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By the Gleam of the Glans
The co-ed rental house backed up to another property, which was vacated. It had a roaming and lush flower garden. It was easy for my peeping partner and myself to use as a base, to peep on the co-ed house. This was many years ago, long before cameras everywhere, and motion lights.
Our targets were two college girls, one a tall blonde with a great figure, decent tits, and a killer ass. The other, a brunette, was a little chubby, much shorter, but had large, jutting breasts,. The brunette had the bedroom in the back of the house, so, we saw her more often. The bathroom ( one bath, two bedrooms ) was a riskier view, and the blonde's bedroom at the front of the house too dangerous. The blonde had a b/f, the brunette did not.
I was twenty, my partner sixteen. He was a kind of wild man, and willing to take more risks than me. He was always wanting to " break in and take the pussy ! " and I was not of that inclination, whatsoever. I had to constantly reel him back in. I took risks to a point. He and I would strip naked, except for shoes, in the roaming garden, and creep into the backyard and peep in the brunette's window, and the bathroom window. We would masturbate, or stroke each other as we viewed. One particular night, we saw the sort of thing that voyeurs secretly crave : something you're not supposed to see, something secret, something other than the color of pubic hair, or sex between adults. It was something to be between two people only.
On this night, my partner and I watched for the brunette's light to come on. We stroked our erections as we waited. He had a bigger cock than me. I am exactly six inches erect, he was a little over eight, and thicker than me, and I'm pretty thick. I had just started to stroke him when the light flicked on. She came into view as we crept to her window. She kept her curtains open carelessly. She began to quickly undress, and had a smile on her face. The blonde's b/f walked in with a towel around his waist. Her large tits fell out of the bra, dark-tipped, and she peeled her panties off, her dark bush seeming to fan out. The blonde's b/f dropped his towel as he fell upon her, mauling her tits, and fingering her cunt. Then, they kissed, long and with much passion. He, even erect, was so much smaller than my partner and I, we almost laughed. We both began stroking furiously. My partner's large cockhead gleamed in the light of the bedroom. The b/f suddenly looked at the window with concern. I backed out of view, but, my buddy stood his ground and jacked out a wad of cum that would've filled an expresso cup. The curtains closed and we listened, and heard sounds of fucking. He stroked me and we timed it with her cries of passion. I shot out my own salvo of spunk, gasping quietly as it jetted out. My buddy chuckled, lewdly.
I used to tell my partner that you could only go to the well so many times, that some places would become uncool, and you had to be on your game to notice it. He knew more than me, or, so he thought, and almost got caught peeping in that location, by the local police and the college campus security. He was peeping, naked, stroking when they turned on a newly installed backyard floodlight, when taking out the garbage. He, literally, had to dress on the run. Fucking idiot ! That well was closed, for good.
I would have been happy enough just stroking him and him stroking me. You should have got into sucking each other’s cocks. Sounds like I would have loved to blow either one of you and I’m a guy too! Bi.