Steve is bored with the same old/same old in his relationship with Billy and gets his kicks by spying on the slut in the apartment across the street, whose anal gymnastics get him hard. Billy is pissed at the lack of attention and when Steve’s sleazy, ugly boss arrives with two hot buddies in tow, he decides to put on an anal show of his own. But things get out of hand and Steve is forced to watch as money changes hands and Billy spreads his cheeks for anyone who wants him.
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Billy dimmed the lights and programmed the CD player. Suddenly, “Sin” by Nine Inch Nails thundered through the apartment. I watched, horrified, as he slowly gyrated his body and wagged his ass like some cheap pole dancer, miming the lyrics about being ‘defaced’ and ‘disgraced’ as he swayed around the room like an Indian cobra under the influence of a Hindu snake charmer. Mike and Raoul were in party mood, whooping and hollering. As my lover swept his hips tantalizingly within reach, Mike opened his wallet and tucked a note into the band of Billy’s briefs. Raoul was keen to join the testosterone melee that was engulfing the room and grabbed a handful of cash to shove it down the front of Billy’s increasingly revealing underwear while taking the opportunity to cop a feel. Jerry, as usual, was content to sit on his wallet.
I was acutely embarrassed. On the other hand, Billy’s eyes shone. Before I could scramble to retrieve his clothing and drag him into the bedroom, even before telling everyone the party was over, he panted and patted his butt cheeks.
He smirked. “Well?”
Jerry adjusted his cock in his pants. I turned away, disgusted.
“Not bad. Not bad at all,” Mike said. “But we still haven’t seen the real thing.”
Jerry sneered. “I can get ass and a blow job anywhere else for what you guys just paid.”
Billy extricated the cash from his briefs and flourished it in the air. “You think I’m some two-bit whore?”
But even from where I was seated I could see it was a substantial wad.
Mike dared him by counting out two one hundred dollar bills. “How about this?”
“That’s a lot of money just to look at someone’s ass,” Jerry said. He’d always been a mean bastard.
“What about me, man?” Raoul pleaded. Mike counted out another two hundred.
“You want to see it?” Billy asked Jerry.
The idea of my plug ugly boss ogling my boyfriend’s ass turned my stomach. When Jerry hesitated, Mike snapped, “It’s only fuckin’ money. For that, you get a moment in ass heaven. Or else, you get your money back. Right?”
Barry Lowe’s dreams of winning the Nobel Prize for Literature faded about thirty years ago when he realised what he wrote best was about the wild, wacky, wonderful world of sex and that his vocabulary would never rival Patrick White’s or even Evelyn Waugh’s. Since then he’s been happily churning out the odd gay sex comedy for stage as well as a mountain of newspaper columns and an avalanche of erotica for print and eBooks. He is also the author of Atomic Blonde, a biography of 1950s sex goddess, Mamie Van Doren. He lives in Sydney, Australia, with his long-term partner, Wally.
Check out his website at www.barrylowe.net.
Fetish: Voyerism / Exhibitionism - When you find your relationship going stale and your boyfriend spends more time watching the hunk across the street through binoculars than he does with you, how can you get his attention back? How about a sexy strip in front of him and his sleazy boss and two of his horny buddies?