Date: Sun, 8 May 2016 22:55:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: jasonbrave30@yahoo.com
Subject: WATCHING

This is a true story, though some details are different, including names.

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WATCHING
by Jason Brave

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Aaron and I had a pretty normal relationship.  We'd lived together for
almost a year and things were looking up as he was finishing medical school
and I was finally experiencing success in banking.  We both had our jobs
and afterwards we'd meet up at the gym and work on our bodies.  Our
evenings were filled with a dinner we cooked together, an episode or two of
primetime television, and maybe once a week we'd have pretty standard sex.
In all of my previous relationships, I found myself in the top bunk, but
Aaron had only let me take a gander at it three times, leaving me on my
back during our weekly appointment more often than not.  The sex wasn't
bad, as Aaron's mild-size penis hardly caused pain and he reached his
climax into a condom in about six minutes every time.  After a quick kiss,
he'd hop up and into the next room to take a warm shower, even when I
hadn't quite finished.  All too often, I'd lay back and bring myself to
climax thinking of plowing into his ass... or even watching a bit of porn
to help the juices flow.  Before long, I'd be shooting ropes of cum onto my
chest, pounding my seven inch cock with passion.  I'd lay back, all messy
and wet, taking in the afterglow of the orgasm.

"You wanna go shoot some hoops?" Aaron asked me one Saturday morning over
breakfast.  "I was planning on meeting up with one of my buddies from
school in about an hour.  You should come."  It was nice out, so I figured
there wasn't anything better to be doing.  We arrived at the park and found
it empty, but began bouncing the ball back and forth.

"Who is this guy?" I asked, harmlessly.  Neither of us was the jealous
kind, and we often pointed out guys we found attractive to one another.

"He's kinda quiet... but really nice," Aarons said, before adding "and he's
normal."

Catching the ball, I held it for a moment, asking "Cute?"

Aaron paused.  "Yeah, I mean, he's straight- very straight.  But he's
taller than I am and pretty built, too."

I smiled, tossing the ball toward the hoop.  "Somebody's got a crush."

"Oh, please," Aaron said with a chuckle, "he knows I'm practically married
to you and thinks it's cool to have a gay bro.  Or two."

I detected Aaron slightly blushing and continued to egg him on.  "Ah, I
see.  Somebody wants a three-way."  It wasn't an option, though.  In our
relationship, we'd already determined there would be nothing open about it
and no interactions with others.  I was fine with that and for all I could,
Aaron was as well.

Aaron flashed his million-dollar smile at me, his piercing green eyes
flashing mischeviously.  "Nope, I'm keeping your ass all to myself."  I
watched him in satisfaction as he ran to pick up the basketball that had
rolled into the corner, then turned when a jeep pulled into the park.
Maybe this was "him."

This guy had been undersold.  As his frame exited the jeep, I gawked at him
without shame.  He stood at 6'4, with a tan complexion and super-hero
jawline that seemed to have a permanent 5'o'clock shadow.  His light brown
hair was a few shades lighter than Aaron's.  He wore sunglasses, a grey
tank-top, and blue gym shorts.  Tufts of brown hair peeked out from under
his shirt.  He was more muscular than Aaron as well, with a barrel chest
and arms that had clearly been lifting weights.  As he walked toward the
basketball court, everything about his swagger told me this guy was a
straight stud.  When he approached, he took the sunglasses off and I was
met with chocolately brown eyes- maybe the sexiest thing about him.

"Hey hey, how's it going Aaron!" he said in a deep voice with a hint of
southern drawl.  Aaron shifted the ball to his side and hugged the man.

"Jack, good to see you," he said as they embraced.  Both of them looked
toward me.  "And this is the old ball and chain," Aaron said with a
chuckle.  Jack smiled at me, extending his hand.  I wished I could venture
the hug my boyfriend had, as this guy was built to perfection.  I shook his
hand, unexpectedly noticing how soft but firm it was.

We played around for about an hour before Aaron commented he was hungry.
Before long, we were at a diner down the street from our apartment,
ordering up a quick snack.

"So, Jack," I began, casting nerves aside, "do you have a lucky lady?"
Wow, that sounded cheesy.

"No," he answered, "I guess she just hasn't come along yet.  I stay pretty
busy with medical school, you know."  Aaron stood, going to the counter to
pick up our food.  "I mean, it isn't easy to meet someone," Jack continued,
"I mean, there's those apps and stuff, but it's just people looking for
sex, you know?"

"Sex can be fun," I said, raising my eyebrows.  "I mean, hook-up, see what
happens..."

"I've never done that," he mused with a grimace.

"Hook-up?" I asked.

"No, sex."  There was a silence.  I don't think my face conveyed the shock
I was feeling as this man who was quite possibly the best looking thing I'd
seen confessed his virginity to me.  "It's just... hasn't happened."

"Burgers!" Aaron said, crashing the interesting conversation I had found
myself in.  As we ate, the two began talking about people from their
classes and medical stuff.  I kept crossing eyes with Jack, thinking he
must not be telling the truth.  There was no way.

As we began to wrap up the meal, Aaron said he'd meet me back at home and
that he had a quick errand.  As he left, I continued chatting with Jack.
"You work out," I said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, looks like you guys do, too."  He downed the rest of his water
bottle and then added, "we should work out sometime.  I mean, all three of
us.  Or just you."  I nodded enthusiastically.  "Okay, well, I gotta get
out of here.  But man, I need to piss.  I'll have to catch up with you guys
soon."  With that, he stood and made his way to the restroom at the back of
the diner.

This was too much.  Knowing this place, I knew they had one of the most
awkward restrooms ever, which Aaron frequently complained about.  It was a
porcelain trough urinal that laid everything bare to those standing next to
you, with a stall in the opposite corner of the room.  If I walked in right
now and Jack was standing there taking his piss, I'd likely see him in all
his glory.  It seemed both creepy and harmless, but I stood and slowly made
my way toward the restroom.  I pushed the door open.

His head turned toward me, smiling.  "Hey buddy," he said, eyes focusing on
me.  I kept my eyes on his, only catching a glimpse of a fleshy piece of
meat from my periphiral vision.  He seemed to shake it twice and then
tucked it away.  I'd missed my chance to view his prize cock.  He made his
way to the sink, which was by the door.  I took the spot he'd held at the
trough and fished out my own dick.  As I began to let my stream flow, I was
struck with guilt and realized how surreal but also dishonest the situation
was.  Behind me, I heard the paper towel despenser squealing as Jack
wrangled one from its confines.  He turned and was beside me, drying his
hands, throwing the paper into the trashcan beside the urinal.  My eyes
were fixed straight forward in shame as he spoke.  "Huh," he said, "I guess
all gays shave their junk."  The words didn't sink in before he added "see
you around!" and exited.

I was lost.  What had that meant?  Was he referring to Aaron?  Was this
hint that... something...  No.  I put my hardening dick away and headed
home.  I wished so many things could have happened that could have never
happened because Jack was straight and I was in love with Aaron.  The sex
that night was better than usual.  And when I closed my eyes, I pretended
Aaron was Jack.

For the next two months, Jack joined us in working out after their classes.
I became more comfortable around him, but also couldn't shake the intense
attraction I felt.  He really was straight and I really was having a hard
time accepting that.  Watching him lifting and working out wasn't doing
anything to help my situation.  But our workout routine became the
highlight of my day.

One weekend, Aaron had to go to a conference out-of-state.  I continued
working out with Jack that weekend and decided to be a little bold.  "So,
how many gay guy's penises have you seen to know that we all shave?" I
asked between reps.

"Huh?" he said, grunting as he lifted.  "Oh.  Just the two.  Yours and
Aaron's."  It was so casual to him.

"When did you see Aaron's penis?" I said, my voice barely rising.

Jack set the weight back into its place and sat up.  "Calm down, loverboy.
You see all kind of stuff in medical school.  It's not like I wanted to see
it."  He seemed annoyed.

"It's not a big deal," I muttered.

"Yeah, I noticed that about him," Jack replied, dryly.  "But I'm still not
sure which of you is the woman..."

"Excuse me?" I said, jabbing him in the arm.  "We're both dudes."

"Yeah, but I guess I figure if the goal is to feel something, you'd be the
one poking it into him."  I liked the thought of this sexy man thinking I
was the top, so I just laughed and nodded.

The gym was quiet, and as we moved to the locker room, I turned to him and
asked "so you don't shave your pubes... or even trim?"  He lifted his shirt
and tugged at his shorts, revealing the base of a thick cock and a forest
of light brown pubic hair.  "Nope."

I felt something stir, but maintained myself.  "Maybe that's why you can't
get girls after it.  You need to trim that up, man."

"Yeah, whatever," he said, moving toward the lockers.  "I'm hopping into
the showers."  And without any warning, he shucked off his shirt and
shorts, revealing a massive cock and huge dangling balls.  Honestly, I'm
not a size queen.  I've always been the more endowed one in every
relationship I've been in.  But his soft swinging sausage was unexpectedly
thick and looked... amazing.  And, unlike before, I didn't bother to hide
the fact that I was staring at my boyfriend's straight friend's penis.

He stepped into the showers, water turning on.  Like the diner, these
showers left nowhere to hide.  I usually didn't shower at the gym, instead
waiting until I got home, but today I decided I would.  As I joined Jack,
he turned to face me.  "I guess we're all even now," he said.  "I showed
you mine, you showed me yours."

I stood for a second, again my eyes locked on his meat.  "That's big," I
said, plainly.

"Yeah," he commented, "but so are you.  And getting bigger by the second."

I looked down.  It was true.  I was slowly getting hard.  "Sorry," I
muttered, turning around.

For another minute, not a word was said.  I remained hard in the shower,
trying to calm myself down.  I felt embarrassed and guilty all at the same
time.  I decided to break the ice and turned back around.  His cock seemed
barely larger than it had before, but perhaps my eyes were just feasting
upon his endowment.  "You know," I said, "maybe you're a virgin because
your cock is so huge, no girl can take it."

He chuckled.  "Nah, I mean, I've done things, but never all the way."  My
boner somehow got harder.  "Like, this one girl I dated in college was
crazy for it.  She'd suck it down and give me handjobs and, oh fuck it, she
was ready to hop on it and really wanted it inside her.  I mean, she was
practically begging for it.  She wanted me to cum inside her.  But, in a
way, I guess the challenge just wasn't there.  And, I'm not ready for kids,
you know?"

As he was telling the story, he was absent-mindedly pawing at his cock.  It
grew to what I estimated to be just shy of nine inches.  His cock pointed
straight out from his body, curving slightly down.  Mine curved up.  We
were facing one another, about six feet seperating two cocks pointing at
one another.

"So, you gonna tell Aaron about this?" he asked.  "About a gay guy and a
straight bro cockin' it up in the shower?"  My mind raced.  Wait, was he
saying something was gonna happen?

"No, I won't tell him if you won't," I said, taking the smallest step
toward him.

"You should," Jack said, turning back toward the water.  "That boy of yours
has a kinky side just waiting to come out."

"What do you mean?"

Jack again stroked at his massive penis.  "Last week, he told me it'd be
hot if I watched you guys... you know?"

This was unexpected.  My boyfriend had discussed his straight friend
watching us have gay sex?  I was both turned on and confused.  And still
wondering what would happen in this moment.  Jack turned the water off.

"Relax, loverboy," he said.  "I'm straight, and I just think Aaron thought
it would be a hot thing for you two.  Nothin' in it for me."  And with
that, he wrapped a towel around himself and returned to the lockers.

That night, I texted Aaron, fishing at the conversation Jack had mentioned.
Eventually, he brought it up, asking if I'd be comfortable with doing
something like that.  My only response was to question why a straight guy
would watch two gay guys go at it.  "He owes me," Aaron replied.  "So,
wanna try it?  Nothing anal, just maybe sucking eachother off?"

Two week later, I suppose Aaron and Jack had all the details worked out.
"Nothing about this tonight is cheating," Aaron explained.  "It's just two
guys getting off and a straight guy getting an eyeful."  The night began
with drinks and a movie.  We'd never hung out with Jack this intimately
before, but as he got more drunk, more of his southern charm sneaked in.

As we all sat on the couch, the movie entered a steamy straight sex scene.
Aaron placed his hands on my cock through my jeans.  Jack turned and looked
down at Aaron's hand, chuckling.  "And so it begins."  Jack didn't seem at
all bothered as Aaron unzipped my pants and pulled out my nervously
semi-hard penis.  He turned his attnention back to the film on the
screen. Aaron moved his head down to my crotch and began to suck on my
growing member.  Jack glanced back at us.  "Wow, y'all don't waste any
time."  I pushed my pants and boxers to the ground and Aaron moved between
my legs.  By now, we were all a little drunk and just a little too
comfortable.  After sucking for a few minutes, Aaron stood and pulled his
pants and underwear down.  Jack looked at Aaron's hard dick and then at me,
commenting "well, get at it."  I wrapped my mouth around my boyfriend's
penis and began to suck.  Aaron moaned.  From the corner of my eye, I could
see Jack standing.  Perhaps he was going to join in...

Jack went to the kitchen, pouring himself another whiskey.  Aaron slid from
my mouth and leaned down.  "Bedroom?" he asked quietly.  I nodded.

We made our way into the bedroom, stripping off our shirts and crashing
into the bed.  Aaron left the door open.  "I've gotta have your ass," he
said.  I nodded, hoping that Jack wouldn't come in on this in spite of the
open door.  After a deep kiss, Aaron tore open a condom and began to slide
the condom onto his penis.  He grabbed the lube and put some of the sticky
fluid between my legs, ready to push into me.

As I lay there on my back, I looked oward the doorway.  Jack was standing
there, sipping his whiskey and watching as Aaron slowly penetrated me.  His
face looked deep in thought.  From where he stood, he could see my legs in
the air and Aaron's bare back and ass.  Aaron seemed oblivious to the
hulking straight man in the doorway behind him.  He bottomed out in me, the
smooth of his balls and abdomen against my ass.  He began to pull back
slowly before pushing in again.  From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack make
a face, as if to say "well that doesn't seem so bad."

Aaron thrust back into my, eliciting a quiet grunt from me.  "I might not
last as long," he said, almost as quiet.  He closed his eyes and began
thrusting into me again and again.  I looked to Jack, who was now further
into the doorway.  I gasped as I saw he now was holding his hard cock in
his hands, stroking at seeing the two of his entangled.  He continued to
stroke himself, making me wish he was just a little closer so that I could
taste his cock.  I was enraptured by his girth and the look of ecstacy on
his face as he continued pounding at his own cock, watching my boyfriend
fuck me.  I looked back up at Aaron.  "Here it comes," he said, pulling out
and tossing the condom aside.  Torrent after torrent of hot cum spewed out,
pooling on my abs and filling my navel.  I glanced back to the doorway.
Jack was gone.

As his heavy breaths began to subside, Aaron pulled away from me.  "That
was so hot," he said.  He leaned forward and kissed me.  "Do you need me to
help you finish?" he asked.

"No," was all I could manage as I lay covered in his cum.  Without a word,
Aaron stood and walked into the bathroom across the bedroom.  The door shut
and the shower turned on.  I closed my eyes, sill puzzled at Jack's furious
masterbation.

"That was... interesting," Jack's voice whispered, surprising me.  "I mean,
he did you.  Didn't see that coming."  He was still stroking his massive
penis.  I still lay there, covered in my boyfriend's semen.  I began to
touch my own rock hard cock, stroking myself as Jack drew closer.  "Does
your, like, does your asshole hurt?"  I shook my head.  "Can I see it?" he
asked.

I lifted my legs again, exposing my asshole to him.  "It's so different,
man," he said.  He moved closer to me, and touched Aaron's cum on my chest.
He scooped some up and used it to lubricate his cock as he began to more
furiously stroke it.

The next thirty seconds seemed to last a lifetime.  First, Jack looked me
in the eyes and stated very factually "I am going to cum."  Then he moved
still closer to me, his cock mere inches away.  As he drew closer, I could
feel the heat of his body, of his giant cock.  His head turned upward as he
let out a growl and thrust his pelvis forward.  The head of his penis
touched near my asshole, sending shocks through my entire body.  "I'm going
to cum," he repeated. Then I felt the warm blast of cum where his cock had
stuck my ass.  His head tore back down as he looked me in the eyes again,
his penis thrusting again.  As he continued to spew warm jizz from the head
of his nine inch cock, the next thrust landed squarely on my asshole.  I
pushed back at him.  And then suddenly and unexpectly his cock pushed into
my ass.  "Holy shit," he gasped.  He was continuing to cum in me, the first
time in my life I'd felt the warm sensation.  And then he- painfully and
erotically- thrust even deeper into me.  He let out near a howl as his cum
filled my insides.  I could feel his bushy pubes against my ass even though
he wasn't all nine inches in.  I looked up at him longingly and let my own
stream of cum burst forth.  It splashed across my chest and face, covering
my lips.  Still buried inside me, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips,
tasting my cum, too.

"Fuck," he said, "I had no idea it could be that good."  I had just let a
guy cum in my ass for the first time in my life.  Jack had just had sex for
the first time in my life.  Everything was so messy and covered in cum, but
as he collapsed on top of me, I was in heaven.  I could have it no other
way.

And then the shower turned off.