Watching His Ass Bounce On Her — Chapter 3

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 3: Watchers Anonymous

After the night in the closet with Eli, watching Grant’s giant meat pole do its thing, and then sucking him off, I went home confused, but thrilled. I felt nerves in my body that literally lasted for days. I didn’t know what it meant, and I didn’t know if it would happen again, but I knew what I liked.

I didn’t expect to see him again, let alone so soon. But there he was, Eli, standing across from me at the edge of the lunch tables like he had been considering it for a full minute before committing.

He wasn’t holding a tray, just a bottle of Coke and a granola bar. We had never talked before this week. Barely nodded at each other in hallways, and even that might have been me mistaking him for Grant from behind.

"Mind if I sit?"

I blinked. "Uh... sure. Yeah. Go for it."

He sat across from me like it wasn’t weird, even though it kind of was. I wasn’t exactly holding court here, just me and an empty bench, picking at a sandwich and trying not to spiral.

Eli unwrapped his granola bar, took a bite, and said, "You sleep okay?"

That made me pause. "What?"

"After the closet," he said, like it was obvious. "That was your first time, right?"

My mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "Watching?"

He nodded, matter-of-fact. "That and sucking someone off. I figured you hadn't done that before. You were kinda... twitchy."

I laughed, more out of shock than humor. "Twitchy?"

"Not in a bad way," he said quickly, like he didn’t want to embarrass me. "Just, you looked like someone watching fireworks from too close."

That was surprisingly accurate.

I took a sip of my drink, trying to hide how red my ears were getting. "So... you just do that? Regularly?"

Eli leaned back, balancing his bottle on the table with one hand. "Not, like, nightly or anything. But yeah. I've been in the closet before. My brother used to be clueless, but when he caught me the first time, he didn't say anything and let me stay. Then, he started inviting me to watch. I think part of him likes being on display."

"Yeah, I get that impression," I muttered, "did you know he takes girls to the football locker room showers too?"

"No I did not," Eli said, chuckling.

"That's where I first saw him."

"He thinks it’s all about the girls," Eli added. "Like we’re just really appreciative of his game."

I choked on my water. "Oh my god."

He grinned. "No, seriously. He even once caught me looking through his phone at his nudes, and he thought I just wanted pointers on how to make some of my own. He sent me his whole hidden folder in a text and just said 'take notes.'"

We both laughed at that, and suddenly it didn’t feel so weird that he was sitting with me. I mean, Eli's situation was messed up as hell, but it didn't bother me at all. It was kinda fascinating. I was barely accepting to myself that I enjoyed Grant's body as much as the girls he was with. But with Eli it was like we had skipped the whole acquaintance phase and gone straight to something else. Not quite friendship, but something shared. Something secret. It felt like we were the disgusting brothers from Succession.

"Just so you know," Eli said after a pause, "it’s not always that intense. Sometimes it’s just him making out with a girl. Or flexing in the mirror. I think he genuinely believes he’s doing a public service."

"Honestly? I kind of believe it too," I said. "He has this... gravitational pull or something."

"Yeah," Eli said, voice softer now. "He’s like the sun, and everyone else is just orbiting."

That made me look up.

He noticed. "What?"

"That’s exactly how I feel. Like I’m just pulled into his gravity, whether I like it or not."

Eli nodded slowly. "Same."

The word hung between us. We sat there for a minute, letting it settle.

Then, like nothing had happened, Eli pointed at my sandwich. "You gonna eat the crusts?"

I blinked. "You want them?"

"I hate wasting food."

I handed them over.

We didn’t talk about the closet again that day, but when lunch ended and we both stood up to leave, he bumped his shoulder lightly against mine.

"Next time," he said, "you can have the right side of the slats. Better view."

He walked off before I could respond, leaving me standing there with a half-eaten tangerine and a weird flutter in my chest. Nerves. Curiosity. Excitement.

—[]—

Grant pulled me aside in the hall between classes, ducking around a corner with a grin like he had a secret. He lifted his fingers to my face.

"Smell this," he said. "Guess what I just did in the third-floor bathroom with Cindy."

I hesitated, then leaned in. It was musky and sweet, unmistakably intimate. My whole body responded before my brain caught up. I leaned back against the wall, breath caught, and Grant just stared at me like he’d unlocked a cheat code.

"You like that?" he asked, teasing. "You love girls so much you even like 'em secondhand?"

He laughed, brushing his fingers under my chin in a way that felt weirdly tender. My head was spinning. I didn’t say anything. I just stared at him.

I had an immediate reaction in my body, looking him in the eye, his face inches from mine. I melted back into the wall, and he saw my eyes glaze over. Pure heat penetrated my body, and he looked mesmerized by my response. "

He slowly moved his two fingers to my mouth and pressed inward, prying me open. I closed my pink lips around him, and I let out an involuntary moan as I massaged his digits with my tongue. He responded by pressing in firmly. "Get it all off, horny boy. Taste her." 

I couldn't resist at this point. If he was this clueless that he thought I was only enjoying the taste of the girl on him, then he wouldn't mind me losing my inhibitions in front of him. The bell rang, meaning we were late for class, but we both ignored it. Without even thinking about being in school, and how anyone could walk by at any moment and see what I was doing, I whipped out my firm tool, and went to town, looking him in the eye, while he played with my tongue and encouraged me verbally. 

"Yeah, lick her juices off me. Show how you're gonna eat her out after prom. Lick her clit, bro."

Somehow, he was loving it. I dripped pre-cum onto the floor below us as I rapidly stroked my wet hog, my fist bumping into his crotch as he got closer to me. 

"Woops" he said, "you almost gave me the same treatment that she did." 

Something about the way he said it made me pause. He was asking for it, just like after the night in the closet. His fingers stayed in my mouth, as I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled down his fly. His mouth fell open slightly. For the first time, he seemed kind of nervous. Sure, the bell had rung at this point, and hallway foot traffic would be sparse, but surely someone would see us if we dared to go this far. But my horniness and his exhibitionist drive won the day, and I got down on my knees. 

I pulled out his oversized tool and let it stare me in the face, already throbbing, and in less than a second it was in my mouth. I really could taste her on him, plus all the sweat and musk of the day so far. He grabbed my head and groaned. "Lick all of her off me, clean her off me bro. Taste her pussy." 

He was clearly getting off on me enjoying her, and I was getting off on being used by him. I quickly lost control of the situation as he pushed my head down onto himself and started thrusting wildly. My gags and sputtering must have been echoing around the corner and through the hallways, but he had lost all sense of caring who might find us. I finished quickly and didn't even think about aiming away from his feet, and he got some spray on his pants as well. He didn't react, and he lasted about two minutes himself while he bounced my head on his dick like a basketball, before he pumped his seed into my throat. I swallowed naturally, and he slipped out of me. I coughed while we put ourselves away into our pants. I nervously looked around, the clarity hitting me how dangerous we had gotten, but the coast was clear. We parted ways witha  wordless nod, and I walked into my next class with a silent gesture to the teacher, acknowledging my tardiness. The punishment would come later. I was still in thrill seeker mode, on a high from getting away with what I had just done in broad daylight. 

But after a few minutes of ignoring the lecture, something felt off. Peter, the tall, red-haired guy sitting next to me, kept glancing my way. He played football, so he knew Grant, and his beefy shoulders and six-foot-four-inch stature made him intimidating. Maybe Grant had told him what we had done? I decided I was just being paranoid, and tried to focus on class. 

But near the end of class, Peter passed me a torn scrap of paper.

"I saw you in the hall."

My stomach flipped. I stayed frozen in my seat after the bell rang as the others shuffled out. Peter stood next to my desk, just looking at me for a moment, slightly closer to me than would be normal, casually jutting his crotch into my face. He leaned down a little, his voice almost a whisper.

"Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me." 

I looked up, sweat dripping down my neck, relieved that he was cool.

He smirked, and turned to leave, but paused. "If you ever feel like sharing that kind of fun... I wouldn’t say no."

And then he was walking out the door, his quiet strength apparent in his slow, confident gait. Just like that. Like we hadn’t just shared a moment that cracked my life open.

What is happening to my life?

Fuck.

—[]—

It was a couple days before Grant had me hooked around his finger again. He didn’t text me this time. Instead, he did something fun, and walked by during sixth period, pretended to accidentally drop a folded piece of paper onto my desk like it was a gum wrapper, and kept walking. Apparently he didn't want to risk our lack of control by talking to me directly in the halls, after it turned into an impromptu oral session the last time.

I waited until the teacher turned toward the whiteboard, then unfolded it.

"Tonight. 8:15. She's hot. Eli already called dibs on the closet so I guess you're sharing with him again. Sorry bro. Bring water and snacks, you will be in there for a while."

No name. Poor punctuation. Pure Grant.

I tried to play it cool, but my heart had already started to race. I didn’t even bother texting him. He knew I’d show up.

—[]—

Eli and I sat shoulder to shoulder in the dark, barely whispering, listening to each other breathe. Through the slats, we saw Grant do what he did best, his voice masculine and confident as he brought the girl into the room, and teased her lightly until she pulled him down onto the bed. She was gorgeous, sure, but I wasn’t even pretending to myself that I was watching her anymore. I was watching him.

After a while, I noticed Eli shifting beside me. I whispered, "You okay?"

He nodded, then gave a crooked smile. "You offering to help out again?"

I hesitated, then whispered, "If you want."

But Eli didn’t move. Instead, he turned his face slightly toward mine and said, just loud enough to hear, "I want you to kiss me. Not... anything else. Just that."

My heart dropped straight into my stomach.

I froze, breath caught in my throat. That wasn’t what I was expecting. My pulse was thumping so hard I could hear it in my ears. But I didn’t back away.

He looked at me without pressure, just waiting. So I leaned forward, slow and unsure. We kissed. Not big or showy. Just two confused guys testing something out in the dark, the sounds of Grant and his girl muffled behind us.

And weirdly, it felt okay.

When we pulled apart, neither of us said anything. We just looked back through the slats again, but now I could feel Eli’s knee resting against mine.

I didn’t know what it meant. But even after sucking off Grant the last time, that was the gayest thing I had done. And I liked it.

A minute later, Grant started his pounding technique on the lucky girl, and he had made sure to angle it just right so we could see his thickness as it disappeared into her body, and his large, egg-shaped balls bouncing in the air as she got the full treatment.

Eli shifted again, just slightly, and whispered without looking at me, “Get behind me.”

I blinked. “What?”

He didn’t turn his head. “Just for a second. Like… pretend you’re him. I just want to feel what it might be like to be her.”

I froze. Not out of fear, exactly. More like a buzzing static of confusion and intrigue. The sounds coming from the other side of the slats were steady, rhythmic. Grant’s voice, hot and breathy. The girl’s giggles punctuated by quiet gasps.

“Please?” Eli added.

So I moved. Slowly, silently, I got up and shifted behind him on the narrow floor of the closet. He was upright on his knees, his pants and underwear gone, his back curved inward just slightly. I knelt behind him, unsure what to do with my hands, until he reached back and gently guided them to his waist.

I pressed forward, resting my heavy erection on his ass. We stayed like that for a while, our bodies close, watching the scene unfold outside. I could feel his breath slowing down, syncing with mine, as I made the smallest movements with my hips, unable to control myself completely. He leaned back just a little, the back of his head almost resting against my shoulder.

“I always wondered what it would be like,” he murmured. “Not just being with someone like him… but being the one he wants.”

I didn’t say anything. I just held wrapped my arms around him gently, letting the tension settle around us like that. He held my arms against his chest, and pressed back into me. 

He reached into a bag I hadn't noticed before, and pulled out a large, flesh-colored dildo, complete with a set of balls. It was huge, the same size as Grant. I was sort of shocked. I had never seen one in person before. It didn't even look like a sex toy, more like a funny decoration. Keeping his eyes locked on the action in front of us, he pulled out a small bottle of lube with it, and coated the thing, making it slick. He held it behind him, offering it to me.

"Since we're in this together, would you?"

I chuckled. I guess he wanted to really dive into his fantasy tonight. I didn't say anything, just took it from him and aimed it at his hole. My nerves made me laugh in a quiet whisper, but my body was on fire with how hot this had gotten. When I pushed it between his cheeks, I watched them spread and make way for this thick pringles can of a sex toy. I met resistance at his hole, and he gently pressed back, making it pop it. He tensed up, but quickly relaxed. He had obviously gotten used to this thing before. 

My own dick was leaking copiously as I started to press inward, amazed that a human ass, especially on a smaller guy like Eli, could accommodate so much volume inside him. His dick was leaking as well, and I watched it drip a new drop every time I pressed inward another inch, until it was balls deep inside him. He closed his eyes for a moment. "Yeah, that's good. Now fuck me with it."

Almost forgetting about the stud getting laid that I came here to watch, I watched Eli in awe as he quietly purred while I started to repeatedly insert an analog of his brother's cock inside him. He started to push back, wanting it deeper and faster. My arm was literally cramped after a short while of doing this, but I pushed through for him. He stopped me suddenly with his hand. "Wait, I don't wanna cum yet."

He gently guided my hand to pull it out of him, careful not to overstimulate on the exit, and I dropped it on the carpet next to him when it was fully out. I moved up shoulder to shoulder with Eli, our hands holding our dicks by the base, trying not to cum yet, and returned to watching the scene I was here for, wondering what the fuck I had gotten myself into.

Grant had gotten the girl in a pile driver position facing the closet. He was such a fucking stud. He made girls lose their minds, just like he did to Eli and me. From this angle I watched his abs tense with every thrust, as sweat dripped down his naked muscles, and his girth repeatedly entered her. She was lost in another world, no doubt more than one orgasm deep, when he quietly announced that he was going to cum. 

He pressed fully into the lucky girl of the night, and dipped his head, before looking up, straight at the closet. He winked. 

He pulled his heavy tube of flesh out of her and let it plop down with a wet slap onto his thigh. Eli and I shared a look. It was mutual, satisfied understanding.

Grant put on a bathrobe and helped the girl find her clothes, and walked her out. Eli and I exited the closet, sitting on the bed, breathing in the experience again. We didn't bother putting any clothes on, hoping the next event would be similar to last time.

Grant took longer to return than normal, and when he appeared in the doorway, a big smile crawled across his face. He looked at our naked bodies, erections standing proud.

“Nice,” he said, walking toward us and dropping his robe, “party’s still goin.”