A Glorious Hole

When I found Ian’s flat, I was delighted. I’ve been searching for a new place to share, and have seen some real holes, places they would have to pay me, to even consider living there.

It was close to my place of work, and was built on 5 semi-split levels, that meant although there were stairs here and there; it felt much larger than it actually was. With the labyrinth-like layout, it was also easy to not bump into each other if you didn’t feel like seeing the other person.

After I learnt that he was away for work a lot, it sealed the deal, meaning I would have the three-bedroom place to myself more often than not. It also had a rather large attic space that I could access directly from my bedroom, through a small door in the far wall.

The only weird bit was the bathroom - built on the top level, in the eaves of the roof, right next to my room. It just meant that one side of the room sloped steeply down from the angle of the roof, the bath being in an odd triangular space, the overhead shower being the only area tall enough to stand in the tub.

The whole flat had recess lighting throughout, even two built into the weird angled wall above the bath, but it was functional and tastefully done, so I didn’t think too much of it at first.

Ian was a rather jolly chap, and a few years older than me, I would guess probably in his mid-thirties, and attractive in an outdoorsy, straight-male I-go-hiking kinda way. He had floppy brown hair and light brown eyes, and an easy, infectious laugh. Not my type at all, but charming none-the-less and a good conversationalist.

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Ian knew I was gay, and it didn’t seem to bother him, nor did he ask questions, it was simply a non-topic and it suited me just fine.

Having the bathroom next to my room, I also soon learnt that he has a rather toned physique that looks great wrapped in a white towel around his waist. Not much later I also learnt that he sports an impressive wood most morning on the way to the bathroom.

After a few weeks I noticed the one recessed light in the bathroom flickering, the disco-like morning shower being quite a novelty at first. Not long after, it went out completely.

Ian mentioned that he thought it could be the moisture getting to it because it is mounted on a sloping wall, but that he would have to get an electrician to come and look at it, asking if I mind if they went through my room into the attic, as the back of it could be reached like that.

Being quite handy at DIY, I offered to have a look at it myself, if he didn’t mind. Ian was delighted, as an electrician would probably charge a small fortune just for coming round, never mind actually fixing it.

I already packed a lot of things I don’t need into the big attic space next to my room, but now I ventured in further, finding that it continues to the right around the corner, when you duck down low and crawl on your hands and knees for a few meters.

Going through lots of cobwebs and kicking up dust, I make it round to the bathroom side surprisingly quickly. I can still see the one working bulb, faintly glowing in the dark, the other one completely dead below it.

After unclipping it and pulling back the whole fitting, I examine it under torchlight. It looks like it was only the bulb that went, so I take it out, planning to get one the next day.

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After work, I pick up a couple of new bulbs from the store on my way home. As I walk up the stairs to the bathroom, I hear the front door opening and Ian coming home.

“Hallo…” I call down the stairs.

“Hey…” comes a faraway reply, as I hear him putting down shopping in the kitchen.

“I’m just about to…” I start, but decide to let him unwind for a second before bombarding him with information as soon as he steps through the front door. Also yelling to each other from different parts of this flat with its winding layout is not helping either.

I continue up the stairs and drop the bulbs on my bed, unpacking one and heading towards the little door in the corner. I enter the attic, and move some of my stuff to the side to make it easier to get in and out. I hear a door close somewhere. It must be from Ian’s bedroom that is located opposite mine, at the other end of the short hallway that runs past the bathroom.

By the time I get to the light fittings that illuminate the bathroom, I see light streaming through the bottom hole, as well as a droning sound. Cautiously I come closer, unsure of what exactly is happening.

As I lean in closer the sound becomes recognisable, as I realise the shower is running. Surprised, I bring my eye up to the empty space where the light fitting was clipped into, and peer through the moisture that blows through it like dust.

Immediately I see Ian’s firm ass come into view, water streaming over it. I swallow heavily. I shouldn’t be here, not now, but I stay frozen, staring through the hole as his ass wiggles with his washing movements.

After a few seconds he turns around. I yank my eye away, and make to leave, but I can’t get myself to move. Carefully, my eye returns to the peephole, as I see his soft brown pubic hair, clinging wetly to his groin, water rushing down his toned torso.

My eye travels down a little further, as I breathe heavily in the dark, my eye illuminated with a circular disc of murky light.

His cock is soft, but hanging heavily between his legs, his pear-like balls wiggling as he washes his asshole. I lick my lips, my eyes locked onto him, watching his every movement, seeing the muscles move in his sturdy thighs as he shifts weight from one leg to the other.

I watch the water stream over his dick, pouring down from his foreskin like someone pissing. I watch his soapy hand come round, lathering up his sausage, pulling back his foreskin. I watch him wash his round balls, massaging them briefly in his hands, pulling down on them before rinsing off.

When he suddenly turns off the water, it is deadly quiet for a few seconds, as I hold my breath. As I see him reaching for his towel, I jerk back, scrambling to get out of the attic as quickly and quietly as possible, my heart pounding out of my chest.

I close the little attic door carefully, and sit on my bed, feeling my heartbeat racing, but also feeling elated, like I’ve had a shot of naughty adrenaline. I look at the bulbs, and quickly grab them up, shoving them into a drawer out of sight.

It seems my body has made a decision on my behalf – that light getting fixed is definitely being strategically delayed for the time being.

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“Did you manage to have a look at the light fitting? I see the bulb is out…” he asks me the following evening.

“Err, yeah…” I stumble. “There is something wrong with the, um… the wire that connects the, err… starter switch to the bulb,” I make up a load of technical rubbish.

“Oh... Right… Would you be able to fix it?” he asks, looking slightly confused.

“Yeah, should be able to,” I reply. “I’ll have a look online for the part I need and order it in. Hopefully won’t take too long…”

“Hmm, I guess it’s still cheaper than getting an electrician out…” he thinks aloud.

“Oh, definitely,” I reply quickly, smiling nervously.

A few nights later, I hear Ian running a bath next door. My heartbeat immediately increases as I lie on my bed, frantically contemplating whether to spy on him again or not.

After a few minutes of internal deliberations, my lust tells my morality to go fuck itself, as I hear him closing the door and turning the lock. I jump up from my bed and carefully open the little door, moving round the corner and crawling stealthily towards the peephole.

As I get closer I hear the bath still running, and the swishing sounds of his arms paddling water.

When my eye lines up with the hole, I see his back in front of me, as he sits on his knees, swirling water around his body in opposite directions. He leans forward, and turns off the tap, before slowly sitting down properly in the hot water with a loud, contented sigh.

Eventually, he lies down in the bath, his head coming to rest close to the empty light fitting. I see the crown of his head about 30cm away from me, his hairy chest half submerged in the water, the small swells lapping at his nipples. My eyes travel further, over the bumpy view of his abs, the hair swaying gently in the water. I see his cock poking slightly out from the water’s surface, his balls lazily floating underneath. His muscular thighs stretch out further, towards his defined calves, with his slightly hairy feet lifted up onto the other end of the tub.

He runs his hands in parallel movements along his body, gliding from his chest, down his torso, towards his cock. When they get to the base, he pushes down around it, slightly lifting his lower body out of the water and letting out a soft groan, as his cock flops lazily to one side.

I bite down on my lip, as I feel my hand reach down towards my own cock, gently groping it through my sweatpants, my eyes locked onto his wet, steaming body.

He continues caressing his body with his rugged hands, his cock starting to slowly swell and rotate lazily towards me, like a fat worm wriggling to get out of a too-tight skin.

Suddenly he stops, splashes upright and leans over the side of the bath. I jump backwards, getting ready to make a hasty retreat, when I hear him give a loud sigh and lay back down.

I peak through again, and see him holding his phone in one hand, the other starting to grope his still growing, but already sturdy sausage. He taps the screen, and a video starts playing. There is no sound coming from his phone, but I can see the screen clearly.

A woman is getting fucked by an attractive stud with a huge cock, lying on top of him and moaning silently. Then another guy enters the scene, also sporting a humongous hard dick. But he is more interested in the other stud, kissing him passionately before shoving his throbbing meat into his gaping mouth, and starts face fucking him.

With my mouth slightly agape, I sit on my knees looking through a hole at my straight flatmate stroking his rock-hard cock while watching bisexual-porn. As silently and carefully as I can, I manage to push down my sweatpants, as I pull my raging hard-on out and start jerking off too, trying not to moan.

Ian’s cock is very veiny with a big mushroom head, that he is now stroking frantically, all the while moaning softly, as on his phone the first stud is now also getting ploughed by the other, the woman still impaled on top both of them.

Like a dirty silent film in a moist, humid theatre, the five of us are getting our rocks off, as Ian’s body tenses up in the bath, splashing water everywhere, me not even a meter behind him in the dark, looking over his shoulder, also urgently smacking my meat, as the three on the small screen violently race towards a noisy orgasm, set on mute.

I see Ian thrust upwards with a loud splash and a suppressed grunt, as a streak of spunk flies out of his swollen cock, splashing onto his hairy chest. A split-second later, I also feel my cum squirting out onto the wooden panel in front of me, as I bite down hard on my lip and close my eyes, trying not to make a sound while shooting my steaming load.

As I silently shake off the last few drops of jizz from my drooping dick, I hear Ian give a long, deep sigh and a half-chuckle. “Ah fuck man, that was good…” he whispers, before adding a little louder, “Don’t you think?”

I freeze, my heart pounding, as I try and work out whether he is just talking to himself or if he saw me. Unable to move for a few seconds, I just sit there wide-eyed. He doesn’t turn around or say anything else, just breathes out loudly, squeezing the last cum out of his shrinking dick, then shakes it from his hand, before softly chuckling.

Turning around, I hurry out of the attic as quickly as I can, knocking things over and half stumbling out of the little door into my bedroom. I plonk myself down on the bed, adjust my sweats, grab a book and pretend to be reading, even though he is still in the bathroom.

I hear the water start running out and him getting out of the bath, going about his usual business of brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. I listen intently to all the telltale noises, my heart still racing, preparing myself for a possible confrontation.

But I simply hear him switch of the light and shuffle down the short hallway to his room, and clicking shut his door.

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The next morning I get up earlier than usual, avoiding bumping into Ian at all costs, even if it means arriving at work a full hour ahead of time. I drink two coffees in that time, and work turns out to be a right slog once the initial caffeine rush wears out.

Exhausted, I return home that evening, relieved to find that Ian is not in yet. I cook some pasta with a basic tomato sauce, trying to get out of the communal spaces as quickly as I can, still not quite ready to face Ian after our secret, or not-so-secret, jack-off session last night.

Almost done, I hear the front door open. “Shit,” I think to myself, “just pretend that nothing happened, he probably doesn’t know. He can’t possibly know…”

“Hey, you alright?” he asks in a friendly voice.

“Hey Ian, yeah not bad - you?” I answer, trying not to look at him.

“Could be better, actually. I had quite a shitty day…” he mumbles. “Anyway, I’ve already eaten, gotta get up early tomorrow. I’ll be away for a few days again, so…”

“Oh, ok,” I say, feeling relieved that everything seems to be ok.

“Can you do me a favour mate?” he suddenly asks. “There is a package waiting for me at the post office, but I don’t have time to collect it tomorrow… Do you mind picking it up? I’ll leave the collection slip by the front door…”

“Sure, no problem,” I reply, looking at him.

He looks back and smiles calmly. “Cheers mate, I owe you one! Goodnight - see you sometime Saturday.”

“Night. Safe trip,” I answer, smiling to myself, reassured that I should be able to have another look again soon.

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The week flies by in a flurry of work, and before I know it, Friday evening has come and gone, as I wake up on Saturday, slightly hung over from a quick after work drink with friends, that inevitably turned into a late running drink-athon without dinner.

I groan, as I sit up in bed, rubbing my pounding head. Can’t quite remember how I got home last night, but I have a vague recollection of sucking face with Diego at some point, the sexy new Spanish colleague of a good friend of mine who also joined us last night.

“Oh man, I shouldn’t really be allowed out on my own,” I think to myself, as I feel my semi growing thicker and harder, thinking of Diego’s soft plump lips and rough, hard stubble. “Urgh…” I moan silently, starting to rub my cock through the duvet. “Hmm, Diego…”

It is then that I realise Ian is also due back at some point today, and I still haven’t picked up his parcel... Shit. Looking at my watch I see it is already mid-morning, and I need to get going if I still want to make to Post Office delivery depot on a Saturday, as they close around midday. “Too late, can’t masturbate,” I say sarcastically to myself, as I grudgingly get out of bed, my hard dick pointing forwards and curving slightly to the left, its head a fat swollen plum.

As I get into the shower and start lathering up, I can’t take my eyes of the small black circular hole in the angled wall opposite me. I rub my neck and run my hands symmetrically over my pecs and into my hairy pits, before rubbing my arms with my soapy hands, watching my nipples become erect.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t see someone behind there,” I think, as I wash my stomach, my hands massaging around my midriff, circling inside my belly button, before gliding down to my half drooping cock. “Especially not when the shower is running and it gets all steamy,” I continue in my head, my hands sliding along my sulking sausage, washing the shaft, then pulling the skin back and repeating the process, trying not to provoke it more than I need to.

“He must have just been talking to himself…” I consider, my hands massaging my soft, squidgy ball sack, then smoothly gliding over my thighs and coming back up against the growth of hair to my crack, lathering up my hairy valley, before dropping down to wash my calves and ankles, then my feet. Lastly I wash my face, and rinse everything off, standing with my eyes closed under the spray for a few seconds, still waking up, as my cock finally starts falling asleep.

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That evening I have dinner and eventually get ready to retire to my room, still tired from the night before, deciding to make it an early night. As I finish in the kitchen, I hear the front door opening and Ian huffing inside, dropping what sounds like a bag inside, then closing the door with a loud clack. He comes up the short flight of stairs leading up from the door to the living space, and places down his things.

“Hey,” he says, smiling.

“Hey, I reply, “how was your trip?”

“Yeah good thanks, mate,” he answers. “Ah… Thanks for picking up my parcel,” he says, seeing it sitting on the sideboard.

“Yeah, no worries. Listen, there’s still some leftovers on the stove, if you are hungry…”

“Great, thanks,” he smiles, patting my shoulder as he passes on his way into the kitchen.

“I had quite a heavy one yesterday, so I’m taking it easy tonight,” I say as I walk up towards my room. “Catch you later…”

In my room, I plonk myself down onto my bed, pull out my phone and start scrolling through my social feed, one leg dangling over my raised knee. After a while, I hear Ian coming up the stairs towards his room on the opposite side of mine. Eventually, I hear him walking over towards the bathroom.

“I’m just going for a shower,” he states.

“Err, ok…” I reply, a little confused.

I hear the door click and lock, as I feel my heartbeat increasing again. I sit on my bed listening for a few seconds, as I hear the water start running. Should I?

Still feeling horny from not finishing my wank this morning, I eventually jump off my bed and crawl through the little door, feeling my dick hardening in my shorts as I crawl the final stretch on my hands and knees.

Coming up to the hole, I see the light streaming through, moisture softly blowing in, dancing like dust particles in the dim beam. Carefully I shuffle closer on my knees, bringing my eye slowly up to the hole.

I see Ian standing under the water, his cock hanging at half-mast, pulling slightly to the side as his foreskin starts pulling back, revealing his fat, juicy mushroom head and long piss-slit. I swallow heavily; pushing the waistband of my shorts down with one hand and feeling my almost completely hard cock jump free.

Ian slowly lathers up his cock with soap, tantalisingly stroking it clean as it bears more upwards with every stroke. His hairy nuts hang heavily underneath, jiggling with his movements, thick milky water running over them as he continues washing.

Eventually he turns around to rinse off, as I see his firm butt again, water droplets slowly running over the smooth round flesh. When he turns to me again, his cock is completely hard, pointing rigidly forwards and slightly upwards, the veins along its shaft prominent. He contracts his groin muscles and makes it playfully bounce a couple of times.

My hand has enclosed my moist, firm meat, and I slowly grip it, as I watch his cock bounce in front of my eyes. I lick my lips watching his hand return to his bulging cock, his strong fingers slowly encircling it, while his other hand cups his dangling balls.

Almost simultaneously we start stroking our fleshy fuck-sticks, water streaming over his sexy body from behind, darkness surrounding mine as I sit on my knees behind the thin wall.

“Oh yeah…” I hear him softly whisper through the noise of the splashing water, as he strokes his throbbing dick, rubbing his crimson mushroom helmet. “Urgh…” I softly moan to myself, as I stroke mine in unison, feeling pre-cum spread onto my fingers in the dark.

He keeps stroking, slowly stepping forwards. I watch his cock increase in size as it inches closer in my tunnel of sight. He steps forwards again, still stroking. My hand freezes, gripping my drooling dick tightly as he takes another step, his cock now literally 30cm or so away from the still empty socket.

Slowly I pull away from the wall, getting ready to scamper, as I see his bulging cock starting to carefully push through the hole. The only sound I can hear is the streams of water hitting the bathtub underneath, and my own heavy breathing in the dark as the main light source fades away, in what looks like a cock-eclipse.

In the dim light I see his wet, glistening cock head at the end of his veiny shaft, now almost completely pushed through. Tremblingly I move my hand towards it, pulling away halfway, unsure of what to do.

Without saying a word, his fingers manoeuvres the base of his cock from behind the wall, shaking it and making the shaft wiggling on my side. I take that as a sign, and slowly bring my hand up to it again.

With my forefinger I gently touch the tip of his mushroom head, feeling the familiar slippery stickiness of pre-cum against it. He lets out a loud moan. “Urgh yeah…”

My heart is pounding out of my chest, as I circle his swollen helmet with my slippery finger, sliding it around the perimeter of his cock head, making him groan. “Ooh-urgh…”

I swap hands and start stroking my still swollen cock again, as I grip his meat tightly with my other hand, pulling him in more. “Fuck yeah…” he softly moans. Feeling his warm, hardness in my hand excites me even more, my cock seeping out pre-cum as I start pumping his in my clenched fist, hearing him wetly bump against the wooden panel in the bathroom.

After feeling his girth and weight in my hand, I start teasing his mushroom with my tongue, licking around it and tickling his slit with my tip. I can hear him breath heavily and moan into the wall every now and then, the water still rushing in the background, as I start tasting his oozing man-sap on my tongue.

Taking that as a cue, I open widely and engulf his swollen cock with my wet, warm lips. “Argh yeah…” I hear him moan, a little louder this time, my lips sliding along his veiny shaft, gently sucking on it.

I’m also totally getting off, wetly whacking my prick as pre-cum smears all over my head and along my thick shaft between my fingers, my head bobbing forwards and backwards with Ian’s hot hetero-meat in my mouth.

As I hear his breaths escalating and I feel him humping the bathroom wall, I suck harder, sloppy slurping sounds drowning out the noisy background spray. I hear his hands slam clammily against the wall, and I know he’s not far off from exploding.

I urgently hammer my wet cock, also racing towards a creamy ending, as I feel his cock throb in my mouth. Escalating “aargh’s” tell me to expect a gushing delivery very soon, as I suck as hard as I can, pulling the cum out of his shaft like you do a thick milkshake through a thin straw. With a loud “Uuuuurgh!” he pumps out thick, creamy spunk onto my tongue in explosive bursts.

Counting, I swallow about four big blasts, before I too erupt against the wall, squirting lines of thick jizz dripping down the wood, as I suck out the last of his juices from his exhausted dick.

Without saying a word, he pulls his drooping dick out of my gaping food hole, and back through the socket into the bathroom. He gets back underneath the shower, and starts rinsing off. Catching my breath, I pull my leaking cock back into my shorts, smearing cum off my hands onto my back pockets, before crawling out towards my bedroom again.

As I climb back on my bed, I lie there staring at my wet shorts, wondering what the fuck just happened. Eventually I hear the bathroom door unlock, and Ian stepping out, my heart pounding again, unsure of what might happen next.

“The bathroom’s free if you need it mate,” he calls chirpily. “Goodnight.”

“Err, thanks… Night,” I half answer, my voice trailing off as I hear his door close.

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We went about our business as usual after that night, like nothing happened.

Ian eventually started seeing a girl named Georgina, who was nice enough and stayed over sometimes. I got with sexy Diego in the end, but throughout all these changes, Ian still lets me know when he is going for a shower every now and then.

That bathroom light has not been fixed in almost two years now, and no one seems to mind.

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