Travis

Travis Copyright 1998

I celebrated my promotion and large raise by moving from a dingy walk-up in a five-story apartment building to a spacious two-bedroom apartment in a new complex. The setting was lush-trees and plants everywhere, lots of privacy, a large lap pool and clubhouse and a well-equipped gym. Now, I know what you're thinking-I was working out in the gym or swimming laps and I met someone and took him back to my place and fucked his brains out-well, so far that hasn't happened. I've seen a couple of guys in the gym I'd LIKE to take home, but so far I haven't been that lucky.

Anyway, a couple of months after I'd settled in, I had a barbecue after work for some of the people in my new department. Dave, one of my co-workers, had a guest staying over, an old college friend who was moving into the area for a new job. He asked if he could bring the guest and I told him, "Sure, the more the merrier."

Dave brought his guest into my apartment, and I could feel my crotch stirring even before I was introduced. Travis, as his name proved to be, was a bit shorter than I am, maybe 5'8". He'd obviously been a swimmer in college; he still had the slim waist and a well-developed chest. His hair was dusty brown and cut really short, as is the current style. Travis wore a short-sleeve shirt that fit him like a glove. The skin at his neck and his arms were almost completely smooth, just the way I like it.

I talked to Travis quite a lot that evening, in between doing my hostly duties. It turned out we had a lot in common. We'd both grown up on the East Coast; went to small, private colleges; liked watching the same sports, football and tennis; both liked swimming (although I hadn't been good enough to be on the swim team in college-I was right, Travis had been, and still liked to swim). Some time during the evening we agreed to get together soon for dinner.

About a week later I got a call from Travis. "I'm finally figuring out my new job," Travis told me. "I need a break, and wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner Friday night."

"Sure," I told him. We finally decided on a Thai place where we could get reasonably healthy food. "Why don't you stop at home and pick up your swim suit?" I asked Travis. "Then we can swim some laps and work off the dinner." Travis agreed, and as I hung up the phone I could feel my cock hardening from the thought of seeing him in a skimpy Speedo.

Dinner went great. The food was excellent, as I'd known it would be, and the time passed quickly as we chatted about our respective new jobs, life in southern California, and this and that. Travis wasn't married, and wasn't seeing anybody; he'd broken up with a girl before he'd moved out to California, and told me, "This place is a great place for meeting chicks. I already have a date with a girl who works in my office." So much for my fantasy of making it with Travis.

We got back to my place and drank a couple of brews and caught the tail end of a tennis match. By then the evening was starting to cool off. "Ready to do some laps?" I asked Travis.

"Let's go," Travis said, as he started taking off his sneakers and socks. In the meantime I went into my bedroom to change into my suit. When I came out I could hardly help staring. I had seen that Travis had only carried a small wad of material in his fist when he'd come from his car, so I knew his suit would be small. But I didn't know it'd be THAT small! Travis's suit was slightly more than a g-string; it would probably be illegal in some states! And his body was as good as I knew it'd be-dime-shaped tits set into a well- developed chest, archetypal v-shaped swimmer's body, hairless but for a narrow treasure trail leading downward from below his navel, arms which were well- developed from hours of swimming, not over-developed from hours at the gym. When I saw Travis from behind, nary a hair popped out of the back of the suit which covered only just above the crack of his ass. And what a perfectly- rounded and fuck-able ass it was!

Travis saw me staring and grinned. "Dave told me about you," he said. "I don't mind you're staring. In fact, when I'm really horny I can get off on a guy swinging on my joint." That's what he said, "swinging on my joint." Oh those straight boys!

"And just what does it take to make you horny?" I challenged back.

"Usually a good dinner, some beer, and a hard work out will do it!" Travis replied.

"Well, then let's go get a good workout," I said, tossing him a towel and grabbing my apartment key. I motioned Travis out the door and towards the pool, grabbed a couple of more beers, and locked up.

At that late hour there was no one in the pool, even though it was a week-end. Travis and I swam laps for more than half an hour. I knew Travis had slowed down so I could keep up with him. Finally I tired, so I stood in chest-deep water and motioned for him to go ahead. Sure enough, his speed picked up visibly as he effortlessly raced through another ten laps of the pool. Not that I minded standing there watching this magnificent (and almost naked, I might add) specimen of manhood as his muscles rippled through the water.

Finally Travis either tired-or, more likely, decided to be a good guest. He stopped swimming and stood by me catching his breath. "Do you want to go in the Jacuzzi?" I asked.

"Sure," Travis replied. "Let's go."

I grabbed the beers and slid into the Jacuzzi while Travis went to turn the jets and timer on. He surprised me by getting into the Jacuzzi very close to where I was sitting, rather than sitting across from me. Then I realized he felt like talking, and would hardly be heard above the sound of the jets. We talked once again about our jobs and growing up and life.

Somehow we got onto the topic of college and our lack of privacy. I was in a fraternity, while Travis lived with three other swimmers in a small house. "It only had one bathroom," Travis told me, "So it got real crowded in the morning when we all had early classes. It was also rough on the day of a swim meet, when we all had to shave ourselves."

"You're kidding! I exclaimed. "You guys really do shave yourselves? I thought that was just a story."

"Yes," Travis said, "We really do. Some of the guys said they'd read studies and it really did improve your time. And the coach didn't mind, he thought it kind of bound us together as a team, you know, if we all had something in common."

"Did you shave everywhere?" I asked. "It seems to me that it wouldn't do any good to shave anything covered by your bathing suit."

Travis's face seemed to redden, from what I could tell in the lighting over the pool and spa. "Yeah, we usually did everywhere, even our, uh, `privates.' It was kind of hard to tell where to stop shaving, and, uh, to tell you the truth, it felt kind of cool!"

"Did you guys shave each other?" I pursued.

"Only our backs," Travis said, "You know, the places you can't reach yourself. It was usually two of us at a time in the bath tub, kind of at each end. We'd each do our arms and legs and stuff., then one guy would do the other's back, then we'd switch places. But just our backs." Then Travis got sort of dreamy-eyed, like he was thinking back. "Although there was the time, when we first joined the team, that they made us shave each other all over. Boy was THAT a kick!"

"I've never been on a sports team. Tell me about it," I said.

"Well, it was the first day of practice," Travis began. "It was about two weeks before school started for the year. So there we were, just out of high school. All of us had been on swim teams in high school, of course, but now we were in the big leagues. The coach really worked us out that first day, trying to show us, I guess, that this WAS the big leagues.

"So we finished our workout and headed into the locker room. I'd been talking with a couple of the other freshmen when we went in, so our lockers were near each other. No sooner had we opened up our lockers and gotten our suits off and grabbed our towels when one of the upperclassmen, the team captain I think, came over to us and said, 'It's time boys.'

"'Time for what?' One of us asked him. We were told, 'Never mind, just come with us. And leave your towels.'

"So we followed Jack, yeah, that was the captain's name, into a small room off the locker room. It felt kind of strange, you know, there we were, completely naked, going off to who-knows-where. I started getting hard, but only a little. I guess I was a little scared, too.

"Anyway, there we were in this little room, the eight of us new guys and maybe ten or fifteen of the older guys, the guys already on the team. They had swimsuits on, or towels around their middles, all of us new guys were completely naked. Boy was it strange."

Travis stopped talking at that point, and took a couple swallows of beer. I'd been hard under my swimsuit since his story had started; I'd hoped the light was dim enough that Travis wouldn't notice. I picked up my beer and drank a bit, hoping the cool liquid would also cool my ardor.

Travis wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then continued, "There were a couple of tables in the room, you know, like the kind you give a massage on. The captain turned to us and said, 'We have a little ritual here for new members of the team. Two of you guys get on the tables, face down.' Two of us got onto the tables, not sure what was going to happen.

"Jack, the team captain, turned to the rest of us and said, 'Half of you guys get around that table [pointing at one of the tables], half around the other. Jack and another guy picked up a couple of cans of shaving cream and thrust them at us. He then handed us each a razorblade. 'You guys are going to shave Jackson and Donner,' Jack said, pointing at the guys on the table. All over, everything but the face.' Jack picked up a pair of electric clippers and added, 'These are for the places where the hair is really thick, like on their heads.' 'Both heads,' someone called out, and all of the team, not including us newbies, laughed.

"Jack then said, 'When those guys are done, then the next two of you get on the tables until you're all shaved. Then the next, uh, ritual, can start.' Jack then picked up a pair of pliers and snapped the jaws together menacingly. He said with a growl, 'We're gonna check that you did a good job on those two. And if you missed any hairs.' Jack stopped, and again snapped the pliers. 'Go to it!' Jack ordered.'"

I was really hard at that point. I was practically drooling at the hot scene Travis was recounting. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and started breathing deeply, trying to relax myself--if I didn't, I was likely to cum right there in the Jacuzzi!

Travis continued, "So, anyway, we looked at each other, then somebody shook his can of shaving cream and started squirting it onto a guy's back. Then we sort of shaved it until Jack yelled at us to get to work and snapped the pliers. We started shaving vigorously, the guy's arms and legs and back and ass. We hesitated at his asshole, then Jack told me to do it. He said we'd all get turns doing each other's assholes and pubes.

"So I carefully spread the guy's cheeks and shaved his asshole. Jeez, I hoped the guys would be so careful when they did mine! When I was done, the guy had to turn over and we had to do his front. Jack handed me a pair of electric clippers and told me to use these on the guy's bush. So I started trimming it away. I guess I got off easy; some of the guys were really hairy.

"After I clipped off as much as I could, Jack handed me another razor and told me to do the guy's cock and balls. The guy was rock-hard, I guess with all of the attention. So I started shaving really carefully-I didn't want to cut off the guy's jewels.

"I guess we were shaving too slowly, cause Jack called out, 'Whichever team finishes last has to get the winners hard for the next ritual' That got us moving! We scraped and shaved until the first guy was done, then I hopped up on the table. Then one of the old guys yelled out that we missed the guy's head. So I got off the table and the first guy got on, and someone picked up the clippers and started shaving the guy bald!

"When he got off as much as he could, a couple of us sprayed shaving cream on the poor guy's head and started scraping away. Finally we were done and I hopped up again on the table.

"You know, it felt kind of strange, and almost sexy being shaved by someone else. I didn't like having a shaved head, it kind of itched, but it felt good having a smooth body. Really slick and slidy."

With that I knew how the evening was going to go. I visualized Travis laying on my bed on his back, being scraped smooth by me. I guess I was dreaming out loud, 'cause Travis gave me a strange look before continuing.

"Finally we were all shaved. My team finished first-I guess we lucked out. There were a couple of hairy guys on the other team. We stood there waiting for them, before a couple of the regular guys came over and started inspecting us. They made us bend over and spread our assholes wide, I guess to make sure we were shaved completely. I guess they were satisfied, 'cause Jack told us to go take showers.

"So we all headed to the showers. When we got there, Jack said, 'Real men shower in cold water. We got the hint, and didn't use any hot water. Boy was that cold! And it got all us soft. Any sexy thought about being shaved or smooth left us. At least when we came out Jack let us use towels to dry off.

"Then Jack told us to stand in a line and wait our turns to have our pictures taken. We thought they were going to take pictures of our cocks or something. But one at a time we stood against the wall and one of the guys took our pictures from, like, mid-chest up.

"Then Jack told the guys who were on the 'winning' team to stand near the wall, so I moved against the wall. He then told the losing team to each choose someone to stand near. When we were all set up, Jack said, 'Since you guys lost, it's your job to get the other team ready for their other pictures. You guys have to get them hard. You can use your hands, or your mouths if you want. And you have to keep them hard until their pictures are taken. Now go!

"Most of the guys kind of hesitated, but the guy standing next to me grabbed my cock and started yanking it back and forth. He felt like he knew what he was doing, though, 'cause I got a woody right away. I found out later he was queer, uh, sorry, gay. And I also found out later that he really did know how to suck a cock!

"When we were all hard, we had to stand against the wall again, and this time a picture was taken of each of our cocks. While we were standing there, one of the team guys came over and pulled out what he said was the 'official team peter meter.' He measured our cocks and called out how big we were. I was right in the middle. There was one guy almost ten inches, and one only four inches-he got the nickname 'Shorty.' To this day I can't remember his real name. After we were measured, the losing team had to get themselves hard, then their pictures were taken and they were measured.

"We thought we were all done, but then Jack told us to line up with our asses against the wall. So all of us stood there, naked and mostly with woodies. Jack then said, 'Here's the deal. We need to measure how far you can shoot. Your asses have to stay against the wall at all times. And whoever shoots last has to measure the distances, and then wipe up the floor.' You can bet we all started jacking off fast!

"Anyway, the first guy shot pretty fast and not very far. The team kept up a running commentary on our techniques, our cocks, our mothers, anything else they could think of to yell at us. Strangely, it was something of a turn-on, sort of like a circle jerk in high school. I shot a good distance; my first spurt went almost five feet. The guy with the ten-inch cock sort of dribbled when he shot, while Shorty shot over four feet.

"Jack handed the poor guy who shot last a tape measure. He had to get down on his hands and knees and measure how far we shot. Then they gave him a towel and he had to wipe up the floor. I found out later they were recording everything. They had a giant notebook with the pictures of our heads and cocks, and our cock lengths and how far we shot. The book I saw went back five years or so, and it was marked 'Book 4.' So I guess they've been doing it for quite a while!

"Anyway, we did it to the new guys the next year, and all the other years I was on the team. The second year I remember we all took off our suits while the new guys were jacking off, and we jacked off too. And the newbie who shot last had to clean up EVERYONE'S mess!"

Travis then continued, "You know, everyone on the team said you swam faster if you were shaved, even your pubes. And it felt sexy, like I said. So I kept myself shaved. So did the other guys on the swim team who I shared the apartment with."

Travis then stopped talking and picked up his beer. He took a couple of swigs, then did something which really surprised me. He reached over and stuck his hand underwater. He grabbed my boner through my suit, squeezed it a couple of times, and said, "I guess my story of shaving and jacking off really turned you on!"

After he'd let me go, Travis leaned back, looking a little smug. So I stuck MY hand underwater and plucked at a couple of the scant hairs on his belly just above his swimsuit. I said, "Well, it feels like SOMEBODY needs a shave. I then slid my fingers lower, slipping them under the top of Travis's suit. I grabbed a few of his pubic hairs and added, "It feels like you missed down here, also. I guess I'll have to take care of this, too."

I let go. Travis grinned at me and said, "I guess so." Then he added, "You can take your hand out of there now."

So, I gave a fake large sigh, and slowly pulled my hand out of Travis's suit. I slid my hand up his chest, like I was checking for chest hairs. I found a couple around the tit I could reach, and plucked at them. "You missed these, too," I commented.

"I'm done with my beer," Travis said, "So I'm ready for you to take care of me. How 'bout you? Are you done?" Quickly I drank down the rest of my beer, and turned the can over to show Travis it was empty. "Let's go," I said.

We grabbed our towels and headed back for my apartment. I asked Travis if he wanted another beer, and he did. While he was opening and drinking it, I headed for the bedroom. I came back with a camera.

"What's up?" Travis asked.

"I want to take some 'before' and `after' pictures, if you don't mind," I replied.

"Sure," Travis said. I guess like most good-looking straight guys he liked showing off. Or maybe he liked the thought of being someone's jack-off fantasy. Anyway, I stood Travis against a blank wall and snapped a couple of pictures. Travis then started untying the string holding up his suit. I snapped away. As he started sliding his suit down, I moved in and got a couple of close ups.

Travis wasn't particularly well-hung, just well-put-together. His cock and balls were proportional to his slight frame. His cock had an obviously- trimmed bush over it. It was nicely shaped, flaring to a delicious-looking mushroom head. His balls had scarcely more hair than his chest. They hung low and looked meaty, perfect for sucking on. 'Melons' is, I think, the term used to describe ass cheeks such as Travis's. Too bad rimming isn't safe (and, besides, I'm not into it); his ass would give a rimmer an instant hard- on.

After I'd taken my fill of pictures, I led Travis towards the bathroom. I told him to start, that I'd be back with some supplies. I heard the water start as I went to get towels, razor blades, shaving soap, and more film for my camera.

I slid open the shower door. Travis was under the water, soaping himself up. I snapped a couple of pictures. Travis turned his back on me and purposely dropped the soap; then spread his legs (and ass) as he bent over to pick it up. Thanks, Travis! Then he turned to face me and I got a couple of good shots of his soapy chest as he washed himself. Finally, sated, I put down the camera, took off my trunks, and stepped into the shower.

Travis stepped back and let me wet myself down. I quickly soaped off the chlorine of from the spa, then stood back from the water. I moved behind Travis and started lathering up his back with the shaving soap. I massaged some into Travis's neck, then set the soap aside. I picked up a razor and started scraping away at Travis's neck. I shaved the light tails running down from either side of Travis's hair at the back. I then cleaned up his neck, making his short hair perfectly straight across again.

I then started working my way down Travis's well-muscled back. There was very little hair, so I was quickly done. Travis flexed, giving me a taut surface to work on as I moved lower and lower towards two melon-shaped ass cheeks.

I picked up the shaving soap and lathered Travis's ass and thighs. I scraped away the few hairs growing at the top of Travis's ass crack, then ran the razor lightly over his ass cheeks. I told Travis to spread his legs, which he did, then bend over slightly and brace himself on the shower stall wall. I then held his ass cheeks apart and scraped ever-so-delicately the hairs protecting his treasure hole.

Travis stiffened slightly as I worked, then relaxed as I moved away from his hole. I knelt on the shower floor, which put my face in the perfect place to admire my work as I shaved away. I worked the razor downward, cleaning up as much of Travis's perineum as I could conveniently reach.

I scraped the insides of Travis's thighs clean, not that there was much to clean up. I worked my way towards the floor, shaving the backs of Travis's thighs, then working my way around the sides.

As I moved around to the front, Travis looked down at me and a rather large protrusion poking out from my waist. "I guess you really do like shaving," he commented wryly. "How on earth could you tell?" I said with a grin as I looked up at him and his cock, which itself was starting to harden.

I stood up, then paused to catch my breath. "I'll do your arms next, then your chest," I told Travis. He held out one of his arms, and I quickly covered it with lather. A few quick, sure strokes and the arm was done. I put down the razor and picked up a wet/dry electric shaver. Holding Travis's arm almost vertically, I trimmed away most of the hair growing under his arm. "While I'm at it, I'll do the other one," I said, reaching for Travis's other arm.

When that one was trimmed I turned off the electric razor, put it down and picked up the hand razor again. A dab of shaving cream under each arm and Travis's armpits were smooth as a woman's. Another minute of work and his second arm was done. I could now start on the really fun parts.

I stood back and stared at Travis's gorgeous chest for a few seconds. Travis stood there, grinning. "You like what you see?" he asked. I just stood there, then licked my lips. I then picked up the bar of shaving soap and pressed it against Travis's chest.

I worked the bar around, paying particular attention to rubbing it over Travis's tits. They were soon hard pyramids. Travis's cock soon matched them in hardness, and he started panting. "They're one of my really hot spots," Travis said, as if I couldn't tell.

After a few minutes I stopped, and got to work with the razor. I held Travis by his firm jaw and tilted his chin upward. I scraped away a day's worth of growth on his chin. I cleaned up his shoulders, then moved across a flat and almost hairless chest, shaving away the sparse hairs growing around his tits before moving down towards my prize.

My hands rubbed lightly against Travis's flat, model-perfect belly, before I set to work cleaning up the fuzz growing around Travis's navel. I continued downward, following a treasure trail towards the treasure. I stopped when I reached the thickening bush surrounding Travis now-hard cock.

I picked up the electric clippers again and started with a horizontal swipe through the thick bush above Travis's cock. I ran the clippers down either side, cleaning off much of the hair. I then ran the clippers along the length of Travis's cock, as much to trim the hair as to stimulate it with the clippers' vibration. It worked; a pearly drop of pre-cum soon appeared at the tip of Travis's cock. Travis grinned and said, "I leak kind of easily."

I ran the clippers around and across Travis's balls, then lifted them up and rested them on the back of the clippers. A couple more drops of pre-cum joined the first. I moved the clippers around and aimed them at what hairs remained on Travis's perineum and insides of his thighs. I finally decided I'd gotten off what I could with the clippers, set them down and picked up a new razor blade.

I took hold of Travis's rock-hard cock-bar of steel might have been a more accurate description. I pulled it down, tightening the skin on Travis's belly. I scraped the razor across his skin, and soon had a smooth patch from his belly-no, make that his neck-to the top of this cock. I took hold of the tip, being careful not to rub too much; I didn't want Travis to get off too soon. I looked down at my own cock, which had been hard all the while; a couple of drops of pre-cum were oozing out of the tip. Boy do I love shaving a hot-looking guy!

Still holding Travis's cock out of the way, I scraped clean the skin on either side of its base. Starting at the tip, I then shaved the length of Travis's cock with quick, sure strokes. Saving the best for last, I lifted Travis's balls and started to work on the skin behind them and back to his asshole.

Finishing that, I moved back to my favorite male body part, Travis's balls. I took a firm grip on the end of Travis's ball sac and pulled it taut. I shaved the skin, carefully moving his balls this way and that. I then folded my fingers around his sac, forcing his balls tight and away from his body. The skin covering Travis's balls glistened as I ran the razor over and around them, denuding them of their last vestiges of hair.

I leaned forward to see if I had missed any hairs. I couldn't help kissing each of Travis's balls still trapped in my fist. I touched up a couple of spots, then leaned even closer and began licking them. "I have to make sure they're smooth," I told Travis. They were, so I started running the tip of my tongue along the length of Travis's cock. Again I touched up a patch here or there, before continuing my Braille search for the elusive hairs on and around Travis's cock and balls. Finally finding none, I pronounced myself, "Done." "Let's rinse off," I told Travis, "Then go have some more fun."

We rinsed off, then hopped out of the shower. I handed Travis a thick terry towel, then quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a few pictures as this slick, smooth guy toweled off. I put down the camera and quickly dried myself off. Travis surprised me; he picked up the camera and took some pictures of me. "They're not for me," he assured me. "They're so you can digitize them and put them on the net. That should get you some more willing victims!"

I led Travis into the bedroom, which I'd made up with black silk sheets, the better to contrast with Travis' light body tones. "I want to take some more pictures," I told him. "Sort of fantasy shots."

I picked up some leather wrist cuffs. "Let me put these on you."

"What are they?" Travis asked.

"These are bondage cuffs. They're used for bondage scenes. Right now, I just want to use them to contrast with your pale skin. I grinned as I added, "Later on, we can use them for something else." Travis grinned also as he held out his wrists and I fastened the cuffs. I then bent down and fastened some ankle cuffs around his ankles. Like the wrist cuffs, these were leather but padded with fleece. I then knelt in front of him and started fastening a leather cock ring around his cock, just behind his balls. Predictably, Travis's cock started hardening. "Wait for the rest of your outfit!" I exclaimed.

I picked up a leather ball stretcher, maybe two inches, then set it down. Instead, I picked up just a half-inch band of leather, which I fastened around Travis's ball sac. For the final piece I picked up a leather collar. I walked behind Travis, then leaned against him as I fastened it around his neck. Travis stood there, surprising docile, not saying anything. His cock, however, spoke volumes about whether he was liking the fantasy-it stuck out and I could see a pearly drop of cum on the tip.

"Before we get started, do you want another beer?" I asked Travis. When he said, "Sure," I led him to the kitchen and got him a beer. I was drunk on the fantasy in front of me; no beer did I need. Travis handed me the empty can to dispose of, then I led him back into the bedroom.

"Lay down on your back," I told Travis. "Put your hands behind your neck." "Click," went my camera. "Now spread your legs." "Click," another shot. "Lay spread-eagled," I told him. Then, "Bend your knees and spread them." "Now thrust out your hips a bit." I was snapping away with my camera. The black leather bands around his arms, legs, and neck contrasted well with his skin, and looked great against the background of the black sheets. The bands around his cock and balls set them off from the rest of his pale body, now that there was no hair around them to frame them.

"Now turn over on your back," I said. "Put your arms at your side." I took a picture. "Now behind your back." "Now behind your neck." "Spread your legs. Bend your knees." "Now lie partly on your side, one knee up, and leer at me." Boy could that guy model!

I took almost two rolls of film before I set down the camera. "Are you ready to see what the cuffs are really for? I asked.

"Sure!" exclaimed Travis. "Go for it!" Then he added, "But be gentle! And remember, I'm straight!" Right!

I told Travis to turn over onto his stomach. I got out a short metal bar, maybe six inches long, covered in leather, with a clip at either end. I fastened one cuff to each end of the bar. "Is this okay?" I asked.

"It'll do," Travis said, as he wiggled his hands and saw that he could not release them.

I sat next to Travis and started rubbing my hands on his back, then lower and lower, until I was cupping his well-developed ass cheeks. "Spread your legs a little," I told him. Travis did, so I was able to run my hands along the insides of Travis's thighs as I worked my hands around his ass, circling closer and closer to his hole. I went so far as to run one hand delicately along Travis's crack. Not surprisingly, he clenched his muscles, so I backed away.

"Turn over onto your back," I told Travis. When he was on his back, I took a longer metal bar, maybe eighteen inches long, again covered in black leather, and fastened Travis's feet to either end. I then sat back to admire my work.

"That's one kind of bondage," I told Travis. "For a variation, I could fasten your arms and legs together with a chain." I started pushing the spreader-bar at Travis's feet towards his waist. His knees spread, exposing his hairless crotch. My cock got even harder than it was, if that was possible. I stopped pushing when Travis's knees were comfortable bent.

"For another variation, I could fasten your balls to your feet," I said. I took hold of Travis balls and pulled on them gently. "Then, when your knees got tired, you'd try to straighten them out, thereby tugging on your balls. It's quite fun, they tell me!"

"No thanks," Travis said, but his twitching cock said he might be interested at some future date. "Say," he added, "Is this thing on my arms supposed to be uncomfortable?"

"Well, it works better if you're standing up," I said. "Handcuffs are uncomfortable too, when you're lying on them. Let me show you something more comfortable. And fun." I undid the spreader holding Travis's feet apart. "Turn over and let me undo your wrists."

Travis turned over, with difficulty. I unfastened the bar holding Travis's wrists, then told him to turn onto his back again. I got off the bed and reached down at one corned near the headboard. I picked up the end of a black leather rope. It was a beautifully-made rope of smooth leather thongs braided together, ending in a locking turnbuckle.

"Give me your wrist," I told Travis. I pulled him wrist so his arm was outspread and his wrist was only slightly higher than his head on the bed. I fastened the cuff holding that wrist to the leather braid. I then walked around the bed to the other headboard corner, and got the other braided rope. When I'd fastened Travis's wrist to THAT rope, I asked, "How does that feel? Are you comfortable? Are you comfortable being tied up?"

Travis said, "I feel fine. It's a little kinky, though." Then he grinned and added, "No, it's a LOT kinky! But I'm having fun. So far. I'll let you know when to stop."

I bent down at the foot of the bed and pulled a leather rope from under the bed at the corner. I quickly fastened one of Travis's ankles. The other end of the rope was securely fastened to the frame of the bed. I did the cuff on Travis's other ankle, then stood back to admire my work. I felt a drop on my foot and looked down to see my cock leaking away. I picked up the camera. "Do you mind if I take some pictures?"

"I can't stop you, can I?" Travis asked, still grinning.

"Sure," I said. "You tell me 'No' and I don't take them."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Travis asked in amazement.

"Certainly," I said. "Bondage is based on trust. If you can't trust me then you can't have fun. And besides, if I violate your trust then you won't let me tie you NEXT time." I waited for Travis to say, "What makes you so sure there's going to BE a next time?" Travis's cock, however, gave me the answer to that question. I'm not sure it could have gotten any harder. And a small pool of pre-cum was forming, then running into Travis's belly button. What a sight!

"I'm going to take you places you've never been," I told Travis. "Not pain, just pleasure. Lots of it. I'd say, 'See for yourself,' but you're not going to." With that, I picked up a leather eye mask and bent over Travis's still- grinning face. "You're not claustrophobic, are you?" I asked.

"No," Travis said. "I like the dark. It's peaceful there."

"Good," I said, position the mask so it covered Travis's eyes and ran down either side of his nose. Elastic held it in place behind Travis's head. The fleece lining ensured that the mask was comfortable, and that no light could enter.

I then picked up a small leather-covered rubber ball and put it into one of Travis's hands. "This is your safety signal," I told him. "If things are getting too intense, or you want me to stop, open your hand and let go of the ball. I'll immediately stop what I'm doing, take off your blindfold, and let you go. Always have a safety signal or a safety word in any bondage scene." "Let the ball go and I'll let you go," I repeated.

"Can't I just tell you?" Travis asked. I think he knew the answer-his cock twitched as he felt my weight on the bed next to his shoulder, then felt me lean over to fasten the gag over his mouth, again stretching straps behind Travis's head to hold the gag firmly, but not tightly, in place. The gag has a soft, chewy ball on the inside-it was replaceable so I didn't have to worry about sterilization.

"Are you still okay?" I asked Travis. "Nod if you want me to continue." Travis nodded.

I picked up a set of headphones. They were an old pair of Koss phones, the bulky ones with the well-padded ear pieces. I'd modified the headphones by attaching some straps to hold the earphones tightly onto my playmate's-in this case, Travis's-head while he was lying down. I positioned the earphones, then fastened one of the straps under Travis's chin. One strap fit behind Travis's head, and the last one fastened over Travis's forehead. The headphones had bland, white background noise. It would block out any sounds I made. All Travis would be able to sense would be from my weight on the bed as I moved around him.

Once again I stood back to admire my work. I stood there for a couple of minutes. Travis's cock continued to twitch and occasionally a drop of pre-cum added to the pool on his belly, as he waited for something to happen.

I picked up a pair of soft mitts, the kind you use to wash a car. A very expensive car, these were softer than chamois, and appropriately expensive. I started with one of Travis's arms, rubbing my hands over his firm muscles, almost massaging them. After a couple of minutes I moved to his upper chest as I worked my way down his other arm. I returned to his chest, and slowly massaged his pecs. Oh that the gloves were my tongue!

I moved down Travis's body, rubbing, caressing, circling. I moved towards his crotch, and could see it twitch in anticipation. Instead, I passed it by and started working on Travis's legs. I rubbed these more firmly, massing them, feeling the thigh and calf muscles made firm by years of swimming. I moved my hands up the inside of Travis's thighs, getting closer and closer to the flagpole. I dare not touch it-I knew it would erupt if I even brushed it. Instead, I kept on circling, rubbing Travis's belly, sides, upper thighs. Travis thrust his hips upward, as far as his bondage would allow.

I stopped, to let Travis settle down. Then I took the gloves. I put a soft, doeskin glove on one hand. In the other I held a soft dish scrubber, like the kind you use on non-stick pans. I attacked Travis's body again, one of my hands rubbing softly, the other abrading-just a little, just enough to cause a pleasant contrast. Travis's tits sure appreciated the contrast as I rubbed one with the soft glove and brushed the other with the rougher scrubber. I could feel the difference in Travis's breathing as I fondled his tits-no need to ask if they were sensitive, or well-connected to his cock-one look down his body and I could see the twitching increase.

After working on his legs with the contrasting textures, I stopped again, to choose my next weapons. I spent the next while switching between hard and soft, delicate and rough. In one hand I held a 3-inch paintbrush and delicately "painted" Travis's body. In the other hand I held a well-worn toothbrush, letting the bristles flick his tits back and forth. I also rubbed the paintbrush over the tip of Travis's cock, letting the bristles just barely touch the blood-engorged head. I then spent a minute or so running the soft bristles around the edges of the glans, just brushing the sensitive skin where the head joined the shaft of Travis's pulsing organ.

A few minutes later I had on two over-sized rubber gloves, one filled with rather hot water, the other filled with water chilled with crushed ice. A rubber band at the sleeve ends kept the water in. Travis purred as the hot- water filled glove stroked him, then jumped as he felt the cold, clammy glove fondle his balls. His hard-on started going down, until I started working it with my warm hand.

Finally I decided Travis was hot enough. I sure was! I took of the gloves in the bathroom and quickly dried my hands. I then slipped on the soft mitts which I'd started with. Once again I started on Travis's tits, getting them hard and pointy, before starting down his heaving chest.

I carefully worked my way around Travis's belly, now a vast pool of pre-cum which had overflowed his navel. I settled myself between Travis's outspread legs. Well, of course they were outspread, the leather thongs held them apart! I started rubbing my chamois-soft gloved along the insides of Travis's thighs, just barely touching them, once again circling closer and closer to Travis's balls and pulsing organ.

I bent forward, my lips but a couple of inches from Travis's smooth sac. I blew softly; my warm breath just caressing this most-delicate. Once again Travis's cock popped to full-hardness. I knew he was close, knew he couldn't take much more pleasure. And still I did not let up my caressing of his thighs, my breath on his balls.

I bent further forward. Travis thrust his hips upward. in anticipation I opened and engulfed-not Travis's rock-hard cock, but his waiting balls. I licked and sucked and lapped, my tongue running over the two jewels I held in my mouth. I moved my hands so that I was rubbing and just touching the skin alongside his cock, yet being careful not to touch it.

I have a talented mouth and tongue, so I'd been told, and so I'd often seen the results. Sure enough, I felt Travis's hips move and felt his balls tighten. Travis's chest heaved, and a burst of cum shot forth, just grazing the bottom of Travis's chin. And again he spurted! And yet again! A connect-the-dots pattern of cum drops pointed the way the length of Travis's torso from his neck back to his still-spewing cock.

At last Travis seemed to be done; trying to catch his breath, trying to relax in post-climactic bliss. And still I did not let go of Travis's balls, my tongue-lapping forcing the last drops of juice from Travis's cock. Travis heaved and squirmed, and dry-spurted.

And finally I stopped. I sat back to admire my work, then quickly stood up, grabbed my camera and snapped a picture of my masterpiece, a shaved demi-god covered in his own spunk. Travis continued to lay there, catching his breath as best he could through the gag in his mouth.

I went into the kitchen and got a couple of beers. One I opened, for me. The other I set on the dresser in the bedroom, ready for when I released Travis.

I released Travis slowly, in the reverse order of how I'd fixed him. I started by removing the headset which had covered up any noise I might make. Travis wiggled his ears, waiting for me to say something. I kept quiet, not wanting to break his reverie.

I undid the gag. Travis, too, kept quiet, but now he sucked in great gulps of air. After he'd caught his breath, I opened the can of beer. He heard me, and opened his mouth in anticipation. I leaned forward and poured the beer slowly into his waiting mouth. The can was soon empty.

I turned down the lights, then went back to Travis and removed the blindfold. He blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the dim glow of the overhead light. Slowly I turned up the light. I turned back to look at Travis.

He smiled, then exclaimed, "Wow!"

"I guess you enjoyed it," I said, looking down at his cum-slick chest.

"Yeah!" he said. "I haven't cum that much since I was a teenager!"

"May I?" I asked, picking up the camera again.

"Do I have a choice?" Travis asked, wiggling his arms to remind me he was still tied up.

"Of course," I said. "You've had a choice all along," I reminded him as I leaned forward and took the leather ball from Travis's hand. I then took a couple of pictures of Travis. This time he was grinning from ear to ear.

I leaned forward and undid the thongs hold Travis's hands, then undid the cuffs 'round his wrists. I then undid the leather holding his legs apart, and removed the cuffs around his ankles.

Travis was finally able to bring his legs together, and sat up. "I'm a mess," he said. "Can I take a shower?"

"Sure," I said, sweeping my arm past me and towards the doorway.

Travis walked past me and into the bathroom. He looked back over his shoulder and asked, "Are you coming?"

I needed no further invitation and soon joined Travis under the hot spray. I picked up the soap and ran it down his chest, cleaning up the mess we'd made. My mother would be proud, she always told me to clean up after myself!

Travis looked at me and said, "You know I'm straight, so I can't do much to you. You know, like blow you or let you fuck me." Then he reached down and said, "But I guess I owe you for the best time in quite a while. So let me get you off with my hands. And who knows? Maybe some day I'll want to go further."

Travis took hold of my cock, which had been rock-hard since we'd entered the shower. He began jacking me off. Travis reached forward with his other hand and cupped my balls.

I gasped, so he let go. "No, continue!" I cried. I love when someone plays with my balls. Travis took hold of them again, and every-so-delicately began playing with them, his fingers working them back and forth in their sack. With his other hand he kept working on my cock.

Travis felt my balls tighten, and felt me hold my breath. I gave a yell and began cumming. Travis came a lot, but is no match for me. Travis's chest was once again covered with man-juice, mine this time. Once again I had the pleasure of washing my mess from his smooth chest and belly.

Finally we were clean. We got out and dried ourselves. I could not help but kneel and once again take Travis's wonderful cock in my mouth before he hid it in his clothes. At last he pushed me away and I got up and watched as he clothed himself. I slipped on a robe; it was almost time for bed.

Travis picked up his swim suit. Darn! I was hoping he'd leave it behind. It would give me something to remind me of him, and give me a good excuse for inviting me back.

No excuse was needed. As Travis opened my front door to leave, he turned and said. "That was great. We'll have to do dinner again soon. And my hair grows pretty fast, so I'll probably have to be redone in a month or so!"

"That should give me some time to learn so new tricks!" I said, laughing.

"Your old ones were just fine," Travis said. Then he surprised me by leaning forward, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. "Good night! Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" He turned, pulling the door closed behind him.