Seeing them naked stopped us in our tracks. Charlie showed me how to use the scope and I was able to watch them in close up.
I could see them in detail, their lips kissing, their hands wandering, fondling each other’s balls and cocks. They moved into the 69 position, on their sides at first and then one of them was on his back.
I saw his hands on his partner’s bum, gripping his cheeks, holding them apart and then his head pressing between them and, although his head blocked the view, it was clear he was rimming him. In my mind’s eye I could picture his tongue licking the outside of his anus and then probing inside.
My own cock was solid.
It was like watching an early silent movie, a highly erotic one.
Charlie was watching too through a pair of binoculars
I was bent down with my eye on the scope.
He was right behind me and I could feel his cock, solid and moist with pre-cum, against my bum.
Then he put the binoculars away and I felt his fingers massaging my buttocks and then that first careful brush of one finger on my anus.
I moaned quietly
Charlie moved away for a moment and when he was back he had brought some lubrication and was rubbing it around my hole and inside.
His finger penetrated me with ease.
Although I was still able to see the two gay lovers below, now I began to concentrate on the sensations in my own bum,
I moved my hips encouraging Charlie
I was ready for his cock and I whispered ‘Fuck me Charlie’
And so he did,
I forgot about the guys below.
I gripped the desk, spread my legs and gave myself to Charlie.
He buggered me with slow deeply penetrating movements.
His cock was quite long but not thick so it was all so easy.
The physical sensation was matched, enhanced even, by my mind knowing what was happening
I was being fucked, buggered by an old gay man.
I felt deliciously, wickedly queer.
I moaned and sighed as he thrust in and out of me.
I imagined I was on that gay bed below and I was being watched by a huge audience of men, all aroused, masturbating and sucking each other, excited by the sight of Charlie buggering me,
What goes on in the mind is for me such a crucial element of sex,
Charlie was grunting now, his movements faster, his grip on my hips tighter.
I sensed that he was close.
‘I want your cum in me’ I said.
And as he thrust faster and faster I became inarticulate, mumbling, ‘yes, yes, fuck, fuck, cunt, take me’
And then Charlie groaned and rammed his cock deep inside me and stayed there, embedded in me, his cum silently spilling out of his cock into my bum. |
