The Voyeuristic Fuck

It was late on a Friday evening around 11, I was walking from the town centre to dark parking lot that had a wall that overlooked a small beach. I was planning on burning time, until the guy who I had tentative plans to meet up with, ended his shift at 12. The store he worked at closed at 11 but they need a full hour to cash out and get the place cleaned up.

I couldn’t stay in the town centre, as there were no stores or malls that opened that late and the police tended to stop and question anyone my age, that they found wandering the street.

Anyway, I decided to walk across the parking lot to sit on this high wall and listen to the waves for the hour until the dude came off work. Only this time, the gate had a padlock on it, that allowed me to enter the parking space from the usual entrance. I would have to circle back and approach the wall from the other end of the beach. I considered leaving but figured I had nothing else to do.

Now instead of approaching the wall from the right with the parking lot lights to my back. I had to walk along the street, then cut through a little patch and approach the wall from behind and to the left, with the lights in front of me and me approaching from the darkness. As I approached the end of the wall from the back, I could hear talking and could slightly smell weed smoke. I was scared for a moment and considered turning back, as I figured whoever was on the other side of the wall was probably from the bad part of the town and I didn’t feel like getting robbed.

I stopped and leaned against the end of the wall out of their sight. As my pounding heart slowed, I could hear more of their conversation, they were talking about work or one looking for work and how hard it was finding work. The conversation moved on from there jumping from work to their girlfriends and which of their mutual friends were fucking which of the village girls and on and on. I lost concentration in their conversation and was using my phone to play some mindless game.

Something drew my attention back to them and I realised that they had stopped talking but I could hear sounds, breathy, moaning sounds. My heart started to speed up yet again, this time for an entirely different reason.

I recognised those sounds; those sounds were very familiar to me. I could not believe that they were coming from these two young guys I had overhead talking about sex with multiple women and plans for more.I slowly stood up from my crouched position and slowly moved to peer around the wall.

They were kissing, no not kissing, they were tongue fucking, they looked as young as they sounded. One noticeably taller and more muscled than the other but the shorter guy was slim but he seemed to be dominating the kiss. He was leaning forward, the shorter guy holding him by the nape of his neck, as the seemingly sucked his tongue into his own mouth.

I was hard in an instant. The raw fucking passion, the way the taller guy held onto the shorter one, as if steadying himself under the onslaught of his mouth. They broke apart, obviously panting for breath. The shorter boy, placed his hands on the taller boy’s shoulder and pushed, he went to his knees without hesitation, going for shorter guy's pants immediately. He pushed the pants and boxers down the shorter boy's thighs, exposing a fat, long cock, that look almost disproportionately large on his body.

The taller boy sucked the head into his mouth with no hesitation, no pause, sucking on it hungrily, noisily. His mouth making wet, obscene sucking sounds that travelled through the air to me, causing my own to further stiffen in my own shorts. This was obviously not the first time, he sucked a cock nor even the first time, he had this particularly large one in his hungry sounding mouth. He lavished his tongue all over it, licking at the head, then spitting on it before, sucking it back into his mouth.

All while the top, rubbed his head and spoke-moaned things to him, as the bottom focused all his attention on sucking his cock. He lowered his head, licking and sucking at the shorter boy’s ball, covering them with his spit before moving back to the cock. He was not trying to swallow it, as it was obviously too thick for comfortable deep throating, but he lavished whatever he could fit in his mouth with his tongue, while jerking the rest with his hand.

He would pull back and use his tongue to dig into and then lick at the cock slit. All while this was happening, I was so hard, so hot, sweat breaking out all over my body but unwilling to make a move or sound. I heard the top whisper something to him and the audible pop as the bottom pulled of his cock. They kissed briefly, the top once again sucking on the taller boy’s tongue before they shifted closer to the wall. The taller boy dropping his pants and boxers before bending over in front of the short guy.I could barely swallow around the lust driven lump in my throat.

As I watched these two young guys, that I didn’t know and who didn’t know I was watching, prepare to fuck. I would never had imagined when I sat unseen by them on the ledge on the other side of the wall separating the lot from the beach, while smelling the scent of weed, half listening to them talk about music and pussy, burning time until my own potential fuck was finished his shift, that it would lead to here. With the taller one bent in an almost ninety degree angle, one hand braced on his knee, while the other was braced on the wall, mouth gaping open, as his shorter friend, slowly but forcefully fed, his uncovered thick looking cock into him.

They stood frozen for a minute, no sound other than the panting breath of the one with that cock driven all the way in him, as his friend rubbed his shirt covered torso, as if easing him for the rough ride ahead. I felt my already extremely hard cock tighten and precum freely leaking, leaking in my boxer briefs, as I quietly palmed and squeezed my cock, giving myself, a jolt of both pleasure and slight relief but unwilling to go any further in fear of coming in my pants or making a noise to draw attention to myself.

This caution was almost for nothing, as the absolutely unexpected guttural, neck extended upwards groan, the tall bottom let out, as his friend pulled completely back and pushed back in fully, and began to piston in and out rapidly without pause, caught me completely by surprise almost causing me to expose my position. The bottom lifted up slightly, hand still braced on wall but other leaving his knees to pull up his shirt, allowing me a clear view of his, long firm cock, swinging with each downward stroke of the top’s cock into his, what I could only assume was a prick slicked ass, much more used to taking cock, than his image and previous conversation between the two hinted at.

I was hot, flushed all over at this point, my dick so tight and hard, that I was desperate to jerk, not to completion but for relief. The slap slap sounds of a pelvis slamming into an ass, could clearly be heard, even the whispered urgings and swearing from the top could be heard sometimes over the punched moans coming from the bottom as he rocked forward and back, controlled by what I knew from my own experience to be a hard and hot tool of painful pleasure. I watched his slightly swinging cock firm up harder and harder but yet he refused to touch it as if afraid, he would cum to quickly with any external help other than the cock that was still driving into him steadily, firmly almost mercilessly.

The top seemed transfixed on watching his cock disappear into the hole in front of him, having not looked up at all this first breeching that butthole.I could no longer take it, the excitement of seeing this, the sounds of sex and obvious fucking pleasure both were in overcame me. I moved to free my cock from my shorts, stepping back slightly to push my shorts and underwear down.

This was my mistake, as I might have unconsciously made a noise or shifted but whatever it was in that split second, the bottom guy, lifted his head and looked directly at me.

End Part 1