Peeping Tom's Story

This is story 5 in the evolving relationship between Jake and Ryan. You would probably enjoy this more if you read them all. But it does work as a stand alone story too.

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Football training had been physically hard and Tom was looking forward to getting back to his digs to rest. He had lingered in the showers with his team mates, discussing the game the week before, and speculating about what changes may be coming in the next team selection later that week.

They had had a good win in their last game, against quality opposition, but even better, they had gelled well as a team, despite many changes. This week more players were coming back from injury, but the new freshman midfielder, Jake, had played particularly well against Swansea, surely he would keep his place.

Tom had been the team's consistent Left Back since the end of his first year, 2 years ago. There were not many left footed players, and none of the new freshers were likely to take his place. He felt secure, but excited that this could be a really successful year with this squad. It would also be his last. He would graduate this year.

Half way back towards one of the student housing area in Roath, chatting with his friend Max, Tom suddenly remembered that he had to submit his coarse work before midnight that night, and it counted towards his final degree marks. It could not be late.

He had left it until the last moment, staying up most of the night before to get it completed. Tom was not the most disciplined student and it was not uncommon for him to leave things until the deadline. He had printed it off on a friends computer earlier and the hard copy needed to be posted at the Biology faculty before the door was locked at midnight. Unfortunately the printed copy was in his locker, back in the changing rooms. He had put it there before training, to keep it safe, meaning to take it to the faculty on his way home. Being scatty, he had completely forgotten about it.

There was no other way, he needed to get back and get his hands on that work. He excused himself and ran back towards the university sports hall, hoping he would get back before the grounds staff locked up. After a full training session his legs were weary. The last thing he needed was a stiff run. But he had no choice, he could not afford to drop marks for lateness. Weary or not, he needed to get back there as quickly as possible.

Retracing his steps the streetlights illuminated his way, on a cold crisp winter evening. The icy, dry air burning the back of his throat. His lungs struggling to deal with his deep breathing after a long training session, and now an extra burst of exertion.

His heart thumped in his chest as he approached the sports hall, all lights were still ablaze, and he remembered that most of the hall was open until late for the indoor sports like badmington, gymnastics and the climbing wall. Hopefully they wouldn't lock the changing rooms for the outside sports either, even though the floodlights were now off, and everyone must have long since left that area.

Entering the Men's changing room, still out of breath, he took a deep mouthful of stale, sweaty air, with the faint aroma of muscle rub, and old socks. To his relief, he could get in. His locker was in the first row close to the entrance. A huge weight lifted off his shoulders once he opened his locker and retrieved his work, and placed it in his back pack, safe and sound. Panic over, he had plenty of time to get across to the faculty to post it.

Having been so focussed on retrieving his file he had missed the fact that the showers were still running. Surely nobody was still here so late after training. He thought that one of the taps may have been left on, and nobody had noticed before leaving. He should turn that off, otherwise, if the caretaker missed it, it could run all night. He closed his locker, donned his bag to leave, and approaching the showers he felt the heat of the steam on his chilly face, and the warm, damp air filling his lungs.

Then he froze.

Above the sound of running water he heard the sound of movement and some undistinguishable, but certainly human, noises. Somebody was still in the showers.

Sometimes people stayed late on the field, or went into the gym to work out, but training finished an hour ago. Who on earth could still be in the showers this late?

He crept forward, slowly, towards the open doorway to the shower area. He wanted to catch a view of who was in there, and if he kept quiet, he would remain unnoticed. Looking through the steamy open shower space Tom caught a glimpse of Ryan. He had his back to Tom, seemingly between two shower jets, facing the wall. This was perfect for Tom to covertly watch for a moment, unseen. Ryan's figure was amazing. His broad shoulders showed textbook muscle definition, and from there down to his neat waist formed a muscular triangle shape, which then broadened back out around his bulbous buttocks, and down two sturdy thick thighs. He was more like the shape of a very fit rugby player, than a typical football striker. On the pitch, that strength got him goals. He was tenacious, and despite his muscular frame, he was fast. If anyone would still be here training late, of course it was Ryan.

Tom could not see clearly from his misted view, but there was something suspicious about Ryan's position and movements, he suspected that Ryan may be masturbating. His mind drifted back to previous shower times, when he had caught sight of Ryan's flaccid cock, dangling like a pendulous weight between his thighs. He had instinctively covered himself. It had not occurred to Tom that anyone would seem inadequate next to Ryan.

Even to a straight guy like Tom, Ryan had a beautiful body. It had shocked Tom the first time he had seen it He had caught himself starring, before he forced himself to look away. Inexpilcably the vision had come to him a few times during daydreams or when he was alone in bed, but he always shook those thoughts from his head.

Now out of sight of the naked Ryan, Tom watched from afar, a little more interested than he wanted to admit. He backed off to the rear of the changing area, maintaining line of sight. He could remain there undetected, watching. If Ryan stepped out to dry himself, he would have time to slip away unnoticed.

As Tom settled into his dark corner to watch the show, through the steamy mist there was movement, something looked odd. Ryan lowered himself to kneel. From behind Ryan, Tom saw a second figure emerge. He had his back to Tom, but there was no mistaking the dark features, and equally toned figure of Jake. His muscular shoulders and back revealed as Ryan descended. Tom immediately realised that the two had been in a passionate embrace, and now Ryan was lowering himself. As he knelt, face to ass with Jake, the steam cleared slightly, improving Tom's view. Jakes head was turned sideways, his eyes were closed. On his face an expression of pure joy. Even if he opened his eyes, he would not be able to see Tom, over his right shoulder, in his dimly lit corner, between the lockers.

What was Jake doing there? Tom knew Jake to be straight. He was not at all surprised to see Ryan.

Tom had never been rimmed himself, he could never find a girl willing to try, but he hoped now to see first hand what he had seen in porn and read about in gay erotic stories. Ryan coated his fingers with soap, and pulled Jake's ass cheeks apart, part washing, part teasing and arousing. Jakes moaning betrayed his obvious appreciation. Tom was suddenly aware of his own awakening. His cock was rigidly hard in his briefs, tenting his trousers. He rubbed it through the material, and contemplated taking it out to masturbate.

He considered himself 'completely straight', he could not imagine being in that situation with another man, in private, and certainly not in a public space. Despite being 'completely straight', he did have to admit that seeing Ryan naked in the showers, some months before, had haunted his thoughts, in erotic ways. Even late at night, alone, with his erect cock in hand.

There were also times when he had watched gay porn, probably out of curiosity, but even to climax. All this he put down to being harmlessly, mildly curious. There was a time on holiday, when he spied a lone man on a hotel balcony below, wanking. It wasn't gay to watch, just opportunistic. But why it aroused him quite as much as it did, he didn't think about too deeply.

Now he found himself acutely aroused, with a far more intimate opportunity to watch. Involuntarily he had started rubbing his own erection through his joggers.

Ryan had worked his fingers between Jake's beautifully carved buttock cheeks, and was working Jake into a frenzy. Jake clearly showed no resistance, pushing his hips backwards, to encourage Ryan deeper. Another finger must have worked its way inside because Tom observed Jake jump up onto his toes, as he exhaled a deep guttural moan, half in ecstasy, with a slight tinge of angst. His chest pushed up against the shower wall, and he stopped grinding backwards. Jake seemed to have reached a limit. Tom felt the excitement intensify in his pants, and moved his hand inside, he grasped his own cock. He was leaking badly, and needed to play with himself.

It was risky to be wanking in the changing rooms. The boys could exit the shower and catch him, or even worse, someone might barge in at any moment, giving him no time to disguise his actions, or the fact that he was spying on this scene covertly. But he also couldn't stop himself from enjoying the stolen moment. His perception of risk disappeared, his actions driven by something far more primeval. He pulled his joggers and briefs down to his knees and started stroking himself.

The scene in front of him unfolded further. Ryan now appeared to have all his fingers in Jakes ass. He was rubbing more soap onto his knuckles. Far from rimming, his intention was clear, he was going to fist Jake. Jake meanwhile was flat against the wall clearly struggling to get away. He was on his tiptoes, but there was nowhere further to go to get away from the intrusion. Nothing in his demeanour indicated any enjoyment any more. Tom knew he was distressed, but would he do anything to get away? Or was he just going to accept a whole fist inside him, regardless of the pain he was already in? Tom considered that he might well be complicit. He knew that some gay men practiced, what he would consider to be extreme hardcore sex. He had seen the porn. Maybe that was what he was about to witness. Whatever was about to happen, Tom was close to orgasm.

From nowhere there was a heated exchange between Jake and Ryan, Tom could not make out the words, but clearly Jake had suffered enough and wasn't going to submit any more. Ryan was quickly back on his feet, and whispered in Jake's ear. It didn't look like an apology, something more menacing. Ryan lined his cock up to Jake's ass. Whatever words had passed between them, the act of pressing his firm cock against Jake's ass diffused the conflict. Jake pushed back once more and groaned in satisfaction as the large head penetrated him. Tom also groaned under his breath in appreciation, this was the sex show he was hoping to see. He also noted how easily Jake accommodated Ryan's enormous cock. It was not their first encounter.

Jake and Ryans' bodies moved together in perfect symphony. Ryan was stroking his cock in and out, and as he reached the hilt of insertion, Jake thrust back to take it all. The pace escalated, and Ryan's visible excitement grew. Tom matched the rythum, stroking his own cock in time with Ryan's thrusts.

Ryan showed no mercy thrusting hard into Jake, who was soon squashed, once more, against the shower wall, but this time, not attempting to get away. He was giving himself completely to Ryan. Jake groaned with a deep satisfaction, apparently cumming.

His body went limp, and Ryan pulled him away from the wall. Now in side profile, Tom had an amazing view of Ryan's huge cock pumping away in Jakes hole. Jake bent over double like a rag doll, spent, but still giving himself to Ryan. Ryan's speed peaked, he grunted his satisfaction as he emtied his cum deep inside Jake. Mid climax he withdrew, he spun Jake around, and pushed his ejaculating cock at Jake's lips. They parted without resistance and Ryan finished his orgasm into Jake's mouth. Jake cleaned Ryan's cock and balls. Tom saw cum dribbling from his ass, and his mouth, a sight that would haunt his dreams for years to come.

In perfect synchronicity Tom climaxed, spraying ropes of semen onto the changing room floor, over his hand, and his clothes. Two big ropes of semen jetting out first, then as Ryan forced his cock into Jake's mouth, the third and fourth erupted, with increased force, before a healthy dribble of cum soaking everything in its path. He had never cum so hard in all his life, and his groan was so loud he was convinced the two boys must have heard him.

Jake fell to the shower floor in exhaustion, Ryan towering over his motionless body.

Tom panicked. Semen was everywhere. Ryan must have heard him cumming. He was never going to be able to hide this mess, it was obvious what he had been doing. He hurriedly pulled up his joggers and as quietly as he could, backed up towards the changing room doors to make a quick exit.

Keeping his eyes on Ryan and Jake in case they moved towards him, he didn't see the large bin in his way. As the back of his leg felt the impact, he knew instinctively that he needed to stop it from toppling over. His hand thrust out to catch the rim, but only succeeded in knocking the edge further off balance, resulting in the bin hitting the floor at speed, spilling its contents, with a thunderous crash. Tom ran, bounding through the double swing doors and sprinted as fast as his legs would take him, down the corridor, around the corner and out of sight.

He was sure he must have been seen. The boys were naked, they couldn't give chase, but if they saw him, they would know. They would find his semen on the floor. They would see what he had done. He must have been caught.

For now, he was free, escaped into the cold, dark, frosty night air. He needed to get to the faculty building and submit his work.

Tonight he was safe, but at some point in the near future, he would be back with the team. Back with Jake, and especially back with Ryan.