In the Basement (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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This story is based on truth [or at least as I remember it], only the names have been changed to protect the privacy of those who haven't given their permission to be mentioned in this memory.
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IN THE BASEMENT
When we moved into the house in Western Grove we were at the end of a dead end street. We only had a neighbor on one side and that's where Stan lived with his younger sister Pat and their parents. My sister and Pat were the same age and I was one year older than Stan.
Our parents quickly became friends and Stan and I automatically were thrown together.
On Sunday afternoons Stan's parents bowled during the winter -- his sister went to my house to play while Stan and played in his basement.
Stan's folks had just left and he came back down to the basement with what looked like a small tackle or tool box.
"My uncle Hank gave me this stuff," he said, placing the box on the table and opening it.
Stan's uncle Hank had just finished high school and was attending the local junior college.
I looked into the box and saw that there were several pairs of handcuffs, some shiny chrome chains and a bunch of small padlocks.
"He said he thought we could use this stuff when we played cops and robbers. I put handcuffs on Pat last night only her hands were so small she could just slip right out of them. When she put them on me I couldn't get free until she used the key to release me.
His eager face said he thought it was fun. We had tied one another up with ropes before but the victim had always been able to escape with a bit of effort. This sure sounded different.
"After she unlocked me I had her cuff me again, only this time with my hands behind me. It felt so neat I went to bed that way and only had her unlock me when we got up this morning."
I started looking through the box, there were three pairs of cuffs -- one with larger cuffs which I figured out were leg irons -- several lengths of chain, two with single cuffs on one end -- at least a dozen padlocks which all used the same key and a couple of elastic bandages where marked "blindfold."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked as a flush of excitement washed over me.
"Why don't you chain me to the hide-a-bed all stretched out -- I've been thinking about that ever since I woke up this morning."
Stan pulled the cushions off the sofa and opened it out into a bed. The metal frame around the mattress looked like it was designed for this.
Stan kicked off his shoes, hopped into the middle of the bed, spread out his arms and legs and said, "Okay, tie me down."
It didn't take very long to properly follow his instructions and he did look good lying there helpless.
"Wrap the bandage around my eyes so I can't see," he asked and I did.
"How long do you want to stay that way?" I asked, feeling a desire to trade places with him.
The little imp wiggled a bit and grinned up at me, "Can you strip me so that I'm completely naked?"
We had tied each other up naked before when one of us lost a game of strip poker, but I had never undressed him myself.
"I'll have to unchain you to undress you," I said.
"I know, but only one leg or arm at a time, I want to feel like I don't have a choice."
I unlocked one wrist and took his arm out of this shirtsleeve, then refastened it in place. After doing the same thing on the other side, I pulled his shirt off over his head and just stood back looking at his cute, bare torso.
Knowing that Stan was extremely ticklish, I lightly ran my finger up and down his side from waist to armpit, causing him to giggle and squirm, trying unsuccessfully to pull away from me.
"Please stop!" he finally said between fits of laughter. "I can't stand it!"
"I've always wanted a tickle victim who couldn't get away," I said with a leer, "this is just too good an opportunity to let it pass."
Stan struggled to get away, but he was held tight and there was nothing he could do but laugh, beg and plead with me to stop.
After allowing him to calm down a bit, I unlocked one ankle, pulled his pants and underpants all the way down and off and then reattached the ankle to the bed. With a quick momentary release of his other ankle to finish removing his clothes, he was now both completely helpless and stark naked.
Stan's 3-1/2 inch cock stood at full attention, quivering with excitement. His almost hairless body, he was just starting to grow a few hairs under his arms and in his groin, was stretched tight.
Just looking at Stan's delightful nakedness was causing my own cock to strain against the confines of my briefs, creating a noticeable tent in the front of my trousers.
I started to reach down to rearrange myself then thought, 'what the hell, Stan's naked and blindfolded, so why don't I just undress and be comfortable myself.' Quietly I undressed so that Stan wouldn't know I had joined him in his nudity.
The continued broad grin on Stan's face, combined with his maintained erection, showed for certain that he was still completely turned on by his naked helpless condition.
I reached down and lightly pinched one of his dime-sized light brown nipples. Stan gasped with surprise and then asked me to do it again on the other side. I grasped them both at the same time, pinching lightly and felt them both harden at my touch.
Next, I reached down and ran my hand under his smooth nut sack, cupping it and pulling it away from his crotch slightly.
Stan let out a yelp of surprise and his cock seemed to stand up even stronger than before, only now a shimmering clear drop of pre-cum was quickly growing at the very tip of his circumcised member.
Without releasing my hold on his balls, I leaned over and captured the droplet on the tip of my tongue. Stan squirmed and moaned with pleasure as I savored my first taste of another boy's male essence. The flavor was sweet and salty, one I was unlikely to forget. I knew I wanted more.
I leaned down again, this time capturing the entire head of Stan's prick in my mouth, closing my lips around the glans and running my tongue around and around while periodically sticking it into the piss slit on the very tip.
Slowly I worked my way downward until the cockhead was approaching the back of my mouth and my lips were pressed tightly against his hairless crotch. I held his throbbing organ in this manner for a bit and then slowly pulled back until my lips were pursed against the very tip as if I were exchanging a kiss.
Stan moaned and groaned with pleasure, bucking his hips upward as I started my next downward plunge, trying to drive himself into my hot moist oral cavity.
This time when I reached bottom I held there longer while creating suction and running my tongue all over the invading column of hard flesh.
Up and down, up and down I moved on the blood-filled love-pole, at the same time pulling and gently squeezing his cum-filled nuts.
Suddenly Stan let out a loud grunt and began filling my mouth with his hot juice. It came so hard and fast that it was all I could do to swallow it down before another load filled my mouth again.
Finally his orgasm subsided and I was able to suck out the last of his load before sitting back up to savor the tastes of him still coating my tongue, while I once again surveyed the lovely sight of his naked body spread out in front of me.
Stan's breath was returning to normal and he was once again able to speak rather than just moan and groan in the throws of passion.
"Man," he said, "that was fantastic. I just wish I could have seen what you were doing."
"You're the one who wanted to be blindfolded," I reminded him.
"What did it taste like?" he asked.
"Great," I said licking my lips.
"I want to try doing to you what you just did to me."
I smiled. "Okay, we can change positions." I started to release his wrist.
"No, don't let me up. You can kneel across my chest and stick your cock into my mouth like that. Only please take off the blindfold, I want to see what you're doing this time."
I did as he asked, he was a bit surprised to see that I was already naked, and when I straddled his chest with my knees right under his armpits my cock was positioned directly over his mouth. I packed a pillow up under his head and then leaned forward, he opened wide, and my cock slid into his mouth like a car into a garage.
Since he was still tied down I had to provide most of the motion, but he certainly knew how to work his lips and tongue around my rigid shaft. I was still somewhat excited from sucking him off and it didn't take very long at all for me to start firing load after load of hot boy-jism into his anxious mouth.
As my orgasm died Stan started sucking harder -- almost as if he wanted to suck my balls out through my cock. The head was extremely sensitive and I had to pull back after a bit.
"Hey," he said, "I wasn't done with that." He raised his head as far as he could and reached for my softening cock with his tongue.
I pulled back a bit more, just out of his reach.
"No fair, I want that plug back in my mouth."
"Just wait a bit, I won't run away. It needs time to recover."
As I climbed off his chest, I saw that his cock was at full erection and again oozing pre-cum in large quantities, some of it running down the cockshaft and pooling at the base. I leaned down, cleaning the shaft and lapping up the small puddle with my tongue before once again sucking his plumb-shaped cockhead into my mouth.
Stan complained, "What about me -- I want something to suck on too."
I turned my body around with my knees back on each side of him only this time I was facing his crotch. I lowered my cock into his mouth and then resumed my own oral ministrations on his rigid member.
Stan wasted no time showing down on my quickly hardening love-pole. The way he was going at it I was sure it wouldn't be long before I once again painted his throat with hot love juice. Since I wanted more of his juices as well, I increased my efforts, matching him stroke for stroke.
The feeling of being sucked while sucked was almost more than I could handle. As I felt my nuts starting to pull tight and issue their load, I tasted the first spurt of Stan's next passionate explosion. At almost the exact same moment both of us fired long and hard into the waiting receptacles.
As our orgasms died my strength seemed to fade and I collapsed onto Stan pushing my cock deep into his mouth while I took his entire member into mine.
Stan worked my now flaccid cock out of his mouth. "You're heavy, I'm having trouble breathing down here," he said nipping at my cockshaft.
I pulled off him, releasing his cock at the same time. Turning around I lay back down beside him, suing his outstretched arm as a pillow while I rubbed my hand up and down his satin-like body, both tweaking his nipples and cupping his cock and balls.
A few minutes later I released Stan from the bed -- he worked his arms and legs a bit before standing.
"Was that what you wanted?" I asked with a smile.
"Even better," he replied and bent over to kiss my nipple.
"Next time I get tied down," I said, "and I'm looking forward to it.