Andy Davies knew what he was doing was wrong, but he just couldn’t resist it.

It had all started when he had been flicking through the latest copy of “Geeks & Nerds”, a monthly magazine that was packed with gadgets and gizmos when he stumbled across the wall power socket with USB charging points. It wasn’t the fact that the cool little gizmo had a pair of twin power outlets and two separate USB charging outlets, it was the fact that it had a built-in listening device. As Andy read on he learnt that each socket had a built-in sim card that could be called from a phone and then the caller could listen in to the conversation in that room.

From there it was a simple matter of convincing his mother that the integral power and USB sockets would be a great idea for guests at the small guest house they ran catering for holiday guests. Of course, he conveniently forgot to mention that there was a built-in listening device, that part of his plan she didn’t need to know. As Andy had completed an electrical installation course at college which allowed him to help his mother with practical jobs. He had also completed a basic building course along with some plumbing knowledge he had become the perfect handyman.

“You will make someone a wonderful husband,” his mother always said to him.

“First I have to find a girlfriend, “Andy would mutter under his breath as he wrestled with whatever task his mother had set him. At 21 it wasn’t that he was unattractive, it was just that he had always found it difficult to talk to anyone, let alone a member of the opposite sex. He hated the fact that he was still a virgin, but he had no way of working out how he would change that state of affairs.

Like all red-blooded males, he had needs and urges, and like many, he turned to online porn for satisfaction. As he ejaculated into a sock or a handful of tissues he had nearby he often felt a little deflated, as the models in the pictures and videos were obviously not real. He tried camming but found that although the models were advertised as real amateurs, again they were just acting for the camera. Then, not long after his 19th birthday, he found exactly what he was looking for purely by accident

Walking through the local park late at night he heard noises coming from the bushes and the high-pitched giggle from a girl followed by squeals of protest. With the utmost care, he slipped into the bushes following his ears until he came across the dark humps of what were clearly two people on the ground. At that moment the clouds parted and the moon shone down illuminating the semi-naked couple perfectly. The girl had her white blouse open with her small white bra pushed up to reveal her small but perfect breasts. Her skirt had been pushed up to her waist, and from the angle Andy was looking he could see that the man had his hand between her legs, and by the way his arm was moving he was fingering her.

“Oh Robbie stop,” the girl panted although from the sound of her voice it was only a half-hearted appeal.

Robbie said nothing, but Andy could see he was fishing in the back pocket of his jeans for the foil packet of a condom.

“You said once you were 18 we could go all the way,” Robbie said as he pulled the foil open with his teeth. “Your birthday was last week, so it’s time.”

With that, he rolled onto his back and Andy watched open-mouthed as he rolled the condom over his hard cock before returning to the position between his girlfriend’s thighs.

“You promise you won’t tell anyone?” the girl said, knowing that her moment had come.

“Of course not Tracy, you can trust me,” Robbie said, concentrating more on getting himself into position than anything else. He was finally about to nail this prick teaser, “The guys down the pub will love this story,” he thought to himself as he hoisted Tracy’s legs up and apart.

Andy watched the scene breathlessly, his cock straining in his jogging pants, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything in his half-crouched position.

As the girl squealed loudly Andy listened to her virginity vanishing in front of his eyes. The man drove in and out in a steady fashion, and by the way he was moving Andy guessed he wasn’t going to last long. Sure enough, letting out a loud cry the man jerked his hips forward as he shot his load into the condom that was buried in the woman. Andy was sure his cock would burst and wanted desperately to free his raging member, but was scared he would be discovered if he made a sound.

The couple had disentangled themselves and were dressing.

“That was great Robbie,” the girl cooed, “You are my first, you are the best.”

“Yeah you were pretty good,” Robbie grunted as he peeled off the used condom and flicked it into the bushes, narrowly missing the spot where Andy was concealed. As the couple moved away Andy looked at the condom hanging from the branch, the contents slowly dripping out, and once he was happy the coast was clear he stood up and pushed his joggers and pants to his ankles in one movement. His cock jutted out like a tentpole, and Andy grasped it and closed his eyes as he relived the scene he had just witnessed. Forming his hand into a tunnel, with one next to the other, leaving just the head of his cock sticking out Andy started to move his hips in a fucking movement. This caused friction on the head each time he pulled back, and Andy cursed that he hadn’t bought any lotion to make his passage slicker through his hands.

Within a few minutes Andy felt his balls tighten, and biting his lip, still fearful of being caught, he shot his load onto the same bush as the dripping condom, his seed now competing to form a puddle in the grass. Pulling up his pants and joggers he took one last look around the clearing and spotted the girl’s discarded underwear. Grabbing it he stuffed it in his pocket and rushed home, looking forward to a longer and more relaxed masturbation session in his room.

Andy watched the couple who had just checked in climb the stairs to room 2 and knew almost for certain that these pair were having an affair. The insistence on paying in cash with the excuse they had both forgotten their cards didn’t fool him one bit. That the names in the register were Mr & Mrs Smith were another obvious pointer, and Andy had little doubt that the address they had given was probably fictitious or not theirs at the very least. The final confirmation, if it was even needed, was the lack of luggage, explained away with a mumbled: “just stopping for an overnight rest.”

Looking at the clock, Andy knew that no other guests would be in that night, so slipping the night latch on he retired to his room that was in the attic of the house reached by a separate set of stairs from the old servant’s quarters. His mother had already retired to her basement room that was just off from the kitchen where she would rise early to make breakfast for the four couples they had staying.

The house was once a country residence of a long-dead landed gentleman and had been lovingly restored by Andy’s father before he died when Andy was still a teenager. The ground floor had a large reception room for a guest lounge and an equally large dining room where the guests could enjoy their breakfast overlooking the gardens. The basement was the kitchen and storage, along with his mother’s room, which had a discrete separate entrance. The next two floors had four rooms each that consisted of massive bedrooms with high ceilings and sumptuous old-fashioned bathrooms. Finally, in the eves of the house were the old servant’s quarters which was where Andy slept in one of the rooms.