He's on the first floor, I'm on the second, and it was his kitchen, but basically, yes. I apologised and bought him chocolate and beer (I would have got him a card, but as it turns out, nobody makes a "sorry I busted into your house and saw your penis" card) so I think that makes up for it, though.

For a skinny eighteen year old? Impressive. Probably even more so if you consider that there may have been embarrasment-shrinkage occuring.