Typical disclaimer: Everyone depicted in this encounter was over the age of 18 at the time.
I think that at some level, we are all voyeurs. Why else do we enjoy watching porn or reading hot stories here online? I think that we like to imagine ourselves being a part of a scenario while remaining apart from it. Sure, there are other underlying reasons, but I think that this particular kink, simply watching is the predominant factor.
This encounter happened waaaaay back in the 1990s. I was living in Tampa, Florida and one of the best gay bars to attend, at the time, was a place called Howard Avenue Station. It was a typical dance club and bar. Every Friday and Saturday night, the place was packed with the usual mélange of people ranging from Frat Bros, Twinks, Preppies, Grunge, Gym Bunnies and the like.
It was an expansive club, and I enjoyed going there. The music was always great and there was no real drama. The interesting thing is that it wasn’t really a cruise bar. It was more of a see and be seen type of scenario. Sure, hookups happened, but not to an extreme.
There were a couple of hunky Alpha Male types who the barflies tried to coerce into intimate liaisons, only to be shot down – scorched earth style. Fortunately, these macho fuckers were few and far between and they made for interesting observations. I guess this would be level one voyeurism. At least for me it is. I like watching people.
The club stayed open until 3am but by 1am most people started either heading home or to one of the Adult Video stores to watch porn or try to find a desperate hookup in the dark recesses of the arcade.
One night, I decided to hit one of the arcades and was shocked to find one of the Alpha Males on his knees in a Bukkake circle. It was glorious. This guy was the full package, as far as looks and body. I had seen him often at the club, but he would never give anyone the time of day. He was about 5’9” and muscular. He had a well-defined barrel chest and massive arms. He had a narrow waste (I hated him for that reason alone) and powerful legs. At the club, he always wore a baseball cap, white tank top and tight Levi 501s and Cowboy boots.
In the dim arcade light, I was gob smacked by what I was seeing. Alpha had pulled his tank top off and stuffed it into his back pocket. He had turned his baseball cap around backwards so that the bill would not obstruct his access to the buffet of hard cocks that circled him. I dubbed this concept a “peter-sucking hat” and smile every time I see a guy wearing one in that manner.
The Bukkake chorus line was made up mostly of college-aged guys with jock and frat bro looks. All were fit and sporting some impressive cocks. I couldn’t help wondering if this were a common ritual at this arcade because the way these guys formed a tight circle, almost like watching a rugby team huddle, seemed very synchronized and methodical. They linked arms to prevent any unwanted or undesirable relic to break their ranks. I saw a few trolls try to advance, but they were quickly turned away by what I determined was the goalie.
This didn’t stop folks from watching an amazing show. Alpha was on his knees and sucking on one stud who had a decent-sized cock – maybe 7”. While he was throating the guy, Alpha was also jacking the two guys on either side of the guy getting sucked. The sound of his sloppy blowjob technique was intoxicating and admittedly, I stood there with a massive boner. However, I knew that the goalie would not allow me to participate, so I was content watching.
After a few minutes, the first guy said he was going to cum. He pulled his cock out of Alpha’s mouth and sprayed his face with several thick globs of spunk.
“Hot” I thought to myself and rubbed my hardon through the fabric of my jeans.
Alpha had cum dripping down his chin and some had hit him above his left eye. Lucky bastard!
The first guy shoved his deflated cock back into his pants and left the circle which contracted into a tighter sphere, again blocking any unwanted interlopers from joining the ranks.
Alpha scooted over to the next cock and went balls deep in one swift motion. This guy was cock-hungry and the moans of pleasure he was giving was electrifying. In all, I counted 12 guys that were part of the circle. Alpha never slowed down. Watching him work those college cocks was mesmerizing. This definitely wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. He took several more loads to his face and chest. He was looking like a tasty Krispy Cream donut.
A few of the guys fed him their tasty load and he gobbled it down greedily. The sound of him panting between sucks was hot as fuck. I was leaking pre-cum by the bucket as I watched this all unfold. More and more patrons passed by or watched from the shadows. A few of them started sucking each other, given over to the lust that filled the room.
As the Bukkake circle grew smaller, I guess there was an unspoken rule or command, because the last few guys stayed in position after they busted their nut to make sure that their cum slut was not interfered with.
I was so mesmerized by this trainwreck. I couldn’t pull myself away and envied every guy who shot their jizz into Alpha’s mouth or onto his face. I secretly admired and envied Alpha, because he was experiencing something that would only be a fantasy for me.
Not surprisingly, Alpha saved the biggest and best for last. He was a tall, Latin guy who stood about 6’2” had long, lean muscles and wavy black hair. He sported a hefty dick that looked to be around 9”. It was thick and veiny, and the guy had massive low-hanging balls.
Alpha took it into his hands and started licking it passionately. He rubbed it across his cum-splattered face and then took the tip into his mouth.
“MMMPH!”
“MMMPH!”
The sound he made as he bobbed his head back and forth, trying to get as much of the massive cock into his mouth filled the chamber. More guys took their cocks out and started manhandling them or engaging in sucking dick in the dark corners of the room.
Alpha took a deep breath and pushed forward on the Latin guy’s cock. Little by little, he took it all the way down to the pubes. The Latino moaned in satisfaction.
“Holy shit, dude!” his breathing was becoming labored, and he held Alpha’s head in position so that he could not pull off that lovely dick.
“MMMPH!” “MMMPH!” “MMMPH!”
Tears were welling in Alpha’s eyes, and they made trails around the few clear patches where cum wasn’t splattered on his face.
Finally, he had to pull off the Latino’s cock to catch some air, but he immediately attacked it again with increased vigor. He jacked it with one hand while twisting his mouth around as much of the shaft as he could. With his free hand, Alpha massaged the dude’s impressive nut sack and tugged on the low-hanging fruit. The Latin guy started thrusting his hips forward and told Alpha he was about to cum.
Alpha responded by taking the full length of the cock down his throat one more time.
“MMMPH!”
Alpha pulled the Latino’s hips forward and the guy shot his load down Alpha’s throat. It was hot watching the spasms swelling in Alpha’s mouth and throat.
Alpha pulled off the massive cock which was still semi-hard. He rocked back on his heels and panted, trying to catch his breath. The Bukkake circle closed in on Alpha and helped him to his feet. He took his tank top from his back pocket and used it to wipe as much of the many loads of cum from his face. The circle finally disbanded and filed out of the arcade room.
I went home soon after and beat off in my bedroom. I guess the hour or so that I watched Alpha sucking cock had edged me to a monstrous load of my own because I shot a stream that hit my bedframe and several spurts landed on my chest and stomach. I gathered what I could and licked it off my fingers and palm. I have always liked the sweet taste of my cum and that night was no exception.
I never got to see another Bukkake circle at any of the arcades, but I’m sure they happened. I was just happy to have witnessed this one and have added it to my collection of memories from days gone by.
