So first off, congratulations to Colleen, Gabrielle J and Savannah the winners of my Blisse Kiss with Heart give away!
Now onto today’s snog and it’s from my story in the hot voyeur collection Wicked Watchers: Looking at the Lads.
Here’s the blurb:
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…
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.
I didn’t realise I’d done it until I came aware of the rough caress of the denim under my fingers. As I watched Frank lovingly guzzle down his boyfriend’s dick, I ran my hands down to my crotch to fondle my hardened cock. I had to find some release so I popped open the button and yanked down the zip. My penis leapt out like it had a mind of its own, eager to enjoy the freedom of space to grow in, with the pressure of passion-fuelled blood pumping it up and making it hard.
“Damn, Frank, I love your mouth,” Connor moaned, “but I really want to fuck you, now.”
“Here?” Frank gasped after releasing Connor’s cock from between his lips. I held my breath, wondering if he’d look around him, but he didn’t. His gaze stayed fixed on Connor.
“Yes, here. So get up and get your fucking butt out for me.”
“Yes, sir,” Frank answered.
I’d never realised how arousing domination could be until that moment. I wanted to drop my pants for Connor; his tone demanded it. However, I just stood and watched, idly stroking my manhood. It was the most bizarre situation and I knew deep inside it was very wrong of me to stay and watch, but I did it anyway. I wanted to see more.
Pick up the anthology to read more of this encounter as well as 6 other short and sexy tales of guys watching guys.