Seeking a Voyeur

Two athletic and endowed men here like to be watched as we play tonight. Not looking for a third to join - just watch. Straight preferred. We can host.

The ad intrigued me enough to reply. I had planned to masturbate to video porn that night and thought the real thing might be another level better. They replied to my interest and we traded pictures and details. I made it clear that I'm not gay and wasn't looking to be a third either, but porn is porn. They were close; I felt safe and nervously optimistic about being a fly on the wall watching two guys get it on. I couldn't wait.

I knocked at the designated time and was invited in by a man in a bathrobe. There were no introductions or small talk. I was simply led to the sofa and disarmingly told to get as comfortable as I wanted. I supposed that meant to strip if I wanted to but elected to sit down fully clothed and see how the evening would progress. Just as I settled back into the sofa, another guy entered the room wearing a towel around his waist. As if I wasn't there, he walked over to the television and turned it on. A few seconds later, gay porn came to life on a 70-inch flatscreen. 

Towel-guy walked up to robe-guy, put his hands on his neck, and pulled him in to plant a wet kiss on the lips. Fuck, I've never seen that before. Hell, there were likely a whole bunch of things I was going to see that I hadn't before. Wide-eyed, I gawked as they traded tongues as towel-guy began to grope robe-guy all over. His hands roamed and squeezed everything. It wasn't long before the groping became mutual. I was indeed a fly on the wall. They were touching each other like I wasn't even there, ignoring me completely. It felt oddly embarrassing, but I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the performance.

The robe was untied and peeled off to drop on the floor. He stood nude and hard as his partner knelt before him and took his cock into his mouth. I couldn't believe I was witnessing it all just a few feet in front of me. The odd feeling I had earlier was waning, and I was soon touching my growing hard-on through my pants. Watching that massive cock disappear into his mouth was incredibly hot. And seeing towel-guy making a tent with his own massive hard-on was almost enough to make me bust right then.

I stood up only long enough to strip naked and returned to my place to watch the debauchery acted out in front of me. They took turns kissing, licking, biting, pulling, and sucking each other's body for at least a half-hour. Between watching them and the porn that played on the big screen in the background, it was like I was at an orgy. Though I came close several times, I denied myself an orgasm. I wanted to savor that night for as long as I could.

"You like what you see?" one of them turned to ask. It was the first words spoken since I arrived.

"Yeah, you guys are hot," I sheepishly stuttered. I was caught off-guard, having gotten so used to being ignored.

"No. I mean do you like what you see," he said with a grin while gyrating his hips. His hard cock bounced and swayed, underscoring his meaning. "You ever suck a cock before?"

"No," I nervously whispered and shook my head. I couldn't take my eyes off of his dick, now dripping precum. I hadn't stopped touching myself and hoped it wouldn't be taken as a conflicting signal. I've never had an interest in sucking any cock and was quite comfortable with my masculinity. He took a few steps forward and knelt one knee next to me on the sofa. I was in kind of a shock at the turn of events. I wasn't looking to do more than watch, and it certainly did not include me sucking cock. But that dangling precum had me under a spell, and I unwittingly continued slowly stroking myself.

His partner crawled up to my legs, reached out and began to fondle my balls. My mind was reeling with conflicting thoughts, but the touch of foreign hands on my dick was electric. I ceded my hands to the new pair and involuntarily jerked and rocked my hips in response. The other guy was kneeling next to me now, holding his undulating and dripping dick as it inched ever closer to my face. Was I really going to let his cock into my mouth?

I felt a warm mouth envelop my dick and begin sucking just as his cock bumped my lips like a tap at a door asks for entry. What was happening to me? I closed my eyes as his weeping dick pushed against my lips. Fuck. My head was spinning as I felt him enter my mouth. I've never had a dick in my mouth before, let alone being blown at the same time. I had gotten lost in the heat of it all. The sensations, the textures, the raw sexual energy all entwined into a tapestry of lust that I couldn't deny. I opened my mouth wider as he crept ever deeper. My head was against the back of the sofa, so I had to accept the entire length of his dick until his shaven balls eventually pressed against my chin. 

I came to terms with having my seal of masculinity being broken and decided to mimic what was being done to me. I began swirling my tongue around his head and sucking hard when he pulled out enough to allow it. I really started to get into it and judging from the moaning I generated, I must have been doing well.

His thrusts became faster, and I could sense the approaching orgasm. There was a moment where I thought to balk at the idea of having someone cum inside my mouth, but the scene was just too hot to cling to any inhibition, and soon I found myself wanting it. I wanted to feel his cock spasm inside my mouth. I wanted to taste the erupting semen. I became possessed and lost all control as I felt the first spasm of his vein against the flat of my tongue. He was about to cum inside my mouth and I accepted it with eager anticipation.

I became so turned on that I exploded into the other guy's mouth just as the first ejaculate touched the back of my throat. The loads, his and mine, seemed to be unending. Spasm after spasm delivered copious semen from both cocks almost in unison. A concert of fluids filled mouths to overflow. I felt my own semen cascade down over my balls as I felt cum seeping out the corners of my mouth. Fuck, I did it.

I remained on their sofa, panting heavily as his mouth withdrew from my spent cock while the other pulled out of my mouth. I had just sucked my first cock and the realization of it made me feel uneasy. I could no longer staunchly claim heterosexuality. There was an undeniable chink in the armor of my masculinity. Sucking just one cock would forever make me a cocksucker, and I wasn't comfortable with the thought. I began to feel shame and regret for what I'd done. Funny where the mind goes in the afterglow of orgasm. 

I could feel the weight of that reality grow heavy on me as I felt my still dripping face grow red. I knew that I'd forever deny that evening had ever happened. I silently sat in self-degradation as the two men got up. But rather than calling it a night, they switched places. 

Now a second undulating and hungry cock approached my face. I may have been able to deny ever having sucked one dick, but two? My stomach churned with internal conflict as he rammed himself into me. I'd deal with conflicts and ramifications later. Right then, I accepted being turned into a cocksucker. I opened my mouth just as he slipped himself in.

He was much more forceful and rough than the first guy. Rather than pumping my head against the back of the sofa, he was pulling my face into him by the hair. It hurt a bit, but I didn't mind the persuasion. 

I met his thrusts as best I could in anticipation of my second taste of orgasm when I felt my spent cock massaged again, but this time with my own slimy semen. I was growing hard again. The one cock pounded the back of my throat as lubricated hands reached down past my scrotum and settled over my anus. Fuck. I began moaning like a square-rigger on the high seas as a cum-lubed finger disappeared deep into my bowel. I lifted my leg in hopes of even deeper penetration as my moaning got louder.

I must have been quite a sight: my head hungrily bobbing on a cock as my anus was being reamed by a finger. And oh-my-gawd, it was like a jolt of electricity when my prostate was found and massaged. I didn't want any of it to ever stop. I was wildly bucking at both ends when that cock pulled out of my mouth in time to flood my face with semen. A lot of semen.

As if to underscore my... 'conversion', the guy leaned over me as if to kiss me! Fuck. I was hesitant, but after having two dicks in my mouth, what manhood was there left to save? I met his kiss with guarded eagerness and succumbed to his invading tongue. As if to applaud, the pistoning finger in my ass increased in speed and intensity. I was awash in utopic sensation and didn't care when his tongue slid around my face collecting his semen to feed me. I surprised myself when I enthusiastically accepted it. The second guy withdrew from my ass and joined in the passion. Soon all three of us were sharing kisses, tongues, and semen while groping each other's bodies on the sofa. Yes, it must have been quite a sight. 

The drive home was fraught with a reflection about what happened that night. About my crossing over from hetero to homosexual. About the outward denial of my transformation and internal truth of it. I also pondered whether they had done their particular form of seduction before. How many other men have they 'turned'? It was, after all, to be a no-contact evening of pure voyeurism - but ended up having me being part of the show... if not the main event.