Watching Me, Watching You

by Gwennan Thomas

  And it is so good. It is unbelievable. My pussy is so wet, but even so he is stretching me, his balls are slapping my backside, his pubic bone grinding against my clit as every savage thrust jerks sharp cries from my throat.

  Nearly there, Oh God, so nearly there … all that foreplay paid off … so close … will he last? Please, please, please let him last, I’ll kill him if he doesn’t wait for me. Yes, yes, omigod yes, I love him so much, he’s so good at this, he’s the best, his cock is the best, I love him, don’t let him come yet, don’t, let him come yet …

  Her thoughts are uninhibited, unfocused, yet at the same time totally focused. Focused on this man she loves but also on the orgasm she fears may elude her.

  I understand that kind of need. I do something I rarely do in the middle of sex; I jump into him.

  Fuck! The energy is phenomenal! The power of youth could light up a small town. I am all cock. Nothing but cock. My entire consciousness is focused on nine inches of swollen, pulsing flesh as her cunt grips me like a wet little fist and my balls tighten as I race, I race … who am I racing? I have no idea. I only know that it is a race as old as life itself, a race I am so fucking going to win …

  No! I pull myself back, remember her plea that he slow down and I slide reluctantly from his cock and into his mind and hear – ‘Fuckohfuckohfuck!’

  Hmm. I admire his focus but I need to get them working together on this. His energy is tremendous, though, and, this late in the action, hard even for me to control. In fact, I don’t want to control him. I want to finish this. I want to be here when he comes. I want to be here when he shoots his load inside her. I can make his cock even bigger. I can, all I have to do is flex my mind …

  I shake myself.

  Leaving him, I slip back inside her. Her energy is different, but no less heady. She is nearly there, so very nearly there. Her love surrounds them both and he feels it, I know he does, but he is working on instinct now, only one part of his brain engaged.

  What is it the feminists used to say back in the twentieth century? God gave man a brain and a cock and only enough blood to work one at a time?

  I know what I have to do. I kiss him and it pulls him back from the brink, at the same time providing us with the connection that was missing. I flex my hips, he rolls his, a minute change of angle, a fraction of a degree, but we are now in the race together, hurtling headlong into ecstasy. Job done, I allow her to take over once more and I simply enjoy the ride. She hasn’t even noticed my intrusion. Heat builds within her, spreading upwards from their joined bodies, gathering momentum. She tears her mouth from his and screams his name. Her nails rake his back. She is biting him, sobbing and crying with pleasure.

  She convulses around him, rhythmically squeezing his cock, her inner muscles milking his very essence as she pulls him with her into the swirling, timeless vortex of pleasure that ensures the future of your race. His head draws back, the veins in his neck distended as with one last, powerful thrust he comes, firing his energy deep into her – and therefore into me – in sharp, hot jets that are life itself to both your kind and mine. Their climax is fierce, untamed and I absorb it all. Every last drop.

  He collapses on top of her and, laughing joyfully, they kiss. There are tears in her eyes. In his too, possibly. ‘What just happened?’ he asks. ‘That was fucking brilliant.’

  He’s right. It was. Fucking brilliant.

  Their sweet nothings get on my nerves. That’s the problem with expending too much energy all at once, the recovery time takes longer, even for the young. I am ready for more long before they are.

  I move on. Terraces are easy. The houses mostly have the same layout so if I start in one bedroom, normally all I need to do to get into the bedroom of the next house is go through a wall. I do this now but have to go through several more houses before I find anything worth watching.

  And there she is. A woman lying on a bed, reading. She’s young and pretty enough but it’s the book that catches my attention. An erotic novel. Yes, that one. I may not be sure where I am, but I do know which year it is now.

  She’s dressed for bed in a short cotton nightdress – not particularly seductive but if she takes it off, who cares? As I watch, she turns a page, then brushes her hand against her nipple, inadvertently drawing my attention to how good her breasts are. I see both nipples pushing against the cotton fabric. Been reading for a while, then?

  I find a seat and settle down for whatever is coming next. Masturbation? A dildo?

  The door opens and a man walks in, straight from the shower, towel wrapped round his waist. She doesn’t look up, but I do. Nice body.

  He glances over at the bed, sees what she is reading and grins. ‘How’s the book?’

  She still doesn’t look at him and I notice her hand is now resting casually on her chest, rather than her breast. ‘OK. Bits of it, anyway,’ she says.

  Damned by faint praise but he isn’t put off. I wrinkle my non-existent nose as he walks past me. Can I smell beer? Now sitting on the edge of the bed, he strokes her calf. ‘They had piles of them at the station – I thought you’d like it. Half the women on the train were reading it on the way home.’

  She turns a page, moves her leg away, just a fraction. He doesn’t notice. ‘Did you put the bins out?’ she asks.

  ‘Yes. And loaded the dishwasher.’ If he’s looking for brownie points, he’s out of luck. Do I detect a certain chill in the bedroom?

  Oblivious, he walks his fingers up her thigh.

  ‘Did you remember to buy milk?’ she asks.

  His walking fingers stumble. ‘I forgot.’

  She looks at him now. ‘Thanks. The one thing I ask you to do. Pity I didn’t ask you to stop off at the pub with your mates while I put the kids to bed. Somehow you never manage to forget to do that.’

  He pats her thigh and mumbles reassuringly, ‘I’ll get up early and nip out in the morning and get it.’

  Even I know that isn’t going to happen and I’ve known him two minutes.

  She rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah, right. Or I will. And then I’ll get the kids up for school and make the lunches.’ She slams the book shut and puts out the light, mumbling, ‘I may as well. I do everything else around here.’

  He nods amiably. ‘Thanks, love. Fancy a quickie?’

  He continues to sit on the edge of the bed in darkness. ‘You can tie me up if you like,’ he says hopefully. ‘Like in your dirty book.’

  ‘Liam, if I tie you up tonight the rope will be round your neck and I’ll drop you over the landing. Go to sleep.’

  I slip through the wall to next door.

  The bedroom here is empty but I hear voices downstairs and check it out. Not too promising at first sight. Two men, mid-thirties, look as if they are regulars at the gym, one blond, one dark. I like the contrast.

  They are standing by the front door. The blond has his jacket on, presumably leaving.

  ‘Thanks, Greg,’ he says. ‘Sorry I’ve bent your ear all night. I just needed someone to talk to.’

  There is a grimness to the other man’s expression that suggests it has been a long night and the talking has been pretty much one-sided. ‘Any time.’

  There doesn’t seem to be anything for me here, but I linger a little. The blond guy isn’t bad-looking. Maybe I’ll hitch a lift with him, check out his street?

  ‘It’s just … if I knew why she left me, it would be easier to deal with,’ says Blondie, sorrowfully.

  If this is a taste of how the rest of the evening has gone, kudos to this Greg guy for putting up with it.

  ‘You gave it your best shot, Steve. Sometimes things just don’t work out.’

  ‘Yeah,’ Steve says glumly. ‘I suppose. I’d give anything to know why she left me, though.’

  He holds out his hand. Greg shakes it automatically and looks about to say something but instead he pulls the other man to him and kisses him. Like, really kisses him. I’m pretty sure there is tongue involved.

  I don’t know which
of the three of us is most surprised.

  They break off and Steve stares at his friend, bug-eyed. ‘What the fuck?’

  Greg still holds his right hand. He presses his left hand against the front of Steve’s jeans and I notice with interest the other man is sporting an impressive erection. ‘That’s why she left you, Steve.’ Greg rubs him through the denim. ‘You’re gay.’

  Even I hold my breath in the silence that follows.

  ‘I’m not!’ Steve splutters eventually. ‘You’ve known me since university. You were at my wedding. How can you say that?’

  In answer, Greg looks pointedly at his hand, still on Steve’s crotch. Steve has neither backed away, nor knocked his hand away. Instead, his own hand is covering Greg’s, pressing him against his cock.

  Well, well, well! I’m glad I stayed.

  Steve looks so shocked I’m tempted to slip inside him to find out what he’s thinking. But I’m interested in what Greg is thinking too, so I stay put. Sometimes watching is its own reward.

  ‘How – how did you know?’ Steve asks.

  Still holding his hand, Greg leads him through to a cosy sitting room. ‘The question is, how did you not?’

  Steve is looking poleaxed. ‘Well, I suppose a couple of times I thought I might be,’ he admits. ‘I mean, I wondered …’ Then he seems to pull himself together. ‘Hell, I still don’t know!’

  Greg smiles. ‘Well, why don’t we find out?’

  ‘How?’

  ‘Take your clothes off.’

  There is silence. Steve’s cheeks burn. With excitement or embarrassment? I can easily find out but I’m enjoying watching the drama unfold.

  ‘I really don’t think …’

  Greg touches his finger to Steve’s lips. Just a touch. ‘Take them off,’ he says softly. ‘I want to see you naked. I’ve fancied you for years.’

  ‘You … you never said anything.’

  Greg smiles again and this time I detect some sadness. ‘I came close a few times. The night before your wedding, for instance. The first time Karen cheated on you. But I thought if you were in denial and trying to live straight, it wasn’t up to me to interfere. Now you have three choices. You can leave. You can put on Match of the Day and open another bottle. Or you can strip.’

  We both watch Steve’s mental wrestling match. And then he strips. It isn’t a striptease. He’s almost in a daze. But he does it. And he looks pretty damn good naked, let me tell you. His erection is at half-mast, hopeful but hesitant. Like a dog that isn’t sure it’s allowed on the furniture.

  Greg kisses him again. ‘Now take my dick out and suck it.’

  Steve’s cock lurches but he looks terrified. ‘What?’

  ‘You heard me. It’s a pretty sure-fire way to find out if you’re gay.’

  Steve’s cock has risen like a flagpole. He looks down at it as though he has never seen it before. ‘C-can you take your clothes off first, d’you think? I’m feeling a bit overexposed here.’

  Greg shakes his head. ‘No. You have to do it without my help.’ Wise move. This way, tomorrow, Steve won’t be able to tell himself that he wasn’t totally into this.

  Tentatively, Steve reaches over and begins to undo his friend’s belt. I see Greg’s jaw clench but he holds himself very still. Next, Steve undoes the stud of his jeans.

  ‘Careful with the zipper or we might be spending the night in casualty. I go commando,’ Greg says.

  I swear Steve’s cock grows another inch. It is now standing against his belly, a barometer of the sexual energy in the room, and I sigh happily. Carefully, he slides down the zipper, his hands shaking as he releases a very impressive cock.

  ‘On your knees,’ Greg tells him.

  Steve licks his lips but says nervously, ‘Can we put the lights out?’

  ‘No. You might change your mind, back out any minute. If I only get a few seconds of this, I want to remember every detail.’ He puts his hands on Steve’s shoulders and gently but firmly presses him down on to his knees on the carpet. Slowly, Steve sinks until he is eye to eye with Greg’s cock.

  I move closer. No. I am pulled closer by the energy thrumming between them.

  Tentatively, Steve touches the other man. Greg hisses in a single, sharp breath and, emboldened, Steve wraps his fist around Greg’s erection. Then he closes his eyes and closes his lips around his very first cock.

  Greg shudders and draws his head back, hands resting on Steve’s shoulders. ‘Just suck it like it’s your own,’ he urges. ‘Suck it like you’ve always wanted to have your dick sucked.’

  Steve seems to like the sound of that. He grabs Greg’s hips and takes him deeper, so deep he gags. Quickly, he adjusts and begins to suck eagerly, like a man who has been starved and then suddenly turned loose at a feast.

  Greg savours this for a few minutes then reluctantly pulls out and draws Steve to his feet. He kisses him, hard. This time Steve kisses him back. This time there are definitely tongues. ‘I think you’re gay,’ Greg tells him.

  Steve grins. ‘I want you to come in my mouth.’

  Greg laughs. ‘And I want to come in your mouth. But first, I need to fuck you. I want to be all the way inside your tight virgin arse. It is a virgin arse?’

  Steve nods and I see excitement fire in his eyes, but trepidation too. ‘Can’t we just fool around for a while, give me a chance to get used to this?’

  Greg kisses him again, more tenderly this time. ‘We can fool around all night. After I fuck you. We need to do this, otherwise whatever else we do, neither of us are going to stop thinking about it.’

  His hand is cupping the nape of Steve’s neck while the other one strokes his cock. He leans closer and whispers in Steve’s ear, ‘Please. Let me fuck you?’

  Steve’s hips are moving and he is sliding his cock through his friend’s hand. I don’t think he is even aware he is doing it. ‘Yes,’ he is panting.

  ‘Say it,’ Greg demands. ‘I want to know that you know exactly what you’re agreeing to.’

  ‘Yes. Fuck my arse. I want you to fuck my arse.’

  I see the relief on Greg’s face and the excitement too. ‘On the settee!’ he commands and Steve jumps to obey, then hesitates, unsure what is required of him. Eventually, going for the obvious, he turns his back and kneels.

  Greg stops him. ‘No. Sit down. I want to see your face as I slide my dick inside you for the first time.’

  Steve is confused by this. ‘Facing each other? Is that even possible?’

  Greg grins. ‘It’s more than possible. Just do as I say and sit down.’

  He sits. So do I, utterly gripped.

  Greg strips off while we both watch him. I catch him sneaking a look at the window, checking the curtains are closed? Does he know I am here? I doubt it. Men don’t pick up on me as often as women do. But then I don’t watch men as often as I watch women. Wonder why. Something to think about, but not now. Now I am basking in raw, sexual energy.

  ‘Sit back, pull your legs up and spread them.’

  It takes Steve a moment to figure out the instructions and obey. For the first time, he shows some resistance. ‘Not very dignified.’

  Greg spreads his legs for him and kneels between them. ‘Steve, mate, there’s nothing dignified about sex. Not it it’s done properly. Trust me.’

  Hear hear.

  Greg reaches under a sofa cushion and pulls out lubricant and condoms.

  ‘You were that sure of me?’ Steve is indignant.

  ‘No, but I never gave up hope. Now you relax while I loosen you up.’ Greg pours a generous amount of lubricant on to his fingers and immediately applies it to Steve’s arsehole. Steve tenses but Greg only laughs. ‘Don’t worry. Now I’ve finally got you here, I’m going to make sure you enjoy this.’

  Greg’s fingers circle gently and Steve’s eyes lose focus. His head lolls back on the settee as he gradually gives himself up to this new experience. Greg, it seems is something of an expert. I am tempted to enter Steve and experience this with him but
I’m enjoying watching too much to make the jump.

  After a few minutes, I see Greg slide a finger inside Steve’s arse. The other man stiffens, then relaxes without opening his eyes. Then the whole thing is repeated with another finger. And then once again.

  Steve’s cock is upright. A thick vein throbs along the underside, and I can feel the energy pulse through it.

  I am not the only one looking.

  ‘Ahh… fuck,’ says Greg softly and drops his head, nuzzling his friend’s balls before taking him into his mouth. I get the impression this isn’t how he has planned it but I’m happy he’s going with the flow. He sucks eagerly, fingers still working.

  Steve comes. Just like that. Greg is caught off guard, as I am, but he mans up and gulps down every drop, his throat moving as he swallows. Then he rocks back on his heels, looking dazed but delighted. ‘I’ve waited a long time for that.’

  Steve, shaking, breathes, ‘That was fucking awesome!’

  ‘Nah, it was good. This is going to be awesome.’ In seconds, Greg is rubbered up and lubed. He grins at Steve. ‘You ready?’

  The other man nods uncertainly.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ Greg reassures him. As he speaks, he places the tip of his cock against Steve’s arse and presses gently. I’m going to go at your pace, OK? If I go too fast, you tell me. I want this to be perfect.’

  Steve nods, still nervous but his eyes glow with excitement as his best friend’s cock inches inside him. Greg is true to his word. He goes slow and I can see how much effort it costs him. And then he must have pushed past some barrier because suddenly the resistance is gone and he glides smoothly all the way in.

  Steve moans.

  Greg trembles with pleasure as his balls hit Steve’s arse. He reaches for more lube and takes Steve’s cock in his hand. It is already hard again. ‘Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you,’ he urges.

  Steve obeys, and Greg begins to move in and out while pumping his friend’s cock. Slowly at first, then he builds up speed. As he draws out, he drags his hand up Steve’s shaft. As he slams back in, his hand strokes down, matching the movement. Steve’s hands are gripping Greg’s shoulders. He is breathing hard, as he watches his friend fuck him. In and out, up and down, Greg’s hand moving in time with his cock.