[This story is intended for legally adult readers only. Bound Trade was inspired by a video, but it is a work of fiction and makes no reference to any real person.
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Bound Trade
The guy just sits there on the couch, legs spread to give me access, and looks down at his cock over the tattoos on his hard belly. He is so tough and hot with his shaved head, goatee, and snaking tats -- but -- he just sits there. His dick reaches past his belly button. It's solidly thick, uncut, and leaks constantly. I love the heat of that long, skin-covered dick, and I love drinking a steady flow of pre-cum from it.
This is the best deal in the world. He says he's straight, but he keeps coming back. He's a top, yet he is oddly passive. He let's me use his body as if he were bond or paralyzed. I suck that meaty dick and he sits there with his tattoo-covered arms loose by his side. No sound. No sign he that likes what I'm doing, but if I nudge him, he'll roll over on his knees so I can lick his asshole.
When my tongue is tired and his scent is all slurped away, I flip him again and then sit on his pole. He'll put his hands behind his head and let me ride - no sound, no eye-contact. He stares at my cock slapping his hard abs. If I stop to rest he starts pumping into me instantly, moving only his hips. With his arms up I can bend into his pits. They're dark and musky. Soon the smell and taste of him gets to me and I start moving with his thrusts. When I do, though, he stops and it's up to me to keep impaling myself on his hard, straight rod as if it were just a warm-blooded dildo.
He is steel-hard from the point when he strips and plops down on my couch with legs spread. Although he doesn't seem remotely involved in what I'm doing to him, his dick never droops an inch, it remains as stiff as any cock can be and the pre-cum never stops ozzing from the slit.
Being "straight" is so important to him. He's tied up with the thought and can't think his way past it. He pretends to ignore what I'm doing, but his burning ass quivers and opens for my tongue. His cock shouldn't rise for me but it's hard before he even drops his jeans. Yet, he must think that if he moves too much, it means he's enjoying what he came here for, so he pretends that he does not want to enjoy it. He just lies there for me. No doubt though, he's enjoying it. I sometimes hear him stifle a moan as I tease his ass open with my tongue. He doesn't want to moan when my tongue is up his ass or when his throbbing cock head is swallowed by my throat, but he does. And he keeps bringing cock and ass back to me. He keeps stripping off his cloths so that I can get to them, and when I get tired of working him over I push him off the couch and lie down on my stomach. He doesn't have to be told what to do. He definitely knows, but, even so, he acts as if it were a job.
Once I set up a video cam and filmed him mounting me. He knew the camera was on. He didn't care. I could watch him taking deliberate aim with his pre-cum slick dick. He slid in slowly. The expression on his face never changed. On film I watched how his creamy ass tensed and dimpled as he dug his hooded, bare cock into me. The lighting was perfect. The intricate tattoos on his back and arms glistened with sweat. His long cock showed clearly on film, slick and shiny as he sawed it into me. He set up a steady drive -- in and out, in and out. I remember feeling it deep. It's always incredible having this conflicted straight boy pumping in my ass.
On video it is obvious when his rhythm starts breaking down. Alone, I watch that part over and over again and jack myself until the pre-cum froths under my foreskin. I've calculated that the 12 minute mark is where he starts tingling inside. You can see the muscles in his ass and legs tighten then. His thrusts become harder, deeper, more impatient. While I watch the video I can still feel those tough jabs that he drove into me. There are 45 more seconds of ecstatic, spastic drilling before he slams his hips against my ass and holds in tight while he injects himself into me. The first three shots burned in my gut. I see myself throw my head back when I feel them. I wish I could honestly say I felt all 15 seconds of him unloading into me -- delivering his load of steaming straight guy cum. Watching his ass quiver and legs shake on the video seduces me into thinking that I actually did feel each and every spasm, but the truth is that, after his first three bursts, I shot off myself, my ass ring clamped down on him. I came spontaneously onto the couch. My body spasmed around his rigid cock and the feel of his hot cum pooling in my gut was lost in the chaos of my own orgasm. When I jack off to this video, I imagine feeling every living drop that he plants. That triggers my own dick to explode and sling cum into the air, across my chest, and puddle on my abs. My ass instinctively clinches as if it were desperate to hold every once of him inside.
When he fucked me I came without touching myself, but I furiously beat my meat every time I watch it. It would have been devastatingly hot if he had jacked me while fucking. But he made a point of not voluntarily touching me. He simply rode me, arms propping him up while his pelvis pounded my ass.
Every time he visits he lets me lick his asshole until it quivers. He lets me suck his long dick and slide my tongue under his foreskin, but he never holds my cock. I've seen him stare at it but he never reaches for it. That would be gay, he says quietly, without any meanness.
Although he pumps ropes of cum into me, he'll never jerk me off, twist my nipples, or lick my tight abs. He'll especially never kiss me or touch me with his face. It would be too much for him to handle. He's not gay - he says. He is bound by some masochistic impulse to not be gay; nevertheless, he arrives quickly whenever I call him. Sometimes he just shows up on his own, walks over to the couch, and drops his pants letting his stiff prick bounce free. It sounds unlikely that a straight guy would want this kind of sex so regularly, but he does. I have it on film.
2011.04.17 Tyde_2000@yahoo.com