One of my best, and busiest, correspondents just sent me this:
MATINEE AND EVENING PERFORMANCE
Brian and I have been bondage buddies for a couple of years now. He’s a big guy, almost 6’3” and bulky. He’s classically dark Irish with blackish hair and blackish eyes and a great face. We can't play together as often as I'd like, because he's a professional pianist and does a lot of touring out of town. Sometimes weeks or even months go by before he gets back home and we can meet up at his place.
One of the things I like most about Brian is he's a total switch. Another is that he really has very few limits in terms of what to do in bed. We always start a scene with me as the Top and him on the bottom, but he's a terrific escapist, so he always manages to wriggle out of the ropes and turn the tables on me. Because I also have very few limits, we can literally play together for hours if we want to. But he's a lot younger than me, so even though I've got decent energy for a guy in his mid-forties, he's got a lot more.
When I learned that Brian was coming home from a three-month gig in California a couple of weeks ago, I got ahold of him on the phone and asked we could have some "us time" at his place once he was settled back in. To say he was eager would be an understatement. "Same kind of thing as last time?" he asked. "You do me and then I do you?" I said that was absolutely the plan. He said that would be great, and we worked it out that I'd come over on Friday afternoon when both his roommates would be at work and we'd be able to play for three or four hours.
Now, at the same time, I was contacted by this other guy, who lives in Boston. He had read a story of mine on Bob Wingate's blog (it was about a guy named Reggie and called "Bondage in Five Phases," for those who need a point of reference) and got right to the point. “I'd like to have a similar experience to Reggie, if you're interested in something like that,” he messaged me. “I can be in New York this Saturday. I can get a hotel room and here's my cell number…”
I called him, and we had a nice conversation for almost an hour. He told me his name was Shawn. He was even bigger than Brian, 6’4”, and two years younger than Brian, 23. Unlike Brian, he was a virgin.
We discussed his limits (no pain, no penetration), and he let me know he’s extremely ticklish. In the end I felt we could have a fun scene.
“Great,” I said. “Call me after you check in and we'll make it happen.”
By this time my mind was reeling with horny joy at the prospect of having fun with Brian on Friday afternoon and then with Shawn on Saturday.
Brian called me Thursday to say he was officially home, the coast was clear with his roommates (they’d be out until 7 PM), and he looked forward to seeing me the next day at his place at 2.
And Shawn called me Thursday night to say his plans had changed slightly, he would actually be in town on Friday evening and was that a problem?
“Well, no,” I said, “it’s not a problem exactly, but I won't be available until after at least 7. Is that OK?"
Shawn said it was no problem, and we made plans.
I figured to myself, "OK, you've never had two bondage dates one after the other, but there's got to be a first time for everything, and you'll have your bag with you anyway with the the rope and bandannas and tape and blindfold, so why not go for broke?”
When I got to Brian’s on Friday afternoon at 2, we hugged and kissed and exchanged initial pleasantries. I had deliberately worn my Doc Martens with my black leather jeans, my motorcycle jacket and my Eagle sweatshirt, so when Brian said, “I’ve always really loved those boots,” I said, “Then get naked and get on your knees and show me how much you like them.”
He wordlessly disrobed, knelt and began to lick them, uttering an occasional “Mmmmm” as if to express how delicious they tasted. By now my dick was rock-hard, so I pulled it out of my leather pants from under my boxer briefs and pulled him up so that he was face to face with it.
“Hands behind your back and show me how much you want this in your mouth,” I said. He obliged with his hands, then licked his lips and went down my shaft in one beautiful gulp. I could have cum then and there but held back, and after a few minutes I said, “Okay, get up, open my bag, take the blindfold out, and put it on. And then just stand there.”
Brian did as he was told. He blindfolded himself securely and once again put his hands behind his back. I gagged him tightly, first by completely stuffing his mouth with a bandanna and then cleaving another one over it and tying it tightly behind his head, and finally securing it with several layers of black electrical tape (which he loves). Then I tied his hands behind his back.
His cock was standing at rigid attention as I led him to his bed and helped him lie on his back. I took my clothes off, then climbed on the bed, kissed his lips through the gag and whispered, “Who’s a helpless bondage boy?” into his ear as he moaned wordlessly. Then I kissed my way down to his broad chest until my mouth and fingers found his nipples, my lips on one nipple, my fingers on the other, then alternating. By now he was squirming to no avail. Before I even began giving him a blowjob, when I just tied a length of rope around his cock and balls, he was screaming into the tape. His cock was leaking pre-cum and he bucked.
After a while I stopped and with a little help from him I got him flipped over onto his belly, then spread his ankles wide and secured them to the corners.
Normally I’m not partial to hairy asses, I like a smooth butt, but there’s something endearing about Brian’s. I kind of like the way his hair feels against my face when I get in there and start licking his asshole. Which I began to do as I always do, while he groaned into his gag.
This must have gone on for about twenty minutes. I could tell he was ready, so I lubed him well, rolled on a condom, climbed on with my hand tightly over his gagged mouth and threw a really hot fuck into him. He struggled and tried to make a sound, but couldn’t, and it didn't take me long to cum. I love having a nice big boy underneath me.
I pulled out and sponged off in the bathroom, then went back into the bedroom where Brian had managed to get out of the ropes on his wrists and undo his ankles. He was staring at me with what looked like fury, and was holding a collar, a black ballgag and my blindfold in his hand.
“You really think you’re getting away with this?” he said menacingly.
“I...well...I...” I said.
“Shut up,” he said, as he approached me, stuffed the ballgag in my mouth and fastened it tightly behind my head. He blindfolded me and collared me and attached a leash to the collar. He walked me out of the bedroom by the leash, jerking me forward because I wasn't moving fast enough for him. He must have led me into the living room, where he sat down and laid me across his lap, ass-up.
“Somebody needs a spanking for being so rude,” he said nastily.
I tried saying, “No, Sir,” into my gag but it did no good. He really let me have it, about twenty good whacks with his enormous left hand while he held my wrists together with his right. Those pianists really have powerful hands. I was practically mewling into the gag when he finally stopped, placed a neck-to-wrist restraint on me and led me back to the bedroom by the leash. There he placed me on the bed on my stomach.
Brian spread my legs apart and tied them to the corners of the bed, then began working his lubed fingers into my asshole until he could insert three with no problem. My "Mmmphs" and grunts were pointless as he worked an enormous butt plug in. I shrieked into the gag until the thickest part was past my ring. And then all I wanted was more, but Brian had other plans.
“I have to practice,” he whispered into my ear. As he lumbered out of the room he said, “Struggle for me while I’m gone. A lot.”
For what must have been at least an hour, I struggled on his bed, completely powerless, while I listened to him play some absolutely beautiful piano music.
Finally the music stopped and a few minutes later Brian came back into the room. He removed the plug from my ass, which came out with a large popping noise. Then I heard him slapping on a condom and, without any conversation, he climbed on top of me and began to fuck me severely.
One of the things I love about getting fucked by Brian is the way his hairy stomach feels against the small of my back, so I concentrated on that and just relaxed into it. It probably took fifteen minutes or so before he gave a few final thrusts, bellowing his pleasure into my right ear as he came like crazy. He collapsed against my back before pulling out. Then I heard him go into the bathroom and sponge off. He came back and untied me. We held each other for some very intense kissing.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he said.
“I’ve missed you too.”
“So, what’s on tap for the rest of your night?”
“Oh, I have this meeting in the city. I can’t get out of it. But this was so great. If you’re not going out of town again anytime soon, can we repeat this experience or something close to it?"”
“You bet,” he said.
We kissed for a little longer before I put my clothes back on, re-packed my bag, and left. It was ten minutes to seven.
Outside, I was exhausted. But I said to myself, “Hey, let’s look at this like you were doing a Broadway play. It’s a matinee day. You had to do the early show, now it’s time for the evening performance.” So I got out my phone, called Shawn, who was waiting to see me, then grabbed a subway to go to his hotel. Fortunately the car was half empty, so I caught a bit of a nap, only waking in time for my stop at Times Square. By running, I got to the hotel by 7.30.
I knocked on the hotel room door and there was Shawn. Really quite beautiful, dark blond with blue eyes, and bulky.
“Hi,” I said, as I strolled in.
“Hi,” he said. “Wow...you really...I mean, you look just like your pictures. You didn’t lie.”
“Why would I?” I said, trying to get my Top back on after bottoming for Brian.
“I...I don’t know,” he said, smiling. “I’m just happy.”
“Good,” I said. “So get naked. Now.”
At first I thought he was going to protest, but then he removed his clothes. I didn’t tell him to lick my boots, because something told me this guy wouldn't be a boot-licker.
“Now get on your knees, facing away from me, and put your hands behind your back,” I said. He obliged, no problem. I blindfolded him, packed his mouth with a bandanna, tied another over it, then sealed it with three layers of duct tape. I guided him to the bed after getting him to his feet, tied his hands together in front, got him on his back, pulled his wrists up and over his head and secured them to the headboard.
Shawn seemed to go into ecstasy as I kissed my way down his chest and stomach towards his erect dick. Once I got his dick between my lips I got the impression he was going to cum right away, and stopped. “Don't you DARE!” I admonished. He was spilling a load of pre-cum. He weakly gave me a silent shake of the head as I tied his ankles to the headboard beside his wrists. Then I roped up his cock and balls.
I don't think Shawn was completely prepared for me to start licking his size twelve feet. We’d talked about it but I don’t think he knew how wonderful it feels, and he was a virgin to everything anyway.
I'm not necessarily a foot fetishist but I know how great it can be, especially for a boy who's tied up and gagged. So I worked on his toes and his instep for about a half an hour. Because he's ticklish as hell, when he wasn't trying to laugh through the duct tape he was moaning with abject pleasure.
Finally, with his asshole exposed to me like a tightly-gathered cavern, I knew it was time to start licking there. Once again, Shawn wasn’t quite sure how to react. He was alternating between laughing from ticklishness and arching his back with euphoria.
As a last measure I crawled on top of him, kissed his lips through the duct tape, lubed my hand and began jerking him off. It didn't take more than a minute or two before he shot a complete geyser that nearly hit the ceiling.
I myself couldn't possibly have cum a second time that night. I'd already had my orgasm with Brian and this boy didn't want to get fucked anyway. So I sponged him off, and untied him.
He asked if we could maybe take a shower together. We went into the bathroom, ran the water, and climbed in.
Once we were under the spigot, he said, “Do you kiss?”
“Of course I do,” I said. "You don’t?”
“I think I do,” he said. “I just never have. Could we?”
So we made out for about ten minutes, each of us occasionally maneuvering the other under the water so that neither of us would freeze. He was a natural born kisser.
“I have to see you again,” he said. “I think I just fell in love.”
“Shawn, you didn’t just fall in love,” I said. “You’re very young, this is your first time, you’re reacting to the moment, and...”
He turned off the shower and we toweled each other off.
“OK,” he said. “But I have to see you again.”
I got dressed and re-packed my bag for the second time that evening.
“So can we?” he said, as I was reaching for the doorknob.
I paused. “We’ll try to work something out,” I said. And headed for the subway home.
THE END?
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