GEOFF'S POINT OF VIEW
Chapter 3 by Donny Mumford
Sure enough, the past five weeks Bruce's been nagging me for sex. It really shouldn't surprise me because I read about this phenomenon a couple of months ago on Google; it's just that I had a hard time believing the whole "my boy" thing until I experienced it with him. After taking Bruce's cherry in that totally dominating fashion he now thinks he's "my boy" just as predicted in the article. It's fairly obvious that Bruce had a predisposition to be a submissive "boy" before I met him; he's also spoiled and immature so that factors into it somehow as well. Not that I have a problem with any of that, I like Bruce; it's finding the time to service his sexual needs that's the problem. We're a threesome much of the time; Dajuan, Bruce, and me and I don't mean that kind of threesome. I mean we hang out together as three buddies, not as a sex three-way. Bruce and my sex is our secret just like Dajuan and me keep our sexual activities a secret; nobody knows nothing about anything, except me. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays after school it's me and Dajuan working-out after which we mess around with sex play and then we fuck. Later on we'll usually hook up with Bruce to chill. Tuesday afternoons, when Dajuan has his two hour guitar lesson, Bruce and I do the bondage play, then the sex. On Thursdays the three of us have an ongoing computer game competition so there's no sex that day... none that I know of anyway, and the weekends are up for grabs. It's a very sexy schedule for me, one that's basically allowing me to catch-up on the years I've missed out on the gay side of my nature. I wasn't even aware I had a gay side until recently. This double sexual outlet for me of Dajuan and Bruce is excellent from my point of view, but it's definitely not enough sexual action for Bruce.
When Bruce and I do get into our sexy play though it's great for both of us, we're definitely happy campers on Tuesdays. It usually goes like this... Bruce drives us to his house after school, then in his room I'll tie him up in different positions to fondle his body and rub leather on him until his cock gets throbbing hard and begins shooting tight strings of cum so hard they fly three or four feet through the air... it's fun watching his cum shots. There's always lots of heavy breathing, moaning and squealing from Bruce as he's deeply into his fetishes; they produce some intense climaxes for him. Bruce sometimes will suck my cock getting it ready for me to fuck him, but whether or not we do the oral sex there's always fucking going on. All of that is awesome, it's just too few hours of sexy fun per week to keep Bruce from nagging for more. Ya see, Bruce has acknowledged his gayness to himself for a long time but he's only relieved his sexual urges for a relatively short period of time. He did it with a kid named Mickey in middle school; since then Bruce's sexual needs have accumulated to be quite a load. I gotta admit it was my bright idea to make him my boy and it's looking more and more like I made a big mistake with that. As I've said, I like Bruce a lot... it's just that he's too needy, ya know? He does the nagging in a kind of humble way while at the same time proclaiming his love for me, which is nice, but can also be a pain-in-the-ass. Anyway, I tell him all the time he's in lust with me, not love.
Here's an example of our sexy play together, this is exactly what happened yesterday as a matter of fact. First thing I did was give Bruce a bare-ass spanking as punishment for all his nagging and, frankly, I spanked him because it's a turn-on for me to do that. Truth is, I can usually come-up with a reason to spank him even when he's not nagging. He's smaller than me so it's not hard to get him across my lap, pull his pants down and give him a good old-fashioned spanking. Yesterday, as usual, he squirmed like mad trying to get away, he kept putting his hands back there to protect his stinging bubble butt ass, he scissor-kicks his legs crying out for me to stop, promising he'll be good, and all those kinds of things. It's much different than Dajuan's spankings, but a big turn-on for me just the same. Anyway, since I'd fucked Dajuan Monday I wasn't particularly horny on Tuesday, but by the time I was done spanking Bruce I'd gotten the horny urges going for me pretty good again. Obviously the spanking and bondage is right up a dominant boy's alley; great for someone like me. I mean, tie-up a cute submissive gay boy and do what I please with him... come on, that's rocking! But here's a vital factor in all this, Bruce loves it more than I do. If he wasn't on-board with everything, it wouldn't work for me. I couldn't force another boy against his will, that would suck. Oh sure, Bruce tries to get away from the spankings but that's part of the turn-on for him, the sexy play needs to entail some form of restriction of his free will in order for it to be erotic; like him being tied-up. Yesterday, after he calmed-down from his spanking, we did the old standby which is the four-bedpost-tie-up. Bruce lays face-down on his bed and I stretch out his arms fastening each wrist to the headboard's bedposts, then the same for each of his ankles at the foot of the bed; obviously, at this point he's totally helpless. Yesterday Bruce was wearing his new leather vest and the leather pants he wore the first time we did this together, the ones open at the crotch and buttocks. I got up on the bed to sit naked on his back; my knees bent, feet back with my calves hugging his slim sides. I put on the leather gloves and rubbed his back and neck, then reaching under him to fondle his hard cock and his little sack of nuts... it's very erotic for Bruce and not too bad for me either. The shivering he does and the goose bumps that pop-up on his arms, his moaning and constant gentle hip-humping indicate just how sexually stimulated and aroused he gets. When his cock is hard as a steel pipe I stroke it with my leather-gloved hand and his head starts moving back and forth with him murmuring my name. It actually gets to be quite a turn-on for me too.
To be honest though, this kind of thing freaked me out a little at first although it wasn't long before I was acclimated to it. For a dominant boy like me, what's not to like? Actually, it's an ideal activity for both doms and subs. Sitting naked on tied-up Bruce yesterday, already turned-on by the spanking, I sprung a nice boner in about ninety seconds. Leather does feel awesome on a boner so I stroked mine grunting with each stroke at the intense sensations. When my cock got rock hard I'd nestled it in his ass crack and went back to massaging his body, my body's motion dragged the swollen head of my hard cock to-and-fro over his hole. Bruce got ridiculously squirmy with lots of deep breathing and frustrated grunting and moaning, frustrated because he couldn't stroke his own cock. Generally I try to keep him just on the edge of climax which is what I did yesterday; it builds-up an overwhelming urge to cum. He soon began babbling nonsense in that ten year-old-boy's voice he slips into at times; my boner's swollen head continuing it's sliding motion over the quivering lips of his anus. To further heighten his erotic state, I stretched out to lay naked on him, adjusting my boner downward between his legs, poking his nuts in the process. That fat six-inch dick of mine was hard as a pipe, it's wet head dripping clear precum onto his scrotum... drip drip drip until the accumulated drops swelled and rolled around either side of his sac to accumulate under his balls causing Bruce's body to shiver. Then I made a leather pillow with both gloved hands for his face to lie on. He'd move his face back and forth over the palms of my hands, his nose pressed into the leather, humping his hips. Jesus, it was hot! I outweigh Bruce by maybe thirty-five pounds of muscle and I'm taller too, this is another turn-on for him because it adds to his feeling of total submissiveness. He'd mumble "I'm your boy, Geoff... your little-dicked-boy." It'd be funny if it weren't so pathetic, and so true, and so sexy. He actually does have a little dick, not that I care that much about the size of his dick, I'm just saying. Bruce was tied-up wearing his leather stuff, me naked on top of him and my boner pressing against his nuts; as you might imagine, he didn't last long. He was soon wildly humping the mattress jostling me on his back, squirting his cum onto the mattress under him, blast after blast while squealing and struggling against his bonds like you wouldn't believe.
Yesterday I tried especially hard to be patient with Bruce; I wanted to be sure he'd gotten the most out of his bondage/leather trip before moving on to my primary interests. He'd finally settled into a contented humming routine with that "mmmmmm" sound slipping out as he enjoyed the after affects of his multiple-tiered climax. So, leaving him tied-up laying in a pool of his own cooling cum, I'd climbed off him and sauntered around to the foot of the bed. No need to hurry, he sure as hell wasn't going anywhere. His helplessness is somehow sexy even though I don't have that fetish. Theoretically I could do any damn thing to him I wanted and that thought alone can sometimes get me hard. Taking a big breath I pushed his leather pant legs up to his knees so I could rub my bare hands up and down his calves feeling the short dark hairs there; feeling, then squeezing his little calf muscles too. The hair on his legs reminds me so much of the hair boys get at the beginning of puberty, dark haired boys that is. When the hair first begins appearing on boy's legs it's more like down... fine, soft, straight hairs which is what the hair on Bruce's calves are like; it's not that wispy curly hair you see on so many guys. Bruce is eighteen so it's kind of freaky that his leg hair is like this, but what are you gonna do, it is what it is. I love the feel of it and I love the general feel of his thin calves too. In addition to enjoying his legs my interest in his feet has grown into a fetish for me and I've taken full advantage of Bruce's incapacitated condition to do my thing on each of his feet, yesterday was no exception. Massaging, smelling, licking, and sucking his toes for ten to fifteen minutes on each foot. I'd untied one leg at a time and just sexed on that thing until I was seeing dots flying around in my vision from the intensity of my arousal. What perfect feet he has, size seven and a half, nice arch, perfectly shaped toes, not a single hair on either foot. OK, so they're not always the cleanest feet in the world but Bruce is a teenager for Christ sakes, I understand that. The week before last I cut his toenails for him... really short too, down to the quick; what a rush that was. By the way, Bruce is now totally enjoying all my footsie play, he really likes it. Both his feet get the same work-over and before I'm finished with them the soles and toes are shiny with saliva and pink from constant stimulation of one kind or another. Doing his feet gives me a raging boner. Boy's legs are awesome, their feet rock!
The smell and the taste of his feet stayed with me in my nose and mouth as I climbed back up on top of Bruce yesterday. I'd grabbed a fistful of his beautiful hair pulling his head back, Bruce whimpering my name as I drove my dripping cock up his ass. I was gasping with sexual desire fucking him in a fury; fucked him hard and fast with precum as our only lube. Humping up and down on his prone helpless body with the full six inches of my boned-up cock pounding up inside him. So fucking hot it was ridiculous, and it was over ridiculously fast too. That first fuck yesterday had me climaxing a flood of cum, me grunting and yelling like a madman, in less than three minutes. I'd been enormously stimulated from the spanking, bondage, and foot play even before slamming my cock up his tight asshole. My cum was squirting out of his hole with me humping him out of control for a few minutes after climax, and then I left my cock up his ass while catching my breath. About a half hour later I gave his ass a second fucking that lasted a lazy, luscious twenty minutes before we both had little phantom second climaxes. Well, I guess they weren't totally phantom because there was some squirting liquid, just nothing like our initial climaxes earlier... felt awesome just the same. After that I'd untied Bruce and we lay together naked and sweaty for awhile, kissing and cuddling. Bruce insinuated his little body inside my hugging arms telling me how fabulous I am and how much he loves me and how glad he is that he's my boy . Hey, it's flattering and we all like to be flattered. I noticed something surprising too; making-out with a boy is hotter than I remember it being with girls. That's if I'm remembering correctly, maybe my memory is playing tricks on me. And here's something else: I always assumed it would be awesome to be worshiped or loved by someone the way Bruce claims to feel about me, but it's not all I hoped it would be. First of all it's kind of hard to respect a kid who worships you, ya know what I mean? And, Bruce has become so submissive to me it's just not as much fun as it was the first couple of times we screwed around together. Like I mentioned, he sometimes talks in this little boy's voice and all... it's grating, annoying. It reminds me of how I get annoyed with Garrett all the time, snapping at him then getting mad at myself for losing my temper. Of course, I only snap vocally at Garrett, when I get annoyed with Bruce I do more than snap at him, I spank him till he's whimpering and then I feel bad about that too. Lately though, like Dajuan, Bruce is starting to like the spankings, that's weird.
Speaking of Garrett, stuff has been going on with him the past five weeks too. For example, not too long after Bruce became my boy I slipped on some wet grass heading down to the DPW building for a smoke. It's embarrassing falling on your ass, but what are ya gonna do? And worse, breaking my fall with my left hand caused me to sprain my wrist. It swelled up pretty badly and hurt like hell so after school we skipped our work-out and Dajuan took me for an X-ray at the hospital. Luckily there was no break, just a sprain, but for a week I needed to wear an Ace bandage and was only able to do one-handed exercises for another week after that. Anyway, at lunch the first day with the sprained wrist I'm struggling with my tray using one hand when Garrett comes dashing up to take the tray, saying "Let me get what you need, Geoff! I don't mind standing in the lunch line for you." So, ever since then he's been standing in line getting my lunch while I wait at our table or screw around doing whatever I feel like doing. Naturally I give Garrett the money for my food and he just brings my lunch to me; Dajuan mockingly refers to it as "fetching". This was Garrett's attempt at brown-nosing his way into sharing my room on the senior trip. Of course I'd already told Bruce and Dajuan that Garrett is the forth in our room, I just hadn't gotten around to telling Garrett yet... this took place almost five weeks ago now.
"Fetching" my lunch has also afforded Garrett the luxury of sitting at our lunch table each day. OK, I'm being facetious about the word "luxury" but Garrett probably thinks of it in that way. I kinda like him sitting with us because he's fun to look at; wicked cute kid with those round eyeglasses, shiny blue eyes and his wicked clean youthful looks. I could just lick his face; he looks like he's about fourteen years old and that's such a hot age for boys. Another thing about Garrett, he's got big feet for a kid his size. Long narrow feet and I can't help but think of the old saying about "where there's big feet there's a big dick". Well hell, I already know he has himself a long dick. He's an interesting kid and I guess my interest in him is obvious because Bruce is jealous of Garrett. Kinda funny seeing him controlling his temper around Garrett though; he controls it because I'd been real tough with him about being nice to Garrett. The first day Garrett fetched my lunch Bruce was like, "Geoff, let me get your lunch for you, ya don't need him, you got me... I'm your boy." I was like, "Stop it, just stop it, Bruce. It wasn't even my idea that he gets my lunch, Garrett just came up and did it on his own. He showed initiative and you should try doing a little of that yourself. And don't start pouting either, be pleasant with him or I won't be coming to your house with you Tuesday after school." It gives me a stiffy seeing those two cute guys competing for my attention. And let me tell ya, I've discovered that when Bruce hears me threaten to skip a Tuesday in his bedroom, he shapes up fast. He gave me his pathetic whine, "I'm sorry, Geoff... I'll be nice to him, I promise." Jesus, the two of them are a trip!
Now it's been weeks since I slipped on the grass, but Garret's still getting my lunch for me. I'm allowing him to keep doing his fetching thing because the lunch line is a huge pain in my ass. By the way, the lunch fetching deal didn't go unnoticed by the general population. It was a couple of weeks ago now... I was wandering casually around the cafeteria having already told Garrett what I wanted for lunch. There was this big notice on the old bulletin board so I'd wandered over to read it. It wasn't relevant to me though, something for freshmen only and on my way back to the table I saw Garrett carrying the tray with my lunch on it. He wasn't bothering anybody when Neil Patrick bumps into him accidentally-on-purpose and gives Garrett this phony apology, "Oops, I bumped into Gardner's flunky by mistake. Oooh, what a shame. Be careful, don't spill your hero's milk, ya fairy" and then, holding his own tray in one hand, Neil shakes Garrett's arm making the food jiggle precariously on the tray. Garrett's blushing up a red storm, he whines, "Hey Neil, don't! I'm not, I mean he's not a hero or anything, his wrist is sprained and I'm helping out, that's all!" Neil goes, "You dumb tool, he had that sprained wrist weeks ago. How's his ass taste, ya fruitcake?!" Red in the face, Garrett's trying to get by, but Neil keeps blocking his path and mocking him. They didn't know I was right behind them. Neil mocking Garrett really pissed me off at the time and my head just heated up like it always does when I'm pissed and seeing red. I stepped up behind Neil and swept my foot sideways into the side of his right foot which in turn swept that foot over into his left foot and down he goes, his tray of food splattering on him crashing to the floor. Forcing myself to leave it at that I said, in a flat monotone, "Oops, hope ya didn't sprain your wrist. My bad." Naturally, every kid in the cafeteria had turned their attention to the commotion and so saw what happened.
Neil's furious, the front of his shirt is covered with tomato soup. He'd started to get up spitting out, "You clumsy assho..." Then he saw it was me looking down at him, my lip slightly curled and my bad-ass, dead-eye stare basically daring him to finish that thought. He'd immediately changed his posture from furious to annoyed, saying "Ah fuck... just forget it!" as he was picking himself up, me still staring at him. Garrett had watched in fascination because he'd probably never before come out on top in one of these bully confrontations. Feeling my constant stare Neil averted his eyes, licked his lips, and dropped his attitude again, this time down from annoyed to "everything's fine." He mumbles, "I'm fine, Gardner... no problem..." Not willing to let him off the hook quite yet, I'd sarcastically asked him again, "Hurt your wrist, did ya?" He looked around then and saw everyone watching, swallowed audibly and switched his mood to contrite. He goes, "It's good... I'm good, but thanks for asking." Nodding my head at him, still with the threatening stare, Neil tried pretending I wasn't still staring at him. He brushed at the front of his shirt self-consciously with a dirty napkin he'd picked up off the floor, dabbing stupidly at the tomato soup that must have burned when it first hit him. I'd been aware of the silence around us, so I glanced over at the nearest table and saw four kids staring back; they saw the expression on my face and immediately looked away. I looked at another table and got the same result. Satisfied, I said quietly to Garrett, "Go ahead now, it was just accidental contact all the way around. Go on, Garrett." His eyes beamed as he stared at Neil, who wouldn't look back at him. Neil had made himself busy picking his lunch up off the floor by then. As for me, I'd taken a deep breath of relief that it was over. There was no victorious feeling of righting a wrong; it was more of a relief than anything else. There isn't any way I could have allowed myself to lose face, I had to stick up for Garrett but I did it with a feeling of dread, wishing Garrett could take care of himself. I'd acted to protect my self image as much as to stick up for Garrett.
Garrett, by the way, is still standing in the lunch line for me right up till today, funny how no one else has mentioned anything about it to any of us. That day though most of those kids were probably thinking I'm the worst psycho the school's ever seen. They think nothing bothers or scares me, but they're wrong. Oh yeah, my adrenaline was flowing that day for sure and that's because I was scared! Scared I'd look weak, scared Neil would be one of the rare breed of kids who will fight and he's a big tough kid... plus, win or lose we'd both have been suspended, the thought of that scared me too. I was afraid an authority figure of some sort would show up and I'm not good around authority figures. I'd also been scared Garrett or Neil might hear my heart pounding in my chest and realize I was scared just like everyone else. Another thing that bothers me even to this day, I'm not a psycho and don't like it that they might have thought I was. I'd much rather be one of them, but I'm not. I see myself, rightly or wrongly, in a survival mode at all times and it's exhausting and lonely a lot of the time. Back at the table that day the roar of conversation picked up all around us, and it was a relief to me that kids went back to minding their own business. Even though Neil is a known bully, and he started the whole thing by picking on Garrett, I know they mostly see me as the bad guy and that hurts. It was a real chore that day for me to force food down after that incident, but I did it anyway because I wanted to appear unfazed by the confrontation and I knew some kids would be sneaking peeks over at me. There are always some who get vicarious thrills from the troubles of others. Garrett had excitedly told Dajuan and Bruce what happened when they finally got through the lunch line and I remember Dajuan looking at Garrett, looking wary, like, "No fucking way!" He blurts out, "Neil Patrick? That kid's the biggest prick in the whole fucking school, he's tough!" Then to me, he warns, "Ya might need my help if you're gonna pick a fight with him, dude." I'd just shrugged like I wasn't worried about it, and changed the subject... perception is all.
And another very odd Garret-incidence happened just last Thursday. It was a day that neither Dajuan nor Bruce were down for a smoke with us after lunch, just Garrett and me. Funny, but it happened because I got irritated at how excited Garrett became thinking, "What the fuck's was the big deal?" At the time we were outside the DPW building smoking, well I was smoking, Garrett was pretending to smoke. He'd take a puff and blow it right out, making a face with each exhale. What the hell, he'd bought the cigarettes we were smoking so I just shrugged and ignored his stupid pretend way of doing it. Anyway, exhaling a drag from my Winston, I'd casually mentioned, "Oh by the way, dude, you can stay with us in D.C. if you want." Well, really excited now, he began jumping up and down yelling, "Thank you, Geoff... thank you. I'm in your posse now for real..." going on and on with the crazy fucking jumping, without any sense of "face"; act a little bit cool with this, why don't ya! I'm looking around, thinking ... can I believe this shit? It was embarrassing but thankfully no one was paying any attention to us, mostly because we were on the school side of the DPW's building and most kids smoke around the back, hidden from view. I'd managed to put up with Garrett's demonstration for about two seconds, then flicked my cigarette butt behind me and grabbed Garrett right out of the air on his third jump of joy and held him against my body, his feet off the ground. Enunciating each word, I'd said "Shut - the - fuck - up!" He was like dumbfounded to find himself up against me, like... "how'd I get here?" "Ya hear me! Someone from the school will look down here and catch us smoking!" Garrett had been real quick to adjust to his situation, he'd made a funny squeaky noise at first, then somehow molded himself to me. OK, I admit it... his body felt awesome squeezed against mine.
I'd caught him in mid-air with his arms captured between our bodies, his cigarette smoldering on the ground. Garrett's cute head was almost level with mine but he had it pulled back away from my face, sunlight reflecting off his glasses. I could smell his nice boyish odor, a fresh scent that overcame even the smoky cigarette smell; he probably always smells good. He'd stopped yelling immediately and was looking at me with an astonished expression on his face. All I could think of at the time was... cute, cute, cute... a very youthful, wonderfully boyish look to this kid. Of course Garrett was blushing up a storm, he's always blushing. More interesting than anything though was the fact he'd sprung a boner, the world's fastest boner. In my arms and against my body for five seconds and his boner was already between us, pointing up and poking my belly just above my limp dick. I'm telling you this kid has himself a serious penis package! He'd started in humping the boner gently into my belly, probably couldn't help himself. Ya get yourself a throbbing hard-on and you more or less have to hump into whatever is available, it's an involuntary movement. Well, for a couple of seconds we'd stared into each other's eyes, he looked scared and I wanted to grin at him and at this dumb situation I'd stupidly created, but instead I said, "Are you queer for me, Garrett?" He'd flinched at the question, grunted, and then turned darker red; the heat from his face so hot I felt it on my face. I was still holding him against me, him holding his head back, straining his neck, his feet off the ground. I'll never forget how he averted his eyes, nodding his head up and down "yes" to answer my question. I did a whispering command, "Say it out loud, Garrett" and he'd said, real low, "Yes, I'm queer for you, Geoff... don't be mad at me... OK?"
It was so fucking weird. First Bruce confesses his gayness for me about a month earlier, and then Garrett just last week. I can't say it was that much of a surprise in Garrett's case, he's been putting out a lot of signals, but Bruce did surprise me. Both Bruce and Garrett have something in common that I've missed out on, they've both known about themselves being gay for years. They'd had time to get used to the concept I guess, and consequently neither seemed to mind readily admitting their gayness to me. I would imagine they both realize they've got submissive natures as well, submissive without necessarily using that word to describe or explain themselves, to themselves. And, both are attracted to me... why is that? Is it because I'm a dominant type? That's at least partially it, but also maybe it's because I'm a nice looking boy their age with a ripped body who doesn't seem to date girls. They probably didn't think those things consciously, but subconsciously these facts were recorded and analyzed in their brains, and out came the hidden command, "Hang around Geoff Gardner, see what happens." Or, maybe it's all coincidence that the only three kids I associate with here at Dover/Sherborn high school are gay and all three just happened to pick me to be their friend, as I didn't pick any of them. That's some big coincidence alright!
When I started my senior year here I was willing to go it totally alone the entire year, but early on Dajuan ingratiated himself to me. A couple of weeks after that Bruce asked if he could eat lunch with Dajuan and me... that was before I even considered myself friends with Dajuan, so I'd just given Bruce a blank look and shrugged my shoulders like, "I don't give a shit where you eat lunch, dude". Dajuan was persistent and kept inviting me to his house to work-out with the free weights while Bruce was continuing with the quick little smiles at me, hanging with me at school. Sometimes I wouldn't even acknowledge his presence, but just the same he'd silently stay with me while I smoked, and then leave when I left, walking next to me without saying a word... what was I supposed to do? After awhile it got to be flattering that this kid wanted to be around me so much and we began small talk which led to regular BS'ing and we became friends... like that. I'd started working out with Dajuan by then and the three of us just connected. Then, last Christmas Dajuan and I got drunk and made-out with each other and I discovered I was bi... that whole deal. Since then, in less than six months, I've acquired these two additional submissive sex partners; Garrett, who considers me his fantasy sex master and bodyguard, and Bruce, who says he's in love with me. Dajuan's the only one who seems to understand that we're just buds doing some hot buddy sex together. None of them knows about the others, and the week after next we'll all be in the same hotel room for the senior class trip to Washington, D.C. for two nights. Jeez!.
When I'd put Garrett slowly back down on the ground last Thursday, my mind was going a mile a minute. His quick admission that he was gay for me had taken me by surprise and I wasn't sure what to do or say next. I remember staring at him wondering, "Is he jerking me around? Does he think I'm queer and so he says he is too, to mock me?" It's not in my make-up to allow the possibility that someone is making fun of me; I don't have enough self confidence for that. I need to always have the upper hand, so I made sure Garrett knew who's in charge here by resorting to my old standby... physicality. Getting my arm around his neck, I'd pulled him roughly into my right side, telling him, "Since you're so queer Garrett, put your hand in my pocket, you seem to like doing that, don't ya?" He'd taken his glasses off with his right hand mumbling something like, "No, don't be like that, Geoff... don't be mad at me, please." I told him I wasn't mad at him. "Just put your god-dammed hand in my pocket." Ha! He started to reach into my back pocket with his left hand like that day he'd pestered me outside the cafeteria and I got him in a headlock. I snapped at him, "My side pants pocket!" In goes his hand, it felt so sexy having another boy's hand in my pocket, intimate as hell. "Leave it there, we're going to walk together behind that wall so I can do an experiment to see how queer you really are, keep in step." He was scrunched against me as we took small steps toward the trash bin area on the side of the building; we'd be totally out of sight there. Garrett's saying, "I'm sorry I said I was queer for you, Geoff. You're hurting my neck." God-dammit, I hate hurting him but I gotta find out what this is all about.
As we made progress toward the concealed area I'd consciously tried to maintain a conversational voice, asking him, "Have you ever done anything queer, Garrett?" He shakes his head, "no." "Ya never sucked a guy's cock?" Another shake of the head, "no." I didn't have him in a headlock this time, just had my arm tightly around his neck so that his head was pulled against my shoulder. He's three inches shorter than me so each shake of his head was fluffing his hair over the corner of my mouth, I say, "Garrett, pretend we're on the fucking radio, OK?" When I ask a question ya gotta talk out loud cause people can't see you shake your fucking head if we're on the radio." He said, "Huh?" and I almost laughed out loud because he's always so clueless. I repeated my outrageous questions and he told me, "No, I never did anything queer and I never sucked a guy's cock." He gave his replies seriously; he didn't answer in a flip or smart-assed way at all. Things like that make it hard for me not to like Garrett. When we got behind the wall I asked him, "Would you like to do something queer with a guy?" He shook his head "no" and before I could scream at him for shaking his head, he said, "Um, Who?" and I go, "Who would you want to do it with?" A shrug was Garrett's answer, followed by an unintelligible sound. By now I was sure he'd simply given me a truthful answer when he said he was queer for me, but I was having fun so when he shrugged at my question, I yelled "We're on the fucking radio, Garrett, remember!" He'd mumbled "Radio?" in a questioning way, not having picked-up on my premise. I've already mentioned his boyish smell but what a nice armful his taut, slim body was too. It was no surprise then when Garrett mumbled an answer to my "who" question. "With you, maybe... don't get mad, OK?" At the time nothing seemed like a really good idea of how I should respond to that... the other thing is, as much as I'd tried to ignore it, he was turning me on, ya know?
Well, taking an aggressive position is something I've taught myself to do in all awkward situations so I tried that with Garrett. I told him "Reach over a little with that hand you have in my pocket, and grab hold of whatever you run into." Naturally he'd moved his hand away from my dick, but I'd remained patient and didn't snap at him. "The other direction, Garrett!" Then I felt his fingers in my pocket bump against my dick. "Take it in your fingers." He'd managed to get two fingers around it and just hold it, his grip was about an inch down from the head of my cock, felt real good too. It was kind of funny because when he had his fingers around my dick he'd started making these hiccupping sounds in his throat and again I almost burst out laughing. Keeping the humor to myself, I'd gone for the obvious question, "How'd you like to put that thing you're holding into your mouth, Garrett?" He dropped the hiccupping and coughed, tried to say something, then came out with, "Um, I don't know..." and he coughs again. With my arm around his neck I'd then pulled him around to face me. I was thinking... no way can I take a chance whipping my dick out here. I'd gotten another idea though and told Garrett, "Keep holding my dick, I'm going to show you something else a queer like you will love." What the hell, he's gay and I'm bi and I'd been wanting to do this for awhile now, so I went for it. I leaned down and covered his mouth with mine, sucking on his lips, then licking across the front of his teeth. He went, "Agggg" and when his mouth opened up my tongue went inside... sweet!
With my tongue in his mouth he'd somehow managed to plaster his body against mine again, my right leg in between his legs. I'd actually gasped into his mouth when my thigh hit right up against his boner... it's a nice long one too. "Ooh...!" he'd exclaim whenever I'd put pressure on his cock. I sucked his tongue, then went back to kissing him more conventionally on the lips and down under his cute chin and then on his neck. That kid has got such a great mouth, wonderful lips, and a clean fresh taste to his mouth and neck. He did respond, kissing me back and making lots of sounds of arousal and desire; I couldn't tell if he was experienced at making out or just doing what comes naturally. Letting go of his neck and reaching around I got a hand on each of his buttocks and squeezed and massaged that great bubble butt of his and pulled him tighter against me, his long hard cock flat against my thigh. Garrett continued making noises and sounds of pleasure as he humped my thigh reminding me of a dog I saw once who had its front paws hugging a little kid's legs, hugging the leg and humping it's little doggie boner into the kids calf to beat the band. That's what Garrett was doing to my leg now, except he definitely doesn't have a little boner. I'd gotten this passing thought that Garrett probably shouldn't wear shorts in the summer if he's going to be springing boners like this, not unless he wants to air out the head of his cock. We had a very sloppy make-out going for us while I tried fingering his asshole from the outside of his sweatpants. When I'd finally managed to push some material from his underwear and flimsy nylon warm-up pants up his hole he went up on his toes, grunted, then humped his cock against my thigh extra hard and held it there groaning, making little gestures of pressure, breathing noisily. He'd groaned, "Ohhh God! Ahhh!" A few more humps, then one extra hard hump that left him pressed flat against my leg, draining cum from his nuts into his underpants. Like I mentioned, he's shorter than me so when I pulled my mouth off his mouth and straightened up, the top of his head is about level with my nose... it had been an awesome thing to have my nose against his soft strawberry blond hair as he climaxed into his pants, really awesome. He felt so little against my body, and that smell about him is delicious.
My dick had firmed up somewhere along the way even though Garrett had let go of it earlier. He'd continued humping his cock slowly against my leg making "Hmmmmm" sounds for another minute after his climax. Giving him time to catch his breath, I said, "Now what are ya gonna do, Garrett? Huh? You got cum in your pants with half a school-day left... your spunk will stain through your lap in no time." It was so odd the way he'd looked up at me then, I didn't expect it when he asked, trustingly of me, in his usual sincere manner, "What should I do, Geoff?" I wanted to laugh at him and tell him I didn't give a fuck what he did, but instead I wanted to help him. I'd given him my clean handkerchief and told him, "Fold it in half, Garrett, and get it at the front of your jockey short to wipe up the wetness... do it quickly!" His eyes were big, he goes, "Oh, that's a good idea, thanks Geoff!" He'd let go of me then, put his glasses back on, turned around so his back was to me, and rustled around to get the handkerchief inside his underwear. He's such a good kid and I surprised myself at how protective of him I felt. Looking at the back of his head I was hating on myself again, thinking, "Why the fuck did I kiss him like that, and finger his asshole? I should have known he'd cum in his pants... he's so innocent and horny it ain't even funny". As he was rustling the handkerchief inside his underpants Garrett's face got bright red again, I could see it on his cheeks and down on his neck even with his back turned. Still facing away from me he'd mumbled, "That was really random, Geoff... me spunking in my pants like that. Um, you kiss awesome good, Geoff." I said, "Aren't ya gonna turn around?" He turned around then, rubbed his nose with the side of his index finger, and said, "That was dumb, talking with my back to you... I'm sorry. Um, Geoff... ah, are you gay?"
My first thought was, "what the fuck do you think, Garrett?" I let myself get pissed off at him then, the way I get with him too often, snapping at him, "No, numbnuts... I'm one hundred percent heterosexual. Why the fuck would you ask me that, just because I made out with you? Duh, you're a fucking genius!" His feelings were hurt then so I toned it down and mumbled, "Hey, you're OK, Garrett... forget my rant." He'd looks up then and sincerely asked, "Oh, your rant was sarcasm, right?" I was thinking... shit, he's so fucking cute! I wanted to grin at him, but didn't. Instead I nodded my head that it was indeed sarcasm, then I simply told him the truth, "I'm not actually gay because I like girls too. I'm bi, Garrett... but you can believe I'm gay if you like." He'd taken a big breath and said, "I believed you when you said you're bi, Geoff... why wouldn't I?" I grabbed him at the back of his neck and pulled him against me, kind of a hug and said, "You tastes good, Garrett... our kiss I mean, your mouth taste good". Big gulp from him, he looks away and says, "Oh, thanks. Ya know, kissing you didn't have any affect on me at all..." then a shy look back at me with half a grin. I said, "Your pants tells me otherwise", noticing his cute grin, I tried to imitate him, saying, "Oh, that was sarcasm, right?" He nodded his head and leaned against me; just then the bell sounded, we're late for class.
That was almost a week ago and we haven't done anything remotely like that since. Just the normal Garrett stuff except there is something new with Garrett; there's this sense that he's waiting for me to give him a signal of some kind and I'm not sure what I want to do about that. The dynamics between Garrett and me are different somehow from the ones between Dajuan and me or Bruce and me; I've been trying to sort out exactly what the differences are without success. Whatever, I just know it's cool having three hot gay boys available for a sexy time whenever I want. It's something I wouldn't have dreamed of a year ago of course, but I'm certainly not complaining about it. And then there's Doug Mc Kenzie. He's one of those kids I've been feeling more comfortable with lately but I haven't had the confidence to pursue a closer friendship with; sort of a fear of rejection, I guess you could say. Unexpectedly he's invited me to an early graduation party at his house next week. He told me it will be mostly his family, relatives, and neighbors but he also wants a few of his close friends there too. I'm thinking "Close friends? Me?" Doug's in my homeroom, he sits across from me and only this morning told me about the party. He was pressing an envelope into my hand while talking, explaining he needs to hand deliver this because he didn't know my address. The envelope contained the official invitation to the party. That fucking thing was the classiest card I've ever seen. Raised printing, engraved with my name and the details of when, where, etc... that sort of thing. It fascinated me, on the back I read... Crane & Co. "Personalized Invitations...." This was one of the "Tassel Ribboned Graduation Invitations" line of invitations, according to the additional information on the back. Heavy paper, lined envelope, and so on; I wondered how much does something like this cost. It became an obsession with me. Next class was a study hall so as soon as I got there I requested a library pass, then off I went hoping to score one of the computers there.
There are six general use HP computers in the library but all were occupied when I got there. Checking out the kids on the computers, I spot a sophomore nerd and go stand real close to him. I have no idea who he is, a short goof with glasses, dandruff on the shoulders of his dark knit shirt, longish hair, pudgy body. He tried to ignore me but I hovered over him, willing him to squirm. After two minutes of this, without looking up, he squeaked, "I'll be on this computer the whole period." I go, "No, you won't... you need to go to the bathroom and do pee pees. As a favor to you I'll save the computer for you until you get back... now get moving or I'll make you go pee pee right here". I spoke in a monotone which can be intimidating if you don't know who you're dealing with. Banging the keyboard, he cleared out of his program, abruptly stands up, and snarls, "Alright, but only five minutes, then I tell Miss Parker!" and he stalks off mumbling, "Neanderthal!" I smiled because, while the little shit does have a set of balls on him, he's a pragmatist too... why get in a hassle you're sure to lose for a lousy five minutes of computer time? Sitting at the computer I realize the girl at the computer next to me was giggling. Looking over I see this cute blond girl and thought of my dating days of old. She has a small hot body, cheerleader type. The girl smiled at me cutely reminding me of someone, then she imitated me, "You need to do pee pees." There was this natural, relaxed manner about her. Trying to be a hot-shit, I go, "Sure, lots of people do, didn't you know that?" She nods her head slightly saying, "Yes, I've even done pee pees myself. You're Geoff Gardner, aren't you?" Startled, I ask, "Yeah, how'd you know?" She wasn't a senior, I didn't know her but something about her seemed familiar. She says, "I'm Patty Austin, my brother's Garrett; he thinks you're a god". Trying to remember my hetero days at Peabody High, I took a chance and showed Patty my sheepish smile; she seemed together enough to risk showing it to her. Scatter-brained girls have been known to get overly excited and undress right then and there when I've used that particular smile in the past. I was right though, Patty could handle it... she remained calm.
She's staring at me and now I can recognize Garrett in some of her facial features, she says "Well, are you a god?" I go, "Ya want to go out with me some time?" She laughs and says, "You're so shy! Yes, I'd like to, but Garret's going to be sooo jealous!" She laughed a sincere sounding girly laugh. I'd forgotten how sweet girls can be. A little tongue-tied I go, "How bout, I mean let's say Saturday night?" She says, "Not this one, but I'm free next Saturday night, what shall we do?" Trying to act confident, I go, "OK, next Saturday night it is, seven o'clock sharp! Ah, there's this extremely unusual, but very cool thing I always do on a first date so that's what we're going to do." Patty says, "I'm almost afraid to ask, but what is it?" Keeping a straight face, I say, "Go to the movies, have you ever done that on a date?" She gets this pretend shocked look on her face and says, "The movies? Oh my God, that's so cool. OK, sounds sooo exciting." She was finished with her computer work and was writing something on a piece of paper as she talked. Handing me the slip of paper she says, "Phone number and address and you better watch yourself, your five minutes of computer use is almost up, he'll squeal on you to Miss Parker for sure. Bye till next Saturday, seven o'clock sharp." Patty got up then and passing by me, she mussed my hair, mumbling, "You're a strong looking boy, ain't ya?" and then she was gone. I was out of breath. Adjusting my crotch, I see the nerdy computer kid walking back through the library's front entrance. Real fast I googled "Crane & Co." and sure enough three clicks and there was a replica of the very invitation I had in my hand. Believe it or not, these things cost four hundred and forty-six dollars per hundred. You have got to be shitting me! "Time's up!" the little dandruff boy informs me, I go, "Back already? OK then, it's all yours, thanks dude!" I got up and hustled outside to see if Patty was still around. Damn, she was gone. Hmmm, maybe I won't stick exclusively with the boys after all, she got my dick twitching like the good old days.
Instead of going back to study hall I went down to the DPW building for a cigarette and some contemplation. Why was I able to be confident enough with Patty to ask her out and yet I've been afraid to ask any Dover/Sherborn girls out this entire year? Well, lets see... she's Garrett's sister, she approached me in a really friendly manner, she told me Garrett thought I was a god and she didn't make too much fun of that, she seemed much more down to earth than most of the girls I'd observed around here. What else? Well, high school's almost over for me so maybe I just don't give much of a shit anymore, could that be it? Maybe that's part of it, whatever... I'm looking forward to going out with her. I haven't been out with a girl in almost a year. Now, what do I tell Garrett, or Dajuan, or Bruce? Hmmmm? "Just tell 'em you've got a date stupid, they all know you're bi."
Much later that day, fighting my way through the crowded hallway toward my last class of the day, I ran into Bruce who says, "I've been looking for you, Geoff. Dajuan went home sick after lunch, a kid from his homeroom told me to tell you. I'll give you a ride home, if ya want, OK?" I'm like, "Yeah, thanks, Bruce... give me your cell phone." We're up against the lockers in the noisy corridor, he fishes his cell phone out of his pocket and I call Dajuan's cell. Seeing the caller ID, Dajuan says, "Bruce, did ya get the message, dude? I can't drive Geoff home today?" I go, "This is me, Dajuan... what's wrong, why'd ya leave early?" He says, "Oh man, I'm so fucking sick. The nurse thinks its fucking food poisoning, something from lunch 'cause it came on me so fast. This sucks, and trust me, you don't want the details." I say, "Ya got that right! Hey, I'm sorry you're sick, man. I'll call you tonight. Get better." I tell Bruce about it and he says, "Gee, I'm sorry Dajuan's sick, but, ya know... ah, do ya think you can take care of my, you know, your boy's needs this afternoon? Your boy badly needs you to fuck him, Geoff!" He looked needy when he said that, he looked cute too. I say, "I thought we were getting haircuts after school..." He goes, "Gee Geoff, we get a chance to do our thing together, ya know... can the haircut wait?" I go, "Yeah, let's do it, Bruce. Always a hot time!" I lean close to him then and quietly say, right into his ear "I'm gonna fuck you hard, Bruce ... hard!" my lips brushing his ear as I said it. He grunted and coughed, unconsciously groping his crotch and says, "Phat! I got some new toys for us too!" as we hear the bell. Fuck! I'm late again... off we jog to our classes, him to the second floor, me around the corner. I'm thinking, it's Friday so no sexy fun yesterday and although Dajuan and me had a hot time Wednesday, it's been since Tuesday for Bruce; he'll be hot to trot, so I'm down with this big time.
I meet Bruce after the last class; we're smoking while walking to his car. Smoke drifting from his mouth, he's telling me about his new leather toys which consist of a spreader bar with leather restraints for his feet, and matching leather wrist restraints. He's excited about these things, saying, "They came by UPS yesterday, I told my Mom they're exercise devices. She didn't see the actual toys, just the box." He also bought something called a posture-collar, also leather, as well as a pair of leather shorts. Like his leather pants, the shorts are open at the crotch and buttocks. It amuses me that he's so excited; leather and bondage are his fetishes, not mine. Still, my fetish or not, it fits in with a dom's role to tie up another boy so I'm cool with it now. Bruce says, "I'll show you how to bind me using these new things and, oh God, I'm getting a boner already!" I do a quick ruffled of the hairs up the back of his head mumbling, "You're so funny with this shit." He excitedly replies right back at me, "It rocks so good, Geoff. And, it's so uber cool of you to humor my fetishes." He leans close to me then and whispers, "I love you with a passion." I'm immediately looking around to see if anyone overheard that, there were a lot of kids heading for the parking lot but no one seemed to be showing any reaction. We're approaching his car, I say, "Whatever." At his house, after a shout out to his mother in the kitchen, we went right up to his room. His mother's very nice but she spoils Bruce something awful; she thinks Bruce and I exercise together and in a way we do. Bruce locks his bedroom door and then stands in front of me, taking an "at attention" pose. It's our regular inspection routine which I've stolen from Dajuan's and my routine. Somehow I've developed this thing for Bruce's cool hair and as he stands docilely in front of me I run my fingers through his fine hair and say softly, "Yeah, you do need a haircut badly, dude." But in the next second, I'm reaching between his legs with my other hand to squeeze his nuts tightly, he grunts out, "Owww, Geoff... that feels good." Another hard squeeze and Bruce closes his eyes tightly, stifling another grunt, and leans into me. Letting go of his nuts I reach inside the front of his pants and fondle his bare cock, his pubic hairs brush against my wrist. Always looking for ways to demonstrate my dominance over Bruce, I get a bright idea and say, "I want my boy to have a real boyish appearance down here so we're going to shave off these nasty pubes. Get undressed!" Bruce swallows hard; this is exactly the kind of thing that turns him on, an unexpected dominant move that pushes the boundaries of our sex play.
Completely naked, Bruce again stands before me; I'm running my fingers through his bush asking, "Do you have clippers of some kind?" Bruce says, "Ah... my Dad's mustache trimmer, but please don't shave my pubes, Geoff." I go, "Yeah, I'm going to. Get the trimmer." He starts to say something and I reach around with my hand and smack his bare ass a real good smack, "Get the trimmer, Bruce... and do it quickly or I'll spank you for real." He nods his head, puts on a bathrobe and goes out of the room. He's back in about a minute with the cordless trimmer. I tell him, "Into the bathroom you go," giving his ass a slap through the bathrobe as he hurries past me. I still have all my clothes on of course, Bruce takes off the bathrobe and he's totally naked once more. Very business-like I order, "Spread your legs." Bruce obeys and without hesitating I shave off his pubic hairs, they drift lazily down to collect on the tile floor with Bruce slowly shaking his head. If you ask me, it looks cool. No pubes makes his dick look a little longer too. Rubbing the back of my fingers over the shaved area, it's scratchy. "I'll need to use a razor on this, you got one?" Bruce shakes his head "no." The bathrobe goes back on and he trots into the master bath across the hall to get one of his Dad's disposable razors and some shaving cream. Putting the razor and shaving cream on Bruce's sink, I take a washcloth and run warm water on it. Then I soak his pubic hairs and use the shaving cream to lather and shave him as smooth as the day he was born. Now it feels and looks the way it did before Bruce entered puberty. "That's my boy, Bruce. OK, I did this for you the first time, but it's your responsibility to keep it smooth like this from now on. It'll be part of your inspection whenever we play bondage games. If it's scratchy down there you'll get a spanking. Do you have a problem with any of this?" He was flush as he rubbed around his shaved belly, "No Geoff, you know I'm gonna do what you say. Anyway, I'm beginning to like it already 'cause it feels good and looks cool and makes me feel more like I'm really your boy." I patted his cheek, "That's right, you are my boy".
Bruce cleaned the clipped pubic hairs off the bathroom floor as I looked over his new leather toys. Wow, very nice leather, strong leather smells too. Still, any way you look at it these devices are weird. Reading the instructions for proper usage got me chuckling at the ludicrousness of it all, but I had to admit that it's hot too. Checked the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom and sure enough, Bruce had already screwed in some heavy-duty hooks at either end of the top door molding to hang from while wearing the wrist restraints. The hooks need to support his weight which I'd guess is about a hundred and twenty pounds. Bruce is a slim lad alright. Finishing the clean-up, Bruce can hardly contain his excitement. First he pulled on the leather shorts with the front and back openings exposing his newly shaved crotch in front and hairless buttocks in back. I buckled the attached leather belt at the back and goosed his hot ass as Bruce squirmed in the leather shorts. The belt portion was bellybutton height and the legs extended down to just above his knees. I liked these better than the leather pants because I like rubbing Bruce's thin calves which are now exposed and looking so cool. Then he put on the posture-collar, this preposterous thing which is made of stiff leather fits around his neck and is supported by his collarbones at the bottom and under his jaw bone at top, forcing his chin up awkwardly; it looked very uncomfortable but Bruce played with his firming cock as I buckled in the devise at the back of his neck. He muttered, "Ohhh, this is so sexy, I like this a lot!" His head was slightly at an upward angle so eye contact was difficult. Bruce tended to look away whenever I looked him in the eyes anyway so no loss there. Then I buckled on the wrist restraints; they're tight on his wrists extending halfway up his forearm for extra support. Then I had to guide him onto a stool because the posture-collar prevented Bruce from looking down at his feet. He steps up on the stool, lifts his arms, and I hooked the ring of each wrist restraint onto the hooks at either side of the door frame, kicked the stool away and Bruce swung back and forth in the doorway. His feet were only a couple of inches off the floor. If he bent his foot forward he could almost touch the floor with his big toe.
There are a lot of ways to incapacitate a person, this is as good a way as there is. I asked, "Is it too much strain on your arms, Bruce?" He goes, "No, not at all. This is awesome." Before attaching the thirty-inch metal spreading bar to his ankles I leaned down to lift one of his legs by cupping it under the calf with one hand, then cupping under the heel with my other hand. I brought his foot to my nose as his whole body rocked forward gently. Inhaling the odor from his foot, I rubbed my hand up and down his calf; awesome legs on this kid. Inhaling so close to his foot seemed to produce a much stronger foot odor than usual and had my nuts moving in their sac immediately. Bruce whines, "I'm sorry about my dirty feet Geoff, I got up late this morning and didn't have time to shower." Ignoring that, I inhaled again, then rubbed my nose on his foot to capture some of the odor in my sinuses. Sexy smell, sexy as hell. I licked his foot and sucked his toes until the taste was strong in my mouth, then did the same to his other foot. We both had boners; Bruce from the leather bondage and me from my ever-developing foot fetish. After letting go of the second foot, I stroked my cock as Bruce swung to and fro. Then I went right up to him and rubbed my fingers through his hair again while stroking his little boner for him. Bruce closed his eyes and moaned, his posture-collar making it impossible for him to move his neck and his head had very little range of movement as well. This seemed to be a big turn-on for Bruce.
Part of the turn-on for me is to be able to do whatever I want with him, he's truly powerless. I did a quick suck and lick of each his nipples which is one of my favorite things to do to Dajuan. Both of Bruce's nipples were stiff and sticking out when I was done with them and now not only both his feet, but both his nipples are dripping with my spit as well. I used his boner as a short handle to push him backward then pull him forward then back again getting his body swinging freely in the doorway. It's impossible for him to look down so, looking at the ceiling, he goes, "What the... wha? Ooooh, please stroke my dick for me again, Geoffrey." I gave him another push, then began getting the buckles on the legs spreader ready to strap around Bruce's ankles. His body came to a stop soon enough and I attached the leather ankle restraints. God, it's erotic seeing him hanging there so totally immobilized. Naked, shaved pubes, head tilted upward, arms over his head stretched out and attached to hooks holding him off the floor, his feet spread apart... good God, talk about dominating someone! If I put my foot on the spreader bar Bruce couldn't move his body at all. He groaned, "Oh Geoff, I feel like I'm going to cum already" precum dripping from his pee slit.
Pushing the spreader bar with my foot got him swinging again as I took off my clothes. My boner bounced in front of me when I freed it from my jockey underwear. I gotta admit, this really is hot; Bruce has himself a winner here. Taking a thin leather strip I tie it tightly around the top of his scrotum, right under his boner. "That'll slow up your climax, Bruce." He's mumbling, "That's too tight", as I reach up and tie another thin leather strip around his head just under his nose so he can smell the strong leather scent. Bruce stopped bitching about the tight wrap on his nuts as he began concentrated on the leather smell. "Ahhhh... Mmmmm... Ohhh." I put on the leather gloves and, with my foot on the spreader bar began rubbing his motionless body. His boner got tighter and tighter, drip drip drip. He was putting out a lot of aroused, labored breathing as he tried squirming in his bonds, barely able to move at all. More precum and I was now wicked
horny myself so, even though he hadn't gotten off himself yet, I took off a glove so I could collect precum from Bruce's cock and spread it on my boner, his precum and mine will do for lube. Then, pushing Bruce backward to allow me to get past him and into the bathroom, and then behind him, I stood up against his back lining up my boner, held him around his waist and plowed my cock up his ass, way up his ass. "Arggggg, owwww!" he goes, but it felt so fantastic to me and so I just kept pushing it in until my pubes were pressed against his buttocks and held myself there. "No Geoff, that hurts!" I rubbed his nipples with the hand wearing the glove and murmured, "Shhhh, Bruce. It'll feel good in a minute. That's my good boy, shhhh." He calmed down quickly and I withdrew most of the way out and rammed it right back in saying, "Good boy, Bruce." Then again pulling it out and pushing it in, smoother this time, it was sliding up his ass easier now. Letting go of his waist I let him swing some as I fucked him steadily with the motion of his swinging body doing the work, he moaned, "I'm going to cum, I'm right there! Stroke my cock for me, Geoff... please!" What a new feeling; Bruce's new helpless circumstances made it unique to say the least. He had no say whatsoever about anything; I generally just ignored his pleas. It felt so good having his swinging body drift on and then almost off my cock, then back toward me as my boner disappears inside him with Bruce whining, "Please, stroke your boy's little cock for him, Geoff!" Putting that off for the moment I reached up behind his head to undo the slip knot for the leather strip that was on his upper lip, then reached in front to do the same for the strip tied tightly at the top of his scrotum... Bruce groaned, "ohhhh, that's so nice..." It was getting close to my climax, so I wrapped my arms around his chest and did very fast humps in and out of his hole, four inch penetrations real fast for a full minute; only sounds of pleasure from Bruce then, until a frantic, "I'm gonna cum." I finally reached around him to stroke his hard four inch spike and cum immediately flashed out in tight strings with Bruce gasping one long "Ahhhhh!" He fired four nice, long-distance cum shots and then drools of spunk as I continued stroking him with my gloved hand, pumping his asshole with my fat-headed six inch boner.
He'd closed his sphincter muscles when ejaculating each string of cum and that had me right on the edge of climaxing, but I managed to hold off and calm down to fuck his ass another five minutes or so before seeing stars and blasting off filling his bowels with cum as I grunted and moaned in ecstasy. I humped his swinging ass for a few extra minutes then pulled out, dizzy with the sensations of my climax. Backing up a few feet, I plopped down on the toilet seat and watched my cum drooling from the swaying asshole of my submissive boy Bruce, and running down the inside of his legs. After catching my breath I asked if he wanted me to get him down but he wanted to hang there for awhile longer, "It was as hot as I thought it would be, Geoff. You make my world so fantastic and I don't know how I could ever love anyone as much as I love you." "Even when I spank you?" I asked. He says, in a manner indicating he can hardly believe it himself, "Even then, I've been getting a hard-on from the spankings of late. I love being your boy!" I go over and whack his drooling ass a couple of times which gets us both laughing. Then, what the hell, I worked my dick back up his ass again and fucked him for anther ten minutes. It felt so good in there. Bruce wanted to get down after that because he said his arms were numb. I got him down and massaged the feeling back into his arms, then fucked him a third time doggy style, we both had a second climax eventually. I love submissive boys and Bruce has to be near the head of the class. We showered together shampooing each other's hair and making out under the spray. Then we scrubbed the spots on each other's backs that are hard to reach when showering alone.
When Bruce was driving me home a little later he kept looking over at me with his cute grin, he did it a number of times until I asked, "What the fuck's so funny?" He says, "Nothing's funny, it's just so much fun to be in love, that's all." I go, "Right back at ya, bro." We made plans to go to the movies tonight before he dropped me off. Bruce can't chill with me Saturday night because of a family dinner for a grandparent so that sucks. Dajuan's already out for the weekend with food poisoning; oh well, I can use a little down time myself. Thinking about Bruce before dinner I concluded that he's got his faults, but overall I gotta say he's an awesome friend and this crazy bondage sex is uber hot!
I called Dajuan that night but he was in bed sleeping, exhausted from the rigors of food poisoning. His mother said the doctor at the hospital insisted he stay in bed through Sunday. Whoa, sounds bad. Then, out of the blue, Garrett calls me. It was like, "Um, hi Geoffrey, it's Garrett calling." I go, "Hi Garrett, 'sup?" He says, "Ahhh, um, that is... my sister says you're going out on a date with her. Are you?" I say, "Yes, a week from Saturday, we're going to the movies, why?" He's quiet, so I ask again, "Why are you asking me about that, Garrett? Don't ya want me to go to the movies with your sister?" He mumbles, "It's not fair, that's all." I say, "You think I should be going on a date with you instead?" He says, "Yeah, I guess I do. We made-out and you made me cum in my pants, remember?" I go, "Vaguely... Are you that wicked cute Garrett from my high school? Is that the Garrett I'm talking to?" He says, "Oh, don't be like that, Geoff."
He's so sweet, I ask, "Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night, Garrett?" He gets excited, "Really? No kidding?" I go, "I'm serious, but you need to drive because I don't know if I can use my grandparent's car." Garrett's like, "Sure, I'll bring the Volvo convertible, my mom always lets me drive it. This is great!" I tell him where I live and we make plans. After hanging up the phone I'm thinking, "OK, I gotta work all day tomorrow and now I have something to look forward to after work. I'm not the least bit horny right now, but twenty-four hours from now... oh Yeah!"
to be continued
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