This is a story from December last year. Everyone involved is over the age of 19. This story will be posted in multiple parts.
If you’re new – please refer back to Part 1.
As I opened the door to the stairwell, I smelled the strong and very distinct smell of weed. Knowing that it had been a while since I smoked (since it was now coming up to 2:30am) I figured that there was someone else smoking in there. But since there was no better way to get back up to my apartment, I figured I’d just be very careful about checking and hopefully whoever it is is smoking on a floor higher than mine.
I started my walk up, checking each landing from the flight of stairs below to make sure I wasn’t about to run into anyone. The rush had my cock throbbing and leaking precum everywhere (a great snack for when you have the munchies but aren’t near your snacks btw). I made it to ground, and first, without issue, even pushed the door open on ground to check that the guard was asleep.
As I came up to the second floor, the smell was getting stronger, checked, no one there. As I stood there for a bit to catch my breath and stroke a little, I head shuffling on the metal landing above me. “Oh fuck”, I thought, “they’re right above me!”
I decided that my best chance was to wait them out, I mean how long can you possibly smoke for. So I sat there, ass against the cold metal of the landing, hoping that no one was about to walk up or out the door next to me. After about 10 minutes, I heard movement, I stood up, hoping that they were going back in. The door opened and I could hear as it swung to a soft close. “Finally!” I was getting hungry and licking precum off your fingers doesn’t do much for the growing hunger of the munchies.
I took quick but measured steps up to the third floor landing. As I got there, I sighed and started to walk at a normal pace. But as I passed the door, it opened. There, standing in front of me, was a guy I knew, clearly higher than me, but staring directly at my face. “Omg, I’m so sorry man,” he says as he steps into the stairwell, “I just wanted one more pull before bed.”
I assured him it was no problem before continuing to walk up the rest of the way. From what it seemed, thanks to the bad lighting of the stairwell and his extremely inebriated state, he hadn’t noticed my bare ass ot throbbing cock, let alone my clearly naked body.
I half ran back to my apartment, quickly closing the door behind me and finishing myself off right there at the entrance. It was absolutely nerve racking but also somehow extremely hot. I knew him in passing, and we greet each other in passing, but I’d never noticed how attractive he was, probably because he had a girlfriend that he lived with. But my main thought, sitting there on my apartment floor, covered in the huge amount of cum I’d just shot, was: “Wow, I can’t believe he didn’t notice!”
The next day, walking out the building, I passed him in the lobby, felt myself turn red as I greeted him, and he stopped, as if to have a conversation. I pulled my headphones off as he greeted me, and said: “Dude, I’m so sorry for last night in the stairwell! I should have offered you a pull but I was so high I didn’t think about it.” I replied telling him that it was cool and I’d already smoked at that point. He continued to say we should smoke together sometime, and I agreed. We said our goodbyes and left. Walking away, I still could not fathom how he was high enough to not have seen me, standing in front of him, naked, cock in hand, leaking precum.
I continued with my day still horny at the realization that I’d been caught by someone I know, excited that I’d survived it without issue, and confused by how he hadn’t seen it all. The next two weeks proved to be as eventful as that night and there’s so much more to tell.
Stay tuned for updates and comment if you like hearing about my experiences 🙂