*It has been a loooong time since I last wrote. Hope you guys like it!*
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Richard took out his cock for the second time that night. His five inches were nothing special, but he still had needs. Rutting into his fist as he furrowed his brow and narrowed his hazel eyes, he felt himself lengthening. A loose brown curl fell onto his forehead as he looked down to see a drop of precum leak out of his dick painfully slowly.
He hadn't been this horny in years. It's not like his wife, Sheila, had put out recently. Richard had just turned 40, and while he had maintained decent physical shape, Sheila was going through a low and had no interested in sex lately. But he knew exactly what had been getting him hard lately. And it was all thanks to his friend James and James' partner, Bradley.
The first and only time Richard had met Bradley was two weeks ago at his and James' home. He'd thought about that night for days afterward. The way Bradley had come downstairs and cuddled up next to James. It had been so natural and tender to see James take care of his boy. And the way Bradley had automatically started suckling on James' nipple was a practiced routine in the hottest way. But James hadn't let Bradley call the shots for long. He had quickly positioned Bradley on all fours as he rammed into him over and over again, swatting his ass freely, whenever he wanted to. James controlled Bradley because he wanted to. And Bradley couldn't contain himself, begging to come on James' cock right in front of Richard.
Those memories fueled days of jacking off for Richard. He'd been living on the mental images alone until last Thursday when James approached him during lunch at work.
"Hey, man, how've you been?" James asked.
Richard looked up at him, awkward and unsure of what to say. James chuckled as he sat at the break room table and took out his own lunch.
"No need to be shy. We both remember what happened last week," James said as he smirked. "Listen, I have an idea. Obviously you know Bradley and I aren't shy, and I wanted to help you out."
"What are you talking about?" Richard asked.
"I want to set up a camera," James said. "I want to record myself fucking Bradley without him knowing it, and I figured I could share the video stream with you. It would be so fucking hot to fuck my little slut with you watching without him knowing."
Richard took a swallow of his water so he wouldn't have to answer right away. He wanted to scream "YES," but he still wasn't sure he wanted to accept this part of himself yet. "I don't know, man," he finally said. "I'm not gay. That was like a one-time thing for me."
"OK," James said. "Well, I'll share the link with you anyway. You can watch or not. I won't know either way. Just figured I'd offer. It'd just be so hot to fuck him and perform for you. Just think about it. You know Bradley's a hot little piece and imagine him fucking himself against me as you watched without him knowing. Jesus, he's such a good boy, haha. You know the other night I was fingering him before bed and he totally passed out like that. He was humping the bed and leaking out his dick in his sleep man. I could have done anything to him and he just passed the fuck out."
Richard wasn't going to make it till tonight, he thought to himself.
He knew he wanted to watch the guys. And now that Sheila was sound asleep, he had pulled out his laptop and lost himself in the video.
"Fuck, Daddy, I don't think that's enough lube," Bradley said on the screen. He groaned as James continued to ram into him as he held himself up on all fours.
"It's OK, baby, Daddy knows best," James whispered as he tilted his head down to watch himself enter Brad's asshole. "It's OK if it hurts you because it makes me happy. And you want me to be happy. Right, baby?"
