Caught [Chapter Four]

Kinks: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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POV: Alex (A Flashback Recollection)

Does any of you have that sixth sense for something?

For some people it can be one for danger, when you get that foreboding feeling that something bad's going to happen - like riding a jeepney in the middle of the night and getting that vibe na 'oh shit, feel ko mahoholdap tong jeep na to' and so you go by your instincts and turn away.

For others it can function like intuition, that feeling when you have a hunch that something's going to happen, and then it suddenly does. Samantha is very good at that type of sixth sense, and she often predicts office drama before it even happens and even if she isn't directly involved nor informed of context.

For me it's sort of the same, except my sixth sense is on lust. Call it a voyeur's intuition, maybe, but I get this weird insight whenever I know something kinky is going to happen or happening nearby. I don't know if this should be considered a gift or a curse, but right now I'm enjoying the fact that I am in possession of this "power", for lack of a better term.

One time, I was on lunch break and went to the mall literally across our office building. Samantha was on a meeting til 3pm, Lester was busy doing some backlog work, and Mike had an early lunch with Janice (they were still together at the time), so I basically was on my own.

While I was walking around to find a place to eat, I passed by the restrooms, that's when my kinky senses kicked in - a sort of inner voice telling me that something kinky is happening inside. That sort of intuition quickly overrides my priorities and so I found myself walking into the men's even if I have no real inkling to use it.

Every time I'm right - and let me tell you, the chances of that are near-perfect - my libido spikes up the roof and I sort of lose all rational thought, overriden by lust and my voyeuristic desires. Lo and behold, the first thing I spy was a closed stall and a shadow of a person reflected by the light above it, making movements that only a man with eyes trained for a particular kink would know.

The guy was masturbating.

I wouldn't be surprised, really - public restrooms are a safe haven for such kinky activities these days, especially now that porn is so easily accessible and the average person's libido has spiked because of an influx of such content. The more adventurous ones even go as far as to cruise and do public fun on these spaces. There are secrets that happen in a men's restroom that would be every voyeur man's dream.

This was one of those secrets.

I step into the adjacent stall and lock the door as quietly as I could. I then took a seat on the toilet bowl and watched the shadow at the stall beside me to see if he noticed my entrance.

Like any conscious person, he did. Nakikiramdam.

To keep up the illusion, I unbuckled my pants and slipped that and my undies down to pretend that I'm gonna do the #2. I laid still for a while but kept my eyes glued to the shadow underneath. There's just some small movements, but nothing to the likes of the vigorous one I saw earlier.

When the guy seemed convinced that his neighbor is harmless, the movement resumed. A vigorous fapping, from the way the shadow's moving. I leaned towards the divider of our stalls and strained my ears amid the faint mall sounds coming from outside.

I could swear I could hear the familiar fapping sounds. A hand continuously hitting clothing and making its noisy bits (belts, bracelets, the contents of a jeans pocket) jingle to that steady jackoff beat.

I closed my eyes and savored the sound, my horny brain translating that and crafting a fantasized version of what's happening on the other side: A 10/10 guy, fit and hunky, letting off some libido induced by stress and stroking his gifted cock while watching gay porn. Why did it have to be gay porn? Don't judge me, my mind assumes all fit guys are gay. Sue me.

I hear his strained breathing slowly increasing in tempo, a sure sign of his lust building up for that final finish. He doesn't seem to care about the background sounds of the mall and the other guys stepping in to use the restrooms.

Man, this guy's surrendered to his libido. I love it.

"Fuck, that's hot." I whisper out of reflex, then mouth out a 'SHIT!' before i covered my mouth and retreated away from the divider between our stalls. Alex, you stupid idiot! What if the guy waits on you to call you out or worse, report you?!

Shit, shit, shit, minsan hindi mo pinapang-isip yang utak mo, laging titi mo!

The moving shadow stopped abruptly at that moment and my heart pounded at my chest with nervousness. Please don't report me, please don't be offended, I'm technically not spying on you, just listening, oh my God...

I heard some tapping on a phone. Shit, is he texting someone? Am I gonna be ambushed by a group of people now for what I did?!

There was abrupt movement from that side of the stall as the shadow seems to inch towards my direction. What happened next took me completely by surprise.

An iPhone suddenly peeked from the understall - to the uninitiated gay dude, that's the slang for the gap between the floor and the divider of two restroom stalls. A notepad app was open and three words were typed in on the bottom half of the app - evidently he had typed it in then added a lot of spaces to make sure its on the lower half of the phone for me to see:

Wanna help out?

Nanlamig ako. Help out?

He wants me to jerk him off?

It's my lucky day.

I'm fairly nervous and paranoid about exposing hints of myself to complete strangers so I just moved my hand's shadow to a visible area to his line of sight and flashed a thumbs-up sign. Hey, ninenerbyos pa ko, okay, that was the best I could manage for a 'yes, please' at the time.

The phone retreats and there's more movement in the neighboring stall. It was followed by the most beautiful dick I've ever seen passing through the understall and waiting for me to give it a hand.

I've seen many dicks in my career as a makalat professional guy, but man does this dick take the cake for me. Not only was it thick and long (my favorite kind of dick), but it was smooth and very fair-skinned, almost like a foreign guy's dick. The head is a nice pinkish hue and very smooth, almost polished against the glare of the stall light above.

And it was wet. Very wet with precum. How this guy managed to keep his stroking quiet despite this amount of lubrication is a testament to his skill. Guy knows how to keep it low.

I gulped. I want this dick inside me.

The dick twitched and a dribble of precum oozed from the head and dripped down to a string to the floor, forming a tiny puddle. God, sobrang libog ng taong to.

I traced my index finger on top of the dick in a line, from the base all the way to the tip, moving my finger down to caress the frenulum, its ridges smooth and quite hard. I bit my lip and continued stroking just that part, flicking my finger between the two bumpy ridges at the back of the dickhead, smiling as the dick twitched harder and more precum kept oozing out.

That's right, hottie, give me some lube to work with.

I scooped up some of the precum and finally wrapped my hand around his dick, giving it slow strokes. Magaling ako humagod, and I have a very light touch when it comes to teasing a guy's tool. I gave it a few slow, light strokes, making sure that the tips of my fingers are the ones mainly touching the hard length. I know he's going crazy on the other side when the dick started to move towards me, as if seeking more of my hand to interact with.

My, my, how horny.

I spat on my precum-stained hand and caught his dick mid-thrust into a grip that wrapped my hand around his member. I could swear I heard a breath hiss on the other side and then it was followed by the thrusting motions of a hard fucker. I kept my grip hard and tight around the dick to keep the sloppy fucking sounds from being too loud, and I must have flushed my toilet twice just to help mask some of the horny sounds his dick is making while it's fucking my hand.

He came without warning. And he came a lot.

I'm fairly good at gauging when a guy is about to cum, but this one must be so horny that the orgasm came right after I sensed that he was about to reach it. His dick pulsated with angry vigor in my hand as it emptied load after thick load into my palm, his warm cum looking so juicy to savor.

It was so beautiful. I couldn't help but smile.

Something then slid across the floor from his cubicle into mine - a small piece of black fabric. Oh, how nice, he's considerate enough to give me something to clean it off with, though to be honest I was tempted to just lick my hands clean. Kadiri pa din, though.

It wasn't until I grabbed it and wiped the cum off my hand when I realized what it was that he gave me - his underwear.

Oh, wow.

It was a black Bench brand underwear, kinda on the bikini brief side, and quite musky (yes, that's what I did right after realizing what it is). Coincidentally, most of the cum I wiped off was on the crotch area of the briefs. Whoops, sorry, man.

I did notice the dried crystalline traces already present on it, though. Man, you've been teasing yourself a lot the whole day. And it looks like you came on your undies already.

So horny.

I finished cleaning up and made sure the undies got the entirety of his cum. When I was about to slide them back to his side, the phone reappears with another typed-up message:

Thanks. Keep it, souvenir ko na :)

Fuck, seryoso? It's my lucky day!

I did another thumbs-up shadow to acknowledge his message and held the briefs in my hand. I've had guys leave their underwear to me as a souvenir of our time together, and I've built up quite the collection.

This one, though. Eto yung trophy. Yung grand prize.

I heard him pull his pants up and buckle his belt, then head out of the stall and walk out. Naghugas pa ata ng kamay because a faucet suddenly went on and the sounds of handwashing followed. I stayed in the stall, all the while realizing that I have a raging boner of my own that got ignored the entire time I was transfixed at that demigod dick.

Fuck, I need to rub one out too.

I spread my legs wider and started stroking my own needy dick. Compared to that guy, my own six incher was like a toothpick. It's still daks by Grindr standards and the guys I've had thoroughly enjoyed my dick, but man this mystery guy's dick is something else.

I want to hold it again. I want to see the hottie behind that stall and give him the night of his life.

Fuck, I'm so hard.

My dick's practically leaking with precum now and I don't even care if I'm making loud fapping noises in my stall - I'm that horny at this point. I hold up the cum-soaked briefs close to my face and take in the combined scent of his musk and cum. Fuck, ang sarap.

Eto na, fuck, nararamdaman ko na.

I bit down my moans as the sight of mystery guy's cumshot replayed in my head, the sensation of his warm cum oozing down my palm - the very same hand I'm using to jerk my dick off right now. I released one intense shot after another out onto the stall floor, my cum escaping my dick in steady bursts that made my legs spread wider open and my prostate respond in kind. It felt like all the air escaped out of my lungs because I was panting after that last shot hit the floor.

Tangina, the best jakol ever.

With that post-orgasm euphoria I observe the aftermath of my lust and marvel at how much cum I let out. I can paint a self-portrait with all that cum. Partida, nagjakol na ko nyan kaninang umaga.

I roll out a generous amount of tissue from the dispenser and wipe down the cum on the floor, making sure there are no traces left. Mahirap nang makatunog yung susunod na gagamit. Not that I care, but I'd rather not have people giving me weird looks if they note that I was doing the naughty in some public area.

I crumple up the tissue and toss it into the garbage bin, then flush the toilet for good measure. O ayan, parang legit gumamit ng CR. I fold the souvenir briefs carefully (gotta preserve the state!) then exit the stall and proceed to wash my hands. Buti wala pang next na gagamit.

It was almost the end of my lunch break, so I just went for some Jamaican patties and milk tea then ate as I walked back to our office building. I'd have gone for some ramen if I had more time, but I would trade all the ramen time in the world for that incognito encounter with mystery guy.

"Uy, Alex, there you are." Samantha looks up from a conversation huddle she was having with Mike and Lester when I got back to our work area. "May meeting with the higher-ups mamayang 3, so make sure you have the deck ready for later, ah? Baka makalimutan mo na namanI"

"I sent it to your e-mail na kaya." I walked over to my desk and discreetly stowed the folded pair of undies I had in my pocket onto my bag.

"Ay, Alex, do you have a copy of last week's weekly report? Hindi ko na makita kung san ko nilagay yung akin." Mike walks up to me and leans against the CPU of my workstation.

"Sure, send ko sa e-mail mo." I look up towards him and smile. Even back then I knew I had the hots for Mike na, but alas, straight na nga, taken pa. Double whammy.

"Thanks, man." Mike yawns and stretches, his shirt lifting up a bit and exposing his midsection. Of course that's where my eyes go.

Damn, he's commando today. I can see the hint of his treasure trail.

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Continued on Chapter 5