The following is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal in anyway for you to read it please hit your back-button now. If not I hope you enjoy it. I hardly slept that night and I had to stop myself from tossing off, I was so turned on as I imagined assaulting Matt's beautiful body. I forced myself to stay in bed until seven, and then I got up, showered and had breakfast. The
forecast was for a really hot day, so all I put on was a pair of baggy shorts and a pair of flip-flops. I was having a fag in the conservatory by eight when there was a knock at the front door. It was Matt, half an hour early; he was in trainers, baggy shorts and a baggy T-shirt. I went and let him into the garage to park his bike. "I hope you don't mind me coming a bit early Dave, but I want to make sure I get the emulsioning finished today." As he spoke Matt took off a back-pack and peeled off his T-shirt, draping it over his saddle. As usual seeing him half naked stirred my cock to life. "No problem Matt, I hope you slept well?" "Not really, I tossed and turned for a couple of hours before I dropped off, then I was wide awake by six-thirty, so I got up, had a cold shower, and did some chores." He grinned broadly. "Anything to stop me having a wank!" I laughed, pleased at his relaxed, friendly attitude. "Right, you're a good boy, saving your spunk until tonight." Matt grinned and a faint rosy glow flushed his cheeks. "It's supposed to be really hot today Matt, so if you want a cold drink instead of tea let me know. I guess you'd like a cuppa right now?" "Please Dave, I've got the emulsion and my equipment in here," he pointed to the back-pack; "I'll take it upstairs and get started." When I walked into the bathroom with Matt's tea I nearly dropped the mug in shock, he had stripped off his shorts, all he was wearing was a white jock-strap, the sort where there are two angled side back straps so that your ass crack is left exposed. With that and just his trainers on he looked so sexy. As he sanded the wall down his muscular, white dimpled arse was jiggling with the motion; I could have fucked him there and then. Of course I got an instant boner. He looked over his shoulder at me. "Can you put my tea on the window sill please Dave?" He looked hard at my bulging crotch. "I see you like my work clothes then!" he giggled. He turned fully on and put his hands on his hips and posed for me, though not fully hard his big cock and balls still filled the jockstrap, I think I drooled. "Jesus Matt, you look so sexy, like one of the lads in my videos, with that butt and dressed like that you'd turn the Pope on." Matt laughed out loud and reddened slightly. "When it's hot and I'm working, I feel much more comfortable dressed like this, but there aren't any other jobs we do where it would be possible. Although I work at home like this if Mom's not in, it makes me feel so sexy." I couldn't belief how relaxed and open Matt was now being with me, my expectations for the weekend rose; I could even envisage fucking him. "Matt, if you dressed like that in front of Joe he couldn't help but rape you. Christ, I wish my digital camera wasn't broken." "If you got it fixed maybe you could take some photos of me?" Matt sounded quite serious, he paused a minute. "Yeah, I think I'd like that, nude ones too. Get it fixed and we'll talk about it. O.K. Dave?" "Deal Matt. I'll get dressed and take it to the shop now;" I chuckled, "if I can get my cock to go down!" I went and put a pair of Speedos on to try and hide my raging hard-on, it just wouldn't go down. I put my shorts back on along with an extra large T-shirt as further cover for my cock. As I sorted my camera out I had a sudden idea, the concrete floor in the garage would feel uncomfortable to bare feet, so when I found my camera I got a couple of Dutch blankets from the airing cupboard. I took them into the garage and laid one on the floor under the hooks, the other I lay over the back of a chair. Shouting goodbye to Matt I went out. The guy in the camera shop told me my camera should be repaired by next Wednesday. On the way back home I called in the off-licence and bought a bottle of champagne. When I got back I put the champagne in the fridge and made Matt another mug of tea. How I got through the day without cumming or assaulting Matt I'll never know. The sight of him in his jock strap was so erotic, he stayed three quarters hard all day, and the front of his jock was almost transparent where it was soaked through with his precum. One time I took him a cuppa he was squatting down in a corner, and I could clearly see his pink pucker between his hairless white ass cheeks, so sexy. Finally four-thirty came around and I heard Matt clumping down the stairs, he came into the conservatory where I was smoking, sadly he'd put his shorts back on. "I've finished the emulsioning Dave, so I'll go home now, feed the cats, have something to eat, and get myself ready for tonight. I'll be back between six-thirty and seven, is that all right?" "That sounds great Matt, I can't wait." "Me neither." he replied as he gave me a beautiful smile. When I'd let him out I cooked myself a steak and ate it with some salad and a bottle of Grolsch. When I'd finished I went to the bathroom, as I went to brush my teeth I was touched when I saw that Matt had put a new toothbrush, still in its wrapper, and a new tube of toothpaste in the spare tooth mug. So I went to the airing cupboard and got him his own hand and bath towels putting them over the two spare towel rings. Then I showered etc, when I'd finished I put on a short bathrobe. By then it was almost six, so I went into the garage and lubed up all the toys in readiness, I put the table close to where Matt would be strung up. Thinking about what I planned to try and do to Matt I went and got a jar of Vaseline and my hair trimmers. I arranged everything on the table and carefully covered them up. Then I remembered the difference between Matt's height and mine, I found an old beer crate and upturned it, placing it behind where Matt would be hanging. I attached ropes to the wall hooks and two of the ceiling hooks. I tied a softer cord to the ropes, for Matt's wrists and ankles; I didn't want to give him rope burns. My cock was almost stiff when I'd finished so I pulled my foreskin back and squeezed the shaft, catching the resulting precum on my thumb and forefinger. I ate it before going into the conservatory for a fag. At six-forty five there was a knock on the garage door. I went into the garage and called out. "Matt?" "Yeah Dave, it's me!" was his muffled reply. I opened the door and let him in, he smelt fresh and clean, his hair still damp from the shower. I couldn't help myself, I reached out to embrace him, kiss him. He backed of slightly, holding me at arms length. "I'm really sorry Dave, but no kissing, sorry." "I'm sorry too Matt," I sighed, "but a promise is a promise." I stood back to look at him and my jaw dropped, he looked incredible, he had on a pair of shiny, black Lycra cycling shorts with a white side stripe, and a matching Lycra cropped top. Of course his flat stomach, pronounced navel and burgeoning six-pack were naked between the shorts and top. The rest of his sexy body was highlighted beneath the tight, shiny material; I could see his nipples, his muscles, his balls, his three quarters hard cock, even the outline of his knob. It was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen, anywhere. "Bloody hell Matt!" I gasped, "Have you cycled here like that?" He went scarlet, but grinned. "Yeah, it felt really sexy having people stare, one bloke even whistled, and another guy in a car wound his window down and asked me if I wanted a date. I did chicken out a bit though, I came the long way round through the park, there were less people about." "I bet, when did you buy the outfit?" "Today, on my way home, I bought them because of you, I saw them several months ago, but didn't have the nerve to buy them. You've given me so much more confidence about my sexuality. But I can't let my Mom see me in them, so I' ve bought some other clothes in my saddlebag." He pointed to my stiff cock which was poking out of my dressing gown. "I knew you'd be really turned on when you saw me in them. Maybe I can wear them when you take the photos of me? I mean, start with me in them and then I 'll strip off, and then I'll toss off, cumming over my body, and then I'll put them back on over the spunk?" "Whatever Matt, whatever." I croaked, not really taking in what he'd just suggested, it would hit me later. "But let's get this weekend over first. Come over onto the blanket and strip off and I'll tie you up." Matt walked onto the blanket and with some help from me he peeled the Lycra off, laying it carefully over the back of a chair. I shrugged my robe off before I tied the cords around Matt's wrists then I hauled on the rope until his arms were above his head, slightly apart, then I tied the rope off to the bottom hooks. I tied the cords to his ankles and pulled his feet apart just wider than his shoulders, tying the rope off loosely so that he could move his legs a little. I didn't want him to be too stretched, I didn't want him to be put off if he was too uncomfortable or in pain. While I was tying him up Matt 's cock got really stiff and occasionally our stiffies would bang together sending a shiver through me. When he was secured I stood back and admired his hanging body, his big cock was stiff and leaking precum, it pointed straight at his chin. He was grasping the ropes and all his muscles were standing proud, particularly his stomach and thigh muscles. There was a thin sheen of sweat all over his body. He looked at me, his eyes were shining and he was grinning. "I've been thinking Matt." "What?" he asked his voice husky. "I don't want to tell you what I'm going to do, and with the gag you can't use the control word, and you look so sexy hanging there I might get carried away; so I've had an idea." I went and got an old metal tray from a storage box; I came back, lifted Matt 's right foot and placed the tray under it. "Stamp on that Matt." Matt stamped, there was a loud clang. "If I do something you don't like stamp on the tray five times and I'll stop." "Why five times Dave?" he sounded perplexed. "Well, you might not like what I'm doing at first, but you might realise you DO like it before you've stamped five times, so unless you stamp five times I'll carry on." Matt thought for a moment. "Yeah, that sounds a great idea, OK." "I'm going to gag you now Matt, do you want a drink first? It would probably be a good idea." "Please Dave, my mouth's gone really dry." I went and got a cold Grolsch from the fridge, as I held it up to Matt's lips he looked at me quizzically. "I will quench your thirst and help you to relax." "Oh, right." He drank over half the bottle before he'd had enough, I finished it off. I picked up the gag, an old silk dress scarf, and stood behind him on the beer crate and gagged him. I reached around and tenderly ran my hands all over his torso, rubbing his nipples with my thumbs until they hardened. All the time my throbbing cock was pressed against the cleft of his buttocks. I hefted his hairless ball sac; the silky skin was warm and clammy, almost sticking to my fingers when I moved them away. I squeezed his balls gently at first then harder until Matt groaned loudly. I couldn't wait, I wanted his cum. I got off the crate and looked down and saw a thin strand of my precum stuck to Matt's backside and still coming from my cock-slit. As I watched it broke and landed on his leg. I uncovered the toys and stuff and dipped the fingers of my right hand into the Vaseline, I glanced at Matt and saw his eyes open wide as he took in my array of toys, I just grinned wickedly at him. I knelt in front of him and began to lick his knob, savouring his abundant precum; his cock was quivering in anticipation. At the same time I parted his arse cheeks with my left hand and inserted a couple of fingers, his crack was warm and sweaty. Then I laid my middle finger along his pucker, it was warmer than his crack and it spasmed as I pushed against it. Even through his gag I heard Matt sigh. As I took the whole of his knob into my mouth I replaced my left hand with my right and pushed my greased middle finger as far as it would go straight up Matt's bumhole. Matt bucked and pushed a couple of inches of rock hard shaft into my mouth. I grasped the base of his cock with my left hand and started to suck hard on his knob, bobbing my head up and down the top of his shaft. I fingered fucked him hard as I continued sucking, adding another finger, then a third. Matt's body was writhing as he hung there while I worked on his cock and bumhole. Even though he was gagged I could hear his moans and groans. I tried to deep throat him a couple of times but I gagged, I' d have to practice on that a bit more I decided. His body began to tense as he neared orgasm, I removed my fingers, took my smallest butt-plug from the table and rammed it straight back up his hole. I heard Matt grunt as it was forced past his sphincter. I twisted the butt-plug base and it began to vibrate inside Matt's chute. Matt's body shuddered as new feelings assailed his body. My right hand was now free, so I started to fondle his ample balls through his tightening ball-sac. Matt's legs went rigid and I felt his cock swell in my mouth, so I pulled back until just his knob was in my mouth. I started to swallow as the first jets of his hot boy spunk splattered the roof of my mouth; I loved the taste of him. Matt shot at least a dozen times and I swallowed every drop, delicious. I didn't stop sucking even when I'd sucked his bone dry, and what with my sucking, and the butt-plug v ibrating away inside his sweaty, squirming body Matt's cock stayed rock hard. Letting go of his balls I located a thicker and longer butt-plug on the table. I switched off the one inside him, grasped it firmly and yanked it out of Matt's hole. Before his hole had time to close I shoved the bigger one in to the hilt, I met more resistance from Matt's sphincter this time but I ignored it. When it was firmly in place I switched it on, it vibrated more and faster than the first one. Then I went back to squeezing and fondling his balls. Matt was writhing as hung from the ropes, and he was sweating profusely. I glanced up and could just see that his head hung down and his eyes were closed. His body had taken on a rosy glow, and his muscles seemed more prominent. He had a dreamy expression on his face. Because his body was moving all over the place I concentrated on keeping his cock in my mouth as I tongued and sucked away at his knob. I slowly tossed his shaft with my left hand and, within minutes, I was rewarded with a large drop of precum. The drop turned into a trickle, the butt-plug was probably vibrating against his sphincter. Once more I tried to deep throat him and actually got his knob down my throat before I had to cough it out. I suppose I'd worked on his cock for about fifteen minutes when I heard Matt
snorting through his nose, and once again his body began to stiffen, so I prepared myself for his second orgasm. I was rewarded in seconds as his cock began to blast away. Matt came as much as the first time and I eagerly ate every drop of his delicious cum. When I could squeeze no more from his hard cock I switched off the butt-plug and reluctantly lifted off his cock. I stood in front of him admiring his sweat drenched body. His eyes were still closed so I reached forwards and gently tweaked his nipples. Matt's eyes shot open, and I was so relieved when he grinned at me. "Thirsty Matt?" I asked. "I know I am." He nodded. I went into the kitchen and returned with two bottles of Grolsch. I drank half of mine then moved the crate to Matt's side and stood on it. "When I move the gag no talking, just drink. OK?" Matt nodded so I loosened the gag, he took a couple of deep breaths, and then I held the bottle to his lips. He finished in two long steady drinks and I replaced the gag. I finished my bottle off and moved to the table. I picked up the can of shaving foam and a razor, holding them up to show Matt. "I'm going to shave all your body hair off now, even on your legs, all right?" Matt's eyes went wide and he stared hard at me. He lifted his leg as best he could and stamped hard on the tray, once, twice, three times, he paused, and then he stamped again. I looked at him, I couldn't read his expression. He seemed to sigh and lowered his leg, placing his foot on the tray without making
a sound. "Does that mean I can do it Matt?" He slowly nodded his head. END OF PART 7. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at INSILVA92@aol.com (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com) Love Paul. Copyright 2005