A Saturday with Jason by Chris (aka Crispy Toast)
This is a one-off I wrote for a friend about a little bit of fun I had with my current housemate (friend, not bf) a couple of weekends ago. He agreed I should upload it here so - here goes.
Legal stuff: I'm a 21 year old guy from Perth, Australia, so everything here is consenting adults.
I will write more of Leaving Home (in the high school section) when I get time.
It was a cold but sunny Saturday morning when I got the text message I had been waiting for.
I walked out from lazing on my bed to the kitchen and saw the keys on the table and the set of clothes carefully packed into two plastic bags. I picked one up and took a sniff - mmm, his smell. I could have taken that in for a while more, but time was of the essence. I then went to the garage, unlocked my ute and shoved the keys and bags in there before carefully relocking it and locking the garage side door. I smirked. Nice one, Chris.
The lock for the front door slipped down my hand and, as I opened it, the totally naked form of Jason appeared before me, cross-legged, expectant, his big brown eyes looking up at me.
"Good boy." He was a full three years older than me, but I was in charge here.
I moved my hands down his sides and stroked him, reaching over to flick his nice, hard cock. He sighed contentedly.
"Come on." I helped him up and led him into the house, shutting the door behind us. "I want to get you ready." I took his mobile phone and switched it off. He wouldn't be needing it.
He let me lead him into the bathroom, where he sat on a wooden chair I had placed there. I slowly rubbed his shoulders before putting his arms and hands behind the chair and tying them together, not tightly, but firmly. I then tied each of his feet to the legs of the chair, leaving a nice open space between his legs for me to access. Jason closed his eyes, knowing that whatever was going to happen next was now in my hands.
"What's this?" I said in a forced angry tone as I fingered his pubic hair.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I want that to stay, in case Jonatho..."
"That's not good enough! We had an agreement." I brought out the hairdresser-grade clipper and the moisturiser.
"Please..." he pleaded. I fired the thing up and he sighed and looked away.
"O...K," he said almost inaudibly, conceding defeat. His cock told the real story - it was now hard as, almost bouncing. In three minutes of careful work, what had been his reasonably substantial bush was a pile of hair clippings in a little resealable bag. Without much resistance, I was able to push his arms back and do the same for his underarms. I sensitively teased the moisturiser into the now raw areas of soft, hairless flesh and whispered, "Jonathon might get a surprise." I didn't give him time to absorb that as my fingers caressed his body and his upper legs. Within seconds, Jason was sighing and grunting and whispering my name. "Chris... oh my god, Chris... that is so awesome..."
When I thought he was sufficiently relaxed and horny, I untied him and led him to my bedroom. I took a moment to admire my handiwork... he did rather suit the hairless look as the rest of his body had so little as to make my efforts not stand out one bit.
I shut the door. "Jase, you do realise you're not going anywhere for quite a while?" (The irony of us being co-tenants at this house wasn't lost on me.)
"Yes, Chris..."
"And you're my boy and you're going to do everything I want you to do."
"Yes, fuck yes, I'm helpless for you, Chris..."
I tied ropes to his feet and grabbed some 10kg gym weights to use for holding them apart, putting one on each side of the bed, while I moved his arms so his hands were above his head and with a rather impressive knot I'd learned on the job once, both hands were inseparable from the bedhead. His soft, beautifully shaped ass now lay in wait for me as I went to get the lube from my drawer. Once I had it, I laid down next to him. His eyes were closed and he was clearly waiting for me. A cheeky finger went down between his ass cheeks, with a sudden breath escaping his lips. "Ahhhh..." my contented boy moaned.
"Totally helpless."
"Yeah....."
I got the lube out and softly pushed past his futile barrier and was soon using my two fingers to get him ready, with his moaning providing a great backing soundtrack. I pushed past further to find his little bump inside there and rubbed it mercilessly. His restrained form started to convulse and the moaning turned to grunting and other pleasurable noises.
"You like that?"
"FUCK YEAH... fuck me Chris... put it all in there", he managed in between grunts.
I wasn't about to say no. I got my condom on and lubed up my own by-now raging hard on.
"Hey mate... I'm going in."
I slid carefully into him, all the while getting off on his intense enjoyment of the experience. I kept it nice and slow, but very, very steady.
"OH CHRIS.... that's awesome!! Oh my God..."
It didn't take me long to reach my limits.
"Jase, oh my God, I'm almost there!!! Oh fuck..."
"Ahhhh.... You're so good!"
"Ohhh... So are you!!"
"Uhh... oh yeah... uhh... uhhhhhhhhh..."
And so ended the first of many hot sessions I was to have with Jason over the next 8 hours. He grew into his helplessness as I alternated between playing gently with his hot, tanned body and fucking him senseless.
I untied his hands and ankles and he got up uncertainly, almost falling over the first time. I was there to help support his frame as he gradually found his feet and, within a few minutes, was steady again.
"Wait there," I said, and headed for the garage to get his stuff. As he dressed, I said, "Hope you enjoyed that!"
"Hell, yeah... We should do that again sometime!"
He switched on his phone. Four messages. One asking where the hell he was. We both laughed.
"I can't be stuffed cooking tonight, fancy some Red Rooster?", he said.
"Yep, that'd be fine, mate."
We went to his car and I looked over at him. He smiled sweetly as we headed off for our deliciously unhealthy end to the day.