Fulfill Male Male Fantasy

"Tied, Tickled, Tasted" - Fulfill Male Male Fantasy Part 3 by Jacob442011@gmail.com [feedback welcome and desired]

The restaurant was warm, bustling, pleasant.

I admit, Conrad said with a smile, I liked you naked and squirming while I jerked your cock.

Beer almost sprayed out of my nose.

Jesus, Conrad! I glanced at a passing waitress. She winked and my cheeks reddened.

So what did you want to tell me? Conrad asked, voice flat and without emotion, eyes smiling.

I cleared my throat.

I love women, I began, pausing. But...

Yes, Conrad prodded - his long, thin fingers scratching the trimmed beard on his chin.

I swallowed, continuing, grateful for the back ground noise.

But, there was something about that time with you that I found really hot. I mean, I was naked, you were dressed... it's like, you were in charge, and I was submitting to you sexually. There's more, though. I mean, having sex with a woman is hotter than getting a handjob, but somehow, getting a handjob from you, a man, in that way, like we did - something about that was really hot for me. I mean, I've had handjobs from women, but this, this was different somehow.

Because I'm a man? Conrad wondered.

Maybe, I admitted. Yeah, I think so. I mean, I'm not sure why, but because it's somehow taboo or something, that makes it even more exciting.

Taboo? Conrad raised his eyebrows.

Yeah, I think so.

You liked being naked with me dressed, and you liked me being in charge?

Right.

Hmm... Conrad was thoughtful. Did you ask me here because you would like another round?

I took a drink of beer.

Yes, but...

But?

I leaned in toward Conrad, across the table, lowering my voice.

I wonder if I might, er, taste, uh, your, uh, cock.

Taste my cock? Conrad sat up, surprised. I'd apparently asked him something different than he'd expected.

I looked sideways, then forced myself to continue. I've been thinking....thinking about tasting a cock, licking one, maybe putting one in my mouth, for, awhile. I'm not sure what I would do with one, to be honest, but I might want to lick it, maybe suck it, at least, to taste it. Not just any cock, though.

Huh, Conrad said, face blank.

I pressed on. I don't want an STD, and I figure - you're a family man, you would be someone safe. Am I right?

You are, he replied, face still blank...

Good - so, maybe we do things like before, only before you jerk me off, I get to, uh, taste your cock.

Okay... Conrad's face was still hard to read.

I think we should both be naked, this time, you and me, naked, instead of you dressed and me naked. And, your balls...

My balls? Conrad prompted.

I, uh, think I'd like to feel, hold, your balls, too, when, I, uh, suck, or lick, your cock.

Well, what about for me? Conrad asked after thinking a moment.

Well last time, you jerked me off and left. It's only fair that you get some pay-off, so maybe this time, I can suck your dick, see how it goes, then you can jack me off, like before.

Conrad thought some more.

I am not sure why a man would want to give another man a blow job, to be honest, but I might let you give me one. However, I have something that I want from you, in exchange.

I looked at him.

This time, he leaned in toward me.

Jim, I want to tie you up and tickle you while I am jerking you off.

The beer was refreshing on my tongue, and the buzz was warm in my head, though it seemed like Conrad had just said that in return for giving me a handjob, he wanted to tie me up and tickle me.

Say what now?

You heard me, Conrad said, smirking. That's my price for letting you suck my dick and giving you a handjob - first, you get naked, tied, then tickled and jerked. Once we do that, I'll let you have a taste.

Mind swirling, I was scared and horny, both. Naked. Tied up? Tickled? Jerked off? Tasting a cock?

A taste and a feel, a feel of my balls, too. It'll be like those videos where a naked woman tickles and masturbates a hot naked chick - you'll be my hot naked chick.

Unexplainably, the idea of being Conrad's hot naked chick turned me on, and the idea of him tickling me sounded okay and maybe even hot when done in conjunction with stroking my cock. Hmmm...

Okay, I said, downing the last of my beer. I'm in.

The next two weeks, I alternated between being horny and scared as I contemplated my coming rendezvous with Conrad.

Then, it was time. 8pm Friday evening, I knocked on his hotel room door. He answered in a red robe, hair wet from just showering. Showering meant a clean cock, I thought, butterflies jumping in my stomach.

Welcome, Conrad gestured me into the room. Ready? He asked.

Yep, I said, mouth dry.

Okay, why don't you put your clothes over there.

I stripped, hands wobbling slightly...

Naked, I turned to face Conrad, as he dimmed the lights, still wearing his robe.

He looked me over, then waved toward the bed. Lay back, he said.

I did so, and he fastened my wrists and ankles. It did not hurt, but it was weird. Instinctively, I tried to move my arms and legs, but they only gave 10-12 inches. Jesus, I'm really doing this.

Conrad stood over me, grinned, and raised a pink feather looking object fastened to a pole. And tickled my belly.

I laughed and began to roll from side to side at the tickle-shock, but I could only tilt left and right, the bonds holding me mostly fast.

Oh God, I giggled as the pink father danced across my arm pits, down my belly, along my inner thighs, back up my sides... Who knew I was so ticklish?

Stop, stop, I yelled laughing, time a blur while Conrad tickled me, now using fingers on one hand and the pink feather in his other.

Oh God, I chortled, then gasped, as Conrad's hand encircled my semi-hard yet quickly stiffening cock.

Squeeze, stroke up, palm cockhead, stroke down.

Oh fuck, I said, pulling against the restraints, trying to open my legs, as Conrad's hand pumped my cock. Stroking faster with one hand, he set down the feather pole and held and caressed my balls with his other.

Here I was, naked, tied, at the mercy of a man - a wiry strong, thin, bearded, fifty-ish man who was owning me and my throbbing penis.

Oh Conrad, I could get uuuuuuuused to this... I said, trying not to moan and closing my eyes.

Suddenly, he stopped, dropping my cock and balls. Then, both hands attacked my arm pits, tickling me relentlessly. My naked body thrashed left, right, up, down.

Stop, no, oh fuck, stop, stop, oh!! I was yelling and laughing and crying as Conrad's fingers danced across my naked skin, tickling me, delighting me, tormenting me.

Whose in charge now, Jim? Conrad asked, fingers working rapidly, his robe shifting slightly so I could see the shadow of a cock and hairy balls.

I was hooting and haw-ing and crying, but I was able to answer, you are...

Who?

You! Hoo hoo hoo Ha Ha Ha...

Say my name!

Hee hee hee - Conrad!

Say it again!

Conrad!

Whose my hot naked chick?

The fingers were relentless, tormenting me, tickling me everywhere ticklish on my tummy and armpits and thighs...

What was he asking? Hot naked chick? What?

I love those hot women tickling each other, and I love it most when they go for the titties! Conrad exclaimed, both hands suddenly flicking my nipples.

Oh God, Ooh Ooh Aaah aah...

Like me playing with your titties! Conrad changed from flicking to pinching and twisting and pulling as well as flicking, and I cried out with pain and pleasure. God damn, I love having my nipples played with, even if it hurts.

Whose my hot naked chick now now now? Pinch, twist, pull, flick - pinch, twist, pull, flick - quirm, moan, cry out, gasp - squirm, moan, cry out, gasp.

Oh God - I am! I'm your hot naked chick! I yelled.

In a flash, fingers encircled my cock and balls, palming and caressing my balls and stroking my cock.

Gah, I squawked at the glorious pleasure of my hand job.

Yes you are, baby, you are my hot naked chick. Now, whose in charge?

You are!

What's my name?

Conrad!

How's it feel?

Oh God, I answered.

How's it feel? He pressed, accelerating his stroking speed, fondling and palming my balls.

Am-aa-zing!

Whose owning you?

Conrad! I yelled.

Who owns you?

Conrad! And... Oh God, I'm going to cum.

Cum for me, Jim!

Oh, God, I'm I'm I'm...

Cum, Jim!

Oh, yeah, I'm cumming!

My entire body became my penis, awash in pleasure as Conrad pumped the warm, milky, sticky man-juice out of me. I writhed in pleasure, arched my back, pulled against my bonds, thrusting my cock up and into Conrad's hand, crying out to Jesus.

When the eruption subsided, Conrad released my wrists and ankles, handing me a towel to wipe up.

How was that?

Fuck, I said approvingly, good. Hot. Even the tickling, the tying up - wow. Dude, you can sure stroke a dick.

Conrad laughed and stretched up his arms, the robe falling from his shoulders.

Still wanting a taste?

The butterflies came back into my stomach, and Conrad climbed naked on the bed and lay back into a pile of pillows.

Yes, I whispered, climbing onto the bed, studying his long, slightly curved semi-hard cock. I reached toward it, then hesitated, licking my lips.

Go on, Conrad said throatily.

So, I did, grabbing the warm rod and giving a tentative stroke. My first cock!

Mmm. Conrad said, leaning his shoulders back and pushing his cock and balls in my direction.

I gave another stroke of the shaft, and Conrad closed his eyes.

When I got to the hardening tip, I lightly caressed the sensitive underside.

Oooh, Conrad replied with apparent approval.

As if in slow motion, I stuck out my tongue, just a little, and leaned in... Then, I gulped and licked the tip. It wobbled, hardening, and Conrad shifted slightly. I licked again, this time starting farther down and slowly running my tongue up until I got to the tip.

I was doing it, I was licking a cock! I felt - excited, horrified, pleased, nervous - but most of all, I felt awe - awe of that stiff, throbbing pole. After a few more licks, I had to taste it, really taste it. I gently pulled the cock to my mouth and wrapped my lips around it, swirling my tongue over it.

Ohhh... Conrad moaned.

Positioning my tongue under the warm pinkish purple tip, I began to move my head and slide it in, and out, in, and out, my tongue pleasuring the base of the cock head, me impaling my mouth on his cock. One hand held Conrad at the base of his pole, the other lightly encircled and caressed his balls, and I continued gently sucking and sliding his cock in and out, moving my head forward and back, sucking and swirling my tongue around his cock, worshipping it hungrily.

Oh, my word, Conrad began, then started to yell - oh oh oh - grabbing my head and skull fucking me - cockhead swelling, salty warm jizz spurting into my mouth and throat.

Ack, I gagged, cum slopping out of my lips, me sucking backwards and forwards while Conrad sat forward and fucked my mouth, thick hairy balls slapping my chin, hands squeezing my head. Oh my, he moaned, and slap to my chin, went his balls. Oh my, he moaned again, and slap went the balls. Moan, thrust, slap - hands squeezing, me doing my best to vacuum the cum out of his splendid snake God of a cock.

Passion and lust and emotion blurred as Conrad finally stopped cumming in my mouth, and as he relaxed his grip on my head, I slowly removed his cock from my dribbling lips. I licked up and down and all around it, licking him clean, worshipping his penis one last time before looking up at him with a tired, weary, confused, yet happy, smile. He smiled back, and I collapsed next to him on the pillows, side by side, wondering what in the world had just happened.

End Part 3 of Fulfill Male Male Fantasy - "Tied, Tickled, Tasted"

Honest feedback welcome and desired. What was hot? What would you have done differently if you were Conrad and Jim? And, if you have a story that this reminds you of, please write me and share @ jacob442011@gmail.com. Thanks again for reading!