Disappearing Act: Part 2/2

Check yesterday's post for the intro to this story!

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I quickly walked back into the gym and sped into the empty bathroom. I hurriedly stripped out of my clothes and just stuffed them behind the cleanest toilet I saw before disappearing. After years of doing it, I could turn it on and off like a light. I heard someone walking in and sped out of the closing door behind them. Down the hall, I walked into the locker room and waited.

The rowing team should be ending their meeting any minute now, and I knew that Chad, the team captain, always worked out right afterwards. And like clockwork, I smelled his cologne as he walked through the door. I quietly sneaked behind him and watched as he laid down his gym bag on the last row of benches. He was dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but he just carried them so well. I sat on the bench beside him with baited breath as he slipped his shirt over his head and started unzipping his pants. He had a taut six pack under a shaved chest, and his arms looked even bigger without a shirt covering them. As he slid his jeans down, I could still tell how muscular his thighs were even in those loose boxers. I willed him to strip those off too, but he just pulled on a pair of gym shorts over them and slipped on a tank. He quickly walked out of the locker room, and I was left there alone again.

I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t done this before, and for the next thirty minutes, I just walked around the locker room, watching men undress and shower all for me.

Over the next few years, I would drift around whenever I could and then immediately masturbate once I got back to my dorm.

In my last semester of college, I moved off campus, and I didn’t go to the gym as often. But that was okay because I already had someone new to lust after- my economics professor. He was a semi-professional cyclist on the weekends, and he was the sexiest man that I’d ever seen in his fifties… or any age for that matter. He was a bulky man who perfectly filled out the tight slacks and button-up shirts that he always had rolled up over his powerful forearms.

I didn’t even realize I was doing it, but I kept discretely following him around after class to just see what he did. And that’s when I noticed that every Tuesday and Thursday, he walked into his office at 4:00 and then back out at 4:15 already dressed in his gym clothes to ride his bike home. I needed to be inside that office one of these days.

About two weeks later, I had my chance. I had tried on Tuesday, but I couldn’t make it into the office behind him fast enough, so I was left naked and invisible in the lobby. But on Thursday, I got there early and waited. His secretary walked by with a stack of papers for him, and I walked in behind her. I sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk and felt the cool leather on my bare ass.

About ten minutes later, he came walking in, closing and locking the door behind him. He seemed to fill up the whole space as he dropped his bag by the door, loosened his tie, and came to sit behind his desk. As he checked his emails, he absentmindedly began stroking his jaw as he stared at his screen. Even now, I still got a rush every time that I get to see people like this- how they act when they are totally alone.

Finally, the moment that I’d been waiting for was here as he stood up and grabbed his gym bag. He pulled out a pair of cycling shoes, a tiny pair of shorts and matching lycra top, and a pair of green compression shorts. He whistled to himself as he pulled off his tie and slowly began to unbutton his baby blue dress shirt. As his chest was revealed, I saw that he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. His broad chest was covered in dark chest hair against his creamy white skin. He had juicy pecs that made me want to jump over the desk and put my mouth on them. He had a flat chest below that, but my attention was already further south as he began to undo his belt.

It was like he was teasing me now as he sat back down to pull off his shoes and socks and place them in the bag, followed by his shirt. But finally, he undid the button on his pants, pulled down the zipper, and let them fall to the floor. His legs looked as powerful as his chest, and again, I resisted the urge to try and mount him right here. My hands were already beginning to stroke my half-hard cock, and I was getting more erect by the second.

He was wearing a loose pair of white, Calvin Klein briefs that were riding a little low on his hips. They were loose in the leg, and I knew it was because the elastic was falling apart from stretching across his tree trunk thighs all day. Right as he was about to push them to the floor, his office phone rang, and he sat back down to pick it up.

I sat there, stroking myself off, as I watched him casually discuss a meeting while sitting in nothing but his skivvies. I got such a thrill realizing that the caller on the other ed had no idea that he was talking to a nearly naked man.

I kept watching him absentmindedly swiveling in his chair, back and forth, when I noticed something going wrong. As I looked down, I saw the faintest shimmering coming from my lap, and I saw my thighs beginning to appear in front of me. I looked around and saw a patch of my arm as well, and I knew that I needed to do something.

He was thankfully turned around, so I ducked to the floor and tried to sneak behind his desk to hide until he left. But as I crawled over, now almost fully visible again, my foot hooked on a cord and his pencil sharpener clattered to the floor behind me. Fuck.

Hang on mate, I’ll get back to you tomorrow- something just came up on my end.

I heard the phone click back on the receiver. I tried to will myself invisible again, but it was no use.

Nice ass, mate.

I looked behind me and saw him standing there, staring at me, crouched down with my naked ass in the air.

Get the fuck out from behind there before I call the cops. I stood up in front of him, trying to cover my crotch, but it was no use. Luckily, he didn’t seem to recognize me, and I was so grateful for having his class in a packed lecture hall. I’ve had peeping toms before but never like this. Explain yourself.

I stood silently before a lie somehow bubbled to my lips. I told him that this was a fraternity hazing ritual, and I hoped he would just let me go. He just leaned back against his desk and smirked, completely unbothered that he was still wearing only a pair of briefs that showed off his bulge.

No can do, sport. You seem to be enjoying yourself way too much for this to be simple hazing. Let me see what you’re packing.

Reluctantly, I moved my hands and completely exposed my fully erect cock to him as it leaked precum onto his carpet. I had been naked in public hundreds of times before, but this was the first time that anyone had ever seen me.

Now, here’s what we’re going to do. My door is already locked, my secretary just left for the day, and I’m horny. The second option involves campus police. What’ll it be?

I whispered out, Option 1, and a huge smirk spread across his face.

Good, once I saw that tight hole of yours pointed in the air, I knew that I needed to fuck it. Now, come claim your prize.

I strode forward and cupped his bulge in my hands through the fabric. I felt his thick cock through the thin fabric, and I was already shaking thinking about it filling my ass.

Huh, maybe I needed to be visible more often.