This story contains explicit gay sex. If that kind of thing does not appeal to you, stop reading now.
All comments are welcome: djwarner1984@hotmail.com
Introduction
After posting some stories on Nifty, I received some emails from people who read them. Among them was an email from a reader who told me that he and his lover read the stories together. I became intrigued and we started an email correspondence. I wrote this story about them.
The characters, John and Michael are real; their descriptions are real. All of the events in the rest of the story are completely fictional - including the Nifty story that they find on-line.
This story is dedicated to John and Michael.
Locker Room Voyeur
John was home early that day. His office had a power failure, so they sent everyone home. Getting home in the early afternoon, John looked in the fridge. He decided what he and Michael would eat for dinner and prepared whatever he could until it was time for dinner.
He settled on the couch to continue with a book that he had been reading when his thoughts turned to Michael. He and Michael would often sit together on the couch. One of them would cuddle in the arms of the other, as they would read or just talk. On those nights when they were 'in the mood', they might make passionate love on the couch or move things to the bedroom. Other times, they might print out stories from the Nifty gay archives. Then, they would read to each other, getting each other horned up until, eventually they would make love. Sometimes they would act out the story, if it was something that especially intrigued them. But mostly they would just imagine the scenes that the authors described for them.
John got to thinking that they hadn't gone to the Nifty archives in a while. He decided to go online and see if there were any good stories for them to read after dinner. He searched around for a while. He would read the first few paragraphs of a story to see if it was something he or Michael would like. He found a couple stories that looked like they would be good and printed them out.
And then he came across a story called `Locker Room Voyeur'. The title alone sounded hot to John. Both he and Michael loved locker room scenes and both fantasized about being watched during sex. They were fantasies that both boys shared.
The opportunity to have sex while someone watched them had never presented itself. And, because they were in a committed relationship, they had not really put any energy into seeking that out. It remained a fantasy to them.
Sex in a locker room, though...that they had done. The boys were members of a gym that they went to each morning. They knew the owner -- a very good friend of theirs. Six months prior, the owner had another commitment one night and asked the boys if they would tend to the gym for the last few hours and close it up. The boys jumped at the chance and after closing up, they made love in the locker room. It was something they had always fantasized about and they finally got to experience it. It was an incredible night for them. When one of them would make a reference to that night in the locker room, it would always spark a hot session of love making.
John started to read the story to see if it was something they would enjoy. As he read, he felt his face flush. He read the first few paragraphs with his mouth gaping open. He sat back in his chair and his hand came to his mouth. He so wanted to continue to read the story, but he knew immediately -- this was something that he and Michael had to read together. He printed it out and put the other stories aside -- they would only need to read this one story tonight.
John was so full of energy and excitement, he could hardly contain himself. He tried to read his book, but kept looking at the printed story, face-down in the printer tray. He didn't even tempt himself by taking it out of the printer. He fought with all he could to not get up and go finish reading the story that had gotten him so electrified.
When Michael came home, John didn't know what to do -- whether to tell Michael about the story then or to wait until after dinner. Michael sensed something was up. He never gave John a chance to try and wait.
"What's got you all fired up?" Michael asked.
"Well... I was going to wait until after dinner, but I have to tell you." John exclaimed, the words spilling out of his mouth.
John told Michael about getting home early because of the power outage -- about wanting to spend some time that night reading Nifty -- how he had searched for some stories -- how he had found this one story that they had to read.
"It's called, `Locker Room Voyeur'," John gushed.
Michael smiled. "Nice!" Then he paused. "You didn't read all of it, did you?" he asked, prepared to reprimand John.
"No! I've been dying here, waiting for you!" John cried. "I read the first few paragraphs. You won't believe it. We have to read this story!" John was almost begging.
"Baby, calm down." Michael said. He embraced John and kissed him on the nape of the neck. It had an immediate calming affect on John and he sighed and melted into Michael's arms. "We'll read it -- let's have some dinner and just relax for a bit," Michael said to comfort him.
Michael's soothing tone pacified him; his voice was always such a calming influence on him. John realized he was right - they would have all night to read the story. They should have something to eat first, at least. But he wasn't sure if he was going to make it.
They prepared and ate dinner, but it was not the usual intimate meal they normally shared. John was eating faster than normal -- he couldn't help it. Michael was amazed at the affect the first few paragraphs of a story on the Nifty archive were having on his lover. He finally gave up and stopped eating.
"Are you OK? You're eating like you haven't eaten anything in months," Michael said with concern.
"Oh, Michael, I'm sorry, I just can't stop thinking about it." John felt like such a fool when he realized the way he was eating.
"OK... Fine... Let's read the story... I'll join you on the couch, just let me clear dinner." Michael finally relented.
"I think we're going to have to skip the couch and go right to the bedroom." John said. His eyes were mischievous and he had a curious smile.
Michael busted out in an amazed smile. He had never seen John so excited.
"OK. I'll be right there," he said, as he shook his head in disbelief.
"You're going to have to get the story from the printer. I'm too tempted to read it." John said as he stood up. His voice sounded relieved to finally be getting to the story.
Michael shot him a smile as he started to clear the table. Michael could not figure out what was so intriguing about this story. The title led him to believe that the story was about two of their fantasies. But he felt there was something more that John wasn't telling him.
Michael finished clearing the table and grabbed the story from the printer. He fought the urge to look at what was written on the pages.
John was already stripped down and he was half-hard when Michael came into the bedroom. Michael stopped in the doorway and just stared at John with a bemused look. John lay down on the bed, on his side. He propped up his elbow and leaned his head on his hand watching Michael as he stripped down. Naked now, Michael climbed into bed next to John and lay down on his stomach. He propped himself up on his elbows in preparation for reading the story. John started to slowly stroke Michael's back as he waited for him to start reading.
"I guess I don't have to ask you if you're ready," Michael casually shot at John.
"Ha ha," replied John and he leaned over and kissed Michael's shoulder -- one soft, loving, gentle kiss.
"OK, here we go," Michael said.
He began reading the story out loud.
Locker Room Voyeur >> >>Hi, my name is Toby and I've never written a story like this, mostly >>because I had never >>had anything to write about. So, anyway, here's my story. I would love to >>hear from >>whoever reads this, so please send me your comments. >> >>I had been going to this gym for almost a year when the most incredible >>experience >>happened to me. The beginning part of this story is true -- it really >>happened. There >>is a point where this story becomes fantasy, I'll point that out in the >>story when we >>get to that part. >> >>I went to the gym as usual one night. When I went in, the guy who usually >>works the >>front desk was not there. Instead there were two guys I had not seen >>before. Just from >>the few moments that I interacted with them as I got my towel and locker >>key, I could >>tell that they were a couple. One of them had a tattoo on his arm -- a very >>cool Celtic >>design. His name was Michael. The other one was a littler taller; his name >>was John. >>They were a very attractive couple. >>
As Michael read the last couple of sentences, his voice raised and his speech got slower.
"Holy shit, John," Michael was dumbfounded, "He's talking about us!"
"I know," replied John. He was still stroking Michael's back with his hand. John's cock had reached its full hardness and the head of his dick was brushing against Michael's hip.
"How much of this did you read?" Michael asked.
"Just to the part where he describes himself. I remember this guy -- you'll remember him, too."
"It was the guy who looked like Ryan Seacrest, wasn't it?" Michael had now turned his head to look into John's eyes. John nodded.
"Holy shit...that guy was hot!" Michael gasped.
"That's why I've been so horned up since you got home...Keep reading, I'm dying to find out what this guy does." John gushed.
Michael continued reading.
I went into the locker room and changed. In the locker room, there are 3 >>long rows of >>lockers with benches in the middle of the row. At the end of each row, on >>both sides, >>there are full-length mirrors that run from the floor to about 6 feet in >>height. If you sit on >>the bench facing a locker, you can turn to the left or the right and see >>yourself in either >>mirror. Which is exactly what I did; I watched myself in the mirrors as I >>undressed. >> >>You see, I'm a voyeur -- I love to watch naked guys. So, in the absence of >>other guys, >>I love to watch myself in the mirror. As I slowly made my way to >>nakedness, I became >>more and more proud of my body. I have a long, lean body. Light hair on my >>legs, a >>dusting of hair on my chest. Nice, average-sized, chocolate-colored >>nipples. The hair on >>my legs and chest and pits is light blonde. The hair of my crotch bush is >>brown and I >>trim it to keep it neat. My cock looks about 4 inches when soft and hangs >>down over >>my hairless nut-sack. My cock is circumcised and it's a little over 7" >>when hard. I'm >>disappointed that my parents had me snipped; I'm fascinated by other guys >>who are >>uncut. I think that's at the root of my voyeuristic fascination -- watching >>other guys to >>see their uncut cocks. My face, well, a lot of people tell me I could pass >>for Ryan >>Seacrest's brother. You know, the host of American Idol? I have a similar >>shaped face, >>my smile is as wide as his. And we both have similar hair -- that I also >>like to keep spiked >>up in the front. All of these aspects of my body filled my eyes as I >>checked myself out in >>the mirrors. >>
John had moved his body closer to Michael's, his cock now firmly pressed against Michael's side. John's eyes were closed as he listened to Michael read the voyeur's description. He was still massaging Michael's back with one hand and gently planting kisses on parts of his shoulder. Michael was now also getting hard as he instinctively started to grind his cock into the bed.
This was as far as John had read, so now they were both discovering the story together.
I put on my speedo and took one last look in the mirror before I did my >>laps in the pool. >>I swam a little longer than I usually do and looked up to realize they >>were going to close >>soon. So, I got out, showered, and collected my things to leave. I was >>really bummed >>out, because there were not that many guys there that night, so I didn't >>really have a lot >>to look at. When I dropped off my towel and locker key at the front desk, >>only Michael >>was there. John was locking things up. We said good night to each other >>and I left. >> >>I was half-way down the street when I realized that I had left my bathing >>suit hanging in >>the shower stall. I turned around and came back to see if I could get into >>the building >>before John and Michael locked up. >>
"Holy shit!" Michael stopped reading and propped himself up higher. "Did this guy watch us fuck in the locker room?!?!?" His voice was very high-pitched and his breathing had started to get heavier. He turned to look at John. John's eyes were now open -- they were almost bugged out. His face was flushed. He was thinking the same thing.
"Oh my god, Michael." John was confused and a bit shocked, but incredibly turned on at the thought that someone may have watched them have sex. "Keep reading..." he instructed. John now was trying to look over his shoulder to see if he could read ahead.
The lights were off and the door looked locked. I thought I could rap on >>the door and get >>their attention to let me get my bathing suit. When I got to the door, I >>noticed that the >>lock was engaged, but the door did not latch. I pulled on it and it >>opened. I called out to >>John and Michael, but no one replied. So, I just went in and made my way >>to the locker >>room. >>
John and Michael now both knew what he would find in the locker room. Michael stopped reading and swallowed. He turned to look at John. Both of their faces had the same stunned but incredibly intrigued look.
"I can't believe this!" John whispered.
"I know," Michael replied. They moved toward each other and kissed softly. They broke their kiss and nuzzled each other's necks. John pulled back and said, "Keep going. I want to find out what he thought of your sexy body."
"hmmm..." Michael hadn't thought of that. He turned back to the pages and continued reading.
John propped his leg up over onto Michael's butt. His cock was still pressing against his hip, only now Michael could feel John's ballsac against his thigh. John's hairy leg was teasing Michael's smooth skin. John resumed his massage on Michael's back and brushed his cheek on his shoulder as he closed his eyes to hear what happened next.
I went into the locker room and made my way down the first row of lockers. >>This led >>directly to the shower stalls. I found my bathing suit and was heading >>back when I >>heard a sound. It was the sound of lockers moving, like someone had just >>bumped >>some lockers. Then I heard a voice. >> >>"Oh, Michael, yeah!" It must have been John. From the sounds of it, they >>must have >>been getting it on! Being a card-carrying member of the horny voyeur's >>club, I couldn't >>resist. I went to the end of the row. My cock started to harden before I >>even got there. >>I got down really low on the floor and peaked around the corner into the >>next row. >>Nothing. But, I could hear them clearer now. There was a slurping sound. >>Was Michael >>giving John a blow job? Maybe they were just kissing? The anticipation was >>killing me >>-- my cock was now at full hardness. >> >>I crawled on the floor, trying to be as quiet as possible; thank god, the >>locker room is >>carpeted! I made it to the end of the third row of lockers and peeked >>around. >> >>There they were. >> >>John was about 5'11" and about 185 lbs. He had brownish skin and dark hair >>with deep >>brown eyes you could fall into. Very sexy -- the dark handsome look. His >>dick was 8" and >>thicker than most. It was uncut -- what a thrill for me! During the time >>that I watched >>them, I got to see his purple cockhead -- yum! John's body was very hairy. >>This was such >>a contrast to Michael. >> >>Michael's entire body was smooth -- he was a shaver! He was about 5'8" and >>165 lbs. He >>had light skin, brown hair and the most beautiful green eyes. But his cock >>-- oh, man -- >>it was so sexy! It was about 5 ½" long with average thickness. But in its >>full hardness, it >>didn't stand out from his body like most guys. It got so hard that it >>stayed right up against >>his body. God, that looked so hot! He must love it when John pulls his >>cock away from his >>body and lets it go to smack back against him... >>
John couldn't resist re-creating the feeling that Toby had just described. John did love doing that to Michael, and Michael loved it when John would tease his cock in that way. John pulled off of Michael and rolled him to expose his cock. Sure enough, it was hard and pressed against his abdomen. John reached out and pulled his cock and let it smack back against Michaels stomach. The feeling was intense for Michael as he momentarily paused each time John did it. But he was determined to keep reading.
John was facing one set of lockers. His hands were apart, hanging on to >>two open locker >>doors. His legs were spread. Michael was sitting on the bench behind him. >>His face was >>buried in John's ass. I lay on my side, still watching them. I unzipped my >>pants as >>quietly as I could and shimmied them down to my ankles. I propped one knee >>up, >>spreading my legs. I reached down to my cock, spread the pre-cum that had >>already >>formed on the tip onto my hand and started stroking as I watched the two >>lovers go at it. >>
Michael and John were both overwhelmed with the realization that their secret locker room lovemaking had been discovered. Their fantasy of being watched during sex was realized -- without them knowing it until now.
Michael stopped reading, put the story to the side and turned to John. John, feeling the same heat and passion embraced Michael. Their legs entwined as their cocks and balls came together. Their mouths met in a slow, wet, slippery kiss. Their hands were roaming on each others' backs, occasionally dipping down to the other's ass or gently stroking the other's chest. They were reveling in their fulfilled double-fantasy of being watched while having sex in a locker room.
Michael stopped the kiss and struggled to reach back for the story. He handed it to John.
"Get up on you knees and lean against the wall," Michael said. John knew instantly where Michael was going with this. "And keep reading," he said as he moved to disentangle himself from John.
John moved into position, propping one hand on the top of the high headboard as he spread his knees out on the bed, opening up his ass cheeks. His cock was pointing toward the headboard, his balls dangling down. He clutched the story in his other hand as he closed his eyes momentarily to imagine himself back in the locker room, in the same position, leaning against the lockers.
Michael moved behind John and without any warning drove his face into John's ass. His tongue made its way to John's asshole and just simply attacked it.
"ohhhhh!" John moaned and moved his ass back to get more of Michael's tongue inside him. He closed his eyes and he was back in the locker room. It was the same hot, pistoning tongue action Michael had attacked him with that night. Only this time, John knew that Toby had been watching them.
John was thrown for a bit as he absorbed the tongue lashing that Michael was giving him. Michael had zeroed in on John's hole and had positioned his lips around the edges of his rosebud. He made his tongue as rigid as he could and started fucking his hole with his tongue. He was going in as deep as he could and then pulling out all the way. He was going as fast as he could, never giving John a chance to recover from the driving force of his tongue before the next stab was upon him. This was the same hard, fast rim job that Michael had given John that night. He continued it for a while, fantasizing that Toby was watching what he was doing to his lover.
Both boys were more randy than ever before, imagining themselves back in the locker room. Michael -- wanting to know what else their horny voyeur saw -- slowed it down a bit. He started kissing and licking Michael's ass, getting dangerously close to his hole, but not touching it. It gave John a chance to recover. He ground his hips into Michael's face, trying to get him to touch his hole, but with no success. He decided to continue reading. He brought the pages up and with a hint of exhilaration in his voice continued the story.
I stayed like that for a while, watching Michael eat out his lover's ass >>with abandon. I was >>so charged by the scene, that I felt myself ready to cum. I stroked a >>little faster, making >>a bit of a slick sound that was too soft for them to hear. I put the tip >>of my cock against >>the hard metal at the end of the row of lockers and started to cum. I >>watched John writhe >>in delight with what Michael was doing to him as I shot against the side >>of the lockers. >>
John paused and closed his eyes. He imagined two little eyes near the floor at the end of the row where the lockers ended. He imagined Toby losing his load as he stroked himself off watching them. The excitement in John was intense as he remembered that night. His cock had never been harder, the pre-cum had never flowed so much.
He came back from the memory and continued the story.
I lay there and watched them for the next hour as they made love in >>several positions. >>Their passion was obvious as they stimulated each other. I came two more >>times as I >>lay there and watched the sexual scenes unfold before me. >> >>Finally, after each had made the other cum they made their way to the >>showers. I lay >>there for a minute trying to imprint the scenes that I had just witnessed >>in my brain. >>I reached for a towel someone had left on the bench and cleaned the tip of >>my cockhead >>off. I looked at the side of the lockers. There were three loads of cum >>blasted against >>the metal side. It was dripping down onto the carpet; I threw the towel >>there to cover it. >>I got up, pulled up my pants, grabbed my speedo and left. >> >>During their lovemaking, there was one point -- where I came for the second >>time -- >>where their position was so hot, I imagined myself joining them in their >>sexual escapade. >>This is the part of the story where reality ends and fantasy begins. This >>part never >>happened, but I wish it did. >>
John stopped reading. Michael popped his head up from eating out John's ass.
"Holy Shit! He's going to tell us his fantasy and act it out with us... This is so fucking hot!" John erupted. Michael was in complete agreement.
"We're going to have to act this out..." Michael said, almost to himself. John was already thinking the same thing.
John just kept reading. As he did, Michael and he moved into the positions described in the story.
At one point, Michael was on the bench. He was on his stomach, his legs >>were straddling >>the bench. He was facing away from me, his arms dangling and reaching the >>floor. His >>head was turned facing the lockers further away from me, the side of his >>face resting >>on the bench. From my angle of view, I could see his ballsac hanging down >>with his >>bald asshole exposed for me to see. His cock was not visible -- it was >>completely hard, >>up against his stomach. >> >>But I could also see Michael in the reflection of the mirror at the end of >>the row. So, >>I had a front view of him as well. John got behind Michael and he also >>straddled the >>bench. He buried his face in Michael's ass and started to rim him out. >>
Michael started to move into position as John read. There is a low bench that Michael and John have at the end of their bed; it runs the width of their bed. They usually use it to sit on when putting on their shoes or changing their clothes. Michael moved the padded bench away from the bed and turned it, so the narrow end of the bench was lined up with the bed. Michael straddled the bench with his legs and leaned his upper body onto the bed. This gave John room on the bench to straddle it -- just like in the locker room -- and have access to Michael's ass.
John left the story on the bed and got on the bench behind Michael. He remembered rimming Michael on the bench that night in the locker room. He became especially aware, now, of how his ass was up in the air and his cheeks were spread wide open. If Toby was on the floor looking at the angle he described in the story, he would have been able to see John's asshole very clearly. Knowing that, he spread his legs as he straddled the bench, like he did that night. He tried to expose as much of his ass crack as he could, as if Toby were watching him now.
He looked at Michael's smooth ass. It looked so beautiful to John. He remembered thinking the same thing that night in the locker room. How the skin looked so soft and naked. How he just wanted to caress it and make love to his ass flesh with his mouth and tongue. John moved in and started to repeat the gentle kisses and soft tongue licks as he did that night in the locker room.
"Oh, John... Yes!... Make love to my ass," Michael moaned into the bed sheets. It was the same thing he had said that night when John started to rim him on the locker room bench. Michael forgot about the story for a moment and soaked in the feelings of John's tongue and lips on his ass.
John established a rhythm -- very slow, very deliberate -- of gentle licks over Michael's asshole. Starting from below the hole and ending just above it, John would slide his tongue slowly over the hole. He applied just a little pressure, not poking into the hole, but just gently sliding his saliva over it. He continued his cruelly soft licking just as he had that night in the locker room. Both boys were so turned on -- John from rimming Michael's ass, Michael from the expert rim job John was giving them. But the excitement was heightened as both of them remembered that night and now imagined Toby watching them make love.
It took Michael a while to pull himself back and try to continue the story. He was so lost in what John was doing, but he wanted to find out what Toby wanted to do next. He fought the urge to just lose himself in John's lips and tongue and opened his eyes. He pulled the story close and tried to read. He found where he left off and read ahead a little bit.
"Oh, baby," Michael said, "he can see your asshole -- he thinks it's hot!"
"mm-hm," John acknowledged without interrupting his rim job. He had already been imagining that, but now knowing that Toby was watching his asshole, got him charged up. He pulled his face back a bit.
"Read it out loud, babe -- What does Toby see? What does he want to do to us?" John spoke. His breath washed over Michael's ass crack, his mouth was so close. He started licking again, as Michael started reading again.
Michael told John to make love to his ass and John did. From my angle, I >>could now >>see John from behind. His ass was spread wide. His ass crack was hairy and >>inviting. >>His asshole was puckering and un-puckering as he ate out his lover's ass. >>John's ass >>was very hot! His cock was hard and there was some pre-cum dripping from >>it. I saw >>a drop of it fall from his cock tip and land on the bench. >>
John's asshole had already been opening and closing with the tongue strokes he had been giving to Michael. Only now he imagined Toby watching his asshole clench and relax; he was now conscious of what his asshole was involuntarily doing. He started to lick Michael a little bit faster with his increased excitement.
Michael paused for a moment, feeling John increase his rhythm. He swallowed and blew air through his pursed lips. He collected himself and continued reading.
I was so turned on by John's appealing asshole. It was like it was calling >>to me. I'm >>a voyeur, I love to watch. But this was too inviting for me to pass up. I >>decided then, >>that I had to get a closer look, maybe even touch that beautiful target. >>
Michael paused, then said, "He's coming for your ass, baby."
John barely moved his mouth and spoke right into Michael's asshole, "Oh yeah, it's ready for him."
Michael continued reading.
I slipped my shoes off and then my pants. I went into the next row of >>lockers and pulled >>off my shirt and socks. I was now naked. I leaned against the cold metal >>at the end of >>the lockers and peeked around the corner. I could see Michael's head in >>the reflection of >>the mirror. It was turned toward the lockers, and I think his eyes were >>closed. There >>would be no way for him to see me if I stepped into view. And John's mouth >>was deep >>inside Michael's ass. I could see his eyes in the reflection of the >>mirror, but they were >>closed. >>
Hearing this, John closed his eyes. He began to anticipate what might be coming next as he continued his tongue bath of Michael's ass.
I slowly inched closer to John. I was fixated on his ass. My cock was hard >>again and >>was pointing the way for me as I quietly stepped closer. I'm certain that >>I didn't make >>any noise, but somehow, John sensed I was there. His eyes opened; he >>looked into the >>mirror. His eyes met mine in the reflection of the mirror. He looked at my >>hard cock >>pointing at him; he looked back into my eyes. His eyes opened wide in >>shock. He kept >>eating Michael's ass -- I don't think he knew what to do. I put my finger >>to my lips, telling >>him to be quiet -- not to tell Michael that I was there. He didn't stop >>licking Michael, he >>just stared at me in the mirror. I took that as acceptance and moved >>closer to the two >>lovers. >>
"If Toby had come out and showed himself would you have told me?" Michael asked.
John didn't know if he would, so he deflected the question back to Michael. He slurped as he came away from Michael's ass. "Would you have wanted to know he was there?" he shot back.
Michael didn't know if he would have wanted to know, so he didn't answer and kept reading. John went back to sliding his tongue in Michael's ass crack.
I got behind John; our eyes never broke contact. I straddled the bench and >>sat down >>behind him. I started to lean down, my face getting closer to his >>puckering hole. >>I could see the terror in his eyes as he knew what I was going to do. He >>couldn't >>stop me or he would have shown Michael that he knew I was there. My hands >>touched his ass cheeks. His eyes fluttered but he never looked away from >>me. >>I momentarily looked down at his asshole; it was a few inches from my >>lips. It was >>beautiful. I looked back into John's eyes in the mirror. I pursed my lips >>and blew softly >>into his ass crack. >> >>John moaned and started eating Michael's ass harder. >>
John was imaging that Toby's face was at his ass at that moment; he could almost feel the air breeze into his ass crack. "Mmmm," he moaned and started to get more aggressive with Michael's ass. His tongue was now pressing against Michael's hole, poking and prodding his asshole as he flicked his tongue.
"Oh, John... yeah..." Michael sighed. He closed his eyes and laid his head to the side. His thoughts took him back to the locker room where Michael ate him out. Only now Toby was behind John ready to eat his ass out.
Michael reveled in the feelings for a bit and then managed to gather himself and continue reading.
John's eyes watched me in the mirror as I positioned my mouth above his >>ass crack >>and pursed my lips. A glob of spit dropped from my mouth and dripped into >>John's >>ass. It landed on the hair just above his hole and got stuck there. It >>spread a bit, but >>did not go any further. I worked more spit up in my mouth and let another >>dribble of >>spit drop. This time it mixed with the last glob and slowly slipped over >>John's hole. >> >>After I watched his hole become covered in my spit, I looked back to his >>reflection. >>His eyes were closed now and he was trying to keep from making noise. >> >>I moved my face down and worked my tongue into his hole. I slid the spit >>around and >>around tickling his rosebud. I poked at his hole and flicked my tongue up >>and down >>until his ass crack was slick with my spit. >>
John was now grinding his hips, imagining that Toby was rimming his ass.
Michael, keeping his eyes closed and face down on the bench said, "Baby, >>please..." >>"I want to feel you inside me." >> >>John lifted his face from Michael's ass and slid on the bench away from my >>aggressive >>tongue. >> >>I sat up and looked at John's face in the mirror. He looked desperate as >>he shook his >>head, mouthed the words, Please, no!', and tried to wave me off with his >>hand. >> >>I sat back on the bench and put my hands in the air, as if to say, OK, >>I'll back off'. >> >>I sat there and watched as he turned back to his lover and positioned his >>cockhead at >>Michael's hole. In one, smooth thrust, he sank his dick into Michael's >>tight ass. >>
Upon hearing this, John moved up and entered Michael in one long, deep thrust. Michael closed his eyes and moaned, "Oooooh, yeah," as he felt John's hairy abdomen, and ballsac meet with his hairless body. Michael loved to feel John's hair tickle his smooth skin while they made love. John pulled his cock out and started to slowly long-dick Michael. Once the rhythm was established, Michael was able to start reading again.
I had a front row view of John long-dicking his lover. I watched as he >>slowly got into >>the rhythm and closed his eyes. I had indicated to John that I was going >>to back off, >>but I had no intention of doing so. I positioned my hand so that when John >>was almost >>all the way out of Michael, my thumb would touch his asshole and my >>fingers could graze >>his ballsac. The first time my thumb and fingers came into contact with >>him, he paused >>ever so slightly and then thrust back in. The next time, his eyes opened >>and he looked >>at my reflection in the mirror. He looked frightened again. >> >>I brought my other hand up to my mouth and placed a finger over my lips >>again, >>reminding him not to give me away to Michael. He shook his head. But on >>the next out >>stroke, when his asshole came into contact with my thumb, I pressed >>against the hole. >>He paused, swallowed, and then hung his head down in defeat. He thrust >>back into >>Michael, but then was right back again for more from my thumb. >>
John continued to long-dick Michael in a slow, leisurely pace. His legs were spread as wide as he could. His asshole was spread open and exposed each time he came all the way out of Michael. John was imagining Toby tickling his hole with his thumb each time he pulled out.
John had gone back into his rhythm -- long slow stroke all the way into >>Michael, long >>slow stroke out, lingering there to feel my thumb press at his hole, then >>long slow >>stroke back into Michael. He had closed his eyes again. He got comfortable >>with me >>being there, working his hole, which is what I was waiting for. On the >>next in stroke, >>I pulled my hand away and moved forward on the bench. I positioned my >>cockhead >>right where my thumb was and waited for him to pull out of Michael. >>
"Oh, baby, he's going to fuck you," Michael said.
John moaned in anticipation, "mmm" and continued his thrusts.
When he pulled out, his rosebud kissed the tip of my cock. He lingered for >>a second and >>then sank back into Michael. The next time he pulled out, my cock hit his >>hole again. >>This time he opened his eyes to look at me in the mirror. He knew my cock >>was at his >>hole, waiting to enter. He had a look of terror on his face. He shook his >>head again, >>and mouthed the word, `Please!'. I smiled at him and nodded my head -- >>telling him that >>he had no choice, I was going to fuck him. >> >>This was his last chance, he could have told Michael I was there. Instead, >>he closed his >>eyes again and hung his head. He continued with the next thrust into >>Michael. >>
John hadn't realized it, but his long-dicking of Michael started to get a little bit faster. He was imagining Toby's cockhead, waiting to enter him.
I moved up on the bench -- enough so that my cock would enter him on the >>next out >>stroke. When he pulled out of Michael, his asshole came in contact with my >>cockhead. >>He stopped short of pulling all the way out of Michael. He hesitated and >>then pushed >>back into Michael. On the next out stroke, his asshole came into contact >>with me again. >>I watched his face twist in agony as he struggled internally with the >>decision to take my >>cock up his ass. He fought the urge again and slid his cock back into >>Michael. >>
John began mimicking this behavior -- only pulling partially out of Michael. He tried to imagine the feeling of Toby's cockhead pressing at his hole.
Michael continued reading.
Michael sensed that something was wrong. He lifted his head, opened his >>eyes, and >>looked in the mirror. He saw his lover's eyes squeezed closed. And then he >>looked at me. >>A look of astonishment, shock, and then understanding swept over his face. >>I was caught. >>What would Michael do? >> >>He smiled at me. I smiled back. He closed his eyes and lay his head back >>down on the >>bench. >> >>John pulled out of Michael again and hesitated as my cockhead pressed at >>his hole again. >>Then Michael spoke. >> >>"John, baby. Pull all the way out. It's okay. I want you to." Michael said >>very softly. >> >>John didn't know what to do, so he slid back into Michael again. >> >>"Fuck me, John. Feel every inch slide in." Michael whispered. It was >>unclear whether >>he was talking about every inch of John's cock or every inch of my cock. >>Either way, >>it was permission from Michael. And John took advantage of it. On the next >>out >>stroke, my cockhead pierced John's ass and my cockhead slipped inside -- >>just until >>the edge of my mushroom head was swallowed up. >> >>John moaned, "ooooh", as my head spread his hole open. >>
John pulled all the way out of Michael and imagined Toby entering his asshole. He paused for a second and then started his thrusting again, going faster than before. It took Michael a few minutes to adjust to the new rhythm; he was able to continue reading the story. Only now his breathing was a bit labored.
John paused with my cockhead trapped in his asshole. As he moved forward >>to thrust >>into Michael, I followed him. My cockhead stayed in his hole as my thighs >>and hips >>moved forward with him and he sank his cock back into Michael. Now I had >>John where >>I wanted him. The next time he withdrew from Michael, my cock would sink >>into him. >>John knew this and he hesitated. >>
In their bedroom, Michael stopped reading and closed his eyes. As they were acting out the scene Michael was reading, John had become lost in the fantasy. His cock was now buried deep inside Michael. Michael could feel John's hairy body against his smooth skin -- a feeling that he loved. Michael had been making a valiant attempt at continuing to read the story as John's dick worked its magic inside him. Now, with John all the way inside Michael, John hesitated -- as in the story -- trying to enact the scenario as he heard it. Michael was so turned on by what he was reading that he had to close his eyes and imagine Toby's cockhead stuck inside his lover's ass. The thought that all John had to do was slide his cock out of him and John would be impaled on Toby's cock overwhelmed him.
"Take his cock, baby," Michael whispered to John.
John waited only a second. He pushed the muscles in his asshole open as best he could. He slid his cock out and tried to imagine Toby's hard, warm cock sliding into him. He groaned in excitement as his cock slid out of Michael, "aaahhh, mmmm".
John began thrusting in and out of Michael at a slower pace, as if Toby's cock were actually working his hole. Michael was able to collect himself after about 10 minutes and he continued reading the story.
Michael knew that John was hesitating because my cockhead was implanted in >>his >>asshole. >> >>"Pull out, baby. It's OK." Michael prompted John. John steeled himself and >>pulled out >>of Michael. I watched as my cock slid slowly into John's asshole. >> >>"AAAHHH, OH FUCK! AAAHHHH!" John screamed. >> >>My cock disappeared inside him as the tightness wrapped around my shaft. >>The hair of >>my bush mingled with the hair on John's ass. >> >>John stayed there for a moment. I felt his ass muscles squeeze my cock a >>little tighter. >>Then he pushed forward. My cock slowly started to appear again, sliding >>out of John's >>ass as John's cock sank deeply into Michael. >> >>"Oh, yeah, baby," Michael moaned. >> >>"Oh, fuck," John panted. >> >>John paused with my cockhead throbbing just inside his asshole, his own >>cock buried >>to the hilt inside Michael. I watched him in the mirror. He hunched over >>Michael, >>braced himself with his arms, opened his mouth, threw back his head, and >>started to >>pull back. My cock went in faster this time, John's ass swallowing me >>willingly now. >>I could hear the slick sounds of my cock and John's cock as they slid into >>and out of >>their respective tight holes. And then my cock was buried inside John >>again. >> >>John established a teasingly slow rhythm as he moved his hips back and >>forth between >>me and Michael. >> >>I closed my eyes from the sensations and realized -- I was fucking John >>while he was >>fucking his lover! >>
As Michael read that last statement, the sensations of the moment overpowered John. Michael could feel him start the familiar thrusting that leads up to John's orgasm.
"huh...huh...huh.." John grunted with each thrust.
"Take all of his cock, baby...yeah, let him fuck you..." Michael was moaning to John.
With that, John lost it. He thrust deep into Michael and started to cum. On each thrust inside Michael, he would spurt deep inside him. His rhythm was so fast now that he would pull all the way out and thrust back inside just as the next spurt was upon him. He grunted with each spurt, "ungh...ungh...ungh..." as he came.
As John's orgasm started, Michael squeezed the muscles in his ass, enhancing John's pleasure. Michael could feel the pulsing of John's cock as he emptied his load inside him.
Finally spent, John collapsed on top of Michael and started kissing him on the neck. He slid his slippery cock out of Michael as he continued kissing down his back. He reached Michael's ass cheeks. He kissed one, then the other -- then he rolled Michael over.
Michael forgot about the story as he dropped the papers. The pages crumpled as he rolled over them; he could feel them crinkling and ripping under him.
John looked at Michael's cock -- it was as hard as he'd ever seen it. It was pressed painfully hard against Michael's own abdomen.
"You really wanted Toby to fuck me, didn't you?" John asked as he looked into Michael's eyes.
Michael looked away. There was a moment where he did want that for John -- for John to be inside him while Toby was working his cock into John. "Yes," he half-mumbled without looking at John.
John smiled. "I love you," he said. And then he dove onto Michael's cock. He pulled the hard shaft away from Michael's body, toward his open mouth. With one long, slow slide, he took the shaft into his mouth. With a ravenousness Michael had never seen in him, John attacked Michael's cock with his mouth and tongue.
He deep-throated him, trapping Michael's cockhead on the edge of his throat. Then John swallowed to enhance the feeling. To Michael, it felt like someone was taking little nibbles on the tip of his cockhead.
"Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh..." Michael cried with each swallow.
John pulled back and flicked his tongue all over the head; saliva was dribbling down Michael's cock shaft as John's mouth worked the head over.
"mmm...mmm..." Michael whined in a high-pitched voice through his clenched teeth each time John's tongue flicked at his sensitive spot. Each sound came out as he exhaled. And he inhaled through his nose in between.
John's hand came up and roughly man-handled Michael's nipples as John deep-throated him again. He pinched and twisted them -- the way he knew Michael liked it. This time as Michael's cockhead slid into the opening of John's throat, Michael cried out.
"Oh, baby, I'm cumming!" Michael screamed.
John clamped down with his throat; he felt like he was going to choke and pass out, but didn't release Michael's cock from his throat. John felt Michael's nipples harden. Then he felt Michael's cockhead swell as the first spurt squirted directly down John's throat.
"Ohhhhh...," Michael whispered. The soft sound he made as he started to cum belied the incredible sensations of his orgasm. His head was swinging back and forth, ripping the story pages.
John gagged a bit on the first spurt. He let the head slip forward and slide back into his mouth. John felt the second spurt of Michael's orgasm hit the roof of his mouth.
"Ohhhh...," Michael sighed again.
John started to swallow Michael's cum as the next spurt came out.
John milked Michael's cock, working his nipples and flicking his tongue wildly. He continued to swallow Michael's cum. Michael softly sighed with each spurt as his body spasmed in reaction to John's flicking tongue.
Michael's orgasm subsided. John sucked gently on his cockhead to drain the last of the cum. Michael's cock slipped out of John's mouth as he pulled back.
"Smack!" Michael's cock -- still hard -- smacked back onto his abdomen. Michael's body jumped slightly with the shock.
John swallowed a couple times. He watched Michael, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. John climbed on top of Michael, the pages of the story ripping and crumpling underneath them. They embraced and kissed. Soft, gentle, pecks. Michael's hands came up and held John's face by the cheeks as their lips met and gently mingled.
Breaking their kiss, John lay his head down on Michael's chest. They lay their for a while, Michael's chest lifting and dropping John's head. John's hand came up and lay on Michael's bare chest.
"What happened to the rest of the story?" John playfully asked.
Michael laughed. John's head bounced up and down as he did.
"I don't think we're going to be able to read the rest of the story." Michael chuckled as he said.
"We'll print it out for tomorrow," John decided. And Michael closed his eyes and embraced his lover.