Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2022 10:45:55 +0000 From: Leopold Boyce Subject: Sweet, Sensitive and Cuffed Three 12yo boys home alone looking for porn: what could go wrong? Comments welcome: leopold.boyce@protonmail.com No Nifty, no Naughty -- please consider a donation at https://donate.nifty.org SWEET, SENSITIVE AND CUFFED by Leopold Boyce The three boys had only been friends for about a month. Not overly close yet, they'd just started Year 7, but were showing the potential to be a close-knit trio . One Friday after school they all went round to Dane's place to stay for the whole weekend. Dane was more or less the leader of the three, a very attractive, fit boy with a sharp blond haircut and a confidence that particularly impressed little Lewis, the youngest and smallest of the three. "We've got the place to ourselves till about seven o'clock," Dane announced as he showed the boys up to his bedroom to dump their overnight bags. "Yeah, my mum and dad both work, too," said Lewis. "I don't have a mum," Dane said. "Just Dad and my older brother Mark." "Hey, Ethan only has a mum," Lewis said. "Maybe we should get 'em together." Ethan gave a slightly crooked smile. "Well, she seems to only like girls now." As he said it, it looked like he was blushing slightly, although the natural rosy tint to his cheeks often made it look that way -- something he didn't like. He was the quietest of the three, a little taller than Dane, but more slender, with short neat dark hair. With his natural blush, his prominent eyelashes and his candy-pink lips, Ethan struck one as a rather sensitive and sensual boy. It made him very popular with girls, who thought him divine, someone to marry and have children with, although the boy hadn't acted on this potential as yet. Dane's eyes lit up at Ethan's comment. "A lezzo? Cool, I love lezzos!" Ethan rolled his eyes as Lewis laughed then frowned. "How come, Dane? A lezzo wouldn't let you do nothin' with 'em -- they just want to smooch with other girls." Showing his knowledge of such sophisticated matters. Dane shoved his hips forward and grabbed his crotch. "Yeah but when they see this they can't help 'emselves!" Laughing, talking trash, the boys headed downstairs for something to eat and drink. Dane's dad was going to bring home pizza, so for now they got by on some left-over Shepherd's Pie and a family-sized bag of chips. The big supply of soft drinks -- raspberry, cola, or, Lewis's favorite, creaming soda -- was celebrated as a very cool luxury. It was after they'd downed their second can that Dane said, "You wanna see some porn?" "Yeah!" Lewis immediately cried. "Have you really got some?" Ethan asked, intrigued but always a little cautious about some of Dane's boasting. This was back before the internet, and pubescent boys -- Dane and Ethan would soon turn thirteen while Lewis was eight or nine months younger -- could find it quite a challenge to find any useful or entertaining information about sex. The idea they might be about to see a real pornographic magazine was pretty exciting. Dane led the way into his father's bedroom, a big room with a huge king size double bed in the center and a full wall given over to built in robes. After sliding open the far wardrobe door, Dane got down on his knees to haul out a large suitcase. "So there's porn in there?" Lewis asked, eyes wide. "There must be a lot." Dane dragged it out so the boys, on their knees, could gather round as he worked the combination lock to open it. "For a cop," Dane said, "Dad's pretty useless. He left the combo in the fruit bowl on top of the fridge -- ha!" "Your dad's a cop?" Ethan asked. "Yep. My older brother wants to be one, too." Given Dane the other day had challenged all three boys to shoplift in Walmart, Ethan was surprised. "Are you going to be one, too?" he asked. "No way." "Cops can't have porn," said Lewis. "Er, this is my dad's," Dane said as he got the lock undone and threw the suitcase lid back. The suitcase was full of sex toys, but Dane was instantly moving things around and muttering darkly, "What the hell, man, where's the magazines...?" Dane had been coming to this suitcase for the last six weeks or so, every time his dad wasn't home, and using one of the many porn mags to jerk off to. But suddenly they were gone. His older brother had caught him with one of the mags a couple of weeks ago, but had just laughed and said, Don't let Dad catch you. Maybe he'd told Dad and the mags had been removed? Whatever, it was a double blow, now unable to impress his friends. Meanwhile Lewis had hauled out a giant dildo and was putting to his crotch, making out he had an enormous cock, swinging his hips and whacking Ethan on the hip. "You wouldn't know what to do with it, anyway," Ethan laughed, pushing Lewis away. "Stick it in Emily's pussy!" Lewis cried, getting a bit excited by it all now. Emily was the sexiest girl in Year 7 and Dane claimed to have got a hand-job from her up the back of the swim center on sports day. Another story Ethan found not entirely convincing. "Are these real?" Ethan asked, holding up a pair of handcuffs. Dane frowned and took them. "They look like Dad's real ones, for work. Better leave 'em." And he put them down on the floor. The continued to check out all the gear: lubricant, vibrators, condoms, weird knobby looking wands and cups -- but the boys remained a bit disappointed there was no porn. Ethan, although he didn't say much, was very disappointed. God, he'd love to see some pics of naked girls, rather than just trying to imagine them, undressing Emily and every other girl at school in his very active, sex obsessed imagination. Ethan had started masturbating only a few months ago and had quickly become a bit worried at how addicted to it he was. Not that he thought there was anything much wrong with wanking, but he thought about sex ALL the time and usually wanked at least three times a day, often up to five or six times if he had the opportunity -- which had to be sick and way too much, he thought. Lewis, who seemed much more loudly excited by all the sex toys, hadn't in fact started masturbating yet, was the least mature of the trio. It gave him a freedom to carry on like a pork chop, waving that dildo around like a cowboy at a rodeo, treating it all like a particularly hilarious cartoon, rather then the slightly more serious matter Ethan and Dane found it, now they'd entered puberty. At one stage, a bit bored, Lewis stuffed the head of the dildo down the back of Ethan's school pants, wedging it in tight under his belt. "Fuck off -- what is it?!" Ethan cried, reaching round, grabbing the dildo to pull it out -- Lewis could be such an annoying smartarse. The damn thing had got caught in his belt somehow and he was having trouble wrestling it free. Lewis thought it hilarious, and Dane, although he told Lewis not to be an idiot, couldn't help laughing the big rubber dick waving around. As Ethan worked at freeing it with both hands behind his back, Lewis, totally on a whim, picked the handcuffs up off the floor and found they went CLICK a perfect fit, onto Ethan's wrists -- which were now shackled like a common criminal. Lewis leapt back, laughing at his handcuffed friend. Ethan immediately started wrenching and twisting -- and swearing -- trying to free his hands. Dane said, "Shit, Lewis, you didn't fully close them, did you?" Lewis shrugged. "I dunno, they just sort of fell on." "Oh sure," Ethan said angrily. "They jumped up off the floor and just fell on me -- you're such an idiot Lewis -- you better get 'em off!" It was unusual for Ethan to get so animated and angry so Lewis did start to worry a bit. He got back down to the suitcase. "There must be a key. Dane, where's the key to 'em?" Dane had no idea. A fairly thorough search of the suitcase found nothing. Dane inspected the cuffs, but there was no way they were coming off without a key. "Well what in the hell am I gonna do?" Ethan said, face flushed with anger and, increasingly, worry. "Dad'll have a key on his work key ring. I know where he puts it -- we can get it when he comes home." "When will that be?" Dane checked his watch. "Shouldn't be more than about three, three and a half hours." Ethan was appalled. "I can't stay like this for that long!" "Why, they don't hurt, do they?" Lewis asked. "It's not that big of a deal." Ethan gave him a filthy look. "Would you want to be stuck like this?" Given how angry Ethan was, Lewis couldn't help feeling a little relieved that his friend's hands were tied behind his back. Ethan turned to Dane. "Ring your Dad, maybe we can go get the keys now." Dane shook his head vigorously. "No way, man -- he'd kill me -- he can't know about any of this. I promise, the moment he gets home, I'll get the key. It's only a few hours, we'll just watch telly, you won't even know you've got 'em on." That'd be fine, thought Ethan anxiously, if he wasn't busting for a leak. He'd put off going, not wanting to miss anything that got found in the suitcase. With all the soft drink they'd been drinking he wasn't going to be able to wait much longer. He muttered, almost inaudibly, "Yeah, well, I need a piss." Lewis laughed. "Ha! Looks like you'll have to piss yourself!" Dane shoved the cheeky smaller boy. "Don't be an asshole, Lewis. You did it to him, so you'll have to help him take a leak." "Huh?" He looked at his friend standing there with his hands trapped behind his back. "What do you mean -- take his dick out?" Lewis scoffed, refusing to take it seriously. Dane shoved him again, harder, toward the en-suite bathroom off his father's bedroom. "How else is he gonna piss -- go on, go and help him do it." Ethan wanted to say no. He hated the idea. He'd always been on the shy side, and since puberty started he'd become a lot more self-conscious, with his first hint of pubic hair just starting to grow. And while these three boys were on the way to being friends, they'd not known each other long, had not had any sleep overs or seen each other naked or anything like that, so it was a very embarrassing situation for Ethan. But he was busting. And feeling like he couldn't go made it worse. He had no choice. Ethan walked toward the bathroom, hands tied behind his back, like a prisoner to his execution. Lewis followed him in, continually turning to Dane, smirking and exchanging looks. Ethan got to the toilet and took up his usual stance, except with his hands behind his back. His embarrassment, though, was starting to take second place to his painful need to piss. "C'mon, Lewis, I'm fuckin' busting." Lewis came up beside him, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face. "Okay, well, I'll just, um..." He reached rather gingerly to unzip the fly of Ethan's charcoal grey school pants. It felt weird, trying to undo another boy's fly rather than his own, and it somehow got stuck half way down and he got closer in front of Ethan to wrestle at it with both hands. "Jesus, Lewis," Ethan said angrily, "stop mucking around -- just pull it down!" "I can't! It's stuck!" Dane, who had been watching from the doorway, came further in so he could see. Ethan noticed this and was further angered. He wanted to tell Dane to get lost -- he didn't need a frigging audience to look at him trying to pee. But he didn't say anything. And then Dane said, "Here, let me do it, you unco mess, Lewis." "No, I've got it," said Lewis -- then under his breath, "Oops..." The fly had broken, was attached now to just one side. But at least it meant the fly fully opened. "It's alright, got it open," he said, hoping Ethan hadn't noticed what happened. Dane, now right beside Lewis, saw, but didn't say anything. Lewis pulled the fly wide open, bending to look inside. "So, I'll, um, pull your dick out...?" he said with a nervous laugh, looking from Ethan to Dane to be reassured he was allowed. "Yes, c'mon -- just...hurry, "Ethan said impatiently, now dipping his hips a little in the classic little-boy-busting way. It seemed obvious to Dane that they should just pull Ethan's pants down, much easier way to go about it, but he didn't interfere -- it was too entertaining as it was. Lewis used one hand to pull one side of the fly wide open and reached with two fingers to pull down the elastic band of Ethan's navy blue briefs. It exposed the boy pretty well, his warmly nestled little package of penis and soft scrotum. Lewis, the monkey, was finding this increasingly hilarious. "Hey, look -- Ethan's got hair growing on his dick!" Moving so Dane could see the hint of a beginner's hair round the base of his penis. "Fuck off, Lewis!" Ethan cried angrily, a deeper shade of red flushing his cheeks. Dane said coolly to Lewis, "Yeah, well hasn't everyone? I've got more than that." "Oh, yeah, I know," Lewis said, making a quick retreat. "I think I've got a bit, too -- I just didn't know Ethan did." Dane added, "My pubes are blonde -- chicks really dig that." "Cool," Lewis said. Then, before recommencing his duties, said to Dane, "So I'll pull his dick out?" "Yes, for chrissakes will you just get on with it -- can't you see the poor guy's dying for a piss!" Ethan shot Dane a look, grateful for his support. Lewis reached into Ethan's pants, dug around a bit with his fingers to get hold of his penis properly -- giggling of course -- then tugged it out through the fly. Everything now happened in a chaotic rush. It can be quite disorientating, trying to perform the standard whip-it-out-and-piss maneuver on another boy. On himself, a boy can do it in his sleep. Trying to do it to another, it becomes a whole new and strange block-and-tackle operation. Anyway, Ethan's lovely, modestly-sized, uncircumcised boy-penis was poking out of his fly alright, but Lewis didn't have everything lined up properly. The elastic band of Ethan's undies wasn't pulled down far enough, and the fly was pulled off-kilter a bit, meaning Ethan's penis was coming out at an angle, not pointing in the right spot. But the moment Ethan saw the familiar bud of his foreskin in the open air, he shuffled a few steps closer to the toilet bowl and, with deep relief, let his stream go. And at that very same moment, Lewis was in shock -- it was the first time he'd ever seen an uncircumcised penis -- he thought Ethan must have some terrible, shameful deformity. So in he instantly let it all go -- just as Ethan's stream burst forth like a busted fire hydrant. The elastic band of his undies snapped his cock straight up, directing his piss stream back onto himself. "Fuck! Fuck!" Ethan screamed, leaping back, painfully wrenching his wrists against the metal cuffs as he reflexively tried to bring his hands round to save himself, but he could only watch as he pissed himself, shirt, pants, the lot. Lewis also cried out in alarm, realizing he may have been responsible for this calamity. He made a frantic attempt to grab at Ethan's cock, to maybe get it back on track, but it was hopeless, and he only managed to get a fair splashing of Ethan's urine on himself. Ethan did manage to bring his stream to a halt, but only after he'd made quite a mess -- he was in a miserable condition. "You fucken idiot, Lewis!" Ethan yelled at him. "It wasn't my fault!" Lewis cried. "You...you moved." "What?" "He didn't move," said Dane, who had managed to avoid being peed on. He was finding this drama very funny but also a bit sexy in a way. A few moments before, he'd actually felt the beginnings of an erection stirring, which disturbed him a bit. Dane was very much a heterosexual boy -- or would be once he became sexually active. The porn mags he used were all girls, any jerk off fantasies only ever featured girls -- it wasn't something he was insecure or doubtful about. What he didn't know -- boys generally have this information kept from them -- was that in early puberty boys have an amazingly fluid and amorphous sexuality. Anything may strike a healthy pubescent boy as sexy and thus command his energetic engagement. In this case, Ethan's being handcuffed, then his embarrassment and forced nudity...Dane found himself aroused by it, although he wouldn't quite allow himself to be conscious of it. Certainly the great piss disaster was a very entertaining drama, and Dane was already forming a leader's plan of action going forward. Dane said sternly to Lewis, "You let go of him right when he started to piss. Totally your fault, buddy." "Yes, you idiot!" Ethan yelled. He was very uncomfortable standing there cuffed in his piss-soaked school uniform. Lewis appealed to Dane: "Yeah, well, did you see...? His dick's retarded -- it freaked me out." Ethan stared in disbelief. What did he mean? Was something weird down there? It's not like Ethan had seen many other boys nude, certainly not Dane or Lewis. His cousin once, but that was years ago. Dane quickly shot back, "YOU'RE the retard, Lewis! His cock is totally normal!" And again Ethan felt a warm surge of gratitude. Lewis was muttering about it all being bullshit, when Dane twigged. "Are you circumcised, Lewis?" "Ah, well, I think it's..." He wasn't sure about all that stuff. The town these boys grew up in was very good at keeping kids "innocent" or, depending on your point of view, ignorant and confused. Dane laughed and looked at Ethan. "I don't reckon he knows what an uncut cock looks like." "Yeah, well," Lewis shot back hotly, "sorry I don't go round looking at everyone's dick!" "Maybe when you get your own, you'll understand," Dane said. "Ha ha, fuck you!" Lewis said. But Dane was now taking charge of the situation. "Look, it doesn't matter, this is easily fixed up. We can get all these pissed on clothes washed before Dad gets home. We'll hide Ethan away, get the key, problem over. Easy. Lewis, you go get changed and bring back Ethan's bag so he can change." "Okay, no worries," Lewis said, actually a bit keen to make amends. He was about to hare off but Dane called, "Wait -- take off those pissed-on clothes first." "Okay." As Lewis started stripping, Dane looked around at the mess on the floor, said to Ethan, "I'm Impressed -- you managed to piss absolutely everywhere except in the toilet!" It got a reluctant smile from Ethan who shook his head and said, "It's disgusting, I'm soaking in my own piss." "So I'll get those clothes off you and you just jump straight in the shower, easy." "Okay, thanks," he mumbled, rolling and flexing his slender shoulders, which were feeling the strain of his hands being cuffed. Lewis was now at the bathroom door, stark naked, one tightly gripping hand covering his privates. "I can't run through the whole house in the nude," he said worriedly, although perhaps a little excitedly as well. "Yes you can," said Dane. "No one's home." "Hm, alright," he said, his trade-mark silly grin well in attendance -- and took off with a high-pitched cry of "Gangwayyyyyy!" Dane turned back to Ethan. "Of course, he could have wrapped a towel round himself." Ethan did laugh at that, the first one for a while. His was quickly reappraising his thoughts about Dane. He had harbored, not a suspicion, but a sense of wanting to wait and see with regards to how good a friend Dane might be. But he'd been a lifesaver in this sudden disaster, and it counted for a lot. It was as Dane started to unbutton Ethan's white school shirt that he suddenly realized: "Hey, shit, you won't be able to get this off with your hands cuffed." Ethan groaned. "Christ...I'm so gonna kill Lewis." Dane stared at the shirt. "Well, it's pissed on, so you probably won't want to wear it again." "True." "Why don't I just rip it off?" "Mum'll find out, and she'll kill me, but I don't care -- yeah, rip it off." "Alright!" Dane enthused. There were still four buttons done up, so he started by getting a good grip and ripping the shirt open, sending buttons pinging around the room, exposing Ethan's upper torso. This was another area for the newly pubescent Ethan to worry about. Not a lot, but a bit. On hitting puberty his nipples had suddenly become quite sensitive and even a little bit swollen. For a terrifying few weeks, he panicked his was going to grow breasts like a girl. But a month or two passed and it didn't get any worse. In fact it wasn't very noticeable -- Dane certainly didn't -- but Ethan remained quite self-conscious about it, particularly as, when touching his nipples to see if they were getting better or worse, they were very sensitive and sometimes, if he was in his room or whatever, just touching them made him get excited and he'd have to masturbate. Ethan had seen Dane with his shirt off at school and his nipples were totally pale and small and flat -- and Ethan was envious of that. Dane's body was pretty good -- for boys not quite thirteen, Dane was regarded as a fit, hard, macho little fella. He had only the first hints of his future masculine shape, but it had a firmness to it that Ethan found enviable. His own upper body was more slender and delicate, although he thought his shoulders and chest were hopefully starting to fill out a bit. His aunt last year, on the beach, applying sunscreen to her nephew, had said he had incredibly beautiful soft smooth skin -- which Ethan sort of liked but didn't like, because it did sound like something you'd say to a girl. He was often referred to as pretty and beautiful, etc. And Ethan could never quite decide how he felt about that. Like with his lips. In some silly school thing the girls did, he'd been marked on a list as having the most kissable lips. Including out of the girls! Dane got voted the hottest male bod, of course. But Ethan's lips, like with his nipples -- he wondered if they were a bit girlish. Quite pink in color and his bottom lip was sort of pouty and swollen -- not big or gross or anything, but enough to be noticed and called the most "kissable." Ethan was just glad the girls didn't get to rate his nipples. He couldn't wait for a few more years to make him properly masculine. Ethan's worries about his "girlish" qualities were, of course, misplaced and way too paranoid. His beauty was the typical androgynous beauty a lot of pubescent boys have -- just that Ethan had more than most. It's a beauty that is deeply and essentially boyish, unique to boys of this age. Art has long recognized and celebrated it. Christian-derived societies continue to deny its existence. A shame for boys like Ethan, who never quite get to enjoy one of nature's more exquisite gifts. Dane might have been the macho boy of the group, but it wasn't helping much at the moment. After ripping open the shirt's buttons, the rest was proving more difficult. He got round behind Ethan, bringing the shirt back off his shoulders, and tried to rip it in two, starting at various points. No go. Could not get it started. So he looked in a cabinet drawer under the mirror. The best he could find was a pair of nail scissors. It was painstaking, but he finally managed to get a tear started, then was able to do the full macho act and rip the sucker in two. From there he was able to keep ripping it till he finally got it fully off. "Ha!" he cried, making a macho body-builder pose before grabbing Ethan in a bear hug from behind and lifting him up off the ground, carrying him a few feet along then putting him back down. "Hey, shit," Ethan cried, laughing, "what the hell, man!" Dane came round in front of his friend and made another joking he-man pose. He was still fully dressed so it was a bit of a wasted effort. "Sorry," he said, "got a bit carried away. Who'd have thought it'd be so hard to rip up one of them poxy school shirts." He sniffed at his own shirt. "Damn, now I'm covered in your piss." "Shit, sorry, man." "I'm now one of the gang." Dane quickly unbuttoned and removed his own shirt, showing it to Ethan with a jokey strippers flourish before flinging it toward the door. "See how easy life is without handcuffs?" This joking around by Dane was a real surprise to Ethan -- and a pleasant one. He was much more fun to be around without all that boasting he often felt the need to do -- maybe he'd just been doing it while they didn't know each other very well? Still, looking at Dane's fit firm bod -- there was a hint of a six-pack tummy even -- maybe Ethan would boast if he had one like that. "Okay, getting these off should be easier," Dane said, moving in and starting to undo Ethan's school pants. He quickly got them undone and shucked down around his ankles. Then as he squatted before his friend, he grabbed his undies and pulled them all the way down to pool on top of his pants. Ethan had been exposed by Lewis before, but this was far more embarrassing, with Dane squatting right in front of his dick. His biggest worry now was not to get a boner. Ethan's life lately seemed a non-stop succession of inappropriate boners. But it was the fact of Ethan's hands being cuffed behind his back that had a strangely significant impact -- on both boys. Being helpless like that, as Dane pulled his undies down, it made Ethan...well, it felt really weird...made him a bit tingly in a way he just KNEW would see him soon start getting an erection -- which would be too sick and perverted to even imagine! Dane was doing an excellent job of acting all very casual, but he too was affected. Taking his friend's undies down like that, while his hands were tied back -- it stirred him up for some reason. Dane wouldn't have called it sexual excitement, because he didn't fancy boys in that way, but the general vibe of it was sort of sexy or something. He thought it best to ignore all the nonsense and just do what had to be done. Ethan wanted to move away before he got a boner, get into the shower and get this over and done with, and he started to do that, trying to kick off his pants as he went. But Dane hadn't removed Ethan's shoes first, as he should have, so he was hopelessly tied up at the ankles. He only shuffled a couple of steps before he stumbled and started to fall. With his hands cuffed and no way to break his fall he let out a terrified yelp. Dane was lightening fast in leaping up, grabbing at Ethan's arm just in time to stop the boy crashing over flat on his face -- which on the tiled bathroom floor could have been seriously dangerous. But with Dane grabbing at him, Ethan fell awkwardly, with a painful thump to one elbow, but no real harm done. "Jesus," Dane muttered. "You okay?" Shocked at his sudden brush with serious harm, Ethan nodded blankly. "Elbow hurts a bit, but nothing serious." Dane couldn't help laughing, mainly from relief. "Fuck man, I thought you were going to smash your face in!" "It's not funny!" Ethan said, though he was laughing a bit himself. His situation was so bloody awful, lying there naked on the bathroom floor, his feet and hands tied up. Dane worked quick to take off his friend's shoes, socks, then hauled off the school pants and undies -- chucked them all in a pile over by the door with his shirt. If there was a silver lining for Ethan -- the fall had at least stopped him getting a boner, although that was probably going to be a temporary reprieve as Dane now started grappling with Ethan to help get him back on his feet. The moment he was upright, Ethan took off for the shower -- a glass wall partitioned the entire far end of the room, making a large shower recess with room for a small party. Of course, the moment Ethan reached it he found himself unable to open the glass door to enter. He turned to once again look to Dane for help and saw that his friend was taking his pants off! "What are you doing?" Ethan asked, a little shocked. Dane was super casual. "I'm covered in your piss now -- need a shower. Besides, how are you going to wash yourself?" Ethan stammered a bit. "Oh, nah, I'm right -- I'll just stand under the water, that'll do." Dane yanked his undies down and kicked them over to the door. "Mate," he said, "I don't mean to be rude, but you stink. You need to wash it off." Dane was a bit self-conscious walking over to Ethan, holding his arms a little akimbo, showing off his hot little budding body. His legs were also impressively shaped for a twelve-year old. His uncircumcised penis was probably a bit bigger than Ethan's -- but maybe he wasn't quite as flaccid as normal right now -- and his little beginner's fringe of dark blond pubic hair was definitely a little in advance of Ethan's sparse black hairs. Dane pulled open the shower door and, like a gentleman, held it open to let Ethan enter first. There was a large shower faucet at each end of the shower recess, and Ethan headed for the one on his left. Dane followed and brushed past him to turn the water on. That brief skin contact between the two boys -- Dane's chest on Ethan's shoulder -- gave them both an electric jolt, Ethan actually flinching away from it. There was no escaping the rapidly building erotic charge of the situation -- Ethan felt a sick sense of dread churned up with excitement at the idea Dane was going to wash him. The last time he was naked around other boys was when he was too young to care about it -- and now this! Dane got the water flowing and adjusted the temperature. Then they both got good and wet under the generous stream, Dane starting a bit of playful push and shove to break the tension a bit. Ethan even tried to give a few shoulder bumps back, making things more familiar and boyishly playful. Then Dane picked up the bar of soap from the holder, and directed Ethan to stand out of the water flow. Dane got in front of Ethan, holding up the soap with an uncharacteristically bashful little grin. "Well, this is gonna be a bit weird..." "Yeah," Ethan said. From the moment Dane started soaping Ethan's upper body -- first with one hand, just sliding the cake of soap around, then using both hands all over his chest and tummy -- both boys started boning up. Almost in synch, their cocks rose quickly to full rock-hard erections. They were both constantly throwing quick glances down, both relieved they weren't alone in getting a hard-on, both wanting to compare. Dane was sure his was a bit longer and thicker than Ethan's, although there wasn't a lot in it. Ethan's foreskin, even when he was fully hard, completely covered the head of his cock while Dane's pulled back just enough to show a pink tip. Poor Ethan was suffering a bit. He had a deep blush going -- he could feel his cheeks burning and hated it -- a pinkish glow was even spreading down across his chest. And Dane's hands on his chest and tummy were agony. After he got a good lather going, Dane put the soap back in the holder and used both hands all over Ethan who flinched and twisted at his touch, particularly when Dane's soapy hands slid up his tender rib cage, or down low across his pubic region, fingers sliding through his little bit of pubic hair. All these reactions of Ethan's were glaring signals of how Dane's touch sexually excited him -- and that had the effect of exciting Dane, spurring him to keep going and torture Ethan with even more arousing touching and stroking of his body -- all without even touching his cock. ??? So it wasn't long before Dane discovered how sensitive Ethan's nipples were -- the hands-tied boy gave an extra sharp flinch of his shoulders when Dane's fingers slid soapily over his little pink nubs. "Are they sore?" Dane asked, frowning, trying to clear the soap suds so he could have a closer look at them. Ethan tried to brush it off, saying a little shakily, "Nah, it's fine, I think your fingernail scratched me or something." Dane knew that was nonsense. He brought a hand to each of Ethan's nipples, noticing now they were very small but very red, much more noticeable than his own, and sticking out a little bit more, the pink areola a little puffy. Dane very gently rubbed across them with a finger, back and forth, and saw how Ethan couldn't help wincing and flinching at it. Dane actually took a moment to pinch and rub at one of his own nipples, to compare -- but it wasn't anything like Ethan's. Eventually Dane couldn't resist and gave both nipples a pinch -- not very hard but enough to make Ethan yelp and dip sharply back -- and he kept backing away until only the wall stopped him going any further. Dane might have mumbled sorry, but he was more intent on quickly closing in on his retreating friend. Not being able to raise his hands to protect himself was, in this sort of situation, humiliating, and Ethan said with sudden anger to Dane as he came in close again, "Don't! Fucken hell, Dane, it hurt!" "I won't pinch," Dane promised, but he was already moving his hands back to Ethan's nipples, a sharp glint in his eye. It wasn't like Ethan could do much -- straining to free his hands only cut into his wrists and strained his shoulders. Dane took a moment to re-soap his hands -- he liked it when it was Ethan's skin was real wet and slippery -- he moved his hands to grip Ethan's slender waist, dug his fingers in a little to make him give another involuntary flinch. "Geez, Ethan, you're so ticklish all over..." "Shit, I dunno," Ethan muttered, shifting his feet a bit, but not going anywhere. Dane had moved in real close, their breaths intermingling now in the steamy shower, the warm water still thudding down like a downpour in a tropical forest. Dane kept moving his hips forward and around, deliberately bumping his hard cock against Ethan's hard cock, getting himself real wound up with increasing fuck heat, feeling like he'd fucking burst with it, but not really sure what to do, except to keep playing with his buddy, maybe make him fucking burst. Dane moved his hands up Ethan's slender sides, digging his fingers into his ticklish ribs, making him twist and protest, until he again very gently fingered his nipples, so light and soapy and tingly it was almost worse than being pinched. "Fuck, Dane," Ethan whispered pleadingly, "I can't do this..." Dane had to do something -- he also was starting to find it unbearable. There was some sort of hot sex smell in the air -- Dane could smell it -- he didn't know what it was, if it was coming off him or Ethan, probably both, but it was making him feel hot and savage like he might attack Ethan or bite him or something. "Wen closch..." Dane had to stop, clear his throat, to say huskily, "We should compare our cocks." "Huh...?" Ethan had no idea what he was on about. "Whose is biggest," Dane muttered. It was the only thing that came to mind. He moved in even closer, their hot chests and tummies not far from touching, and reached down to take hold of their boy-cocks -- the first touch of their aching hard-ons. Good healthy pubescent boy-cocks, not much longer than the grip of Dane's eager fist, slender enough that he could line them up, get both cocks in one grip, mashed hard together, of a similar length, top-to-tail in Dane's tight soapy hand. "Fuck..." Dane, a little clumsily, was able to jerk the two cocks in his tight soapy grip -- and it was explosive for both boys, fiercely exciting. It was like the great heavy cloud of boy-lust that had been steadily building in the humid stall was suddenly distilled in a lightning strike to their quivering rods. Again Ethan's situation was unbearable -- hands tied behind a back which was pressing hard against the wall -- unable to go anywhere or do anything but take Dane's too-intense rubbing of his cock. So Ethan began fucking Dane's fist, finding a sharp hip-thrusting action he'd never used before. It was better for Ethan, accessing some hot animal fuck energy -- so with some throaty little grunts and curses, he fucked harder, making Dane use two hands, fucking and mashing the two cocks hard together, Ethan's swollen exposed cock head squashing and leaking into Dane's little blonde pubes, foreskin rubbing and pulling painfully right back in Dane's grasping fingers. Until Ethan, with a strung out little whimper, surged suddenly and massively into his orgasm, crying softly at how the first couple of spurts knifed out of him, making Dane's tight fist slippery with boy-cum, Ethan falling forward onto Dane, his head on his shoulder, turning to kiss or bite at his friend's neck as his fuck thrusts became spasmodic with the last few dribbles gouged out of him. Dane then took his turn to let his animal heat go. He let go of their cocks, pulled Ethan out from the wall a little, but not under the water -- he didn't want their sweaty, spermy bodies rinsed clean. He reached round to grab Ethan's tight little butt cheeks, just under his cuffed hands, grabbed them hard, dug his fingers into the firm-soft mounds, pulling them apart, mauling them, at the same time pulling the boy roughly to him as he ground his cock into his pubic region. Dane adjusted his stance -- funny to see HIS face now becoming quite red -- so he could fuck hard, mashing his cock against Ethan's softening and now tender penis -- causing Ethan to gasp at the pain -- the poor boy seemed always to be coping with his sexual sensitivities. But it only excited Dane more -- thrusting his cock hard against Ethan's pubic region, getting good stimulating contact with the smooth cum-slippery skin of his pubis and tummy. And Dane's fingers continued to grip and maul at his friend's tight little butt, getting almost a bit frantic as he approached his climax. Dane adjusted his stance one last time for his orgasm coming on fast, and he got a fresh hold on Ethan's little ass, meaning to pull him even closer and harder. One of Dane's hands slipped further into Ethan's spread butt-crack, and his fingers accidentally rubbed across his soapy little pucker, which Ethan didn't like, wrenching at his handcuffs, trying to jerk his hips away from it. Which seemed to trigger a deeper fuck instinct in Dane, who, as his orgasm started to take hold, instinctually jammed two fingers hard into Ethan's clenched sphincter, splitting him open, penetrating almost three-quarter length inside him, causing him to stiffen, arch, cry out in pain as Dane gave a quiet little grunt and ejaculated hard between the boys' hot slippery pressing tummies. THE END Comments welcome: leopold.boyce@protonmail.com