From: wi.5497@wizvax.methuen.ma.us
Subject: story: Summer Games (was memoir)
Date: 28 Aug 92 20:44:35 GMT

Sorry about that, I forgot that wizvax cuts off anything after '--'.  Let me
try this again.

Well, this was supposed to be a very short memoir (a few hundred words or so),
but I just got a little carried away.  Anyway, here it is; I hope my time was
well spent on it.  This is my first story, so if anyone cares to comment on it,
please be gentle (or at least be helpful).  BTW, this memoir is true, although
I felt obliged to embellish it just a bit to make it more readable.  I also had
to improvise where my memory was a bit fuzzy.  But, all in all, this is a true
story (mostly).  It is also one of several sexual/bondage experiences I had as
a young boy; so if you like it, let me know if you would like to hear the others
(but I can't promise that the other stories will be forthcoming any time soon).

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                                  Summer Games
                                    by Hatch

     Charlie and I often slept over at one another's house, especially in the
summer.  On the occasions when we slept at my house, we would always be allowed
to sleep in the upstairs portion of my house, which was actually a single very
large room.  The upstairs was not considered a bedroom so much as a storage
room for old furniture, toys, and clothes.  However, since I did not have a 
room of my own, I was allowed to sleep up there whenever I had a friend over;
also, we very much enjoyed having that big, mysterious room to ourselves.  The
best thing about this situation was that we had relative privacy.
     One summer when I was ten (and Charlie was about a year younger), I had an
inspiration.  For some years now I had been becoming increasingly interested in
what at the time I had considered nasty and dirty activities (although I now
see them as being quite innocent and rather normal, albeit less than common).
Whenever I was alone in the house (usually after school, since my older siblings
got home later than me and my parents were at work), I would go upstairs and
indulge myself.  Sometimes I would practice locking myself in my handcuffs
(the metal, police style type) and then freeing myself using the keys and 
even, after a mild stroke of genius, a bobby pin.  And sometimes, when I 
managed to overcome my fear of being caught, I would remove all my clothes and
experiment with various forms of self bondage; this was facilitated by the 
presence of a full size poster bed in the upstairs room.  Or, on other
occasions, I would simply go naked while daring myself to stand close to the 
windows or go downstairs, or even to walk nude, in broad daylight, out onto the
upstairs porch, which was surrounded on three sides by peaked roofs (the
upstairs room was inside the largest peak) and open on the fourth side to one of
our neighbors, (which I succeeded in doing once, but that's another story).
Soon, these things began to loose my interest, and I let my mind wander.  After
a short while of thinking, my sexually precocious mind came up with some very
interesting ideas.  For example, I decided it would be fun to sleep in the nude,
perhaps out on the porch.  In addition, I came to realize that it would be much
more fun to be tied up naked by someone else (as opposed to self bondage, from
which it was, necessarily, possible to escape).  Unfortunately, I realized,
these things would be nearly imposible to do alone.  That's when I had the
inspiration.
     It was fairly simple really.  All it would take would be a little nerve.
Charlie and I were already accostumed to playing escape games where we would
take turns being tied up and trying to escape.  But the real fun was in not
being able to escape.  I knew that Charlie felt the same way because whenever
he was unable to escape, he would not ask me to untie him for a good half 
hour or so after he had stopped struggling to get free, and likewise with me.
So my plan was to ask Charlie, the next time he slept over, if he would like to
do some of these things with me.  It wasn't that I found Charlie sexually
attractive, on the contrary, at that age I really didn't feel any sexual
interest in anyone's body but my own (I suppose I was quite the little
narcissist).  However, Charlie was a trusted friend and confidant, so I knew
that he wouldn't tell anyone else, even if he did not want to participate.
     The next time Charlie came to visit for the night it was a weekend, and my
older brothers were on a camping trip, so conditions were ideal for two naughty
little boys to play some sex games.  Fortunately, my parents didn't like to
climb up the stairs unless they absolutely had to--if they needed us for
something, they would simply open the door to the stairwell and yell up to us.
When Charlie arrived, it was just getting dark, and we went on upstairs after
telling my parents that we were going to play up there for a while before going
to bed.  When we got upstairs, I asked Charlie, "Do you want to play something
different than we've ever played before?"
     "Sure," he said, "what?"
     "Something that we would have to keep secret, that we could get in trouble
for," I prodded.
     "Well--okay, what?"
     "I don't know.  You might not like it.  You might be too shy to do it," I
said, further baiting him, while also being cautious.
     "Just tell me what it is already," he said, getting a little annoyed.
     "Okay," I said, "but promise me you'll at least try it."
     "If you do it, I'll do it," he said emphatically.
     "Okay," I said.  "You know how we usually sleep in our underwear?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Well, how about if we didn't sleep in our underwear either?"
     "You mean sleep in nothing at all," he asked incredulously.
     "Sure, it'd be fun.  And besides, no one would see us but us," I assured
him.  "Whadaya say?"
     "I dunno, I quess," he replied, wavering a little in his thoughts.
     "Alright," I said enthusiastically, "let's get undressed now."
     "Well--you do it, and then I'll do it," he hesitated.
   I then began, slightly awkwardly, to undress:  first my shoes and socks, then
my shirt.  I felt strange doing this, it was almost like doing a strip tease for
my best friend.  Then I peeled off my jeans.  I hesitated for a moment, holding
the waistband of my underpants.  This was the moment of truth.  If I didn't do
this now, I might never get the chance to do it again.  So I decided to just do
it, and I jerked down my briefs, making my penis flop up and down a little bit,
and let them drop to the floor.  So there I stood with all the secrets of my
thin, white, prepubescent body exposed to my friend.  He stood before me for a
few moments with a look of amazement on his face, as though he hadn't really
believed that I would do it.  Then, slowly, a grin began to creep across his
thin lips, and suddenly, he began to yank off his own clothes, not even
hesitating with his shorts.
     Strangely, when I had undressed before Charlie, I did not get an erection
right away like I did when I was alone on other occasions--I suppose I was
simply too nervous.  However, when Charlie was finished stripping, and we stood
staring at each other's naked bodies, we both simultaneously began to experience
sexual arousal, as our flaccid little genitals quickly grew into full erections.
We then began to giggle with excitement and relief, each knowing that the other
was equally sexually wicked (for wicked is how we were raised to think about
such activities, although now, as an adult, I no longer feel any guilt).
     I never told Charlie, but seeing him naked for the first time gave me a
good feeling inside.  Part of it was simply the joy of a shared secret
experience, but the other part was that his body was neither worse nor better
looking than mine, and therefore, aesthetically appealing.  Of course, I had
seen him in only underwear many times before but had never really noticed his
slightly smaller body, or compared it to mine.  His frame was also rather thin,
but not boney, and he also had smooth milky-white skin.  Before, I had been a
little bit envious of his pale blue eyes, mostly because my green eyes seemed to
be so common.  Now, I also wished that instead of my reddish-blond hair, I had
his very fine strands of platinum-blond, because his hair didn't stand out so
sharply against his pale skin, like mine stood out against my snowy complexion.
So aside from hair and eye color and our difference in size (I was about 75
pounds and he was probably about ten pounds lighter), our bodies were very
similar.  The main difference was that he was circumcised and I was not.

     Then Charlie asked, "what do we do now?"
     "Just what we always do," I said, "we play."
     "Okay, what would you like to play?" he said with a hint of suspicion in
his slightly shaking voice.
     "Oh, how about, I don't know, maybe, wrestling?"
     "Yeah, wrestling, okay, we haven't done that in a long time."
Then we hopped up onto the bed and immediately began to wrestle.  Although the
object of the game for us was to try to pin the other one down, the game only
ended when we were both too tired to wrestle anymore.  We grappled with each
other the same way we did clothed: not caring what parts we grabbed hold of or
rubbed against.  I suppose the familiarity of the game helped us feel at ease
and forget that we were stark naked.  At one point I remember him getting me
into a head scissors with his genitals held against my neck and my face pressed
into his small bottom.  This position was more than likely unintentional, but,
none the less, I later got revenge on him by pinning him on his back with my
bare bottom resting on his chest and my knees folded over his shoulders (my
lower legs were under his shoulder blades); I then straightened up onto my knees
and leaned forward until his face was wedged into my crotch.  Afterward each was
more aware of what he was doing to the other.  Soon after that episode, however,
we tired of wrestling and just lay on the bed, our bodies covered with blotches
of tomato-red skin.
     After a brief respite, I was eager to move on to another activity, so I
went to the cluster of old toys and brought out a bag which contained the
collection of ropes that we used to play our bondage/escape game.
     "How about a few rounds of rope escape before we go to bed," I asked while
I held up the bag.
     "You mean--like this," he asked, referring to our nudity.
     "Yeah, it'll be fun.  How about it?"
     "Alright--but you go first."  That was fine with me, since I was anxious to
try this experiment.
     "Sure, that's fine.  How about if you tie me with my arms and legs spread
out to each post of the bed?"
     I then jumped up onto the bed and sprawled out waiting for Charlie to begin
tying me.  Fortunately, there were enough ropes to do the job, but I still had
to coach Charlie a little (as usual).  I had him take up all the slack he had
left in the ropes so that all four of my limbs were fully stretched out.  I also
had to point out to him that he had tied one of the knots where I could reach it
(it just didn't feel as good if I knew that I could easily get out).  Soon
enough though, I was securely bound, and any struggling caused uncomfortable
tension on my wrists and ankles.  I suddenly realized that I had become aroused
again, while Charlie was busy tying me up, when I looked down along the tight-
stretched skin of my chest and stomach, and noticed that my normally tiny
phallus was large and rigid again.  I also noticed that every one of my ribs was
showing clearly through the thin, taut skin of my chest.  Since I had always
been self-conscious about being so skinny that my ribs sometimes showed through
my skin, this felt like an additional exposure.  Strangely, (or so it seemed at
the time) this added to the pleasure I felt from being tied up naked.
     After a relatively short period of time, (probably about twenty minutes or
so) I asked Charlie to untie me because my shoulders and hips had become sore.
Then it was Charlie's turn.  Not being as creative as me, he didn't have a
preferred position, so I used our normal one:  I took one of the longer pieces
of rope and wound it tightly around his ankles in a figure-eight fashion and
tied the ends together.  Then I turned him onto his belly, crossed his hands
behind his back, and wound another length of rope several times cross-wise and
then several more times length-wise around his slender, reed-like wrists and
tied the knot so that he couldn't possibly reach it with his fingers.  With his
wrists tied in this criss-cross position it was nearly impossible for him to
simply wiggle out of it; I know because this is the way I usually had him tie
me and I was never able to escape.  In about the same amount of time that I was
tethered to the bedposts, Charlie began to feel tired and asked me to free him.
But before he was too tired, I had him tie me up one more time; this time
though, I intended to stay tied up all night long.
     First, I bound my own ankles in the figure-eight as I had done Charlie,
since he usually didn't get it quite as snug as I liked it.  Then I had another
bright idea.
     "Wait a sec Charlie.  Before you tie my hands, go get the duct tape out of
that box over by the toys.  I want you to tape my mouth shut."  We had used
this tape before, although not very often, since all we had to do while one of
us was enveloped in ropes was to talk, and a one person conversation quickly
got boring.  "Hey, that's not fair.  I didn't get to be tied up with my mouth
taped," Charlie complained.
     "Well, you said you were too tired to be tied up anymore.  What if I just
taped your mouth before you finish tying me up.  That way you could wear the
tape all night if you want.  Would that be good enough."  I usually knew just
how to appease Charlie.
     "Yeah, okay.  I guess that'd be all right," he said, satisfied.
     So then I began taping his mouth somewhat more elaborately than usual.  I
tore off a long piece and stuck it on face; it ran from just beside his eye
down, across his mouth, and underneath his jaw on the opposite side.  The tape
was so wide and his face so small that this one piece would have been enough to
do the job, but I wasn't satisfied.  Then I tore off another long strip and
pasted it on his face in the other direction, so that now he had a large X
across his face.  And then I put yet another long piece straight across his
mouth, running from ear to ear.  Now, everything below his eyes and nose was a
mass of tape.  He got up and looked in a mirror near the bed and seemed to be
rather pleased.  "Now that's the way I want you to do me when you finish tying
me up," I said.
     Before I let Charlie tie my hands, I had another idea.  I took the two
extra ropes and tied the figure-eight both above and below my knees.  That felt
good; now my small, thin legs felt completely secured.  Finally, Charlie tied
my hands behind my back in the criss-cross position and taped my mouth just as
I had taped his.  Soon enough, I was relaxed and beginning to feel tired; and
after a short while, I could hear the steady, rythmic breathing of Charlie
sleeping, and that helped to lull me to sleep.
     I'm not sure how long I slept, but, when I woke up, it was still dark, and
my arms ached.  I suppose it was caused by the strain of my arms being held in
the same position nearly all night long.  I then tried to wake Charlie, but the
multiple layers of tape over my mouth held firm, and I could hardly make a
sound.  I was finally able to rouse him by kick-shoving him with my legs.  When
he turned on the light to look at me, I turned my back to him and stuck my bound
hands out toward him, and he caught on and untied me.  I untied my legs and
turned out the light.  But just before I drifted back off to sleep, I decided I
was ready to put my underwear back on; this made me feel more comfortable, and I
then once more fell asleep.  In what I thought was a short time later, I awoke
again with the almost painful pressure of a full bladder (I had forgotten to
relieve myself before we started our little escapade).  So then I got up and
walked downstairs and went to the bathroom just down the hall from the stairwell
door.  I was not quite fully awake until I entered the bathroom, turned on the
light, and felt my heart nearly leap out of my chest as I looked down at my
body.  I hadn't actually put my underwear back on as I had thought.  I was still
totally nude!  I also had dark-red rope-shaped welts imprinted on my wrists,
ankles, and legs, and the tape still covered most of my face. If my parents saw
me, I would suffer extreme embarassment and probably be in much trouble as
well.  As I relieved myself and began to peel the tape off my face, I tried to
reassure myself that my parents would not be up at that early hour.  When my
heart had stopped racing, I discarded the tape, turned out the light, and crept
back upstairs, where I found my briefs and made sure to put them on before I
returned to slumber.
     By morning, the welts had diminished to faint red stripes (which I rather
liked the look of, even though I tried to keep them out of sight of my parents).
Charlie and I proceeded through the day in the normal fashion, but did not
discuss what we had done the night before (I suppose we felt a little guilty).
Though these games were neither the only nor the most daring I was to play,
they are the ones that are dearest in my memories, because, I suppose, they
represent my first shared intimacy with another person, even though, of course,
that person was not a sexual partner.