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.