Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2016 12:29:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: z119z 2000 <z119z2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Like to Watch

I Like to Watch

The man's right eye unfocuses, glazing over with post-coital bliss. He is
too dazed to process what he is seeing. His breath is ragged. He swallows
great, hungry gulps of air. But he isn't thinking about his breathing right
now. He isn't thinking about anything.

Frankie has just face-fucked the man into the mindless oblivion. I've seen
it before. Frankie's good at taking his partners to that state.

A U-shaped loop of cum is splattered across the man's left eye and
eyebrow. The tail extends down his cheek and onto his chest. Frankie's
first shot. The man's nose and the area around his mouth are coated with
globs of Frankie's cum. As Frankie's spasms subsided, he aimed his cock at
the man's face. He knows I like to see him cum over his partner's face.

The man's left eye flutters as he struggles to pull it open. Frankie
reaches down and wipes the cum off the eye with his thumb. He pushes his
thumb into the man's open mouth. The man closes his lips around Frankie's
thumb. His cheek and then his throat muscles convulse as he sucks the cum
off Frankie's thumb and swallows it.

Both his eyes are open now. A thread of cum runs from his eyelashes down to
his cheek. He doesn't notice it. All he looks at is Frankie's cock, still
gleaming with his own saliva and Frankie's cum. Frankie slowly runs his
hand up and down his cock, squeezing it and forcing a bead of cum out. The
man obediently opens his mouth and licks Frankie's cock clean. He closes
his eyes. He wants to shut out all other sensations but the feel of
Frankie's hard cock sliding through his lips and across his tongue. He
wants to feel it thrust against the back of his throat. He wants more of
that frantic, uncontrollable, demanding, dominating cock that filled his
throat a minute before. He needs more. He needs.

When Frankie pulls out, his lips chase after Frankie's cock. He wants
Frankie in his mouth. Frankie holds the man's head back with his right
hand, as he slowly pivots from side to side. His cock sways back and
forth. The man's eyes track it. He is hypnotized by it. Frankie pulls open
the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. He fishes around inside,
feeling for what he wants. He finds it. He pulls it out and bumps his left
leg against the drawer to shut it. The man hasn't taken his eyes off
Frankie's cock.

Above him, Frankie uses both hands to open the packet he pulled from the
drawer. He tears off a narrow strip of foil and lets it fall to the
floor. He lowers his hands to his groin. The man gasps as the implications
of what he sees invade his mind. He smiles as Frankie places the condom
over the head of his cock and begins unrolling slowly—always
slowly—over the shaft of his cock.

Frankie always moves slowly, almost languidly at times. It's part of his
technique of seduction. He forces his partners to anticipate what he is
about to do to them, to desire what he is about to do to them.

It's one of the things I appreciate about Frankie. He knows I'm watching,
and he knows he's seducing me as well, making me anticipate what he will do
next, making me want it, making me want him, making me want.

*****

Frankie is the tenant of the apartment upstairs. Technically I'm his
landlord. The rent is a bargain between us. One of the bedrooms has hidden
cameras and is miked for sound. On the first and third Fridays of every
month, Frankie finds a suitable partner—I've never asked where he finds
them. In bars, online, through a phone app, maybe while he's shopping or
just walking around. Frankie never has any problem finding someone. I trust
his taste in men. There are no restrictions on the type of guy he can
invite to his apartment. He hasn't disappointed me so far. But then, with
Frankie's looks, he must have plenty of choices.

Once he's found someone, he sends me a text. One room in my unit houses the
camera monitors and the recording equipment. When I receive the text, I
unlock it and power up the equipment. Frankie never keeps me waiting for
long. Soon the door to the bedroom opens, Frankie flicks on the lights, and
he and his partner for the evening walk in. I start the cameras. There are
eight of them located around the room. Each gives a different view of the
room.

Frankie always begins by slowly undressing the guy. He often uses the same
line. "Let me undress you," he says to guys who start removing their
clothes. "It's like unwrapping a present." Frankie kneels down and unties
their shoes, all the while running his free hand up and down their
legs. The socks come off next. Then he stands up and moves behind the
guy. As he kisses the guy's neck and licks his ears, he swings that man
around so that his chest faces one of the cameras full on. Frankie
unbuttons the guy's shirt or pulls the guy's T off. His fingers find the
man's nipples and begin to play with them. His hands run up and down the
guy's torso. Almost all the men lift their arms over their heads and reach
back so that their hands close around the back of Frankie's head to pull
him in closer. They love it when he nuzzles their neck.

Frankie doesn't rush. Most guys' crotches bulge as they become aroused. If
they try to touch themselves, Frankie pulls their hands away. "What's your
hurry?" he asks. "We have plenty of time." Somehow Frankie knows how long
it takes to break each guy to his will. Ten-fifteen minutes, half an
hour. Then the guy just surrenders and hands his body over to Frankie. He's
feeling too good to protest. He doesn't want to interrupt Frankie. There
comes a point when he just submits to the sensations Frankie is creating in
his body. His own will oozes out of him. He slumps, letting Frankie hold
him up. He closes his eyes. His mouth opens.

Frankie's hands start reaching under the waistband of the guy's pants. He
pulls down the zipper and reaches inside. The guy bucks and thrusts his
hips forward, pressing his groin against Frankie's hand. He grinds his butt
against Frankie's body. Frankie peels the pants off the man's legs and
tosses them aside. He teases the man's crotch. A wet spot stains the front
of the guy's underwear. Frankie rubs the sticky pre-cum over the head of
the guy's cock. Sometimes, he lifts his thumb to the guy's mouth and makes
the guy taste himself. The guy is making little moans. He's begging Frankie
for more. He doesn't know what he wants. He just wants more.

Frankie pushes the guy onto the bed and then he steps back so the guy can
watch as Frankie disrobes. This is always one of my favorite parts. I chose
Frankie in part because of his looks. He is in his mid-twenties now. He has
a "swimmer's build." He is tall—six-one or six-two, tightly muscled
across his body, but not like a body-builder—trim and defined rather
than bulging. He keeps his thick black hair cropped short. It encases his
head like a tight-fitting helmet. His face is more exotic looking than
handsome. I've never asked, but I suspect that he is Eurasian. His features
are sculpted rather than blunt, and his skin tone is golden. The first time
I saw him, I knew he would be able to attract partners.

More important, though, was his willingness to perform for me and to allow
me to record his sessions. My online ad promised free rent in a fully
furnished apartment to anyone willing to allow himself to be watched. I
like to watch.

As you might imagine, the ad got hundreds of answers. Some who responded
were just titillated. They wanted me to tell them more, to entertain them
with a fantasy. Those I discarded. Some of the men didn't have the
requisite looks to attract other men, or at least the type of men I like to
watch. It's not that I have a particular type. I just feel that my efforts
should be rewarded, and young, firm, virile bodies are more stimulating
than older, softer ones. I auditioned several promising candidates, but,
their vigorous assertions to the contrary, they either couldn't perform in
front of the cameras or were such poor performers that it would have been a
waste of time to film them.

It was apparent from the first moment that Frankie is a natural. The man
makes love to the camera. He loves to show off. He instinctively senses
where the cameras are and how he should position his body and that of his
partner to best display them. He makes sure I get plenty of reaction shots
from his partner's face.

His audition was perfect. I offered him the use of the apartment
immediately. He readily agreed to the conditions—free rent in exchange
for two performances a month in the spare bedroom.

On the monitors, Frankie positions the other man doggie style. He bends
over and begins to rim the man, making sure that both his tongue and the
man's asshole are visible on one of the screens. The man moans gently at
the first touch of Frankie's tongue. His eyes close with pleasure. He runs
his tongue over his lips. He raises his face toward the camera (almost as
if he knows it is there). His lips gape open, and a bead of saliva appears
at one corner of his mouth and runs down his chin. He moans.

I like moans and groans and grunts. I don't like the talkers, the guys who
say, "Lick it, bitch," or "Fuck me." It seems so self-conscious and
scripted. Luckily Frankie is good at sending guys to that realm beyond
words.

Frankie takes a long slow lick from the guy's balls to the top of his crack
before zeroing in on his hole and drilling it with his tongue. He reaches
under the guy with both hands and fondles his nipples. The guy reacts
immediately. He moves his ass up and down against Frankie's tongue. His
cock is rigid and it bobs back and forth beneath his belly. His movements
are unconscious—they're automatic responses to what Frankie is doing.

I told Frankie there are no limits on the men he selects to perform with
him or what he does with them. I'm interested in watching, and I figure
that Frankie will perform better if the guys fit his preferences and if he
can do whatever brings him pleasure. The tenant before Frankie sometimes
brought home older men, bears. That was fine with me. They're not to my
tastes, but the performances are what counts.  I don't care whether the
tenant is a top or a bottom or versatile or whether he likes vanilla sex or
kink. All that matters is that he put on a good show.

Frankie is a top—at least he has been in all our Fridays to date. He
seems to prefer men who are shorter and smaller than he is. To judge from
his behavior, he also likes passive partners. He likes to be the giver
rather than the receiver of pleasure, and he likes to decide what is
done. The partners usually try to be more active at first, but Frankie's
skills are so good that they soon relax and let him do whatever he wants.

He also likes to take his time. He can spend an hour arousing the guy
before he even touches the guy's cock or balls or ass. By the time Frankie
gets around to what most of us think of as the erogenous zones, his partner
has usually melted into a hunk of moaning flesh.

Today's partner is no different. Frankie thrusts his face between his ass
cheeks. I can only guess what his tongue is doing, but the other man's arms
give way and his face sinks into the pillow. His knees slide down until his
entire body rests on the bed. His fingers clutch convulsively at the
sheets. He smiles and moans.

Frankie grabs the man by the hips and lifts him so that he is on his knees
again. Frankie's erect cock sticks straight forward. He wraps his hand
around the base and guides his cock between the man's glutes. He presses
forward slowly. There is resistance at first, but the man's hole suddenly
opens and Frankie plunges in one swift stroke. The man shouts and pounds
the bed. He grimaces.

Frankie lets his cock rest within the man. He strokes the man's back and
kisses his neck. He whispers something in the man's ear. The man nods his
head yes. Frankie slowly begins fucking the man. At first the man whimpers
a bit with each stroke and bites his lip to keep from crying out, but soon
his cries give way to gasps of pleasure at each thrust.

Frankie wraps his arms around the man's chest and rolls both of them onto
their left sides. Frankie's cock is visible on the overhead camera as he
fucks the man. Frankie draws it almost all the way out each time before
burying it in the man's ass again. It gleams in the lights. Frankie's
fingers find the man's nipples and begin squeezing them. The man turns his
head back toward Frankie, his mouth open, begging to be kissed. Frankie
obliges.

Frankie's strokes are slow, dreamy, deliberate. He is priming the man,
making him want more. Some nights he keeps to this pace for half an
hour. He seems to know intuitively when his partners are ready for
more. Tonight he spends twenty-two minutes by the clock. I can never guess
at the exact moment when Frankie decides that the man has had enough gentle
fucking and wants more. Perhaps there is some internal sign that Frankie
senses through his cock.

On the monitors, Frankie withdraws from the man briefly and rolls him over
onto his back. He grasps the man by the ankles and raises the man's legs to
his shoulders. He bends over the man and rolls him onto his upper back so
that his asshole faces upwards toward Frankie's waiting cock. He plunges
back in and slams his groin against the man's ass.

The thrusts come quicker, harder. The man's body shakes with the force of
Frankie's fucking. His pecs jiggle up and down with each thrust. If I have
one criticism of Frankie's performance, it's that once he starts the real
fucking, he cums quickly. It usually takes him about ten minutes to reach
his climax.

Tonight is no different. The two men surrender to the pleasure. They become
mindless fuck toys. They shimmer with the power of the sex. Their sweaty
bodies glide against one another, joined in the moment. Each thrust makes
them grunt.

This is my favorite part. I love the way Frankie's buttocks clinch and
mound in this stage of the fucking. Each slam of his body against his
partner sends a wave of movement from the bottom to the top of his
buttocks. A buttquake.

When Frankie cums, he gives a hoarse cry in which pleasure mingles with
triumph and satisfaction. A second later the man orgasms spontaneously,
covering his chest with his own cum.

When the spasms subside, Frankie makes a few final, lazy thrusts into the
man. They are enjoying the feeling of his cock inside the man.

Both men laugh quietly. Frankie eases himself out of the man and lies down
beside him on the bed. He embraces the man and kisses him, on his neck, his
mouth, his eyes. He lays his head on the man's shoulder and says something
to him. The man nods in agreement. The two of them nestle into the bed and
close their eyes.

I turn off the cameras. Frankie will wait until the two of them
recover. Then he will invite the man to take a joint shower. Sometimes that
leads to further sex. But I never record that. That is Frankie's business.

It will take me several days to edit the tapes from all the cameras into a
coherent performance. I always send Frankie a copy. I don't know if he
watches them. I think he does. Naturally when I edit the tapes, I focus on
the parts and the actions that interest me. Over time, Frankie has modified
his performance to give me more of those bits, the ones that catch my
attention. If he is trying to seduce me as surely as he seduces his
partners, he is succeeding.