Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 09:41:32 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: (3)GEOFF'S POINT OF VIEW   Chapter 3    by Donny Mumford

			   GEOFF'S POINT OF VIEW

		      Chapter 3      by Donny Mumford

Sure enough, the past five weeks Bruce's been nagging me for sex.  It
really shouldn't surprise me because I read about this phenomenon a couple
of months ago on Google; it's just that I had a hard time believing the
whole "my boy" thing until I experienced it with him. After taking Bruce's
cherry in that totally dominating fashion he now thinks he's "my boy" just
as predicted in the article. It's fairly obvious that Bruce had a
predisposition to be a submissive "boy" before I met him; he's also spoiled
and immature so that factors into it somehow as well. Not that I have a
problem with any of that, I like Bruce; it's finding the time to service
his sexual needs that's the problem.  We're a threesome much of the time;
Dajuan, Bruce, and me and I don't mean that kind of threesome. I mean we
hang out together as three buddies, not as a sex three-way. Bruce and my
sex is our secret just like Dajuan and me keep our sexual activities a
secret; nobody knows nothing about anything, except me. Mondays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays after school it's me and Dajuan working-out after
which we mess around with sex play and then we fuck.  Later on we'll
usually hook up with Bruce to chill. Tuesday afternoons, when Dajuan has
his two hour guitar lesson, Bruce and I do the bondage play, then the
sex. On Thursdays the three of us have an ongoing computer game competition
so there's no sex that day... none that I know of anyway, and the weekends
are up for grabs.  It's a very sexy schedule for me, one that's basically
allowing me to catch-up on the years I've missed out on the gay side of my
nature. I wasn't even aware I had a gay side until recently. This double
sexual outlet for me of Dajuan and Bruce is excellent from my point of
view, but it's definitely not enough sexual action for Bruce.

When Bruce and I do get into our sexy play though it's great for both of
us, we're definitely happy campers on Tuesdays.  It usually goes like
this... Bruce drives us to his house after school, then in his room I'll
tie him up in different positions to fondle his body and rub leather on him
until his cock gets throbbing hard and begins shooting tight strings of cum
so hard they fly three or four feet through the air... it's fun watching
his cum shots. There's always lots of heavy breathing, moaning and
squealing from Bruce as he's deeply into his fetishes; they produce some
intense climaxes for him. Bruce sometimes will suck my cock getting it
ready for me to fuck him, but whether or not we do the oral sex there's
always fucking going on. All of that is awesome, it's just too few hours of
sexy fun per week to keep Bruce from nagging for more. Ya see, Bruce has
acknowledged his gayness to himself for a long time but he's only relieved
his sexual urges for a relatively short period of time. He did it with a
kid named Mickey in middle school; since then Bruce's sexual needs have
accumulated to be quite a load. I gotta admit it was my bright idea to make
him my boy and it's looking more and more like I made a big mistake with
that.  As I've said, I like Bruce a lot... it's just that he's too needy,
ya know? He does the nagging in a kind of humble way while at the same time
proclaiming his love for me, which is nice, but can also be a
pain-in-the-ass. Anyway, I tell him all the time he's in lust with me, not
love.

Here's an example of our sexy play together, this is exactly what happened
yesterday as a matter of fact. First thing I did was give Bruce a bare-ass
spanking as punishment for all his nagging and, frankly, I spanked him
because it's a turn-on for me to do that. Truth is, I can usually come-up
with a reason to spank him even when he's not nagging. He's smaller than me
so it's not hard to get him across my lap, pull his pants down and give him
a good old-fashioned spanking. Yesterday, as usual, he squirmed like mad
trying to get away, he kept putting his hands back there to protect his
stinging bubble butt ass, he scissor-kicks his legs crying out for me to
stop, promising he'll be good, and all those kinds of things. It's much
different than Dajuan's spankings, but a big turn-on for me just the
same. Anyway, since I'd fucked Dajuan Monday I wasn't particularly horny on
Tuesday, but by the time I was done spanking Bruce I'd gotten the horny
urges going for me pretty good again. Obviously the spanking and bondage is
right up a dominant boy's alley; great for someone like me. I mean, tie-up
a cute submissive gay boy and do what I please with him... come on, that's
rocking!  But here's a vital factor in all this, Bruce loves it more than I
do. If he wasn't on-board with everything, it wouldn't work for me. I
couldn't force another boy against his will, that would suck.  Oh sure,
Bruce tries to get away from the spankings but that's part of the turn-on
for him, the sexy play needs to entail some form of restriction of his free
will in order for it to be erotic; like him being tied-up. Yesterday, after
he calmed-down from his spanking, we did the old standby which is the
four-bedpost-tie-up. Bruce lays face-down on his bed and I stretch out his
arms fastening each wrist to the headboard's bedposts, then the same for
each of his ankles at the foot of the bed; obviously, at this point he's
totally helpless. Yesterday Bruce was wearing his new leather vest and the
leather pants he wore the first time we did this together, the ones open at
the crotch and buttocks. I got up on the bed to sit naked on his back; my
knees bent, feet back with my calves hugging his slim sides.  I put on the
leather gloves and rubbed his back and neck, then reaching under him to
fondle his hard cock and his little sack of nuts... it's very erotic for
Bruce and not too bad for me either. The shivering he does and the goose
bumps that pop-up on his arms, his moaning and constant gentle hip-humping
indicate just how sexually stimulated and aroused he gets. When his cock is
hard as a steel pipe I stroke it with my leather-gloved hand and his head
starts moving back and forth with him murmuring my name.  It actually gets
to be quite a turn-on for me too.

To be honest though, this kind of thing freaked me out a little at first
although it wasn't long before I was acclimated to it.  For a dominant boy
like me, what's not to like?  Actually, it's an ideal activity for both
doms and subs. Sitting naked on tied-up Bruce yesterday, already turned-on
by the spanking, I sprung a nice boner in about ninety seconds.  Leather
does feel awesome on a boner so I stroked mine grunting with each stroke at
the intense sensations. When my cock got rock hard I'd nestled it in his
ass crack and went back to massaging his body, my body's motion dragged the
swollen head of my hard cock to-and-fro over his hole. Bruce got
ridiculously squirmy with lots of deep breathing and frustrated grunting
and moaning, frustrated because he couldn't stroke his own cock. Generally
I try to keep him just on the edge of climax which is what I did yesterday;
it builds-up an overwhelming urge to cum. He soon began babbling nonsense
in that ten year-old-boy's voice he slips into at times; my boner's swollen
head continuing it's sliding motion over the quivering lips of his anus. To
further heighten his erotic state, I stretched out to lay naked on him,
adjusting my boner downward between his legs, poking his nuts in the
process. That fat six-inch dick of mine was hard as a pipe, it's wet head
dripping clear precum onto his scrotum... drip drip drip until the
accumulated drops swelled and rolled around either side of his sac to
accumulate under his balls causing Bruce's body to shiver. Then I made a
leather pillow with both gloved hands for his face to lie on. He'd move his
face back and forth over the palms of my hands, his nose pressed into the
leather, humping his hips.  Jesus, it was hot!  I outweigh Bruce by maybe
thirty-five pounds of muscle and I'm taller too, this is another turn-on
for him because it adds to his feeling of total submissiveness. He'd mumble
"I'm your boy, Geoff...  your little-dicked-boy." It'd be funny if it
weren't so pathetic, and so true, and so sexy. He actually does have a
little dick, not that I care that much about the size of his dick, I'm just
saying. Bruce was tied-up wearing his leather stuff, me naked on top of him
and my boner pressing against his nuts; as you might imagine, he didn't
last long. He was soon wildly humping the mattress jostling me on his back,
squirting his cum onto the mattress under him, blast after blast while
squealing and struggling against his bonds like you wouldn't believe.

Yesterday I tried especially hard to be patient with Bruce; I wanted to be
sure he'd gotten the most out of his bondage/leather trip before moving on
to my primary interests. He'd finally settled into a contented humming
routine with that "mmmmmm" sound slipping out as he enjoyed the after
affects of his multiple-tiered climax. So, leaving him tied-up laying in a
pool of his own cooling cum, I'd climbed off him and sauntered around to
the foot of the bed. No need to hurry, he sure as hell wasn't going
anywhere. His helplessness is somehow sexy even though I don't have that
fetish. Theoretically I could do any damn thing to him I wanted and that
thought alone can sometimes get me hard. Taking a big breath I pushed his
leather pant legs up to his knees so I could rub my bare hands up and down
his calves feeling the short dark hairs there; feeling, then squeezing his
little calf muscles too. The hair on his legs reminds me so much of the
hair boys get at the beginning of puberty, dark haired boys that is. When
the hair first begins appearing on boy's legs it's more like down... fine,
soft, straight hairs which is what the hair on Bruce's calves are like;
it's not that wispy curly hair you see on so many guys. Bruce is eighteen
so it's kind of freaky that his leg hair is like this, but what are you
gonna do, it is what it is.  I love the feel of it and I love the general
feel of his thin calves too. In addition to enjoying his legs my interest
in his feet has grown into a fetish for me and I've taken full advantage of
Bruce's incapacitated condition to do my thing on each of his feet,
yesterday was no exception. Massaging, smelling, licking, and sucking his
toes for ten to fifteen minutes on each foot. I'd untied one leg at a time
and just sexed on that thing until I was seeing dots flying around in my
vision from the intensity of my arousal.  What perfect feet he has, size
seven and a half, nice arch, perfectly shaped toes, not a single hair on
either foot.  OK, so they're not always the cleanest feet in the world but
Bruce is a teenager for Christ sakes, I understand that. The week before
last I cut his toenails for him... really short too, down to the quick;
what a rush that was. By the way, Bruce is now totally enjoying all my
footsie play, he really likes it. Both his feet get the same work-over and
before I'm finished with them the soles and toes are shiny with saliva and
pink from constant stimulation of one kind or another. Doing his feet gives
me a raging boner. Boy's legs are awesome, their feet rock!

The smell and the taste of his feet stayed with me in my nose and mouth as
I climbed back up on top of Bruce yesterday. I'd grabbed a fistful of his
beautiful hair pulling his head back, Bruce whimpering my name as I drove
my dripping cock up his ass.  I was gasping with sexual desire fucking him
in a fury; fucked him hard and fast with precum as our only lube. Humping
up and down on his prone helpless body with the full six inches of my
boned-up cock pounding up inside him.  So fucking hot it was ridiculous,
and it was over ridiculously fast too. That first fuck yesterday had me
climaxing a flood of cum, me grunting and yelling like a madman, in less
than three minutes. I'd been enormously stimulated from the spanking,
bondage, and foot play even before slamming my cock up his tight asshole.
My cum was squirting out of his hole with me humping him out of control for
a few minutes after climax, and then I left my cock up his ass while
catching my breath. About a half hour later I gave his ass a second fucking
that lasted a lazy, luscious twenty minutes before we both had little
phantom second climaxes. Well, I guess they weren't totally phantom because
there was some squirting liquid, just nothing like our initial climaxes
earlier... felt awesome just the same. After that I'd untied Bruce and we
lay together naked and sweaty for awhile, kissing and cuddling. Bruce
insinuated his little body inside my hugging arms telling me how fabulous I
am and how much he loves me and how glad he is that he's my boy . Hey, it's
flattering and we all like to be flattered.  I noticed something surprising
too; making-out with a boy is hotter than I remember it being with
girls. That's if I'm remembering correctly, maybe my memory is playing
tricks on me. And here's something else: I always assumed it would be
awesome to be worshiped or loved by someone the way Bruce claims to feel
about me, but it's not all I hoped it would be.  First of all it's kind of
hard to respect a kid who worships you, ya know what I mean?  And, Bruce
has become so submissive to me it's just not as much fun as it was the
first couple of times we screwed around together. Like I mentioned, he
sometimes talks in this little boy's voice and all... it's grating,
annoying.  It reminds me of how I get annoyed with Garrett all the time,
snapping at him then getting mad at myself for losing my temper. Of course,
I only snap vocally at Garrett, when I get annoyed with Bruce I do more
than snap at him, I spank him till he's whimpering and then I feel bad
about that too.  Lately though, like Dajuan, Bruce is starting to like the
spankings, that's weird.

Speaking of Garrett, stuff has been going on with him the past five weeks
too. For example, not too long after Bruce became my boy I slipped on some
wet grass heading down to the DPW building for a smoke.  It's embarrassing
falling on your ass, but what are ya gonna do?  And worse, breaking my fall
with my left hand caused me to sprain my wrist. It swelled up pretty badly
and hurt like hell so after school we skipped our work-out and Dajuan took
me for an X-ray at the hospital.  Luckily there was no break, just a
sprain, but for a week I needed to wear an Ace bandage and was only able to
do one-handed exercises for another week after that.  Anyway, at lunch the
first day with the sprained wrist I'm struggling with my tray using one
hand when Garrett comes dashing up to take the tray, saying "Let me get
what you need, Geoff! I don't mind standing in the lunch line for you." So,
ever since then he's been standing in line getting my lunch while I wait at
our table or screw around doing whatever I feel like doing. Naturally I
give Garrett the money for my food and he just brings my lunch to me;
Dajuan mockingly refers to it as "fetching".  This was Garrett's attempt at
brown-nosing his way into sharing my room on the senior trip. Of course I'd
already told Bruce and Dajuan that Garrett is the forth in our room, I just
hadn't gotten around to telling Garrett yet... this took place almost five
weeks ago now.

"Fetching" my lunch has also afforded Garrett the luxury of sitting at our
lunch table each day. OK, I'm being facetious about the word "luxury" but
Garrett probably thinks of it in that way. I kinda like him sitting with us
because he's fun to look at; wicked cute kid with those round eyeglasses,
shiny blue eyes and his wicked clean youthful looks.  I could just lick his
face; he looks like he's about fourteen years old and that's such a hot age
for boys. Another thing about Garrett, he's got big feet for a kid his
size. Long narrow feet and I can't help but think of the old saying about
"where there's big feet there's a big dick". Well hell, I already know he
has himself a long dick.  He's an interesting kid and I guess my interest
in him is obvious because Bruce is jealous of Garrett.  Kinda funny seeing
him controlling his temper around Garrett though; he controls it because
I'd been real tough with him about being nice to Garrett. The first day
Garrett fetched my lunch Bruce was like, "Geoff, let me get your lunch for
you, ya don't need him, you got me... I'm your boy." I was like, "Stop it,
just stop it, Bruce. It wasn't even my idea that he gets my lunch, Garrett
just came up and did it on his own. He showed initiative and you should try
doing a little of that yourself.  And don't start pouting either, be
pleasant with him or I won't be coming to your house with you Tuesday after
school." It gives me a stiffy seeing those two cute guys competing for my
attention.  And let me tell ya, I've discovered that when Bruce hears me
threaten to skip a Tuesday in his bedroom, he shapes up fast. He gave me
his pathetic whine, "I'm sorry, Geoff... I'll be nice to him, I promise."
Jesus, the two of them are a trip!

Now it's been weeks since I slipped on the grass, but Garret's still
getting my lunch for me. I'm allowing him to keep doing his fetching thing
because the lunch line is a huge pain in my ass.  By the way, the lunch
fetching deal didn't go unnoticed by the general population.  It was a
couple of weeks ago now... I was wandering casually around the cafeteria
having already told Garrett what I wanted for lunch.  There was this big
notice on the old bulletin board so I'd wandered over to read it. It wasn't
relevant to me though, something for freshmen only and on my way back to
the table I saw Garrett carrying the tray with my lunch on it. He wasn't
bothering anybody when Neil Patrick bumps into him accidentally-on-purpose
and gives Garrett this phony apology, "Oops, I bumped into Gardner's flunky
by mistake. Oooh, what a shame. Be careful, don't spill your hero's milk,
ya fairy" and then, holding his own tray in one hand, Neil shakes Garrett's
arm making the food jiggle precariously on the tray. Garrett's blushing up
a red storm, he whines, "Hey Neil, don't! I'm not, I mean he's not a hero
or anything, his wrist is sprained and I'm helping out, that's all!" Neil
goes, "You dumb tool, he had that sprained wrist weeks ago. How's his ass
taste, ya fruitcake?!" Red in the face, Garrett's trying to get by, but
Neil keeps blocking his path and mocking him. They didn't know I was right
behind them. Neil mocking Garrett really pissed me off at the time and my
head just heated up like it always does when I'm pissed and seeing red. I
stepped up behind Neil and swept my foot sideways into the side of his
right foot which in turn swept that foot over into his left foot and down
he goes, his tray of food splattering on him crashing to the floor. Forcing
myself to leave it at that I said, in a flat monotone, "Oops, hope ya
didn't sprain your wrist.  My bad."  Naturally, every kid in the cafeteria
had turned their attention to the commotion and so saw what happened.

Neil's furious, the front of his shirt is covered with tomato soup.  He'd
started to get up spitting out, "You clumsy assho..." Then he saw it was me
looking down at him, my lip slightly curled and my bad-ass, dead-eye stare
basically daring him to finish that thought. He'd immediately changed his
posture from furious to annoyed, saying "Ah fuck... just forget it!" as he
was picking himself up, me still staring at him. Garrett had watched in
fascination because he'd probably never before come out on top in one of
these bully confrontations.  Feeling my constant stare Neil averted his
eyes, licked his lips, and dropped his attitude again, this time down from
annoyed to "everything's fine."  He mumbles, "I'm fine, Gardner... no
problem..."  Not willing to let him off the hook quite yet, I'd
sarcastically asked him again, "Hurt your wrist, did ya?" He looked around
then and saw everyone watching, swallowed audibly and switched his mood to
contrite. He goes, "It's good... I'm good, but thanks for asking." Nodding
my head at him, still with the threatening stare, Neil tried pretending I
wasn't still staring at him. He brushed at the front of his shirt
self-consciously with a dirty napkin he'd picked up off the floor, dabbing
stupidly at the tomato soup that must have burned when it first hit
him. I'd been aware of the silence around us, so I glanced over at the
nearest table and saw four kids staring back; they saw the expression on my
face and immediately looked away.  I looked at another table and got the
same result. Satisfied, I said quietly to Garrett, "Go ahead now, it was
just accidental contact all the way around.  Go on, Garrett." His eyes
beamed as he stared at Neil, who wouldn't look back at him. Neil had made
himself busy picking his lunch up off the floor by then. As for me, I'd
taken a deep breath of relief that it was over. There was no victorious
feeling of righting a wrong; it was more of a relief than anything
else. There isn't any way I could have allowed myself to lose face, I had
to stick up for Garrett but I did it with a feeling of dread, wishing
Garrett could take care of himself. I'd acted to protect my self image as
much as to stick up for Garrett.

Garrett, by the way, is still standing in the lunch line for me right up
till today, funny how no one else has mentioned anything about it to any of
us. That day though most of those kids were probably thinking I'm the worst
psycho the school's ever seen. They think nothing bothers or scares me, but
they're wrong. Oh yeah, my adrenaline was flowing that day for sure and
that's because I was scared! Scared I'd look weak, scared Neil would be one
of the rare breed of kids who will fight and he's a big tough kid... plus,
win or lose we'd both have been suspended, the thought of that scared me
too. I was afraid an authority figure of some sort would show up and I'm
not good around authority figures. I'd also been scared Garrett or Neil
might hear my heart pounding in my chest and realize I was scared just like
everyone else. Another thing that bothers me even to this day, I'm not a
psycho and don't like it that they might have thought I was.  I'd much
rather be one of them, but I'm not.  I see myself, rightly or wrongly, in a
survival mode at all times and it's exhausting and lonely a lot of the
time. Back at the table that day the roar of conversation picked up all
around us, and it was a relief to me that kids went back to minding their
own business.  Even though Neil is a known bully, and he started the whole
thing by picking on Garrett, I know they mostly see me as the bad guy and
that hurts. It was a real chore that day for me to force food down after
that incident, but I did it anyway because I wanted to appear unfazed by
the confrontation and I knew some kids would be sneaking peeks over at
me. There are always some who get vicarious thrills from the troubles of
others. Garrett had excitedly told Dajuan and Bruce what happened when they
finally got through the lunch line and I remember Dajuan looking at
Garrett, looking wary, like, "No fucking way!"  He blurts out, "Neil
Patrick?  That kid's the biggest prick in the whole fucking school, he's
tough!" Then to me, he warns, "Ya might need my help if you're gonna pick a
fight with him, dude."  I'd just shrugged like I wasn't worried about it,
and changed the subject...  perception is all.

And another very odd Garret-incidence happened just last Thursday.  It was
a day that neither Dajuan nor Bruce were down for a smoke with us after
lunch, just Garrett and me. Funny, but it happened because I got irritated
at how excited Garrett became thinking, "What the fuck's was the big deal?"
At the time we were outside the DPW building smoking, well I was smoking,
Garrett was pretending to smoke. He'd take a puff and blow it right out,
making a face with each exhale.  What the hell, he'd bought the cigarettes
we were smoking so I just shrugged and ignored his stupid pretend way of
doing it. Anyway, exhaling a drag from my Winston, I'd casually mentioned,
"Oh by the way, dude, you can stay with us in D.C. if you want." Well,
really excited now, he began jumping up and down yelling, "Thank you,
Geoff...  thank you. I'm in your posse now for real..." going on and on
with the crazy fucking jumping, without any sense of "face"; act a little
bit cool with this, why don't ya!  I'm looking around, thinking ... can I
believe this shit? It was embarrassing but thankfully no one was paying any
attention to us, mostly because we were on the school side of the DPW's
building and most kids smoke around the back, hidden from view. I'd managed
to put up with Garrett's demonstration for about two seconds, then flicked
my cigarette butt behind me and grabbed Garrett right out of the air on his
third jump of joy and held him against my body, his feet off the
ground. Enunciating each word, I'd said "Shut - the - fuck - up!"  He was
like dumbfounded to find himself up against me, like... "how'd I get here?"
"Ya hear me!  Someone from the school will look down here and catch us
smoking!" Garrett had been real quick to adjust to his situation, he'd made
a funny squeaky noise at first, then somehow molded himself to me.  OK, I
admit it... his body felt awesome squeezed against mine.

I'd caught him in mid-air with his arms captured between our bodies, his
cigarette smoldering on the ground.  Garrett's cute head was almost level
with mine but he had it pulled back away from my face, sunlight reflecting
off his glasses. I could smell his nice boyish odor, a fresh scent that
overcame even the smoky cigarette smell; he probably always smells
good. He'd stopped yelling immediately and was looking at me with an
astonished expression on his face. All I could think of at the time
was... cute, cute, cute... a very youthful, wonderfully boyish look to this
kid.  Of course Garrett was blushing up a storm, he's always blushing. More
interesting than anything though was the fact he'd sprung a boner, the
world's fastest boner. In my arms and against my body for five seconds and
his boner was already between us, pointing up and poking my belly just
above my limp dick. I'm telling you this kid has himself a serious penis
package! He'd started in humping the boner gently into my belly, probably
couldn't help himself. Ya get yourself a throbbing hard-on and you more or
less have to hump into whatever is available, it's an involuntary movement.
Well, for a couple of seconds we'd stared into each other's eyes, he looked
scared and I wanted to grin at him and at this dumb situation I'd stupidly
created, but instead I said, "Are you queer for me, Garrett?" He'd flinched
at the question, grunted, and then turned darker red; the heat from his
face so hot I felt it on my face.  I was still holding him against me, him
holding his head back, straining his neck, his feet off the ground.  I'll
never forget how he averted his eyes, nodding his head up and down "yes" to
answer my question. I did a whispering command, "Say it out loud, Garrett"
and he'd said, real low, "Yes, I'm queer for you, Geoff... don't be mad at
me... OK?"

It was so fucking weird. First Bruce confesses his gayness for me about a
month earlier, and then Garrett just last week. I can't say it was that
much of a surprise in Garrett's case, he's been putting out a lot of
signals, but Bruce did surprise me. Both Bruce and Garrett have something
in common that I've missed out on, they've both known about themselves
being gay for years. They'd had time to get used to the concept I guess,
and consequently neither seemed to mind readily admitting their gayness to
me. I would imagine they both realize they've got submissive natures as
well, submissive without necessarily using that word to describe or explain
themselves, to themselves. And, both are attracted to me... why is that? Is
it because I'm a dominant type? That's at least partially it, but also
maybe it's because I'm a nice looking boy their age with a ripped body who
doesn't seem to date girls. They probably didn't think those things
consciously, but subconsciously these facts were recorded and analyzed in
their brains, and out came the hidden command, "Hang around Geoff Gardner,
see what happens."  Or, maybe it's all coincidence that the only three kids
I associate with here at Dover/Sherborn high school are gay and all three
just happened to pick me to be their friend, as I didn't pick any of them.
That's some big coincidence alright!

When I started my senior year here I was willing to go it totally alone the
entire year, but early on Dajuan ingratiated himself to me. A couple of
weeks after that Bruce asked if he could eat lunch with Dajuan and
me... that was before I even considered myself friends with Dajuan, so I'd
just given Bruce a blank look and shrugged my shoulders like, "I don't give
a shit where you eat lunch, dude". Dajuan was persistent and kept inviting
me to his house to work-out with the free weights while Bruce was
continuing with the quick little smiles at me, hanging with me at school.
Sometimes I wouldn't even acknowledge his presence, but just the same he'd
silently stay with me while I smoked, and then leave when I left, walking
next to me without saying a word... what was I supposed to do?  After
awhile it got to be flattering that this kid wanted to be around me so much
and we began small talk which led to regular BS'ing and we became
friends...  like that. I'd started working out with Dajuan by then and the
three of us just connected. Then, last Christmas Dajuan and I got drunk and
made-out with each other and I discovered I was bi... that whole
deal. Since then, in less than six months, I've acquired these two
additional submissive sex partners; Garrett, who considers me his fantasy
sex master and bodyguard, and Bruce, who says he's in love with me.
Dajuan's the only one who seems to understand that we're just buds doing
some hot buddy sex together. None of them knows about the others, and the
week after next we'll all be in the same hotel room for the senior class
trip to Washington, D.C. for two nights. Jeez!.

When I'd put Garrett slowly back down on the ground last Thursday, my mind
was going a mile a minute.  His quick admission that he was gay for me had
taken me by surprise and I wasn't sure what to do or say next. I remember
staring at him wondering, "Is he jerking me around?  Does he think I'm
queer and so he says he is too, to mock me?"  It's not in my make-up to
allow the possibility that someone is making fun of me; I don't have enough
self confidence for that.  I need to always have the upper hand, so I made
sure Garrett knew who's in charge here by resorting to my old
standby... physicality. Getting my arm around his neck, I'd pulled him
roughly into my right side, telling him, "Since you're so queer Garrett,
put your hand in my pocket, you seem to like doing that, don't ya?" He'd
taken his glasses off with his right hand mumbling something like, "No,
don't be like that, Geoff...  don't be mad at me, please." I told him I
wasn't mad at him.  "Just put your god-dammed hand in my pocket."  Ha! He
started to reach into my back pocket with his left hand like that day he'd
pestered me outside the cafeteria and I got him in a headlock. I snapped at
him, "My side pants pocket!"  In goes his hand, it felt so sexy having
another boy's hand in my pocket, intimate as hell. "Leave it there, we're
going to walk together behind that wall so I can do an experiment to see
how queer you really are, keep in step." He was scrunched against me as we
took small steps toward the trash bin area on the side of the building;
we'd be totally out of sight there. Garrett's saying, "I'm sorry I said I
was queer for you, Geoff. You're hurting my neck." God-dammit, I hate
hurting him but I gotta find out what this is all about.

As we made progress toward the concealed area I'd consciously tried to
maintain a conversational voice, asking him, "Have you ever done anything
queer, Garrett?"  He shakes his head, "no." "Ya never sucked a guy's cock?"
Another shake of the head, "no." I didn't have him in a headlock this time,
just had my arm tightly around his neck so that his head was pulled against
my shoulder. He's three inches shorter than me so each shake of his head
was fluffing his hair over the corner of my mouth, I say, "Garrett, pretend
we're on the fucking radio, OK?"  When I ask a question ya gotta talk out
loud cause people can't see you shake your fucking head if we're on the
radio." He said, "Huh?" and I almost laughed out loud because he's always
so clueless.  I repeated my outrageous questions and he told me, "No, I
never did anything queer and I never sucked a guy's cock." He gave his
replies seriously; he didn't answer in a flip or smart-assed way at all.
Things like that make it hard for me not to like Garrett. When we got
behind the wall I asked him, "Would you like to do something queer with a
guy?"  He shook his head "no" and before I could scream at him for shaking
his head, he said, "Um, Who?" and I go, "Who would you want to do it with?"
A shrug was Garrett's answer, followed by an unintelligible sound.  By now
I was sure he'd simply given me a truthful answer when he said he was queer
for me, but I was having fun so when he shrugged at my question, I yelled
"We're on the fucking radio, Garrett, remember!"  He'd mumbled "Radio?" in
a questioning way, not having picked-up on my premise. I've already
mentioned his boyish smell but what a nice armful his taut, slim body was
too. It was no surprise then when Garrett mumbled an answer to my "who"
question. "With you, maybe... don't get mad, OK?" At the time nothing
seemed like a really good idea of how I should respond to that... the other
thing is, as much as I'd tried to ignore it, he was turning me on, ya know?

Well, taking an aggressive position is something I've taught myself to do
in all awkward situations so I tried that with Garrett. I told him "Reach
over a little with that hand you have in my pocket, and grab hold of
whatever you run into." Naturally he'd moved his hand away from my dick,
but I'd remained patient and didn't snap at him. "The other direction,
Garrett!"  Then I felt his fingers in my pocket bump against my dick. "Take
it in your fingers." He'd managed to get two fingers around it and just
hold it, his grip was about an inch down from the head of my cock, felt
real good too.  It was kind of funny because when he had his fingers around
my dick he'd started making these hiccupping sounds in his throat and again
I almost burst out laughing. Keeping the humor to myself, I'd gone for the
obvious question, "How'd you like to put that thing you're holding into
your mouth, Garrett?"  He dropped the hiccupping and coughed, tried to say
something, then came out with, "Um, I don't know..." and he coughs
again. With my arm around his neck I'd then pulled him around to face me. I
was thinking... no way can I take a chance whipping my dick out here.  I'd
gotten another idea though and told Garrett, "Keep holding my dick, I'm
going to show you something else a queer like you will love."  What the
hell, he's gay and I'm bi and I'd been wanting to do this for awhile now,
so I went for it. I leaned down and covered his mouth with mine, sucking on
his lips, then licking across the front of his teeth.  He went, "Agggg" and
when his mouth opened up my tongue went inside...  sweet!

With my tongue in his mouth he'd somehow managed to plaster his body
against mine again, my right leg in between his legs.  I'd actually gasped
into his mouth when my thigh hit right up against his boner... it's a nice
long one too. "Ooh...!" he'd exclaim whenever I'd put pressure on his
cock. I sucked his tongue, then went back to kissing him more
conventionally on the lips and down under his cute chin and then on his
neck.  That kid has got such a great mouth, wonderful lips, and a clean
fresh taste to his mouth and neck. He did respond, kissing me back and
making lots of sounds of arousal and desire; I couldn't tell if he was
experienced at making out or just doing what comes naturally. Letting go of
his neck and reaching around I got a hand on each of his buttocks and
squeezed and massaged that great bubble butt of his and pulled him tighter
against me, his long hard cock flat against my thigh. Garrett continued
making noises and sounds of pleasure as he humped my thigh reminding me of
a dog I saw once who had its front paws hugging a little kid's legs,
hugging the leg and humping it's little doggie boner into the kids calf to
beat the band. That's what Garrett was doing to my leg now, except he
definitely doesn't have a little boner. I'd gotten this passing thought
that Garrett probably shouldn't wear shorts in the summer if he's going to
be springing boners like this, not unless he wants to air out the head of
his cock. We had a very sloppy make-out going for us while I tried
fingering his asshole from the outside of his sweatpants. When I'd finally
managed to push some material from his underwear and flimsy nylon warm-up
pants up his hole he went up on his toes, grunted, then humped his cock
against my thigh extra hard and held it there groaning, making little
gestures of pressure, breathing noisily.  He'd groaned, "Ohhh God!  Ahhh!"
A few more humps, then one extra hard hump that left him pressed flat
against my leg, draining cum from his nuts into his underpants.  Like I
mentioned, he's shorter than me so when I pulled my mouth off his mouth and
straightened up, the top of his head is about level with my nose... it had
been an awesome thing to have my nose against his soft strawberry blond
hair as he climaxed into his pants, really awesome. He felt so little
against my body, and that smell about him is delicious.

My dick had firmed up somewhere along the way even though Garrett had let
go of it earlier.  He'd continued humping his cock slowly against my leg
making "Hmmmmm" sounds for another minute after his climax.  Giving him
time to catch his breath, I said, "Now what are ya gonna do, Garrett? Huh?
You got cum in your pants with half a school-day left... your spunk will
stain through your lap in no time."  It was so odd the way he'd looked up
at me then, I didn't expect it when he asked, trustingly of me, in his
usual sincere manner, "What should I do, Geoff?"  I wanted to laugh at him
and tell him I didn't give a fuck what he did, but instead I wanted to help
him. I'd given him my clean handkerchief and told him, "Fold it in half,
Garrett, and get it at the front of your jockey short to wipe up the
wetness... do it quickly!" His eyes were big, he goes, "Oh, that's a good
idea, thanks Geoff!" He'd let go of me then, put his glasses back on,
turned around so his back was to me, and rustled around to get the
handkerchief inside his underwear. He's such a good kid and I surprised
myself at how protective of him I felt. Looking at the back of his head I
was hating on myself again, thinking, "Why the fuck did I kiss him like
that, and finger his asshole? I should have known he'd cum in his pants...
he's so innocent and horny it ain't even funny".  As he was rustling the
handkerchief inside his underpants Garrett's face got bright red again, I
could see it on his cheeks and down on his neck even with his back
turned. Still facing away from me he'd mumbled, "That was really random,
Geoff... me spunking in my pants like that. Um, you kiss awesome good,
Geoff." I said, "Aren't ya gonna turn around?" He turned around then,
rubbed his nose with the side of his index finger, and said, "That was
dumb, talking with my back to you... I'm sorry. Um, Geoff... ah, are you
gay?"

My first thought was, "what the fuck do you think, Garrett?" I let myself
get pissed off at him then, the way I get with him too often, snapping at
him, "No, numbnuts... I'm one hundred percent heterosexual.  Why the fuck
would you ask me that, just because I made out with you?  Duh, you're a
fucking genius!" His feelings were hurt then so I toned it down and
mumbled, "Hey, you're OK, Garrett... forget my rant." He'd looks up then
and sincerely asked, "Oh, your rant was sarcasm, right?"  I was
thinking... shit, he's so fucking cute!  I wanted to grin at him, but
didn't. Instead I nodded my head that it was indeed sarcasm, then I simply
told him the truth, "I'm not actually gay because I like girls too.  I'm
bi, Garrett... but you can believe I'm gay if you like."  He'd taken a big
breath and said, "I believed you when you said you're bi, Geoff...  why
wouldn't I?" I grabbed him at the back of his neck and pulled him against
me, kind of a hug and said, "You tastes good, Garrett... our kiss I mean,
your mouth taste good".  Big gulp from him, he looks away and says, "Oh,
thanks. Ya know, kissing you didn't have any affect on me at all..." then a
shy look back at me with half a grin. I said, "Your pants tells me
otherwise", noticing his cute grin, I tried to imitate him, saying, "Oh,
that was sarcasm, right?" He nodded his head and leaned against me; just
then the bell sounded, we're late for class.

That was almost a week ago and we haven't done anything remotely like that
since. Just the normal Garrett stuff except there is something new with
Garrett; there's this sense that he's waiting for me to give him a signal
of some kind and I'm not sure what I want to do about that. The dynamics
between Garrett and me are different somehow from the ones between Dajuan
and me or Bruce and me; I've been trying to sort out exactly what the
differences are without success.  Whatever, I just know it's cool having
three hot gay boys available for a sexy time whenever I want.  It's
something I wouldn't have dreamed of a year ago of course, but I'm
certainly not complaining about it. And then there's Doug Mc Kenzie.  He's
one of those kids I've been feeling more comfortable with lately but I
haven't had the confidence to pursue a closer friendship with; sort of a
fear of rejection, I guess you could say. Unexpectedly he's invited me to
an early graduation party at his house next week. He told me it will be
mostly his family, relatives, and neighbors but he also wants a few of his
close friends there too. I'm thinking "Close friends?  Me?" Doug's in my
homeroom, he sits across from me and only this morning told me about the
party.  He was pressing an envelope into my hand while talking, explaining
he needs to hand deliver this because he didn't know my address.  The
envelope contained the official invitation to the party.  That fucking
thing was the classiest card I've ever seen. Raised printing, engraved with
my name and the details of when, where, etc... that sort of thing.  It
fascinated me, on the back I read... Crane & Co.  "Personalized
Invitations...."  This was one of the "Tassel Ribboned Graduation
Invitations" line of invitations, according to the additional information
on the back. Heavy paper, lined envelope, and so on; I wondered how much
does something like this cost.  It became an obsession with me.  Next class
was a study hall so as soon as I got there I requested a library pass, then
off I went hoping to score one of the computers there.

There are six general use HP computers in the library but all were occupied
when I got there. Checking out the kids on the computers, I spot a
sophomore nerd and go stand real close to him.  I have no idea who he is, a
short goof with glasses, dandruff on the shoulders of his dark knit shirt,
longish hair, pudgy body. He tried to ignore me but I hovered over him,
willing him to squirm. After two minutes of this, without looking up, he
squeaked, "I'll be on this computer the whole period."  I go, "No, you
won't... you need to go to the bathroom and do pee pees.  As a favor to you
I'll save the computer for you until you get back... now get moving or I'll
make you go pee pee right here".  I spoke in a monotone which can be
intimidating if you don't know who you're dealing with. Banging the
keyboard, he cleared out of his program, abruptly stands up, and snarls,
"Alright, but only five minutes, then I tell Miss Parker!" and he stalks
off mumbling, "Neanderthal!" I smiled because, while the little shit does
have a set of balls on him, he's a pragmatist too... why get in a hassle
you're sure to lose for a lousy five minutes of computer time?  Sitting at
the computer I realize the girl at the computer next to me was
giggling. Looking over I see this cute blond girl and thought of my dating
days of old. She has a small hot body, cheerleader type. The girl smiled at
me cutely reminding me of someone, then she imitated me, "You need to do
pee pees."  There was this natural, relaxed manner about her.  Trying to be
a hot-shit, I go, "Sure, lots of people do, didn't you know that?" She nods
her head slightly saying, "Yes, I've even done pee pees myself. You're
Geoff Gardner, aren't you?" Startled, I ask, "Yeah, how'd you know?" She
wasn't a senior, I didn't know her but something about her seemed familiar.
She says, "I'm Patty Austin, my brother's Garrett; he thinks you're a
god". Trying to remember my hetero days at Peabody High, I took a chance
and showed Patty my sheepish smile; she seemed together enough to risk
showing it to her.  Scatter-brained girls have been known to get overly
excited and undress right then and there when I've used that particular
smile in the past.  I was right though, Patty could handle it... she
remained calm.

She's staring at me and now I can recognize Garrett in some of her facial
features, she says "Well, are you a god?"  I go, "Ya want to go out with me
some time?"  She laughs and says, "You're so shy!  Yes, I'd like to, but
Garret's going to be sooo jealous!" She laughed a sincere sounding girly
laugh. I'd forgotten how sweet girls can be. A little tongue-tied I go,
"How bout, I mean let's say Saturday night?" She says, "Not this one, but
I'm free next Saturday night, what shall we do?" Trying to act confident, I
go, "OK, next Saturday night it is, seven o'clock sharp!  Ah, there's this
extremely unusual, but very cool thing I always do on a first date so
that's what we're going to do."  Patty says, "I'm almost afraid to ask, but
what is it?"  Keeping a straight face, I say, "Go to the movies, have you
ever done that on a date?"  She gets this pretend shocked look on her face
and says, "The movies?  Oh my God, that's so cool. OK, sounds sooo
exciting." She was finished with her computer work and was writing
something on a piece of paper as she talked. Handing me the slip of paper
she says, "Phone number and address and you better watch yourself, your
five minutes of computer use is almost up, he'll squeal on you to Miss
Parker for sure. Bye till next Saturday, seven o'clock sharp." Patty got up
then and passing by me, she mussed my hair, mumbling, "You're a strong
looking boy, ain't ya?" and then she was gone.  I was out of breath.
Adjusting my crotch, I see the nerdy computer kid walking back through the
library's front entrance.  Real fast I googled "Crane & Co." and sure
enough three clicks and there was a replica of the very invitation I had in
my hand. Believe it or not, these things cost four hundred and forty-six
dollars per hundred. You have got to be shitting me! "Time's up!" the
little dandruff boy informs me, I go, "Back already? OK then, it's all
yours, thanks dude!" I got up and hustled outside to see if Patty was still
around. Damn, she was gone.  Hmmm, maybe I won't stick exclusively with the
boys after all, she got my dick twitching like the good old days.

Instead of going back to study hall I went down to the DPW building for a
cigarette and some contemplation. Why was I able to be confident enough
with Patty to ask her out and yet I've been afraid to ask any
Dover/Sherborn girls out this entire year? Well, lets see... she's
Garrett's sister, she approached me in a really friendly manner, she told
me Garrett thought I was a god and she didn't make too much fun of that,
she seemed much more down to earth than most of the girls I'd observed
around here. What else? Well, high school's almost over for me so maybe I
just don't give much of a shit anymore, could that be it? Maybe that's part
of it, whatever... I'm looking forward to going out with her. I haven't
been out with a girl in almost a year. Now, what do I tell Garrett, or
Dajuan, or Bruce?  Hmmmm? "Just tell 'em you've got a date stupid, they all
know you're bi."

Much later that day, fighting my way through the crowded hallway toward my
last class of the day, I ran into Bruce who says, "I've been looking for
you, Geoff. Dajuan went home sick after lunch, a kid from his homeroom told
me to tell you.  I'll give you a ride home, if ya want, OK?"  I'm like,
"Yeah, thanks, Bruce... give me your cell phone." We're up against the
lockers in the noisy corridor, he fishes his cell phone out of his pocket
and I call Dajuan's cell. Seeing the caller ID, Dajuan says, "Bruce, did ya
get the message, dude?  I can't drive Geoff home today?" I go, "This is me,
Dajuan... what's wrong, why'd ya leave early?" He says, "Oh man, I'm so
fucking sick. The nurse thinks its fucking food poisoning, something from
lunch 'cause it came on me so fast. This sucks, and trust me, you don't
want the details."  I say, "Ya got that right! Hey, I'm sorry you're sick,
man.  I'll call you tonight.  Get better."  I tell Bruce about it and he
says, "Gee, I'm sorry Dajuan's sick, but, ya know... ah, do ya think you
can take care of my, you know, your boy's needs this afternoon? Your boy
badly needs you to fuck him, Geoff!" He looked needy when he said that, he
looked cute too.  I say, "I thought we were getting haircuts after
school..." He goes, "Gee Geoff, we get a chance to do our thing together,
ya know... can the haircut wait?"  I go, "Yeah, let's do it, Bruce. Always
a hot time!" I lean close to him then and quietly say, right into his ear
"I'm gonna fuck you hard, Bruce ... hard!" my lips brushing his ear as I
said it. He grunted and coughed, unconsciously groping his crotch and says,
"Phat! I got some new toys for us too!" as we hear the bell.  Fuck! I'm
late again... off we jog to our classes, him to the second floor, me around
the corner.  I'm thinking, it's Friday so no sexy fun yesterday and
although Dajuan and me had a hot time Wednesday, it's been since Tuesday
for Bruce; he'll be hot to trot, so I'm down with this big time.

I meet Bruce after the last class; we're smoking while walking to his
car. Smoke drifting from his mouth, he's telling me about his new leather
toys which consist of a spreader bar with leather restraints for his feet,
and matching leather wrist restraints.  He's excited about these things,
saying, "They came by UPS yesterday, I told my Mom they're exercise
devices.  She didn't see the actual toys, just the box." He also bought
something called a posture-collar, also leather, as well as a pair of
leather shorts.  Like his leather pants, the shorts are open at the crotch
and buttocks.  It amuses me that he's so excited; leather and bondage are
his fetishes, not mine. Still, my fetish or not, it fits in with a dom's
role to tie up another boy so I'm cool with it now. Bruce says, "I'll show
you how to bind me using these new things and, oh God, I'm getting a boner
already!" I do a quick ruffled of the hairs up the back of his head
mumbling, "You're so funny with this shit." He excitedly replies right back
at me, "It rocks so good, Geoff. And, it's so uber cool of you to humor my
fetishes." He leans close to me then and whispers, "I love you with a
passion." I'm immediately looking around to see if anyone overheard that,
there were a lot of kids heading for the parking lot but no one seemed to
be showing any reaction.  We're approaching his car, I say, "Whatever."  At
his house, after a shout out to his mother in the kitchen, we went right up
to his room. His mother's very nice but she spoils Bruce something awful;
she thinks Bruce and I exercise together and in a way we do. Bruce locks
his bedroom door and then stands in front of me, taking an "at attention"
pose. It's our regular inspection routine which I've stolen from Dajuan's
and my routine. Somehow I've developed this thing for Bruce's cool hair and
as he stands docilely in front of me I run my fingers through his fine hair
and say softly, "Yeah, you do need a haircut badly, dude." But in the next
second, I'm reaching between his legs with my other hand to squeeze his
nuts tightly, he grunts out, "Owww, Geoff... that feels good." Another hard
squeeze and Bruce closes his eyes tightly, stifling another grunt, and
leans into me. Letting go of his nuts I reach inside the front of his pants
and fondle his bare cock, his pubic hairs brush against my wrist. Always
looking for ways to demonstrate my dominance over Bruce, I get a bright
idea and say, "I want my boy to have a real boyish appearance down here so
we're going to shave off these nasty pubes.  Get undressed!" Bruce swallows
hard; this is exactly the kind of thing that turns him on, an unexpected
dominant move that pushes the boundaries of our sex play.

Completely naked, Bruce again stands before me; I'm running my fingers
through his bush asking, "Do you have clippers of some kind?"  Bruce says,
"Ah... my Dad's mustache trimmer, but please don't shave my pubes, Geoff."
I go, "Yeah, I'm going to. Get the trimmer." He starts to say something and
I reach around with my hand and smack his bare ass a real good smack, "Get
the trimmer, Bruce... and do it quickly or I'll spank you for real."  He
nods his head, puts on a bathrobe and goes out of the room.  He's back in
about a minute with the cordless trimmer.  I tell him, "Into the bathroom
you go," giving his ass a slap through the bathrobe as he hurries past
me. I still have all my clothes on of course, Bruce takes off the bathrobe
and he's totally naked once more.  Very business-like I order, "Spread your
legs." Bruce obeys and without hesitating I shave off his pubic hairs, they
drift lazily down to collect on the tile floor with Bruce slowly shaking
his head.  If you ask me, it looks cool. No pubes makes his dick look a
little longer too.  Rubbing the back of my fingers over the shaved area,
it's scratchy. "I'll need to use a razor on this, you got one?"  Bruce
shakes his head "no." The bathrobe goes back on and he trots into the
master bath across the hall to get one of his Dad's disposable razors and
some shaving cream. Putting the razor and shaving cream on Bruce's sink, I
take a washcloth and run warm water on it. Then I soak his pubic hairs and
use the shaving cream to lather and shave him as smooth as the day he was
born. Now it feels and looks the way it did before Bruce entered
puberty. "That's my boy, Bruce.  OK, I did this for you the first time, but
it's your responsibility to keep it smooth like this from now on. It'll be
part of your inspection whenever we play bondage games. If it's scratchy
down there you'll get a spanking.  Do you have a problem with any of this?"
He was flush as he rubbed around his shaved belly, "No Geoff, you know I'm
gonna do what you say. Anyway, I'm beginning to like it already 'cause it
feels good and looks cool and makes me feel more like I'm really your boy."
I patted his cheek, "That's right, you are my boy".

Bruce cleaned the clipped pubic hairs off the bathroom floor as I looked
over his new leather toys. Wow, very nice leather, strong leather smells
too. Still, any way you look at it these devices are weird.  Reading the
instructions for proper usage got me chuckling at the ludicrousness of it
all, but I had to admit that it's hot too. Checked the doorway between the
bedroom and bathroom and sure enough, Bruce had already screwed in some
heavy-duty hooks at either end of the top door molding to hang from while
wearing the wrist restraints. The hooks need to support his weight which
I'd guess is about a hundred and twenty pounds. Bruce is a slim lad
alright. Finishing the clean-up, Bruce can hardly contain his
excitement. First he pulled on the leather shorts with the front and back
openings exposing his newly shaved crotch in front and hairless buttocks in
back. I buckled the attached leather belt at the back and goosed his hot
ass as Bruce squirmed in the leather shorts. The belt portion was
bellybutton height and the legs extended down to just above his knees.  I
liked these better than the leather pants because I like rubbing Bruce's
thin calves which are now exposed and looking so cool. Then he put on the
posture-collar, this preposterous thing which is made of stiff leather fits
around his neck and is supported by his collarbones at the bottom and under
his jaw bone at top, forcing his chin up awkwardly; it looked very
uncomfortable but Bruce played with his firming cock as I buckled in the
devise at the back of his neck. He muttered, "Ohhh, this is so sexy, I like
this a lot!" His head was slightly at an upward angle so eye contact was
difficult. Bruce tended to look away whenever I looked him in the eyes
anyway so no loss there. Then I buckled on the wrist restraints; they're
tight on his wrists extending halfway up his forearm for extra support.
Then I had to guide him onto a stool because the posture-collar prevented
Bruce from looking down at his feet.  He steps up on the stool, lifts his
arms, and I hooked the ring of each wrist restraint onto the hooks at
either side of the door frame, kicked the stool away and Bruce swung back
and forth in the doorway. His feet were only a couple of inches off the
floor.  If he bent his foot forward he could almost touch the floor with
his big toe.

There are a lot of ways to incapacitate a person, this is as good a way as
there is.  I asked, "Is it too much strain on your arms, Bruce?"  He goes,
"No, not at all.  This is awesome." Before attaching the thirty-inch metal
spreading bar to his ankles I leaned down to lift one of his legs by
cupping it under the calf with one hand, then cupping under the heel with
my other hand.  I brought his foot to my nose as his whole body rocked
forward gently. Inhaling the odor from his foot, I rubbed my hand up and
down his calf; awesome legs on this kid. Inhaling so close to his foot
seemed to produce a much stronger foot odor than usual and had my nuts
moving in their sac immediately. Bruce whines, "I'm sorry about my dirty
feet Geoff, I got up late this morning and didn't have time to shower."
Ignoring that, I inhaled again, then rubbed my nose on his foot to capture
some of the odor in my sinuses. Sexy smell, sexy as hell.  I licked his
foot and sucked his toes until the taste was strong in my mouth, then did
the same to his other foot. We both had boners; Bruce from the leather
bondage and me from my ever-developing foot fetish.  After letting go of
the second foot, I stroked my cock as Bruce swung to and fro.  Then I went
right up to him and rubbed my fingers through his hair again while stroking
his little boner for him. Bruce closed his eyes and moaned, his
posture-collar making it impossible for him to move his neck and his head
had very little range of movement as well. This seemed to be a big turn-on
for Bruce.

Part of the turn-on for me is to be able to do whatever I want with him,
he's truly powerless. I did a quick suck and lick of each his nipples which
is one of my favorite things to do to Dajuan.  Both of Bruce's nipples were
stiff and sticking out when I was done with them and now not only both his
feet, but both his nipples are dripping with my spit as well. I used his
boner as a short handle to push him backward then pull him forward then
back again getting his body swinging freely in the doorway. It's impossible
for him to look down so, looking at the ceiling, he goes, "What the... wha?
Ooooh, please stroke my dick for me again, Geoffrey." I gave him another
push, then began getting the buckles on the legs spreader ready to strap
around Bruce's ankles.  His body came to a stop soon enough and I attached
the leather ankle restraints. God, it's erotic seeing him hanging there so
totally immobilized. Naked, shaved pubes, head tilted upward, arms over his
head stretched out and attached to hooks holding him off the floor, his
feet spread apart... good God, talk about dominating someone!  If I put my
foot on the spreader bar Bruce couldn't move his body at all.  He groaned,
"Oh Geoff, I feel like I'm going to cum already" precum dripping from his
pee slit.

Pushing the spreader bar with my foot got him swinging again as I took off
my clothes.  My boner bounced in front of me when I freed it from my jockey
underwear.  I gotta admit, this really is hot; Bruce has himself a winner
here. Taking a thin leather strip I tie it tightly around the top of his
scrotum, right under his boner.  "That'll slow up your climax, Bruce." He's
mumbling, "That's too tight", as I reach up and tie another thin leather
strip around his head just under his nose so he can smell the strong
leather scent. Bruce stopped bitching about the tight wrap on his nuts as
he began concentrated on the leather smell. "Ahhhh... Mmmmm... Ohhh."  I
put on the leather gloves and, with my foot on the spreader bar began
rubbing his motionless body.  His boner got tighter and tighter, drip drip
drip.  He was putting out a lot of aroused, labored breathing as he tried
squirming in his bonds, barely able to move at all. More precum and I was
now wicked
 horny myself so, even though he hadn't gotten off himself yet, I took off
a glove so I could collect precum from Bruce's cock and spread it on my
boner, his precum and mine will do for lube. Then, pushing Bruce backward
to allow me to get past him and into the bathroom, and then behind him, I
stood up against his back lining up my boner, held him around his waist and
plowed my cock up his ass, way up his ass.  "Arggggg, owwww!" he goes, but
it felt so fantastic to me and so I just kept pushing it in until my pubes
were pressed against his buttocks and held myself there.  "No Geoff, that
hurts!" I rubbed his nipples with the hand wearing the glove and murmured,
"Shhhh, Bruce. It'll feel good in a minute. That's my good boy, shhhh." He
calmed down quickly and I withdrew most of the way out and rammed it right
back in saying, "Good boy, Bruce." Then again pulling it out and pushing it
in, smoother this time, it was sliding up his ass easier now. Letting go of
his waist I let him swing some as I fucked him steadily with the motion of
his swinging body doing the work, he moaned, "I'm going to cum, I'm right
there!  Stroke my cock for me, Geoff... please!" What a new feeling;
Bruce's new helpless circumstances made it unique to say the least.  He had
no say whatsoever about anything; I generally just ignored his pleas.  It
felt so good having his swinging body drift on and then almost off my cock,
then back toward me as my boner disappears inside him with Bruce whining,
"Please, stroke your boy's little cock for him, Geoff!" Putting that off
for the moment I reached up behind his head to undo the slip knot for the
leather strip that was on his upper lip, then reached in front to do the
same for the strip tied tightly at the top of his scrotum... Bruce groaned,
"ohhhh, that's so nice..." It was getting close to my climax, so I wrapped
my arms around his chest and did very fast humps in and out of his hole,
four inch penetrations real fast for a full minute; only sounds of pleasure
from Bruce then, until a frantic, "I'm gonna cum." I finally reached around
him to stroke his hard four inch spike and cum immediately flashed out in
tight strings with Bruce gasping one long "Ahhhhh!" He fired four nice,
long-distance cum shots and then drools of spunk as I continued stroking
him with my gloved hand, pumping his asshole with my fat-headed six inch
boner.

He'd closed his sphincter muscles when ejaculating each string of cum and
that had me right on the edge of climaxing, but I managed to hold off and
calm down to fuck his ass another five minutes or so before seeing stars
and blasting off filling his bowels with cum as I grunted and moaned in
ecstasy. I humped his swinging ass for a few extra minutes then pulled out,
dizzy with the sensations of my climax.  Backing up a few feet, I plopped
down on the toilet seat and watched my cum drooling from the swaying
asshole of my submissive boy Bruce, and running down the inside of his
legs.  After catching my breath I asked if he wanted me to get him down but
he wanted to hang there for awhile longer, "It was as hot as I thought it
would be, Geoff. You make my world so fantastic and I don't know how I
could ever love anyone as much as I love you."  "Even when I spank you?" I
asked.  He says, in a manner indicating he can hardly believe it himself,
"Even then, I've been getting a hard-on from the spankings of late. I love
being your boy!"  I go over and whack his drooling ass a couple of times
which gets us both laughing. Then, what the hell, I worked my dick back up
his ass again and fucked him for anther ten minutes.  It felt so good in
there. Bruce wanted to get down after that because he said his arms were
numb.  I got him down and massaged the feeling back into his arms, then
fucked him a third time doggy style, we both had a second climax
eventually.  I love submissive boys and Bruce has to be near the head of
the class. We showered together shampooing each other's hair and making out
under the spray.  Then we scrubbed the spots on each other's backs that are
hard to reach when showering alone.

When Bruce was driving me home a little later he kept looking over at me
with his cute grin, he did it a number of times until I asked, "What the
fuck's so funny?" He says, "Nothing's funny, it's just so much fun to be in
love, that's all." I go, "Right back at ya, bro."  We made plans to go to
the movies tonight before he dropped me off. Bruce can't chill with me
Saturday night because of a family dinner for a grandparent so that sucks.
Dajuan's already out for the weekend with food poisoning; oh well, I can
use a little down time myself. Thinking about Bruce before dinner I
concluded that he's got his faults, but overall I gotta say he's an awesome
friend and this crazy bondage sex is uber hot!

I called Dajuan that night but he was in bed sleeping, exhausted from the
rigors of food poisoning. His mother said the doctor at the hospital
insisted he stay in bed through Sunday. Whoa, sounds bad. Then, out of the
blue, Garrett calls me.  It was like, "Um, hi Geoffrey, it's Garrett
calling."  I go, "Hi Garrett, 'sup?" He says, "Ahhh, um, that is... my
sister says you're going out on a date with her.  Are you?" I say, "Yes, a
week from Saturday, we're going to the movies, why?" He's quiet, so I ask
again, "Why are you asking me about that, Garrett? Don't ya want me to go
to the movies with your sister?"  He mumbles, "It's not fair, that's all."
I say, "You think I should be going on a date with you instead?" He says,
"Yeah, I guess I do.  We made-out and you made me cum in my pants,
remember?"  I go, "Vaguely... Are you that wicked cute Garrett from my high
school?  Is that the Garrett I'm talking to?"  He says, "Oh, don't be like
that, Geoff."

He's so sweet, I ask, "Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night,
Garrett?"  He gets excited, "Really? No kidding?" I go, "I'm serious, but
you need to drive because I don't know if I can use my grandparent's car."
Garrett's like, "Sure, I'll bring the Volvo convertible, my mom always lets
me drive it.  This is great!" I tell him where I live and we make
plans. After hanging up the phone I'm thinking, "OK, I gotta work all day
tomorrow and now I have something to look forward to after work. I'm not
the least bit horny right now, but twenty-four hours from now... oh Yeah!"

to be continued

Donny  Mumford         thinat20@yahoo.com