I cloned my neighbors house key so I could break in and use his gaming system when he wasn’t home

I’m in my early 30s and I still live with my parents. I don’t work. I play online video games a lot. My parents won’t buy me a gaming system so I have to go to other peoples houses to play their systems. My next door neighbor got a really expensive gaming system for his birthday a few months ago. It’s the same one I’ve always wanted. <br><br>We are okay friends but I know he won’t let me come over to play it. He is very possessive about it. He won’t even let his sister use it so I know he won’t let me. For the past few months I’ve been digging through his trash and collecting any receipts he throws away. I finally found the store receipt. It had a code on the bottom and some quick google research led me to a key making website. I paid $17 to have a universal house key cloned. I got it in the mail a few days later. <br><br>I tested it on my moms front door and it worked great. It was hard to believe how easy it was. I didn’t use it for a few days but it finally snowballed into me deciding to use it on his front door. <br><br>All I was planning on doing was to break in his house when he was at school and steal a few hours of gaming during the day. I planned on leaving the house exactly how it was. Nothing else but the gaming and I’m out. <br><br>I broke in his house over 50 times during the span of 5 months. I found lots of cool things. I stole a few things but nothing too valuable. It was more of a joke to him. I’d move things around. Switch the salt and sugar in the kitchen. I’d Flush their toilet and clog it. I’d pull the tiniest pricks of hair from his sisters hairbrush and leave them in his room. I’d unplug Gaming controllers and leave it under his bed. I arranged his kitchen utensil drawer in alphabetical order. Little things like that. I think he probably started to go crazy. <br><br>I always made sure to get out before he got home from school. I never ran in to him once. <br><br>I actually only got to use his gaming system once. It was during Covid when they were both doing from home schooling. I had to hold off breaking in for almost a year. When I finally did I found his gaming setup had been disassembled and moved into his garage. It was completely gutted. I found out later he traded it in for a new one and was waiting on some shit to come in the mail. <br><br>So instead of gaming I decided to take a snooping around his room for anything cool. His desk drawers were locked but I found his small key on a necklace under his bed. The key worked and I found some porn magazines and a small knife. It was a cheap spring loaded knife that you can buy that the gas station. Nothing crazy but I decided I didn’t want to leave any finger prints so I put the knife in my pocket and used it to open anything I didn’t want to touch. <br><br>That’s when I opened his closet. His sisters school uniform was hung up. He had the skirt and a white button down shirt. I didn’t think much of it until I found a pair of underwear with blood stains on them. I knew right away that it was his sisters period blood. <br><br>That’s when it hit me. He was wearing her uniform. I didn’t think to much of it until I found a pair of her underwear at the bottom of his closet. They looked like new but they had brown shit streaks down them. That’s all kinds of weird. I remember pulling the waist band to get a better look at the stain and that’s when a small corn kernel fell out. I laughed out loud. I couldn’t believe this. He was fucking himself with a corn. I kept shifting through his closet for more and I found more pairs of her underwear with different types of spills and stains in them. <br><br>Then the smell hit me. His closet smelled like corn and beans. I started looking around and found tins of Pringles and like 6 empty cans of baked beans at the bottom of his Closet. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know how to feel. I was bored and decided to take a couple pairs home. I had a feeling he’d probably throw them away. <br><br>I read the tags on the underwear. They were much too big for him so I knew they were his sisters. When I got home I smelled them. They smelled like corn and beans too. I didn’t wipe them clean and I wore them for three days straight. I couldn’t stop jerking off with them on. <br><br>I broke in his house 5 more times after that. Sometimes I’d wear the underwear and sometimes I wouldn’t. I’d always finish my gaming sessions by jerking off into his sisters underwear while in his bed. It was the weirdest but most pleasurable feeling. Every time I stopped feeling guiltier and guiltier. <br><br>I knew I had to stop. However the last time I broke in his house something weird happened. Usually I’d game for a few hours and then jerk off and leave. There’s a private patio outside his bedroom window that leads to his front door. The first time I broke in his house I forgot to unlock the front door before leaving so when I went to his bedroom to unlock the window I saw he had left his computer open on his bed. He probably got called away and forgot about it. I wasn’t gonna pass up an opportunity to snoop so I started looking through his computer. <br><br>The first thing that popped up was his Microsoft outlook email inbox. I scrolled through the topics of unsent emails. They were all pretty normal and boring until I came across a thread with the topic “Yeah I still fuck myself with beans. And I still eat them. And I still drink the water I shit in.” <br><br>I sat there in his bed for two hours reading through that thread from beginning to end. <br><br>Yeah. This dude was fuckin himself with beans. Unsweetened black beans. I was floored. I couldn’t believe it. It was the weirdest thing I’d ever heard of. However for some reason it was the most interesting thing I’d ever heard. I read through hundreds of comments. I found his bean fucking posts mixed in between regular posts about normal teenage school shit. <br><br>I thought I’d never break in his house again. I was too obsessed with reading all his bean fucking posts on his Microsoft outlook email thread. <br><br>I couldn’t stop thinking about his bean fucking. I couldn’t stop thinking about him in his closet surrounded by tins of Pringles and empty cans of beans. I couldn’t stop thinking about him using tinned prongles to fuck himself with. I couldn’t stop thinking about him eating black beans still warm from his ass. I couldn’t stop thinking about him drinking the water he shits in. <br><br>I couldn’t stop thinking about asking him if I could try. I couldn’t stop thinking about asking him if we could do it together. I couldn’t stop thinking about asking him if he wanted to eat the beans from my ass. <br><br>That’s why I broke in his house 5 more times. Every time I broke in all I could think about was his bean fucking. I wanted him bad. I was obsessed. <br><br>I knew I had to stop. I couldn’t stop thinking about asking him to let me try. I knew that would be weird. We weren’t gay. I wasn’t gay. But I knew I had to stop. I planned on never breaking in his house again. I deleted his outlook thread from my browser history and moved on with my life. <br><br>The next day I found his house key in my gym shorts pocket. I must have forgot about it when I did laundry. <br><br>I couldn’t stop thinking about breaking in his house again. All I could think about was breaking in his house again and asking him if I could try. He was gonna be at school. It was no big deal. I broke in his house 50 something times and nothing ever happened. <br><br>I broke back in his house and I was determined to ask him if I could try. I would just explain that I wanted to ask him something and that I couldn’t miss out on the opportunity in case it never presented itself again. That’s what I told myself. <br><br>I broke in his house and his gaming system was in the living room. He was sitting on the couch with ear buds in playing games on his new system. I couldn’t believe it. I thought he was gonna be at school. I froze. <br><br>I watched him play games instead of announcing myself. Watching him play games was the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. I felt like I was violating him. It was wrong but I couldn’t leave. <br><br>After an hour he got hungry. I followed him into the kitchen. I saw him from behind. I always saw him from the side. Seeing him from behind felt completely different. He looked a lot different. I felt different. I felt wrong. Watching him from behind felt more intimate than watching him from the side. I couldn’t explain it. <br><br>I couldn’t leave. I didn’t want to leave. I thought his kitchen would be a much better place to ask him if I could try if I ever got the opportunity. <br><br>I knew I had to stop. I couldn’t keep breaking in his house. I probably couldn’t pull off asking him if I could try. So I left. I silently turned around and quietly left out his front door. <br><br>He never noticed me. I knew that was the last time. I was gonna stop. <br><br>I couldn’t stop thinking about watching him from behind in the kitchen. It was all I could think about now. I couldn