Caught [Chapter Five]

Kinks: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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POV: Alex

I rambled too much, but I hope you all liked that little flashback.

Anyway, point is, it is that very sixth sense that I have that woke me up with a start the night after our weekend barkada hangout. I didn't realize it at start, I thought baka naalimpungatan lang ako, so I thought I'd get some water to drink and head back to bed to catch a few more z's.

I checked my phone first, though - who doesn't check their phones first right after waking up? 9:30am. Aga pa, jusko. My normal weekend waking hours is at around 1pm at the earliest. By then madalas wala na si Mike.

Speaking of, I turn my attention towards Mike. Baka may morning wood, saktong oras lang for that.

Oh, he's not there. Baka umalis na.

He's earlier than usual today if so. Oh, well, can't win them all each time. I'd adjust my sleeping hours to match his, but even I admit I can't make that sacrifice just for the uncertain chance of seeing his dick.

I get up from bed and walk out towards the kitchen, feeling my own morning wood rubbing against my boxer shorts as I do. At this point I'll probably rub one out before I go back to sleep. Di ko nagawa kagabi because Mike's there, and I'd rather not get caught.

To reach the kitchen, I'll pass by the bathroom, and I was quite surprised to see that the bathroom light has been left open. Baka nakalimutan patayin ni Mike pagtapos nya maligo. Oh, well, no biggie.

As I pass by it, my heart stops as my sixth sense validates itself for me.

Fap. Fap. Fap. Fap. Fap. Fap.

OH. MY. GOD.

A steady rhythm of fapping sounds can be heard from inside the bathroom, along with the sound of dripping water. My eyes widen with shock and I could swear I must have gasped at that moment.

Mike's still in there and he's jerking off!

That's a first. I've spied on Mike several times and not once have I heard those sounds come from inside. Oh, my God, it's my lucky day!

With catlike speed (and subtlety) I throw myself down on the floor and look up through the slits at the bottom of the bathroom door. Damnit! The shower curtain defeats me again! I make a mental note to take down the damned thing even if it risks the neatness of my bathroom.

Ah, but my lucky stars above must really want me happy today, because I swear what happened next could have made me cum right there and then if I didn't have as much control of myself.

Mike suddenly parts open the shower curtain and, oh, my God, true to form, he is masturbating all right. Alas, though, my laundry hamper blocked the most important view of all but I can definitely see from the movement that he's definitely giving himself a really good one right at this moment.

I guess I win second prize, for at least I had a good view of Mike's upper body - more importantly, his face.

He was leaning against my bathroom wall, his eyes fixed on his dick and his lips parted in pleasure. It was such a beautiful sight to behold - so candid, so natural, so pure. A guy pleasuring himself in my bathroom and not knowing that someone's watching him. You get to see things that aren't present in scripted scenarios, and let me tell you that I've had these exact same scenarios with guys I met in Grindr. Still, there's always something missing.

The genuine feeling of lust.

"Aaaaahhhh...!" he moans in a low voice - putangina it was such a sexy voice. He closed his eyes and the pumping movement of his arm - he's right-handed, by the way, which was noted - became faster.

Shit, that expression is so legit. I wish my memory can preserve it as accurately as I'm seeing it now.

I steal a glance towards the direction of my room. My phone is there, and there's no better way of preserving this than in digital form, but...

NO, ALEX.

My rational mind stops me. Mike is a friend. To take a video of this, especially without his consent is... wrong. Just wrong.

I may be a horny guy, but even my depravity has limits.

I'm already toeing a dangerous line just by doing this. I shake my head and will those temptations out of my mind. I felt my lust slowly recede as I grapple with these thoughts.

But then circumstance finds a way to fire it back up to full libido again.

"Alex... shit, man, Alex..."

WHAT THE FUCK?

My attention quickly crashes back to reality and turns to my view from under the bathroom door as Mike's next words - no, his next moans, and loud moans at that - completely caught me by surprise. My first instinct was "Did he catch me?!"

But no, his eyes are still closed and his breathing has become heavier, his jacking even more intense now.

FapFapFapFapFapFapFap. Wow, parang motor sa bilis, tangina. I see his closed fist peeking past the obstruction of the hamper, which means he's stroking all the way to his dick head.

Like as if he's fucking.

His mouth parted open again in a silent moan and it doesn't take a good lip-reader to understand what he mouthed off next: PU-TANG-INAAA.

Fuck, is he... is he fantasizing about me right now?!

I've never done this while spying on Mike, but my hand steals down to my boxers and I jerk my dick off furiously underneath. It was already wet with precum and I can hear my own fapping sounds mixing in with Mike's lustier version. My beat matching his rhythm.

Two dicks jerking off as one.

Tangina, Mike, you naughty little shit, may ganito ka palang fantasies and you never tell me about it?! Fuck, I love this side of you, please show it more often!

His form collapses a bit and I see him do a sharp intake of breath. Oh, fuck, I know what that means!

"Here it comes, Alex, oh, God, here it comes...!" His eyes close harder and his mouth parts open even more as he practically moans those words out loud. Even if I was in my room I'd probably hear that, Tang Ina mo, Mike! Ang naughty mo, sobra!

I stroke my dick faster, harder, stronger. Keeping up with his increased tempo. Yes, Mike! I'm here! Let me see it and let me have it!

GIVE IT TO ME!

"Fuck yes, have it all, Alex, aaahhh.... aaaaaahhhhh, I'm cumming...!" Mike screamed, and this one was quite loud. Puta wala nang tago-tago, it's like you want me to catch you!

FUCK YOU, MIKE, IT'S LIKE YOU'RE READING WHAT'S IN MY MIND RIGHT NOW!

That was the fucking last straw for me.

I bite down at my free hand as I felt my dick explode in a torrent of cum that quickly stained my boxers, saktong at the same moment that Mike does. Even if I didn't see the dick, I saw the strings of cum shoot off and across the bathroom - several long and strong ones, grabe tangina. I'm surprised Mike didn't collapse just at the intensity of those cumshots. His prostate must be really feeling it good right now.

He was screaming and moaning like an animal for the entire time. I know it only took seconds, but I swear it was like time dilated for that one single moment and etched everything indelibly into my mind.

That was the most beautiful cumshot I've ever laid eyes on.

Brain, move short-term memory to long-term, quickly!

My hand must be moving on its own during this time because my crotch area and boxers were so wet and sticky afterwards. God, I must have cum a lot just from that.

Okay, this one officially takes the Best Jakol Ever prize now.

Mike seems to have recovered because his eyes opened and widened with shock, his gaze turned towards my bathroom floor. I smirked because Mike probably felt so bad that his cumshots reached all the way across the room, likely staining my bathroom rug.

He moves to clean it up so I retreat from close proximity of the bathroom door and angle myself so that I can still see him but he can't see me (unless he knows where to specifically look). I watch him clean up the mess while slowly slipping my wet boxers off and wiping down the remnants of my cumshot on my crotch.

Mike just jerked off to fantasies of me and I fucking loved every second of it.

He crossed a line and he felt really good doing that. Damn you and fuck you, Mike.

Time to make some moves. Time to hatch some plans.

He paused mid-cleaning and suddenly smiled and grinned. My spent dick twitched and suddenly got hard again.

That was a grin of desire.

Mother. Fuck.

Was he aware I was watching?!

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POV: Mike

I step out of the bathroom wearing a fresh pair of shorts and briefs, toweling my hair dry and wiping down my bare chest and arms. Between that intense jackoff, a hasty cleanup, and a steaming hot shower, I feel like I want to crawl back to bed and sleep the day off again.

I entered Alex's room to retrieve my phone and found him still asleep, a blanket now thrown over him and hugging his pillow like as if he were cuddling it. Aww, how cute, Alex.

Sana ako yan.

Fuck, Messy Mike, what are you thinking? That... that Alex you saw in your head in the bathroom is just a convenient replacement. Your mind needed to replace Janice, so it put Alex there instead.

But I liked it!

Yes, you did, Mike, but it's all just there in your head. Clear it out and get your shit together again.

I sigh and reach for my phone, the soft mattress inviting me back into its embrace. Fuck tong mattress na to, nanlalamon ng tao.

I want to sleep and stay with Alex some more.

NO! Stuff Messy Mike back into the closet!

I shake my head to juggle my thoughts around and resist the urge to rest my head on those tempting pillows. I step out of the room and pack my used clothes into my travel bag, then organized my important stuff on the coffee table in the sala.

Phone, check. Keys, check. Wallet, check.

I had just finished putting on my shirt when my phone buzzes on the table with a message from my sister:

Mike, don't forget, lunch with Mom and Dad at 12. Shakey's daw gusto ni Mama, so sa FCM tayo.

Oh, fuck, was that today?!

I check the time. 10:15. Shit, I'll be late!

I hastily stuff my phone into my pocket, zip up my bag, and reach for my keys. I sling my bag onto one shoulder and head to the door, slipping on my shoes and then stepping out of Alex's condo and locking the door behind me.

Normally I'd be walking from Alex's condo all the way to the bus stops along Kalayaan-EDSA, but desperate times call for desperate measures, so I take my phone out and book a Grab. Buti may cash payment na ang Grab, so I've become a regular user of it since. I was never too keen on using credit or debit cards like Alex and Samantha do.

I hail an elevator to the ground floor and walk past the lobby without breaking stride, the lobby guards greeting me with a pleasant "Good Morning, Sir Mike!"

Sir Mike. It's like I'm a resident here already. Considering the number of times I've been in Alex's condo, I won't surprised if the condo staff already do treat me as a resident at this point.

Saktong-sakto, my Grab arrived at the entrance of the condo just as I stepped outside. I open the passenger seat door and settle myself on the seat beside the driver, who was a cheery man in his late 40s.

"Morning, sir." he greets me in a more-cheerful-than-usual Grab driver tone.

"Morning, kuya." I smile and set my travel bag down on the floor between my legs, then recline the chair a bit.

"Petron, EDSA tayo, sir?" the driver checks Waze on his phone and marks a route.

"Opo, kuya, yung malapit sa Kalayaan." I reply with a smile.

The driver nods and we head off, me reclining back on the chair and keeping my gaze turned to the re-emerging skyline of BGC, my thoughts drifting back to the intense experience kanina and way further back.

With my first "encounter" with a guy.

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Continued on Chapter 6