The Student's House (continued)

It didn’t take long for me to cum and when I did my toes curled up and I even shot my hot sperm up to my face. As my spent cock went limp in my hand the lad turned off the light in his bathroom and closed the door.

Welcome neighbours,’ I said to myself with a smirk. ‘Even though you won’t know it, we’re going to get along very well. In fact, perfectly well.’

And with that I fell asleep right where I sat.

Student voyeur by Luke Preston

Paul put himself between the half open door and its frame and lent gently back against it. With his head resting on the architrave he could see directly into the mirror on the bathroom wall. As long as he kept his eyes fixed on the mirror and did not move them he could see the shower. The curtain was open and Stuart had just stepped in.

The two had shared their house for just over a month, since the new academic year had started. This was their second year at Uni and they had to move out from halls for the duration. They had moved in with the third house mate, Dean, and none of the three students had known each other previously. Maybe because of this they had not spoken much in their first month except to discuss the house rules, rotas for cleaning and a party. They had quickly come to learn each other’s habits however and Paul knew that at this time on a Friday Dean would be on his way to the gym and Stuart would be taking a shower. He also knew that Stuart always left the bathroom door slightly open so that it would not steam up and cause mould to grow. Stuart was very house proud.

In Paul’s eyes he was also very cute. On the day they moved in, a warm day for October, Stuart had been wearing shorts.

He had chosen the attic bedroom and had athletically carried boxes of books and CDs up to the second floor at such a pace that he had soon broken into a sweat. Paul remembered arriving at the house to find the front door open. He had gone in and had reached the first floor landing when Stuart had appeared on the top steps. His red hair was soaked with sweat, his tee shirt clung to his chest and his damp shorts were slipping, showing the tiniest fluff of flame red pubes. He had beamed a broad smile at Paul, welcomed him to the house as if he owned it and Paul had warmed to his youthful enthusiasm, his public school accent and his cute face.

In the mirror Paul could now see Stuart’s back. His hair was shaved short and beneath its straight edge two smooth shoulder blades separated to end in rounded shoulders. The arms massaging shampoo into the glorious hair showed signs of developing muscles and the fingertips beneath the bubbling, white lather were elegant but powerful. His back narrowed to slim hips and a firm, round bottom. A frothy trail of shampoo made its way down the back and Paul wished it were his tongue caressing the boy’s spine. The trail trickled lower, across the small of his back where fine, almost transparent, hairs blocked its path momentarily. But the little river was stronger and so was Paul’s tongue as he imagined it flattening the hair as it became denser until the feel of the boy’s buttocks turned smooth again. The arse cheeks were hairless, pale and pliable. Paul could imagine one in each hand and his chin resting beneath them. He watched as the stream of shampoo slipped its enviable way in between those warm cheeks and saw it mat together the darker red hair between Stuart’s firm legs.

The boy had washed his hair and was rubbing soap around his shoulders. Without turning his eyes from the mirror Paul reached down and silently undid the belt on his dressing gown. The garment fell open and he grabbed his naked penis. Stuart was washing his arse now and Paul gasped when he saw him pull his cheeks apart and slip two soaped fingers into the crack. Putting a hand on each cheek and pulling back Stuart was able to soap his hole with his long fingers and Paul could even make out the wrinkled opening as the fingers lightly played with it.