Date: Sat, 03 Jul 1999 21:53:08 PDT From: Jeffrey Jeffy Subject: Tied All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother. This story has been copyrighted by the author. You may, of course, download it for your enjoyment, send it to your friends, even use it on your website as long as access to the site is free, it is not changed in any way and I'm credited as the author. This story depicts minors and adults having unprotected, unsafe sex. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such. Otherwise, enjoy! Based on a true incident. "You're thinkin' with your dick!" - - Austin Millbarge "Tied" By Jeffy It was an absolutely gorgeous late summer morning, warm without being hot, with low humidity. I could hear the birds singing, the sun was shining, and all seemed right with the world. It was also, although I didn't know it, the first day of the new school year. Whistling a tune, I strolled out of my apartment over to where my car was parked. Then I heard the voice that would bring so much joy into my life. "Please, please can you help us? Oh, thank God I found you!" A good-looking, if harried woman in her mid to late thirties exclaimed to me. "What's wrong? Is the building on fire? Someone have a heart attack?" I asked her, thinking the worst and seeing the lovely morning ruined for me (not to mention whoever was having the heart attack). "No, I need help tying my son's tie. I can't seem to get it right and he doesn't know how." I peered behind her to find an adorable little boy standing there with a resigned expression on his face. He had dark hair in a bowl cut, pale blue eyes, and a tanned slim body. He was wearing a school blazer, white shirt, short pants, and had an untied necktie around his neck. I think I fell in love with him in that instant. He looked to be about 10 or 11 years old. My heart slowed and I began to chuckle at the woman's antics. I figured they must have moved in recently since I know most of the boys in the neighborhood, at least by sight. And no, I have never done anything to any of them; I just love to watch them as they play and laugh in the summer sun. "Well, sport, how about stepping over here so we can tame the Wild American Necktie. I think I saw Jim Hannah do this once on his nature show on PBS. Now, let's see..." I stepped over to him and started to knot the giggling boy's tie from the front and promptly made a mess of it. He fixed me with a suspicious eye. "I could have done that!" he piped in a clear, boyish voice. "OK then.." I waited for him to supply a name. He grinned and wrinkled his nose at me. "I'm Keith Rogers, and that's my mom." He pointed at his mom. "I'm Jeff, nice to meet you. Now, let's see about that tie!" I stepped over to him and proceeded to knot it perfectly by having him face away from me and putting my arms around him to tie his tie. The sweet boy perfume rising from his skin and hair nearly made me faint as I worked. Then I began to chuckle. "What's so funny?" Keith wanted to know. "I just figured out why my father always used to tie our ties like that when my brothers and I were kids. It's much easier." I tousled his hair and got yet another grin out of him. June, his mom, thanked me profusely as she hustled Keith off to school and I headed to the Madison train station to catch the Midtown Express into Manhattan. I couldn't seem to get Keith out of my mind all day. At odd moments, I found myself thinking of how wonderful he smelled, not like cologne or anything, just of soap, shampoo, and boy. Maybe the scientists are right when they say that the nose is directly connected to the brain; mine sure seemed to be! With difficulty, I returned to debugging the macro I was currently working on. I got home on time that evening (wonder of wonders) and proceeded to whip up some pasta for dinner, still thinking of Keith. As I was putting it on the table I was startled by the doorbell (since I wasn't expecting any visitors) and hurried to see who it was. I opened the door only to find a grinning Keith looking up at me, dressed only in a pair of shorts (and I DO mean short) and sandals. He looked adorable, with his slim boyish body; he had a wonderful tan, soft looking nipples, and just the slightest bit of baby fat on his rounded little tummy. "Can Jeff come out and play?" he piped at me, cracking us both up. What a little devil! "No, but you can come in if you like. I'm just about to sit down to dinner. Have you eaten yet?" "Yeah, we had meatloaf. Ewwwwwwwwwww!" He scrunched up his face, telling me what he thought of his mother's meatloaf. He looked so adorable I just had to laugh. Still laughing, I got another plate and silverware and plunked it down in front of him. That done, we proceeded to chow down on the pasta and sauce (I usually make two nights worth and stick half in the fridge so there was plenty). As we ate, I couldn't help sneaking looks over at Keith. He was so cute and innocent! I admired the polite way that he ate, his wonderful tan, cute nipples (which were becoming hard due to the air conditioning), and sweet little toes. God, how I wanted him! After dinner, we quickly cleaned up, which he did without complaining, and called his mom so she wouldn't worry. That done, Keith checked out my apartment, wanting to know what everything was, why I didn't make my bed, and other things. He seemed to accept the explanation "Because I'm gonna sleep in it again tonight!" for the unmade bed be was disappointed when I wouldn't let him hold my Katana sword (I had another sword he could hold, though!) I have to confess that we both ate a little too much, so we retired to the couch to watch a little TV before he had to go home. He was happy that he didn't have any homework on the first day, but I advised him not to get too used to it! After a few minutes he moved over and sat in my lap, wiggling his butt to get comfortable. I gently put my arms around his slim body as he grinned at me and settled down. I felt like my heart would explode! The feel of him in my arms, combined with the smell of his slightly sweaty boy-body was racing through my brain like an out of control forest fire. I was barely able to keep from ravishing him on the spot! I began to stroke his hair and neck, gradually moving down to his shoulders, keeping my touch very light, hoping he would enjoy it. After a few minutes, I turned him around to face me and saw that he had a dreamy, relaxed look on his face. He was breathing deeply, head turned to one side, smiling. Just then his mouth drooped open and a big glob of his spit dropped directly on my crotch. He started, embarrassed, and tried to wipe it up with his hand, rubbing directly on my rock hard dick. Then, realizing what he was rubbing, he abruptly stopped. "Jeff, I, I , I ,I ,I'm so sorry I drooled on you!" He was blushing furiously now, totally self-conscious and embarrassed. "That's OK, kiddo, what's a little drool between friends?" I reassured him with a warm hug as he left for the evening. I then went to the bathroom and proceeded to jerk off twice in a row (I'm usually a once a night man, so you know how horny Keith made me) while imagining doing all sorts of things to Keith's lovely body. I went to bed that night with a sore dick and dreamed of Keith all night long. The next morning he was a bit sheepish as he showed up at my door. This time, he was alone as he waited patiently for me to tie his necktie. "Honey, what's wrong?" I asked him. "Well, I'm a little embarrassed about drooling on you last night." I just laughed. "Don't worry about it, little man. If you drool on someone and they're still your friend, then you know you've got a friend for life!" I looked him in the eyes as he began to giggle at that. Soon we were both cracking up as I gave him a big hug and turned him around to tie his tie. Things went on this way for the better part of a month. Keith spent about two evenings a week with me and he relaxed a lot as we got to know each other better. By now I was totally captivated with him, his boyish beauty, his charm (yes, he could be VERY charming when he wanted to) and his sunny outlook on life in general. I did notice that he always wore the fewest clothes that he could get away with and seemed to love to touch and be touched in any way. It was only through willpower that I was able to keep myself from throwing him down on the bed and making sweet, passionate love to him! About this time June invited me over for dinner with them and, of course, she made her meatloaf. Keith was right about it, too! It was just this side of edible, with far too many breadcrumbs and spices. She needed to learn that pepper is a spice, not a vegetable. We did, however, have a nice chat about Keith over coffee after dinner. "Are you raising Keith alone? That must be tough for you," I remarked "Yeah, it's just the two of us. His father isn't around." She said this in a flat, emotionless tone of voice. Some instinct told me not to press her, that she would explain when she was ready, or never. "Well, he's a great kid, you should be proud." I told her, sipping my coffee. "He's really taken with you, too. You're all he talks about, Jeff this and Jeff that." I blushed a little, embarrassed. Could she possibly know what I wanted to do to her little boy? I hoped not! She went on, "He's always been such a touchy-feelie kid, wanting to hug and be held. I just hope he isn't being a pest." I assured her that Keith was always welcome in my home and was in no way a pest. "He's also a born nudist. When he was little I kinda gave up on keeping him in clothes during the summer and just let him run around bare-assed. He'd still do that if I'd let him, too." Of course I was calm and collected at this revelation. I choked and sputtered on my hot coffee, stunned at the mental image of Keith running around totally naked. June helpfully pounded me on my back as I recovered and I could hear the sounds of muffled giggles coming from the next room. That little stinker was listening to us! "Anyway," June continued, "don't hesitate to send him home if he gets on your nerves." "I will, if he ever does!" I told her. We both cracked up laughing. After that, Keith was even more touchy-feelie around me, rubbing up against me in the morning when I would tie his tie. The weather got cooler and he switched to long pants, much to my chagrin; I loved the sight of his smooth boy legs. My chance, if you can call it that, came a few weeks later when his mother had to go out of town and left him with me for the weekend, saying she had no one else to watch him since they were still rather new to the area. That Friday morning I was running a bit late, so Keith cooled his heels in the den while I finished getting ready for work. I peeked in at him and found him expertly tying his necktie! He looked at the perfect knot, breathed a laugh, and quickly untied it. That little faker! How long had he known how to do that?!? My mind churned as I tied his tie, touching him more than ever before, running my hands down his back and rubbing them back up his shirt-covered tummy and chest. After a startled look in the mirror at me, he grinned and relaxed, rubbing against me like a cat. Will power won out as I mentally shook myself and I drove him to school and headed to the train station. I was totally useless at work since all I could think about was Keith. My brain buzzed like a beehive as I considered the situation. I was willing to bet that he wanted it at least as much as I did (if not more) and was waiting for me to do something. But what should I do? As much as I had fantasized for years about making love to a boy, I now found that being this close to the real thing scared me totally shitless. I left work early to pick up Keith, still undecided as to what to do. He seemed hyped up as he got into the car, telling me all about his day and how much he was looking forward to spending the weekend with me. Neither one of us had mentioned sleeping arrangements yet, although I did tell him that my couch folds out into a queen-sized bed. I think he could sense my case of nerves because he kept up the chatter all the way home. Once there we played catch (to tell you how long it has been since I did that, my old baseball glove is a "Fred Lynn" model) and I thought some more, even while noticing how athletic he was. Sweaty and tired, we went back inside to wash up and make dinner. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his sweet body as we washed up at the sink. After we were done with dinner (pasta and homemade white wine and garlic sauce. Excellent, if I do say so myself!) Keith was uncharacteristically quiet. We just sat on the couch for a while and watched TV together when Keith spoke up. "Jeff, I , um, well, I really like you." He said in an almost inaudible voice. I pulled him onto my lap as he continued in that same soft tone. "Where I used to live, well, there was this kid, a neighbor. He was 14. He was always real nice to me and we kinda got to be friends. We um, did stuff." He was blushing furiously now, red as a ripe tomato. "He didn't force you to do anything, did he baby?" "No! I wanted to! I liked it! I really miss him." "How long did the two of you 'do stuff'?" I asked him. "For about a year or so. I do kinda miss him." "You said that already. You're sure he didn't force you into anything?" "No, I practically had to jump on top of him!" He realized what he said and covered his mouth with both hands. I had to bite my lips hard to keep the laugh in since I knew that he'd be humiliated if I let it out. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to pee and clear my head. I spent a few minutes in there and came out to find no sign of Keith. "Hey, Jeff, I think I finally figured it out!" He called from the bedroom. "Figured what out, Kei..." I cut my sentence off with a gasp as he walked sexily into the den, wearing his perfectly knotted school tie. Ahem, maybe I should say wearing ONLY his perfectly knotted school tie. He was completely nude otherwise. My heart pounded and my breath froze in my chest at this vision of boyish loveliness. As he stood there, grinning and hard, I drank in my fill of his nude form. He had a very typical boy's body, smooth and lovely, with just a hint of baby fat. I could see that his summer tan was fading from his arms and legs, but his butt was only slightly whiter. I suspected that he had been spending more time nude than June was aware of! He had beautiful, slim legs with dainty little boyfeet and the cutest toes I'd ever seen. His small, thin erection stood up proudly against his smooth tummy, throbbing and just begging for attention. The little organ was cleanly circumcised and had a little upward curve to it, just like mine did. He wasn't upset that I just stood there for a minute and looked, in fact I think he enjoyed the way that my eyes were roaming avidly over his naked form. Still unable to utter a word, I led him over to the couch by the hand and sat him on my lap facing me with his legs on either side. As if in a dream, I leaned in for a kiss and was mildly shocked when he not only let me kiss him, but he threw his arms around my neck and opened his mouth as wide as he could. I slowly explored every inch of his lips, teeth, mouth, and tongue until I found myself with my own tongue as far down his throat as it would go. Keith was moaning around my tongue and dry-humping against me with increasing urgency. Not breaking the kiss, I ran my hands down his spine, provoking a thrill shiver from my little lover, until I reached his asscrack. I began stroking up and down the crack, circling around his little boyhole. Then I had an idea! I pulled back, breaking the kiss, and started undoing his tie. "You know, that's a really good knot, but I think I know a better use for this," I told him as I gently wrapped it around his head, effectively blindfolding him. He let me lead him to my bedroom, smiling the whole time and trusting me completely. I vowed to be worthy of that trust. I put him on the bed, face up, and started to touch his nude body in random places, never letting him know before hand or falling into a pattern. I caressed his chest, thigh, face, and toes while Keith writhed slowly on the bed in ecstasy. I placed both of his hands above his head, and he left them there, understanding my instructions implicitly. Then, I just had to try something on him that I had only read about. Adjusting his position on the bed, I gently began to stroke around his left nipple in a circular motion without touching the nipple itself. Closer can closer I went to that wonderful little nub, driving the boy under me nuts with desire. After almost half an hour, taking pity on the whimpering boy, I took his nipple suddenly into my mouth and sucked just as hard as I could. It had an incredible effect on Keith! His whole body arched in orgasm as he cried out and wrapped his arms and legs around me as he came in what was surely the orgasm of his young life. And I hadn't even touched his dick yet! I soon remedied that situation. As Keith lay there, panting and recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm I'd just given him, I gently began to stroke and lick his still-shuddering little cock. It was, quite simply, the most perfect thing I'd ever seen in my life. I took great care as I explored it thoroughly with my tongue, laving up and down the short shaft, the pinkish-purple head, the little glans. All were soon glistening with a covering of my saliva as I worked my way around his delicious little tool. As I did this I rolled his jelly-bean sized balls around in the palm of my hand until he again arched his back in orgasm, whimpering and making little, incoherent noises deep in his throat. I continued this action until he had come four times. I just smiled as he collapsed on the bed, totally spent. Kissing my way up to his lovely face, I removed his impromptu blindfold and found that he was deeply asleep with a smile on his face. I stroked his face for a few moments until it was obvious that he was out for the night, then went to the bathroom to have my own earth-shaking orgasm. I woke up the next morning to the incredible sensation of Keith sucking on my painfully hard dick. I opened my gummy eyes and saw my little lover working on me with a wicked leer on his small face. "Mforgnin," he mumbled around his mouthful of my dick. I was unable to answer him since lightning bolts were currently running from my dick straight to my head. If I hadn't known that he'd had sex before, I knew it now. He expertly worked my dick over, from head to base without once making contact with his teeth. He worked it into his throat smoothly, not gagging a bit, then withdrew it to lick the pre-cum off of the head. After a while I just put my head back and abandoned myself to him, not even bothering to try to catalog the sensations. Eventually, the inevitable happened and I blew the load of my entire life into his hot little mouth as he lapped it up without spilling a drop. My only thought was that the undertaker would NEVER get the grin off of my face! A few minutes later, I headed off to the bathroom to take a much-needed piss. As I stood there, pissing like a racehorse, I felt two little hands grab my hairy buns firmly. "Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed as I jumped a foot and missed the toilet with a stream of urine by quite a margin. "Good reflexes for an old guy!" Keith remarked from behind me as he circled his arms around me and proceeded to hold my dick for the rest of my piss. I had an inkling that loving Keith would be an interesting experience! We finished pissing, washing up, brushing our teeth, and shaving (not Keith of course) and repaired to the kitchen for a nude breakfast of fresh French Toast. Keith liked syrup on his while I preferred to have honey on mine. We both chowed down hugely and after we were done just sat there and felt stuffed. On impulse, I dipped my finger into the honey on my plate and wiped it on Keith's cheek and then licking it off. Keith, with a mischievous grin on his face, did the same to me with the syrup on his plate. Getting into the spirit of things, I proceeded to do the same to him, this time picking his soft nipple, sucking it clean of the honey. I did the same to his balls, the head of his dick, and after a moment's consideration his cute, bare underarms. I licked them like a cat trying to clean them, enjoying the indefinable taste of a boy for a long while. Keith seemed to appreciate it as he squirmed on the chair. Then, I had an idea and opened up his legs to spread some on his puckered little boyhole. Keith helpfully leaned back in the chair and raised his legs to his shoulders. I licked my way up and down his crack and then started to concentrate my attentions on his hole. I rimmed around it, taking care to be gentle, then started working my way into the tight opening. I tongue-fucked him for a long time, sucking and licking for all I was worth, until he had a powerful orgasm. This time he cried out at the top of his soprano voice, gasping, as he came. I let up on him and pulled back to watch and I saw that his hole was actually twitching madly, opening and closing. What a sight! I pulled Keith onto my lap, murmuring to him how much I loved him. Then, seeing what time it was, I knew we had to get going. We quickly took a shower and headed out to run my weekly errands. We stopped at the cleaners, then went to the grocery store; I should have known that it would be an adventure! As we went to the produce section, Keith grabbed everything that was even remotely phallus-shaped and put it in our cart, remarking on how much we needed that particular item. Carrots, squash, eggplant, and a large cucumber all went into the cart while Keith grinned wickedly at me. Every time I took something out of the cart, he put something else into it. Try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to yell at him. I quickly sent him on a mission to find something at the other end of the store and unloaded everything he's added in his boyish horniness (I HATE cucumbers!). After a quick bribe of a large bag of Oreos, we made our way to the checkout counter. Keith grinned and flirted outrageously with the pretty Oriental checkout girl. I sighed deeply, wondering what I had done without this amazing boy in my life for so long. We went home and unpacked the groceries quickly before jumping into bed and kissing passionately. Through my haze of lust, I knew I wanted to have his cute little ass. Keith obviously had the same thought as he rummage in my nightstand and handed me my tube of K-Y jelly. I looked him in the eyes and silently asked him if he was sure and he wordlessly nodded his head at me. I lay down on my back as Keith lubed up my rock-hard dick while I did the same for his cute little boyhole. That done, he straddled me and began to gently but firmly press down. He both let out a moan as the head popped in and I grabbed his hips to steady him as we paused for a minute, panting. Then, with a determined look on his face, my small lover firmly pressed himself down onto my cock until my pubes brushed his smooth ass cheeks. I had to concentrate hard to keep from cumming right then and there! Keith just sat there, supporting himself with his hands on my chest, looking proud of himself. Then, with a small grin, he began flexing his butt muscles without moving off of my cock. I groaned loudly which merely spurred him on to more ass clenching. God! I thought I'd die of pleasure right then! Knowing that I needed to sum soon, I abruptly reversed our positions without withdrawing from Keith's ass. I began to pump gently, then a little harder, picking up steam as I went. Keith threw back his head and came loudly, clenching his ass like a vise as he did so. I have no idea how I resisted cumming, but I did and continued to fuck him gently, never altering my slow, steady rhythm. Keith came again, this time whimpering softly. I could see tears running down his cheeks and decided that I REALLY needed to cum, like now. I pumped harder and harder until I felt the juice churn up from my balls. Now it was my turn to throw my head back and whimper as I shot the largest load in mankind's history into my lover as he came yet again. Ah, to be young! We both just lay there for a long time, spent, until I stirred myself and got a wet towel from the bathroom to clean both of us up. That done, I settled in beside my boy for a well-deserved nap. "Jeff," came a sleepy voice, "tonite how about you wear the tie?" I smiled. "Deal, kiddo!" THE END Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!