Voyeur

First Encounter

Journal of a Voyeur

Well, here it is at last. Most all of this was taken from my Journal. I had never tried journaling in my entire life. But as my life suddenly changed so dramatically, so quickly, I felt compelled to somehow put my thoughts into words. For the most part, I simply took the journal pages and typed them into a kind of story form. Not sure if it works. Can’t believe I am sharing this!

Journal Entry: This is my first attempt at trying to write in a journal. I am attempting to chronicle and make some sense of the events of the last few days. We’ll see how long I end up doing this!

Note: The very first part of this section I added later as kind of a literary device for the story flow but the journaling started back when I first met the boys. It all happened, just not in this order.

7:30 in the morning. I stand, leaning against the door jam of my apartment, drinking my second cup of coffee and waiting. I was in my jogging shoes, shorts, no shirt, ready to launch myself out onto my morning run.

But I wait. I looked over to Condo Unit 813 right across from us and smiled. How much had changed in such a short time.

Suddenly, the door of the condo bursts open and the two occupants emerge wearing what could only politely be called “college grunge-casual”. The two glance up and smiled. “Off for your morning run, Mr. B?” Brian said. I was Mr. B on school days. On the weekends and on downtime I was …

“Yep,” I reply, “I just wanted to make sure you two reprobates got off to school on time. You get that paper finished, Chris? And you, I believe, have a major test this morning,” I said, whirling around and pointing at Brian.

“Hey,” Chris chimed in, “just because your kids are all grown and have escaped the Gulag doesn't mean you get to pick on us all the time,” he said, smiling broadly. “Yeah, go find some other young stallions to brood over,” Brian adds with a wink.

“Stallions, eh..? I'd say two young squealing piglets with a bad case of sex-overdrive is more like it.... do you ever lay a hand on that apartment of yours in between your hands being all over each other!”

“That's just not fair, Mr. B!” Chris retorted, “ a lot more than our hands are involved! We'll be back by 5:00. Want to go out for another quick run with us then?”

“You know it,” I reply and smile back at them as they head toward their car. Our apartments are on the first floor with an open walkway system so I watch them, admiringly, as they walk all the way to the parking lot, get into their car and drive off.

“Time to get this run going,” I say to myself. Down the walkway and turning right, in moments I was on the running/bike path that passed by our Apartment. Late September and still relatively hot and humid even at 7:45!

The sweat begins to cover my body giving it a slight sheen. I look down at myself as I run. Hard to believe that less than two years ago, I could barely walk a block! Well, maybe not that bad...but.

At 55 back then and recently semi-retired (my career had been spectacularly successful), I stood just over 6 feet but weighed 220 pounds.... and it was not muscle!

I had what is known as an apple shape; the most dangerous. Just a little fat on the rest of my body; much of it out in front and in my stomach! I could hold it in with effort but rarely did.

Now I weighed 185, slim, and pretty well muscled. I am especially proud of my pecs, biceps and abs! I smiled again. Off my blood pressure and arthritis meds! Feeling 25 years younger. With my olive skin, few wrinkles, and dark hair with only some flecks of grey, I look maybe 15 years younger. I owed it all to Chris and Brian, I thought.

As the endorphins finally kick in, I let my body take over the route and begin a serious reverie session, thinking back to the first, incredible day I met them.

7:00 in the morning at the very beginning of May, 16 months ago. My wife Beth had left for work. At 52 she was nowhere near ready to retire. We had recently moved to Wilmington to be near our daughter and son-in-law and their new son- - our grandson! Our first! At 27, Jennifer was a rising star in her profession and so was her husband, Mike.

Our son, Greg, at 25, had just completed graduate school and was living in Seattle working for Amazon. Although he was living with Vanessa who we liked very much, they did not seem ready to marry, let alone start a family. So for now, it's all about Jennifer, Mike and our little grandson Caleb. But when Greg came home for a visit, he instantly became “the baby of the family” again (Beth spoiled him unrelentingly).

This was a role that, far from fighting it, in fact, he relished! Vanessa was a “modern woman” and was not about to work all day and then come home and do all the housework and cooking; they shared 50-50. At first, Vanessa was shocked at what a helpless baby Greg became when he hit our door. But after a while, she enjoyed watching the process and letting him enjoy his coddling and spoiling.

I had transferred my license and maintained a part-time gig as a residential realtor working with a very laid-back but professional firm specializing in upscale beachfront property; mostly, it kept me out of trouble. We certainly didn't need the money. Partly, I had decided to work there in order to keep my eye on potential real estate deals that I could invest in so that I could strengthen Beth's and my retirement and estate planning position. The principal broker was on board with this plan and was delighted to have me in the firm if only part-time.

We had chosen to move into a high-end condo built on a slightly raised area with spectacular views of the beach. We had a spacious three bedroom with a separate den, the large living-room-dining room-kitchen area with a gas fireplace. Another fireplace was located in the master bedroom that was open through to the master bathroom.

A Florida Room, with entrances from the living room and master bedroom, ran along the front of the condo with large thermal windows and a special system installed that did a wonderful job of controlling the heat and cold. Several of the windows slid open to allow the ocean breeze to play across the entire room when we wanted it. From the Florida Room, you stepped out onto a nice deck. The two other bedrooms, one which we used as a shared office but still had a nice foldout bed in it and the other, a conventional bedroom, shared a huge bathroom between them. Finally, there was a smaller full bath for day-guests.

I looked across the open hallway to 813 hoping that the new tenants would be hot college guys but knowing that May was the wrong time for new students. 812 was rented out, often to rich college students. It had been purchased by a wealthy man for his son to stay in while in school. He decided to keep it as an investment and in case his younger sons might decide to go to school here.

The guy who left just two days ago had just graduated from Law School at UNC. He was quite cute in his own way and I enjoyed making up scenarios in which he needs assistance, I would offer, one thing would lead to another... Of course, these were just fantasies. He came and went without more than a few polite exchanges of pleasantries between us.

Totally in the closet, still, at age 55, not sure what I was, I knew that I was committed to my marriage and family and that whatever “gay side” I had, which I knew, without doubt, was considerable, must be maintained within my very active fantasy life, online porn and occasional forays onto Second Life's digital gay scene. Lots more to see and do on SL but what I wanted were hot guys.

I smiled to myself. In all the porn videos I watch, guys were forever running into situations where the potential for sex presented itself quite naturally and sometimes forcefully. Maybe I was in the wrong places and wasn't looking hard enough (which I wasn't.... the thought terrified if also excited me).

The only time I ever came close to a “situation,” at least as an adult, was in my early thirties when I drove myself to a video place with booths. This happened very infrequently, usually on the road to a meeting in another city or something. As usual, I went into the booth, watched a few videos and left. I didn't even have the nerve to jack! I would have to take care of that later.

As I pulled out of the parking lot and got to the first light, a car pulled up next to me. The great-looking guy driving motioned for me to roll down my window. I did. He announced that he had seen me in the video place and wanted to suck my cock!

The light changed and I took off. He pursued me through several stops at red lights, asking me what size my cock was, etc. Finally, giving up he shook his head and looked at me with a look of..... pity. So much for a “gay” sex life!

But that morning, I waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new tenant. I knew there was going to be one because the maintenance guy mentioned it had been rented and that they would be moving in early this morning. As I stood there wondering who the new tenant might be, two absolutely hot, incredible hunks came bounding down the stone hallway. I stepped back a bit into my doorway but they seemed absolutely oblivious to my presence.

My breath caught as one, holding the other in a serious head-lock, seemed to be trying to kiss him! The other guy exclaimed: “Get that cesspool of a mouth away from me!”

The other replied, “You know it was your ass I was eating, right?”

The guy “being attacked” immediately relented and the two locked into a passionate kiss, their hands all over their nearly naked bodies. They were each wearing nothing but flip flops and loose-fitting shorts. From where I stood, two things were obvious: They were both in commando mode. And, they were both seriously packing!

As they continued to make love to each other in the hallway I stood back to admire, letting my eyes take in first one, then the other. The slightly smaller guy stood maybe 5' 11”. He had smooth, pale, almost translucent skin, a tight, compact, wiry body that was well muscled, no visible tattoos except for one - - two dark stripes, one slightly larger than the other - wrapped around his quite impressive right biceps, which was flexed at the moment, busy holding the other guy's arm.

My cock was tenting in my pajamas and threatened to make an appearance. But I was too engrossed in the scene before me to care. His face was squarish, chiseled yet beautifully proportioned. His eyes were brown, with a glint of green in them. His hair was in a stylish short cut that stood up and back just a bit. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he attempted to tickle his buddy while planting another kiss on his lips.

The other guy stood taller than me, maybe 6' 3” and had the impressive shoulders of a swimmer and the lanky body of a “surfer dude.” He had a reddish-tan smooth skin with a very light covering of blond hair, the face of a god, and his dirty blond hair fell in soft, close curls around his head like a sexy halo.

His body tapered amazingly from his broad shoulders to his narrow but nicely shaped hips. He also was well muscled but neither of them was overly so. Just like I liked in guys! Both showed tight bubble-butts through their shorts. He had one tattoo; an exquisitely rendered sun around his navel.

As I was physically drooling over them, the fact that they only“seemed” to be unaware of my presence became starkly obvious as they suddenly both turned to face me. Both were smiling rakishly. The shorter one announced, “ Hi, we're your new gay neighbors! I was going to apologize for our little show but,” looking down at my pajamas, “ from the looks of it, you didn't mind.”

“I'm Chris,” he continued and stuck out his hand. I turned bright red but still had the presence to take his hand and shake it. “Hi, I'm Brian, the better half of the show,” said the taller one. He offered his hand as well and I shook it. “I'm David,'' I muttered, barely audible.

We stood there silent for what seemed like a lifetime. I finally blurted out, “It wasa great show for an old codger like me to watch but I want to set you mine at rest-- I certainly know better than to think about participating!” Immediately, I kicked myself mentally. What the fuck!? If that was meant to convey disinterest, you maybe should think about taking up a different language, I said to myself.

“What do you mean?” asked Brian innocently.

“Well for one thing,” I scrambled to explain, “you're two young vital studs and I am an old fart with high blood pressure!” I meant to immediately launch into my status as an in-the-closet married guy but before I could, Brian shot back: “You're not that old. Besides, age is just a number and if you lost that gut of yours,” reaching out a giving my stomach a swack, “ you would be hot as hell at any age.”

At this, I blushed deeply.

“In any case,” Chris added slyly, “we are into older guys”, he said as he took a step forward. I took a step back in response and, momentarily very flustered, said defensively, “Daddies maybe but not ancient… I mean, I have a grandson! I don't think you want to hang out with...“

“Granddaddies!” Chris interrupted lasciviously, almost shouting, but definitely somewhat mockingly, “me and Brian, we likely us some Grandaddies!” Brian smiled at Chris' shenanigans. Now it was his turn to take a step forward.

I put up my hand to stop them and said, “As tempting as you both are right now, what I should have said to start with is the fact that I am very deep and hopelessly in the closet”

“Well then, we can help you to get out,” Brian added helpfully.

“But I chose to be in the closet. I am happily married- now for some 35 years- and have two wonderful grown children and one grandchild so far. I don't want to hurt my wife Beth in any way.” “So watching is what I am destined to do; whether it's porn or digital action on SL or you two beautiful exhibitionists!”

“SL! We love SL. We're gonna friend you next time we're all on” Brian said. “Do you like voicing?” At this question, a thrill shot through my body. My mouth opened but nothing came out. Brian and Chris just grinned.

“We'll take that as a yes!” Chris chimed in.

Chris stared at me for a while and then smiled. “Fine then, he said, “ I can see that you are serious about the “just watching” thing and we want to honor your commitment- - So watch!”

With one quick yank, he pulled Brian's shorts down and within seconds was kneeling in front of him sucking his gorgeous, cut, and what had to be an almost 9-inch and already mostly hard cock, with great relish. Brian, unfazed, merely put his hands behind his head and watched Chris working on him. Chris paused and turned to me.

“We'll entertain- - you observe,” he said earnestly. My cock continued to misbehave and I was breathing heavily but vaguely aware that we were out in public as I managed to mutter, “ This is so awesome to watch but don't you think it might be better to be inside without your new neighbors may be watching?” I said.

Brian yanked up his pants. “Their loss,” he said without a trace of irony, “but if you would be more comfortable,” and reached into his pocket for the key to their new apartment. Two seconds later we had moved the whole operation inside.

The apartment was a mirror image of mine and Beth's but totally empty. I leaned against the outside wall while Brian leaned against the breakfast bar separating the Kitchen from the Dining Room / Living Room. Chris looked over at me and smiled. He turned to Brian and began kissing him, their tongues like two serpents in a wonderful mating dance. He moved to his neck and licked, kissed and bit it. Brian moaned softly.

Next Chris yanked Brian's right arm straight up in the air. First, he took several full nasal-inhales- taking in what I knew was the masculine smell of Brian's underarm. Then he began to run his mouth over the lightly curled wispy blond hair, breathing on it softly, then kissing it, then gently chewing on his underarm.

Finally, this led to Chris repeatedly licking the entire surface of Brian's underarm until all of the soft blond hairs were soaked! Both Brian and Chris seemed to be in absolute heaven! In short order, he repeated the entire sequence with Brian's left arm.

To say this turned me on is a vast understatement! As I watched, I used one hand to rub my chest running it up under my pajama top and the other to rub my throbbing cock through my pajama bottoms.

Chris moved down to Brian's beautiful nipples, ever so slightly surrounded by fine blond chest hair. Brian looked down upon Chris' work, smiled and groaned with appreciative approval, running one hand through Chris' hair.

Then, once again, Chris reached down and yanked Brian's shorts. They came down with ease and Brian stepped out of them. Brian's huge cock immediately emerged from captivity and stood to attention.

Chris then turned his head to face me, twisted his body to show his backside and slowly pulled on his own shorts until they rested just above the crest of his bubble-butt, smiling churlishly at me all the while. He then faced me and looked down at his shorts, resting on the beginnings of his dark, beautiful, trimmed pubic hairs, and then back up at me. He paused and then pulled his own shorts down further, slowly unveiling his own massive cock, only a hair shorter than Brian's but thicker, as if he were unveiling a work of art (and it was)! One more yank and his cock sprung out! He dropped his shorts and stepped out of them.

I involuntarily gasped at the scene; not just the “unveiling” of Chris' cock but also Brian's long, tanned, luscious body leaning against the breakfast bar as he held his own massive cock in his hand; slowly stroking it while watching Chris' show.

Still looking at me, Chris moved to the floor and on his knees in one smooth, continuous motion that was itself a work of art! He surveyed his work. Sniffed Brian's pubic area several times. And then proceeded to kiss, lick and breath on Brian's cock. He bent lower still and began to lick Brian's ball sack.

He took each of his balls in his mouth one at a time and rolled them around in his mouth. Brian looked down, supervising the work- an almost silly yet somehow very sexy smile of pleasure on his face. Chris moved up from his sack with his tongue, licking Brian's shaft till he reached the tip. He played with it for a long while; swirling, licking his piss-slit, mouthing it, kissing it.

He dropped down and began the whole process again. Meanwhile, one of his hands was assisting the operation; jacking Brian slightly where appropriate, rubbing here and there just perfectly- - the crotch, the legs, up to Brian's chest... wherever it was needed. The other hand was busy pleasuring Chris' own throbbing cock. Both cocks were leaking pre-cum as I was.

Chris continued this sequence several more times and then, without warning, plunged Brian's rock-hard cock down his throat in one incredible swallow! Both Brian and I moaned involuntarily!

He bobbed up and down on Brian's cock, looking over at me occasionally. Then all of a sudden, he took Brian's cock out of his mouth and looked at me. “ You gonna jack or what?” he growled.

That was all the permission I needed. I pulled my pajama's down and grabbed my very swollen, if less impressive, 7-inch cock and began to stroke.

Satisfied, Chris returned to his pleasurable chore; still looking over at me as if checking on my progress. Brian began to take things into his own hands. He grabbed Chris's head and began vigorously fucking Chris' face; a move that absolutely thrilled Chris.

Chris was totally open and engaged in the process, his mouth drooling copious amounts of saliva as well as pre from Brian's cock out of his mouth. He relaxed into it and Brian's cock slid all the way into Chris' throat, which was producing deeply arousing, wet, lust-filled guttural sounds. The sounds themselves filled me with a deep desire I could not name. And I could see Brian's shaft outlined within Chris' throat as he used his throat muscles to play with Brian's cock. I was in heaven!

Again, without warning, Chris switched things up. Pulling off of Brian's cock, he reached out and grabbed Brian's hips and twirled him around so that his magnificent butt was facing him (and me). Brian turned around to look as Chris grabbed his butt-cheeks and spread them wide. Chris lunged forward and immediately began feasting.

He slurped, licked, tongued, nuzzled, sniffed, mouthed, kissed and licked again- all quite noisily. He devoured Brian's ass and pink hole hungrily.

Again, both Brian and I moan involuntarily. I continued to stroke as my other hand ran under my shirt and played with my chest and nipples. I was breathing hard and was in absolute ecstasy!

At some point, I managed to lose my pajama bottoms completely -when or how I don't know! I was in a state of euphoria as I watched the boys enjoy each other.

Suddenly, without realizing it, I announced that I was about to cum.

Without a second thought, Chris slid across the floor and over to me, positioning his widely opened mouth right in front of my cock. “Give me your load!” he barked his command.

“Fuck YEAH,” was all I could muster as I felt my body tense and I aimed my cock straight into Chris' mouth. He cupped both hands below his chin and my cock to catch any stray cum.

Moments later I let out what could only be called a scream as I shot the largest cumload I had EVER produced. Chris caught my ropes of cum and swallowed them effortlessly; a few spurts got on to his face and chin, some dropping into his hands, some on the floor. So FUCKING HOT!

As I was winding down, Chris showed me part of my load, rolling it around in his mouth and on his tongue, retaining an ample amount in his mouth. He motioned for Brian to join him on the floor.

He kissed Brian to share my load and the two of them played with each other's mouths- gazing deeply into each other's eyes and then making deep eye contact with me, ensuring that I could see the hot white substance pass between them as I watched, entranced. Brian lovingly cleaned off Chris's face and then shared that as well. Then they both licked Chris' hands and fingers, finding each other’s mouths while kissing through the fingers, sucking each finger with relish and then kissing again; the earnestness of their lovemaking, the loving connection between them, both mesmerizing and captivating.

Suddenly, Chris stood up and motioned for Brian to do the same. They both began stroking in earnest, looking right at me with serious, lust-filled eyes. Their muscled arms were a pure joy to watch as they jacked. Their biceps, delts, triceps, forearm muscles, as well as their pecs, were working overtime and in perfect synchronicity! Both had truly magnificent arms, with hot veins popping out as they worked! Already I was feeling movement in my groin again.

Then, Chris commanded: “ Lose the shirt!” I complied in seconds and stood there completely naked in these two stranger's living room - - awaiting what I knew would be their combined massive loads.

They moved in close to me, careful not to touch me. But I could feel their breath on my face and chest as they continued to make intense eye contact first with me, then with each other and then back to me.

Their bodies were flushed with effort and excitement as their faces and upper chest turned slightly red. They were breathing heavily and tensing their muscled bodies.

Without warning, Brian ceased up and shot a massive load all across my chest and even up onto my face and into my gaping mouth. Chris followed only seconds later with a load that began on my chest and went all the way down to my cock. They both issued guttural, primal noises as they did so.

Moments later, after regaining just a little composure, they took turns cleaning each other's cocks off and then amazingly going down to retrieve cum that had dripped from their cocks and from my body and onto their feet and on the floor.

Meanwhile, I rubbed my body furiously taking their cum from my face and my chest and my stomach and my cock and into my mouth; eating, licking, sucking, swallowing every last drop. The entire time we maintained eye contact with each other.

Finally, we collapsed on the floor; Chris and Brian on each other, me against the wall. At one point Brian whispered something into Chris' ear; both of them looking at me with what can only be called admiration.

After a long moment of silence, I said: “THAT, was the hottest, best, most exciting thing that I have EVER done in my entire life!” Brian smiled and added, “ That's what I just finished whispering to Chris. We have never experienced anything like that!”

“You ARE a hot thing, Sexy Old Man!” And there it was: the phrase that thrilled me every time they used it. And they used it A LOT! Almost immediately it became a term of endearment. But to me, it was liberating in a way that I still can't quite fathom or unpack. For one thing, the word Sexy absolutely drowns out the term Old Man.

It made being an older man acceptable. And somehow, it gave me hope. If these two absolute gods in young men's bodies could find me in any way shape or form attractive, then maybe I wasn't quite the troll I thought of myself as. And, somehow the term validated the awkward, sad, closeted space I occupied in the world.

Thereafter, when we were just with each other, they called me that as well as various versions of it: SOM, said like “Home”. “SOMMY,” said almost like a term of brotherhood between two black or Hispanic guys: “Homie” or sometimes like a frat chant, which sometimes was: “Sommy, Sommy, Sommy!”

Later on, they just sometimes began to use a shortened “Sexy Man,” leaving the “Old” out entirely. I loved it when this happened. And as our complicated relationship grew, it happened more and more often.

Also, in one session with them, THEY had completely redefined the term “just watching” for me. It now includes a whole lot of cumming and cum-eating. I knew that it was more than a stretch to call it “just watching” but somehow I accepted it.

We relaxed on the floor for a while and then Chris announced that it was time to get my ass back home, take a shower to get the dried cum off my body and get myself back to their apartment, post haste! “We're gonna work that body of yours hard, helping us move, Sexy Old Man!”

Brian added, “Yeah, knock some of those unneeded pounds off you” I didn't know it but at that moment they had both silently if separately, decided to make me and my sad body their personal project. And as I was to learn, once they put their minds to something, there was no stopping them.

Later I realized that they were both studying physical therapy and sports medicine. They were just beginning their Junior year and were even doing an internship in the summer semester. I am sure they never mentioned to any of their professors that they had their own revitalization project - - me - - working on the side!

I came back in about twenty minutes dressed in shoes, no socks, shorts, and a loose-fitting t-shirt. As I walked in, immediately Chris commanded: “Lose the shirt!”

I looked at him wryly. “You like to boss me around, don't you Chris?” Chris grinned widely. “Yes..., Yes I do Sexy Old Man. Now, lose the shirt!” I chuckled and stripped my t-shirt off. Brian chimed in.

“ You're gonna be sweating a lot and besides we want you to start accepting the way you are right now; embrace it. We think you’re sexy so so should you? I shrugged and smiled. “Ok,” I said simply. From that day on, I never wore a shirt when they weren't.

We worked very hard all morning moving boxes from the trucks into their townhouse and some of the large pieces of furniture, including a couple of huge living room couches. As I was to learn later, they could have hired a troop of movers to do the work but they didn't. That wasn't Brian and Chris.

Like our place, it was a large condo and they had lots of furniture; two large rental vans full.

Finally, at around 11:00, Chris announced a break.

“Bri, he announced, “ I want you to strip down and lie on the rug. I want to finish the job I started this morning before Sexy Man announced his need to cum!”

Brian did as he was told. Chris took the pillows from the couch we had just brought in and made a little bed next to Brian. “Lie down next to him SOM (first time that term was introduced!) But you strip down as well first. I also did what I was told. I laid down next to Brian and realized I had an absolutely perfect view of what was about to happen.

Almost without thinking, I began to slowly stroke my cock.

Brian's cock was already hard and he, too, was stroking it absentmindedly. Chris immediately set upon it with gusto bringing Brian to near tears in no time; especially as Chris raised Brian's legs, doubling them over and attacked his pink pucker hole with absolute abandon. Brian squealed like a little girl and I got a nice rhythm going as I watched, learning how to pace myself so that I could enjoy the amazing things I was witnessing without losing it again.

Chris seemed to know what moved Brian's needle and pushed Brian's buttons with expert perfection. He teased and coaxed and brought Brian to the very edge of insanity. Then, unexpectedly (always with Chris, the unexpected!), holding Brian in his folded position, he brought his massive cock up to Brian's quivering fuckhole and paused in front of it.

Producing lube from somewhere, Chris greased up Brian's quivering hole and his own throbbing cock in a flash. Looking down at Brian and then over to me, he smiled wickedly and broadly and pushed forward in one continuous motion until he was fully inside Brian. Chris was not wearing a condom which surprised me. I came to learn later that they had been best friends, lovers and “fuck buddies” since early high school and though they always wore condoms with any sort of other encounters, they never did with each other.

Brian took Chris' cock in with only a look of absolute pleasure on his face. Obviously, this cock had been there before! Chris leaned down and taking Brian behind his neck, raised him toward him and kissed Brian passionately as he pounded his beautiful ass, at one point leaning both hands on Brian's chest and then moving up further to his sexy neck, choking him slightly so that he turned red and struggled to breathe a bit. But Chris' eyes betrayed nothing but pleasure.

Just as I thought I had their relationship figured out - Chris the bossy, aggressive, “in-charge” top; Brian the lumbering, gentle, submissive bottom- Brian reached up and smacked Chris across the face. “Enough with the games, boi,” he warned.

He sat straight up, pulling Chris' cock out of him abruptly in the process and grabbed Chris by his hair (it was short but not too short for Brian to get a good hold of it!) Chris wore the strangest grin on his face.

It seemed to say: Mission accomplished; as if he had set about to wake the sleeping giant or poke the sleeping bear and had succeeded. Seated, their legs entwined, Brian brought Chris' face close to his and spit on it. Then, none too gently licked the globs of spit off. “Tell me what you want you little fuck!”

“I want you to fuck me, sir,” Chris uncharacteristically whined. “Can't hear you,” Brian roared and slapped him again. “ I need you to fuck me, sir!” Chris seemed to be almost in tears. Brian stroked his face. “How badly do you want it, baby,” he purred, then spit on Chris again.

This time he reached up and spread his spit all over Chris' face and into his mouth in a manner that was so sexual that it defied description. Chris licked Brian's finger hungrily. “How bad,” he asked again quietly. Chris looked at him heartbreakingly earnestly and cried out “PLEASE FUCK ME, SIR”

I had to completely stop stroking and just watch in amazement and joy. These guys were beautiful together. Although there was this aggressive play going on, beneath it you could see how deeply they cared about and loved each other. I dared not touch my cock for fear of exploding before the final act of the play.

With that Brian flipped him around and raised up his ass. With no further preparation, he stabbed his long, pulsing cock deep inside Chris. If this hurt Chris in any way, there was no evidence of it. In fact, quite the contrary, it was Chris' turn to look like he was in nirvana. Brian pounded Chris without mercy; moving him into half-a-dozen position as if moving a feather.

They were wild with each other; clawing, biting (not hard), slapping, spitting, slamming into each other’s bodies, gruffly pinning each other down, licking, pinching, kissing, sucking, fucking. They flip at least two more times, their bodies covered in a sexy sheen of sweat.

While Chris was again on top, he suddenly pulled out of Brian and returned to servicing his ass and cock with his hot mouth, as Brian was almost mad with desire and pleasure.

Then, surprisingly, Chris came up next to him and whispered into his ear but loud enough for me to hear it: “ Once I get you to the mountain top again, my love, I want you to turn your world upside down and station yourself over Sex Old Man,” he said huskily.

“Spread your feet wide and hold yourself up with one hand and finish the job I have started - - stroking with your other hand- - right into Sexy Man's mouth.” he cooed. Lying next to Brian as he said this, he looked over to me: “I want you to open your mouth, ready to receive your gift. Keep your eyes wide open.”

“Feel free to stroke while all this is happening,” he said bluntly. A thrill shot through me upon hearing these incredible instructions; both Brian's and mine!

I began jacking again but slowly! Who knew where Chris would take this.

He returned to his work on Brian's ass and then moved to his cock again. Brian wriggled and writhed with pleasure, making all sorts of noises. He was, literally, beside himself and so was I. I could see that Brian was very close! I had begun to stroke more vigorously and would soon cum right behind him.

“Now!” Chris said simply but forcefully. Brian shifted over me smoothly, moved up so that his cock was right above my mouth, tenting his body slightly and spreading his legs widely, his beautiful muscled body straddling the pillows I was on and- as strong as he was- he had no problem supporting himself while jerking into my mouth.

Without words, Chris had stationed himself over my cock and readied himself to receive my load. He didn't have to wait long. As soon as Brian let loose his load, I exploded! We all did our parts flawlessly. Brian hit his mark. I took his massive load down my throat swallowing almost all of it.

The little bit that escaped was recaptured in no time and found its way to my mouth. Meanwhile, Chris did a wonderful job catching and swallowing my cum. Of course, due to gravity, a good deal of cum escaped him. That cum was then mine! I retrieved it with my increasingly talented fingers and it found its way to what was becoming my ever cum-hungry mouth.

As Chris took my cum into his mouth, he then shot his own massive load - - sprayed all over my upper thigh; more treats for me! Man, what a cum whore I was becoming!!

We lay in two separate heaps for a long while. So far, if it ever came up, I could tell Beth with a straight face that I never touch another person sexually since we've been married! I chuckled at this thought. It was amazing how my definition of “just watching” had changed!

First, it was furtively glancing at hot guys in the summer (or any time really), then the occasional gay magazine purchased on the road; then, brief visits to adult video booths, never allowing myself to stroke while I watched; then I discovered online porn; and finally allowing myself to have sex with other guys on Second Life.

I honestly thought that that was as far as I would ever go! Until I discovered voicing on SL! I had a few regular guys that voiced with me. We knew each other's history and were respectful of it.

Some were like me, older in the closet guys (ranging from 25 to 80!) with wives and kids, even grandkids. Others were younger and just ready to fuck anywhere and everywhere including on SL. They generally had sex lives in RL (as they called real life) and maybe lovers, or boyfriends or even later, husbands.

There were even younger guys, eighteen to early twenties, who hadn't come out yet and were on SL to explore their sexuality. I always told guys my age and situation. I often had very enjoyable voice sex with them.

I had never ever Skyped or had phone sex … just SL. Until this!! And when we started this morning, I thought I was literally only going to watch. I never imagined that it would be …. so … interactive!

I felt like I had crossed another line. I can't say I was sorry. But I still wanted to maintain this newly-set barrier and the boys seemed eager to comply.

While I was musing about all this, Brian and Chris lay there gently fondling and kissing each other, occasionally looking over at me and smiling. I smiled back, contentedly. We were all spent- exhausted really - but in a very pleasant, self-satisfied way.

Continued....