Caught [Chapter Seven]

Kinks: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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POV: Alex

When Mike finished his cleaning, he returned to showering and closed the curtains behind him, so there wasn't much view left to ogle. All the libido seemed to have left me as well so there was no drive left for me to continue spying on him, so I headed back to my room and lay down on the bed, relishing the scene I just witnessed, willing my mind to keep that burned forever so that I may recall it at any time.

Mike jerked off in my bathroom. And he moaned out my name and begged for me to have his cum.

Holy Shit.

There was an intoxicating feeling to knowing that a guy is fantasizing about you. I mean, I get that from Grindr guys all the time, especially after I've shown them the night of their lives, but to have it come from a friend - a close one at that - it kind of changes things.

It feels surreal. Impossible.

Like a dream.

But, fuck, I know that was real and I didn't imagine those screams of my name from Mike's lips.

The question now is what to do with that knowledge...

Do I confront Mike about it? No, it might make things awkward between us.

Do I keep that to myself? And what, miss a possible opportunity here?

Argh! The conundrum!

Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

I heard the shower shut off and I know Mike's gonna be out soon. He'll tidy his stuff up and head home right away. Gotta pretend I'm still asleep so that his suspicions are not roused.

I hide my face under a second pillow and throw a blanket over the bare lower half of my body. With my wet boxers now buried at the depths of my bedroom laundry hamper, I'm quite exposed to Mike should he walk in.

I close my eyes and concentrate my senses towards my hearing, and then I wait.

Mahilig ako mag tulug-tulugan, especially in situations where I know there's an opportunity to spy on a guy, like when a guy I hooked up with begins to dress up after a long night of fucking and kinking around. Sometimes I even do it sa office to eavesdrop on some pantry chikahan. Just pretend to sleep on one of the dining area seats while the gossips at our office chattered away.

The bathroom door opens without its usual click sound. Huh, hindi pala sya nagla-lock ng banyo. I could have pretended to walk in on pretenses of peeing and caught a good view!

No. Bad Alex, Bad!

I heard his footsteps enter my room and I know he's inside now. He stops for a bit and then I hear him continue to walk, followed by the sounds of the mattress being pressed down and the pillows being moved. Hinahanap ata phone nya.

I peek with one eye and see him reaching for his phone, Against the thin line of light passing between my blackout curtains, I note that Mike was shirtless and wearing a pair of loose shorts. The towel I reserve for him hung around his shoulders and his hair was a tangled mess of sexy wetness.

He smelled fresh, too. Looks like he used my body wash today.

God, ang bango. I felt my dick stir with a bit of life, like as if rewiring itself to get turned on at that scent.

He steps out of the room and I close my eyes again, turning to the other side of the bed to get a better hearing from outside this time. I hear his bag being opened and rummaged at, a few things being set down on a table, and then there was silence for a while. Afterwards the bag sounds came again, then a few brisk steps, and then finally I heard my door open and close abruptly, the deadbolt locking into place.

Okay, looks like the coast is clear.

So far, this has been the most challenging tulug-tulugan I had to go through.

I leapt off the bed and rushed to the bathroom, examining the aftermath of Mike's shower. I can still smell the lingering traces of the body wash and his deodorant, both scents mixing and mingling and making my dick hard again. I checked the bathroom rug and saw several long creases that he had tried his best to pat down into place again.

Naughty. Stained my rug so badly, you kinky man.

I peer into the shower area and into the drain grate, checking for any cum that may have stuck and not get washed off completely. Nope, all clean. Not even a hair strand.

The goal, of course, lies in the waste bin. Kadiri na kung kadiri, but I saw Mike pull out some tissue from my toilet roll to wipe down his mess. Unless he brought it with him - which I doubt - it would be here in the bin.

And there it was indeed, in a manner I would expect it to find: a wadded-up ball.

A rather big one, too. He must either want to make sure that all traces are wiped clean or he made a really huge mess.

Without any real shame I extracted the wad from the bin and unrolled it. I smiled and marveled at the sight.

Webs of thick cum still adhered to the surface of the papery tissue, not being completely absorbed anymore by the material. It seemed to be several layers of rolls wrapped up together, with the inner rolls being thickly-drenched and moistened with Mike's cum. Like a slut I could not help but hold it up to my nose and take in the scent of his load.

Tangina, I can get high just by sniffing this.

I rerolled the tissue and gingerly cradled it into my hand, finding a place where I can preserve this. Gotta keep it from drying up!

I find an empty jar of spread that I washed and set aside (don't ask why I do these weird things) and slip the sample in there, screwing it shut so that it locks in all moisture.

Another prize for my collection of kinky souvenirs.

I took the prize to my room and set it down on my bedside table, admiring it and already thinking about the endless fun that I will have with it.

Why think when I can start having fun with it now?

I strip off my shirt and get my tools of pleasure from my stash: a bottle of lube, a cock ring, and a fleshlight. I contemplated whether I should also grab one of my poppers bottles, but I decided against it. Why bother hitting on poppers when there's something better to get high on?

Oh, that reminds me.

For good measure, I also open the bottom-most drawer of my dresser cabinet, a special place reserved for all of my souvenir items. From the topmost layer I extract a ziploc bag that contained the prize of my underwear collection.

Mystery Guy's black bikini briefs.

Between this and Mike's cum wad, I'll be draining my entire reserves of cum for the whole day.

I toss all the stuff into my bed and turn up some mood music to help me concentrate. I turn on the bedside lamp as well for some pa-romantic mood light.

Today, that mood music is the ambient sound of rain. To remind me of that memorable shower.

Let's go have some fun, dick.

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POV: Mike

Tang ina, Mike, how can you be so stupid?!

The Grab was almost at EDSA when I realized that I forgot my wallet at Alex's place. Buti nalang! Thankfully it wasn't a bother for kuya Grab to turn back and take me to Alex's condo again, and I'm lucky that I had a hundred pesos in my bag pocket to pay for the ride somehow.

I'll definitely be late for that family lunch now. I texted my sister as I waited at the elevator lobby of Mike's condo again, An hour late, probably.

I checked my phone to make calculations. 11am. Yup, an hour late.

I made a beeline for Alex's unit as soon as the elevator doors opened at his floor and took out my copy of his keys. Even in a hurry, I try not to be a bother so I quietly unlocked the deadbolt and the doorknob and noiselessly let myself in.

The sounds of rain welcomed me as I stepped in. Aww, man, umulan pa? Talaga ba?

I walked over to the living room area and found my wallet lying on the table where I had left it. Stupid Mike, it was right beside the keys before you left kanina! Kung kinuha mo na sana, e di hindi mo na kelangan bumalik pa dito.

I looked out the window to check for rain but saw only an overcast sky. Huh, that's odd. Where are the sounds of rain coming from?

"Aaahhh... Mike, tang ina moooo..."

I froze in place.

That was Alex's voice.

I opened my mouth to call Alex, but in a split-second of realization, I hesitated.

The tone of Alex's voice was different. Like as if he was out of breath.

Like as if he was moaning.

Oh, fuck.

"Mike, fuck, yes, jerk that dick off... harder... yes, tangina mo, work that hard cock...!"

WHAT THE FUCK?!

If this was some surreal dream I walked into, then please I'd like to wake up now, because this is wrong. Just wrong.

It's quite obvious that I'm hearing Alex masturbating, and he's fantasizing about... me?!

"Fuck, Mike, yes! Faster, jerk it off faster! Just like that... I'm watching you, Mike, do you like it? Huh? HUH?!"

I swear, my world spun. Para akong nahilo bigla.

Alex is definitely masturbating to fantasies of me, all right. And he's... watching me?!

Does Alex secretly want to... watch me jerk off?

I've stood frozen on the living room area ever since I'd heard it. Indecision swept over me like a storm, a desire and a conscience struggling for dominance.

This is wrong, Mike, Conscience spoke to me. Alex is your friend. Leave now, and pretend it never happened.

I... I do want to leave and forget this moment. Alex is a good friend... I... I don't think I would want things to change...

You wanted this a few hours ago, Mike, Desire argued back. There he is, pleasuring himself on the bed. Don't tell me you don't want to know more.

Fuck, yes. Yes, I do. He wants to watch me, and I did want him to watch me kanina.

You will live with this regret for the rest of your life, Mike, Conscience fired back.

Or you will find comfort in Alex's arms, Desire retorted.

Tangina, why is life so complicated?!

I'm sorry, Conscience.

I tiptoed across the hallway and stopped near the door to Alex's room. It was a bit ajar, and the sounds of rain seemed to be coming from inside - he must be playing some ambient music, baka para hindi masyado madinig yung pagjajakol nya. Pointless, really, since dinig ko sya hanggang sa sala.

"Mike, yes, tangina, jakulin mo pa..." Alex moaned again, and I can hear his fapping sounds mixing in with the raindrops. "Sarap mo sa shower kanina, kita ko lahat, Mike... I wish I was there... oh, fuck, tangina, ang sarap mo!"

The fuck?

Alex saw me in the shower?!

But how?

I turned my attention to the shower, which was on the same hallway. It didn't take me a while to realize how Alex could have seen me.

Tangina, he was spying on me from those slits at the bottom of the door.

You fucker, Alex.

An initial surge of anger went up inside me as this grave realization crossed my mind. I felt Conscience giving me an "I told you so" look.

Alex invaded my privacy and binosohan nya ko.

Tangina. Is this why you wanted me here during weekends, Alex? Is that why you were so adamant and persistent to offer your place, and not Samantha's nor Lester's?

Were you spying on me each time I was in the bathroom? I recalled every single instance of my use in the bathroom and wondered if I had exposed myself to his view at any given point besides today. No, I don't think so.

But kagabi...

Fuck. The shadow.

Was that him?

It did take him a while to respond when I called him.

I told you so, Conscience stirred in my thoughts again.

I leaned against the wall and Alex's lustful moans of my name and fantasies muted for that moment as I contemplated the repercussions of these events. Alex invaded my privacy. Alex spied on me. Alex saw me in my moment of sexual vulnerability. Alex probably planned the entire thing from the beginning.

From the beginning, Alex wanted you all along. Ikaw talaga ang ginusto nya.

This is intense. My world spun again as all these conclusions hit me.

But you liked it.

Fuck you, Desire.

Don't lie to yourself, Mike. You liked that thought even before this came into the equation. You agreed to Alex inviting you over for weekends because you wanted to spend time with him. You parted those shower curtains in the hopes that Alex would walk in and catch you masturbating. Deep down, you wanted Alex to see you anyway.

From the beginning, you wanted Alex all along. Siya talaga ang ginusto mo.

Fuck.

I bit my lip in resignation.

...Yes. Fuck, yes, I do.

I've been denying it these past few months. Hiding it behind this straight-boy mess that I'm keeping myself in.

It was no coincidence that your brain swapped Alex in that fantasy, Mike, Desire ripples back in my head. It was not out of convenience. It's what you really wanted, you just keep ignoring it.

"Mmmmhnnn, Mike..." there was a sharp intake of breath from Alex that escaped out as a lustful moan, his fapping sounds snapping me back to my senses. "Be mine, Mike... be the guy I'll always look forward to seeing and watching... you and your... aaahh... hung dick... I want to see it all..."

I do want to show it all to you too, Alex...

"Mike, oh fuck, Mike... I'm close, I... Mike, Mike, Mike...!"

Tangina, he's repeating my name like a chant. I feel like a god being worshiped.

I look down at my crotch and see the boner struggling beneath my shorts.

Fuck, I'm excited at this thought.

"Mike, eto na, putangina mo, Mike... Mike... MIKE!"

Unable to resist, I part the door wider and catch Alex in the heat of his lust.

Looks like I was just in time.

Alex was lying naked on his bed, his legs spread wide open. One hand was balled up into a fist over his head and the other - his left hand - was furiously stroking his dick. Not as thick nor huge as mine, to be honest, but it was a nice dick to look at, all the same.

His balls appear to have a cockring as well, which seemed to be helping keep his lust bottled up until the very last, desperate moment. A fleshlight also lay beside him, oozing with something that could obviously only have come from the bottle of lube on his bedside.

"I'm cumming, Mike, here it comes!" Alex thrust his hips into his fist, fucking it with wanton abandon. "I'm cumming with you, Mike! Sasabayan kita, tangina, sabayan moko sa pagputok, FUCK!"

The first shot was like a fountain. It shot up into the air and landed in a line across Alex's chest, the succeeding shots tracing smaller lines to accompany them as he came, and came, and came. All the while his hips locked in place, his legs and feet shaking at the intense sensations he was in all likelihood feeling.

And that look on his face. Wow, was I really that much of a fantasy to him?

A look of pure bliss and euphoria was drawn all over Alex's face. A smile crossed his lips and it parted in a sigh of ecstatic relief, his hips relaxing and lowering back on the bed as the throes of his orgasm receded. His eyes were closed, likely savoring what Fantasy-Mike would be doing in his mind right now.

It was, admittedly, a beautiful sight.

A sight I could get used to.

But I'm the better view, obviously. Not any other guy, not even Fantasy-Mike.

All right, here goes nothing.

It's Real-Mike's turn.

I quietly pushed the door a bit more open and leaned sideways against the doorframe, my arms crossed and putting my best grin - the grin that Alex always takes notice easily - on my face.

All of your weaknesses to me are mine to exploit now, Alex.

The voyeur has had his secret fun.

Now it's time for this exhibitionist's overt move.

"Had fun, Alex?" I call out to him, loud enough for him to hear. I feigned a bit of anger at the tone. Don't ask why, maybe I wanted to mess with him a bit. Cut me some slack.

His resulting reaction was, suffice to say, priceless.

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Continued on Chapter 8