Voyeur No More

 Near Home—January, 2025

 

As satisfying as the sex had been with Kieran, I went to the nearest bookstore the next day.  I was still fascinated by the influx of new men to the theatre in my time away.  And they all seemed so much more comfortable to play in the group space. 

I chatted with the loquacious clerk for a bit and went into the dark room.  The video playing was in the middle of a candlelit scene involving some light bondage—I had to move carefully to find my chair…

 

I look around before opening my fly.  This Friday afternoon is sparse.  I see a man in the darkest corner, but can’t make out details.  There is one white man to my left, sitting against the side wall.  He is a large man, around my age.  His head keeps turning, as he watches both videos.  Very near the gay screen is the Mexican who always wants to get fucked, but never cleans out.

I unbutton and stroke.  The video gets lighter.  I can see the man in the corner is the Voyeur, the first time I’ve seen him since my return to Michigan.  (When I first met him, I was the only man he let suck his dick—otherwise he just watched and jerked.  Over the months I’ve known him, he’s become much more open about letting others suck him, too.  But he is incredibly selective about who they might be.)  We nod to each other and he pulls out his phone.

The door opens.  It is a young Latino who I don’t recognize.  He is under 35, and a cub on his way to becoming a bear.  He nods to me, but makes a beeline to the Voyeur.  He sits next to him.  The Voyeur opens his pants.  He shows off his dick and soon the Latino strips off his winter coat and is on his knees.  I hear the Voyeur sigh.

I look back at the screen.  The straight porn has gotten really hot with two men trading off on the three holes of a young woman.  They don’t just fuck her; they use her for their pleasure.  And they don’t seem to mind if their dicks or balls touch the other man’s as they do it.

I hear movement over at the blow job.  The Voyeur has bent forward and is whispering something to the Cub.  He nods before going back to work on the Voyeur. 

I watch the video.  The Cub is suddenly standing next to me.  “He wants to watch me suck your cock,” he whispers.  “May I?”

“Sure.”

He kneels in front of me.  He’s good.  The Voyeur gets up and for a moment I think he’s going to feed me his wet dick.  But instead, he sits in the chair next to me, watching my dick be swallowed to the root.  His hand begins to move on his own cock.

This is too much for the Mexican.  He gets up and comes over to watch, too.  His pants are open as he jerks to the scene.  Soon his other hand slides down the waistband at the back and begins fingering his ass.

The Voyeur stands up.  I assume he wants another turn with this hot mouth.  But no, he rolls a condom onto his cock.  The Mexican drops his pants and bends, supporting himself on the seat of the chair one away from me.  The Voyeur pushes into his butt and fucks him.  Hard and fast.  My cocksucker takes a mini break to watch the fuck—but soon he’s back on my prick.  I have never seen the Voyeur use someone’s ass here or in the old set-up with the two separate rooms. 

He slaps the Mexican’s ass and picks up the speed even more.   From the sounds he makes, I assume he shoots into the rubber.  He goes off to the restroom to wash, the Mexican trailing behind him.  I concentrate on the man.  I rub his shoulders and tell him I like his mouth.  I hear the restroom door close—and soon the sounds of fucking coming from there.

The Latino’s phone dings.  He comes up for air, apologizes and says he needs to check it.  What ever the message is, it sends him scurrying out the door.

I stroke my wet dick.

I hear the restroom door open.  The Mexican leaves.  The Voyeur comes back, grinning and sits back in the dark corner.  I go take a piss and yes, there is another condom wrapper on the floor.  I may have to rename the Voyeur…

*

It’s been a quiet 15 minutes.  The large man, who paid little attention to the sex happening in front of him, has left.  The door keeps opening.  We have three new men in the room.  All new to me.  The Voyeur can’t stop looking at the tallest of them.  He’s white, 35-ish, with buzzed hair on top and a long hipster beard.  He has taken out a nice 7 incher to stroke.  The Voyeur gets up and moves to sit next to him.  They talk in low tones.  Soon they are stroking each other.  And stroking.  And stroking.

I try to catch the eye of either of the new arrivals.  But they only have eyes for each other.  Soon a noisy exchange of blowjobs is happening behind me.

And still the Voyeur and the bearded man are stroking.  Finally, the Voyeur excuses himself, shrugs his shoulders at me and takes off.

The bearded man is focused on my dick, not the porn.  I wait for some indication he’d like me to join him.  Finally, he nods.  I go over and sit.

“I love your dick…but I don’t suck,” he whispers.

“I am more than happy to do you…”

But he cuts me off with a shake of his head.  “I am not looking for oral.”

He reaches for my cock.  He knows how to use his hand, it is light and nice, not the death grip I get so often.  I do the same for him.  And we stroke and stroke.  It’s nice, but…come on, I need more.  I deliberated swipe a pearl of precum off his dick and make a show of tasting it.  He grins, but does not return the favor.

The two men who were trading blow jobs are still at it.  I love hearing the wet sounds of their sex.

The door opens.  A man I know quite well from here, who has taken care of me with both his mouth and his ass, walks in.  He sits in the chair I vacated to stroke the bearded man.  In moments, he comes over to me. 

“May I?”

I nod.  He goes to his knees and begins to suck.  The bearded man is not offended.  He is entranced.  I stop stroking him to ruffle the hair of the guy on my dick.  Bearded Man grabs his cock and begins a stronger jerk.

The guy on my dick goes to my balls.  He gets them very wet.  He pauses to take a hit of poppers.  He passes them up to me.  I take a hit as he sucks my balls carefully into his mouth.  He works his tongue up my shaft, just as the fumes are hitting.

I can’t quite believe I’m about to unload in his mouth.  “You want it?”

The sucker grunts an affirmative.  The Bearded Man strokes faster.  I begin shooting down the throat of the cocksucker.  For having shot the day before, I am surprised at the volume exploding out of my cock.  He swallows it all, cleaning me up when I’m done.

“That’s the first time I’ve swallowed your load,” he grins, as he comes up for air.  “It’s usually in my ass!”

This makes the Bearded Man jerk faster.  But he doesn’t use either willing mouth.  He just keeps jerking…as I leave and the sucker goes to explore the sex happening with the other two guys in the back corner…