by Funtails
"Okay, I saw this in a movie once and it seemed sexy as all Hell, so I want to try it out." Max pulled a half dozen strips of red cloth from his overnight bag.
"Arts and crafts?" asked Alan.
"No dummy, restraints."
"You are not tying me up!"
"You said you'd do this my way." Max advanced on Alan shaking the material like red snakes in his fists.
Alan backed up until he bumped into the bed.
"C'mon, it'll be fun," said Max.
Five minutes later, Alan found himself horizontal on his back, arms tied wide and feet anchored to the foot of the bed. "I'm not having fun," he told Max.
The boy sat on his chest and said, "Don't get impatient," before covering Alan's eyes with the last two bits of cloth and tying his blindfold firmly into place.
"So, you're not gonna let me see you do an erotic undressing dance even?"
"No. You'll be doing that."
Max pushed Alan's shirt up to his chest and dug his fingertips into the man's ticklish stomach, making him squeal and squirm.
"Hey, quiet down or I'll gag you," said Max.
"With your dick? Sounds good."
"With this!" and Alan felt a big toe slide between his lips.
"Mmmmm," the man moaned. Then he licked the toe rather than show the disgust he really felt.
Max jerked his foot away. "Freak."
"If I'm a freak it's only bec—"
Max ripped open Alan's shirt, the tearing sound magnified to catastrophic proportions by Alan's blindness.
"Holy Hell, Max!"
"I need you naked."
"I could have gotten undressed for you first. Do you know how much that shirt cost me?"
"What do your pants cost?" Max voice was matter-of-fact.
"More than your life!" Alan roared. "That's going too far, Max. They're custom tailored. I can't just grab another pair tomorrow."
Becoming more impish, Max said, "You want my ass, you gotta pay." Alan's razor sharp hearing picked up the snicking sounds of scissors cutting his shirt away from him.
"You know what?" Alan said. "I pass. You can keep your virginity."
Max snaked the cold metal of the scissors down Alan's chest to his waistband.
"You sure?" He ground his boy's ass down on Alan's crotch.
"Yes."
The feel of the boy's weight and butt against him had Alan hard already. It was indescribably sexy to feel himself just a few layers of cloth away from fucking this boy's delectable ass.
"Okay, I won't cut your pants off." said Max.
"Thanks."
"Unless you ask me to,"
"Why would I—"
Max leaned down and licked across each of Alan's nipples in turn.
"Oooooohhhg!"
Light fingers stroked down the man's side; warm breath tickled his abdomen; The boy's snake tongue danced across his chest.
"Tell me to cut your pants off," said the imp.
"No."
"Tell me to cut your pants off, and I'll give you what you want."
The boy's tongue was at his lips, circling, then stabbing, then kissing. Max's lips were delicious against him, soft and slippery. The boy bulge in Max's jeans was hard against Alan's bare waist. Alan reached for Max's face, only to have his arms jerked back where they were tied. He groaned in frustration, wanting to hold Max to him. Instead, the boy backed slowly away, making Alan crane his neck to keep their sweet kiss going.
Then their lips broke apart. The feel of Max's breathing told Alan that the boy had not gone far. A wet tongue licked Alan's nose and he jerked back reflexively—then reached his head back up to catch it before it went away.
Max giggled, out of reach.
Then the boy descended on Alan like an angel, pressing him back deep into his pillow, kissing him hard and urgently. Alan could barely breathe, but he did his best to kiss back, luxuriating in the idea of this boy—so young, so beautiful, so warm—being his boy.
And Alan had to have him.
"Nndphghggdsaudd."
"What?" asked Max, breaking the kiss for a sharp breath.
"You can have my pants."
The boy sounded genuinely puzzled; "What do you mean?" Alan felt pride that the passion of their kiss had made the boy forget his agenda.
"My pants," said Alan. "I need to have your ass. My pants are in the way."
"Oh right, that!"
It took a minute, which felt like one hundred, for the scissors to clip through the trouser legs and then briefs, exposing Alan for Max's use.
The now familar feel of the boy's hands encircling his member was more thrilling than ever. 'I could never get tired of this,' Alan thought. His hard cock was already slick with excitement and Max's hands glided up and down with easy slowness, squeezing a little tighter than might have been necessary.
"Ooohhhh. Oooooohhhhhhh. Mmmmhhhhhmm."
The boy flicked his small thumb repeatedly over the head, producing bursts of thrilling color before Alan's blindfolded eyes. Then the licking began, gentle and insistent and unrelenting. From the base to the pee-slit in little increments, then large ones. A diversionary attack on the balls and the insides of the thighs before taking in the cock head and slurping loudly. Alan bucked off the bed at that, his wrists painfully straining against his bonds and his cock jamming unintentionally into Max's mouth and the boy pulled off.
"Calm down," Max said.
"Sorry."
"Good thing I tied you up."
But Max had clearly never been a boy scout. The strip on Alan's right leg had unraveled already.
The boy left Alan's straining cock and lunged up to deliver french kisses with earnest affection. Max's thighs against his cock felt like a provocation of the highest order and Alan bellowed from deep in his chest as he kissed Max, his limbs twisting against his restraints.
Max sat back, his jeans-covered ass cheeks sliding harshly against the tender skin of the man's erection, yet Alan treasured the touch and ached for more. The boy seemed to be stripping off his shirt. Then he stood—to get totally naked Alan hoped.
Two feet pressed into the mattress near Alan's hips and then the boy was squatting over him, the tip of Alan's cock catching small touches of the smooth butt above it. Max steadied Alan's meat with his hands and teasingly slid it back and forth along his ass cleft. Again, Alan twisted and jabbed into the air.
Max got the message. He centered the end of Alan's cock at his boy-hole and the man heard him take a deep breath. Then the boy pressed down. It was not an easy penetration and Alan's cock seemed in danger of bending in two at times, but soon they found the right angle and the knob lodged inside, again sending bursts of color to the man's brain.
Alan was panting. He could barely control his urge to slam up into the boy's tender ass. The one part of his body he could actually move and he had to keep it still. He bit his lip and waited for Max.
Max leaned forward, palms splayed on Alan's abdomen. The boy's fingers drifted side to side over Alan's nipples, tickling and exciting him.
"Oh, Max," Alan said, "baby, you are amazing. Your butt feels soooo good. Like the gateway to heaven, I swear."
Max seemed to attempt an answer, but only a short grunt came out. Then the boy was slowly wiggling his way down Alan's shaft, settling further and further down the length.
The strap on Alan's right wrist gave way a little as he reacted to the feel of Max's ass on his pole by reaching for the boy. The left side slipped too, as Max continued sinking down on him, like warm syrup, slowly, slowly, dripping down the length of him, frustrating him and delighting him in equal doses.
Alan tried a few slow, slight upward thrusts.
"Wait, wait," said Max.
"Aaarrrgghhhhh!"
"Wait," Max said sternly.
Then the boy settled lightly onto Alan. It was not just the feel of his smooth globes that thrilled him, but the idea that this boy was now completely his; had taken everything Alan had to offer; had joined with him completely.
"Maax. Oooh, Maaaaax!" The man twisted in place, his arms coming a little freer.
And then the boy started. Pressing his hands firmly down on Alan's belly, the boy lifted himself off bit by bit, to the top of Alan's rigid pole and then let himself sink down just as slowly. The grip and slide of the boy was over every part of Alan's shaft and he moaned his pleasure.
"Alan, this feels so goooood."
"I'm glad, baby. You're making me feel amazing. Your ass is so tight and warm. I want to just ram my cock in there at a hundred miles an hour."
A second time, Max lifted his ass off the man and slid to the tip of his cock. At the top, he gave a small wiggle around and then descended. With teasing deliberation, Max again and again rose and glided down Alan, each time adding that little wiggle at the top. And each time getting just a little faster, until there was no wiggling, just straight in and out. Alan decided everything was safe and painless now and started adding his own thrusts, releasing the urges he'd been keeping back for months now. He soon lost control.
As he flexed his chest and thighs to pivot up, his bonds grew ragged and his right hand slipped out. He roared with desire and lunged at Max, ripping his other hand free.
"Hey, wh—" As Max toppled free, twisting in the air, Alan grabbed the boy's shoulders then pinned him chest first near the foot of the bed. Some canine part of the man's brain was in charge now it seemed. He threw his blindfold off and looked down at the boy stretched out below him—the short black hair, the small, bony shoulder blades, the narrow waist and round ass.
He lined himself up and slid inside of Max with one hard thrust.
"Uuugghhhhh!" grunted Max.
"Oh yes, Max. Yes. Take it, baby. Take it."
Enthused by the sight and feel of the boy under him, of his dick flashing into the small, tight ass, Alan slammed harder and faster into Max. He hunched over for better balance, grabbing the boy's shoulders. He licked out at the smooth skin and fine hairs of Max's neck.
Max moaned.
Open-mouthed, Alan panted as he rammed himself into Max's warm tightness over and over, pulling on the boy's shoulders for leverage. He licked Max's salty neck again and his teeth scraped the surface. Without thinking, the man grabbed the neck in his teeth. 'That'll leave a mark,' he thought.
Max gasped and his whole body tightened. The love bite had triggered the boy's orgasm and his ass clamped down on Alan's sensitive cock. That grasping, clutching grip sent Alan wild and his orgasm rose from his balls, firing up into his shaft and out into his boy lover's tender ass. Losing control, Alan pushed again and again, to plant his seed as deep into Max as possible.
He bucked and drove through his peak, feeling like he was riding a rocket over the horizon. Even as the thrills of climax faded, he had to will himself to stop moving, to slow and fall, to rest on Max, savoring the smooth, soft feel of the boy under him. Against him.
"Holy crap, Max. That was..."
"I know."
"Wwhhhooooooooohh."
"I know."
"I love you, Max."
"I know."
Around them on the bed, lay seven hundred dollars worth of the finest scraps ever produced by Argento's Tailoring of Oak Street, Chicago. Alan picked up a sleeve and playfully beat Max in the back of his head with it. "You're a goofy kid, Max."
Max simply prrred contentedly. Then Alan reached over for his destroyed underwear, the connection between him and the boy coming loose.
"No, don't pull out," the boy said quickly.
"Well, I don't have much choice here, Max." Alan grazed his chin left and right over Max's smooth shoulder. "As much as he likes being in you, my little dickie bird can't—"
Alan spotted the snipped off corner of his Italian leather wallet under a pile of cloth. He angrily leaned over for it. "Max, you—"
"No, I said don't pull out!"
Alan fought off Max's awkward grabbing, rolling the boy away. "That wallet was a gift from my father for—"
As he landed on the floor, shame and fear blistered Max's face, the covering motion of his hands too late to hide his crotch before Alan could see the vaginal slit.
The two lovers stared at each other in shock, breathing forgotten. Alan saw a tear forming at the corner of Max's eye.
"Max, I—" "You always do this!" Max let his rage out. "You never let things just be good!"
"It wasn't like that."
The boy grabbed his clothes from the floor. The roll of lifesavers Max had used to simulate a penis flew out of his underwear. Alan could not help noticing the light reflect off the juices that leaked down the insides of Max's slim thighs. Could not help but notice the lack of testicles either.
Alan moved quickly to grab Max before he ran off, but his left leg was still tied and he fell face first into the floor, his shin bone slamming against the bed rail.
"Fuck!"
Max seemed not to notice and ran out.
"Max, don't go!" Alan fought with the strap around his ankle as he heard Max moving downstairs. Naked, Alan got to the front door in time to see Max running down the street wearing just his jeans.
To be concluded.
Comments welcome. Even if you're reading this in an archive years from now, I'd love to hear what you think.
-Funtails@hotmail.com,