Stock Take - Sex Stories

Stock Take

... forearms tanned where they had been in the sun. Almost against his will, Will's eyes were drawn to James's cock, swinging with abandon in time To Andrew's thrusts, its length hard, giving a small slapping sound as it flapped against his thighs.

James's face was flushed, his breathing heavy as he panted with pleasure. Over his shoulder Andrew's face was similar. Andrew was a similar age to Will, nearing 40 and it had surprised Will that these two were friends, or more as the case seemed to be. Andrew was more muscular, his working life all being manual labour giving him a bulkier stronger physique than the man he was currently fucking.

Will took all of this in within moments of peering round the create. His first reaction was to call out, ask them what the hell they thought they were doing, but before he could, he found that he was getting hard watching them. He'd never been with a guy, but like a lot of men had wondered what it would be like, and the scene in front of him was hotter than watching any porn on his phone.

Closing his mouth, he continued to watch, hearing the meaty thwack as Andrew's crotch slapped against James's ass. He saw Andrew bend forward, whispering something in James's ear, causing the other man to nod. They stood up more, and James twisted, he lips reaching for Andrew's as the two of them kissed deeply, with Andrew's cock buried deeply inside James.

Kissing always turned Will on, and he hadn't any action for months, and was feeling horny, ...

... and almost without thinking unbuttoned his trousers and reached in, grabbing his cock with his hand, and started to masturbate. His own breathing was echoing in his ears as he watched the two men, totally oblivious to him, continue to fuck.

He nearly jumped a mile when he heard a voice whisper in his ear.

"You dirty peeping Tom." Simon said, standing right behind him.

Will guiltily let go of his hard cock, and struggled to redo his trousers.

"It's not what you think." He whispered back, blushing a deep red.

"What, you're not watching our two colleagues fuck, and wanking off to it?" Simon said, a grin on his face.

"Well, yeh, but..." Will tailed off, realising that was exactly what it was.

"You know, there are better ways to get off than wanking," Simon said, "why watch, when you can copy?"

"What?" Will asked, confused, but didn't have time to ask anything else as Simon stepped up close. Before he realised what he was doing, Simon had unbuttoned his trousers again, and was rubbing Will's hard cock.

"You can't do that," Will stammered, but made no attempt to move away.

"Why not?" Simon asked, "Looks like you're enjoying it."

"That's not the point," Will murmured, but his will to fight it was dwindling, and disappeared completely when Simon reached into his boxers and rubbed his cock direct.

Simon spun him round so he was facing Andrew and James, and then stepped up behind him, never once letting go of Will's cock.

"Watch them fuck as I get ...