen eye caught him straight away.
His jaw slackened further as he watched Earl intently, pushing himself back onto Ramona to meet her thrusts. Earl tried to avoid his eyes, instead trying to watch the strap sinking in and out of him, but he kept being drawn back to his face and those piercing blue eyes that stared into his soul.
Earl’s hand unconsciously sped up to match Ramona’s pace and he had to stifle a moan as he felt the heat starting to spread throughout his lower belly and the tops of his legs. He prayed to everything that Enid would stay away, just for a few more minutes, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of the scene in front of him.
Ramona pulled Vic into a kneeling position, putting her chin on his shoulder and reaching around to jerk his cock. Vic let his head tip back onto her shoulder as he wriggled and Earl could only imagine the noises coming out of him.
He could almost hear them in his mind; desperate, broken moans slowly getting higher in pitch until-
The two men came almost simultaneously, Vic shooting thick ropes onto the bedspread in front of him and Earl coming in his pants, immediately creating a dark patch on the front of his pyjama pants.
Earl watched as Vic sagged back against Ramona and she pressed a kiss to his cheek then gently lowered him back onto his front. His half-lidded eyes still stayed locked on Earl as the strap was removed and Ramona got off the bed. The last thing Earl was was the flash of a gold tooth before the curtains were sharply drawn.
He realised the sound of the bathroom door opening and jumped back into bed, just in time for Enid to find him there, “Earl? What happened to your pants?”
He looked down, pretending to be surprised, “Oh! Uh, guess I had a good dream.”
“Was it about me?” She put one knee on the bed, trying to be seductive.
Now he was floundering, “Of course it was, honey. Who else is it going to be about, the neighbours?”
