Camera Obscura

It was one of the strange times when both Stephen and I were working away from home. He had gone to Cheltenham to GCHQ for a three day de-briefing and I was away from home at Abbey Wood in Bristol giving lectures on Rare Earths, part of a consultancy package I had with the Ministry of Defence, Mine part of a five day seminar, and I enjoyed the work as I usually got very intelligent questions and comments from the Army personnel and the civilians who attended. There were usually on one or two questions I couldn’t answer and they were usually what were the Chineese and Russians up to. It was not my field. Stephen was staying at a hotel in Cheltenham and in I was in the Centre of Bristol. I’d left a couple of days earlier as I wanted to have a good look around the City Centre and see how much it had changed since I was at University there. I’d left Stephen at home as he had work to do with his Internet Security duties. We’d agreed that we’d met up in Bristol after his de-briefing had concluded.

I enjoyed wandering around Bristol and looking in at some of the haunts I used to visit as a student, and where I had some flings with a few fellow students who interested me at the time and some of the locals. It was no comparison to what Stephen, and I have together, but I had a couple of pleasant memories. I enjoyed the Saturday market and found a couple of old geology books that interested me and some excellent old maps of the Pacific and some geologic maps that I really liked. They’d go into my little library/museum I had back in Cornwall. I was really pleased with myself.

We had arranged that Stephen would join me in Bristol on his way back home and we’d have a meal and he’d stay the night with me in my hotel. After he arrived and we’d shown each other just how much we had missed each other I suggested that we drive up to Clifton and take a walk around the village area and look out for a restaurant for later in the evening. I found a parking place not too far from the suspension bridge and Stephen agreed that we’d walk across it.  So, we walked across to Somerset on the City side and back again on the estuary side of the bridge.

It was when we were returning that Stephen pointed out a guy standing near the centre of the bridge. He had noticed him there as we had walked on the other side of the bridge, and he commented to me that the guys looked very fuckable. I hadn’t noticed the guy but now my interest was up. Just below the bridge on the Bristol side is a tunnel or a cave, dug from the top of the Downs and out into the gorge face. There was a metal gate-type barrier to stop people falling down the couple of hundred feet down to the river or the roadway below. The Bridge has a number of suicides each year. 

We walked past the guy, and I took a good look at him as we passed, and he was really our type of guy and in our age range. Very well put together and with a very charming look. He was wearing a baseball cap, backwards and a zippable fronted lightweight jacket and jeans, the jacket was undone more than halfway, and it showed off a decent smooth chest and the start of a six pack. The jeans seemed well filled front and rear. We were given the once over and it didn’t need any form of gaydar to know he was interested. We’d walked back towards the bridge exit, with a few cars backed up from the toll booth and as we left the bridge Stephen looked back and told me that the guy was following us.

Just beyond the exit from the bridge is a pathway that leads up to a weird observatory called a Camera Obscura.  I had been there a couple of times when I was a student. Just beyond the footpath was a public convenience well know as a cruising spot, that I knew of when I was a student. I told Stephen that I was going to call into the toilets and for him to wait by the footpath. He’d be able to get a good look at the guy if he should pass.

Inside the toilets the set up was just as I remembered it years before, still very Victorian, and very empty. There was still the old washroom where guys looking for action used to hang out waiting for likely trade. I waited in there to see if the guy followed me in. He did and made straight for the little room standing opposite me playing with his bulging crutch. Silently we watched each other, and he was about to take out his dick when I thought I saw a shadow of someone entering and I decided to leave. Actually, I was mistaken but nonetheless I walked back to Stephen telling him that the guy was interested. Stephen reported that the fellow played with his crutch as he passed him as well. I suggested that we go up the footpath and pay the £3 each to go into the camera obscura building. It would be a little fun if nothing else and Stephen agreed. We entered the small building and paid our money and climbed the stairs to the viewing room. As we climbed the stairs Stephen mentioned that if the guy followed us, we’d play along but we were not to use our names with each other. At the top it was empty. In the darkish room was a round raised white painted table, about five to six feet in diameter and above it was a box like a periscope which could be rotated around by hand with a large broom handle like pole. Onto the table you could see the surrounds of the area projected via a mirror inside the box. It had been left projecting the Suspension bridge we had just walked over. There was no way to zoom, but by moving the handle around you could get a three-hundred and sixty degree view of the area. As this day was a very sunny day, we could see the view projected onto the table very clearly. We were just about to swing the handle around when we heard footstep coming up the staircase. It was the cruising guy, who seemed to be pleased to see us. He nodded at us both and sat down on the small bench area that surrounded the perimeter of the buildings wall right opposite wall. We had to walk around the table to move the handle and we saw that the guy had exposed himself. Stephen had seen it first and nudged me and indicated silently to me. He had also undone his jacket and put the sides of the jacket behind him, tucked underneath his arms showing off his chest and abs. Now I was thinking if Stephen and I should play the voyeur and exhibitionist as well. One thing that was in our favour was the noise that the stairs made when someone was climbing up to the top chamber. As we slowly got nearer the man, he stood up and undid the top button of his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and he didn’t seem to care whether we were interest or not. Actually, we just watched for the moment, slowly moving the pole around and getting closer to the guy.

As always it was Stephen who was the braver of the two of us.

“Nice view up here”. He commented, reaching out and tightly pulling one of the guy’s nipples and twisting it really hard. The man gasped from the force of the attack but didn’t stop jacking on his dick; a cut specimen about seven to eight inches in length and a couple of medium sized tight balls which had been recently shaved. Stephen took advantage of the shock and forcefully twisted the other nipple making the guy step towards him to try to ease the pain and again gasping in shock. Stephen was a good eight inches taller than the hunky guy and was well able to look down the guys back and told me that the guy had a very fuckable arse by the looks of it and again attacked the guys’ nipples. This time the guy just called out “Oh Jesus” as Stephen worked both nipples.

I was slightly hidden from view by Stephen’s bulk, and I took the handle and swung it right around the diameter of the table and stood next to the wanker and had a great view of him. “You’re right; it is a great view from here”. I told Stephen who was now slipping off the jacket showing off a decent set of guns as well as upper body. The guy was very toned with not much fat on him. He also looked very vulnerable standing below both of us as I was five inches taller.

“Grab his butt and tell me what it’s like”. Stephen told me. I rubbed the two cheeks holding each firmly and he flexed the crevice appreciatively. “Firm and fuckable”. I reported to Stephen who was still twisting the guy’s nips with power.  I moved my hand from the dude’s backside and brushed aside his hand from his dick holding it tight. It was very hard, and I wanked it for a few seconds. He was leaking and I reported to Stephen. “He’s an eager one”. He was not the only one who was hard, I was as well and I felt his hand feeling me, and he gasped at me, “Let me see you too”. I looked at Stephen and he smirked at me, not that I needed his permission to show my dick, but he nodded. I stepped back slightly from the guy and undid my trousers and let my nine inches become free. Stephen gave his nips and extra hard tug and his head jerked backwards from the pain, but he looked back and down to my dick. “Holy fuck”. He called out, a bit too loud for Stephen’s liking, telling him to keep it "fucking quiet" and did he want to attract the staff from below. The hunk nodded an apology and indicted that he’s keep the noise down, Stephen moved the handle around a bit more to give some semblance that we were using the room for proper purposes.

“Let me suck it”. He whispered. “Please let me suck that fucking beauty”. Stephen let go of the guy’s nips and pushed his head down low and I could feel him breathing against my dick. “Go on, suck the fucking beauty” Stephen whispered to the cocksucker, “Let’s see you take it all”, and pushed the head right down on my dick. He gagged at first making a gulping sound in protest but after a few attempts he was able to open his throat to take all of me and he was good, keeping all my length down there for a while and then releasing me to get some air and jacking on my shaft as he waited until he was comfortable and diving back down on my shaft. I could see that he was enjoying himself as he was more or less wanking his cock as he sucked. Stephen kept moving the pole around passing it to me to move further around the table, and I kept my ears open for approaching footsteps. 

So far Stephen had kept his cock inside his trousers, and the cocksucker couldn’t see as Stephen was directly behind him. As the sucker couldn’t see our faces, I nodded for Stephen to take out his cock, and that wonderful change of personality came over Stephen as he undid his belt and unzipped to pull out his cock.

When he next came up for air, I turned the guy around to face Stephen’s cock. It took a couple of seconds for it to register but the guy checked himself before gasping out a “Fuck No”.

I knew it but the sucker didn’t. “Fuck no” to Stephen meant “Fuck yes you’re going to”.

Stephen whispered out the demand for him to “Suck it” and kneeling bottom had his mouth half way open when Stephen thrust his hips forward. The guy was not ready for the extra girth Stephen has on me and there was an instant resistance to more than a couple of inches of cock in the guys’ mouth. This was what I really loved about Stephen and sex with other guys; he was totally more forceful than when he was with me. He was gentle with me, but other guys got his extra height, larger muscled build, extra weight and larger cock, full force and he delighted in it and I delighted watching him and joining in with him too.

The second attempt was a lot more successful but not totally. To give him his due, he got a lot more dick in his mouth, but he was going to have to relax his throat a lot more to take all that Stephen had to give.

We had been up in the chamber for just over ten minutes and had been alone with the man and had been lucky, on the fourth or fifth try Stephen’s cock was totally swallowed, and leaned over to Stephen and kissed him, creating what Stephen called the “eternal sexual triangle”, something he liked. We were able to tag team the guy’s throat for a while and we let him stand up for a while and we saw that his eyes were very wet, and he told us that we were both “fucking huge”. Something that we both knew, but he gamefully went down on us again and we face fucked him until the dreaded footsteps were heard on the staircase. We tidied ourselves up and quickly swung the camera obscura around waiting for whoever came up the stairs. It was a couple of pensioners, possibly in their seventies as they took their time getting to the chamber, as soon as they arrived, we three went downstairs and I let the guys down the entrance to the steps down into the cave, very mindful of the stink of man sex we must have left for the oldies to take in back upstairs.

Going down the steps there were a few lightbulbs to illuminate the way and a rope fixed to the wall to help strugglers find their way and of course the light at the cave front which came out fifty feet or so below the bridge and about another fifty feet away. The view was amazing, looking up at the bridge and seeing the underside and the view down the gorge with the small river below heading out to the Bristol Channel, the view across to Somerset, a thousand or so feet away, and back upstream to the plains of the Avon valley. For a moment, I had a brief memory of a very hot trick I once had with a police horse and dog trainer who worked down in the valley when I was at university, he would have been one of the first guys that I reluctantly let down relationship wise.

Again, there was no-one in the cave or on the stair way. And a few yards back from the cave opening was a recess, hidden from view from the opening not that anyone could see into the cave even from the bridge. There was enough light streaming into the cave there. I pulled our new friend back into the area and told him to strip. A look of near panic came over his face, and I had no idea what he was thinking, and Stephen came over to help. Once naked I got the guy to bend over, and I licked the fingers of my hand with plenty of spit and rubbed it over his hole and brought my hand to my nose to smell. He was clean. Satisfied I started to rim out his hole, fingering him at the same time. The guy was beginning to be noisy again and the sound echoed in the cave. “Fucking shut up”, Stephen ordered him hitting the face with his cock and stuffing it in the complainer’s mouth. “You want this you fucker, you followed us down here so don’t fucking whinge, ‘cos you’re going to get this both ends and be cleaning our dicks with your throat”.  After a few minutes rimming out and three fingers deep into his hole I told Stephen to “Take Him”. He was twisted around, and Stephen aimed his dick hard against the guy’s entrance to his man cave and pushed.

“Damn”! Stephen murmured “This guy is tighter than a miser’s fist. Loosen up up fucker”.

“You’re too big, both of you”. He hoarsely whispered.

Stephen whispered to me to get over and try to fuck. We shuffled around changing positions. I wetted my dick with plenty of spittle and thrust my fingers in his whole trying to spread his hole even further open and placed my dick against my fingers and pushed hard and slowly removed my fingers to feel his ring close around my cockhead. Stephen had his dick in the bottoms face and was holding him in place as I pushed harder and encountered even more resistance but I knew that given time and no interruptions I get my dick home. Even Stephen was tight when I first fucked him. There was a hell of a lot of moaning and hissing for the guy to shut up as I worked my way into him and then I hit the barrier. I couldn’t get in any further and the four or five inches I had in there. “Have you ever been fucked before” I remonstrated as quietly as I could at the guy. “Yes, many times but not by guys as big as you two”. He tried to be as quiet as he could, so I made do with fucking him for a while and let Stephen have a go. He was always more forceful.

It was not the most ideal location to fuck publicly and again we were lucky not to be disturbed but Stephen really took over in the calmest way. I suppose it came from fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan. He started my ordering the guy to clean my dick with his mouth, something he seemed eager to do, most of my dick disappearing into his mouth for some really splendid cocksucking and this time, with much less effort Stephen got his fat monster in the guy’s hole, until like me he hit the barrier. “Fucking loosen your cunt or I’ll hurt you”. Stephen, again quietly dominating, and sounding like he was interrogating some insurgent terrorist. Stephen was pushing really hard. I could feel it as the bottom was pushing against my legs with his hands trying to steady himself. Stephen thrusting harder against the inner obstruction by fucking the tight tube when suddenly, the blockade gave way and there was a loud muffled cry and Stephen was all the way in the guy. Through clenched teeth Stephen gave a cry of triumph and I could see the delight on his face. Below me I sensed the bottom was in some pain and trying hard to stifle cries of a different sort, and Stephen continuing to get the guy to relax and enjoy it. I reached under the now well fucked guy’s body and found that his cock was wet and very hard, he was enjoying it. I looked up to Stephen, smiling at his glory and told him to ‘punish the fucker’.

There was an excitement about our situation in the cave and being so public with the chance of being caught by someone though I would have preferred to have been more private and noisier and to see my husband fuck this man. The sucking was becoming intense, and I could feel that I was close, and I warned Stephen. He told me to do my worst; he wanted me to do my worst on the guy. I knew what he meant. Stephen was quietly whispering encouragement to me to shoot my load. I had no idea what the sucker was expecting from me. Then the trigger was fired; a brief flick on both my nipples from Stephen together with him leaning over to me as he fucked deeply and harshly and kissing me just as urgently and the switch connected. I pulled out of the guy’s mouth and shot my bolt, through me fist I left the streams of cum pulse out through the length of my cock directly onto the sucker’s face. There was a complaint followed by a very loud crack which resonated through the cave and then an order to “fucking shut up”. When I finished shooting my load, I rammed my cock into the sucker’s face again. He didn’t have to be ordered what to do, in fact he was joyously sucking my cock clean of my remaining juice.

Once I was happy that my dick was clean, I moved behind Stephen and crouched down behind him. I could see his low hanging balls swinging as he fucked deeply into the now well opened back passage. Stephen knows me so well and he adjusted his stance so I could get my face into his arse cheeks and lick his hole as he fucked. It always knocked my head around as he was a very powerful fucker and he really loved using the full length of his enormous dick just as he was about  to shoot, but I was able to lap away at his hole and very soon he was ready to shoot, pulling out at the last moment to do the dirty on the bottom boy shooting his load all over the back of the guy, yet again blasting an extreme load all over  the place and as I found out a little later into the guys hair. He rammed his dick back into the guy’s hole and fucked out the remaining drops of cum into the bottom before pulling out and turning the guy around and forcing his wet and sloppy dick into the guy’s mouth who greedily sucked on it, his mouth and throat now well used to Stephen’s great size.

Stephen whispered to me as I tidied myself up and re-dressed. Fuck, you dropped a huge one; his face is covered with your juice.  I hadn’t seen; I had wanted to please my man with my final rimming. Now I could move around to catch the light on my man juice dripping off the guy’s face. He was struggling to find his trousers to be able to clean himself. His face, hair and back and arse covered in our cum. As we dressed Stephen and I kissed, well satisfied. The bottom found his jeans and the small amount of tissue he had with him. It wasn’t going to be enough to clean himself. Stephen told him to use the insides of the jeans to clean himself with. He might like to keep them as a dirty memento of the action. We were both dressed, and we walked back to the open platform in the cliff face and gave each other a huge kiss of victory.

Eventually the hunky guy came to join us and tell us he was leaving and thanks and that it had been great and exciting.

As he walked away Stephen with his gorgeous deep baritone voice asked what the guy’s name was.

He turned back to face us and told us his name and shuffled off back up the stairs with some difficulty in walking.

His Name?

Eric.