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Watching a Buddy Fuck a Twink
As I mentioned in my story "Jacking with a Buddy", I once had the opportunity to watch my hot young friend Mark as he fucked a hot, younger twink.
It happened during a long weekend get-a-way to Indianapolis. Mark and I were sharing a hotel room, with two queen size beds side-by-side. After a long day of sightseeing and just generally being tourists, we decided to hit the gay bars. At the Eagle I drifted around, watching the leather boys play with each other, and I even participated in a small circle jerk in a darkened corner. Most of the time Mark was busy chatting up several very attractive young men. I would drift by him occasionally, checking in, and each time he was with a different hot young stud.
Some quick background. Mark and I are unlikely close friends. I was 53 at the time, Mark 27. Frankly, I looked 53. Mark however looked more like 23. Dark hair, very good-looking, naturally hairy chest, and his height, 5'6, made him seem younger than he was. He came across as playful and adventurous. Which, let me tell you, he was. And is. Although he looks like a conservative, clean-cut, All American boy next-door, he's actually quite aggressive and dominant in the bedroom. And loves being more than a little nasty.
He and I have always been very open with each other about sex, we bonded quickly when we first met, both being gay men in the conservative Midwest. We had no problem talking about our sex lives in detail with each other, sharing sexual adventures, being naked around each other, and sharing porn. We had even once had an aborted sexual tryst, but that was a fairly dismal failure, mostly because we were both knee-walking drunk at the time.
Anyway, after a couple hours of cruising and flirting at the Eagle, and with several beers downed, I decided it was time to hit the sack. I found Mark at the bar chatting a new hottie up. I told him I was going to head back to the hotel. He said he would take a cab in a bit, and so I left the bar.
About an hour and a half later, while I was in bed reading, my phone rang. It was Mark.
"Hey, do you mind if I bring a twink back to the room and fuck him? You can watch." Mark never beat around the bush.
"Fine with me," I laughed into the phone. "Bring him up."
"OK. But two things," I could tell Mark was speaking softly into the phone, so the twink must've been in the immediate vicinity. "When we get up to the room, my name is Clinton."
"I'm sorry? What did you say?"
"Clinton. My name is Clinton. I told the kid my name is Clinton." Mark often cooked up outrageous schemes to get laid. I had to learned to just relax, to smile and to go along with them.
"Like Clinton Talbot?" He was a mutual friend and Artistic Director of a large regional theater nearby.
"Not like him. Him! The kid wants to be an actor, so I told him I was Clinton Talbot."
I laughed. "So, our hotel room is going to be a casting couch tonight? Only the Twink doesn't know it's not real?"
"Yeah, kinda. Anyway, we'll be there soon." I could tell Mark was a little annoyed that I was questioning his sexual ethics.
"OK, see you in a bit," I laughed again. "I'm looking forward to this one." It was an odd situation, but it sounded like it could be a lot of fun.
"Oh, yeah, one more thing," Mark said hurriedly into the phone. "You're an actor, and you had a speaking role in 'Donnie Darko'. He's excited to meet you."
"Problem!" I nearly shouted into the phone. "I've never seen that movie!
"You've never seen 'Donnie Darko'?"
"No," I was laughing again.
"Well, get on Google quick. We're in the lobby. We'll be up there in five minutes." Fuck! This time was the plan spinning out of control?
It was closer to ten minutes later when I heard the hotel room door lock click open. Mark moved quickly into the room and to the foot of the beds, and behind him, obediently, followed the Twink.
He was about the same height as Mark, and very attractive. I know he must've been 21, because Mark had met him in a bar, but you could've fooled me. He looked 18. He was a cross between a hipster and an emo boy, his hair dark, although clearly not its natural color. And he had the beginnings of a goatee growing, none too successfully. The wisps of hair around his mouth mostly just made him look like a cartoon weasel.
Mark introduced us. I expected the boy's name to be Tyler, or Tayte, or Carson, or Hunter, or Justin. No. "This is Roy," Mark looked at me mischievously.
Roy wasted no time. "Clinton tells me you were in 'Donnie Darko'. I love that movie. I've seen it like twenty times!" He seemed a little too excited about it.
"Oh, it was no big deal. I had three lines in one little scene." I was vamping.
"So cool. Which scene?"
I was totally trapped. But Mark took over, talking about the the movie and the scene in which I allegedly appeared. They chatted about the film very knowledgeably, so I just kept my mouth shut. I pulled the covers around me, since I was still in bed, and listened intently to the conversation. It became clear Roy was hungry for sex, but was a little confused about the situation. From the way they talked I could tell Mark hadn't informed him that he intended me to watch them fuck.
I was feeling slightly uncomfortable. But Mark, always happy to be in charge, turned to Roy and said, "Come into the bathroom with me." As I said, Mark never beat around the bush.
They disappeared into the hotel bathroom, and it was extremely quiet for about a half an hour. Then I started hearing banging and thrashing around. I could guess what was happening. I could also guess I wasn't gonna get to watch that night, so I turned over, turned out the lamp next to the bed, and turned in.
Mark later told me he took Roy into the bathroom and roughly fucked him over the toilet. However, Mark couldn't stand Roy's tragic attempt at a goatee and before he would have sex ordered Roy to shave. And, surprisingly, the boy did.
Early the next morning I was awakened by sounds in the bed next to me. Heavy breathing and a rhythmic squeak I quickly realized were the springs of the bed reacting to some strenuous activity on the mattress. I was lying on my side, facing the other bed, so I slowly, surreptitiously, opened one eye to see what was causing the noise.
Mark had Roy in the missionary position, athletically pounding his cock into him. Mark, facing me, was on his knees, the boy's legs splayed to either side, hanging over Mark's hips. Mark was fucking fervently into boy, fucking him aggressively and roughly. He looked over and saw that I was awake, but, other than quick eye contact, made no acknowledgment of the fact, keeping it a secret from Roy. The only thing that changed was he picked up his tempo, fucking Roy's welcoming butt even harder. The Twink moaned softly, clearly loving every moment of being repeatedly impaled by my dominant young friend.
Mark pulled his hips back a little further than he had previously, paused just a moment, smiled, and then thrust forward with such force that Roy loudly let out an involuntary gasp.
Mark put a hand over the boy's mouth. "Shh! Don't wake him up," he whispered to the boy. Then he pushed his 7 inch cut cock forward even harder, clearly enjoying the ravaging of Roy's asshole.
Roy began gasping for breath, and Mark's hand tightened over his mouth. He glanced over at me to make sure I was still watching. I definitely was and Mark clearly was getting off on it. He slowed his thrusting hips, and carefully slid forward, burying his cock deep as possible within Roy. Then Mark bent forward, and while still inside the Twink's asshole, took Roy's cock into his mouth, sucking it. He removed his hand from Roy's mouth, spit on it, and began working the shaft with his hand as his tongue went up and down around the large mushroom head of Roy's cut, 7 incher. Mark was performing a sloppy, noisy, extremely hot blowjob. I began to stroke my now rock hard cock, slowly, clandestinely, without drawing Roy's attention to my masturbation.
As Mark's hand and mouth slobbered over his engorged cock, Roy loudly said, "Fuck, yeah. Suck my fuckin' dick!". Then he realized what he had done, and turned his head to check if he had woken me. Mark was very quick however, and, taking his mouth off of Roy's cock, he grabbed Roy's face and stared deeply into his eyes.
"Look at me," Mark whispered to the Twink. "Don't take your eyes off my eyes. Not for a fucking moment. I don't want you to break contact." Mark slid his hips forward and then they begin to rock. He was fucking the boy again, slowly this time, at first. Then his rhythm gradually picked up and before long he was once again passionately pounding the Twink's stretched to capacity bubble-butt.
Roy gasped and then immediately moaned yet again. Mark's hand instantly slapped over his mouth yet again. He began to sharply piston his hips, jackhammering the boy brutally. And as he did he whispered, "Don't take your eyes off mine. Look at me, I want you to look at me while you take my cock! While I fuck your hot ass!"
Mark pounded away for more than a minute, and then, with three forceful forward thrusts into Roy's asshole, he let out a guttural moan. I could tell he was cumming, squirting his sticky load deep within the boy's guts. He held his place, his hips pushed forward, forcing his dick even deeper into Roy, as his cock drained its spunk. Finally, he let out a deep breath, looked down at Roy, leaned forward and kissed the Twink on the lips.
"Bathroom," Mark issued a one-word order. Roy instantly obeyed, jumping up and running into the next room. Mark looked over at me, smiled, and quietly said, "Hope you enjoyed the show."
I smiled back, "I'm guessing it was even better than 'Donnie Darko.'"
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