My Paperboy 02 Copyright 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
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Chapter 2
I heard a phone ringing in the distance, at first I thought it was part of what I knew had to be a wonderful dream where I'd just sucked my Asian paperboy off while spread-eagled in my playroom. Only the phone kept ringing and when I tried to reach for it to reply I realized that I was actually spread-eagled in my playroom and a quick look to one side revealed that an Asian boy was lying next to me, fast asleep.
I've always been a gadget nut and one of the ones that I had installed for my personal safety was a voice activated phone, right now sure seemed like a good time to use it.
"Answer phone!" I said loudly into the open air. The ringing stopped and I could hear someone on the other end.
"Hello," a somewhat older voice with a definite Asian accent said.
"Hello," I replied, "Can I help you?"
"Uh, yes, is Bobby Ng there? This is his father."
At this point Bobby had awoken and was looking around the room in a bit of a panic, trying to see where he father was.
"Just a moment sir," I said and turned to Bobby. "Just talk, it is a speaker phone and they can hear you from anywhere in the house."
"Oh, hi Dad," he said, still a bit confused -- he hadn't become fully awake yet.
"When are you coming home? I'm sure Mr. James has more to do than entertain you all night. It is after nine and you have to be up early to deliver your papers."
There was a huge bright flash of lightning followed almost immediately by a monster crash of thunder.
"It's still raining, you wouldn't want me to get hit by lightning would you? That last one was very close."
"You still have to get up so early," his father said.
"No I don't, Kelly is taking over the route in the morning, remember -- that's why I was out collecting the last few bills, I wanted him to have a clean sheet to start."
"He isn't bothering you is he, Mr. James?"
I smiled as I rubbed my knee, almost the only thing I could move, against Bobby's flank. "No sir, he isn't a problem, we had just been talking and watching a movie on the TV, I guess we sort of forgot about the time. He can stay as long as he wants."
Bobby smiled at me, ran his hand up and down my thigh, and then silently kissed the tip of my once again erect cock.
"When the electrical storm ends you come on home, all you'll get is wet then," his father said.
"Okay, Dad," Bobby replied.
I heard the phone on the other end hang up.
"Phone disconnect!" I said loudly into the room and the dial tone abruptly ended.
"That's neat, where did you get something like that?"
"I built it myself, since a have sometimes allowed myself to be put into helpless positions like this I felt that I needed some way to call for help if I couldn't move."
"What if you were also gagged?"
"I have panic buttons all over and I don't think that anyone could make it so that I couldn't reach one of them."
He sat there, still massaging my thigh, as he seemed to be thinking.
Did you ever wake up in a strange place so that you really didn't remember how you got there and have the first voice you heard be your father? Let me tell you, that is something I don't think I ever want to experience again.
I realized that I was naked and in bed with Jim at the same time I heard my father and I almost panicked -- my father was the last person I wanted to see right then. Then I realized that Jim had some sort of speaker-phone arrangement and Dad was still at home.
That crack of lightning and crash of thunder came at exactly the right moment -- Dad had always been a bit frightened by storms, so he wouldn't really want me out in one that was as violent as tonight's. Sometimes it is almost too easy to manipulate him.
"You still have to get up so early," Dad said.
"No I don't, Kelly is taking over the route in the morning, remember -- that's why I was out collecting the last few bills. I wanted him to have a clean sheet to start."
When Jim told him I wasn't bothering him I almost broke out laughing -- somehow I don't think what I was doing was bothering him in the least. I looked over at him as he talked with my father and his cock was at full erection and it looked inviting. I bent over and kissed the very tip, I could taste his pre-cum -- I'm not sure just what I expected it to taste like, I only know that I wanted to taste it and when I did it was as if I was suddenly addicted, I had to have more.
Now I was hoping that the storm would last for days, I wanted to stay right here and try all sorts of new stuff with Jim.
I sat there working my hand up and down Jim's thigh; I had so many conflicting thoughts running through my head I didn't know where to start. I do know that I think I wanted to change places with Jim and yet I was still afraid of being that completely helpless.
"Bobby, there is a key on the hook behind the door, it fits all of the locks. I need you to release me so I can go to the toilet, please," Jim said, breaking into my thoughts.
"Oh, sorry, I should have thought about it before," I replied. I hurried over to get the key and then unlocked Jim from the sofa. He sat up and started moving his arms and legs to work out the stiffness from being in one position for so long.
Next, he took the key from me and started to release the lock that held the hood and harness on me.
"Please, Jim, can I continue to wear them for a little while? They feel so sexy, I've never experienced anything like this before and I really like it."
He snapped the lock back into place and then hung the key back on the hook as he headed for the bathroom. "Okay, if you like -- just remember where the key is if you want it. That one key fits all of the locks in my toy chest except for a few special locking belts and such."
I sat on the edge of the bed while I heard Jim piss into the toilet and then heard it flush. I decided that it was now or never, quickly before he returned I snapped my ankles into the cuffs at the foot of the bed and locked one wrist in at the top -- I was trying, with little success, to lock my remaining wrist into place when Jim returned to the room.
"Well, what have we here?" he said and he reached down and snapped the last cuff shut.
"You looked so sexy lying there I just had to try it myself."
"And?" he asked.
"And it feels just as sexy as it looks." I could feel myself tingling all over, it was almost as if I were plugged into an electrical current. "Has anyone ever spent the entire night like this?"
"Many times -- the only problem is if you have to piss or shit. One time when I was about your age I spent over 24 hours spread-eagled."
"What did you do about the problems you mentioned?"
"I ended up just pissing on myself and held my bowels until I was released. We were camping out and I was lying on the ground. After I pissed in myself the other guys all pissed on me as well so I didn't want to chance the other in case they decided to follow my lead."
"Yuck!" I said, "That sounds disgusting." And at the same time it was exciting, what was happening to me? Was I suddenly becoming addicted to kinky sex after a single experience?
Jim just smiled at me.
I started to release him from the harness and he stopped me, saying it felt real sexy. There is no way I could argue with that -- I thought he looked real sexy that way too. When I returned from going to the toilet I found that he had almost completely locked himself into the cuffs where I had been not all that long ago. I snapped the last wrist cuff into place and sat down next to him.
It had been some time since I'd had a boy a lovely as Bobby spread-eagled anywhere -- I really wanted to attack him right there and then, only I didn't want to scare him off, this had all the markings of being something wonderful that might last for a little while at least. Bobby was curious about everything and I didn't mind telling him a little bit about some of my adventures from the past. As we talked, his cock seemed to become even more rigid and copious amounts of pre-cum were flowing out the slit and down his cockshaft.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I started to massage his thighs very much as he had done to mine, only I was just slowly working my hand up to his crotch and that lovely set of nuts in their hairless sac. When I cupped them both in my hand Bobby writhed and struggled against his bondage a bit, but the only sounds he made were low moans of total pleasure.
"I think I have just what you need," I said to the spread-eagled boy as I got up and went over to the toy chest. I brought back the blindfold that went with the hood he was wearing and snapped it into place.
"Why are you doing that, I like to see what is happening," Bobby asked.
"There is a wonderful feeling to anticipation as well," I said.
I resumed my massage, only now I was allowing my hands to wander over his entire body, stopping at various places to pinch of rub a little bit harder. I paid quite a bit of attention to his nipples; I don't think that he ever thought that a guys nipples could be extremely erotic if treated correctly. As I ran my hands down his sides I discovered that he was extremely ticklish [a fact I stored away for later use], but didn't linger there, I had something else I wanted.
Next, I poured some lubricant into my palm and started running it up and down the helpless boy's rigid 5-1/2 inch love-pole. While his cock wasn't all that long it was fairly thick and it feel extremely good in my hand. I stroked up and down until it felt like he was starting to boil the jism in his nuts and then I stopped, pulling my hand away.
I straddled his chest just as he had straddled mine and then leaned forward until my cock was just touching his nose. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and tried to lap at the mushroom-shaped head of my overheated erection. He raised his head as far as his bondage would allow and finally managed to get the head in his mouth, working his tongue all around it and even fucking it into the piss slit as far as he could.
After a couple of minutes, I pulled back, taking the prize out of his reach. When it became obvious that he couldn't reach it any more he dropped back onto the bed and licked his lips, trying to find any flavors that were lingering there.
Meanwhile I leaned back further until I felt his erection pressing its way between my ass cheeks -- I took a bit more lubricant and rubbed it on Bobby's cock and then smeared some of it against my own anal rosebud before I started to lower myself onto him. My sphincter muscle clenched tight against the invader but when it became obvious that it was coming in regardless, it relaxed and allowed the intruder entry. Slowly I lowered myself onto his shaft, when the head was fully inside me I stopped for a moment to allow my asshole to adjust to something coming in instead of exiting and then I resumed lowering myself until I felt my ass cheeks resting on his pubic hair.
Once again I rested a bit to allow myself to grow accustomed to that wonderful filled feeling that can only come from having a live cock stuffed up my asshole. Meanwhile Bobby's face, that which showed below the blindfold, at first showed a bit of confusion and then a smile of contentment the likes of which can't be properly described.
When Jim brought the blindfold over and attached it to my hood, my initial reaction was fear -- all of the sudden I wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening to me and that was extremely scary. Still, I did trust Jim not to do anything I wouldn't like so I tried to keep my fears to myself and see what was going to happen next.
He started running his hands over my body, when he pinched my nipples I felt the most unusual sensation -- I never thought about my nipples as being erotic, after all, a man can appear in public shirtless. Still, if I hadn't already been fully erect I'm sure that I would have sprung a hard-on after he started. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once and it felt wonderful. Then he poked a finger into my ribs and find a tickle spot, I have lots of them, and worried it a bit. I tried to hold back, but there was no resisting that feeling of needing to laugh when tickled and I broke into gales of laughter while at the same time pulling and tugging against the chains that bound me to the bed. When he started working his way down my legs again I was really concerned that he would tickle the bottoms of my feet, tied down like I was I think that might have killed me, but he didn't get that far.
When he wrapped his greasy hand around my cock, I wasn't exactly sure what was happening. It felt wonderful; I just wanted to know how he was doing it. At first, the grease felt cool, but the combination of his hand and my hot tool changed that in a big hurry. His hand slid up and down my cockshaft in slow gentle strokes, then he started to increase the pace a bit while at the same time closing his hand a bit tighter. If he kept this up for very long I was sure to shoot another load, only just when I began to feel my balls starting to boil he stopped and pulled his hand away, leaving my erection standing there like a flagpole without a flag.
I wasn't quite sure what was going to happen when he straddled my chest much as I had done to him. Except for that little kiss on the tip of his cock, I had never even touched another man's organ with my mouth. I felt his cock brushing against my face and at that moment, I decided that it was now or never, I stuck out my tongue and searched for that man-tool. Once I found it I began to wash it with my tongue while I struggled to raise my head higher and take it inside my mouth.
Jim moved forward a bit and I was able to engulf the entire mushroom-shaped head of his cock. My tongue continued to wash all over it, I hoped that I was doing as good a job as he had done on mine, and then I stuck my tongue into the piss slit, chasing little bits of pre-cum that were forming there. The feel of his throbbing flesh in my mouth along with the taste of his essence was the most exquisite thing I had ever experienced.
When Jim pulled his cock away to where I couldn't reach it, I felt empty inside. Though I had never sucked a cock before, now I didn't want to ever be without one in my mouth again.
Spread-eagled on the bed as I was there wasn't much I could do about anything, he was in total control of what would happen and it felt right -- he seemed to know just what would bring me the most pleasure and was doing it, only he was doing it at his own pace.
Now I felt him leaning back a bit and then something touched the tip of my erection. I realized at once that it was his ass. His hand, filled with another gob of cool grease grasped my cock and gave it a couple of strokes and then I felt his ass move down over my shaft. At first it felt like he was pressing something solid against my hard member, but then after a bit it opened up and I could feel my cockhead moving into a tight clenching opening which could only be his asshole.
His sphincter muscle closed a bit around my glans and he stopped his motion. His ass muscles started to massage my cockhead and I felt like I was in heaven. After a bit he resumed his downward motion, taking more and more of me inside him until he was sitting on my groin, my prick buried as deep as it would go inside his bowels.
Again, he stopped, I flexed the muscles that cause my cock to jerk around a bit and that combined with the wonderful tightness of his anus almost drove me over the top right then and there. Slowly he withdrew until only the head of my cock was still captured in his love channel and then once again he reversed course until he was again settled on my groin.
Again and again, he worked his way up and down my rigid shaft -- the feeling was fantastic. If this was what it felt like to fuck someone I knew that I wanted to do a lot more of it. I started to hump up into him as completed his down strokes; I wanted to bury myself completely inside him.
His tight sphincter squeezed my cock delightfully hard and I knew that it wasn't going to be very long before I blasted my second orgasm of the evening into his waiting asshole. My nuts were drawing up as much as they could in the leather harness that contained them and my cock had expanded enough that I could feel the cockring squeezing the base of my prick, preventing blood from exiting and making my rock-hard cock even harder.
"ARGH!" I screamed as I shot my first spurt of hot cum into his tunnel of love, it felt like it was burning the entire length of my shaft. With almost no pause at all, my second spurt followed the first, shooting so hard, I almost expected to hear him choke as it passed all the way up to his throat. Spurt after spurt of my boy-cream whitewashed his anal channel as I felt like my nuts themselves were passing out of their sac and into him. All the while, his anal muscles were milking me, making sure that not a single drop of my juice remained.
At the same time I felt a glob of hot man-cream fall across my face, Jim was shooting at the same time I did. Since his load landed on my mouth I reached out my tongue to start cleaning it up. The taste was fantastic, a bit salty and sweet at the same time. It faintly resembled the taste of his pre-cum, but it was a distinctly different flavor and I was sure that I was never going to get enough of it.
As my orgasm died, I felt like I was completely exhausted, ready to sleep forever; the problem was that Jim had started again on my still erect organ. The cockhead was extremely sensitive right after I came and despite how good it felt, I really wanted him to stop.
His cock wasn't all that long, but what it seemed to lack in length it more than made up for in width. He was filling me very nicely and his member was pushing the job button of my prostate with every stroke. My own cock was again hard as steel, only this time I was able to take the problem in hand and work out the solution [bad joke].
As I bobbed up and down his cock I could sense that it wasn't going to be very long before he shot his second load of the evening and my anal muscles were working to make this every bit as violent an explosion as the one earlier in my mouth.
Bobby started humping up to meet my down strokes; he matched my rhythm and plowed himself as deep into me as possible. He breath was coming in gasps and I knew it wouldn't be long now. Finally, with a mighty gasp he shot the first spurt of hot jism into me, at the same moment my own cock started shooting its load of milky cum -- the first shot hit the wall above his head, the second landing right on his mouth and his tongue came out at once, trying to lick up my juices.
Both of our eruptions died and my cock rapidly returned to its flaccid state; however, the tight cockring on Bobby wasn't allowing the blood to leave and his erection was still standing tall, so I began moving again, trying to see if I could get still another load out of him.
Bobby started to wheeze and wiggle under my renewed attack on his cock, it was obvious that he was exhausted from the sexual activity, but I didn't want to let go.
Finally, Bobby said, "Please, Jim, I need to rest. That was fantastic, but I'm exhausted."
I settled down on his member and just enjoyed the full feeling that it left inside me. Slowly the cock softened and after a couple of minutes only the head was still inside, held there by my sphincter that just didn't want to let go.
I rose up slightly and his now flaccid penis popped out of its prison with an audible 'pop'. I climbed off him and sat back down on the edge of the bed, running my fingers through the puddles of cum that I had left on his chest and belly when I shot my load.
"I guess I had better release you," I said. "You told your Dad you would head home when the storm ended and I haven't heard anything outside for some time now."
"I don't have to get up in the morning, like I told Dad, Kelly has the route starting in the morning, can I stay here with you tonight?"
"What are you going to tell your father? I'm sure he expected you home already."
Bobby thought for a moment then asked, "Can I call him on that fantastic speaker phone you have?"
"No problem, but what will you say?"
"I'll think of something, that is if you want me to stay."
I couldn't think of anything I wanted more right at that moment. "Okay, what is your phone number?"
After he told me I called out into the room: "Phone -- make call," and we heard a dial tone. I called out the phone number and an automated voice repeated it back to me. When I said, "Okay," we heard the tones and then the phone ringing at the other end.
This time a woman's voice answered and Bobby spoke to her in Vietnamese. After a brief exchange his father's voice came on the line and there was some more rapid fire Vietnamese and then his father switched into English: "I hope that Bobby hasn't been a problem to you, Mr. James."
Problem -- Bobby -- surely, he jested! "No sir, he is a joy to have around."
"Bobby said that he was going to stay the night and help you finish a project in the morning."
I looked over to Bobby; he smiled from under his hood.
"Well, he has been quite helpful this evening. If it is okay with you I would like to have him around to finish up in the morning."
"Okay, I just don't want him to be in the way," his father said.
"I assure you, he isn't in the way at all."
"Then I will bid you good night, I have to be up early myself."
Bobby said good night to his father in Vietnamese and then we heard the connection break on the other end.
"Phone disconnect!" I said and the room was silent again.
"Can I make the phone work like that?" Bobby asked.
"No, it is programmed to only respond to my voice, otherwise someone might activate it by accident."
Bobby nodded. He was already starting to drift off to sleep.
This had to be the most fantastic evening I had ever had and I didn't want it to ever end. When Jim mentioned my going home I felt a bit bummed out, still, I did have to do something about my parents -- I couldn't just not come home, that is if Jim was willing to allow me to stay.
My mother answering the phone was a plus, she didn't speak much English and it didn't matter what I wanted to do, she would go along with me. I told her I was still here and that I was helping to rearrange furniture in his home office. We weren't finished and I wanted to stay so that I could help finish the job in the morning. When Dad took the phone, I told him the same thing and I could hear Mom pleading my case in the background. Dad might still think that he rules the roost at home, but Mom generally gets her way in the end.
Jim went along with things just like he knew what I had said; Dad knew it was hopeless, as long as Mom agreed there wasn't much chance that I wouldn't be staying so he agreed like it was his idea.
When the phone disconnected I felt completely drained and really was ready to go to sleep just as I was.
"Close your eyes," Jim said, "I'm going to remove the blindfold and your eyes will be very sensitive for a minute or so."
I started to protest, but Jim cut me off. "You need to be released for a bit, your limbs aren't accustomed to long periods of immobility and it can be dangerous."
When he removed the blindfold, I could see the brightness even through my closed eye lids and it must have been a couple of minutes before I could just look around the room in a normal fashion.
"Will you tie my back like this to sleep?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. Like I said, you're not accustomed to being in bondage for long periods of time and could have problems. Inactivity can cause blood clots and that could even bring about a heart attack or stroke -- I think you're a bit young for that sort of thing."
I had to agree. When he had released me from the sofa, I had a very difficult time even sitting up. I tried to stand after a couple of minutes and fell on the floor. Jim laughed and helped me back onto the sofa.
"If I had told you that you couldn't just get up you would have argued with me so I knew it would be better for you to find out for yourself. Now do you see why I wouldn't allow you to spend the entire night like that?"
I nodded and worked on restoring movement and circulation to my limbs.
Jim removed the hood as well as the cockring and ball harness, "You need to take a shower before going to sleep and I don't want to get these leather toys wet if I can help it."
I watched as he returned things to the chest and then he assisted me to my feet, my knees almost buckled again, but this time Jim was there to catch me, and assist me to the bathroom.
I didn't realize how much I needed to visit the toilet until he sat me down and at once I started going from both ends. Meanwhile he was adjusting the water in what had to be the largest shower I had ever seen in a home. It looked like there was room for a dozen guys in there and there were shower head all over at different heights as well as a couple shooting straight down from the ceiling and a couple more that shot up from the floor.
"Are you ready for that shower?" Jim asked as he stepped out of the shower stall.
"Yeah, but how many other guys are going to join us?" I asked with a laugh.
"I like a large shower, it is better when I'm showering with a friend if we don't have to squeeze together all the time. Of course, there is nothing wrong with squeezing together a bit from time to time either." He grinned.
We climbed into the shower together, the water was a perfect temperature and I don't think I've ever had water shooting against me from so many different directions at the same time in my life.
I always enjoy the looks I get the first time I bring someone into my shower room -- I designed the shower myself and I have had as many as ten guys in it at the same time and not felt crowded so it was perfect for just the two of us. I adjusted the water temperature to what I thought he would like and then helped him into the spray.
He looked lovely with the water washing down his naked body -- I wanted to kneel down right then and there and worship him, only I'm not sure that he could have stood up long enough for me to finish.
I started to soap him up, paying particular attention to those lovely things hanging from between his legs -- and the cock grew a bit as soon as I wrapped a soapy hand around it, but it was obvious that he really wasn't ready for any more action tonight.
He took the soap from me and started washing me in much the same fashion as I was doing him. I wasn't really ready to respond to full erection either, but his touch did feel good.
After our shower, I led Bobby to my bedroom, not back to the playroom. "We will spend the night in here," I said.
He looked around the room, taking in everything. Against the far wall is my king- size waterbed with its black satin sheets, above it on the wall is a large print of a bondage drawing by Tom of Finland featuring several of his overly well endowed men around two guys in heavy bondage.
The carpeting and drapery is all dark blue while the furniture is black lacquer. Above the chest of drawers was another bondage drawing, this one by Hun. The closet doors were mirrors and there were also mirrors on the ceiling over the bed. I had tried to make the room as erotic as I could and I seemed to have overwhelmed Bobby completely.
"Fantastic!" was all he could say as his gaze continued to wander over every corner of the room. "You actually sleep in here?"
"Well, I have to sleep somewhere, and I find this room kind of cozy," I said with a smile. "Do you like it?"
Like it? I loved it! I had never seen anything like it before. The room seemed to scream 'SEX!' I looked closely at the pictures on the wall -- I had heard of things like that but I really didn't believe that they existed -- they were fantastic!
"I don't think I've ever seen a room so dark and still so light before.'
"That's the result of indirect lighting -- I did it all myself," he said with a proud grin.
"I've never slept on a waterbed before."
"It sometimes takes a bit to become accustomed to it, but once you do you never want to sleep on anything else again."
I sat on the bed and he sat down right next to me, our naked thighs touched and it felt almost like electricity was passing between out bodies.
"Shall we get some sleep so that we can finish 'moving that furniture' in the morning?"
I nodded my head in reply and scooted up onto the bed. He was right, it was marvelous -- I'd never felt anything like it before, but I wondered if I would be able to sleep on a mattress that seemed to bob up and down whenever either of us moved too much.
Jim climbed in next to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. "It's been some time since I've had anyone sharing this bed with me, particularly anyone as lovely and sexy as you."
I felt myself blush all over; no one had ever called me lovely or sexy before -- it felt strange and rather nice. I leaned over and returned his kiss, only I put a lot more behind it and then he opened his mouth and started to stick his tongue into my mouth -- another new experience, and it was wonderful. I started to tongue wrestle with him, almost like a sword fight only with tongues -- fantastic!
"Do you still want to try to sleep in bondage?" Jim asked.
I thought about it for a moment and then said, "Yes, but can it be in here? I don't think I ever want to leave this room."
"Of course, I want you to sleep with me and that means in here -- the playroom is just that a place to play. Now we are going to sleep and this is the place to do that."
He rubbed his hands over my chest and then cupped my semi-hard cock and balls. My cock was trying to stiffen, only I was so exhausted, physically and sexually, that it just couldn't completely rise to the occasion.
Jim pulled away for a moment, reaching into a drawer in his bedside table. When his hand returned it was carrying a pair of leather cuffs that were riveted together.
"Roll over so that your back it toward me," he said.
I moved as directed and my ass cheeks brushed against his groin.
"Now, put your hands behind you."
One was easy, but I had to work the other one under me to comply. He buckled the cuffs around my wrists and then I head two faint clicks as they were locked closed.
"Okay, that is enough for tonight, if it becomes too uncomfortable let me know and I'll see what I can do about it."
He helped me to roll back so that I was facing him and again he started running his hands up and down my torso. Next, he kissed me, this time a quick one with no tongue action and then reached somewhere to turn down the lights.
He wrapped his arm around me, pulling our bodies tightly together and I think I was asleep in moments.
I was a bit surprised that he still wanted to try to sleep in bondage -- still, I have never been one to deny a sexy boy something like that. I could have spread-eagled him again in here, but I didn't really think he was ready for that so I just placed a set of leather wrist cuffs on him with his arms behind his back and let it go at that.
It was obvious that he was turned on by the bondage -- this kid was a natural, much like I had been at his age. Now I just needed to be as gentle as my teacher was so that he wasn't scared off before he learned enough to play safely.
Bobby looked fantastic, his tanned skin contrasted nicely with the glossy black sheets and I think that I could have laid there for hours just looking at him; however, he was tired and so was I so sleep was extremely inviting. Tomorrow would be another day and I was sure that I was going to have another chance to look at this lovely naked boy many more times before he headed home.
To be continued...
Want to hear more, let me know. I had written several chapters of this story a few years ago, but after I posted the first one I found that the disk I had stored the rest of the story on was defective and I couldn't access it. This happens when you don't check everything when you change computers. In any case I will try to reconstruct the story as best I remember it and post it here as I get a chance. The response to the first chapter was wonderful and I hope that you like this one as well.
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