I Like to Watch
(c) by the author 2016
The man’s right eye unfocuses, glazing over with
post-coital bliss. He is too dazed to process what is before his eyes. His
breath is ragged. He swallows great, hungry gulps of air. But he isn’t thinking
about his breathing right now. He isn’t thinking about anything. Frankie has just
face-fucked the man into the mindless oblivion. I’ve seen it before. Frankie’s
good at taking his partners to that state.
A U-shaped loop of cum is splattered across the man’s
left eye and eyebrow. The tail extends down his cheek and onto his chest. Frankie’s
first shot. His nose and the area around his mouth are coated with globs of Frankie’s
cum. As Frankie’s spasms subsided, he aimed his cock at the man’s face. He
knows I like to see him cum over his partner’s face.
The man’s left eye flutters as he struggles to pull it
open. Frankie reaches down and wipes the cum off the eye with his thumb. He
pushes his thumb into the man’s open mouth. The man closes his lips around
Frankie’s thumb. His cheek and then his throat muscles convulse as he sucks the
cum off Frankie’s thumb and swallows it.
Both his eyes are open now. A thread of cum runs from his
eyelashes down to his cheek. He doesn’t notice it. All he looks at is Frankie’s
cock, still gleaming with his own saliva and Frankie’s cum. Frankie slowly runs
his hand up and down his cock, squeezing it and forcing a bead of cum out. The
man obediently opens his mouth and licks Frankie’s cock clean. He closes his
eyes. He wants to shut out all other sensations but the feel of Frankie’s hard
cock sliding through his lips and across his tongue. He wants to feel it thrust
against the back of his throat. He wants more of that frantic, uncontrollable,
demanding, dominating cock that filled his throat a minute before. He needs
more. He needs.
When Frankie pulls out, his lips chase after Frankie’s
cock. He wants Frankie in his mouth. Frankie holds the man’s head back with his
right hand, as he slowly pivots from side to side. His cock sways back and
forth. The man’s eyes track it. He is hypnotized by it. Frankie pulls open the
drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. He fishes around inside, feeling for
what he wants. He finds it. He pulls it out and bumps his left leg against the
drawer to shut it. The man hasn’t taken his eyes off Frankie’s cock.
Above him, Frankie uses both hands to open the packet he
pulled from the drawer. He tears off a narrow strip of foil and lets if fall to
the floor. He lowers his hands to his groin. The man gasps as the implications
of what he sees invade his mind. He smiles as Frankie places the condom over
the head of his cock and begins unrolling slowly—always slowly—over the shaft
of his cock.
Frankie always moves slowly, almost languidly at times.
It’s part of his technique of seduction. He forces his partners to anticipate
what he is about to do to them, to desire what he is about to do to them.
It’s one of the things I appreciate about Frankie. He
knows I’m watching, and he knows he’s seducing me as well, making me anticipate
what he will do next, making me want it, making me want him, making me want.
*****
Frankie is the tenant of the apartment upstairs.
Technically I’m his landlord. The rent is a bargain between us. One of the
bedrooms has hidden cameras and is miked for sound. On the first and third
Fridays of every month, Frankie finds a suitable partner—I’ve never asked where
he finds them. In bars, online, through a phone app, maybe while he’s shopping
or just walking around. Frankie never has any problem finding someone. I trust
his taste in men. There are no restrictions on the type of guy he can invite to
his apartment. He hasn’t disappointed me so far. But then, with Frankie’s
looks, he has plenty of choices.
Once he’s found someone, he sends me a text. One room in
my unit houses the camera monitors and the recording equipment. When I receive
the text, I unlock it and power up the equipment. Frankie never keeps me
waiting for long. Soon the door to the bedroom opens, Frankie flicks on the
lights, and he and his partner for the evening walk in. I start the cameras.
There are eight of them located around the room. Each gives a different view of
the bed.
Frankie always begins by slowly undressing the guy. He
often uses the same line. “Let me undress you,” he says to guys who start
removing their clothes. “It’s like unwrapping a present.” Frankie kneels down
and unties their shoes, all the while running his free hand up and down their
legs. The socks come off next. Then he stands up and moves behind the guy. As
he kisses the guy’s neck and licks his ears, he swings that man around so that
his chest faces one of the cameras full on. Frankie unbuttons the guy’s shirt
or pulls the guy’s T off. His fingers find the man’s nipples and begin to play
with them. His hands run up and down the guy’s torso. Almost all the men lift
their arms over their heads and reach back so that their hands close around the
back of Frankie’s head to pull him in closer. They love it when he nuzzles
their neck.
Frankie doesn’t rush. Most guys’ crotches bulge as they
become aroused. If they try to touch themselves, Frankie pulls their hands away.
“What’s your hurry?” he asks. “We have plenty of time.” Somehow Frankie knows
how long it takes to break each guy to his will. Ten-fifteen minutes, half an
hour. Then the guy just surrenders and hands his body over to Frankie. He’s
feeling too good to protest. He doesn’t want to interrupt Frankie. There comes
a point when he just submits to the sensations Frankie is creating in his body.
His own will oozes out of him. He slumps, letting Frankie hold him up. He closes
his eyes. His mouth opens.
Frankie’s hands start reaching under the waistband of the
guy’s pants. He pulls down the zipper and reaches inside. The guy bucks and
thrusts his hips forward, pressing his groin against Frankie’s hand. He grinds
his butt against Frankie’s groin. Frankie peels the pants off the man’s legs
and tosses them aside. He teases the man’s crotch. A wet spot stains the front
of the guy’s underwear. Frankie rubs the sticky pre-cum over the head of the
guy’s cock. Sometimes, he lifts his thumb to the guy’s mouth and makes the guy
taste himself. The guy is making little moans. He’s begging Frankie for more.
He doesn’t know what he wants. He just wants more of Frankie.
Frankie pushes the guy to his knees and then he steps
back so the guy can watch as Frankie disrobes. This is always one of my
favorite parts. I chose Frankie in part because of his looks. He is in his
mid-twenties now. He has a “swimmer’s build.” He is tall—six-one or six-two,
tightly muscled across his body, but not like a body-builder—trim rather than
bulging. He keeps his thick black hair cropped short. It encases his head like
a tight-fitting helmet. His face is more exotic looking than handsome. I’ve
never asked, but I suspect that he is Eurasian. His features are sculpted
rather than blunt, and his skin tone is golden. I knew he would be able to
attract partners.
More important, though, was his willingness to perform
for me and to allow me to record his sessions. My online ad promised free rent
in a fully furnished apartment to anyone willing to allow himself to be
watched. I like to watch.
As you might imagine, the ad got hundreds of answers.
Some who responded were just titillated. They wanted me to tell them more, to
entertain them with a fantasy. Those I discarded. Some of the men didn’t have
the requisite looks to attract other men, or at least the type of men I like to
watch. It’s not that I have a particular type. I just feel that my efforts
should be rewarded, and young, firm, virile bodies are more stimulating than
older, softer ones. I auditioned several promising candidates, but, their
vigorous assertions to the contrary, they either couldn’t perform in front of
the cameras or were such poor performers that it would have been a waste of
time to film them.
It was apparent from the first moment that Frankie is a
natural. The man makes love to the camera. He loves to show off. He
instinctively senses where the cameras are and how he should position his body
and that of his partner to best display them to the camera. He makes sure I get
plenty of reaction shots from his partner’s face.
His audition was perfect. I offered him the use of the
apartment immediately. He readily agreed to the conditions. Free rent in
exchange for two performances a month in the spare bedroom.
On the monitors, Frankie positions the other man doggie
style. He bends over and begins to rim the man, making sure that both his
tongue and the man’s asshole are visible on one of the screens. The man moans
gently at the first touch of Frankie’s tongue. His eyes close with pleasure. He
runs his tongue over his lips. He raises his face toward the camera (almost as
if he knows it is there). His lips gape open, and a bead of saliva appears at
one corner of his mouth and runs down his chin. He moans.
I like moans and groans and grunts. I don’t like the
talkers, the guys who say, “Lick it, bitch,” or “Fuck me.” It seems so
self-conscious and scripted. Luckily Frankie is good at sending guys to that
realm beyond words.
Frankie takes a long slow lick from the guy’s balls to
the top of his crack before zeroing in on his hole and drilling it with his
tongue. He reaches under the guy with both hands and fondles his nipples. The
guy reacts immediately. He moves his ass up and down against Frankie’s tongue. His
cock is rigid and it bobs back and forth beneath his belly. His movements are
conscious—they’re automatic responses to what Frankie is doing.
I told Frankie there are no limits on the men he selects
to perform with him or what he does with them. I interested in watching, and I
figure that he will perform better if the guys fit his preferences and he can
do whatever brings him pleasure. The tenant before Frankie sometimes brought
home older men, bears. That was fine with me. They’re not to my tastes but the
performances are what counts. I don’t
care whether the tenant is a top or a bottom or versatile or whether he likes
vanilla sex or kink. All that matters is that he put on a good show.
Frankie is a top—at least he has been in all our Fridays
to date. He seems to prefer men who are shorter and smaller than he is. To
judge from his behavior, he also likes passive partners. He likes to be the giver
rather than the receiver of pleasure, and he likes to decide what is done. The
partners usually try to be more active at first, but Frankie’s skills are so
good that they soon relax and let him do whatever he wants.
He also likes to take his time. He can spend an hour
arousing the guy before he even touches the guy’s cock or balls or ass. By the
time Frankie gets around to what most of us think of as the erogenous zones,
his partner has usually melted into a hunk of moaning flesh.
Today’s partner is no different. Frankie thrusts his face
between his ass cheeks. I can only guess what his tongue is doing, but the other
man’s arms give way and his face sinks into the pillow. His knees slide down
until his entire body rests on the bed. His fingers clutch convulsively at the
sheets. He smiles and moans.
Frankie grabs the man by the hips and lifts him so that
he is on his knees again. Frankie’s erect cock sticks straight forward. He
wraps his hand around the base and guides his cock between the man’s glutes. He
presses forward slowly. There is resistance at first, but the man’s hole
suddenly opens and Frankie plunges in one swift stroke. The man shouts and
pounds the bed. He grimaces.
Frankie lets his cock rest within the man. He strokes the
man’s back and kisses his neck. He whispers something in the man’s ear. The man
nods his head yes. Frankie slowly begins fucking the man. At first the man
whimpers a bit with each stroke and bites his lip to keep from crying out, but
soon his cries give way to gasps of pleasure at each thrust.
Frankie wraps his arms around the man’s chest and rolls
both of them onto their left sides. Frankie’s cock is visible on the overhead
camera as he fucks the man. Frankie draws it almost all the way out each time
before burying it in the man’s ass again. It gleams in the lights. Frankie’s
fingers find the man’s nipples and begin squeezing them. The man turns his head
back toward Frankie, his mouth open, begging to be kissed. Frankie obliges.
Frankie’s strokes are slow, languid, deliberate. He is
priming the man, making him want more. Some nights he keeps to this pace for
half an hour. He seems to know intuitively when his partners are ready for
more. Tonight he spends twenty-two minutes by the clock. I can never guess at
the exact moment when Frankie decides that the man has had enough and wants
more. Perhaps there is some internal sign that Frankie senses through his cock.
On the monitors, Frankie withdraws from the man briefly
and rolls him over onto his back. He grasps the man by the ankles and raises
the man’s legs to his shoulders. He bends over the man and rolls him onto his back
so that his asshole faces upwards toward Frankie’s waiting cock. He plunges
back in and slams his groin against the man’s ass.
The thrusts come quicker, harder. The man’s body shakes
with the force of Frankie’s fucking. His pecs jiggle up and down with each
thrust. If I have one criticism of Frankie’s performance, it’s that once he
starts the real fucking, he cums quickly. It usually takes him about ten
minutes to reach his climax.
Tonight is no different. The two men surrender to the
pleasure. They become mindless fuck toys. They shimmer with the power of the
sex. Their sweaty bodies glide against one another, joined in the moment. Each
thrust makes them grunt.
This is my favorite part. I love the way Frankie’s
buttocks clinch and mound in this stage of the fucking. Each slam of his body
against his partner sends a wave of movement from the bottom to the top of his
buttocks. A buttquake.
When Frankie cums, he screams. A second later the man orgasms
spontaneously, covering his chest with his own cum.
Frankie makes a few final, lazy thrusts into the man.
They are enjoying the feeling of his cock inside the man.
Both men laugh quietly. Frankie eases himself out of the
man and lies down beside him on the bed. He embraces the man and kisses him, on
his neck, his mouth, his eyes. He lays his head on the man’s shoulder and says
something to him. The man nods in agreement. The two of them nestle into the
bed and close their eyes.
I turn off the cameras. Frankie will wait until the two
of them recover. Then he will invite the man to take a joint shower. Sometimes
that leads to further sex. But I never record that. That is Frankie’s business.
It will take me several days to edit the tapes from all
the cameras into a coherent performance. I always send Frankie a copy. I don’t
know if he watches them. I think he does. Naturally when I edit the tapes, I
focus on the parts and the actions that interest me. Over time, Frankie has
modified his performance to give me more of those bits, the ones that catch my
attention. He is seducing me as surely as he seduces his partners.