Peeping on campus sex experiences

Let me share some of the sordid experiences of my life, all true. After reading this, you might think the gap between us is too vast and you won't want to associate with me.

I majored in Computer Science in college, and you could say I spent almost every day of my university years playing games all night. Back then, computers weren't as common as they are now; many students in a dorm might not even have one computer. I didn't have one until my senior year; I spent all my time in internet cafes.

At that time, my internet use was mostly for gaming. I knew about porn, and occasionally saw others watching it in internet cafes, but I never dared to openly watch it there. I mostly played games, like Legend of Mir and Fantasy Westward Journey.

During my junior year, on the Mid-Autumn Festival—which wasn't a public holiday back then, but fell on a weekend—many internet cafes had promotions. I sat there all day, and around 9 pm, I wanted to go back for another all-nighter. When I took off my headphones, I suddenly experienced tinnitus and felt dizzy.

Perhaps it was because I'd been online too long, and hadn't slept well for several nights in a row, and the sleep I'd caught during the day wasn't enough, so I gave up on the idea of staying up all night. I turned off the game, canceled my internet cafe membership, and rushed back to school.

The school wasn't far from the internet cafe, but it was a long walk from the main gate. To get back to school, I usually followed the path along the riverbank, past the school's artificial hill, and climbed over the fence to enter the campus. This saved a lot of distance, and many students did it this way, so over time it became a well-established path.

To prevent people from climbing over it, the school had put up barbed wire fencing, but we still managed to tear a large opening in the lower fence, enough to squeeze through.

That night, I passed by here again. It was Mid-Autumn Festival that night, and the moonlight was bright. Back then, there was no concept of smog, and the entire artificial hill was illuminated so brightly. As I was about to walk along the familiar path, I saw a familiar person in the bushes of the artificial hill, on a large rock where students often sat. It was a girl from my class. I knew her. To be honest, I liked her; to be precise, I had a crush on her.

Back then, I didn't even know how to masturbate; I was a complete virgin. Everyone in my class was a bit older than me, and this girl was two years older. At that time, besides playing games, I almost never dared to date, yet I had a crush on someone. Seeing her now, though still exciting, was a strange twist of fate. Things in this world always seem absurd, sometimes even unexpected. But that's just destiny.

There was someone else with her, a man I didn't recognize, probably also a student—I later found out he was an accounting major.

I saw the girl I liked. At that time, I didn't have the concept of a goddess, but I was still incredibly excited. Although she always seemed indifferent when I tried to talk to her in class, and although I later told her I liked her, that was all in the future—it happened after we never met or contacted each other.

I stopped and looked at them. They didn't notice me. I saw them kissing, and I felt a surge of excitement, a real excitement. I didn't dare rush in and disturb them, yet I wanted to secretly watch them. I leaned against the vine-covered bushes, quietly observing them. The boy was touching the girl.

I couldn't contain myself any longer. I took a detour, getting closer to them. I could almost hear them talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. This place was rumored to be a dating spot, and they probably knew that, but they never imagined someone would be spying on them, because they were in such a hurry.

The boy was pulling her clothes inside out; he was probably sucking on her nipples. My classmate, with long hair, was wrapped around the man's shoulders, her long hair cascading down his back.

The boy's hand moved downwards, exploring, touching, touching the girl I liked. The girl was tense; she huddled even tighter, almost trying to pull the man into her arms.

I just watched, and I got aroused. I could feel a part of my body growing and moving.

The boy told the girl to squat down, and they both squatted down. They were very close together, and suddenly the boy circled halfway around the girl. I saw a bright white light—it was the girl's buttocks.

The girl was squatting, leaning forward. I didn't know if she was kneeling, but I could see her bare buttocks sticking out.

I couldn't hold back anymore. My penis was getting harder, painfully hard, yet strangely pleasurable. I was at a loss, reaching out to grasp my penis, afraid something might happen, that it would slip down.

The boy unzipped his pants. I still couldn't see his penis clearly, but I could feel him thrusting it against my classmate's buttocks. I almost heard moans, though at that time I didn't fully understand what moans meant.

I just watched, my penis getting harder and harder, painfully throbbing. I realized they were actually having sex, having sex with my classmate, a girl I liked. More accurately, I was spying on the girl I had a crush on being fucked by a man.

Unconsciously, I suddenly felt something spurt out of my genitals. I use the word "spurt" to describe it because it felt even more intense than ejaculating after I learned to have sex and have sex with women later. So I feel that my first time was an outburst.

That feeling is something I desperately try to recall years later when I'm having sex with women, sometimes feeling unsatisfied after ejaculation, or when I'm exhausted after multiple encounters, to regain my strength.

They were still having sex, although they didn't last very long, but it felt like a very long time. I was exhausted, and I wanted to leave. I reached into my pants and felt my semen, sticky and plentiful.

I tried to scrape the semen off my pants as much as possible to make myself feel less wet and more comfortable. When I pulled my hand out, I couldn't see the color of the semen; it looked like snot.

I looked up at my classmates who were still passionately having sex. I didn't know how to clean my hands, so I saw a tree nearby, rubbed my hands against the trunk to remove some of the liquid, and quickly left, crossing the fence and returning to my campus.

I fled in cowardice, and afterwards I felt utterly despicable. I looked up at the moon; a wisp of cloud drifted across it, then quickly disappeared. The moonlight remained as bright as ever, seeping into my eyes.

I've always remembered that incident. The girl I liked naturally wouldn't develop a relationship with me, and we lost contact afterward. I just felt that even if I had a woman I liked that night, if she had treated me the way she did...

I think that's a rare and precious kind of love. But reality is like that; fate doesn't give you any chance. Only the unchanging moonlight, still faintly shy, seems to remind me of the first time I gave myself to the moon.

[The End]

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