I sat there holding the remote, as a woman with huge tits blasted onto the screen. Her boobs bounced, her blonde curly hair fell over her face, and her moans echoed through the room, as a man fucked her from behind. Her makeup had looked like it melted down her face, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I observed a small wolf tattoo on her neck. For some reason, other than me being gay of course, I could not take my eyes off the guy. He looked so familiar.
As I continued to watch, sweat began to glisten on his forehead with his hair stuck to parts of his face from it. His hair had been in a bun; however, pieces had fallen out of it. I observed the many tattoos on his body. He had turned his head slightly to try and get his hair out of his face, as his hands were occupied cupping one of those bouncing breasts and the reaching over to touch the woman's clit, and I observed a small wolf tattoo on his neck, as well. I observed his nipples were pierced, and the other tattoos decorated him like I decorated my phone case with my bedazzle kit. His piercing green eyes looked right into the camera, as if looking straight at me. My breath caught in my throat. I could feel a boner coming on. I continued to watch, as he took his hand from her clit and smacks her ass. The smack was loud, and she screeched in pleasure and moaned his name. Her voice was so annoying it actually began to turn me off.
"Berrrnardoooo!" She moaned, as his pace quickened.
He picked up the camera and zoomed it in on his girth slipping in and out, covered in her liquids.
My eyes went wide. This was Mr. Bowman? My breath quickened, as I could hear his breathing get heavier. He put the camera back and turned her and his body, so I could see the side of them. His roundness of his ass was perfect, and was also decorated in tattoo. I couldn't believe he could go any faster, but he did. The camera was able to see his girth continuing to enter and pullout. I watched liquids spurt out all around, as the woman screamed out. Her body began twitching uncontrollably, but continued pounding her and then looked into the camera. I could tell he was going to cum.
"ALEXA TV OFF!" A baritone voice yelled, making me jump.
Just as Mr. Bowman was pulling out of the chick, the tv shut off. I had glimpsed his whole size before the tv went black, and boy was that shit big!
I jumped up from the couch fixing myself. Luckily for me, that woman's screams was a boner killer, so I didn't have to hide much.
I slowly turned and faced him. I could feel my face heating, as I took in his appearance. He was dripping wet from his shower. He had his towel wrapped loosely around his waist, and his hair hung long on each side of his face. My eyes swept over his body, where I observed his nipple piercing. His face seemed to be beat red and anger flickered like a candle in his eyes. I opened and closed my mouth not sure what to say.
"Get. Your. Clothes. And. Get. Out." He said clenching his teeth.
My heart was racing, but I jumped up, grabbed my bag, ran to his garage and grabbed my clothes out of the dryer. Quickly throwing the clothes on that were just a bit damp, I ran outside past the gate and down the road, not looking back once. The rain had subsided, but it was like a drizzle was in the air.
I kept running, until I finally turned the corner and could see my apartment complex. The brownish yellow building was like a beacon. Thank god.
I got into the door and hit the five on the elevator. The door shut, and I breathed out. Holy shit. Holy shit. I just watched my teacher fuck someone. A ping shot through my heart, when it dawned on my that he fucked a female. A beautiful big boobed blonde female. Something I could not and would not ever be. The little hope I had, which was soooo small not even a microscope could see it, evaporated as if it was not there. I don't even know why I would think I could get his attention anyways.
The elevator pinged, bringing me out of my thoughts. and I got up from my slumped position. A person, dressed in a black hoodie with the hood pulled up, walked past me as I was getting off the elevator. They brushed past and quickly pushed a button on the elevator to close the door. They kept their head down, so I couldn't see their face. I shrugged it off not thinking much of it. I have more important things on my mind. Getting my key out, I walked to my door to find a small envelope on my rug. I picked it up observing it. The envelope was a brown color with just my name written on it. I rolled my eyes. Probably some Jehovah Witness thing they do. Unlocking my door, I entered my apartment and was met by the scent of vanilla and chocolate. I had left my wax warmers on, which I know, I know, fire hazard, but it was so comforting coming into such a nice smelling place.
Locking the door behind me, I put the envelope and keys on my credenza. I breathed out and went to make myself a snack before undressing and throwing my clothes in the hamper. I sat on my couch and turned my little tv on, which blared some old black and white show. I think it was I Love Lucy. Man, Ricky Ricardo can get it!
The apartment I lived in was a studio apartment. Literally everything was in one room, with just a bathroom having it's separate space. My tv was on a small table I had found in the garbage while walking to school. The tv was not a flat screen like everyone had. I had the old school tv with the antenna. There was no such thing as Netflix or Hulu up in this house. That shit was for rich people, and I was far from being rich. I wasn't even comfortable.
My floor had a black fluffy carpet I had also found on the garbage. On the way to school, the houses are all rich people houses, and they really throw away treasures.
The walls were decorated with my various drawings of things that intrigued me. Mostly wolves, which is why I found it interesting the woman and Mr. Bowman had those on their necks. As I thought more about it, my cheeks became red. Flashes of Mr. Bowman pounding the life out of that woman went through my head. My manhood, if you can even call it that..shut up I'm small okay, began to harden.
I quickly got up and made my way to my small bathroom and turned on the cold water. I stood there letting the water cool my boiling blood. As I began to relax, I washed my hair and body before stepping out.
I glanced at the time realizing that it was already 10pm. I yawned and went to my bed that had been next to my couch. Luckily for me, the old tenant had left the bed behind and it wasn't in bad shape.
I snuggled up and began to fall asleep. This was my last day of sleeping so early. Work started tomorrow, and I had an interview at a club for some bartending job.
I turned over and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of a baritone voice and a lot of tattoos.