I just had to get in on the act, in my own hidden way. I scrambled my fly open and dug around in my briefs for my dick. It was and it wasn’t hard to find; I was poling up and out, pumped with pure pleasure pressure. I gripped my almost fully erect cock and quickly stroked the last couple of inches of arousal into the joystick. Staring at Chris waxing his cock and mauling his balls.
I bit my lip, beating off slow and sure like my hero. But while he was focused on the hardcore actors on-screen, I was focused on the homoerotic star of the show. His chest was pumped, pecs clutched, lean muscles on his arms clenching, slender legs stretching out with cute little curvy soles showing, edible toes twitching. Fuck, but I wanted to tear into his luscious nipples with my teeth and tongue all around his toes and feel up his chest and legs. But most and excitedly of all, I wanted to replace his polishing and pulling hands with mine on his beautiful cock and boisterous balls. And vice versa on my own throbbing prick and boiling nuts.
Precome shone in my slit, my fist flying up and down, other hand tugging on my fuzzy sack. I was ready and willing and more than able to blow right then and there, watching Chris jack and jerk. And I was about to shower his door and carpet with my spunky applause at his one-man, two-hand show. But then he suddenly gave his head a shake and released his tools of delight, jumped off the bed and shut down the scene on his computer. Like he just remembered he had a guest coming over.
I stumbled backwards away from the door, and almost fell on my ass in my haste to tuck and zip. This time it took, like, five minutes of back-to-the-man attitude, before I could get my cock and self safely under control and underinflated again.
I gnawed on the pizza and choked down the beer, watching the movie with one eye and Chris with the other. Until, finally, I had to relieve the “tension” with a visit to the bathroom. I only wished, as I spanked my monkey and sprayed, that I had the guts to act on my raging impulses – mano a mano.
Things did finally come to a frothy head on my third visit to Chris’s apartment, however. This time it was for dinner and drinks. This time there was no stopping me, given what I stepped into the middle of.
I buzzed. He buzzed back. I went up in the elevator, walked down the hallway, found the door open. Only, when I entered my lust-interest’s lair, I didn’t have to look far for the guy this time. He was right there in his living room, getting fucked up the ass by another guy.
Chris was down on his hands and knees on the tan carpet, bare bronzed body arched and butt upraised, getting pounded by cock. His head was tilted up and his mouth was hanging open, his eyes closed, fingers clutching carpet, butt cheeks rippling and body rocking to the wicked hardcore homosexual beat.
The other man was about our age, but built bigger and badder. He had tattoos all over his hulking body, a shaved head, rings in his ears and nose and nipples. He was pile-driving his huge cock into Chris’s anus, huge hands gripping and smacking my man’s ass.
I stood in the doorway and stared like I’d never stared before, shocked to the cock. The scene was right out of one of my wettest wet dreams, only someone else’s cock was playing the part of mine pumping Chris’s ass. My mouth opened and closed, my eyes bulging.
‘Hey, Chris,’ the muscle-stud suddenly said. ‘We got company.’
He was looking at me gaping at them. Chris opened his eyes and turned his head.
‘Oh, geez, sorry about this, Darren. I forgot all about our date.’
I was in a fuzzy state, but I wasn’t that stupid. He’d buzzed me in – all three times. He knew I was coming, had been putting on a show for me every time, topped off by him getting topped by the muscle-hunk. It was his form of seduction. I guess I did have to be hit between the eyes and legs to finally see it.
‘This is James,’ Chris said, nodding back at the big man. ‘He lives down the hall. Maybe you’d like to come back in a few –’
‘I’m coming now,’ I proclaimed proudly. ‘Coming in and coming out!’
And I waded out of the closet and into the sexual fray, stripping off my clothes, every stitch, striding up to the two coupled men and presenting my hardened cock to Chris’s pretty mouth. He grinned up at me, then glided his lush, red lips over my bloated hood and down my swollen shaft. I pumped my fist with delight, then grabbed on to Chris’s soft hair and pumped my hips with determination. I was gay as a fruitcake, and damn glad to be so. Especially with friends like Chris and James to show me the way.
Chris bobbed his head in my hands, sucking on my cock. I went from a crouch down to my knees, pumping into the man’s hot, wet, tugging mouth. James went back to fucking Chris’s ass, rocking the guy on my cock. I stared at Chris’s dick-filled face, at his curved body, at James’s rugged torso and face. It all felt so right, so wonderful – getting sucked by a man, watching and feeling that man get fucked by another man. Home sweet homo!
James pulled out of Chris. ‘How ’bout you hit his ass for a while?’
He said it to me. I looked down at Chris vaccing my cock to make my body and brain shimmer. He nodded. I pulled my prick out of his mouth and stumbled on my knees around to his ass. His cheeks were brown and bubbled, his pink manhole showing where James had gaped it.
This was it! The final plunge into my new and open sexual life. James lubed my cock for me, then kissed me good luck, with lots of tongue. He moved around to Chris’s head, fed his cock into the gorgeous guy’s mouth. I gripped my own cock and took a thrust at Chris’ pucker. My hood squished against his starfish. I boldly pushed forward, and burst inside the man, plunged into his burning hot anus.
‘Yes!’ I cried, in, and in deep.
I gripped Chris’s boyish hips and rocked back and forth, ploughing in and out of the man’s rectum. He was tight and soft and sucking. I was on fire, hammering my newfound sexuality home.
James grasped Chris’s ears and fucked his face. I fucked Chris’s anus. We pumped in rhythm, hard and fast and heated beyond belief.
It couldn’t last long – not my first time – and it didn’t. The clasping, velvety friction of my virgin cock in a man’s beautiful ass was just too much to resist. I dug my fingernails into Chris’ flesh and wildly pumped his chute. Then I spasmed, blew the top of my head and the bottom of my genitals off, my cock exploding and erupting, shooting searing sperm into Chris’ trembling ass. It went on and on and on.
It will go on and on and on. For the rest of my “natural” sexual life.
Watch and Learn
by Chloe Richmond
During my second year of university I discovered that a girl I knew, Kelly Seymour, was a voyeur.
She shared a house with a guy called Tom who was friends with Sam, my boyfriend at the time. Sam wasn’t a student like us but he was staying with Tom, Kelly and the others for a bit while he sorted out a flat. Anyway, this meant Kelly and I saw each other now and again, friendly without really being friends, if you know what I mean.
We became a bit closer when, one night, she caught me having sex in her living room.
It happened on the sofa. I was lying on top at the time, kissing the guy as he held my arse under the skirt I was still wearing. My knickers were on the floor somewhere, my top and bra discarded among the sofa cushions. When the kissing strayed to my breasts, I sat up to tease him, grinning down at his disappointment but moving slowly back and forth against him. I took his hands from my arse and guided them up to my breasts as compensation, tossed my hair back … and that was when I saw Kelly.
She was standing in the corridor, straight ahead of me. She’d been out with some of her housemates but had come home early and now she was looking directly into the living room. She didn’t do or say anything, and any gasp of surprise I might have made was lost on Tom as one of many I’d been making for the past half hour or so.
Oh yeah, it was Tom. Not Sam. Not my boyfriend. Sam was working nights.
Tom tried to sit up, to lick or kiss my breasts again, but I shoved him down so he was still hidden by the armrest and cushion. It was a little more a
ggressive than I’d intended but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to rather enjoy it.
Kelly still hadn’t moved. I was in no doubt she could see me as the TV was on, casting its glow on me, and she could hear us because the sound was off.
Because I’d stopped grinding against him, Tom released my breasts and grabbed at my waist to encourage me to move again. So I did, although only slowly while I wondered what to do about the situation.
Kelly leaned against the wall to show me she wasn’t going anywhere. She smiled. There was something arrogant in her expression that I didn’t like. I didn’t quite smile back, but I carried on fucking Tom to show I didn’t care that she was there. I thought it might wipe that look off her face, or embarrass her, but she still watched. She watched until I came. It didn’t take long: Tom and I had been at it for a while already, and with Kelly there I was even more excited. I came hard, and loud enough that she didn’t hear Tom.
She actually gave me a thumbs-up before going upstairs.
‘Fuck, that was great!’ Tom said. ‘Hey, where are you going?’
‘I think Kelly just came home.’
‘What?’
‘I just heard the door.’
‘Shit!’
He helped me gather my clothes and I dressed quickly while he used the downstairs loo to flush the condom. He took his clothes with him.
‘Quick, before she sees us,’ he said, buttoning his shirt as he came out. She’d already seen me, but he didn’t know that. And he’d just flushed the toilet, so she’d know someone was home. With any luck she’d think Sam had finished work and called me over.
‘Walk me home,’ I said, to get him out of the house too.
Halfway down the street, I looked back. Kelly was at her window, watching, but it would be too dark to see who I was with.
‘What are you grinning about?’ Tom asked.
‘I think we got away with it.’
We didn’t get away with it.
Kelly came to mine the next day and, instead of hello, said, ‘You shagged Tom.’
‘Shh!’
‘Nobody else is home,’ she said. ‘I’ve been watching.’
‘Of course you have.’
She smiled at that.
‘You’d better come in,’ I said, wondering what the hell I was going to say about the incident.
I needn’t have worried. Kelly got right to it. ‘So, is he any good, then? He must be, I saw your face and heard the way you were –’
‘It was Sam. He finished early and called me over.’
It was worth a try.
Kelly only smiled again. Arrogant. Knowing.
‘I saw you,’ she said. ‘Both of you.’
‘You only saw–’
‘Doggy style first, wasn’t it?’
OK, she’d seen us.
‘What do you want, Kelly?’
I don’t know what I expected her to say, but it wasn’t what she came out with. ‘I want you to do it again.’
We looked at each other for a moment in silence.
‘What?’
‘I want to watch you both.’
I’ve let people watch me quite a few times since then, but at the time, the idea was new to me and, apart from Kelly catching me in the act, I’d never done it before.
‘Why?’ I asked her.
She shrugged. ‘I like to watch.’
That wasn’t it. Not all of it, anyway. So I waited.
She huffed and said, ‘All right. You’re good at it, OK?’
‘What?’
‘Sam told me. And so did a few others.’
‘Who?’
She opened her mouth to tell me but I stopped her.
‘It doesn’t matter,’ I said.
‘If you don’t do it, I’ll tell Sam you did. That you’ve been fucking his mate.’
This wasn’t quite the big deal she’d anticipated – if I’d been happy with Sam, nothing would have happened with Tom in the first place. But I agreed to her demand anyway. ‘OK, fine, but I’m not sure Tom will be up for it.’
‘Don’t tell him,’ she said. ‘I don’t want him to know I’m watching.’
‘What are you going to do, stick a camera in his room?’
She shook her head. ‘No. I’m going to be right there with you. Watching it live.’
‘How? If you don’t want him to know?’
The smile cracked into a grin. She had a plan.
The plan was simple.
At the time, I lived with two other girls, whereas Kelly was sharing with four people plus Sam temporarily: it had to happen at mine. Not a problem, as my housemates went home every holiday to see their friends and family.
Tom was only too keen to keep me company while they were away. ‘I didn’t know you were so kinky,’ he said as I tied his wrists to the bedposts.
‘There’s loads you don’t know about me.’
‘I dunno about that,’ he said. ‘Sam brags a lot.’
‘There’s a lot he doesn’t know either.’
‘I bet,’ Tom said with a chuckle as I leaned over him to check the knots. I teased him with my breasts close to his face. I was wearing my red set: lacy bra, knickers that fastened with side ties, and stockings. Hold-ups that didn’t need suspenders. I’d had my red heels on too when I opened the door to him and he’d almost come right there in the street. It was a job to stop him taking me in the hall. That wouldn’t do when Kelly was waiting upstairs.
‘How’s that?’ I asked him. ‘Not too tight?’
‘It’s fine,’ he said. ‘Come on.’
He didn’t need to say anything for me to know how eager he was. Stripped naked and tied to my bed, his eagerness was there for anyone to see. I touched it, ran my hand lightly up and down it.
‘Do you like my outfit?’
Of course he did.
‘Oh yeah,’ he said, but that might have just been because of the way I was touching him.
‘Take one last good look,’ I said, and he did, and then I showed him the blindfold.
‘Aww …’ he said, disappointed at being denied the sight of me.
‘Shh. Be a good boy.’
I fastened it around his eyes and stepped back to admire him. He looked good like that, in the soft sunlight that shone through my curtains, all tan and abs and hard cock with nowhere to go but my bedroom.
‘So you’re up for this, right? No matter what happens next, it’s all OK with you?’
‘Yes!’ he said.
‘Right, then – I’m off to the pub.’
‘Hey!’
‘Just kidding!’ To be sure, I gave him a safe word to say if he wanted me to stop before adding, ‘Getting a condom, back in a sec.’
I stepped into the room next door to mine where Kelly was perched on the bed, waiting. Her eyes widened with approval at my lingerie and when I beckoned, she followed me quietly.
She whimpered a little at the sight of Tom and I realised this wasn’t just about the watching. It was about him. She liked him.
‘You OK?’ Tom asked.
‘Definitely,’ I said, making a “shush” gesture to Kelly. ‘You just look so good, I had to touch myself.’
‘Let me touch you,’ Tom said.
Kelly nodded and signalled for me to go to him.
I approached the bed and stood where one of his tied hands could reach me. He put it to my thigh and I turned slowly so his fingers traced over my behind, then stepped closer so he could feel between my legs. He put his palm to the crotch of my knickers.
‘You’re so warm here,’ he said, moving it as best he could. I ground back and forth to help him, enjoying the pressure of his fingers and the feel of the fabric against my skin. Enjoying how wet it was getting, so quickly. Within moments, my knickers were soaked through. Part of it was knowing someone stood behind me, watching.
‘I can’t wait to feel this on me,’ Tom said. He stopped stroking to pull at one of the side-ties on my knickers but couldn’t get it undone from his posi
tion. I stepped away from him as he held it, and the pretty bow I’d knotted at my hip loosened and came free.
Kelly was filming us on her phone.
‘Hey!’ I said.
‘What?’ said Tom. ‘You don’t need to wear these.’
Kelly mimicked my “shush” gesture from earlier and continued to watch. And to film.
‘If Sam or anyone else finds out …’ I said.
Kelly shook her head and crossed her heart, and her face told me that, this time at least, she was sincere.
‘He won’t,’ said Tom, enjoying the illicitness of our affair. If it could be called that, really.
Kelly motioned for me to move forward again so I stepped to Tom’s eager hand and turned for him to grab the other tie – hardly necessary now, as the knickers fell away with minimal urging. His fingers were suddenly between my thighs and I sighed as he slipped one inside me.
Returning the favour, I cupped his balls and massaged them very lightly. When Kelly mimed a request, I obeyed by stroking up and down his cock. With Tom’s finger inside me I could just about reach by leaning slightly.
‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Oh yeah. Get on that.’
‘OK,’ I said. Kelly shook her head and waved me to the head of the bed. I frowned at her. She pointed to her lips.
I leaned down and kissed Tom. It meant releasing his cock and stepping away from his hand. We missed each other’s touch immediately but enjoyed the way our lips connected instead, opening and closing them against each other a couple of times before slipping our tongues into each other’s mouth. We moaned as we kissed and I rubbed my hand over his chest. I wanted him to rub mine too and it was such torment for both of us that he could not.
I broke away from the kiss and looked at Kelly, my hair hanging over Tom to tickle his face. She smiled and shook her head again. She pointed to her groin and then to her lips and this time I understood what she meant.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled Tom’s chest.
‘Yeah, that’s it,’ he said.
I looked behind me at Kelly in the doorway and she moved slowly into the room, her phone held to capture a side view.
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