CHAPTER 10: OPEN DOOR

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension

KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence.

I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud.

It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

I've heard that when men jerk off, they make quiet sounds, their breath frays and their jaw lock up just before they cum.

I’ve wanted to see it up close for as long as I can remember.

... But sadly I never have.

Anyways, today I’m padding down the hall in socks with a dead phone and a real urgent need to charge up my phone so I can do my project assignment and finally breathe a 'Thank- The- Fuck- It's- Friday!'.

But my stupid charger decided that today was the time for it to snap in half!

Urghhh!!

So I walk toward toward the guest room where Theo has been staying while the upstairs leak gets fixed.

He’s my friend’s coworker with a long- term project in the city and too many tools amongst his belongings when he came in here.

Surely he'll have a spare charger, and maybe he could lend it to me for a while.

I mean, he's polite, and usually helpful, plus he also has impossible forearms.

People with big arms tend to be helpful.

... Right?

Oh well, cross my fingers.

When I get to Theo's door, I find it's mostly closed, and I’m already raising my knuckles to knock when my palm nudges the wood and it swings open.

... Just a tiny bit.

And when my gaze sees inside his room, I forget what I came up here for.

He’s on the edge of the bed, with his back braced against the headboard, his right knee up and his left foot on the ground while his T- shirt is rucked high on his stomach.

However... that's not what has my lips parted in a gasp.

It's the fact that his head is head tipped back and his hand is moving steadily, going up and down over his hardened cock.

I don't move an inch from where I stand, and heat punches through me so hard that my vision fuzzes at the edges.

Every nerve in me leans forward, causing me to hold on to the side of the door to keep myself from falling in shock, or worse making a noise.

He doesn’t see me at first; he's somewhere else entirely with his eyes closed, his jaw shadowed and... his mouth set in a stubborn line.

It almost looks like he's fighting to control himself.

I'm in awe, my lips rubbing together for some moisture as I see him stroke his dick in a rhyme; drag- release- then drag, stroking till he goes all the way to the top, right there at the cap of his dick.

I can't quite see the color though, so I tilt my head to the side to get a little bit more view, and then his eyes open.

... And find me staring at him.