Watch Queen

My friend j. had been a little pissed at me since I spent part of an afternoon with his wife, letting her torture me ( with a plastic ruler, a wooden yardstick, a fly swatter, a heated glass pipe,a cigarette and a stiletto heel ) and force me to perform oral on her. He was way too skittish and way too gay to have ever done the same for her. My wife had sanctioned the torture session, so, he was mad at her too ! When he petulantly asked if I'd be his "slave for an hour" I called his bluff and told him to ask my wife. He backed off. But I had asked him what his thing was, what got him off ? He didn't answer, at first, but then told me he would take me out one day and show me. He said it was complicated but he would explain it.
It was the day after Thanksgiving and our wives had gone shopping. He wandered over, beer in hand even though it was just noon. He told me it would be a good day to "go out and show you what gets me off." I rolled a joint and fired it up, but, he refrained from joining. He explained to me that his mother ( an attractive but domineering lady ) had sexually abused him from the age of eight until sixteen, when he ran away from home. She would make him perform oral on her and mount her with his little immature dick. So, he had a fractured sexuality from early on. He finished his beer and we ventured out. We were in his clearly marked work truck. He said it was a good ruse for his deal. His thing was cruising public restrooms for male-on-male action. He worked in pest control and would carry his can of bug killer into the shit houses like he was working. He would duck into a stall to suck or be sucked.
The first place was a public bathroom near the beach on the north end of the island, close to where we lived. We stood outside the door by the showers. The bathroom itself had two shitters, one long steel trough for pissers, and a wooden bench for changing clothes. It was a busy bathroom, lots of dads and little kids. A fat, balding middle-aged guy walked up, a bag of clothes in hand. He stared at J. and myself, and offered a thin smile. I nodded, but j. paid him no mind. He went on inside. A long haired young man walked towards us. He was covered in what looked like jail tattoos, and was snake-eyed and smirking. He looked at j. and I and squeezed his cock as he passed by, into the bathroom. j. looked at me and whispered " Okay, this is where you'll be the watch queen. Just stand at the door and cough when anybody is approaching ". He started towards the door, and I stopped him.
"There's another guy already in there !" He smiled and rolled his brown eyes. "Oh, he's a watch queen too ! He'll just be watching me and that young buck ! " He entered the bathroom and I stood at the door. The fat guy was on the bench, nude, stroking a small, but thick, erection. The tattooed guy stood at the trough, stroking his cock, which was hardening quickly. He turned and flashed the fat man, but, when j. walked in, he waved him over.
"Thought you'd NEVER get here, buddy ! I thought I was gonna have to stick it in fatty there !" he drawled. J. walked over to him and began caressing his exposed cock. The fat man, still nude, began jacking his dick, excitedly as he watched. J. kneeled and took the little-bigger-than-normal cock into his mouth and fellated him to an orgasm, which he swallowed. The fat man sprayed out spurts of pearl droplets that spattered on the floor, then, he quickly dressed. He thanked me as he left. The tattooed man lit a cigarette and muttered as he walked by, "Stick around queen, I'll be back with another full load in a little while." I shook my head and shrugged. j. came back out, adjusting his sunglasses. "Good job" he said.
We stayed there a little while longer. He sucked a couple more dicks, but never got his own sucked. Finally, he was sucking this really drunk guy who leaned over and violently puked into the piss trough. J. stood up and walked away saying, " Lets go !"
Rolling again, I asked about the public restroom at the other end of the island, at the fishing pier. "Oh no, you ever been in there ? It's a new bathroom, all bright and shiny, but it's used very badly ! Somebody goes in there and rubs shit on the walls ! It's a hellhole, and way too busy for any action !" So, we went off island for more action, in fact, a boat landing with a public restroom that was quite active with cruisers. It was very small, one stall and one urinal. There were several cars there, but, not many boat trailers. This was one of the cruising places I had seen J. leaving, in the past.
A little old queen was in there, and he greeted j. warmly, though j. didn't seem particularly glad to see him.
"I see Devon's car out there, " j. commented. "Where is he ? "
" Oh, he's out there at the cedars. He was just in here washing his dick ! I would say something about his going bareback, but, I swear, I don't think he can find condoms to fit that big motherfucker !" he cackled a cigarette laugh.
" Bullshit !" j. barked. "Magnums will fit anybody, or, at least cover enough to be safe !" I hadn't seen a condom yet, but, it had all been oral sex so far. We left the shithouse and j. took a path into a wooded area. It was fairly secluded. We came to a sort of sheltered clearing. A young man with a spikey haircut and dangling rat tail stood outside the clearing. He was wearing too short jeans cutoffs and a French cut pink tee shirt. He smiled at j. and spoke, "Heeeeyyyy ! You boys have to be naked to go in there !" We could see three piles of clothes neatly folded at his feet. I could see three figures through the bushes, two back, and one white.
"Ummmm, I don't like to get buck nekkid out here, "j. admitted.
" And, I'm just the watch queen, " I said, and rat tail boy looked me up and down and retorted, "No, I'M the watch queen ! You just strip and go on in there and get your dick sucked or your ass pounded, or try to suck on Devon's monster ! Good luck !"
" No, " j. demurred. "Let him be watch queen, and YOU strip, and I'll suck your dick. " Rat tail boy agreed and shucked off his clothes. j. finally agreed to strip to his tighty-whiteys. I positioned myself where I could see the action. Inside the clearing, a well-used place, there were a few old cedar trees, smooth from being used as fuck and suck platforms. One of the black men was bent over a limb while the other black man assfucked him. The fuckee was a little sissy, the fucker a coal black muscle man, six pack abs, broad shoulders, a mat of tiny curls covering his chest. In from of the sissy fuckee was a tall white man with a Kenny Rogers hairdo and a Steven Seagal scowl. He too was well built, fairly muscled, but his main feature was his monster cock that he slapped the fuckee's face with. It was the biggest dick I'd ever seen this side of Johnny Holmes. The cockhead was the size of a fucking tennis ball ! The little sissy tried to suck it and couldn't even get his mouth around the head. The white man, Devon, laughed at him and looked over at rat tail boy, who was stroking his fairly impressive cock, and j. who was tenting his undies with a stiffie. Devon frowned and barked, "Take off them undies, bug man !" he ordered j. who balked, then, complied. His dick was hard and was almost exactly as normal as myself ( six inches fully erect ) but not as thick as me. He stroked his erection as he sucked on rat tail boy. Rat tail boy didn't last too long and squealed his orgasm, j. swallowing it. Then, coal black ass fucker began moaning and roaring. Devon held a little bottle of Locker Room to his nose and he snorted as he came in the sissy's ass. Rat tail boy and j. kneeled in front of Devon and took turns licking his cockhead and long shaft. The black men dressed and left. Devon pushed rat tail boy across the same cedar limb and using only spit as lube, buggared him mercilessly until his cries became too loud. Then, Devon sucked j. as he stroked his cock ( which I later found out was 12 inches long, and 7 3/4 inches around ! ) As j. came, Devon also shot his load which wasn't nearly as impressive as myself. j. dressed and we hurriedly left, neither Devon or rat tail boy speaking a word to us. That felt cold and sort of detached. When j. asked me how I liked it, I told him that.
"Well, we all have secret lives, " he said as he lit a cigarette. "Devon, the big dick guy, and the real black dude are straight, like me." I smiled inwardly but didn't reply. " They go home to girlfriends and wives. So, we don't want to know each other, we just need a sexual release with no strings attached. " I sort of got that part, but, the unsafe sex with people you didn't know took me aback.
" So, how often do you fuck r. ?" I asked, referring to his comely strawberry blonde wife. He looked distasteful, and said, " Oh, some, not very often. She really doesn't like it that much. She has abuse issues in her past too, like, since four years old. An old uncle fucking her in the mouth. Then, when she went to the orphan's home when she was eleven, she was raped by older boys AND girls, the first night !" I expressed sadness, and he nodded somberly. That explained why she had a newfound desire to hurt men, incited by my perverted ass. Way to go, me !

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