I was very pleased with the way that things had gone with Brian, but it seemed to me that he was a little overwhelmed by everything. When he asked me to kiss him, that proved to me that I was right. I wanted this boy, and I wanted him badly, but rushing things was going to be the wrong way to do things. I knew that I could have him immediately, but things would probably have not lasted long term. My goal was to make him want ME more than I wanted him. We were on that track, but I was going to proceed with care. And the first step I took was one that not everyone will agree with. All I can respond to that is: it worked for me.
Brian called me the next day, but I didn't answer. I let the call go to voicemail. I listened to the message later: he had really enjoyed himself, and wondered if we could get together again soon. He also wanted to ask me a question that he thought might be embarrassing. Now, THAT was intriguing. Anyhow, I may have been hot for brian, but he was hot for -- maybe not me, but for a way to treat his case of the "screaming purple hornies" as I've heard them called. Well, the hornier he got, the more I could "get," if you know what I mean. That's why I didn't answer when he called the second day. That message was almost plaintive. He hoped I had gotten the first one, and he also hoped I wasn't angry at him, or that he hadn't disappointed me . If he did, could we talk about it because he was "trying."
It may sound mean, but I cannot explain how hot those messages made me. Both times, I spent a good part of the night edging myself, as I decided on what I would do to Brian next. There were so many possibilities! When he called the third day, though, he pushed things in a specific direction.
I didn't recognize the number, and I answered it. "Hey, it's Bri'n." Brian has a naturally deep voice, but on this call, he sounded somber, almost sad. And tired.
"HEY!" I answered. "Did you get a new number? I don't recognize this one." His voice continued in an almost leaden tone. "No, it's my friend's phone. I didn't use mine because..." I could hear him fighting back tears, or fright, or something "I didn't know why you didn't answer my other calls, and I thought you were mad at me. If you are, I'm sorry. Can you tell me what I did wrong?" I licked my lips a little bit. I tried to make my voice as comforting as I could. "No, Brian, you didn't do anything wrong. I have more experience than you do, and I thought you needed to cool down a little before we did anything else. You had a big day last time, and you have to assimilate it all." He was silent before he said "I understand. I think." Then he paused again. "Are we going to see each other again?"
"DON'T BE SILLY! OF COURSE WE'RE GOING TO SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN."
"TONIGHT????" Now his voice changed. It was like a little kid being promised he could go to the circus."
"Tomorrow, Brian. OK?" He sighed. "I guess. " Then he paused again. "Hey, Kyle, were you ever a cop or some kind of police officer?" I laughed. "Good God, no. Where did you get that idea?"
"I saw the handcuffs in your bedroom, and I thought, well..."
"BUSTED" I thought to myself. Did I have to start blindfolding the boy?
"You saw the restraints on my bed, and you remember how I wanted you to pretend you were tied up, right?" "Uh, yeah," he answered. "Well, I use the handcuffs sometimes when I'm playing with another guy."
"I see," he answered. I wondered if he was thinking about being in the cuffs, and if it was making him hard, because I was thinking that, and it was sure making me hard. "I've never worn a set of cuffs." "Well, there's a first time for everything, Brian." I DID plan to use them at some point, but you readers know that handcuffs can freak some guys out, especially if they're beginners. Bondage was on the horizon, just not with the cuffs. "So, how about coming by tomorrow night? Friday? We can play things by ear after we meet." I swear I could hear him smile. "Yeah, I can make that. " Another pause. "Any hints on what you've got planned for me?" Now I was the one that was smiling.
"Do you like surprises, Brian?" He giggled a little. "More than I should. Yeah, I do."
"Well, why don't you let me surprise you? I've surprised you all along, haven't I?" "Yeah, you have." "And you've liked every single one of them." He thought for a minute and then he answered "Yeah. I guess I have."
"Well, you just leave things to me. Give me a call before you come over, and we'll take it from there." Then he said something: "OK, Sir." It was the SECOND time he had called me "Sir." I liked it, but I tried not to read too much into it. He was just being "a guy." I hadn't earned it yet. I fell asleep that night to thoughts of ropes, tickling, shaving, Frenching, all the things we could be doing.
And we did them all. In time.
"Hey, it's Bri'n" I got the call the next afternoon. I can be there in about half an hour. Is that alright?" He couldn't see my smile. "Sure. I've got a full evening planned." (In fact, I had a full weekend planned but I didn't want to freak him out). "I'll see you then. Just let me change."
"Wait." I said. "What are you wearing now?" He laughed a little. "Oh, my work duds. Actually no, that's not true. We get a little casual on Friday, so I'm wearing jeans. And sneakers. I could change if you wanted to go somewhere nice."
"Nah. That'll be fine." Half an hour later, my boy arrived. My immediate thought was "hot geek." He had on a short sleeved, blue button-down shirt that wasn't tight enough, with those jeans -- the ones he wore the last time I saw him. His smile was so wide.
"Hey. It's good to see ya," he said as he walked in. I smiled, and then as I closed the door, I looked at him. "I owe you something from last time." He looked nervous. "What's that?" "This," I said, and I got up so close to him that he was backed against the wall. "This is a REAL kiss, Brian" I planted one on his lips. I could see him close his eyes, and I heard him breathing harder. "Mmmmmmm" came out of his mouth. "Open up" I whispered, and when he did, I pushed my tongue inside. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH," came out of him now. I could feel him trying to embrace me, but instead I pushed his wrists up against the wall. I broke the kiss for a minute and smiled. "See if you can get away. If you can, I'll kiss you again. If you can't, I'll do something else." (I was gonna kiss him again anyway, but this would make things fun). He pushed and he squirmed. A "FUCK" even slipped out of his lips. He was breathing really hard but struggling. I gave him a big smile and just gently pushed my knee into his groin. I rubbed it back and forth, and he moaned louder. "You give up, straight boy?" I said, and when he didn't answer, I pushed harder.
"Yeah, I give. You win. Again." I said "well, here's your surprise. " I pressed my lips against his and forced his mouth open -- although it didn't take much effort. He tried so hard to suck down my tongue, and those sounds he was making. I think we kissed for about six minutes or so, and then I needed a breath. I whispered into his ear "Damn it, Brian, do you know how excited you make me?" He answered "Probably not as excited as you make me. Can we kiss some more?"
"Later. There's a lot I wanna do tonight. Like explore all your ticklish spots. " He gave me a shocked look.
"How did you know I was ticklish?" I laughed. "I didn't. But you just told me you were." He groaned. "FUCKING FUCK. You fooled me again. I HATE being tickled."
"That's probably because no one ever tickled you the right way. Before we're done, handsome, you're getting tickled." He grinned. "That sounds like a challenge." I answered "Yeah, like the wrist wrestling, and look where that got you."
"Kyle, can you let me go? I really need to pee." I let him go. Pee, but no jerking off. Not yet anyway." Then I got ready for the second part of what I planned for him that night. He couldn't find me when he came out of the half bathroom, because I was around a corner in the room, waiting to jump him. "GOTCHA" I yelled as I pinned him. "HEY. GEEZ, you scared me." He began laughing. "You think I'm gonna struggle. I know better." I laughed. "Well, I don't think you know what I have in mind." He didn't resist when I pinned his arms behind him, but he began to squirm when I opened an extra button on his shirt and whispered, "You play with your nips since last time?" He knew what was coming and struggled more. "NO. God, please. You know what that does to me." "Yeah, I do." I slipped my hand inside his shirt and found his left nip. I began stroking it, and he moaned. OH, those beautiful moans he makes when his nips get worked. I've never gotten tired of that sound.
"I bet you want me to stop, Brian, don't you?" He hesitated. "For a little while but, oooooooooh."
"Well, remember I told you I wasn't gonna do anything to you unless you asked? Well, I'm gonna keep on doing this unless you ask me to tie you up."
"WHAT?" he yelled a little. "FUCK NO." When I squeezed his tit, he murmured "OH SHIT." It took about five minutes before he whispered, "Tie me up." Now I played with him "What did you say, Brian? I didn't hear it." He said it louder, and when I still pretended, I didn't hear it, he yelled "TIE ME UP." I wasn't finished yet. I squeezed his nip harder and said "You made me wait. Now I'm not doing it unless you say please. " I put my tongue in his ear as I massaged the nipple and he moaned, almost crying "Kyle, please tie me up. PLEASE TIE ME UP." I let him go. "Gimme a kiss first, straight boy." I'm just a tad taller than he is, so I bent my head down and had him take my tongue. As he did, I gently moved his hands to behind his back. "We're going to the bed. I have some more things in mind for you, young man. You're going to get a good education tonight."
"No cuffs, then?" He said. "Nope. Not for the first time. Unless this isn't your first time being tied up." He blushed. "No, it is." He was excited: I could tell by, well, you know what I saw. And the bulge grew after I restrained each of his wrists. I stood back "Well, if I'm gonna tickle your feet I need to secure your ankles, so..." I grabbed one of them and he squirmed "NO. PLEASE. NOT MY FEET, NO." I actually wanted his legs free for something I planned to do, so I said "OK, no feet tickling tonight. But you owe me. Understand?" And then it happened again. "Yes, Sir" was his answer. He smiled when he said that. He was learning.
"Now, let's get this shirt opened because...." I paused. "Hey, why do you wax your chest, Brian?" I began toying with a nipple very gently. He gritted his teeth.
"I dunno. Someone must've told me that I'd get more dates that way. Didn't work though. " He snorted. "No big thing. I didn't have much."
"Hmmm." I said. "You seem pretty hairy to me. At least for now." He looked confused and I just let it pass. "Now, playing with your nips with my fingers is one thing, but let's move this up a level." I brushed my five o'clock shadow over each one, and then I gave him an evil look before I gently bit one of them.
"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD" he yelled, and his hips bucked. They bucked more as I moved my teeth back and forth. "You like that, Brian?" I asked. "OH HELL YEAH" he said. He pulled at the ropes. "I can't do anything either. I'm like, your prisoner."
"Heh heh. Damn right," I responded. "Now, what did I say earlier about tickling?"
"NO. PLEASE. I MEAN..." "You mean what, Brian." He was twisting his head back and forth. "I think I'd rather get fucked than tickled." I grinned at him. "What makes you think you have a choice, bound boy?" He cracked a big smile. "OH SHIT. I shouldn't have let you do this."
"You want me to let you go?" I asked. That may have been the most important thing I said that night, and I meant it. I WOULD have let him go, reluctantly, because I knew he'd come back. Our eyes locked. "No, Sir," he answered. I REALLY wanted to know where "Sir" was coming from, but I let it pass again. "GOOD. So, let's start somewhere obvious. Pits." I ran my fingers along the inside of his arm pits. He pushed his lips together, trying not to explode. Eventually, he gave up. My bedroom was filled with his giggles, then his laughs. "How about here?" I asked and moved down to his rib cage. "OH FUCK. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. " I stopped to give him a breather. "I turn into a little girl when I'm tickled." I put my hand on his erection. "I don't know many girls who have those," I said. "Now where was I?" I dug back into his ribs and when I had played there for a little while, I asked him: "you remember what I said was my favorite part of a man's body?"
He held up his head. "You said the place where pants meet his belly." "RIGHT" I said, and I began to run my finger back and forth there. I thought he would burst. "Ain't ya glad you peed before we started, Brian?" He glared. "I AM GONNA KILL YOU WHEN I GET LOOSE." "That right?" I answered and moved one hand to a nipple while I tickled a pit with the other one. He was covered with sweat. "How about a break, handsome? And some more kissing?"
"I'm good with that," he moaned, and I took his mouth again. When I was finished, I went up to his ear and neck. "I should mark you with my beard, Brian. You can explain to all your co-workers how you got a hickey. " He laughed. "DO IT. They won't believe me." I shook my head. "A good idea today is often a bad idea tomorrow, Brian. BUT. I am gonna mark you tonight. " He pulled up again. "How? " I moved away from the bed, with my back turned to him. I imagine he heard me open my zipper so he could see my raging hard on. "Can't really mark you with this other than by shooting on you, but I want something more permanent, stud muffin" He looked puzzled and then he saw me pull the barber's clippers out of a drawer. "I don't understand why a hot guy like you shaves his chest, but not his whole body. I'm gonna fix that."
"HEY WAIT." He began to buck wildly. "I didn't say yes to that." I almost cackled. "You're right. You didn't. Let me get my fingers ready for some good, deep tickling."
"NO, NO NO. GEEZ YOU'RE A CUNT." He said. I laughed. "Remember what you just said, Brian." He thought I was angry. "Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't..." I stopped him. "I didn't take it that way. But remember: I talked about gagging you." He laughed. "My mom always said she would because I had such a big mouth. That didn't bother me, but when my father said it, well..." I ran my fingers around his lips. "It's not THAT big a mouth. It's big enough for what it needs to do."
"You mean take your tongue?"
"Yeah, that'll do for now. OK, now calm down. I'm doing your pubes first. "
"PLEASE KYLE. PLEASE DON'T DO THAT. PLEASE. " I smiled and turned on the clippers. I could hear his breathing. He was definitely trying to control himself. "OH, look at that big sunflower sticking out of the middle of the field. " I worked thoroughly and carefully. "It'll all grow back, Brian, but trust me. You'll think of me every day, because it's gonna itch like hell.
"The gift that keeps on giving, huh?"
"Yup. Seems you're not unhappy." Brian's dick was up in the air. "Now the pits. You know, you'll get more ticklish without the hair."
"GREAT. Just what I need." He moaned as I got to work. As I shaved him, I nibbled his ear. "You're such a good sport, Brian. I hope you're enjoying yourself half as much as I am."
"More," he whispered. So now I had him completely shaven. I had his pants down and I asked him. "You know what the taint is?" He looked puzzled. "No. Is it like `ain't"? "Not quite. I moved my finger down to behind his balls. "It's right here. The space between your ass and your balls. And it's VERY sensitive. If I massage it, you'll shoot a big one. I saw the look of eagerness in his eyes. "And I'm gonna do it. But you have to promise to try to do something when I'm done. You don' have to finish, but you have to try. " He looked scared. "What is it?" All of a sudden, I felt nervous.
"I want you to take my dick in your mouth. Not the whole thing. Just the head. Just keep it there. See how it feels. " His features looked a little scared. "I don't have to blow you or anything?" "No. You're just gonna hold it. See how it feels. "
"Are you ever gonna want me to blow you, Kyle." I looked at him. "Probably. But not this weekend." His face squooshed up a little, but he said "OK, I'll try it." I rubbed his earlobe. "Good boy. But I made you a promise. Try to keep your legs spread so I can get my finger down there. " He did, and when my finger touched that flesh, he didn't jump. He just moaned. "Oh, Kyle, you won't be surprised, but that feels so good. OH GOD." I have a very soft touch when it comes to that kind of thing, and it was almost like a slow edging.
"SIR, it is okay if I cum? PLEASE " I made a note to see what this "Sir" stuff was all about. I whispered: "shoot for me, boy?" "THANK YOU, SIR. THANK YOU. OOOOOOOOOOOOH." And he did. It was a BIG messy one. I laughed. "You're a slob. A mess. "
"Who's fault is that?" he answered. "Ha ha. That's fair. Let me get you cleaned up because, guess who's gonna be straddling you in a minute." Before I did, I asked him "Are you still ok with this?" He answered "I made you a promise, and I'm keeping it. And...." His voice dropped very low. "I wanna taste you."
He HAD to be getting coaching. This was NOT the boy I picked up after a sneak photo. I'd get to the bottom of it, but for now, all I was interested in was release. I got on top of him and aimed my cock at his lips. "Just the head, Brian. Nothing more than that." He didn't even hesitate. His lips went right over where I wanted them, and then he began moving his tongue. I could see he knew what it was doing to me. I was close and I started to pull out. He wasn't letting go. "BRIAN, NOT TONIGHT, NO. YOU'RE NOT READY TO SWALLOW. YOU'LL GET A TASTE. I PROMISE." He wasn't letting go, but I pulled out as hard as I could and shot all over his face. I screamed as I did, and he smiled. "I did good, Kyle, didn't I?" I was still shooting. "Baby cakes, you did GREAT."
"Baby cakes?" He said. I answered, "if you're gonna call me Sir, I'll call you baby cakes." "How about boy?" He asked. "I'll call you whatever I want. But now." I took a bit from his cheeks and rubbed it on his lips. "LICK IT" He did, and he smiled. "You have good taste, and you taste good too."
"Oh, you like the apartment?" I asked, stupidly. He laughed. "No. You picked me. You thought I was good looking. Shows you have good taste." He smiled and I gave him a look. Then I started tickling his sides again. I ignored his pleas for me to stop, until I was ready for another big, wet kiss.