Voyeur

My Playroom—October, 2016

I kept the playroom really busy in October.   The next man to visit was Mikey, the Breeder’s brother.  Mikey hadn’t been out to my side of the state for far too long.  It was an intense, passionate session.  It seemed that we couldn’t stop rimming each other.  I did him on the fuck bench.  He rimmed me in the sling.  We took turns under the rimseat.  We did stop long enough for me to fuck him, of course.  To fuck and breed him. 

Mikey sent a really perceptive text about the experience, when he was about halfway home.  And nope—I’m not going to share that at all…

*****

The next man to come through the door was the return of Judd.  (Late 20’s with a shaved head.  Pale, wtih a shoulder tat—a skull—and a forearm tat— a dagger dripping blood. Thin and lithe, maybe 5’6”, 150 pounds). He had been just been to the playroom in late September.  It was a little fast to return—but we both had the free time.  And there was an little added extra.

I sent him a text:  “Judd—feel free to say no to this, but I have a guy who wants to watch me have sex.  I didn’t tell him who you were.  Would you be ok if he sat on the bed and jerked while we played?”

“No problem.  Do I know him?”

I sent him the young man’s profile name.

“I know him,” Judd wrote back.  “He’s the younger brother of a guy I dated.  That is still cool.”

I was amazed.  They both showed up, driving separately, at almost the same moment.  They met on the doorstep.  They said no more than a couple of words to each other—and they still agreed to do it.  The Voyeur looked cute enough:  short, dark, and rather fem.  I took him up to the playroom while Judd cleaned up a little…

“You can sit on the bed.  You can jerk off if you want to.”

“I couldn’t.  I’ll be too nervous.”

“I thought that was the point”

He just shrugs.

“Just know you can’t interrupt us.  Ok?”

He nods.  And Judd comes into the room to strip.  I get out of my robe, wearing a grungy jock and combat boots.  Judd mutters a “Good to see you” to the younger man.  Then he is naked and kneeling in front of my extending pouch.  He mouths the material and gets me hard.  My cock juts out the side of the jock.

“Jeez…” mutters the guy on the bed.

I face fuck Judd.  Showing off.  The young man’s eyes never leave us.

“Up on the bench,” I tell Judd.  His ass is pointing right at the Voyeur.  I kneel and eat him out—rather roughly.  I stand and send a stream of piss onto Judd’s ass crack.  This causes a gasp from our audience.  And another as he watches me lick it off.

I stand up to fuck.  Judd thrusts back on me.  He’s showing off, too.  I realize the young man can’t see anything now—but my ass fucking into Judd.  I slow the pace, pull out and offer my ass juice flavored cock to Judd.  In full view of the boy he cleans me off avidly.  The Voyeur touches himself through his jeans.

I fuck some more.  “Let’s change to the sling.”  I move a chair around so the Voyeur is sitting where he can see everything.  Judd gets into the sling…an old hand at it now.  His feet find the stirrups unaided by me. 

I eat his hole.  I stand up.  The Voyeur eyes grow wide as he watches my bare cock slap Judd’s balls then poke its drooling head into his ass.  “You like taking me raw, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.  Fuck me with that naked fuck stick.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing at his bad porn talk.   But it’s working on the Voyeur.  He is actively kneading his crotch now.

I fuck.

I pull out and send an arc of piss onto Judd’s chest.  He rubs it into his pec and treasure trail, taking his piss covered hand to jerk his dick.  He flails his hand on his cock faster and faster.  The Voyeur is squeezing his crotch in tempo with Judd’s hand.

Judd’s cum flies—hitting him on the chin and the rest puddles between his pecs.  I fake an orgasm…I’m nowhere near ready to shoot.  But I know Judd won’t be able to continue.

“Well?”  I ask, turning to the young man—leaving my dick in Judd’s ass.

“That…that was intense,” he falters.  His hand is covering his crotch which looks darker than the rest of the pale denim.  I’m pretty sure he’s shot a load. 

The Voyeur thanks me and scampers out of the room.  I follow him downstairs, my cock swinging, to make sure he leaves…but he’s out the door before I get down the steps.