Chapter 206 - 205 : Both Got Caught

Chapter 206: Chapter 205 : Both Got Caught

The apartment door clicked shut behind Haruto. The small key turned with a soft metallic sound, the same sound he had heard a thousand times before. He stood in the tiny entranceway for a second, the plastic bag from the convenience store swinging lightly in his hand. The cool evening air from outside still clung to his school uniform, but inside the apartment it was already warm and stuffy.

He didn’t turn on the lights. The only illumination came from the faint streetlight that filtered through the half-open curtains of the living room. He walked straight to the room, the small space feeling even smaller now.

He set the bag on the tiny counter, then pulled out one of the five packets of condoms. The plastic was cool and slightly slippery. He tore it open with his teeth, the loud crinkle echoing in the quiet room. Inside were three thin, white condoms — each one wrapped in its own individual sleeve.

His hands were slightly trembling.

He pulled out the first condom and stared at it.

It was smooth. Almost too smooth. The thin latex felt cool and silky against his fingers, like it had been oiled. He turned it over. There was a tiny drop of clear liquid on the inside — lubricant. He didn’t know that condoms came pre-lubed. The realization made his face heat up.

They put lube inside too...

He felt both horny and strangely relieved. At least it would make it easier. No more trying to squeeze everything out.

Haruto held the condom up to the light, watching the faint outline of the head and the thin shaft. It was smaller than his own cock, but not much smaller. He had seen them in porn. He had never actually worn one before.

He took a deep breath.

Slowly, carefully, he started to unroll it.

He pinched the tip with his thumb and forefinger, rolling it down the head of his cock. The latex was tight at first, stretching around the bulbous head with a soft, rubbery resistance. The smell hit him — faint, slightly sweet and chemical, like a mix of plastic and something faintly floral. It wasn’t disgusting. It was almost pleasant. The smoothness was overwhelming. The condom felt like a second skin, cool and silky, gliding over his skin with perfect control.

He rolled it down further, the head disappearing inside, the shaft following in a smooth, continuous motion. The latex felt warm now, stretching tightly around his girth. He could feel every vein, every curve of his cock through the thin material. The sensation was strange, intimate, and strangely erotic.

When he reached the base, he pinched the remaining air out and tied a small knot. The condom was now perfectly in place. It felt secure. Tight. Real.

He stood in front of the small mirror, staring at himself.

The boy looking back at him was nervous.

His mind were horny. His eyes were wide. His cock was already half-hard, the latex stretching perfectly over the thick shaft. The condom felt cool against his hot skin. The smell was faint but noticeable — clean, slightly sweet, like a new toy.

Haruto swallowed hard.

This was the first time he wear a condom.

No more tissue. No more mess. No more ruined futons.

Just smooth, slippery latex.

He looked down at the condom again, the clear fluid still visible on the tip, and felt his heart race.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind Haruto. The small room was dark except for the faint blue light of his phone screen. He stood in front of the cracked mirror, staring at the white condom stretched tight over his cock.

It looked perfect.

Smooth. Tight. Completely sealed.

Haruto swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

He was going to do it with his hand.

No more tissue. No more mess. No more ruined futon.

Just him, his cock, and the thin latex that would keep everything clean and real.

He positioned the condom-wrapped cock in front of the sink. The cool tile felt against his bare feet. He wrapped his hand around the base — not too tight, not too loose — and started to stroke.

The sensation was completely different from the tissue.

The condom was smooth, cool, and silky. The latex felt like a second skin. It slid over his cock with perfect control, gliding over every vein and ridge. The pre-cum already beaded at the tip and mixed with the thin layer of lubricant, making the entire shaft wet and glossy.

Haruto’s eyes were half-lidded. The blue light from his phone cast soft shadows across his face. He started slow — just like he used to do with tissue — but the smoothness of the condom made him moan softly.

"Fuuuuck..."

The feeling was addictive.

He stroked faster. The condom stretched and snapped back with every movement. The head of his cock bumped against his palm, then slid back down the slick shaft. The sound was wet and obscene — soft, rhythmic, almost hypnotic.

He could feel the orgasm building already.

His balls tightened. His hips jerked forward. The condom felt so real. So perfect. The thin latex hugged every inch of him like it was made for him.

He leaned against the sink, one hand braced on the edge, the other stroking faster. The blue light from his phone kept flashing softly in the mirror — the same light he used to use when he was alone.

He was close.

So close.

His breathing turned ragged. His cock throbbed violently inside the condom. The veins stood out even clearer through the thin latex.

Then he came.

It was intense.

Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted inside the condom — powerful, heavy, and endless. The latex stretched and swelled as the cum filled it from the inside. Haruto’s hand kept moving through the orgasm, milking every last drop, watching the white fluid build up behind the thin membrane.

When it was finally over, he stayed there, panting, staring at the condom.

It was full.

Completely full.

Thick, cloudy white cum pressed against the inside of the latex, the knot at the base holding everything inside. The head was still leaking a few final drops.

He looked down at his cock, now soft and glistening under the thin white membrane.

The sensation had been perfect.

Real.

Intimate.

He slowly pulled the condom off.

The latex stretched and peeled away from his cock with a soft, wet sound. When it came free, a heavy glob of cum slid out of the tip and landed on the sink with a soft splash. The rest of the load oozed out in thick, slow ropes, running down the shaft and dripping onto the floor.

Haruto stood there, breathing hard, staring at the condom.

It was beautiful.

It was clean.

It was real.

He held the used condom up to the light, watching the thick white fluid inside it, and felt something shift inside his chest.

Tomorrow he would buy the pocket pussy.

Tomorrow he would try something even more real.

But tonight... tonight he had felt something new.

Something that felt like the real thing.

The bathroom light clicked off.

Haruto stood in the tiny dark room, staring down at the used condom in his hand. It was heavy, warm, and strangely obscene — the thin white latex stretched tight, the head bulbous and the shaft swollen with his own thick cum. The smell was faint but unmistakable, a mix of latex, his release, and the faint floral scent of the pre-lubed type he had bought.

He felt a strange mix of satisfaction.

This was the first time he had worn a real condom. No more tissue. No more leaking futons. No more hiding in the bathroom like a criminal. Just him, his cock, and the smooth, cool latex that had felt so damn good while he stroked.

He took one last look at the condom, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

The apartment was completely dark except for the faint blue glow from the laptop that was still sitting on the table. He walked straight to the balcony door, pushed it open, and stepped out into the cool night air.

The balcony was small but perfect.

He had set up a small plastic trash bin right there — the kind for garden waste. It was new, clean, and smelled faintly of plastic. He stood in the middle of the narrow wooden platform, completely naked, his soft cock resting heavy and slightly damp between his thighs. The night wind was cold against his skin, raising goosebumps on his arms and chest.

He looked across the narrow gap.

The neighboring balcony was only about few centimeters away. The apartment next door was dark — no lights on, no movement. Haruto figured no one was there. It was past evening. The woman, Jennifer, had probably in her work.

He felt safe.

He felt calm.

He stepped forward and reached into his trash bin, tilting it so the opening faced the gap between the balconies.

He is about to drop the condom.

That was when the light came on.

It wasn’t a streetlight.

It wasn’t the neighbor’s balcony light.

It was a single, bright, white LED spotlight that suddenly switched on directly above him.

Haruto froze.

The beam hit him like a spotlight on stage — harsh, cold, and completely exposing.

He looked up.

And he saw her.

Jennifer.

She stood on her own narrow balcony, only a few meters away, completely naked. Her long brown hair was still slightly damp from the shower. Her body was beautiful and soft in the harsh white light — heavy breasts with dark nipples, a flat stomach, and thick thighs. She was holding the remote for the light in one hand, her eyes wide with shock.

Haruto’s heart slammed against his ribs.

The condom was still in his hand.

He had just dropped it into the trash bin between their balconies.

The light was pointing straight at him.

Naked.

Holding a used condom.

Jennifer’s mouth fell open.

The silence was deafening.

The wind blew colder.

The light stayed on, freezing Haruto in place like a deer in headlights.