This story originally appeared in the New True-Life Stories" section, with this intro from me: I forever hear guys saying, "I don't know how to tie someone up," as if it was skilled labor. Here's a nice story from one of my favorite correspondents, in the UK, about a guy who wasn't even particularly interested in bondage but managed to do a good job, because of his interest in the guy he was doing it to. While we're at it, despite medical advances, coming in someone's mouth or having someone come in your mouth is still not a recommended activity. BW
A few nights ago I went to the downtown pub that, while hardly exclusively gay, attracts gays. No hassling. Everyone is accepted.
Some older fellow I'd seen about town offered to buy me a drink, and I was happy to accept. More drinks followed. I eventually agreed to go to his apt., which was close by. Because I was by now half-drunk, I got talkative and told him of my love of bondage. He was taken aback because I, who am 23, look so innocent and wholesome. He himself was not into bondage, but clearly he was into me. Without asking me what I had in mind, he led me to his big wooden bed, laid me down across it on my back, and proceeded to take off my clothes—all done very neatly. I was fully conscious but in no position to resist—not that I wanted to do so.
After he'd stripped me naked, he took off his belt and tied my hands over my head, though not to the bed. He then found some rope and tied my ankles to each side of the bed. He then took off his clothes. I can't say that I was all that turned on by him, but I was turned on by being tied up by him.
This guy didn't quite know what to do. Had I not been tied up, he'd have fucked me straightaway. But he was afraid of doing what could be taken as rape. So instead he stretched my arms, bit my nipples, and then forced his cock into my mouth. His cock was huge, and at first I had trouble taking it in. But take it I did. Within minutes he came in my mouth, and he wiped his cum all over my chest.
I was now really, really aroused. I had not yet jacked off that day—something unusual for me—and had to get off. I figured that the guy would let me go and that I'd jack off there and then or else get dressed and go home. But the guy was clearly turned on by my squirming and decided to keep me tied up a little longer. He got some more rope and used it to tie the belt to the headboard, so that I could not move my arms. He also tied rope around my stomach.
He then straddled me. I then had to tell him of my first sexual experiences and then of my best ones. He himself didn't care whether they involved bondage. Some of what I told him was true, but most was hyped to please him. He kept asking for details. I haven't had that much sex, I confess, so that I could tell him only so much. But it did the trick. He jacked off over my stomach, spread his cum all over me, and then started to jack me off. I wanted to get off on the spot, but he took his time, stopping and starting. Finally, he got too aroused to stop and brought me off. My cum—by now the accumulation of a day's worth and an evening's worth of arousal—shot over his face. I relaxed for a few minutes. He untied me. I got dressed and left.
I have not seen him since, but I hope to do so.
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