Soldier76/Zenyatta/Lúcio – voyeurism; blackmail; frottage; fantasizing – Soldier has to go to yoga and hates it… until he doesn’t.

be aware that Soldier is a gross old man in this and a macho to boot 🙂

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Jack could feel the tension melting away. He’s hated that his doctor thought yoga would be the best option for him (he’s a goddamn man!) but right now he’s never been as relaxed as standing just behind the locker room doors after the last class and peeking through the small gap at the two instructors in the adjacent changing room.

The same two instructors he’s had a hard-on for since starting this fucking torture.

God, but they are tasty; one tall and sleek, the other shorter and stocky; both gorgeous and cute and doing their thing in tight, revealing clothes. Tight enough that Jack knows the shape of their soft, cute cocks.

Tight enough that Jack has found himself fantasizing of pulling one of them closer by their hips and sucking a wet spot through the thin fabric until he can slurp their pre-cum through the elastic.

They’re flexible; nice little boys for him to bend however he wants them to be and show them how a real man’s cock feels.

His hand is around his dick, squeezing, thumb playing with his foreskin as he watches the two of them kiss. Little soft smacking sounds accentuated by their throaty thighs as they grope at each other; Zenyatta slow, almost dreamy, and Lúcio more needy. Grabbing for the other’s small ass and pulling him close until Zenyatta has to go up onto the balls of his feet and break the suckling little kiss to let his head fall back and sigh towards the ceiling.

Jack nearly strangles his goddamn cock when Lúcio starts tugging at their clothes and just about manages to hook his thumb into his waistband and pull it down until it sits just beneath his balls. He does the same to Zenyatta, and Jack doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to think of anything but herding them against a wall and keeping them pinned while he sucks them down until they bump into the back of his throat.

It would be easy now, too, wouldn’t it? He’s got them in his hand, after all. Can keep them nice and in line with the knowledge of their secret little tryst. Have them perform for him privately; let them contort and show off their young, supple bodies.

Have them service him with their plump little mouths… He’s sure they’d love getting a big fat cock like his for once. A real man to service; instead of their flowery, sweet little make-out sessions…

They do look lovely together, though. Moving and humping and grabbing at each other; needy but obviously well used to the other’s body.

As he watches, Zenyatta rucks Lúcio’s shirt up until it is tucked beneath his armpits and stretched across his wide chest. Damn, but the guy is stocky. Looks like he could take a good, deep dicking without complaining too much.

Jack squeezes at the tip of his cock and hisses at the sharp pain when he is too harsh. He gentles himself down; forces himself to take deep, steadying breaths as he peers into the changing room again; watches Zenyatta sit down on one of the benches since he is so much taller than his friend, and hum soft and happy when he’s level with Lúcio’s chest.

Jack swallows hard; wonders how it would feel having them nurse on his chest like Zenyatta is doing for Lúcio now; looking so content gently biting at the tight brown nipples, one hand lovingly cupping the cock that’s been bouncing unattended in the air.

Maybe he’ll let them perform for him like that. Sit down and record them as Lúcio fucks Zenyatta, or Zenyatta rabbit humps between Lúcio’s thighs. Maybe he’ll let them wear their tight clothes and get needy and desperate when they can’t get at each other like they want to.

God, there are so many possibilities…