Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2012 18:54:37 -0500
From: clever13@hush.com
Subject: Bound for Fun - Gay / Adult Youth

Disclaimer:

	This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are
in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions,
or encourage similar actions by others.  All characters in this story are
really represented by adults over the age of 18.

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        By the time I was 12, I had already been sexually active with a
neighbor friend of mine for over a year.  I lived in a fairly rural area
with very few neighbors even close to my own age, so it was no surprise to
anyone that I became friends with a 17 year old buddy with an xbox and lots
of computer stuff.  He was as much of a loner as I was so it seemed normal
to everyone that we should spend a lot of time together on weekends.  We
were both living with single parents, me with my mom and he with his dad
and both of us had a lot of free time.
       He lived in walking distance which made it easy to go to his house
every weekend while my mom was at work.  Nursing made for weird hours at
home alone, so she was ok with me being with him.  I'm not sure how she
would have felt knowing his dad was gone a lot as a truck driver too, but I
never shared that.  In any case, I spent a lot of weekends there trying new
stuff in sex.  We had done it all by this point (by my understanding) so I
was okay with him spicing it up a little sometimes with new stuff.
       We really only had one rule: you only had to try it once, but you
had to do it all the way.  So as the weekend came around I took my usual
deep clean shower and headed to Kevin's house.  He lived in a pretty normal
house, but he had a basement all to himself.  When I got there he had a
nervous smirk on his face like he had an idea.  "Let's do some tie up
again", he said.  We had done it with me tied up before so it was no big
deal.  I kind of liked it actually, depending on which way I was tied.
Some positions were better than others.
       I was horny anyway, so I excitedly got undressed.  I was a skinny
little shit.  Flat-bellied and bald as a beaver, but I had just recently
started to cum which made sex much more interesting.  But I had a nice
round ass according to Kevin, even though rarely saw it.  As I flopped on
the corner of his bed, he proceeded to get out the parachute cords he used
to tie me with.  Then he said "First, why don't you lay on this belt."  It
was oversized and looked like it could go around me twice, but I was
curious.
       As I laid down on the belt, he had me pull my legs up so my feet
were by my ears, and he tightened the belt around the back of my knees, so
that it basically folded me in half.  Once I had the belt on, he started
tying my wrists to my ankles on each side.  They were pretty good, because
I liked to try and wiggle out if I could.  To me it was a game.  But, this
time, he had done a really good job.
       So there I was, basically tied in a ball on my back and he dragged
me to the edge of the bed.  He put his hand to his chin for a second, and
then went to his closet to grab something.  It looked like a wooden crutch,
but the bottom was broken off of it.  He placed each of my ankles in it and
tied them in to hold my feet and wrists apart.  I was open, exposed.  There
I was bound and ready, and I was majorly hard.
       Then he asked me if I wanted to try it this time with a blindfold.
He said he heard that you could feel a lot more if you can't see.  "It's
supposed to be really sensory", he said.  I was like, "uhm, yeah, sure.
Just make sure you put on some cool music."  So he got a small black hood
out of his drawer that had a drawstring on it.  He said, "don't worry, you
can breathe through it."
       He was right, the material was thin, but in his basement, I still
couldn't see shit.  And with that, he cinched the drawstring around my neck
and went to turn on the music.  It was techno, which I thought was cool.  I
still remember the song.  He said, "Just go with the experience, and you
should feel it more."  I was like, "Dude I'm already so ready to fuck right
now I could explode!"  I laid there on the edge of the bed for a second or
two taking it all in, when I felt his hand give my balls a little tug to
lift my hard cock off my belly.  I was almost 4 inches at that time with a
very nice cut cock.  Then came the first lick.  Slowly, very slowly, he
took my head in his mouth and started giving me an awesome BJ.  I was like
"OMG dude, this feels awesome!"
       As he kept working my cock, I started feeling him put his wet finger
up against my tight pink hole.  It was like, right there.  He just kept
pressing it down in my upturned hole little by little.  First a single
digit, then a little more of his finger.  I was like "Fuck dude, you know
you want it." In between all my dirty talk, I was moaning, real moans.  I
could hear him add some lube to his finger, then he went after my hole
again with two fingers.  It was tight.  I almost came.
       I warned him I was gonna cum and he suddenly stopped and let my wet
cock flop back on my belly with a splat.  I could hear him dropping his
pants and squirting lube on himself over the music.  As I laid there, held
wide open by the crutch and ropes, I started teasing him.  "Come on man,
you know you want to fuck my boipussy.  It's right here, all tight and
clean for you.  I wanna feel it in me man."  I went on and on like that
while he lubed it up and pushed some of the lube deeper in my hole with his
finger.
       Finally the time came.  I felt him press his wet cockhead up against
my tight hole and slowly start to push.  It was actually pretty tough going
in.  All the while I kept teasing him through my hood.  Then, I'm not sure
what happened exactly, but I felt my knees go deeper into my chest.  He
must have grabbed the wooden crutch and pushed it into my chest to lift my
ass right off the bed.  As he did, I felt his cockhead slide straight down
into me with a hard pop.
       I yelped in pain as I felt his cockhead make it past my anal ring.
I was like "Fuuuccckkk dude, shit that hurts. Give me a minute to get use
to it."  I slowly let myself relax a little, but I had to focus really
hard.  Slowly, little by little, he sank it deeper.  I was like "Damn dude,
it feels so thick like this.  I really do feel more when I can't see."  I
tried to laugh nervously, but the way I was tied made it feel way more
intense.
       As his cock sunk deeper, I could feel his thick head raking my
insides.  Every time it moved, I felt his head.  I tried to concentrate,
remembering to push out when he pushed in.  He squirted more lube.  Then a
little deeper.  Finally he was making longer strokes and I was getting more
into it even though my hands were falling asleep.  He was using the crutch
as a steering wheel to keep moving me where he wanted me.
       Then, as he finally started getting balls deep into my smooth pink
hole, I started having an uneasy feeling.  As he pushed all the way in I
could feel he was hairy, but Kevin always shaved.  I stopped talking.
Slowly I tried to wiggle off the hood, but it was no use.  I wiggled on the
ropes, no good.  I was at his mercy.
       Sensing that I knew something was up, he finally grabbed my hips.
It finally occurred to me that besides sucking and fingering me, he had not
really touched me at all.  When he grabbed my hips, I knew for sure.  His
hands were rough, not smooth like Kevin's. I had no idea who it was, but I
couldn't talk.  I just started to cry under my hood.
       Once he had my hips, he fucked hard and fast, like a man looking to
get off and get out.  He started going so hard and fast that I could feel
and hear my own cock slapping against me.  It's a sound I could hear over
the music.  It made sense now why he felt so much thicker than Kevin; it
wasn't Kevin.  As he pushed in with deeper strokes, I was so scared, and
confused, but somehow I felt a weird tingle inside.  He changes position
slightly and his cockhead started rubbing me inside in a way that made my
head spin. I couldn't control it.
       Finally I felt his cockhead start to swell up and I couldn't hold it
back anymore.  I tensed up against all my ropes and started squirting cum
all over my chest as I grunted and cried my way to the end.  As I did, my
hole clamped down tight on his ever swelling cock which only made his
thrust hurt more.  Then, like an eruption, I felt four or five huge squirts
rumble from his cock deep inside me.
       He only stayed in for a few seconds probably, but it felt like a
long time.  Then I felt a finger wipe up some of my jizz on my belly.  Then
he pulled out and wiped his dick on my ball sack.  Then he got I heard him
put his pants on quickly and it was quiet.  I laid there for a couple
minutes crying.  Then Kevin came and took off my hood.  "Well, how did you
like it?  I was pretty good huh?"  He never would admit it was someone
else, and to this day swears it was him all along.
       I stopped seeing him for a while after that, but we eventually made
up.  I stayed conflicted about it for a long time, mainly because I still
got off even though it was a stranger I didn't know.  Did I like it? Was it
a normal response? I don't know.  But I never told anyone. Ever.  The worst
part is that after he finally moved away, I always wondered if the guy who
fucked me was still around, watching me and I just didn't know it.  All I
know is that I still jack off about it to this day.

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