STAKEOUT by bawdypen
He was a 16-year-old white boy who hung around, and dressed like, the Chicano homeboys...low-slung baggy pants and a red bandana over his head. Suspected of dealing, we had him under surveillance.
I was on stakeout duty along with Fred Melton. From different vantage points, we watched the dark area along the back alley. We conversed, when necessary, on walkie-talkies. I was on the third floor in the building directly across. I could see right into the second-story apartment where his girlfriend Theresa lived. A warm night, the windows and drapes were full open to air out a noisy, crowded party, but nothing was suspicious-looking. Until...
"On your toes, Melton!" I squawked. "Kid's coming out the back. Two greasers with him. I'm pretty sure they were at the party, too."
"Gee, maybe they just came out for some air," Melton sighed.
"Hmmm, could be. Sure didn't have to come out here to deal--unless he's got it stashed down there somewhere."
That's me, always thinking of the possibilities. I held the binoculars up, searching for them. They'd gone back into an alcove. Smart cookie! It was a pretty safe place where he could see and hear anyone approach in plenty of time to hide or dispose of illegal substances. Fortunately, a lamp half-way up the building spread enough light over the area for my purposes.
"You got it, Al?" Melton asked. "They're just out of range for me."
"Yeah...hold on. I'll keep my line open and describe what's happening." Hoping to discover his hiding place, I watched carefully. He was searching alright, but it was soon apparent it wasn't illegal substances he seeked...but immoral ones! "Oooh, looks like we got a wild one. Melton!"
"Yeah? You want I should call for backup?" Melton calmly asked.
"Not unless you got a line to Vice. He didn't come down to deal...he came down to FEEL! He's got a hand rubbing up both their crotches. Looks like our boyfriend is a sweetheart. Might just find out more than we wanna know about why he hangs with the Mex boys!" I chuckled.
"Yeah, he's giving 'em a good feel-up. Maybe those fat- assed Chicano broads aren't putting out. Course, that's hard to believe. Never had any trouble plugging those Catholic girls! Uh oh, I can practically hear them zippers from up here. Sure ain't getting any resistance, either. They're pushing their own pants down! Got's himself two handfuls of greasy meat, now, and he's just a-pumpin' away! One of the guys is undoing his pants for him. Now they all got their trousers and skivvies around their ankles. Danged if that don't bring back memories! Remember those circles jerks when you grew up, Fred? You musta done it, right? Everybody I knew did it. Fistin' a buddy's prick and helping him get off...lettin' him feel and jerk ya... all the jokes about which guy'd rather have it in his mouth. But nobody ever got up the nerve to try it...dammit! Nerdy Shel Goldberg sure had the lips for it. Couldn't talk him into going down, though. Even when I gave my word I'd do it after he did it. Course...I was just blowin' smoke. No way was I gonna put a fella's pecker in my mouth! You ever sucked a cock, Fred?"
"No, Al, I haven't," he replied sleepily. "We didn't have those mutual masturbation encounters either, Al. I'm a Mormon, remember?"
"So? Mormons got cocks, don't they? Hell, where I come from us guys handling each other's meat we'd be calling you the sissy!"
"I don't doubt that, Al. Are things progressing down there?"
"Uh...I think...maybe...YEP! Some-one's bending over. Wow, he's taking one of those stiff pricks in his mouth. HE'S SUCKING IT! Working him over like a real horndog, too. And the other one's underneath, licking his greasy balls!"
"You know, that's the second time you've described their genitals as greasy. You're not a racial bigot, are you, Al?"
"Fuck no. Why would you think something like that, pal? Hold on a sec." Thinking about those thrilling, teenage circle jerks had given me a boner! The sight down below didn't help much, either. Nasty, furtive sex always has excited me. Porno, dirty magazines, and chances like this to spy on people having sex. "You there, Fred?"
"Yes. You have everything under control now? Everything in hand?"
I had them in my sights again. "Hunh? What's that?"
"Not very professional masturbating on the job, Al."
"Now how the hell'd you know that?!" I chuckled.
"Heard your belt jingle and bang on the floor. What else would a guy like you do in a situation like this?" His sarcasm was amusing. One thing I never let get to me is the attitude of tight-assed prudes. "HOLD ON! Now he's blowing the other guy... and the first one has his hand sliding over his ass. Maybe he's gonna pork 'im! Hmmm, maybe not. He's gettin' down...pulling it open...kinda inspecting it...Awwww, goddammit, Melton, HE'S LICKING IT! Fuckin' Mex kid's licking his mutherfucking smelly shithole, Fred!" I cried out, stroking myself faster and faster. Oooh, licking asshole in an alley while a big-boned cop watches you and jerks his meat! If he only knew.
"Must you swear, Al?"
"Hey, listen...woo, you oughta see this kid go! Up and down his slimy asscrack. Sure looks like he's pushing a tongue up there, too! Now the other kid's yanked his prick from that cocksucking mouth and turning around. Guess he wants his butthole licked, too. And the white kid's going right for it. Got a tongue up his ass and gonna stick his up another guy's! They oughta call up for all the dudes at the party to come down and join the daisy chain. That'd be a sight, hunh?"
"If you say so, Al." Melton sounded bored. But he didn't have the view I did. Good thing I was in a dark room. With my pants down and my shirt open, I was practically pressed up against the window flogging my fat meat energetically. All Fred could do was sit there and listen to me. Well, he'd probably be disgusted if he could see them.
"Now they're switching all around again. Homeboys are sucking cock and that white faggot's still got his tongue up an ass. Jeez, these filthy little pervs sure have my huge boner leaking, Fred! I really oughta go down there and bust 'em... except I'd probably suck their hot cocks and then I'd have to kill them!" I laughed.
"Awwww, the cream's flowing, guy! They're taking turns coming all over the other two faces. UH! URGGH! K-k-kummming!!"
"Uh? Uh?" I heard Melton ask, but ignored him. At least until I'd caught my breath and fingered up the last tasty drops of spunk from my knob...squeezing it from my pisshole and licking it.
"What'd you ask, Fred? Man...fuckin' blew a wad of jizz all over the window! WHAT A LOAD! You shoulda seen it," I chuckled.
"I did, Al. JEZZUS FUCK, DID I EVER! I can still see that fat dong hanging there dripping! I came right after you did."
"Well you sneaky little fuck!" I cried. "Hey, that mean you suck cock?" It'd been a long time since I'd had a decent blowjob. Ellie ain't much for sucking cock.
"No. I wasn't joshin', Al. I've never messed with a fellow."
"Hmmm. Say, if...a...you suck on mine, I'll suck yours after!"
"Right. And you're just the kind of guy who'd keep his word!"
I laughed. "Buddy, I was a kid back then. I'll match anything you care to try...guaranteed! Guess I worry too much about my image to just get down on a man's prick...but once he shows me he's past all that macho bullshit, I'll drop it pronto!"
"What about the kids?" Melton asked.
"Fuck 'em! They can suck your cock some other night! Besides...it looks like they've gone back upstairs to the party."
"Yeah? Keep your pants down...I'LL BE RIGHT OVER!"
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