This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters are imaginary. CATEGORIES: High School, Young Friends, maybe Authoritarian.
When I saw him for the first time, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never realized a boy could be that beautiful. He was sprawled out by the pool in our backyard wearing only a speedo with his arms stretched out beyond his head, elbows slightly bent. His waistline couldn't have been more that 25 or 26 inches, and looked even more slender since he was lying on his back with his stomach sucked in and his smooth chest puffed out. His nipples were bigger and darker than mine. He wasn't buff, but he certainly had a lot of delicious-looking curves in and around his torso. His arms and legs were long and sinuous as if he had been a milk drinker all his life. And what a tan! All natural. Mom said we would be getting an exchange student from Laos, but I had no idea. All I knew was that his name was Sarapong and he was 16, like me. My name's Ryan. Until that moment, I had been uncertain about my homosexual feelings. Not anymore! All I wanted to do right then was simply lie down on top of his nearly naked body! But not before I introduced myself.
"Hi. I'm Ryan. I live here."
"Hi. You can call me Pong." His accent was barely noticeable.
A boy this gorgeous should never wear anything more than that speedo. As I sat down beside him, I got a brilliant idea and asked, "Do you celebrate Halloween in Laos?"
"Not really. It sounds like fun."
"Oh, it will be, and I have the perfect costume for you!"
Pong smiled at me as if he already understood my intentions.
That evening I went to Pong's bedroom and gave him his Halloween costume--an furry animal-skin loin cloth! "You're going to be a jungle boy," I said with excitement in my voice.
With that same wry grin I saw out by the pool, he asked, "And what are you going to be?"
"I'm going to be an evil circus master! Wanna see?"
"Sure," Pong replied, still grinning.
"Okay. You change into yours and I'll be back in five minutes."
I had never changed clothes so fast in my life! Khaki shorts and shirt, safari hat, some rope, and a whip, just like Indiana Jones. When I returned to Pong's bedroom, he was ready and what a sight. Of course I'd let him wear a pair of flip flops when we went out trick-or-treating, but nothing more. I wanted to show off my lovely prize! The animal-skin loin on him took my breath away. I had a white puca-shell necklace which would contrast nicely with his cinnamon-toned skin. He even looked taller than me and not an ounce of fat, but I couldn't see any ribs either, so he was beefy, but not buff. His arms and legs were long and slender, but not too muscular--just the right amount of definition. His stomach was slim and soft. No six-pack abs here.
Pong saw the whip on my belt and looked surprised.
"You're MINE now, jungle boy!" I playfully sneered as I got into my role. Placing my hand on the whip handle I said, "You're wild and I have to tame you!"
Pong realized from my exaggerated dramatics that I was just horsing around, so he relaxed and sort of tried to escape, but I cornered him and held his wrists against the wall above his head. As I pinned him there, I pressed my pelvis into his and felt his erection stiffen. By then is was evident to both of us how the other felt. No more secrets now! My hands tightened around his slender wrists, our faces grew closer, our lips touched, and we kissed, first with tender trepidation, then with more and more passion. My arms came down and caressed his bare back as his hands knocked my safari hat off and ruffled my blond hair. His natural body scent was intoxicating to me. Still kissing him with more feverish passion than I'd ever known before, my tongue and lips now exploring his smooth neck and shoulders, I wrestled my catch over to his bed and threw him on it with me on top. He spread his arms and legs out in all directions as if he were already tied up spread eagle. I took his cue and reached for my rope and tied one of his wrists, threw the rest of the rope around the headboard, and tied his other wrist. I only had one length of rope and I was already sitting on his pelvis, stratteling his stomach. I could feel the tip of his penis, already moist with precum, jabbing my tailbone! Feeling hot, I took off my shirt and threw it on the floor.
And there he lay before me, arms stretched out, but not tight, armpits hairless and smooth, nipples erect. Biting my lower lip, I reached for my whip. I held it about a foot from its tip and lightly slapped it across Pong's bare heaving chest. We both smiled. I raised the whip end again and slapped his chest a little harder ... and then harder ... and then even harder ... until Pong began to wince and whimper to my satisfaction. Taming had begun! Faint pink lash marks could be seen forming all across Pong's smooth hairless chest. His entire body began to gyrate in sync with each lash as he pulled on the ropes and rocked to and fro. It didn't take long in that humid Ohio heat before his gorgeous torso was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His natural body scent wafting up into my nostrils was stronger and even more intoxicating now.
I laid the whip down on the bed beside him and scooted down so that I could lick his armpits and kiss his chest. As I was deliriously sucking on a nipple, I felt his erection throb and his cum was suddenly sandwiched between my chest and his stomach. After I finished sucking long and hard on his other nipple, I raised my head, reached up, and untied both of his wrists. Then, hugging his lithe frame, I rolled him over on top of me and whispered, "I think I need a bath."
Right on cue, Pong lowered his head and licking up the cum on my chest.
But I didn't spread my arms out as he had done. I gently pushed his head downward and felt his tongue and lips lick and nibble all over my quivering stomach. With one hand I pushed his head down farther and with the other hand I picked up the whip and playfully slapped in across his bare back again and again. Once again, as if on cue, this beautiful boy slowly unzipped my shorts and pulled out my rock-hard erection. First the tip of his tongue entered the slit at the tip of my penis and tasted my precum, then his succulent lips covered the head, and soon my entire shaft was in his mouth dancing with his feverish tongue. I continued massaging his hair with one hand and whipping his back with the other and soon I came. He swallowed every drop! WOW! What and experience. I lay there for a while just savoring the moment.
Finally, Pong looked up and again, had that wry grin on his cute face. I rolled back over on top of him and licked up the cum on his stomach and as I did this, his erection popped out again. I untied the thin leather ties at each of his hips and opened his furry animal-skin loin cloth. Six inches, at least, and still growing! I lowered my head and breathed in his natural musk scent, kissing, licking, and nibbling all around his pubic area as his hands caressed my arms. I didn't notice when his right hand let go of my left arm, but I certainly felt the lash of the whip across my bare back! Again he whipped me, and again and again ... and finally I took the cue and lowered my mouth around his rock-hard erection. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but Pong was better at that than I was.
Afterwards, we lay together, wry grins on each of our faces, and realized that this would be a very fruitful school year indeed.
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