Page 215 of Phobia
Still, despite how hopelessly futile it seems, and how confusing I find this new, inconvenient mischief in my limbs, I sit up slowly, peeking through the window once more.
The kid is still standing in front of his mirror. He lifts his arms over his head, stretching them out in a way that smoothes the flexed cluster of muscles in his abs. I bite my lip, watching his long arms, his back, and his sides… Without even noticing I’m doing it, I’mstaringat his butt.
Movement happens between my legs and I exhale, reaching down to adjust my dick. It’s filling up rather quickly, faster than I’m used to. It’s overwhelming… But I don’t hate it.
This isthrilling, in a forbidden sort of way.
I’m sure I’m not supposed to be spying on this stranger, ogling his nice, round boy-butt. He’d probably be totally offended and weirded out. For all I know, he’s straight.
But then, I thoughtIwas straight too… And here we are.
Watching him bend over and touch his toes…
Oh, hello… Look at that ass… In those panties.
Okay,they’re notpanties. They’re just fitted briefs, but certainly more European-looking than my regular boxer briefs.Stylish.And they look good on him.
My breathing is already labored, cock stiffening against my thigh. I run my palm over it and exhale a shivery one. When his body turns, I can see a bulge in his crotch.
That’s his dick in there…
He has a dick, because he’s aguy. And I’m looking at him. Looking atit. Getting hard thinking about it…
He turns toward the window and I drop fast, out of view, my heart flying in my chest.
Shit… He didn’t see me, did he??
This is getting too real. I need to chill.
It’s happening too fast. And just because I think my sexuality is shifting suddenly, doesn’t give me the right to spy on the kid.
Maybe just one more peek…
Lifting my head just enough, I find that his bedroom light is now off. I can see anything anymore.
My gut falls in disappointment, and I pout. But then I notice a small glowing light. It looks like a screen… He’s on his phone.
He probably has a girlfriend. He’s probably texting her that he loves her,and wishes she was in that bed with him. Completely oblivious to the creepy, bi-curious pervert staring at him through the window.
Sighing out my frustrations, I close my eyes, rubbing them hard. I’mso tired…
This isn’t good.
I have to get up. I have to… move.
I can stop it if I just move, and never stop.
Rolling out of bed, I wander to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Maybe I’ll clean the house. That will be a nice surprise for Lena when she comes home.
A distraction from the truth of the night. That’s what I need.
Keep your eyes open, at all costs.
You can stop it from happening again…
If you just… don’t… sleep.
Chapter 2
