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Touching Nick
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No one writes sex better! Thanks for another hot, sticky load! This story should go on and on and . . .
rEStiNPeaCe
On the Prowl
no offense but I prefer if the story included some conflict in it...the sex story is erotic, but I think it needs something to make it more exciting and interesting...
just my 2 cents...
just my 2 cents...
No offense taken, rEStiN. This was the reason for my post earlier asking about the pacing of the story. I have to work my way out of this day of pure sex before anything else can happen. It will...just I have to get there first. That is at least 1 or 2 updates in the future, though.
AdmiraalW238
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My rule of thumb has always been that if a book does not get me by the end of the third chapter then I wont bother reading it anymore...you had me at chapter 1 and now I wait for the day Chapter 4 appears no matter how long it takes....you write so well that I am hard as soon as I started reading chapter 1 and stayed hard dripping precum through the end of chapter 3...now to go and wank and wait for chapter 4
Here it is guys, the next installment. Hope you like it. Like always, all fiction.
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Part IX
“Nick, I’ve never let anyone fuck me before. You will be the first. And, to answer your question, you can fuck me whenever you want.”
He smiled by way of reply, kissing me gently on the lips. “Let me rest awhile, then. If there is one thing I’ve learned with you, there is no reason to rush things. Just go slow and enjoy.” He cuddled back into me. My fingers traced across his body, smearing his jizz across his hard, sexy abs. We nuzzled gently, drifting off to sleep while sharing my recliner and listening to the pattering of rain on the windowpane.
A couple of hours later, I awoke. Nick was still cuddling into me, looking at me as I slept. “Good morning,” he said, and kissed me. “I feel much more rested now.” I smiled at him, kissed him gently, eagerly. My hands again began to roam across his hot body, I marveled at his smooth, silky skin, his soft leg and arm hair and his smooth, hairless, muscle-hardened chest. As we kissed, both our cocks began to harden. Soon we were both fully erect—steel hard, even. “Come on,” he finally said, “let’s take a shower.”
He stood up and stretched. I nearly swooned. For one magnificent moment, every muscle in his body flexed. His body, extended to its fullest potential, arm, leg and abdominal muscles fully defined, the little tufts of hair under his arms exposed, his 4-hair wide happy trail leading from his sexy innie belly button to his thick, hard, veiny cock with a glistening drop of precum on its tip that was sticking straight out from his pubic bush. Truly he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Nick glanced at me, saw me looking at him with my jaw dropped in awe and asked, “You like?”
“Me like a lot.”
Nick smiled in return and began to pose for me, flexing his muscles. I sat forward, touching, rubbing his body. I leaned in, licking nuzzling and gently nibbling on his cock. Nick put his hands behind his head, so that his body was fully exposed to me. Soon, I had his entire cockshaft in my mouth while my hands caressed his legs, inner thighs and his impossibly soft, fuzzy hair. My nose brushed into his soft, soft pubic bush while my fingers traveled up and gently caressed the sides of his nutsack, then moved on up his body across his abs, to his beautiful armpits, then back down to his scrotum. I pulled my mouth off his cock and began to pump it with my fist.
Nick’s eyes were closed, his breathing grew deeper. I put my mouth back on his cock and sucked some more. Soon, he was nearing climax. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and told me to stop. “Oh fuck, I’m so close. So close. You give the best blowjobs ever.” Suddenly, with a ‘screw it’ look on his face, he shoved his cock back into my mouth. Five seconds later, he pulled it back out, and trembling, fighting a battle between temptation and self-control said, “I want to fuck you with this load.”
“Well,” I replied, “I want you to last awhile when you fuck me, so let’s hit the showers so you can calm down a bit, big boy.”
I stood up, and grabbed his cockhead gently between my first and second fingers, causing him to gasp. I led him to the bathroom. I bent over to turn on the water, and felt Nick’s hands begin to roam across my body. Soon the water was the correct temperature and we stepped into the shower.
We were all business in the shower, if foreplay is business. First, he grabbed the soap, and soaped me up, cleaning me thoroughly. I loved feeling his hands as they glided over my body, feeling me in places that I hadn’t been felt before. Finally, he turned the soap over to me, and I repeated the process on him, enjoying the sensation of his hard muscles under his smooth, soap-slick skin. Finally, I bent him over, and washed his crack carefully, gently working my fingers around his hole. After I’d rinsed him off, I licked his ass a few times before he grabbed the soap and ordered me to bend over.
He worked in my ass crack now, too, washing carefully, his fingers gently probing into me. First one finger, then two penetrated my ass. Next, I felt his tongue as it gently licked around my hole. I could feel his little tuft of beard brushing along my crack, and loved the sensation. Nick kept going, getting more and more involved in eating my ass. Soon I was groaning, a constant stream of precum oozing from the head of my rock-hard member. Finally, he pulled away. “I love your ass.”
We washed each other’s hair, putting shampoo on each others’ cocks so that they were slippery during our frequent groping sessions with each other. Finally, rinsed and clean, we shut off the water and took turns drying each other off.
Once we were mostly dry, Nick grabbed my cock and led me to the bedroom. He had me lie down on my stomach. Next he grabbed a pillow and put it under my waist. This had the effect of elevating my ass so that he had better access. Kneeling behind me, Nick dove into my ass, licking, sucking, and fingering. I was in sheer ecstasy. I’d never felt anything like the sensations bombarding me from my ass before. Nick’s fingers were in and out of me quickly, his tongue zipping around touching every nerve with just the right amount of speed and pressure, his soft beard-tuft tickling my nutsack as he went. Soon, I was grinding into the pillow and knew that an orgasm wasn’t far away. Slowly, he pulled away, blowing gently on my hole. With his middle finger still buried deep inside me, he said, “Katie said I was the best at eating her pussy that she’d ever had. What do you think?” He put his mouth back on my ass, licking around the hole. All I could do was gasp and moan in reply. “I’ll take that as agreement?” he asked.
“Yesssssssss. Oh fuck yessssssss.”
He brought me to the edge of orgasm again then pulled away. “Roll over,” he said. “I want to be able to look at your beautiful face when I penetrate you.”
Immediately and obediently, I rolled over, positioning the pillow under by back to help with what was to come. I looked at Nick, and was bowled over by his masculine beauty as he knelt between my legs. He was putting lube on his cock. I loved watching his muscles move and seeing his glistening cock sticking out from his body. He pushed it down a couple of times, and let go suddenly so that it snapped back up against his belly. He smiled his naughty smile at me.
“I think you’re ready,” I said. “I know I am. Make love to me, Nick. Be my first.”
Nick looked me in the eye and smiled. Then, never breaking eye-contact, he lifted my legs and gently worked lube into my ass. Next, he positioned the tip of his cock on my hole, his hands gently rubbing and caressing my body. Then, he leaned forward over me and kissed me. Together, we both said, “I love you.”
He looked me in the eye again, as though asking for final permission. I nodded eagerly. Slowly, his abdominal muscles flexed and his cock began to glide into me. A look of exquisite pleasure crossed his face as he looked down at me. As he penetrated, I gasped in pleasure. Immediately, he stopped, afraid he’d hurt me, then made a selfless offer that came because his love for me was greater than his lust: “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to pull out? I will.”
“No, Nick, I want this for you, for me. Fuck me.”
He kept pushing in and in and in. Finally, his cock was buried completely in my ass. He then pulled out, then pushed in again, this time faster. Soon, he’d developed a rhythm and I was totally into it, groaning in pleasure. Nick was groaning, too. We were one being, moving together. Nick was going harder and harder. He moved into an athlete mode, a higher gear that made him able to piston fuck me without slowing, his abs putting on a show unlike any I’d ever seen before. Soon, we were both near the brink.
“I’m gonna cum!” he called out, “I’m gonna blow! AAARRRGGHHH!!!!” As his first shot entered me, my first shot fired out of my untouched cock, spraying both him and me with my jizz. Meanwhile, I could feel spurt after spurt of his hot boyseed shooting into my hungry ass.
We both froze, twitching in the afterglow of another phenomenal orgasm. He gently lay down on top of me, kissing me, telling me how much he loved me, me telling him I felt the same way. We lay there, intertwined, coated in sticky cum.
The sun was setting, we’d spent nearly 24 hours engaged in sex, and, as we kissed gently, it seemed that neither of us was ready for more than a short break.
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Part IX
“Nick, I’ve never let anyone fuck me before. You will be the first. And, to answer your question, you can fuck me whenever you want.”
He smiled by way of reply, kissing me gently on the lips. “Let me rest awhile, then. If there is one thing I’ve learned with you, there is no reason to rush things. Just go slow and enjoy.” He cuddled back into me. My fingers traced across his body, smearing his jizz across his hard, sexy abs. We nuzzled gently, drifting off to sleep while sharing my recliner and listening to the pattering of rain on the windowpane.
A couple of hours later, I awoke. Nick was still cuddling into me, looking at me as I slept. “Good morning,” he said, and kissed me. “I feel much more rested now.” I smiled at him, kissed him gently, eagerly. My hands again began to roam across his hot body, I marveled at his smooth, silky skin, his soft leg and arm hair and his smooth, hairless, muscle-hardened chest. As we kissed, both our cocks began to harden. Soon we were both fully erect—steel hard, even. “Come on,” he finally said, “let’s take a shower.”
He stood up and stretched. I nearly swooned. For one magnificent moment, every muscle in his body flexed. His body, extended to its fullest potential, arm, leg and abdominal muscles fully defined, the little tufts of hair under his arms exposed, his 4-hair wide happy trail leading from his sexy innie belly button to his thick, hard, veiny cock with a glistening drop of precum on its tip that was sticking straight out from his pubic bush. Truly he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Nick glanced at me, saw me looking at him with my jaw dropped in awe and asked, “You like?”
“Me like a lot.”
Nick smiled in return and began to pose for me, flexing his muscles. I sat forward, touching, rubbing his body. I leaned in, licking nuzzling and gently nibbling on his cock. Nick put his hands behind his head, so that his body was fully exposed to me. Soon, I had his entire cockshaft in my mouth while my hands caressed his legs, inner thighs and his impossibly soft, fuzzy hair. My nose brushed into his soft, soft pubic bush while my fingers traveled up and gently caressed the sides of his nutsack, then moved on up his body across his abs, to his beautiful armpits, then back down to his scrotum. I pulled my mouth off his cock and began to pump it with my fist.
Nick’s eyes were closed, his breathing grew deeper. I put my mouth back on his cock and sucked some more. Soon, he was nearing climax. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and told me to stop. “Oh fuck, I’m so close. So close. You give the best blowjobs ever.” Suddenly, with a ‘screw it’ look on his face, he shoved his cock back into my mouth. Five seconds later, he pulled it back out, and trembling, fighting a battle between temptation and self-control said, “I want to fuck you with this load.”
“Well,” I replied, “I want you to last awhile when you fuck me, so let’s hit the showers so you can calm down a bit, big boy.”
I stood up, and grabbed his cockhead gently between my first and second fingers, causing him to gasp. I led him to the bathroom. I bent over to turn on the water, and felt Nick’s hands begin to roam across my body. Soon the water was the correct temperature and we stepped into the shower.
We were all business in the shower, if foreplay is business. First, he grabbed the soap, and soaped me up, cleaning me thoroughly. I loved feeling his hands as they glided over my body, feeling me in places that I hadn’t been felt before. Finally, he turned the soap over to me, and I repeated the process on him, enjoying the sensation of his hard muscles under his smooth, soap-slick skin. Finally, I bent him over, and washed his crack carefully, gently working my fingers around his hole. After I’d rinsed him off, I licked his ass a few times before he grabbed the soap and ordered me to bend over.
He worked in my ass crack now, too, washing carefully, his fingers gently probing into me. First one finger, then two penetrated my ass. Next, I felt his tongue as it gently licked around my hole. I could feel his little tuft of beard brushing along my crack, and loved the sensation. Nick kept going, getting more and more involved in eating my ass. Soon I was groaning, a constant stream of precum oozing from the head of my rock-hard member. Finally, he pulled away. “I love your ass.”
We washed each other’s hair, putting shampoo on each others’ cocks so that they were slippery during our frequent groping sessions with each other. Finally, rinsed and clean, we shut off the water and took turns drying each other off.
Once we were mostly dry, Nick grabbed my cock and led me to the bedroom. He had me lie down on my stomach. Next he grabbed a pillow and put it under my waist. This had the effect of elevating my ass so that he had better access. Kneeling behind me, Nick dove into my ass, licking, sucking, and fingering. I was in sheer ecstasy. I’d never felt anything like the sensations bombarding me from my ass before. Nick’s fingers were in and out of me quickly, his tongue zipping around touching every nerve with just the right amount of speed and pressure, his soft beard-tuft tickling my nutsack as he went. Soon, I was grinding into the pillow and knew that an orgasm wasn’t far away. Slowly, he pulled away, blowing gently on my hole. With his middle finger still buried deep inside me, he said, “Katie said I was the best at eating her pussy that she’d ever had. What do you think?” He put his mouth back on my ass, licking around the hole. All I could do was gasp and moan in reply. “I’ll take that as agreement?” he asked.
“Yesssssssss. Oh fuck yessssssss.”
He brought me to the edge of orgasm again then pulled away. “Roll over,” he said. “I want to be able to look at your beautiful face when I penetrate you.”
Immediately and obediently, I rolled over, positioning the pillow under by back to help with what was to come. I looked at Nick, and was bowled over by his masculine beauty as he knelt between my legs. He was putting lube on his cock. I loved watching his muscles move and seeing his glistening cock sticking out from his body. He pushed it down a couple of times, and let go suddenly so that it snapped back up against his belly. He smiled his naughty smile at me.
“I think you’re ready,” I said. “I know I am. Make love to me, Nick. Be my first.”
Nick looked me in the eye and smiled. Then, never breaking eye-contact, he lifted my legs and gently worked lube into my ass. Next, he positioned the tip of his cock on my hole, his hands gently rubbing and caressing my body. Then, he leaned forward over me and kissed me. Together, we both said, “I love you.”
He looked me in the eye again, as though asking for final permission. I nodded eagerly. Slowly, his abdominal muscles flexed and his cock began to glide into me. A look of exquisite pleasure crossed his face as he looked down at me. As he penetrated, I gasped in pleasure. Immediately, he stopped, afraid he’d hurt me, then made a selfless offer that came because his love for me was greater than his lust: “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to pull out? I will.”
“No, Nick, I want this for you, for me. Fuck me.”
He kept pushing in and in and in. Finally, his cock was buried completely in my ass. He then pulled out, then pushed in again, this time faster. Soon, he’d developed a rhythm and I was totally into it, groaning in pleasure. Nick was groaning, too. We were one being, moving together. Nick was going harder and harder. He moved into an athlete mode, a higher gear that made him able to piston fuck me without slowing, his abs putting on a show unlike any I’d ever seen before. Soon, we were both near the brink.
“I’m gonna cum!” he called out, “I’m gonna blow! AAARRRGGHHH!!!!” As his first shot entered me, my first shot fired out of my untouched cock, spraying both him and me with my jizz. Meanwhile, I could feel spurt after spurt of his hot boyseed shooting into my hungry ass.
We both froze, twitching in the afterglow of another phenomenal orgasm. He gently lay down on top of me, kissing me, telling me how much he loved me, me telling him I felt the same way. We lay there, intertwined, coated in sticky cum.
The sun was setting, we’d spent nearly 24 hours engaged in sex, and, as we kissed gently, it seemed that neither of us was ready for more than a short break.
harry113
JUB Addict
Phew!!! Hott!! Thank you xrph.
This is really great, More please
Harry
This is really great, More please
Harry
AdmiraalW238
JUB Addict
Yet again, another well written and totally hot chapter...bring on Chapter 10
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I don't think any of your readers, myself included, are ready for more than a short break. Just let me catch my breath, wipe myself off and I'll be ready for another chapter. Thanks.
xXblatinoXx
Slut
dude;
i just read all nine chapters.
you're story is so fucking hot.
my boyfriend needs to hurry up and get over here so i can take care of some business ; haha.
i just read all nine chapters.
you're story is so fucking hot.
my boyfriend needs to hurry up and get over here so i can take care of some business ; haha.
Sorry it has been so long since an update guys...I was not exactly sure where to go with the story. I had some time over the holidays to think on it...and now I have a good idea for the next 4-5 chapters...so, now I have to write. Stay tuned. I hope to have an update ready tomorrow or the next day.
Here it is. As always, all fiction. I hope you like the direction the story goes from here....
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Part X
Suddenly, I awoke, and realized that we must have fallen asleep. It was about 6:30 am, and I realized that I’d slept about 9 hours non-stop. I looked over at Nick, his face was pressed into the pillow and scrunched up at a funny angle. It made him look hot, though I realized that everything made this boy look hot.
I slipped out of bed, put on shorts and a shirt, and wandered into the living room. There I saw his dirty uniform and realized that he was supposed to have a game later today and he’d need it. Judging by the fact it was still raining, I doubted they’d play. I gathered it up anyway, (sniffing his sliding shorts for good measure and drinking in his musky scent again) and took it to the washing machine. After I’d dropped it in and started the machine, I picked up the phone and called in sick to work. I was playing a hunch that the rain would give us another day together. If not, I’d just go in at 10:00 or so and say I was going to “try.”
Next, I realized that Nick still had nothing to wear at my house. I grabbed the key to his house his parents had given me, and went over, entering their house through the back door next to their new hot tub. While I had been in their house before a couple of times, I’d never been upstairs, and I felt a bit like a prowler as I looked for Nick’s room. It was the third door I checked. I went into his room and took it in.
It was a typical teenage boy’s room, with once exception. There weren’t any posters of girls on the walls, just male athletes. One wouldn’t think anything of that unless one knew what I did about Nick’s sexual appetite and preferences. I saw his backpack on the ground, and I unzipped it, tossing it on his bed. Next, I went to his closet and grabbed a collared Hollister shirt (white with thin blue horizontal stripes) that looked just a touch too small for him. I loved how soft the fabric was. Next, I opened his dresser drawers (starting at the bottom) until I found a pair of shorts for him…I selected a pair also from Hollister (I wanted my boy to match) with a 36 inch waistband. As I guessed Nick’s waist at 31-32 inches, I knew these would have plenty of sag to them. I saw a belt on the floor, and tossed that in to the bag. I opened his top drawer, found a pair of ankle socks, a ribbed wife beater t-shirt and then turned to the stack of underwear. As I loved a boy in his boxers, I wanted to pick just the right pair. I spent some time digging through the drawer (and discovered a half-empty box of condoms) before finally finding a pair of grey-waistband green American Eagle boxers that had these cute little footballs on them. I folded these carefully, and placed them in the backpack. I stepped into his bathroom, grabbed his toiletry bag (still packed from Football camp), and put that in the bag. Grabbing his grey shoes, I headed back to my house.
I returned to my bedroom to see Nick sitting up in bed, bleary-eyed, holding his phone. “Good morning,” I said.
“Hi.” He finished pushing some buttons, and then closed his phone. “That was a text message from Coach. The game today has been cancelled. Also, it is too wet for practice.” He spied the backpack on my shoulder. “Is that my bag?”
“Yes. I put your uniform in the wash, and realized you had no clothes. I went over to your house and got you some. I also got your toothbrush and stuff like that.”
“Thanks.” I dropped the bag and slid onto the bed. We nuzzled noses for awhile. As things started to heat up, Nick said, “Hold on…for now. I want to wait awhile today. Deny ourselves a little.” He got a naughty look on his face. “How about a trip to the city? There is a store I want to go to.”
I looked at the tent in the sheets over his waist, and knew my own pants had a large tent. I agreed that it might be fun to wait, but I reserved the right to play with him…just not to orgasm. Nick smiled, agreed to my terms, and then invited me to the shower.
In the shower, he carefully soaped me up and down, touching every part of me but my raging hard cock. Finally, he got his hands very soapy and then scrubbed it for about 3 seconds (of hyper-intense pleasure for me) before stopping. I returned the favor, reveling in his slick, naked body…his large, defined muscles and his smooth, sexy skin. I also scrubbed his cock for 3 seconds which brought a gasp from him. When I stopped, he took a deep breath and said, “That will only make it better later.”
We got out, dried off, brushed our teeth, and touched almost constantly. We went back to my room and got dressed. I looked at him, fully clothed, and realized just how sexy he was. His shirt was too small; it barely came down to his waist. His baggy, loose shorts hung low enough that I could see a glimpse of grey waistband and green with brown footballs. His sexy legs supported his weight beautifully. He grabbed his keys and said, “Let’s go.”
We hopped in his car and headed out. He drove a black, low-slung sports car. It was a stick shift, which made it hard for me reach over the center console. But I took one for the team and did. I loosened his belt and then enjoyed the easy access to his lap his loose shorts afforded me. I never put my hand inside his boxers, but I sure rubbed my hand all over his cock and balls. I really enjoyed when I felt the wet spot on his boxers. I would work his cock for 5 minutes, and then stop for 5 minutes, and then go back to his cock. To his credit, he did a good job of keeping the car in our lane no matter how much he whimpered in pleasure. On my fourth foray into his shorts (his boxers were now soaked in pre-cum) he said, “Oh shit, finish me off, please!”
“No, let’s deny ourselves a little,” I replied a sassy smile on my face. I did pull my hand out of his shorts, only to return to my work there 5 minutes later, causing him to squirm, pant, squeak and moan in his seat. After an hour or so, we were arriving in heavier traffic, so I pulled my hand out and let him drive. Nick headed toward the airport, but then went down a seedier street. This time gave both our cocks a chance to calm down, though Nick had a small wet spot on the front of his baggy shorts. We stopped in front of a store that said “Adult Books/Adult Toys.” He buckled his belt, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, heading in.
Intrigued, I followed immediately. Once inside, we browsed through the gay magazines and videos, though not too seriously. Several men in the arcade saw Nick, (and saw Nick looking at the gay videos) and then looked at me with envy in their eyes. I looked back as if to say, “He’s all mine, and I’m not sharing.”
Finally, we headed to the toy section. Together we picked out a couple of items, a toy designed for anal penetration and vibration…it was like a long finger with many ridges. We also bought a large bottle of mint flavored lube. We went back to the car. Nick opened the door and told me to get in. He said he was going back inside to buy a surprise. 5 minutes later, he came back out, holding a package in a black plastic sack. He put it in the trunk of his car and then got in. He started the car, and we were off. We stopped at a diner nearby for a bite to eat (again, our legs never parted company). At the diner, he said, “About the think I bought,”
“What is it?” I cut him off.
“A surprise. But it is for you to use on me as you see fit. I’m a little nervous but way excited about it.”
“I can’t wait.” Our food came, and we ate quickly. I hardly tasted the food, so anxious I was to be back home and opening my present.
Soon enough we were back in the car. My hands were trembling with excitement. This did not stop me from beginning my pleasure torture on Nick’s cock again. Nick was clearly excited, too, as I could only go a minute or 2 before he was ready to cum and I had to stop to give him a break. After what seemed like a hundred years, we pulled in to his garage. I grabbed the lube and anal toy; he grabbed my present from the truck. We ran to my house, our hard-ons pointing the way.
Once inside the house, we went to the living room, where he handed me the package. I put my hand in the bag, drawing out the anticipation a little longer, and pulled the contents out. Inside was a restraint system consisting of 4 cuffs with clips and D rings…and an “X” of rope with D rings on the end. The box explained that the X of rope went under the bed, and the cuffs clipped on to it, or to each other. So many possibilities.
I told Nick to stand in front of me. I rubbed his torso through his shirt, his cock through his shorts. I slid my hands down his body, down his lightly fuzzy legs to his shoes. I untied them and slipped his feet out of them. Next I hooked a finger into each sock, and pulled that off, too. I stood up, and pulled his shirt off over his head, talking time to lick his beautiful right armpit. I pulled up on his wife beater, enjoying seeing the veins that ran down across his waist, his wisp of a happy trail. I pulled that up and off, taking time to lick his beautiful left armpit. Next, I tugged on his shorts. He hadn’t re-done his belt when we got home, so they were really loose—and were being held up by his hard-on.
Now, standing in his fully aroused state in just his boxers, Nick looked about as sexy as I’d ever seen him. I drank him in. His beautiful, round, high, tight, pert ass covered by a thin layer of soft fabric, his nipples, quarter-sized and maroon, his abs, pecs, chest. His impossibly soft, fuzzy hair that wispily covered just the right parts of his body. The waistband of his shorts was being pushed out by his erect cock, the top of his boxers was soaking wet with precum, and I could peek down his pants…and I did, loving the sight of the thick root of his member, the light wispy hair surrounding it. I opened the box, and took out the cuffs. I sat in a chair and had Nick present first his left ankle and then his right for cuffing. Once they were buckled securely in place, I did his left wrist followed by his right.
I had him pick up the rope and carry it down the hall. Once in the bedroom, I had him place the rope under the bed. I loved seeing him stretch and bend to install it properly. When all four ends were on the bed, I inspected his work. He’d done a good job. The way he threaded the ropes, he’d never be able to get his legs or arms together…he would be stuck spread eagle. Because he ran the rope between the bed leg and the headboard brace, he’d also not be able to lower his arms. The genius of this contraption was that as the arms pulled, the rope got tighter on the legs. And vice versa.
Next, I had him lay down, and I connected the wrist cuffs to the rope, securing his hands. I then kissed down his body, sucking his cock through is wet, sticky boxers. Soon he was groaning for release. I stopped, and slid his boxers down his legs and off. I clipped his ankle cuffs in, and stood back to look at my beautiful boy.
I drank in his beauty. I rubbed his fuzzy legs, first his calves, then his inner thighs. Next, I worked my way up and fondled his balls shamelessly while I looked him in the eye. Trembling, he smiled, flexed his sexy bony fingers, and raised his eyebrows. I took out some of our new lube, and then went to work on his cock. Soon he was groaning with pleasure. I stopped. “I think you had a great idea this morning, Nick, denying ourselves a little.”
“I meant before we went to the store. We’re back. I’m so ready…especially after the car ride. Denial’s over. ”
“You’re in no position to make that claim.”
He looked at his wrists, his ankles, then chuckled, his raging hard-on bouncing as he did so. “Guess you have a point. May I have an orgasm?”
“I’m sure that can be arranged. Eventually.” I thought for a moment, my imagination working overdrive. “But you’ll have to earn it.”
On hearing this, his eyes twinkled, and he smiled his innocent boy smile.
I thought some more. “Here are the rules. You have to ask before you cum. If given permission, you have to cum within 1 minute of asking. I’m going to get a 6-sided die. When you have earned a roll, I will roll it. When you ask permission to cum, I’ll let you if I rolled a 1 or a 2. If not, I’ll stop for a few minutes and you can work on earning another roll. Under no circumstances are you to cum without permission. If you do that, there will be some sort of punishment.” To demonstrate, I grabbed his cock in my left hand, and licked the palm of my right hand. I held his cock steady and then quickly rubbed the palm of my hand a back and forth across the head of his cock. He was okay for a second or two, but by five was bucking his hips and groaning in pleasurable anguish. “If you have just cum, your cockhead is that much more sensitive, Nick…so don’t cum without permission…or you get 10 seconds of that…3 times.”
Nick swallowed hard, imagining the ramifications of a premature orgasm. “Okay. How do I earn a roll?”
“We’ll figure that out as we go. Tasks may change. The first task is for you to give me an orgasm. I’ve been denied long enough. Then I’ll roll.”
I undressed, straddled his chest. Suddenly his sexy mouth was wrapped around my cock, his tongue dancing in circles around my head. I couldn’t hold it in for long and shot a huge load all over his mouth and face. “Oh fuck,” I sighed, “that was awesome. You’ve earned a roll.” I gently cleaned his face with my tongue, then went to get a die. I came back with one and a shoebox. I tossed the die into the box, saw the number and put the box on the pillow next to his head. He turned, raised his head, struggling to see the number, but the box was just too tall for him.
Meanwhile, I went back to work on his beautiful, perfect boy cock. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling the mushroom head with my tongue, letting my tongue trace the thick veins of his steel-hard shaft. Soon he was bucking into my mouth, breathing hard. “May I please cum?” he pleaded.
I kept going for a second longer, then pulled my mouth off his cock, letting it pop out of my mouth, his arched body seeking relief yet finding none. “No,” I replied, licking his cockhead gently causing him to gasp and quiver as he strained against his bonds trying in vain to reach down to finish himself off. “Rolled a 4.” I tipped the box so he could see it.
“You need a break,” I said, and left the room with Nick whimpering. I went down to the basement and moved his baseball uniform to the dryer. Then I came back up, and grabbed my Trivial Pursuit game.
“I’m going to ask you a question. Get it right, earn a roll. Get it wrong, get 5 seconds of punishment. What category do you want?”
”Sports.”
“Of course you do. I’ll read ‘Geography.’ It is blue…matches the color of your balls.”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
I pulled the first card out of the box, read the question. It was some fucked up question that I didn’t know the answer to, either. I took it easy on him and just read another one. This one I knew, but he didn’t. I zipped my palm on his cockhead for 5 seconds, bringing a cry of pleasured agony from him, causing him to strain against his bonds.
I asked another question, he got this one right. I rolled the die, then poured lube on his cock and began to pump vigorously. Soon he was breathing hard and humping my fist. “May I please cum?” he asked.
I let go. “Nope. Rolled a 3”.
“DAMNIT!” he shouted. I only laughed and traced my fingers around his sexy heaving body as he calmed down. My fingers found their way into his armpit and he giggled.
“Are you ticklish, Nick?” I asked, digging my fingers in a little.
He shook his head, but his “hee hee hee” gave him away.
Soon, he was calm enough to begin again. I read a question, and he got it wrong. This time, instead of rubbing his cockhead, I tickled him for a minute as punishment for getting it wrong. The next question, was right, and I rolled the die.
This time, I was feeling a little horny, too. I got over his head, and lowered my cock into his mouth, then went to work on his. I was getting close to shooting and could tell he was too when I heard a muffled, “Mrph uh murph ugh?”
I pulled my cock out of his mouth, rolling off him. Gasping, he asked, “May I please cum?” “Yes,” I replied, and went back to work on his cock with my hand. I wanted to see this load.
One minute was clearly too large a window. About 8 strokes in, Nick’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he cried, “Unnnghhh!!!!!!” and let fly with the most amazing load I’ve ever seen. His cries continued as shot after shot fired out of his cockhead, spattering the headboard of my bed, his hair, face, chest, stomach, and pubes. I counted 11 full shots in this orgasm; he made a huge mess…his boycream was everywhere.
I unhooked his ankles and then his wrists. I gathered him up in my arms and cuddled his shaking form, gently smearing his cum coating onto his skin as he calmed in the afterglow of this most amazing of orgasms. Finally, he looked at me, swallowed, smiled and just said, “Wow!” He paused a moment, then repeated, “Wow.”
“So it was good?” I asked.
“Un-fucking-believable.” He took a deep breath. “Really, there is no other word. Un-fucking-believable. It was all I hoped my gift would be and more. Wow.”
Nick’s cock grew soft as he lay there, in my arms, totally spent. (I was still hard as stone, but wasn’t about to interrupt his moment of bliss). Finally, Nick said, “This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life. No feeling can even compare to what I’m feeling right now.” I laughed, happy I’d been able to do that for him, and kissed him gently on the cheek, tasting some of his jizz. “Wow. Just give me a minute. Then,” he squeezed my hard cock, “I’ll work on repaying you. We do have one more toy to play with.”
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Part X
Suddenly, I awoke, and realized that we must have fallen asleep. It was about 6:30 am, and I realized that I’d slept about 9 hours non-stop. I looked over at Nick, his face was pressed into the pillow and scrunched up at a funny angle. It made him look hot, though I realized that everything made this boy look hot.
I slipped out of bed, put on shorts and a shirt, and wandered into the living room. There I saw his dirty uniform and realized that he was supposed to have a game later today and he’d need it. Judging by the fact it was still raining, I doubted they’d play. I gathered it up anyway, (sniffing his sliding shorts for good measure and drinking in his musky scent again) and took it to the washing machine. After I’d dropped it in and started the machine, I picked up the phone and called in sick to work. I was playing a hunch that the rain would give us another day together. If not, I’d just go in at 10:00 or so and say I was going to “try.”
Next, I realized that Nick still had nothing to wear at my house. I grabbed the key to his house his parents had given me, and went over, entering their house through the back door next to their new hot tub. While I had been in their house before a couple of times, I’d never been upstairs, and I felt a bit like a prowler as I looked for Nick’s room. It was the third door I checked. I went into his room and took it in.
It was a typical teenage boy’s room, with once exception. There weren’t any posters of girls on the walls, just male athletes. One wouldn’t think anything of that unless one knew what I did about Nick’s sexual appetite and preferences. I saw his backpack on the ground, and I unzipped it, tossing it on his bed. Next, I went to his closet and grabbed a collared Hollister shirt (white with thin blue horizontal stripes) that looked just a touch too small for him. I loved how soft the fabric was. Next, I opened his dresser drawers (starting at the bottom) until I found a pair of shorts for him…I selected a pair also from Hollister (I wanted my boy to match) with a 36 inch waistband. As I guessed Nick’s waist at 31-32 inches, I knew these would have plenty of sag to them. I saw a belt on the floor, and tossed that in to the bag. I opened his top drawer, found a pair of ankle socks, a ribbed wife beater t-shirt and then turned to the stack of underwear. As I loved a boy in his boxers, I wanted to pick just the right pair. I spent some time digging through the drawer (and discovered a half-empty box of condoms) before finally finding a pair of grey-waistband green American Eagle boxers that had these cute little footballs on them. I folded these carefully, and placed them in the backpack. I stepped into his bathroom, grabbed his toiletry bag (still packed from Football camp), and put that in the bag. Grabbing his grey shoes, I headed back to my house.
I returned to my bedroom to see Nick sitting up in bed, bleary-eyed, holding his phone. “Good morning,” I said.
“Hi.” He finished pushing some buttons, and then closed his phone. “That was a text message from Coach. The game today has been cancelled. Also, it is too wet for practice.” He spied the backpack on my shoulder. “Is that my bag?”
“Yes. I put your uniform in the wash, and realized you had no clothes. I went over to your house and got you some. I also got your toothbrush and stuff like that.”
“Thanks.” I dropped the bag and slid onto the bed. We nuzzled noses for awhile. As things started to heat up, Nick said, “Hold on…for now. I want to wait awhile today. Deny ourselves a little.” He got a naughty look on his face. “How about a trip to the city? There is a store I want to go to.”
I looked at the tent in the sheets over his waist, and knew my own pants had a large tent. I agreed that it might be fun to wait, but I reserved the right to play with him…just not to orgasm. Nick smiled, agreed to my terms, and then invited me to the shower.
In the shower, he carefully soaped me up and down, touching every part of me but my raging hard cock. Finally, he got his hands very soapy and then scrubbed it for about 3 seconds (of hyper-intense pleasure for me) before stopping. I returned the favor, reveling in his slick, naked body…his large, defined muscles and his smooth, sexy skin. I also scrubbed his cock for 3 seconds which brought a gasp from him. When I stopped, he took a deep breath and said, “That will only make it better later.”
We got out, dried off, brushed our teeth, and touched almost constantly. We went back to my room and got dressed. I looked at him, fully clothed, and realized just how sexy he was. His shirt was too small; it barely came down to his waist. His baggy, loose shorts hung low enough that I could see a glimpse of grey waistband and green with brown footballs. His sexy legs supported his weight beautifully. He grabbed his keys and said, “Let’s go.”
We hopped in his car and headed out. He drove a black, low-slung sports car. It was a stick shift, which made it hard for me reach over the center console. But I took one for the team and did. I loosened his belt and then enjoyed the easy access to his lap his loose shorts afforded me. I never put my hand inside his boxers, but I sure rubbed my hand all over his cock and balls. I really enjoyed when I felt the wet spot on his boxers. I would work his cock for 5 minutes, and then stop for 5 minutes, and then go back to his cock. To his credit, he did a good job of keeping the car in our lane no matter how much he whimpered in pleasure. On my fourth foray into his shorts (his boxers were now soaked in pre-cum) he said, “Oh shit, finish me off, please!”
“No, let’s deny ourselves a little,” I replied a sassy smile on my face. I did pull my hand out of his shorts, only to return to my work there 5 minutes later, causing him to squirm, pant, squeak and moan in his seat. After an hour or so, we were arriving in heavier traffic, so I pulled my hand out and let him drive. Nick headed toward the airport, but then went down a seedier street. This time gave both our cocks a chance to calm down, though Nick had a small wet spot on the front of his baggy shorts. We stopped in front of a store that said “Adult Books/Adult Toys.” He buckled his belt, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, heading in.
Intrigued, I followed immediately. Once inside, we browsed through the gay magazines and videos, though not too seriously. Several men in the arcade saw Nick, (and saw Nick looking at the gay videos) and then looked at me with envy in their eyes. I looked back as if to say, “He’s all mine, and I’m not sharing.”
Finally, we headed to the toy section. Together we picked out a couple of items, a toy designed for anal penetration and vibration…it was like a long finger with many ridges. We also bought a large bottle of mint flavored lube. We went back to the car. Nick opened the door and told me to get in. He said he was going back inside to buy a surprise. 5 minutes later, he came back out, holding a package in a black plastic sack. He put it in the trunk of his car and then got in. He started the car, and we were off. We stopped at a diner nearby for a bite to eat (again, our legs never parted company). At the diner, he said, “About the think I bought,”
“What is it?” I cut him off.
“A surprise. But it is for you to use on me as you see fit. I’m a little nervous but way excited about it.”
“I can’t wait.” Our food came, and we ate quickly. I hardly tasted the food, so anxious I was to be back home and opening my present.
Soon enough we were back in the car. My hands were trembling with excitement. This did not stop me from beginning my pleasure torture on Nick’s cock again. Nick was clearly excited, too, as I could only go a minute or 2 before he was ready to cum and I had to stop to give him a break. After what seemed like a hundred years, we pulled in to his garage. I grabbed the lube and anal toy; he grabbed my present from the truck. We ran to my house, our hard-ons pointing the way.
Once inside the house, we went to the living room, where he handed me the package. I put my hand in the bag, drawing out the anticipation a little longer, and pulled the contents out. Inside was a restraint system consisting of 4 cuffs with clips and D rings…and an “X” of rope with D rings on the end. The box explained that the X of rope went under the bed, and the cuffs clipped on to it, or to each other. So many possibilities.
I told Nick to stand in front of me. I rubbed his torso through his shirt, his cock through his shorts. I slid my hands down his body, down his lightly fuzzy legs to his shoes. I untied them and slipped his feet out of them. Next I hooked a finger into each sock, and pulled that off, too. I stood up, and pulled his shirt off over his head, talking time to lick his beautiful right armpit. I pulled up on his wife beater, enjoying seeing the veins that ran down across his waist, his wisp of a happy trail. I pulled that up and off, taking time to lick his beautiful left armpit. Next, I tugged on his shorts. He hadn’t re-done his belt when we got home, so they were really loose—and were being held up by his hard-on.
Now, standing in his fully aroused state in just his boxers, Nick looked about as sexy as I’d ever seen him. I drank him in. His beautiful, round, high, tight, pert ass covered by a thin layer of soft fabric, his nipples, quarter-sized and maroon, his abs, pecs, chest. His impossibly soft, fuzzy hair that wispily covered just the right parts of his body. The waistband of his shorts was being pushed out by his erect cock, the top of his boxers was soaking wet with precum, and I could peek down his pants…and I did, loving the sight of the thick root of his member, the light wispy hair surrounding it. I opened the box, and took out the cuffs. I sat in a chair and had Nick present first his left ankle and then his right for cuffing. Once they were buckled securely in place, I did his left wrist followed by his right.
I had him pick up the rope and carry it down the hall. Once in the bedroom, I had him place the rope under the bed. I loved seeing him stretch and bend to install it properly. When all four ends were on the bed, I inspected his work. He’d done a good job. The way he threaded the ropes, he’d never be able to get his legs or arms together…he would be stuck spread eagle. Because he ran the rope between the bed leg and the headboard brace, he’d also not be able to lower his arms. The genius of this contraption was that as the arms pulled, the rope got tighter on the legs. And vice versa.
Next, I had him lay down, and I connected the wrist cuffs to the rope, securing his hands. I then kissed down his body, sucking his cock through is wet, sticky boxers. Soon he was groaning for release. I stopped, and slid his boxers down his legs and off. I clipped his ankle cuffs in, and stood back to look at my beautiful boy.
I drank in his beauty. I rubbed his fuzzy legs, first his calves, then his inner thighs. Next, I worked my way up and fondled his balls shamelessly while I looked him in the eye. Trembling, he smiled, flexed his sexy bony fingers, and raised his eyebrows. I took out some of our new lube, and then went to work on his cock. Soon he was groaning with pleasure. I stopped. “I think you had a great idea this morning, Nick, denying ourselves a little.”
“I meant before we went to the store. We’re back. I’m so ready…especially after the car ride. Denial’s over. ”
“You’re in no position to make that claim.”
He looked at his wrists, his ankles, then chuckled, his raging hard-on bouncing as he did so. “Guess you have a point. May I have an orgasm?”
“I’m sure that can be arranged. Eventually.” I thought for a moment, my imagination working overdrive. “But you’ll have to earn it.”
On hearing this, his eyes twinkled, and he smiled his innocent boy smile.
I thought some more. “Here are the rules. You have to ask before you cum. If given permission, you have to cum within 1 minute of asking. I’m going to get a 6-sided die. When you have earned a roll, I will roll it. When you ask permission to cum, I’ll let you if I rolled a 1 or a 2. If not, I’ll stop for a few minutes and you can work on earning another roll. Under no circumstances are you to cum without permission. If you do that, there will be some sort of punishment.” To demonstrate, I grabbed his cock in my left hand, and licked the palm of my right hand. I held his cock steady and then quickly rubbed the palm of my hand a back and forth across the head of his cock. He was okay for a second or two, but by five was bucking his hips and groaning in pleasurable anguish. “If you have just cum, your cockhead is that much more sensitive, Nick…so don’t cum without permission…or you get 10 seconds of that…3 times.”
Nick swallowed hard, imagining the ramifications of a premature orgasm. “Okay. How do I earn a roll?”
“We’ll figure that out as we go. Tasks may change. The first task is for you to give me an orgasm. I’ve been denied long enough. Then I’ll roll.”
I undressed, straddled his chest. Suddenly his sexy mouth was wrapped around my cock, his tongue dancing in circles around my head. I couldn’t hold it in for long and shot a huge load all over his mouth and face. “Oh fuck,” I sighed, “that was awesome. You’ve earned a roll.” I gently cleaned his face with my tongue, then went to get a die. I came back with one and a shoebox. I tossed the die into the box, saw the number and put the box on the pillow next to his head. He turned, raised his head, struggling to see the number, but the box was just too tall for him.
Meanwhile, I went back to work on his beautiful, perfect boy cock. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling the mushroom head with my tongue, letting my tongue trace the thick veins of his steel-hard shaft. Soon he was bucking into my mouth, breathing hard. “May I please cum?” he pleaded.
I kept going for a second longer, then pulled my mouth off his cock, letting it pop out of my mouth, his arched body seeking relief yet finding none. “No,” I replied, licking his cockhead gently causing him to gasp and quiver as he strained against his bonds trying in vain to reach down to finish himself off. “Rolled a 4.” I tipped the box so he could see it.
“You need a break,” I said, and left the room with Nick whimpering. I went down to the basement and moved his baseball uniform to the dryer. Then I came back up, and grabbed my Trivial Pursuit game.
“I’m going to ask you a question. Get it right, earn a roll. Get it wrong, get 5 seconds of punishment. What category do you want?”
”Sports.”
“Of course you do. I’ll read ‘Geography.’ It is blue…matches the color of your balls.”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
I pulled the first card out of the box, read the question. It was some fucked up question that I didn’t know the answer to, either. I took it easy on him and just read another one. This one I knew, but he didn’t. I zipped my palm on his cockhead for 5 seconds, bringing a cry of pleasured agony from him, causing him to strain against his bonds.
I asked another question, he got this one right. I rolled the die, then poured lube on his cock and began to pump vigorously. Soon he was breathing hard and humping my fist. “May I please cum?” he asked.
I let go. “Nope. Rolled a 3”.
“DAMNIT!” he shouted. I only laughed and traced my fingers around his sexy heaving body as he calmed down. My fingers found their way into his armpit and he giggled.
“Are you ticklish, Nick?” I asked, digging my fingers in a little.
He shook his head, but his “hee hee hee” gave him away.
Soon, he was calm enough to begin again. I read a question, and he got it wrong. This time, instead of rubbing his cockhead, I tickled him for a minute as punishment for getting it wrong. The next question, was right, and I rolled the die.
This time, I was feeling a little horny, too. I got over his head, and lowered my cock into his mouth, then went to work on his. I was getting close to shooting and could tell he was too when I heard a muffled, “Mrph uh murph ugh?”
I pulled my cock out of his mouth, rolling off him. Gasping, he asked, “May I please cum?” “Yes,” I replied, and went back to work on his cock with my hand. I wanted to see this load.
One minute was clearly too large a window. About 8 strokes in, Nick’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he cried, “Unnnghhh!!!!!!” and let fly with the most amazing load I’ve ever seen. His cries continued as shot after shot fired out of his cockhead, spattering the headboard of my bed, his hair, face, chest, stomach, and pubes. I counted 11 full shots in this orgasm; he made a huge mess…his boycream was everywhere.
I unhooked his ankles and then his wrists. I gathered him up in my arms and cuddled his shaking form, gently smearing his cum coating onto his skin as he calmed in the afterglow of this most amazing of orgasms. Finally, he looked at me, swallowed, smiled and just said, “Wow!” He paused a moment, then repeated, “Wow.”
“So it was good?” I asked.
“Un-fucking-believable.” He took a deep breath. “Really, there is no other word. Un-fucking-believable. It was all I hoped my gift would be and more. Wow.”
Nick’s cock grew soft as he lay there, in my arms, totally spent. (I was still hard as stone, but wasn’t about to interrupt his moment of bliss). Finally, Nick said, “This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life. No feeling can even compare to what I’m feeling right now.” I laughed, happy I’d been able to do that for him, and kissed him gently on the cheek, tasting some of his jizz. “Wow. Just give me a minute. Then,” he squeezed my hard cock, “I’ll work on repaying you. We do have one more toy to play with.”
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Thank you, amazing chapter!!
More please
Harry
Thank you, amazing chapter!!
More please
Harry
