Football voyeur

‘Must be changing screens again,’ Pedro thought and moved the camera to see more clearly what the guy was looking at.

The screen was blank. He adjusted his zoom so that he could see more clearly. There was the menu bar across the top but nothing had come up yet. 

But then it started. Slowly. Either this guy had a very slow connection, or else it was a very big file. Pedro looked back at the guy’s groin. He was still hard. This picture was obviously worth waiting for. Back at the screen: A line or two of blue. Sky. Then the tops of trees in the distance and then the top of someone’s head. The hair was glistening in sunlight, it was an outdoor photo. A forehead came into view. A man’s. That confirmed it, the nerd was queer. Now eyebrows were starting to show, dark and the face they were on was tanned. Ears, and then green eyes, both open and shining. Then the nose and mouth, no facial hair, clean shaven, and then the man’s smile. A cocky, wry smile that showed off a gap where a tooth had once been.

‘Fuck me!’ Pedro realised that he was looking at a picture of himself. Rather, that he was watching another guy wanking over a picture of himself. He didn’t know how to feel about this but then a pain in his groin told him what he should be feeling. His cock was rock hard and straining at the leg of his shorts. He’d suddenly got so turned on that the material had ridden up his leg and the end of his cock was open to the warm evening air. 

But the picture had not finished downloading. He saw his naked shoulders, his wide chest with its dark covering of thick hair, his flat stomach and then… When was this photo taken? Then he saw dark hair between his legs, a flaccid cock hanging over tight, small balls. Not his. Someone had made this up. The face was his, even the chest was his but someone had morphed the cock and legs onto him. He let out a short laugh. So the nerd was getting off on his face and someone else’s dick.

He pulled the camera away from the screen and back to the chair. It was empty. The guy was not there. Pedro pulled the camera way from his eyes and stood up. Down below the guy was on his balcony. And looking up at him. He was no nerd. He was good looking, blonde, well built. He had a defined chest and strong, naked legs. His cock was now rock hard and he was pulling on it slowly. His eyes, from what Pedro could see, were fixed on the footballer’s shorts and he didn’t seem to care who might see.

Without thinking Pedro reached up a leg of his shorts and pulled it across so that his cock and balls hung open in the air. He let it stand there and brought the camera up to his eye again. He focused in on the guys face and saw him lick his lips. The he pointed the lens downwards and widened the shot to get in all of the other guy’s crotch. One hand was slowly stroking his shaft as the other cupped and squeezed below. 

Pedro clicked the shutter. He had no idea why. The picture blacked and then came back. Holding the camera with one hand he started playing with his own ball sack, feeling its weight as he bounced it lightly for the benefit of his watcher. The other guy’s speed increased. Pedro took hold of his cock and drew his foreskin back slowly, tempting the guy with the sight of his purple head, all the time keeping his attention on the cut blonde cock that was on show for him. This was o.k. This was just a bit of lad’s fun. Pedro wasn’t gay, the nerd clearly was, but Pedro wasn’t touching him or sucking him off so there was no harm. He’d just let the guy get off on the sight of his idol holding his cock for a while and then go and jack off while thinking about Anna as a teenager. 

Suddenly something happened. The nerd backed off, went back inside and the light went out. All Pedro could see was the PC monitor. It had flicked to a screensaver and bathed the room with a dull blue light.

‘Oh bollocks,’ Pedro said to himself. He had been turned on and needed release.

He was a bit surprised at his own thought but then he was horny and any kind of sex was o.k. with him when he needed it to be. As he’d said, it wasn’t as if they were touching so it wasn’t really sex with another guy was it? He went back into the living room and kicked off his shorts. He started pulling on his cock and tried to bring up a picture of Anna naked but all he could see were a pair of small, smooth balls and a thick cock being stroked slowly and deliberately for him. He imagined the guy appearing at the door to the flat, walking in, dropping his tracksuit. Pedro imagined what it would be like if he knelt down and took the cock in his mouth. What would it taste like. What would those slippery looking orbs feel like in his hands. What would the guy do if he had his hero suck on them. What would it feel like if the blonde came down his throat and pumped his spunk into Pedro’s mouth. And then what would it be like to turn the guy around and bury his face into the smooth flesh of his arse. To lick his hole and taste another man like that. How would it feel when Pedro was sliding his cock into him, slippery and wet from the licking he had just given it. How would it feel to have the other guy gasp and pant underneath him as his idol, the football star, slid his heterosexual dick as deep into his cute arse as it would reach. To feel his dark hairy bollocks slap up against the light flesh and hold the guy’s slim hips as he thrust harder. How would it feel to fuck another man for the first time, to hold onto the limp, drained cock and rub his fingers over the circumcised head. To twist his golden pubes in his fist as he slammed the guy form behind. How good it would be to hear the guy beg him to shoot up his arse and how good it would be for Pedro to hear his own voice, begging the guy to tighten up. Pleading with him push back and milk Pedro’s streaming cock as he spurted deep inside. 

And to feel the other guy lean back against him and twist to try and kiss him. And how would it feel to kiss him back, to lock their tongues and taste another man’s spit. To feel the warmth and the equal power as they bucked together while Pedro spent himself inside another male. How good it would feel. To lie with the blonde under him, their fingers twisting together, their breathing the same, as Pedro pulled his dying cock from the guy and turned him beneath so that they could kiss again.

How good it would be.

Pedro’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the door bell.