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Author's Note.
This story has two main characters, Tim and Mark. Each, in turn, gets to tell his side of the story. You, the reader, may choose to read either or both parts, or press your browser's back button and read neither.
Getting a Life part 4 - Mark's tale.
I woke the next morning to find myself alone in the bed. I almost didn't recognise the room, it was so neat. Downstairs, I could hear the vacuum cleaner running. Ye Gods, Tim really was a tidy queen and no mistake.
I suddenly dawned on me that this was the third straight time in a row we had shared a bed. I tried to remember when that had last happened. I realised that, apart from my time with Ewin, I had never slept with the same guy even two nights in a row. Now I began to worry. God, that wasn't going to happen to me again, was it?
OK, back then I was just 17, I looked older and could get into bars unquestioned. In one I met Ewin. I was quite flattered when this older guy (about 35) came up to me in a bar, a straight bar I might add, and began to chat me up. Until this point in my life I had only had sex with guys of my own age.
Next he was buying me drinks, then making leading comments. Before long he had his hand on my crotch and was checking me out. He must have liked what he found, because in nothing flat I was in a taxi being driven to "his little place in town."
This turned out to be a rather large apartment just off Marble Arch. He had been groping me all the way there in the taxi and started ripping my clothes off as soon as he had the front door shut. When I was naked he led me into the bedroom; more like a bloody hall of mirrors, if you ask me. The floor was the only surface of the room that had no mirrors on it.
From the bed you could see yourself in action from every possible direction, and in action I soon was. Ewin stripped off in a flash. He had a nice slim body and his buns were surprisingly pert for someone of his age.
First he went down on me. Up till now, all oral sex performed on me had been rather crude, now I had my cock in the mouth of an expert. He was absolute magic. His tongue was everywhere, his lips were prehensile, then he did something that had never happened to me before, he deep throated me. Despite the size of my cock, his nose was buried in my bush! What his throat was now doing to the head of my cock was nobody's business.
For the first time in my life I lost control of what was happening to me. I was going to shoot and there was nothing I could do about it. I tried as best I could to pull his head off in time but he had a grip on me that I could not break. With a mighty shudder I began pumping my teenage cum into his grasping throat.
After making me force feed him my first two wads, he let me go enough to get the head of my cock in his mouth and then began to suck the cum out of me like a baby suckles its mother.
There was no respite either. As soon as he had got all he could out of my cock his attention shifted to my ass. Another first, no one had managed to get anything up there. Before I could figure out what he was doing, his tongue was already inside me, and once more it was magic. His finger followed and hit my prostate. This had never been stimulated in any way before. To my surprise, my wilting cock began to stiffen again.
When it was good and hard he removed the finger, greased himself up and told me to fuck him as hard and as long as I could. My cock slid into him with surprising ease. None of the yelping and whinging I was used to when entering lads of my own age. Just straight in, make yourself at home and fuck.
I had just learned the hard way that, if you are well hung, and you want to fuck other boys, you must be careful. If you hurt them you never get a second chance. Now I was being told the opposite. Still I didn't take him at his word and go full out, however I did do it rougher than I had ever done it up till then. He was not satisfied and urged me to go at it harder. Well, I still had a lot in reserve so I began to let him have some of it.
Now he started to make whimpering noises and I stopped dead, saying that I must be hurting him. He yelled at me to fuck him and not to pay any attention to the noises he made. What the Hell, it was his ass that was getting punished, so I went back to it.
Actually I found that I was quite enjoying rough sex. Gradually I began to really open up, and his cries became louder. I wondered if he had an upper limit and decided to try to find it. I was almost at my own limit when I pushed him over the fine dividing line between pain and pleasure.
Suddenly he was meeting my every thrust with a backward thrust of his own. I let go the last remnants of control on my body and ploughed into him with a ferocity that later scared me. We both had our orgasms together, yet another new experience, I came inside that man like I had never cum before. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over me as I gratified my carnal lust in his ass.
It was at least 5 minutes before either of us moved, even then it was just to roll apart. When he had the breath to speak, he raved about how good I was. Ewin was a bit like a disc jockey, he only ever spoke in superlatives. He also had an insatiable sex drive. He liked to be fucked hard and often. That night we got little sleep, but he got three more fucks out of me. He also kindled within me my desire to completely dominate my partner sexually. He liked it that way and I sort of got a taste for it.
In the short time we were together, he almost became the dad I never had. My father had been killed in an industrial accident shortly after my birth. My mother never remarried and so I lacked the experience of having an older male influence in my life.
Although I didn't know it at that time, his mode of operation was this. He would find a hunky youth, with a big cock, who produced enough testosterone in a day to keep a bull elephant going right through the rutting season, and last but not least, a lust for fucking ass.
Then he would burn him out by having sex with him. Oh he had all the cute tricks for getting the kid randy. He would suck cock, rim ass, do anything to get the kid erect. He also had toys, porn books, videos, the lot. But after about 3 months, the kid's sex drive would begin to wane, so he would be given the heave and replaced with a newer model. Unfortunately I was young and naive, I fell completely in love with the man. God, what an idiot I was back then.
Now to give Ewin his due, when you were in, nothing was too good for you. You were dressed up smartly, taken to all the best pubs, clubs and parties. Gifts were showered upon you. But when it was over, you were out. When Ewin dropped me, I fell a long way.
I was replaced by a black teenager called Kevin. I hated him with a passion that was frightening. For 3 months I smouldered, then to my surprise I saw him without Ewin. Seeking revenge, I tried to pick him up and, to my astonishment, I succeeded.
When I got him back home, I told him he was in for the roughest fuck he had ever had. I was totally gobsmacked when he grinned and said that it was just fine with him as he had spent 3 months fucking his balls off with some old queen.
He had a strange body, he ran slightly to fat and he was soft all over, except for his cock, it was big and hard. Not as big as mine but thicker. He had large, round and very soft buns that were Heaven to slide into.
Once I was inside him, I told him who I was and how he had stolen my boyfriend. He laughed and pointed out that in turn he had been dropped, just like I had been. This took the edge off my murderous anger. It was tough work giving him a rough fuck. His buns tended to absorb most of the thrust. Actually fucking him was turning out to be a pleasure and I managed to keep from cuming for a surprisingly long time. Nonetheless, I took great satisfaction in dumping my load as far up him as I could get it.
When we were done. he carefully explained what sort of person Ewin really was. If you went with him. he took you for as many fucks as he could. In turn, you took him for all that you could. I was shocked. On reflection I realised that Ewin had been most generous. I had a lot of expensive presents I even had a nice collection of his porn tapes. All I had had to do was say I liked something and it was mine.
That evening was the beginning of the healing process, but from that day on I had sexual partners, but no lovers. We could have fun fucking but that was as far as it went. The "Four Fs" was now the rule, Find em, Feel em, Fuck em and Forget em. Odd as it might seem, Kevin and I became firm friends. I fucked him from time to time but there was no emotional involvement.
About four years after that, mother had a short, painful fight with cancer, which she lost. So now I was alone in the world. True, I inherited our home but I kinda let it go to seed. Oh everything worked but, without mum there to nag me, I didn't keep it clean and tidy.
Now I began thinking clearly and I realised that Tim was already in love with me. She might not know it, but her slavish desire to please me was a dead give away. If I dumped her now , would I be any better a person than Ewin?
Even worse, could I dump her? In the short span we had been together I was already getting overprotective towards her. Her ass had only ever known one cock, mine, and I wanted to say who else could go up there.
She also seemed to be very competent around the home; a good cook, clean and tidy, very co-operative in the sack. Perhaps settling down might be good for me. We would have to talk this through. The fourth F was proving to be rather elusive this time.
I suddenly realised that I had made a gross underestimation. Tim was no silly little air-headed bitch. In future, I would have to give him more respect.
About this point, the distinctive smell of a fry-up broke into my musings. I had now been awake long enough for my stomach to be interested in food, so I got up, went for a pee, then went downstairs. Yup my little darling was standing there, wearing an old working shirt of mine, and frying my breakfast. I went over and gave him a cuddle and felt him up. He didn't groan, so last-night's fuck must have done no damage. Good, I would be needing that ass soon.
Tim had worked a miracle; the kitchen had never been so clean since mum died. Inside me, the fight to avoid falling in love was quietly being lost. I wanted Tim in a way I had never wanted anyone else, not even Ewin. I made complimentary noises about the state of the house, which made Tim glow with pride.
I had timed my entrance perfectly and a heaped plate was soon placed before me. A man's breakfast! Tim had found the packet of Muesli that I had bought, as was having a bowl of it. God knows how anyone can eat that muck.
With a hearty breakfast inside me I was as randy as Hell. So we had just finished stacking the dishwasher when I bent him over the sink, lifted the shirt tail, slicked my dick up with spit and slipped him a length. He was now so slack that he fitted me perfectly.
I was in the mood for a slow fuck, nice long strokes at an easy pace. Gradually I was getting there. To ginger things up a bit I began to play with his tits. He began moaning and thrusting himself back onto my cock. So I began to squeeze them a bit harder, and he got hornier.
This was too easy, just squeezing his nipples was driving him nuts. So I kept it up to see what would happen. After a couple of minutes I just had to stand still, he was moving his ass up and down my cock, rogering himself. I could feel his orgasm building. Neither of us was touching his cock but he was gonna blow any minute.
Now I don't know if you have ever been up another guy's ass when he shoots his load, but if you haven't let me tell you it makes his ass do some wonderful things to your cock. So I just held myself steady to provide a firm pole for him to fuck himself on until he began spraying his load all over the front of the dishwasher. God it felt good when he came, his ass went into spasm and began squeezing my cock. I managed to hold onto my load until he had finished, then it was my turn to go for gold.
It took exactly 6 long, hard strokes to get there. As usual, filling his helpless ass with my cum was a delight. To reward him for such a nice fuck I left it in him until he wanted me to take it out.
I peed between his legs again when he was sitting on the loo. The usual happened and I asked him if he liked it, but he would neither face me nor answer me. I think I'll have to work on that one when I get the time.
We shared a quick shower. God, I don't think he is in love with me, I think he is in love with my cock, the way he washed it in the shower.
Eventually we got dried, dressed and went out shopping. My mobile went off and I nipped into a doorway to answer it. It was a good tip about some work. When I came out, he had 4 yobs round him who looked like trouble.
It didn't take long to spot the ringleader and even less time to sort him out. Tim gave me such a hero-worshipping look when I saw them off that I almost blushed.
We had a meal out after the shopping then went home to get ready for the party.
Rather that was the intention, but Tim was hot to trot again and soon we were both naked. I talked him into letting me tie him to the bed. The scene from the film had really hit the spot with him and in no time he was most firmly tied in the classic spread-eagled position, face down - bum up, on the bed.
I expect he thought I was just going to jump on him and screw him. No way. If he was going to get fucked he was going to have to scream for it, long and loud.
Now the very first thing that you must do if you tie your partner to the bed is, check that he is properly secure and not faking it. The easiest way to do that is to tickle him. Then you get a fairly good idea of what he can and cannot do. So I tickled him and the bonds held. I also noticed that I had left him enough slack to wriggle around. Well, it is no fun if he can't move at all.
As this was Tim's first time, I decided to start with the feet. Sucking on the toes proved to be a real turn on. When I got bored with that, I tried the old favourite, licking the sole of the foot. This too proved to be a winner.
Gradually I worked Tim, over rooting out all his hot spots. This would be useful for other times, as I would know exactly what was a turn on and what wasn't. I had plenty of time as we had ages before the party, so I did a systematic job. This is the advantage of bondage, you can do your thing, while all your partner can do is scream a bit.
I must say that Tim became a most proficient screamer over the next hour, because almost every hot spot I found got a good working over.
Most interesting was the ears. I found Tim was very sensitive there so I didn't go whole hog on them, that would come later. By now I was feeling like fucking and Tim was begging for it. I decided that a good rimming was called for and let Tim beg a while longer.
My heart is not really made of stone and the sight, and sounds of my cute little number pleading for me to stick my cock in, finally made me give in. So I slowly let myself slide up Tim's back passage. The experience of sliding your cock into someone who is pleading for it is not one to be missed.
Naturally once I was firmly in, it was time to give that ear a real working over. Tim sort of exploded under me. I had left just the right amount of slack in the bonds to allow a good amount of thrashing around. So all I had to do was hold on and enjoy the ride. Shit, it was like my cock was a cattle prod the way Tim bucked and bounced.
Actually it is very difficult to get someone who weighs almost twice your weight and has his cock firmly embedded in your ass off your back, even if you are not tied up. So I was in no danger of Tim's thrashings dismounting me. I felt Tim's ass grip me harder as an orgasm hit and I fully expected things to quieten down but I discovered as long as I kept my tongue moving the game went on.
To tell the truth, my own orgasm was racing towards me like a runaway locomotive and when it hit I could again feel my life force shooting out of my cock and into Tim.
I was too knackered to move and we lay there panting for breath. The only sign of life from beneath me was the occasional twitch of his ass on my cock. This would always cause a reflex buck from my deeply buried cock. I think he liked doing that.
When I had the strength, I reached out and untied his arms. Then presently I managed to recover my cock from his depths. I untied his feet and we somehow made it to the bathroom and had a good long soak in a hot bath together. Then we got ready for the party.
To be continued.
Getting a Life part 4 - Tim's tale.
I woke quite early on Saturday morning. Cleaning up was my first priority. As quietly as I could, I cleaned all the rubbish, clothes and other items out of the bedroom. I would vacuum it later.
Downstairs, in the unspeakable kitchen, I found a dishwasher, a clothes washer and dryer, all in perfect working order. This was surprising as the sink was full of unwashed dishes and there was dirty laundry strewn everywhere.
I filled the dishwasher with the first of what ended up being 3 loads and started it up. Then I went round the house picking up all the laundry and sorted it into coloureds and whites. That done I could now start the first load. Finally I could set to work on the kitchen itself. By the time the first load was in the dryer and the second load in the washer, I was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel as far as the kitchen went.
Actually, the kitchen was the worst. After it was done I got the rest of the ground floor cleaned up quite quickly. I kept nipping back to the kitchen to move loads of laundry around and to empty then refill the dishwasher.
By the time I was finished, I was getting a bit hungry and dared to open the fridge. To my surprise, it was clean and filled with fresh food. There were all the makings of a fry-up so I decided to surprise him with a breakfast he liked. In a cupboard I found an unopened packet of my favourite Muesli. He must have bought it especially for me! I was rather touched by that.
Typical of the man, he walked into the kitchen just in time to get fed. He was clearly impressed with my efforts and praise from him started off the warm fuzzy feeling once more.
Again I felt that odd feeling of fulfilment as he ate the food that I had cooked for him, although how he could eat greasy food for breakfast was beyond me. I had a bowl of the Muesli that he had so thoughtfully bought for me.
I had just stacked the dishes in the dishwasher when I felt his hands on my hips. He bent me over the sink and entered me directly. He was obviously wanting a nice slow easy fuck as the strokes were long and lazy ones. All the time he kept a commentary going as he took me.
"You like a man inside you, don't you?"
I nodded. Then his hands slid up my chest and began to play with my nipples. I had never had any stimulation there and it caught me completely off guard. I was horny before, just from having him inside me, but this extra sensation was arousing me like nothing I have ever felt before.
"Ah, you like having your tits played with?"
All I could manage was a groan as I began to squirm with pleasure. This in turn made the feeling of him fucking me that much better.
"That's my little darlin'. It feels good you wriggling about on my cock. Let's see if I can really get you going."
Now the gentle caress of my nipples got rougher. God, he was doing it to me again, I was losing control of my own body. Once more he was just providing me with a firm shaft to fuck myself on. The harder he squeezed my nipples the harder I fucked myself on his cock.
"My, my, you really are into having your tits played with. I wonder if I can make you cum!"
Oh God, he was playing my body like a musician plays an instrument. I was powerless, just putty in his hands. I could feel him driving me to an orgasm. My whole body was forcing my ass up and down the shaft of his rigid cock at his command. Somewhere I had passed the point of no return. I didn't want to be an individual anymore, I just wanted to be part of him. Then, without either of us touching my cock, I went into an orgasm that I really thought was going to kill me.
He kept squeezing my nipples until I had sprayed my cum all over the front of the dishwasher that I had so recently cleaned. Then, when I was completely drained, he began to fuck me again. This time they were not lazy strokes. Instead they were the powerful thrusts of a man driving himself to an orgasm. It took only seconds before I could feel the now familiar bucking of his cock as his load was injected into my guts.
How long we stayed there, me bent over the sink, holding onto it for support, and him standing behind me with his cock still in me, I do not know. Eventually I made the first move and with infinite regret let his manhood slide from me.
Later, in the loo, he walked over to where I sat on the toilet and very deliberately urinated between my legs. As ever, he hit my cock and to my shame and humiliation it began to react. He asked me if I enjoyed that sort of thing but I could neither face him nor answer him because the truth was, my body did but my mind was appalled.
We had a shower and I got to wash his body again. God, he is magnificent when he is naked and wet. Then washing that cock of his. Handling it, even when it was limp, sent a shiver running down my spine. I wished it could be inside me forever.
But we soon had to get out and get dried. Then we went off shopping and there a very nasty incident nearly happened.
Mark lives in a rougher neighbourhood than I do and we were walking through it when his mobile phone rang. He stepped into a doorway to avoid the traffic noise, leaving me on the street. I drifted off a bit to look in some shop windows when I suddenly realised I had four youths round me.
They were typical teenagers of that area, out looking for trouble, the sort I'd normally cross the street to avoid. The ringleader could have been quite attractive, had his face not been twisted into a permanent scowl.
"So, what have we here? A new fairy in our neck of the woods?" he sneered.
I froze. Could I get past them to Mark? Near by was an alley and if they were to get me into it I was done for.
"Look fairy, we don't like your sort around here, and I think we'll just give you a right thumping to make you remember that," he said moving in.
'Well, well, well, what's going on?" said Mark, appearing from nowhere.
"We're just gonna give the faggot a thumpin'," said the kid.
Up till now, Mark's voice had been in a pleasant, conversational tone. Now it changed and became one of steel.
"Right, listen carefully," Mark said, grabbing the ringleader by his jacket and lifting him until there was six inches of clear air between his feet and the ground. 'He is mine. If any of you wankers so much as musses his hair, I'll break all of your fingers and then you'll have no sex life for months. Got it?" he growled dropping the lad.
The effect on the youths was interesting. All the arrogance took flight, naked fear instantly replaced it. The four of them went quite white. For some reason I glanced at the ringleader's crotch. A dark stain was spreading over the front of his jeans. He was wetting himself!
"And don't think you can get him when I'm not there. Remember, I know where you all live and I'll be round to pay you a visit, if you follow my drift? Now get the fuck out of here." He put extra emphasis on the last sentence.
They fled as fast as they could. I was almost speechless. My love had frightened off my would-be attackers. If we hadn't been on the street I would have kissed him. He had said three words that made my heart flip, 'He is mine.' He wanted me and he was no longer thinking of me as a girl.
"OK That'll keep those buggers, and their friends off you," he said.
"Would you really have hit them?" I asked.
He laughed out loud. "Darling, when you are my size you never have to hit anyone, just threatening them is enough. Shit, he was peeing in his pants, didn't you see it?' he replied.
I nodded.
"When that gets round, he's finished and no one will want to dare try anything just in case it happens to them too."
We then went on with our shopping and Mark treated me to a second meal out. This time it was in a local restaurant and not nearly as exciting as it had been the night before. After that we returned to get ready for the party.
I wanted to reward my hero for saving me from getting beaten up and so I began to snuggle up to him. It worked and soon we were both naked and he was sitting on the settee with me on his lap.
"Fancy doing a bit of what you saw on the video last night?" he asked with a lecherous grin.
"What? Two cocks in me at the same time? Never!" I cried.
"Nah, but I could tie you to the bed and have my wicked way with you?" he said and I could feel his cock grow under my buns as he spoke. As it seemed to be such a turn on for him, I readily agreed.
So shortly after that, I found myself quite firmly tied to the bed by four old neckties. Having secured me, he then tested my bonds by tickling me.
Two things immediately became apparent to me. The first was, he had done a remarkably good job of fastening me to the bed. The second was, I was totally at his mercy and I had now to trust him.
First he began with my left foot. He sucked on my toes. I was now learning just how naive I had been sexually. I never realised that having your toes sucked could be a turn on. Then he ran his tongue over the sole of my foot.
It tickled like mad and my reflexes tried to move my foot away from his tongue. But I was tied up and he could lick my foot until Hell froze over and there was nothing that I could do but plead with him.
Over the next hour, I got quite a lot of experience at pleading. His tongue did my right foot over. If anything this was worse than the left one as I knew just how much it would tickle. Then he began to work up my legs. My God, he found another hot spot just behind my knees and concentrated his efforts there.
Presently I detected the pattern. He was going to lick my entire body over and every time he found a hot spot he would drive me mad by licking it until I begged him to stop.
I discovered that the inside of my thighs, the base of my buns, the back of my neck, the inside of my ears and even my nostrils were all playgrounds for his tongue.
Eventually, when I had been reduced to a whimpering mess, he parted my buns and began to rim me. At last I was going to be fucked! I was right, after only five minutes of imploring him to fuck me, he stopped rimming me and I felt the delicious sensation of him entering me.
"You just can't get enough cock, can you?" he whispered in my ear as he slid his manhood up me.
"For pity's sake fuck me!" I begged. 'What do I have to do to make you fuck me?'
"Well, all you have to do is move that tight little ass of yours, but don't worry I'll get you moving it all right in a couple of seconds," he said in an evil voice.
With that whispered in my ear, he grabbed my head with both hands and began to stick his tongue as far into my right ear as he could. I shrieked. Then he began to wriggle it about in there.
Perhaps it was as well that he had tied me to the bed. My convulsions trying to escape that tormenting tongue of his would have had us both on the floor. Of course, through all my thrashing about he kept his cock in me. It must have felt good because I suddenly realised that he was fucking me and fucking me damned hard. Then he was suddenly cuming inside me and my torture was nearing its end.
I lay there gasping. On top of me lay my lover, still up to the hilt in me. His tongue was at last out of my ear. We were both covered in sweat and, at some time in the proceedings, I must have had an orgasm because there was the now familiar sticky patch in my crotch.
"Once I get you going, you are a real little mover, aren't ya?" he gasped in my ear. I was too lost in a haze of post-coital euphoria to do anything other than grunt in agreement.
He lay on top of me for ages. I have never been so happy in my entire life. Every so often I would twitch my ass and his cock would buck in response. Eventually he released my hands and at last I could rub my face.
He withdrew from me ever so slowly, which was nice, and released my ankles. Then we staggered off and had a good long soak in the bath before we got dressed for the party.
To be continued.
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