Watching People ‘Playing Around’ Is Hot

Suzanne Clay guest post for Rub One Out Bingo

Throughout the month, our guest posters have talk about how arousing it is to watch someone have sex. It could be seeing a love interest masturbate or catching a couple (or throuple) get it on in a public venue.

Today Suzanne Clay explores why so many of us enjoy being a voyeur. Grab your #RubOneOutBingo card and get ready to rub out the last of your squares!

About Suzanne Clay

Suzanne is an asexual woman with a great love for writing erotic romance and enjoys spending her time confusing people with that fact. She believes there is a need for heightened diversity in erotic fiction and strives to write enough stories so that everyone can see themselves mirrored in a protagonist. She lives with her spouse and cat, and, when not writing, Suzanne enjoys reading, playing video games poorly, and refusing to interact outdoors with other human beings.

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Suzanne Clay guest post for Rub One Out Bingo

Watching People ‘Playing Around’ Is Hot

Hey, everyone! My name is Suzanne Clay, and I’m excited to talk to you today about voyeurism!

As a sex neutral asexual person, my interest in being physically involved in sex can vary, from being eager to participate to not wanting to be touched at all. The amount of shame I’ve experienced due to my wild fluctuation of repulsion is immense, and it took me time to work through and heal from the damage.

Whether I want to be in the bed with a partner or not, however, I have an inescapable curiosity about sex: what people enjoy, how they experience it together, and ultimately how vulnerable they must be just to initiate it. When I began to embrace myself for who I truly am—polyamorous, sometimes sex repulsed, sometimes not—I discovered that I could find healing in my own complicated relationship with sex by receiving a chance to view it without physically participating.

I can’t think of anything more exciting than watching someone I trust (or two people, or three, or more) offer me an intimate glimpse into how they experience pleasure and sex—and I know countless others feel the same way!

In my debut novel, Playing Around, Logan initially struggles with an unexpected attraction to his best friend, Christian, after they move into their college dorm together. Logan has no safe way to explore this burgeoning curiosity, given that both he and Christian are involved in relationships at the time. One late night, however, Christian and his girlfriend Charlotte return from a date, and while Logan appears to be asleep they begin to have sex in the bedroom the boys share—and, as you’ll see in the excerpt below, Logan gets the opportunity to fantasize about another man for the first time.

Playing Around

Playing Around by Suzanne Clay

Before you’re distracted by the steamy excerpt from Suzanne’s book, here’s more details about Playing Around:

Logan and Christian have been best friends since kindergarten. After spending their entire childhoods together, it makes sense they would go to the same college: the first step toward making their futures intertwine forever as blood brothers.

But being away from home means discovering freedom Logan and Christian have never had before, and their journey of finding who they really want to be—and how they want to fit into each other’s lives—is a messy one.

When a double date with their girlfriends turns into a new, erotic experience, both Logan and Christian are shaken by it. Suddenly, they can’t continue to see each other in a platonic light. Exploring their curiosity feels dangerous even when their girlfriends aren’t an issue, but ignoring their changing feelings is impossible.

Sexy Excerpt

A drawer opened and shut. Logan had teased Christian about putting his desk directly next to the lofted bed—as if Christian was ever going to roll out of bed and immediately work on anything—but hearing the crinkle of the condom wrapper as it was taken out told him exactly why he’d wanted it there. Christian was a man of efficiency. He only took the number of steps he needed to take, and no more.

No wonder he was so focused during sex. He had a game plan to stick to, and he wasn’t going to abandon it.

There was the condom wrapper being ripped open, and then a sharp groan that couldn’t have come from anyone but Christian. Logan turned his head to hear him better.

More slick sounds. More quiet, deep moans.

She’s blowing him.

An image sprang to mind immediately, how enraptured Christian would be when Charlotte took him inside her. He’d look like that right now, wouldn’t he? Subtly ruined, as though he was being burned from the inside out. As if this moment was the only thing he’d ever wanted.

He’s gotta look beautiful right now… The thoughts came, and Logan didn’t turn them away. He was too focused on the tightness in his boxers and the delayed afterthought—holy shit, I’m hard from this—that came right before he rubbed his cock through the thin fabric.

Christian would understand if Logan was getting off to this. It wouldn’t be weird. They’d watched amateur porn together once, when they were horny about anything and everything pretty. Logan was still flirting with being religious and had commented on how his folks wouldn’t approve of what they were doing—how, if they were caught, they’d yank him up in front of the preacher to have a good talking to next Sunday. Christian had shrugged. Said that if those people didn’t wanna be seen fucking, then they wouldn’t have put the video online, would they? They were getting something out of it. Probably money. Christian and Logan were giving them money by watching it. Didn’t everybody deserve support for what they did? For the toil they gave? For the services they provided? Christian and Logan, by jerking off to porn, were practically being patriotic.

It had been the most convoluted thing Christian had ever said, and Logan had been fascinated by it.

So here he was, his hand loosely cupped around his erection, his fingers resting at the base of his shaft where he swore he could feel his pulse pounding. Listening to his best friend getting blown. Making a decision, once and for all.

He made it. He slid his hand under his waistband.

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