Watch This

Finn ducked into his car and closed the door before too much rain could follow him inside. He put the key into the ignition, but before he turned it, he sat back and took a deep breath. How did he find himself in this position right now, soaking wet and aching from the thrill of the, dare he say, best sex of his life?

He opened his phone and reread the conversation he’d had:

M: Hey

Finn: Good afternoon!

He was a handsome guy; lean, short trimmed beard, sexy in an overall average kind of way. Finn was practically describing himself, but this guy was a little older and a little blonder.

M: [unlocked photos]

M only had a couple photos and they were both close-ups of a wide, pink cock with a dangling foreskin. Finn loved foreskin. The pic were mostly soft, but the few that were erected showed that the guy had beautiful veins across his cock.

Finn: [unlocked photos]

He was proud of his nudes. A couple nice shots of his erection in the sunlight, some proper pictures of his hole that emphasized his ample butt cheeks.

Finn: Nice cock.

M: You’re hot.

M: Would you let me watch my boyfriend fuck you?

Finn: I don’t mind a good threeway. Can I see pictures of your boyfriend?

M: [Photo]

M: [Photo]

M: [Photo]

Two pictures of a very hairy cock; one soft and uncut that dangled in a thick patch of brown hair and the other showed a fully erect beast in girth and length with precum dripping down a bulbous cockhead. The third photo was a close-up of a fur-lined bicep that bulged against a pale background.

Finn starting to type, “Can I see a face picture?” when he stopped himself and thought: I would never do something like this, I would never meet a facelees stranger, but I am really turned on. Do I... do it? Fuck it.

Finn: I need to wrap something up. I’ll be about 30 minutes.

M: [Location Sent]

That was it. That was the entire conversation. He showed up about ten minutes early, the location was a small home in the Mount Two Timbers Garden District, the wealthier part of town that always felt mysterious.

Finn: I think I’m outside.

Finn waited a moment, contemplating his decisions and if he should turn around right now and go back to his car. He looked back toward his car, parked two blocks away. It took a long time for someone to answer the door, he wondered if he was being crazy, he should just leave and then the door opened.

“Hi, I’m Brant, like the plant,” the faceless boyfriend introduced himself.

He was shorter than Finn had expected, the top of his head coming just under his chin. He was cute, but Finn couldn’t help feeling a little discouraged by the attraction. It wasn’t as high as he had hoped it would be, and yet… the polo Brant wore was unbuttoned in just the right way so that a thick patch of chest hair poked up and over the last button. His arms were thick with dark fur, his voice was deep and soothing, and this guy was downright nice.

“Finn, it’s nice to meet you. I really like your house,” Finn said as they shook hands into an awkward hug. Brant smelled intensely good, a mixture of spices and natural musk. Finn melted into it.

“Thank you, come on in. We’re going to go through the kitchen and down this hallway, to the sunroom,” Brant said and directed Finn.

“Great art on the walls,” Finn said.

“Mitch collects and appraises art. We can show you some of them after we’re done, if you’d like,” Brant said.

Finn nodded and continued to follow. They stopped before a door at the end of the hallway.

“Mitch is already inside. Before we go in I just wanted to make sure you understood that Mitch wants you to completely disregard his presence. He only wants to watch. So, as far as you are concerned, it’s just you and I,” Brant said.

Finn was not particularly experienced in sex. He knew he enjoyed a good prostate massage, he enjoyed feeling a hard cock pressed against his tonsils, and he’d been blindfolded by one of his exes. He recently added “kink” to his “into” section online but could never really answer when people asked what his kinks were.

“Yes, of course, I can do that,” Finn said.

“Feel free to get into it, don’t hold back. You can look into my eyes and say whatever you want, I want you to feel safe. If at any point you don’t feel safe, tap me like this,” Brant demonstrated a two-fingered tap on Finn’s shoulder.

“Okay,” Finn said.

“Anything I need to know about you?” Brant asked.

“Oh, I get all my regular testing,” Finn said.

“No, I mean, likes or dislikes?” Brant smiled.

“Oh, I’m new to a lot, but I know I like being submissive,” Finn said.

“If you can trust me then we’re going to get along just fine then,” Brant winked and opened the door.

Daylight dimly lit the room through semi-sheer blue curtains that cast a blue haze. The floor to ceiling windows lined most of the exterior facing wall space. Mitch stood in a corner, his hard cock sticking through his unzipped jeans.

“Are you wearing a jockstrap?” asked Brant.

“Yes,” Finn said. He happened to be wearing his favorite old school gym jockstrap, standard white, with the wide waistband and just a hint of piss stains in the pouch.

“Take off all your clothes, leave the jockstrap on,” Brant directed.

Finn grinned and pulled at the base of his shirt. The arms caught on his biceps as he pulled it upward and over his head. He half folded and half tossed his shirt onto a small chair followed by the shorts he was wearing.

“Suck a little on this before you and I begin,” Brant motioned at Mitch's cock. Mitch stood and put his hands over his head.

Finn got onto his knees and moved into place.

“Close your eyes. No touching. Just take a deep breath and let it slide into your mouth,” Brant said. He was behind Finn now, hands on his shoulders and urging him forward.

The cock entered Finn and pushed at the corners of his mouth. It moved slow and steady until his lips pressed firmly against the base of Mitch’s groin. If Finn tried hard enough he could pull air in and around the cock.

“Hold it right there,” Brant said.

Finn felt the shirt come up and over Brant’s chest and head and saw as it was thrown to the side. Chest hair pushed out and against Finn’s back. His lungs began to warm. There was an unzipping and Brant’s pants were removed and tossed to the side. Finn’s throat got a little tighter. The thick veiny cock from the pictures slapped onto Finn’s shoulder just as he was beginning to hurt for air.

“Let it out. Time to work mine over,” Brant said.

Finn released Mitch’s cock with a gasp and trails of spit. He turned on his knees and faced Brant, fists on the ground, looking him up and directly into his beautiful blue eyes. Without looking away, he took Brant into his mouth and slid the cock down the length of his tongue. The smell of spice and musk filled his nostrils as he moved up and down the hard cock.

He picked up his hand to help work on the shaft, but Brant slapped Finn across the cheek. It stung, but it also felt good. Finn quickly put his fist back on the ground and let Brant move in and out at his own leisure. He could taste every inch as it moved in and out of his mouth, going deeper and deeper with every stroke.

“Put your head against the bed, deep breath,” Brant said and maneuvered Finn into a sitting position. Brant grabbed him by the ears and began to push into his throat. The cock hit the soft spot in the back of his throat and he felt as it gently curved and pushed down. Finn’s nose was buried deep in musky hair.

“I am going to fucking own you. You are going to be fucking mine, boy. You got that?”

Finn couldn’t respond. He couldn’t speak and he couldn’t nod, he just looked up and into Brant’s eyes. He moved his tongue gently up and down the shaft of the cock that was conquering his airways and listened.

“You want this cock? You want this cock shoved up your tight little slut hole?” Brant pulled his cock out of Finn’s mouth and, before Finn could close it, Brant leaned over and spit.

Another something new for Finn. He had never been spit on before, did he like it? It was different, it was new, and he could feel the cool spit stick to his manicured beard. He put his tongue against the spit in his mouth. He liked it.

“Get on your stomach on the bed,” Brant said.

Finn followed his command and got onto his stomach. Brant pulled Finn’s hands behind his back with one hand and began to lube his cock with the other.

“Are you ready for this?” Brant asked.

“Yes,” Finn began to reply, but noticed Brant looking into the corner of the room, behind him where Mitch continued to watch, stroking slowly, from the corner.

“Yes,” came a whispered voice.

Brant put his greased up cockhead between Finn’s cheeks and pushed the length of his shaft up and down, up and down, and then plunged into his hole.

He pushed in with gentle speed until he lay his entire weight on top of Finn. Finn’s arms fell away to his sides as Brant wrapped a thick muscular forearm around his throat and tightened.

The gentle strokes in and out of Finn’s tight hole grew harder and harder until Brant began to pummel ripples into Finn’s supple bubble butt. With each blow to his prostate Brant’s furry chest pressed harder and harder into Finn’s back. The hairy arm around his throat grew tighter.

“I can’t breathe, this is too tight,” Finn thought and began to shape his fingers like Brant had shown him, the two finger tap, he needed it. He picked up his arm to tap and before he touched Brant he had a second thought.

“He gave me the way out. He doesn’t want to hurt me. Am I just panicking?”

Finn felt sweat dripping, drip drip drip, off Brant forehead and chest. The pair were slick from the body heat, the friction, the fur.

Micheal continued to watch. Stroking quietly.

Finn held his fingers at the ready, but focused his anxiety into the pleasure. The way the warm sweat slicked the hairy bodies up and down. Brant’s warm breath on the back of his ear. His body relaxing, taking the thick bulbous cockhead with pride, and pleasure rocketed through his skin and made his arm hair stand on end.

Then Finn heard Brant moan. A deep, animal noise, complete with arching back and Finn felt the rush of warm cum balloon his insides. The arm around his neck loosened and Finn took a breath of fresh air. His head buzzed with the pleasure, the trust, and the freedom.

“Stay right there, I’m just going to,” and with ease, Brant flipped Finn onto his back all the while keeping his semi-spent boner deep inside of him. Finn’s legs wrapped around Brant’s and Brant pulled Finn’s face up and into his chest hair. He pushed his head firmly into the sweaty hair and playfully tossed it around.

“You okay? You did good,” said Brant.

“I had a lot of fun, thank you,” Finn mumbled through the chest hair.

“Watch this,” said Brant who put his hand over Finn’s mouth and before turning him to face Mitch. Mitch was standing, curled in ecstasy, and several shots of cum shot out and onto the floor.

“Do you need to cum?” asked Brant.

“No, thank you,” said Finn.

“Good boy,” said Brant.

Finn smiled ear to ear as he dressed and made his way to the front door.

“Hey,” Brant called, “if you’re not doing anything tomorrow, around about the same time, well, keep the address."