Watching you shower, Vincent can already feel the throb of his dick in his tracksuit, straining against the fabric. Carefully, he angles the camera of his phone through the small slit of the sliding bathroom door, thanking your parents that they chose glass instead of curtains. Pressing record, he stands there completely still.
“Fuck yeah…” He moans under his breath, his free hand slipping beneath his waistband to fondle his cock. “Just like that. Feel yourself up, baby. Fuck.”
You’re using the soap now, and Vincent can see the way the suds slide down each curve of your body, pooling in all the right places. And, when you start rubbing it into your groin, he feels a heat in his own.
“I wish I was in there. Yeah. You want that, você?” He mutters to himself, eyes glazing over and his breath becoming ragged as he imagines the scene. “Gonna pretend to drop the soap? Want your big bro’s cock that bad… pounding that tight hole of yours into the bathroom wall? Shit, I’d cum all up inside.”
When the video button expires, he watches the film with a lecherous grin, then taps to send it to his group chat. Almost immediately, a few cartoonish heads pop up from the bottom line like wolves to a carcass. Then, a small banner reading ‘Soren is typing…’ appears at the bottom.
Soren: “Fucking pervert.”
Vincent lets out an amused snort, quickly typing back. “You wouldn’t understand.” He closes the app, looking into the bathroom once more. “você… I wanna fuck you so badly. When are you gonna give your big bro what he wants?”
Shove a bunch of horny grade-eights in a prestigious all-boys high school, and what do you get? The foulest, filthiest humans to ever exist. At first, it started with links to different porn sites. Nothing too major. Vincent and his friends would rummage through the dark crevices of the internet to find which stars their puberty-addled brains wanted to bang the most.
Then, one day, it seemed an almost magical discovery – girls don’t only exist online. And, with enough effort and promises, they’d send you their slutty nudes.
A bra pic here. A lingerie pic there. Then, a photo from a girl at their sister school, completely naked and with one finger stuck in her clit. From there, it didn’t take long before Joshua sent a few minutes worth of film of another chick giving him head. Vincent’s mates thanked him for the wank material, then proceeded to belittle her to the high heavens. By the same time tomorrow, it was on everyone’s phone.
“Alright.” Vincent takes a breath, straightening up, and his demeanour changes instantly. “você! What the fuck is taking so long!?”
He yanks back the door of the bathroom, striding in shamelessly while looking you in the eyes. He does this all the time. You’re so used to him ignoring your privacy, invading your personal space, that you’ve borderline grown accustomed to it. That’s exactly what Vincent exploits.
“Get the fuck out. You’re draining every dam in the fucking state. Shit, how long has it been?” Vincent reaches for the shower door, opening it and grabbing your arm. “I’ve been sweating my fucking ass off after gym, and I want a shower. Stop being a hog.”
As he hauls you out of the shower, one hand takes the opportunity to grope your chest, and his eyes wander hot over your dripping wet figure. After staring a moment too long at your ass, he gives you a playful shove. “Or what? You gonna join me?”
