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the back of them and crept down to the furthest one—the one he’d seen Dr. Coyle enter with his boy toy.
    He bit his lip to keep from gasping when he passed the small window. No curtain. He was treated to an unhindered view of the goings on inside. Ben, w hat are you doing, you perv? He told himself to walk away. This wasn’t his style, spying like a creeper. But he couldn’t look away, nailed to the ground where he stood.
    Dr. Coyle was sprawled back on a reclined lounge chair, legs spread, bare feet brushing the floor on either side. The back and buttocks of the blond boy were visible, his head bobbing up and down on the professor’s cock. Coyle’s mouth was set in a grimace, teeth clenched as his fingers gripped blond hair, thrusting his hips up into the boy’s mouth. Ben’s cock swelled painfully, his breath quickening. He couldn’t believe he was looking at the same stuffy man he’d watched lecture about Dickens and Steinbeck all semester, the same man who’d eyed him condescendingly in his office earlier that day, looking so refined and superior.
    He glanced around nervously. He stood in the dark shadow of the cabana, and was reasonably sure no one could see him, so he allowed himself another peek. Breathing heavily, he studied Coyle’s body. He definitely worked out. His stomach was flat, cut muscles visible as his ribcage shifted with each breath. His chest wasn’t overly developed but his pectorals looked firm. Biceps popped as he kneaded the boy’s head, and his lower arms were tanned and taut, a dusting of dark hair stopping just above his wrists. The professor’s brow was dewy with sweat, damp dark hair drying in short ringlets around his neck as he pumped himself into the boy’s eager mouth.
    “So you like to watch.”
    Ben whirled around, nearly losing his footing, and saw Wayne the military dude standing behind him in the shadows. Humiliation coursed through him, sobering his arousal. He didn’t know what to say.
    Wayne moved toward him, and Ben could make out his white teeth gleaming with a grin. “It’s okay,” he said. “I won’t tell.” He put a hand on Ben’s shoulder as he gingerly peeked in the window.
    “I was just bored,” Ben whispered. “I don’t...I mean I’m not...”
    “It’s okay ,” Wayne whispered, squeezing his shoulder. “I can see what’s got you so fascinated. Do you know them?”
    Ben swallowed hard. “One of them is...”
    “What?” Wayne asked, his voice soft. “An ex-boyfriend? No shame in that, my friend. I’ve spied on an ex or two in my time.”
    Ben shook his head. “No. One of them is...my teacher.” He winced.
    Wayne went still, raising his eyebrows, then glanced through the window again. “I see.” He grinned back at Ben. “I take it you mean the one on the receiving end.”
    Ben nodded.
    Wayne watched through the window for nearly a minute, then turned to face Ben. “And do you like what you see?”
    Ben’s face heated again, but this time his humiliation was ebbing, replaced with a sense of danger, his erection springing back to life. “I guess I do.”
    Wayne approached him, stepping up until their faces were close enough for a kiss. “Then keep watching,” he said, and dropped to his knees.
    Ben sucked his breath in when he felt Wayne unzip his pants, tugging them down over his hips. “No,” he whispered. “Don’t, Wayne, you don’t have to—”
    “Shhh.” Wayne looked up at him, fingers gripping Ben’s cock. “You know you need it. Let me give it to you.”
    Ben nodded, panting as Wayne took him into his mouth, wet tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Wayne’s mouth drew back and he looked up at him again. He pointed to the cabana window. “Watch,” he commanded.
    Ben’s legs felt about to give out, his stomach tightening at the forceful tone of Wayne’s voice. Wayne palmed his cock again. His eyes shifted up to Ben, reflective in the moonlight, and he quickly tore open a condom and rolled it onto