Wicked Watchers – Looking at the Lads

A Multi-author M/Manthology from the writers of Wednesday Briefs, who bring you prompt induced Flash fiction every Wednesday. Bigger Briefs is an anthology we began to showcase our slightly bigger briefs. Er, flash fiction. We invite you to take the journey with us!

Have you ever had the feeling you’re being watched? Sometimes, watching can be naughty. And nice. Seven erotic stories of those who are spied upon, and those who do the spying. You might be surprised to learn who has their eye… on you…

First Time Voyeur

What do you do when you’re cleaning the toilets in a bar after closing and realise that two of your hottest customers have been left behind and are doing things you’ve dreamed of doing to them for weeks? Do you walk away? Or do you take a peep in the mirror and join in the fun?

Boy Can She Dance

A street urchin, thrown out by his family, forced to live rough and eat stale pasties he stole from a dustbin, realises that his best chance on a cold night close to Christmas is to hug the side of a house. Hearing music, he peeps through the window, spying a mysterious and beautiful dancer and is given the best Christmas present he’s ever had.

Pool Party

What happens when a Hollywood pool boy crashes a private pool party between an A-lister and his sexy partner? He becomes privy to something the tabloids would pay big bucks to know.

Roommates

When you think that your roommates have all gone home for Christmas… When your brother has let you down and you’re forced to spend one more night in an empty dorm… When you investigate strange noises in the night and discover that two of your roommates haven’t gone anywhere? Do you watch, reveal yourself, or run away?

My Lucky Night

When your friend talks you into going to a sex club and someone with a sexy voice and talented hands puts his arms around you from behind, while you watch two hot men go crazy on the stage, do you turn him down, or do you let him turn you on?

Passion Bringer

It’s the dim and distant future, in a world where sex and emotion have been suppressed for so long many people don’t know what it feels like to love or experience it. In such a world, when taking the pills is no longer obligatory, where the work of the Passion Bringers is at its height, when you’re trying to convince your partner that you should take your relationship to a whole new level, what do you do when you watch your partner with a Passion Bringer on the closed circuit camera he knows it’s your job to man?

The Watcher

When you’re rich, but horribly scarred, and your only pleasure is to watch people come and go in the hotel you own…When you inadvertently watch the hottest guy you’ve ever seen make love in a lift… When you employ someone to recreate the event, and then when the person you employed brings the hot man to your door… Do you dare to open it?

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First Time Voyeur

First Time Voyeur is my first ever solely M/M piece and I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. Here’s a little excerpt for you to sample, I hope you like it!

I’d just finished mopping the floors in the ladies loo when I heard a noise coming from the gents next door. It sounded like someone laughing. I was pretty certain that everyone had left the premises, but I walked into the bathroom—cautiously, just in case an intruder was in there. Because, of course, the first thing a burglar would do is stop to have a slash. I couldn’t see anyone at first but then I heard a sound, and this time I knew it was definitely another human making it. It was a noise that seared into my mind and straight to my groin. It was a moan. Not a moan of pain, or an expression of annoyance, but an exclamation of lust.

I didn’t have to go far into the tiled space before I caught a glimpse of what was happening. You won’t find mirrors in many male toilets in Britain, but Tilly’s has a bank of them as Justin knows the kind of guys who use his facilities. The kind of man who likes to make sure he’s looking his best. I could see that Connor and Frank hadn’t gone home at all. Frank was on his knees before Connor, stroking at the erection sticking temptingly out of the pants, just at the level of his mouth. I licked my lips. I wanted to be in Frank’s position, and my mouth watered eagerly at the thought of tasting the brunet’s thick, darkened pink cock.

I completely forgot everything else. I lost myself in watching the action. You might think it was like watching a porn movie, but it was much more. I could hear them and see them, but I could also smell the tang of hand wash and a background of bleach, with the heated musk of men and sex. I could taste my own sweat pearling on my top lip, mirroring that decorating Connor’s brow. And I could sense them. I could feel the heaviness of the tension, the desire between them, and the urgency of the act with the added spice of maybe, possibly, getting caught.

© Victoria Blisse

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