Caught [Chapter Six]

Kinks: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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POV: Mike

It happened around six months ago. Kami pa ni Janice nun. See how messed up my life was even back then?

Janice works a few buildings away from us so it was not entirely uncommon that we'd have lunch together. Minsan nag-iintay talaga ko for her lunch break just so we can eat and spend time together, even if for only an hour. Granted, ako din naman ang susundo sa kanya after work and maghahatid sa kanya to her place in Makati before I head home to Fairview (or minsan susunduin ko sya so we can check-in at a nearby motel for some kinky fun, you get the idea) so we still end up seeing a great deal of each other every day, but syempre I'll take every chance that I get to see her and be with her.

That's how much I loved her.

Of course, the exhibitionist kinkster in me also takes these small opportunities to show myself off to Janice, make her crave for more time with me and maybe get some side action. I'm a total sucker for a bit of public play and there have been many times that I flashed Janice a sight of my hard dick while we're hanging out in public spaces.

Like the mall between our office buildings, where we usually have lunch.

Today it's a pretty tame day for me. I wore a form-fitting shirt that emphasizes my fit build a lot, and also a bit on the saktong-fit side, so that any movement would easily lift it up and show my abs. I love those kinds of shirts - presko na nga, eye candy pa. My low-rise jeans expose a good view of my undies, which today were a pair of bikini briefs. Not really my favorite pair, but bikini briefs are love.

Right now it's doing its best to contain a raging boner, a boner that didn't really calm down when I was in the office earlier. It was a bit of an embarrassing moment, really, because I liked to idly rub my thumb on my crotch to subtly stimulate my dick while sexting with Janice, and I just spontaneously came and creamed my undies.

Buti nalang walang nakahalata.

It's all dried up good now, but man I can't help but feel ashamed at my own lack of control. That's how strong an aphrodisiac Janice was for me, that she can make me cum just with her words, wherever I may be.

Maybe I'll show her later if we get a chance. Make her see the outcome of her teasing.

And maybe that's why I'm hard again while walking. My dick knows where we're going and like a dog that's eager to please, it's already excited at the thought of showing itself off to Janice again.

Calm down, boy. Down!

To get to Janice's building I usually cross the mall and exit through the other side, then walk a few blocks to her building. I was halfway through when my iPhone suddenly buzzes.

A message from Janice:

Hi babe, sorry I can't make it again today, got a meeting til 5 ulit :( Baka mag-OT na naman kami T.T

What the fuck, Janice.

This is the third time this week that she's ditched our lunch get-togethers because of work (eventually I would learn from a common friend that she "ditched" our lunch breaks because she was already "seeing" - aka screwing - someone else during those times, the bitch). I sigh at the missed opportunity and just try to clear my head and be the understanding boyfriend.

I type back a reply with a heavy heart:

Aww :'( it's okay, babe, wag pakapagod sa work, okay? Eat when you can.

Love you always <3

I send the message and pocket my phone, Hay, badtrip.

Now what do I do?

My dick responds as if angry at being ignored. It twitches against the restraint of my undies, begging for another release.

Talaga ba? At this time?

You sure have your priorities straight, Mike.

It twitches again as if to beg. Pretty please?

Oh, fine, whatever.

I head to one of the more discreet restrooms I know in the mall. I know it's one of the discreet ones because not many people tend to go there at this time since most are in the food court and so would use the restrooms near those areas. Yes, I've done this research quite extensively. Protip sa mga gustong maging exhibs someday, make sure you know which places are safe to do the naughty without being caught!

I step into the men's restroom and enter my favorite stall - the middle one. This one has the lighting directly positioned on top, which means it's perfect for taking dick pics. I've used this particular stall many times in the past and I've even rubbed one out many times in here, sometimes video-ing the experience for Janice to enjoy. Gotta thank modern technology for making amateur porn so easy to make nowadays.

At that moment, however, I'm not in any mood to send Janice any evidence of my kinkiness. This is what you get for ditching me for work, Janice, you're gonna miss out on a great one-man show.

I take off my pants and hang them on the hook behind the restroom stall door. My dick formed an engorged bulge against my black bikini briefs and the tip was already wet with precum. I peeled it off and my dick rose up to attention, a majestic six-inch of a flagpole that awaited my next move.

Fuck you, it's like you have a mind of your own at this point, I glare at my twitching dick with a sly smile.

Slowly and quietly I slip off my undies and place them on my thigh. Tangina, did I cum that much in the office? I can see a lot of my dried-up cum in glistening white smudges all over the crotch area of the black fabric. Not gonna lie, that turned me on even more.

A bead of precum welling up at the tip of my dick oozed down my hard length.

What a picture-perfect sight.

Sorry, not sorry, Janice, there'll be no evidence of this for you today.

I gripped my dick with my left hand and began to stroke it slowly. I'm usually a right-handed wanker but using my non-dominant hand gives it that "handjob" feel because it's a hand your dick isn't usually familiar with or used to.

And right now, it's that other-hand feeling that I want to experience. Kamay mo sana to, Janice, eh kaso wala, mas gusto mo pang mag-work...

Ha ha, fuck you, Mike, that's such an asshole mindset. Whatever, I don't care, I'm feeling petty right now. Strike three na e.

Oh, fuck, this feels good. I close my eyes and fantasize one of the porn actresses I watched sa pornhub before. I've never had an eye for porn when Janice and I got together, but every now and then I just keep myself updated. Why bother looking for porn when you've got someone already, right?

Looks like this is one of those days where I would.

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

I can hear the restroom doors opening and closing, the adjacent stalls behind me repeating a pattern of sounds - door open, door close, door lock, unzipping pants, pissing sounds, zipping pants, flushing toilet, door unlock, door open, door close. These rhythmic sounds just play off against my own fapping as I replay porn clip after porn clip in my head. I'd take out my phone to play actual porn, but I'm too careful for that - Janice can be quite the prying person kasi, baka mahuli pa sa browser history ko or whatever.

Ahh, tangina, this feels like heaven. Here I am, masturbating with such horny gusto in a public area but still having that bubble of privacy. I'm losing myself in my own stream of pleasure, my left hand pumping at my dick giving it that handjob feeling that made my dick wetter and harder for more.

Gotta make this fast before my dick's no longer fooled by the deception.

Shit, ayan na.

My breathing becomes heavier and I fight down actual moaning as I get closer and closer to the edge. Do I want this moment to end now?

Do I want to cum na? Fuck, sarap, tangina. Janice, do you want me to cum now?

"Fuck, that's hot."

I almost hissed in surprise and my jerking abruptly stopped.

That came from the stall to my right.

SHIT!

I look up to check for someone peeking or a phone extended out and taking videos. I've heard stories of those creepers who hangout at restrooms like these and preying on guys like me who rub one out, then capture it on camera and expose it all over social media.

I then check at the gap between our stalls for the same signs. Nope, all clear.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Not a creeper, then.

But he was definitely listening. Maybe watching, but I can't really prove that. What I'm sure of at least is that alam nya kung ano yung ginagawa ko dito.

Fuck, a spectator in the men's restroom?

My heart beat with combined nervousness and excitement. This was the first time it happened to me, and to be honest, I don't know how to exactly react to this.

Si Alex ang mas marunong dito, for sure. He's probably done this with many guys in the past.

As always, my dick answers my question for me. A raging discomfort turned my attention back to my boner, which by now has grown harder than ever. Kulang nalang manginig sa tigas and mag-vibrate on its own.

Fuck. Well, I did ask for that "handjob" feeling, right?

Questions raced across my head. What if the guy's not into it? What if he just wants to listen? Oh, God, what if D.O.M pala and abangan ako paglabas?

My dick overrode all those objections in my head. Tangina mo, dick.

Screw it.

How do I let the other person know, though? Pano ba ang mga galawan sa gantong sitwasyon? Fuck, si Alex ang mas may experience dito eh!

I don't want to speak because I might get identified, and besides, people outside might hear. Sign language? Hand signs?

The answer hits me in the head. Tangina, oo nga naman.

I take out my phone from my pants and open a note-taking app. I type in a message and bump it down to the bottom of the screen with spaces:

Wanna help out?

I held the phone out against the gap between our stalls, steadying my hand with my other one to keep it from shaking sa nerbyos. This is the riskiest I've come with my kink and to be honest, I'm not even sure if it will work out. For all I know baka assuming lang ako tapos masapak ako nito paglabas ko.

I saw the shadow of the guy on the other stall move and form a weird shadowy blob. It took me a while to realize that it was actually a thumbs-up sign.

Fuck! He's okay with it!

Okay, dick, do your stuff. You wanted this, now enjoy it.

...But how?

Honestly, I felt so stupid. Don't judge, okay, but I don't really know what happens during these encounters. Do I step out of my stall and join him in there? Do I invite him over here to my stall so he can do his stuff?

Oh, I know. I've seen it on a gay porn clip before. (Don't ask how I saw one such porn, it was completely by accident.)

I gauge the height of the gap between the floor and the divider of our stalls. I think kaya naman, di naman ako higante. I set my undies on the floor and then kneel down at facing the stall divider, then with slight difficulty I slipped my boner between the gap. The bottom of the gap brushed against the top of my dick and sort of choked it from above, but it was a discomfort I quickly grew to ignore.

Right now I've crossed the point of no return. I've showed a complete stranger - a guy no less - my dick and it got twice as hard and excited at the thought that a new pair of eyes is now admiring its majesty.

Fuck, I felt my dick leak a drop of precum, and in full view of this guy. I don't know if mahihiya ako ng todo or if malilibugan ako sa naiisip ko. I'm baring my lust wide open for this person and I'm not sure what he's thinking or feeling right now.

Uhh, okay, now what? I can hold this position for a while, but I don't think even my fitness routines can endure this for a long period of time. This guy better start before I -

OH FUCK.

A finger - cold, gentle, and electrical - traced the top of my dick from the base all the way to the tip, like a line of current that traveled all the way to my frenulum area. I pressed my palms hard against the divider of the stall and moaned as voicelessly as I can, because putangina ibang level ang sarap.

This isn't like my non-dominant hand jerking me off. Janice's touch doesn't even come close to this. This... this is on a different height of pleasure already!

Daliri palang to! Puta!

He started to do something to the back of my dick head that made me bite down my lips to keep myself from really moaning this time. Napapikit ako sa sarap. Tangina, ano yung ginagawa nya, para akong kinikiliti na hinahagod na ewan na masarap na putangina gusto kong labasan pero hindi nangyayari!

Yes, my thoughts scattered at that moment. More precum oozed out of my dick and I could swear I had started to drool.

This guy knows his stuff. It's like... it's like he knows how to milk a dick well.

Milking isn't even enough to describe it. I can feel my dick practically dripping with precum now. Ano yung ginagawa nya, gusto ko din itry sa sarili ko!

Do it again, fuck! Please!

I would slap my hands against the divider just to let him know, but apparently that was just a taste of his skills. What happened next made my eyes roll back with pleasure.

Hinagod na nya, pucha...!

And I don't mean hagod like jinakol, no. It's like he's only stroking and rubbing at it using his fingertips, dragging them across my hard length in slow, pulling movements. Parang chupa, pero hindi.

Wait, baka chinuchupa na nya ko?

Ugh, I don't know anymore, but whatever it is, please don't stop! Tuloy mo, pre!

I craved the sensation, and I didn't realize it until I started doing it - I began humping forward, looking for those five fingertips and exposing more of my dick for it to caress. It's like I'm fucking a fleshlight with five arousing contact points or something - basta yun, I can't explain it!

More, please, more...!

I felt the entire hand close on my dick all of a sudden, my mind blacking out with pleasure. FUCK! Ang higpit ng kapit, parang puke!

I responded in kind, fucking that fist so hard and rough. I don't care if I made sloppy fucking sounds at this point, but I remember hearing the toilet flushing every now and then. Fuck, may ibang tao, and for sure dinig na dinig yung pagkantot ko sa kamay ng guy na to...

But I don't care at this point! I'MA EMPTY MY LOAD AT YOUR HAND, FUCKER!

I press my forehead against the divider and grit my teeth as I explode in bursts at his hand, my needy dick pumping out its third intense load of the day (yes, I jacked off at home before I went to work). I could feel my dick emptying load after load, my drool dripping down from my mouth and my vision swimming with stars.

Fuck, hands down, best handjob ever.

Daig pa si Janice. Not even her best efforts and my horniest state managed to get me to this daze.

This must be what feeling high is like. Euphoria. Nirvana. That sort of thing.

Fuck, he must have a huge mess to clean up there, wait, nakakahiya. I look at the tissue dispenser on my stall, but it was empty, and I'm not the kind of guy who brings handkerchiefs or face towels.

My eyes turn to the pair of undies I left on the floor.

Eh, I guess he can have it.

I slid it to his side of the stall and he must have picked up the cue because I heard the sounds of wiping. I steady myself and sit back on the toilet bowl, my legs still shaking from the combined strain of kneeling for minutes and keeping me steady throughout an intense cumshot.

Oh, fuck, baka ibalik nya sakin. I gotta tell him he can keep it. I take my phone again and type another message, showing it to him before he can get the idea:

Thanks. Keep it, souvenir ko na :)

Souvenir indeed for a job well done, man.

Heck, I don't even know if he's into that sort of shit, but, eh, if he really doesn't want it, he'll slide it back.

He didn't even hesitate. He flashed another thumbs-up and that settled that uncertainty. Kinky guy, this one. It was like meeting a kindred soul, except he liked watching others instead of being watched.

I checked the time on my phone. Shit, lunch break's almost over. I get to my feet and put on my pants, taking extreme care not to zip up my pubes. They may be neatly-trimmed, but I've heard horror stories of commando guys suffering from careless zipping of pants.

Post-orgasm rationalism took over and I figured I didn't want to dive deeper into this complication by actually meeting the person - ayoko naman din maging paasa or something - so I quickly exited the stall and washed my hands, keeping an eye on the mystery guy's stall. He still seems to be seated and must be biding his time too.

I didn't even wait. I headed out of the restroom and walked away as fast as I can, passing by the food court area and grabbing some Turk's for takeout and some bottled buko juice. That intensive milking left me with no time to sit down and eat, but it was well worth that chance.

I stare down at my commando crotch as I walked. Happy now, dick?

It didn't answer. Good, I expect that one tired you out good. Feel ko hindi ako magjajakol for the next few days or so.

Nah, who am I kidding? I'll probably be overtaken by libido again tonight, especially if Janice decides to make it up by sending her usual stuff. She knows how to make up for times like these, that's for sure.

"Yieee, lover boy's back." Samantha teases as I return to the office and settle myself on my desk beside hers. "Oh, kamusta lunch nyo ni Janice? Kumain ba kayo? Kinain mo ba sya?i" she laughs at that last jab.

"No time, e." I grinned at her. "Busy daw sya sa work, so kumain nalang ako mag-isa."

"Aww." Samantha frowns. I know she sensed the disappointment in my words. "Okay kalang ba, Mike?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked. To be fair, I normally wouldn't, but that restroom handjob turned my day around completely.

Nothing would ruin it at this point.

Alex arrived from lunch break a few minutes later and I went over to ask for a deck that I had misplaced in the clutter of my files.

"Uy, Alex, blooming ah." Samantha turns her attention next at him. "Ikaw ba, may nakain ka this lunch?"

"Sort of." Alex shrugs, in his usual non-committal fashion. Ay, si bakla, may mi-neetup. What do I expect? He's a horny gay guy.

"Kwento!" Samantha jeers at Alex. Lester, ever our pure boy, puts on his headset at the start of this conversation and drowns us out in loud music.

"Mga gaga kayo, nakakahiya dito ikwento. Some other time, siguro." Alex laughs at us. "Eh, ikaw, Mike? How's lunch with Janice?"

"Ay, naku, wag na yang si Mike, walang score yan kay Janice today, busy daw!" Samantha scoffs at me. "Yung sayo nalang, Alex, mas juicy yan for sure!"

I just smirked as I returned to my desk, feeling my jeans strain against my dick directly. Alex likes regaling us with his kinky encounters with guys, and it's a testament to our friendship and closeness that he's very open to share these things with us.

Funny, though, that was one story he never got to share.

Well, I have my own story to keep too, Alex. Kung alam mo lang yung ginawa ko that day with that random someone in the men's restroom...

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Continued on Chapter 7