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The Morning I Got Caught Looking at Cocks

It started out like any other morning – I was lazily sprawled on the couch, scrolling through my phone. The dim lights in the room cast a hue of blue, and the only thing that was on my mind was the needy buzzing of my body. My fingers ran over my skin as I began to fantasize about what I had seen in the past week; of the incredible sights of tight shorts, bulging crotches and perky behinds. Yet, as I thought of these images, I quickly realized I was not alone. I heard a cry arise from behind me – the shock of someone unexpectedly seeing me taking in the fantasy of the male form had caught me off guard and I was completely exposed. I had gotten caught looking at cocks.

Table of Contents

• 1. Arousal by a Stranger’s Member
• 2. An Infamous Bathroom Encounter
• 3. Caught in the Act of Gazing
• 4. Punishment? or Pleasure?
• In Summary

1. Arousal by a Stranger’s Member

Unveiling a Mystery

I was walking alone this particular morning, feeling a little lonely and trying to clear my head. A light mist was falling and the fog had hung thick between the lampposts and the trees. I stopped in my tracks as I saw the silhouette of another figure, standing just off the footpath. His figure was silhouetted in the light and his eyes were hidden in the shadows. But I could see the silhouette of his member, tucked away beneath his coat – the way the material fit tight against his skin and the way it curved. It was a strange sight – both tantalising and mysterious.

The Temptation to Touch

The urge to touch that figure was more than I could resist. I stepped off the footpath and slowly moved closer and closer until I was standing directly in front of him. His eyes were looking down, but I could see the smirk on his face. He knew what I wanted – and he wasn’t going to stop me. We were both lost in the moment and I reached out my hand to touch that silhouette, to feel its warmth, to feel its power. I felt the heat from his member and watched as my fingers tightened around it. We stood silently, as if suspended in time, as I made the connection between us and felt that sexual energy reach out and pulse between us. We were two sparks in a never-ending journey, forever intertwined in the moment.

2. An Infamous Bathroom Encounter

My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. I stood there peering through the split in the door, looking at the raging cocks that were just begging to be admired. I was paralyzed with desire as I surveyed the scene, eyeing the men that sauntered back and forth.

In my head, I could almost hear the voice of warning my mother had implored me with – “Behave yourself!” – yet I was unable to tear my gaze away. My thirst for masculine beauty only grew with every passing second. Soon enough, I found myself slipping out of view and inching closer to the door to better survey the scenery. It felt like a forbidden secret I was protecting from the world.

I watched wide-eyed and transfixed, each cock better than the last. Some were smooth and trim and others were veiny and thick – I was entranced by them all. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and I felt a strange euphoria that I had never experienced before. Soon my gaze was met with stares of surprise, and then I knew it was time to go. I hastily scampered away from the door to the safety of that dark, cloaked alley. I will never forget the morning I got caught looking at cocks.

3. Caught in the Act of Gazing

As soon as I stepped out of the shower I was drawn to the window. I had to sneak a glance out towards the yard where the boys were always playing. My heart thuddering, enthused yet afraid. Afraid someone could catch me with my gaze lingering in places it shouldn’t go. But I maintained, almost as if I was magnetized to the bodies of hot, young men and the temptation was too great.

One by one I scanned them. I couldn’t help but take in small details, whether it be how opaque the tan line was on one’s back or how the sun made them glow, making as if an artistic painting for me to soak in. I licked my lips in anticipation, with a body full of electric and an ever-growing moistness between my legs. I curved my eyes down, and there was a growing bulge behind my towel that I couldn’t keep from getting hard. Then – the moment I least expected – I felt a stare. His gaze was a dagger, searing me with eye contact. I felt my face flush and I quickly stumbled away from the window, going to my room and throwing on clothes, avoiding the thought that I’d been caught in a moment of lust.

4. Punishment? or Pleasure?

Entry One
I had been awake for over an hour, but I hadn’t mustered the courage yet to get out of bed. The sun was streaming brightly through the window, but I remained in darkness, lying on my stomach, my face drenched with sweat. I felt like a prisoner shut away in my own bedroom, all because I had been caught looking at naughty pictures of men with big cocks.

I had found the images buried deep inside of my laptop, all downloaded to my hard drive; each of them so graphic and explicit that I had to cover my eyes, lest I burn too deep into that forbidden land. But I couldn’t ignore my urges; I had too many lustful and homosexual thoughts pent up inside of me. Suddenly, my bedroom door burst open and I recoiled in shock – a tall figure filled every inch of my tiny frame and let out a bellowing roar.

Entry Two
I was caught red-handed, and I knew I had no way of hiding. In that moment, pants around my ankles, I felt an overwhelming sensation of both pleasure and punishment. I was face-to-face with someone who could finally bring my inner desires the fruition they had so deeply craved. But I was also getting the strict punishment that I deserved for such treacherous acts. The figure stepped closer, slowly. His eyes were burning with rage, yet I could see a hint of pleasure behind them. He told me, if I wanted to be free, I had to do as he asked.

He wanted me to undergo his sexual lessons; his punishments and rewards; his wild and debauched pleasure changes. I yielded to his demands without hostility. I was ready to learn, willing to accept a new world, and more than ready to open my mind to a whole new set of erotic possibilities. I was about to experience something I’d been denying for too long – true pleasure.

In Summary

The morning I got caught looking at cocks would stay with me forever. I’ll never forget the thrill I felt as I surveyed the scenery, glimpsing into the secret world of homoerotic beauty and the intensity of desire that flooded my mind. It was a moment of self-realization. A moment out of time. A moment that solidified my place in this world as a gay man. It was a moment I welcomed, one I would never forget, and one I would cherish every day.