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Chapter Seven
I made sure to bring a condom this time.
Im jumping ahead a little here in the story because not much has happened over the last few weeks, and I wanted to start this chapter with a dramatic first sentence. I made sure to bring a condom this time was the perfect sentence for me to use in both a metaphorical and literal sense. The last couple of weeks of narrative would have been me telling and retelling the epic tales of losing football games, and Jack and I canoodling on the bus rides home.
Few things of note happened during these weeks, the first coming on the day after my sleep-over, the day of my walk of shame. I went into football practice and Jack came straight up to me and tells me that he heard from someone that I referred to him as my boyfriend.
Sorry, it was just the quickest and cleanest way to out myself to my class. I wasnt really thinking at the time.
You dont have to apologize, he proclaims casually. Labels dont really mean anything, as long as we know what were doing. You wanna be exclusive?
I, uh, I guess... do you?
Yeah, of course.
Cool. Me too.
Nice. Then what else do we need? Boyfriends? he asks and holds out his hand as if we were agreeing to a business deal, I take it, sealing our pact.
We dont get to interact outside of football too much after we went on that date to his formal. We eat meals together, but between my school work and his fraternity bonding circle jerks (or whatever they do over there), we didnt see each other very often. Football, though, provided us with plenty of play time. We werent shy about it, so our teammates gave us the appropriate good-natured jokes, and our opponents nicknamed our team The Fairies. This we accepted, being a forward-thinking liberal arts school that couldnt win any games. Wed make out in the locker room a little, feel each other up on the bus rides to and from our away games, and give each other the occasional more-than-teammate ass-slapping on the field. Unfortunately, though, our sexual contact had been limited to that one night in his apartment.
Thats why we were so excited for parents weekend, which was conveniently (or intentionally?) scheduled during our bye week. Of course, my mom and dad are too busy to come up to visit. Vance is going to be busy with his mom the whole time so Jack and I planned to hang out at his apartment all weekend to help us forget the fact that its parents weekend.
Friday night, though, I was scheduled to spend with Vance and his mom. Shes taking us both out to dinner. Before she arrived, we took a walk to CVS.
I still think its hilarious that you need to buy condoms, Vance says as we walk. He came to procrastinate homework, but I had some shopping in mind. I mean, everybody else can get them for free on campus. You should complain. Its exclusionary. Almost racist, even. Theyre violating your civil right to free condoms.
Racist? Really?
Yeah, where are the condoms for the black guys? he says with a straight face.
Wow, I stare at him with a smile before he starts cracking up. Obviously hes kidding.
Seriously, though, why doesnt the school want you to have safe sex? People with normal penises can have safe sex on the Universitys dime. And if anything, larger men will be having MORE sex, right? I mean, obviously not you. But, you know, normal-large guys.
You should start a petition, I told him, getting a good chuckle. I just hope they have what Im looking for at the pharmacy, I changed the subject. It wasn't long before the conversation devolved into our new favorite topic: Jack. Specifically how my relationship with him isn't going to go anywhere.
You know it cant get too serious, Vance would always say, once I started waxing romantic on how much I like Jack.
I know, you dont have to keep reminding me.
Its just, hes a senior and youre a freshman. Hes going to leave, so dont go getting your heart broken.
I know. I know it isnt gonna be forever, but why cant you just let me enjoy it while it lasts?
Just dont enjoy it too much.
Im going to enjoy it as much as I can!
Just dont get hurt, okay?
Thanks, but I dont need you to look out for me. I did, however, need help buying condoms. He helped me choose the best ones, clarifying that Large wasnt quite going to do it, and that I better step up to XL and that even those will probably be tight. What I really needed was someone to tell me not to be nervous when buying them.
What do you have to be embarrassed about? What reason is there to be nervous? Its just like buying anything else. So what if you get a funny look from the cashier?
Hes gonna think Im weird.
No. Hes gonna think youre overconfident. Or pathetically small. Neither of which is correct, making him not only judgmental but wrong. That, or, hell just ring you up and not even notice because youre his 300th customer today and he does not give a single shit. Turns out, none of the above. He winked at me, picking up on my oozing gay and the fact that I probably wasnt exaggerating my need. I threw the condoms in my backpack and headed back with Vance.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Vances mom was hilarious and actually interesting to talk to. It was a lot easier to have a conversation with her than with Vance, almost: she takes breaths and gives other people time to talk.
Of course, like everything in my life, there had to be one weird moment. When Vance went to the bathroom when we were finishing up our dinner, his mother abruptly changed the topic of conversation. So Vance mentioned that you were... gifted. I got the impression she wasnt talking about as a kicker for the football team. I choked a little on my pasta and just stared at her, not knowing what to say next.
Sorry, I know its probably weird for you, but I just wanted to tell you that you dont have anything to be embarrassed about. You should be proud! Flaunt it a little. Not indecent exposure or anything like that, but maybe wear something slightly tighter than cargo pants.
Uh... okay.
Did Vance tell you what I do for a living? she asked, dropping her voice to a slightly lower volume. I nodded. Well, I brought you something. I left a box on your bed for you.
Oh, um, thanks, I say, furrowing my eyebrows, but trying to seem grateful and not creeped out.
Sorry for being so forward.
Its okay. I appreciate the sentiment, I tell her quickly. I see Vance on his way back to the table and switch our conversation back to something more typical.
I made sure to bring a condom this time.
Im jumping ahead a little here in the story because not much has happened over the last few weeks, and I wanted to start this chapter with a dramatic first sentence. I made sure to bring a condom this time was the perfect sentence for me to use in both a metaphorical and literal sense. The last couple of weeks of narrative would have been me telling and retelling the epic tales of losing football games, and Jack and I canoodling on the bus rides home.
Few things of note happened during these weeks, the first coming on the day after my sleep-over, the day of my walk of shame. I went into football practice and Jack came straight up to me and tells me that he heard from someone that I referred to him as my boyfriend.
Sorry, it was just the quickest and cleanest way to out myself to my class. I wasnt really thinking at the time.
You dont have to apologize, he proclaims casually. Labels dont really mean anything, as long as we know what were doing. You wanna be exclusive?
I, uh, I guess... do you?
Yeah, of course.
Cool. Me too.
Nice. Then what else do we need? Boyfriends? he asks and holds out his hand as if we were agreeing to a business deal, I take it, sealing our pact.
We dont get to interact outside of football too much after we went on that date to his formal. We eat meals together, but between my school work and his fraternity bonding circle jerks (or whatever they do over there), we didnt see each other very often. Football, though, provided us with plenty of play time. We werent shy about it, so our teammates gave us the appropriate good-natured jokes, and our opponents nicknamed our team The Fairies. This we accepted, being a forward-thinking liberal arts school that couldnt win any games. Wed make out in the locker room a little, feel each other up on the bus rides to and from our away games, and give each other the occasional more-than-teammate ass-slapping on the field. Unfortunately, though, our sexual contact had been limited to that one night in his apartment.
Thats why we were so excited for parents weekend, which was conveniently (or intentionally?) scheduled during our bye week. Of course, my mom and dad are too busy to come up to visit. Vance is going to be busy with his mom the whole time so Jack and I planned to hang out at his apartment all weekend to help us forget the fact that its parents weekend.
Friday night, though, I was scheduled to spend with Vance and his mom. Shes taking us both out to dinner. Before she arrived, we took a walk to CVS.
I still think its hilarious that you need to buy condoms, Vance says as we walk. He came to procrastinate homework, but I had some shopping in mind. I mean, everybody else can get them for free on campus. You should complain. Its exclusionary. Almost racist, even. Theyre violating your civil right to free condoms.
Racist? Really?
Yeah, where are the condoms for the black guys? he says with a straight face.
Wow, I stare at him with a smile before he starts cracking up. Obviously hes kidding.
Seriously, though, why doesnt the school want you to have safe sex? People with normal penises can have safe sex on the Universitys dime. And if anything, larger men will be having MORE sex, right? I mean, obviously not you. But, you know, normal-large guys.
You should start a petition, I told him, getting a good chuckle. I just hope they have what Im looking for at the pharmacy, I changed the subject. It wasn't long before the conversation devolved into our new favorite topic: Jack. Specifically how my relationship with him isn't going to go anywhere.
You know it cant get too serious, Vance would always say, once I started waxing romantic on how much I like Jack.
I know, you dont have to keep reminding me.
Its just, hes a senior and youre a freshman. Hes going to leave, so dont go getting your heart broken.
I know. I know it isnt gonna be forever, but why cant you just let me enjoy it while it lasts?
Just dont enjoy it too much.
Im going to enjoy it as much as I can!
Just dont get hurt, okay?
Thanks, but I dont need you to look out for me. I did, however, need help buying condoms. He helped me choose the best ones, clarifying that Large wasnt quite going to do it, and that I better step up to XL and that even those will probably be tight. What I really needed was someone to tell me not to be nervous when buying them.
What do you have to be embarrassed about? What reason is there to be nervous? Its just like buying anything else. So what if you get a funny look from the cashier?
Hes gonna think Im weird.
No. Hes gonna think youre overconfident. Or pathetically small. Neither of which is correct, making him not only judgmental but wrong. That, or, hell just ring you up and not even notice because youre his 300th customer today and he does not give a single shit. Turns out, none of the above. He winked at me, picking up on my oozing gay and the fact that I probably wasnt exaggerating my need. I threw the condoms in my backpack and headed back with Vance.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Vances mom was hilarious and actually interesting to talk to. It was a lot easier to have a conversation with her than with Vance, almost: she takes breaths and gives other people time to talk.
Of course, like everything in my life, there had to be one weird moment. When Vance went to the bathroom when we were finishing up our dinner, his mother abruptly changed the topic of conversation. So Vance mentioned that you were... gifted. I got the impression she wasnt talking about as a kicker for the football team. I choked a little on my pasta and just stared at her, not knowing what to say next.
Sorry, I know its probably weird for you, but I just wanted to tell you that you dont have anything to be embarrassed about. You should be proud! Flaunt it a little. Not indecent exposure or anything like that, but maybe wear something slightly tighter than cargo pants.
Uh... okay.
Did Vance tell you what I do for a living? she asked, dropping her voice to a slightly lower volume. I nodded. Well, I brought you something. I left a box on your bed for you.
Oh, um, thanks, I say, furrowing my eyebrows, but trying to seem grateful and not creeped out.
Sorry for being so forward.
Its okay. I appreciate the sentiment, I tell her quickly. I see Vance on his way back to the table and switch our conversation back to something more typical.
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Later, I walked up to Jacks building just as Genna was coming out. She saw me and walked over. I was wondering if Id see you. The doors unlocked. Jack said if I saw you to say for you to just go right in, hes in the shower. Im going to meet my parents, Ill see you later. And just like that she was off and hopping into a car.
I went in and up the stairs and let myself into their apartment, making sure to take my shoes off. I went into Jacks bedroom, threw my bag onto a chair, and flipped on the TV. I stuffed my shoes under his bed, making sure Id remember where I placed them, and then plopped down onto his bed to watch Sportscenter reruns until Jack got out of the shower. I forgot how comfy his bed was. I put my hands behind my head and propped myself up a little on a pillow, cozying up on top of his blankets.
I rubbed my bare feet on his soft blankets, my mind wandering from the NFL. Im going to be fucking him on these blankets soon. Then between the blankets. The pillows scattered on the floor. All of them except the one hes grabbing, and shoving his face into as he bites down in pleasure that just overwhelms him and I force myself to open my eyes and stop. I have to keep control of myself. I readjust my stiffening dick in my jeans and try to listen to the TV.
Five grueling minutes later, Jack finally comes out of the bathroom. His short hair is still wet from the shower and hes wearing a huge fluffy red robe - belted loosely. I imagine theres probably nothing underneath it. He smiles and bounces over to me.
Thank God youre here. I almost knocked one out in the shower, but it looks like I made the right choice, he says and jumps on top of me, straddling me between his thickly muscled calves. I wrap my arms around him and go in for a long kiss, pulling him down on top of me.
Is this fleece? I ask, breaking our lips apart for a second.
What? another kiss, and then, I dont know, with a laugh.
Well, it looks ridiculous.
Its so soft though. And comfy. I love it. And it is really soft. Probably synthetic. Its hanging loosely off of him, so when I look down I can see his smooth chest. And abs. And quickly stiffening prick. I rub my hands on the backs of his thighs, run them up to his ass and pull him down into me.
Its nice. Id bet it looks even better on your floor, though.
Oh my God, what a line! he practically screams with laughter, sliding off of me and onto the side a little. Did you have that prepared or did it just come to you?
Its not a line, I just really like seeing you naked.
I know the feeling, he answers, and slides his hand up under my shirt. We make out as he rubs one hand and then both up and down over my chest. Eventually he pulls off my shirt and starts to let his hands wander lower. Im really starting to get hard when he begins rubbing my pelvic bone, right above the waistband of my jeans, while we make out. Something about having his hand there, the pressure, it was just too much.
Never in my life was I hornier than right at that moment. His hand is inside my waistband and I flip over on top of him and grind my crotch into his, our lips never separating. I rub my body up and down onto his a few times before gasping for breath. So I actually have condoms today, I blurt.
Anxious to get started?
Well, Im ready to cum in, like, three seconds, so I figure we should do something, I tell him, not disingenuously.
Lets try something new.
So buttsex?
Maybe take it a little slower? We dohave all weekend, he says slyly. Its written all over his face that he has a clear plan of action. I nod, reluctantly, and let him flip me back over. He grabs my wrists and pins my hands above my head while he kisses me. I want to tie you up, he whispers, making my dick practically gush.
Like 50-Shades shit, or, like, what? I ask, dampening my fetishist excitement as much as possible. I figure, if he wants to tie me up, if he wants me to act like a prisoner, maybe I should be acting in that mode already.
Ive never read the seminal works of erotic fiction by Snowqueens Icedragon, but Im under the impression that theyre somewhat violent, no? I just want to have you lie down in pleasure thats completely out of your control.
Thats a hot fucking speech. How longve you been practicing that?
Since I met you.
OK, Im into it, he jumps up off the bed and runs to the closet in excitement, but what exactly is this going to involve?
Well, first we gotta get those pants off,
Already on it.
Then Im gonna tie your hand and feet to my bedposts, and probably blindfold you. Then Im gonna do things to your body. Hes been beaming ever since he brought it up.
So this was your big plan for tonight? I ask, sitting up against his pillows, freshly nude. Im excited, this is all just like in a fantasy or porn or something, but Im a little nervous, too. Too many things could go wrong. Maybe thats what makes it so exciting? My heart pounds.
It wasnt the plan but it was in the forefront of my mind, as he walks over with a couple pairs of handcuffs, a few belts, and some rope. Ive never actually done this before, so Im pretty excited.
Oh Jesus. Gennas gonna find me here in six days when my corpse starts to really smell.
Youll be fine, Im not a psycho, he says. Then whispers. Im not a psycho, he repeats while staring into my eyes, blank-faced. Finally his face breaks and he kisses me. Im just kidding! Relax, and let me tie your hands up.
Clink. Clink. The handcuffs are on, my hands above my head with the chain threaded through the headboard. Its really happening now. I tell myself to breathe. To trust. Its harder than it sounds. Not harder than my cock, however, which is still at fully-erect excitement. At this point, Im relaxing my muscles and my body for him to pull me down and tie down my legs, to really get this party started, so to speak. Thats when he pulls a medicine bottle from his nightstand and says, Now dont freak out.
What?
Dont freak out.
I wasnt going to but now that you said that Im starting to think that a reasonable person is about to have something to freak out about.
I just want you to take a couple of pills.
Well, what are they? Ive taken pills. For medicine and for fun, so Im not freaking out, telling myself, as much as him.
Wait, youve taken pills for fun? What kind of fun do you usually have?
Stop deflecting. What do you want me to take?
Well, thats the thing. It really isnt as much fun if I tell you, now is it?
Im not just taking some random pills!
You dont trust me?
I dont know how theyre going to affect me! Adderall gives me diarrhea, for example. That wouldnt be good.
Theyre not Adderall.
Well I assumed as much, Adderall isnt exactly sexy.
What pills have you taken?
It doesnt matter, Im not taking anything you just tell me to take!
How about a compromise? he asks, but Im shaking my head the whole time. You take them then Ill tell you what they are right away. Then youll know theres nothing to worry about.
Well, then why dont you just tell me now?
Just take a leap of faith.
Now, thats really what did it. The leap of faith thing. Leaps of faith have never turned out poorly in movies or television. Not when someone says, Just take a leap of faith. Its always about trusting others, broadening your horizons, growing as a human being. I trust Jack. I know he isnt going to poison me. Its probably just, like, some weird relaxing pills or something. He just wants me to have a great fucking time and share it with him. And at least two other independent parties know where I am and who Im with.
Fuck, fine, I relent and he puts the pills on my tongue to swallow. Four oblong capsules. Two white, two black. Okay, happy? Now tell me what they are.
You didnt really think I was going to do that, did you?
Ass!
Now itll just be more of a surprise.
Please, come on. Youve already got me tied up. Im not totally freaking out but I need something. Uppers? Downers? Am I even gonna feel anything? Are they gonna make my dick grow three sizes that day?
Im taking the same ones you did, he does, and continues, does that make you feel any better?
No! I mean, slightly, but Im still in the dark on--
Oh! Speaking of...
what is going to happen to me when these pills kick in, I finish as he wraps the blindfold around my eyes. Its a damn good blindfold, too. I cant even look straight down and see my cheeks. I feel him grab one of my ankles and I give him a good kick in what I think is his shoulder. TELL ME! I shout. At this point I really just want to know what to expect, not really in any kind of panic, at least not yet.
Jesus, fine. I guess itll be just as much fun. They were THC capsules. Like, edible weed, but, ya know, in pill form.
Really? I ask, intrigued. I was kinda a stoner in high school. Not a lot, but I definitely experimented. This is really gonna be fun, huh?
Oh yeah. It is really gonna be fun. You should start feeling it in, like, a half hour. Also, there was some L-Arginine, but you won't feel that, it's more of a vitamin.
It was impossible to tell when it actually kicked in. It mustve been more of a slow build. Jack eventually tied down my feet to opposite ends of the foot of his bed, leaving me spread-eagle, naked, and a little cold. He rubbed my nipples, kissed my kneecaps, and was really just licking and tickling all up and down my body before he decided it was time to give my cock some attention.
And oh boy, did he give it attention. I dont know why its such a huge turn on for me to have absolutely no control over my own stimulation, no idea when its even coming, with the blindfold, and no way to bring myself to orgasm. Just to lay back and let someone else take me through all those levels of pleasures is such an amazing feeling.
By the time Jack is actually pumping my dick, like a proper handjob, it feels like hours have passed. My arms have fallen asleep completely, and my mind is on nothing but my dick. I need to get off and every wet stroke he gives it feels like never ending bliss. Those unexpected moments when he dives in and sucks on the head, or kisses my balls, or licks up and down my shaft, are like mini orgasms each in themselves. My hips are bucking and my thighs are twitching with every caress of my swollen member.
I know hes really ready to let me cum soon when out of nowhere he takes my blindfold off. Jacks smiling face greets me with a long kiss where I dont do much but try to buck my hips up into him. I need to cum and he knows it.
He goes down and starts stroking my lubed-up dick in a rhythm. Thats all it takes, a steady, constant rhythm for once and Im right there, knocking on the door.
FUCK! Im gonna cum, man!
Prove it, he says, licking my cock head.
Unnnh! I grunt, about to have my pleasure taken to the next plateau as he takes his hands away from my dick. What? Dont stop!
Just for now
Fuck you! I scream, writhing my body, trying to rub my hypersensitive penis on something and make it blow, but to no avail, as he ties the blindfold back over my eyes. Fuck this. I really need to cum.
Ill let you soon enough. Arent you having fun?
Id be having more fun if I had just cum, I insist, my cock relaxing, but not softening, back to human levels.
Oh, I dont know about that. And I have a few more tricks up my sleeve, he tells me as I feel him wrapping something around the base of my dick.
A cockring?
Yeah, have you ever used one?
No.
Well, you have now. And the feeling is certainly intensified when he jerks me off. Having the skin pulled tight and his lubed hand pumping away is almost enough to send me off right away, but he knows what hes doing and backs off every time I get close.
Ready? he finally asks.
God yes. I need to cum so badly.
Oh, thats not really what I meant. Im not sure if I heard the buzzing or felt the vibration first, but the sensation was immediate and amazing. My cock hardened like never before and I thought I was going to explode on the spot.
FUCK! SHIT! WHAT IS THAT?!?!? Fuck Im gonna cum. Im gonna cum! and right as I was about to, he shut it off. Ahhh, fuck you.
So you liked it?
A vibrating cock ring?
Quite.
Youre full of surprises tonight, I allow. My most civil words since hes tied me up. He leans in and kisses me full on the lips, passionately, for a long, loving time. Being tied up like this, with his focus completely on my pleasure, really does make me feel loved. Maybe thats why this is so much fun for me. I really need to cum, though.
Okay, fine. He takes the blindfold off and I can see my dick, still rock hard, almost purple, standing at its full, ridiculous size. The ring at the base looks like leather and has a bunch of snaps, and a little bullet vibrator attached. My dick is shining with lubricant and dripping with what I can only assume is pre-cum. His hands go to it and the work in the rhythm that got me so close earlier. Finally Im reaching my apex, and he knows it, and he switches on the bullet on the vibrator.
Every time I have sex high I have an orgasm and then it just keeps going and going, and then finally when I cum its the most amazing feeling ever. When I was coming (cumming?) during this orgasm it was definitely the most pleasurable experience of my life so far. It seemed like it went on much longer, as well. My face, my chest hair, my facial hair, the hair at the back of my head that was hanging and exposed, all soaked. Dripping down my torso onto the sheets below. Jacks face, not just obviously drenched, but shocked as well. Puddles. It must have been 25 shots of semen. Unheard of arousal and explosion from me, and I was instantly spent.
I couldnt move a muscle, which was okay because I really wasnt expected to (I was still tied up, after all). I would find marks on my wrists and ankles from when my body spasmed and tried to contract from the orgasm. Jack finds them hilarious.
Ok, wow!
That was awesome, man. Thank you.
No, thanks for the show. That was a lot of fun, playing with you like that. Im gonna go wash up, and I think Ill go out and grab us a couple hoagies. Or buffalo wings. Well see. You just hang tight, and Ill be back later.
I went in and up the stairs and let myself into their apartment, making sure to take my shoes off. I went into Jacks bedroom, threw my bag onto a chair, and flipped on the TV. I stuffed my shoes under his bed, making sure Id remember where I placed them, and then plopped down onto his bed to watch Sportscenter reruns until Jack got out of the shower. I forgot how comfy his bed was. I put my hands behind my head and propped myself up a little on a pillow, cozying up on top of his blankets.
I rubbed my bare feet on his soft blankets, my mind wandering from the NFL. Im going to be fucking him on these blankets soon. Then between the blankets. The pillows scattered on the floor. All of them except the one hes grabbing, and shoving his face into as he bites down in pleasure that just overwhelms him and I force myself to open my eyes and stop. I have to keep control of myself. I readjust my stiffening dick in my jeans and try to listen to the TV.
Five grueling minutes later, Jack finally comes out of the bathroom. His short hair is still wet from the shower and hes wearing a huge fluffy red robe - belted loosely. I imagine theres probably nothing underneath it. He smiles and bounces over to me.
Thank God youre here. I almost knocked one out in the shower, but it looks like I made the right choice, he says and jumps on top of me, straddling me between his thickly muscled calves. I wrap my arms around him and go in for a long kiss, pulling him down on top of me.
Is this fleece? I ask, breaking our lips apart for a second.
What? another kiss, and then, I dont know, with a laugh.
Well, it looks ridiculous.
Its so soft though. And comfy. I love it. And it is really soft. Probably synthetic. Its hanging loosely off of him, so when I look down I can see his smooth chest. And abs. And quickly stiffening prick. I rub my hands on the backs of his thighs, run them up to his ass and pull him down into me.
Its nice. Id bet it looks even better on your floor, though.
Oh my God, what a line! he practically screams with laughter, sliding off of me and onto the side a little. Did you have that prepared or did it just come to you?
Its not a line, I just really like seeing you naked.
I know the feeling, he answers, and slides his hand up under my shirt. We make out as he rubs one hand and then both up and down over my chest. Eventually he pulls off my shirt and starts to let his hands wander lower. Im really starting to get hard when he begins rubbing my pelvic bone, right above the waistband of my jeans, while we make out. Something about having his hand there, the pressure, it was just too much.
Never in my life was I hornier than right at that moment. His hand is inside my waistband and I flip over on top of him and grind my crotch into his, our lips never separating. I rub my body up and down onto his a few times before gasping for breath. So I actually have condoms today, I blurt.
Anxious to get started?
Well, Im ready to cum in, like, three seconds, so I figure we should do something, I tell him, not disingenuously.
Lets try something new.
So buttsex?
Maybe take it a little slower? We dohave all weekend, he says slyly. Its written all over his face that he has a clear plan of action. I nod, reluctantly, and let him flip me back over. He grabs my wrists and pins my hands above my head while he kisses me. I want to tie you up, he whispers, making my dick practically gush.
Like 50-Shades shit, or, like, what? I ask, dampening my fetishist excitement as much as possible. I figure, if he wants to tie me up, if he wants me to act like a prisoner, maybe I should be acting in that mode already.
Ive never read the seminal works of erotic fiction by Snowqueens Icedragon, but Im under the impression that theyre somewhat violent, no? I just want to have you lie down in pleasure thats completely out of your control.
Thats a hot fucking speech. How longve you been practicing that?
Since I met you.
OK, Im into it, he jumps up off the bed and runs to the closet in excitement, but what exactly is this going to involve?
Well, first we gotta get those pants off,
Already on it.
Then Im gonna tie your hand and feet to my bedposts, and probably blindfold you. Then Im gonna do things to your body. Hes been beaming ever since he brought it up.
So this was your big plan for tonight? I ask, sitting up against his pillows, freshly nude. Im excited, this is all just like in a fantasy or porn or something, but Im a little nervous, too. Too many things could go wrong. Maybe thats what makes it so exciting? My heart pounds.
It wasnt the plan but it was in the forefront of my mind, as he walks over with a couple pairs of handcuffs, a few belts, and some rope. Ive never actually done this before, so Im pretty excited.
Oh Jesus. Gennas gonna find me here in six days when my corpse starts to really smell.
Youll be fine, Im not a psycho, he says. Then whispers. Im not a psycho, he repeats while staring into my eyes, blank-faced. Finally his face breaks and he kisses me. Im just kidding! Relax, and let me tie your hands up.
Clink. Clink. The handcuffs are on, my hands above my head with the chain threaded through the headboard. Its really happening now. I tell myself to breathe. To trust. Its harder than it sounds. Not harder than my cock, however, which is still at fully-erect excitement. At this point, Im relaxing my muscles and my body for him to pull me down and tie down my legs, to really get this party started, so to speak. Thats when he pulls a medicine bottle from his nightstand and says, Now dont freak out.
What?
Dont freak out.
I wasnt going to but now that you said that Im starting to think that a reasonable person is about to have something to freak out about.
I just want you to take a couple of pills.
Well, what are they? Ive taken pills. For medicine and for fun, so Im not freaking out, telling myself, as much as him.
Wait, youve taken pills for fun? What kind of fun do you usually have?
Stop deflecting. What do you want me to take?
Well, thats the thing. It really isnt as much fun if I tell you, now is it?
Im not just taking some random pills!
You dont trust me?
I dont know how theyre going to affect me! Adderall gives me diarrhea, for example. That wouldnt be good.
Theyre not Adderall.
Well I assumed as much, Adderall isnt exactly sexy.
What pills have you taken?
It doesnt matter, Im not taking anything you just tell me to take!
How about a compromise? he asks, but Im shaking my head the whole time. You take them then Ill tell you what they are right away. Then youll know theres nothing to worry about.
Well, then why dont you just tell me now?
Just take a leap of faith.
Now, thats really what did it. The leap of faith thing. Leaps of faith have never turned out poorly in movies or television. Not when someone says, Just take a leap of faith. Its always about trusting others, broadening your horizons, growing as a human being. I trust Jack. I know he isnt going to poison me. Its probably just, like, some weird relaxing pills or something. He just wants me to have a great fucking time and share it with him. And at least two other independent parties know where I am and who Im with.
Fuck, fine, I relent and he puts the pills on my tongue to swallow. Four oblong capsules. Two white, two black. Okay, happy? Now tell me what they are.
You didnt really think I was going to do that, did you?
Ass!
Now itll just be more of a surprise.
Please, come on. Youve already got me tied up. Im not totally freaking out but I need something. Uppers? Downers? Am I even gonna feel anything? Are they gonna make my dick grow three sizes that day?
Im taking the same ones you did, he does, and continues, does that make you feel any better?
No! I mean, slightly, but Im still in the dark on--
Oh! Speaking of...
what is going to happen to me when these pills kick in, I finish as he wraps the blindfold around my eyes. Its a damn good blindfold, too. I cant even look straight down and see my cheeks. I feel him grab one of my ankles and I give him a good kick in what I think is his shoulder. TELL ME! I shout. At this point I really just want to know what to expect, not really in any kind of panic, at least not yet.
Jesus, fine. I guess itll be just as much fun. They were THC capsules. Like, edible weed, but, ya know, in pill form.
Really? I ask, intrigued. I was kinda a stoner in high school. Not a lot, but I definitely experimented. This is really gonna be fun, huh?
Oh yeah. It is really gonna be fun. You should start feeling it in, like, a half hour. Also, there was some L-Arginine, but you won't feel that, it's more of a vitamin.
It was impossible to tell when it actually kicked in. It mustve been more of a slow build. Jack eventually tied down my feet to opposite ends of the foot of his bed, leaving me spread-eagle, naked, and a little cold. He rubbed my nipples, kissed my kneecaps, and was really just licking and tickling all up and down my body before he decided it was time to give my cock some attention.
And oh boy, did he give it attention. I dont know why its such a huge turn on for me to have absolutely no control over my own stimulation, no idea when its even coming, with the blindfold, and no way to bring myself to orgasm. Just to lay back and let someone else take me through all those levels of pleasures is such an amazing feeling.
By the time Jack is actually pumping my dick, like a proper handjob, it feels like hours have passed. My arms have fallen asleep completely, and my mind is on nothing but my dick. I need to get off and every wet stroke he gives it feels like never ending bliss. Those unexpected moments when he dives in and sucks on the head, or kisses my balls, or licks up and down my shaft, are like mini orgasms each in themselves. My hips are bucking and my thighs are twitching with every caress of my swollen member.
I know hes really ready to let me cum soon when out of nowhere he takes my blindfold off. Jacks smiling face greets me with a long kiss where I dont do much but try to buck my hips up into him. I need to cum and he knows it.
He goes down and starts stroking my lubed-up dick in a rhythm. Thats all it takes, a steady, constant rhythm for once and Im right there, knocking on the door.
FUCK! Im gonna cum, man!
Prove it, he says, licking my cock head.
Unnnh! I grunt, about to have my pleasure taken to the next plateau as he takes his hands away from my dick. What? Dont stop!
Just for now
Fuck you! I scream, writhing my body, trying to rub my hypersensitive penis on something and make it blow, but to no avail, as he ties the blindfold back over my eyes. Fuck this. I really need to cum.
Ill let you soon enough. Arent you having fun?
Id be having more fun if I had just cum, I insist, my cock relaxing, but not softening, back to human levels.
Oh, I dont know about that. And I have a few more tricks up my sleeve, he tells me as I feel him wrapping something around the base of my dick.
A cockring?
Yeah, have you ever used one?
No.
Well, you have now. And the feeling is certainly intensified when he jerks me off. Having the skin pulled tight and his lubed hand pumping away is almost enough to send me off right away, but he knows what hes doing and backs off every time I get close.
Ready? he finally asks.
God yes. I need to cum so badly.
Oh, thats not really what I meant. Im not sure if I heard the buzzing or felt the vibration first, but the sensation was immediate and amazing. My cock hardened like never before and I thought I was going to explode on the spot.
FUCK! SHIT! WHAT IS THAT?!?!? Fuck Im gonna cum. Im gonna cum! and right as I was about to, he shut it off. Ahhh, fuck you.
So you liked it?
A vibrating cock ring?
Quite.
Youre full of surprises tonight, I allow. My most civil words since hes tied me up. He leans in and kisses me full on the lips, passionately, for a long, loving time. Being tied up like this, with his focus completely on my pleasure, really does make me feel loved. Maybe thats why this is so much fun for me. I really need to cum, though.
Okay, fine. He takes the blindfold off and I can see my dick, still rock hard, almost purple, standing at its full, ridiculous size. The ring at the base looks like leather and has a bunch of snaps, and a little bullet vibrator attached. My dick is shining with lubricant and dripping with what I can only assume is pre-cum. His hands go to it and the work in the rhythm that got me so close earlier. Finally Im reaching my apex, and he knows it, and he switches on the bullet on the vibrator.
Every time I have sex high I have an orgasm and then it just keeps going and going, and then finally when I cum its the most amazing feeling ever. When I was coming (cumming?) during this orgasm it was definitely the most pleasurable experience of my life so far. It seemed like it went on much longer, as well. My face, my chest hair, my facial hair, the hair at the back of my head that was hanging and exposed, all soaked. Dripping down my torso onto the sheets below. Jacks face, not just obviously drenched, but shocked as well. Puddles. It must have been 25 shots of semen. Unheard of arousal and explosion from me, and I was instantly spent.
I couldnt move a muscle, which was okay because I really wasnt expected to (I was still tied up, after all). I would find marks on my wrists and ankles from when my body spasmed and tried to contract from the orgasm. Jack finds them hilarious.
Ok, wow!
That was awesome, man. Thank you.
No, thanks for the show. That was a lot of fun, playing with you like that. Im gonna go wash up, and I think Ill go out and grab us a couple hoagies. Or buffalo wings. Well see. You just hang tight, and Ill be back later.
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Am I the only one who can't help reading this story in Archer's voice because of Uroc's avatar?
