Brian : big story

 The first few months of sharing a room with Brian were absolute torture. I
was constantly seeing him naked (fondling himself,) and there were
several incidents, as in my previous story, where I walked in on him
"getting some pussy." It drove me crazy!

Brian had an enormous sex drive and, on nights when he didn't get laid, I
got to listen as he jacked his dick in the bunk above me. He wasn't the
least bit concerned that I could hear what he was doing, and would groan
and grunt while he stroked his cock and got himself off. He'd usually wear
his underwear to bed, then use them to clean up and toss them across the
room in the general direction of his laundry basket after he finished.

Sometimes he'd tell me about one of his latest conquests while he stroked,
letting out a groan when he emptied his load. In those instances, after he
finished cumming, he'd usually make a comment something like...

"Damn, that felt good. I needed that nut. "

Like I said, after several months of that I was going crazy! One night,
while I was listening to him groan, my eyes fell on the mirror that hung
above the small sink on the wall opposite the foot of our bunks. Although I
couldn't see him in it, I realized that if the mirror was angled just a little I
would have a perfect view of his bed. Hmmm...

The next day, while he was gone, I experimented with the mirror. I used a
piece of double-sided tape to mount a small piece of folded cardboard
under the left side. Although it was risky (you could tell one side of the
mirror was slightly raised off the wall,) I decided that getting to actually
watch him jack off made it worth the risk. If he noticed the mirror, I'd
simply tell him that I'd moved it because the reflection of the windows at
night was keeping me awake. How's that for a feeble excuse? Smile.

It was a couple nights before Brian came home without having gotten laid
and, purely through blind luck, hadn't noticed the change in the mirror.
That night I had a front row seat to his solo performance! Although the
room was pretty dark, I had a perfect view when he started telling me
about the chick he'd fucked the previous night

He was laying on his bed in his underwear, and I watched his cock get
hard and rise as he casually fondled it. I was already rock hard when he
lifted his legs and pulled the underwear off, laying them beside him, then
closed a hand around his big cock and began stroking. I could see his
large, hairy balls bouncing between his legs as he pumped, and I had to
fight to keep my voice steady as I made my usual comments on his story
like... "did she really?" and, "what did you do then? "

Halfway through his adventure, he gripped his cock at the base with one
hand and began stroking the top 4 or 5 inches with the other hand. As he
continued to talk, he bent his knees and began slowly raising and lowering
his ass off the bed (like he was thrusting into a pussy.) A few minutes
later, his legs straightened and went stiff, he hunched forward on the bed
(looking down at his cock) and grunted as cum blasted across his chest.

I remained perfectly still in my bunk and watched as he pumped the cum
from his balls, then dropped back on the bed and sighed. A moment after
he finished, I quietly came in my boxers. Smile.

I continued to spy as he cleaned up, then watched his cum soaked
underwear sail across the room. My mouth was watering, thinking about
getting my hands on those briefs the next day, as he crawled under his
blankets and rolled over to doze off.

Over the next few weeks I watched him satisfy his frequent urges, quietly
jacking my cock, and realized that I had discovered voyeur heaven.

What I didn't realize is that he knew I was watching.