Sundays

For the voyeurs

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Jayden heard the telltale moans of Eric through the wall. He was masturbating again. Like clockwork every Sunday, Eric switched on his computer, pulled up some porn, and Jayden scooted his eye up to the hole in the thin dormitory wall. He had the perfect sideways view of Eric at his desk: tall and tanned, muscular and stubble-filled jaw—just the way Jayden liked his guys. He subconsciously licked his lips in anticipation. There was nothing hotter than watching Eric come into his fist while Jayden splashed his spunk into his prepared tissue. The routine had become so rote he could time their moment of satisfaction in unison, just to the sound of Eric’s rising voice.

Jayden unzipped his pants and pulled his thick stick out into the air, coaxing his fleshy limb to life while watching Eric pump lotion into his hand. Seeing him slap it onto his twitching member made Jayden quiver. Eric sighed as his grip slid from his stem to tip, rounding over his circumcision, his deep, husky voice speaking an exaggerated, “Yeah, baby” at his video.

Jayden mimicked Eric’s movements. His manly meat could’ve been one and the same. And what he’d give to make that so. Eric was the ideal, the beautiful, and the unattainable. He would strut about the campus like he walked on water, turning heads from both men and women. Those that didn’t want him definitely wanted to be him. But he was always alone. Jayden would...