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Into The Fire
(Edward James)

There was a man, naked, lying on his back on the table. He was about forty, I'd say, he had dark hair over his chest and some grey hair over his ears. His head was back and he either had his eyes closed or he was looking at the ceiling, either way he was not looking at me. Between us was another man, bending over the table with his head about where the older man's groin could have been. The hairy man had his hands on the other guy's head and it was going up and down. The guy bending over was naked too and I could see his back clearly. He didn't have any hair on him at all and I imagined for a minute that it could have been me. He too was slim and not too tall. He was supporting himself with one hand on the table and the other on the hairy guy's chest where he seemed to be squeezing. 



I was rooted to the spot. I'd never seen two men doing this before and I don't think I realised exactly what was going on until the younger one stood up. I backed away a bit, thinking he would see me, but he didn't and something compelled me to watch again. When the slim man stood back I could see that he was only slightly older than me but he was blonde. Although I was shaking and felt like I was going to throw up this little voice kept telling me to stay and watch and I couldn't resist it. The hairy guy swung his legs over the edge of the table and it was then that I saw his dick. It was fat and grey. Then I felt really sick and I was shocked but at the same time intrigued, wanting to run but having to stay. As the young lad knelt the older man looked down at him and mumbled something I couldn't hear. Then he turned, looked me straight in the eye and winked at me.