One night, I was at Kinko's in the Castro trying to make a color xerox. I couldn't figure out how it worked, and was getting really frustrated. I was just about ready to try kicking the machine, when one of the guys who worked there came up behind me and said, "I know what you're thinking, don't do it...."
I turned around, kind of irritated. I mean, they had been too busy to help me for the last 15 minutes, and now I find out they're mind readers?
I opened my mouth to say something along the lines of fuck you, and almost swallowed my tongue. This guy was about 6 feet tall, with deep brown hair and the most laughing smile, and very soft lips... and he was obviously laughing and smiling at me. "I'll do it for you if you can wait a minute," he said.
I almost didn't want to give up my tantrum, but managed to smile and say, "OK, I can wait." He went back to what he was doing and from time to time looked over at me, and smiled. My irritation and impatience began to be replaced with a different kind of impatience.
Finally, he came over and said, "What you got there?" I showed him what I was doing, and while I was standing at the copier he stood behind me and said, "Let me show you so you can do it yourself next time." It was a good idea, but since he was pressed up against my ass with his crotch, my mind wasn't exactlly at peak performance. I still have no idea how the machine works....
While he was reaching around me to press the controls, I just let my eyes close for a second. He said, right in my ear, "Your heart is pounding." I opened my eyes and laughed and said, "I guess it is, I wonder why..."
He rested his hands on my hip bones, and his chin on my shoulder. The copies started to appear, and he reached across me to the right to pick one up. "This OK?" he asked. "Sure," I said, not even looking. "This is great." And smiled.
He laughed and said, "I mean your copies."
They were fine, and he took me up to the counter to ring me up. I was paying with a check, and he smiled and said, "I need your phone number." I said, "It's on the check."
"I'll get fired if I take that number off the check and call you for a date."
I live with my parents for the time being, and I suddenly thought of what would happen if he called there. I said, "I guess you could just ask me out right now."
"OK, what are you doing tonight?" he said. "I get off at 10."
I said, "I'm meeting you here."
I came back at 10, and he was already out front, sitting on a planter at the entrance. He smiled when he saw me; he had the most beautiful smile. He said, "I'm glad you came back."
We went across the street for a drink, and I got carded.... the curse of youth. He laughed while I dug out my license and said, "Oh god, how old are you?" I said, "22," which was how old I was at the time.
We had a beer and talked for a while, and then we went to his place because he said he was hungry. He lived up on 18th Street in a house behind an apartment building, and as we went down the alley to get there, we had to go through a section where there weren't any lights on. He took my hand while we went through there, and then didn't let it go when we got to his porch, even though he had trouble unlocking his door with one hand.
He was turning around to switch on the light when we got in the door, and I suddenly ran my hand between his legs, to see if he was hard. He kind of jumped in surprise, and grabbed my wrist. "Just checking," I said, kind of in a whisper. He looked down at me for a second, not smiling or saying anything. "Checking to see if I've got enough?" he said. "Well?"
"Checking to see if you're hard," I said. "I didn't get a chance to see if you have enough."
"What a brat. I may not let you find out if you don't behave," he said, but he was smiling.
I took my other hand and tried to feel his cock again. He grabbed that one too, though, before I had a chance, and held both of them in one of his, down between us. He took his other hand and pushed me down in front of him, onto my knees, and pushed my face into his crotch. "Go on, check it out," he said.
I pressed my face into his crotch, and outlined his cock with my lips. It felt big, and was definitely hard. He still had my hands in his, and had his other hand resting on my head. My arms kind of hurt, but when I tried to pry them away he just pressed my face harder into his crotch. I was hurting my face on the buttons on his jeans, and couldn't breathe very well, but he didn't seem to care. I tried to turn my head and rub him with my cheek, but he wouldn't even let me do that. "Seen enough?" he asked.
I nodded as much as I could, and he let me up. "Be good, now," he said. I went and sat on the sofa, and he took off his jacket and went into the kitchen. He was gone a few minutes, and I thought about walking out. He was maybe a litte too rough for me. But I stayed.
When he came back in he said, "Since you didn't run away, why not take off your jacket and stay awhile?" I started to take it off, and while I was in the middle of it he came over and pulled it down behind me, so my hands were caught again. I was starting to get the idea that he liked me that way... with my hands restrained. He knelt on the edge of the sofa between my legs, and pressed me back against my arms, tangled in my jacket, sliding one of his knees right up into my crotch and looking down at my face. I licked my lips, without realizing it until I had done it. He laughed again. "You're always laughing at me," I said. "You're so funny and sweet and transparent," he said. "22, I must be out of my mind."
"How old are you?" I asked. He didn't look that much older than 25 to me. "I'll be 30 next month," he said. "So I have 8 years on you, baby, so watch out."
"I'm not having much luck watching out for myself tonight," I said. "I'm not exactly in control of things at the moment." He didn't laugh, and said, "No, you're not, are you?" and leaned down and kissed me, but very very lightly, with his lips and just the touch of his tongue. I tried to make it a real kiss, but he kept moving back while driving his knee between my legs to keep me where I was. And he was hitting my balls, not my cock, so it hurt a little. My arms were starting to hurt a little too. "Let me touch you," I said, against his lips. "I don't let bad boys touch me," he said. "And I can tell, you are a bad boy."
"So, where does that leave us then?" I asked. "If you won't let me loose..."
"There you go," he said, stepping back. I stood up, dropped my jacket free behind me, and walked towards him. He let my get my arms around him, and he kissed me, this time deeply. His lips felt even better than they looked, soft and dry and powerful, as he pressed mine open and raked his tongue around in my mouth. I wound my left arm around his neck and snaked my right down in between us again, while he grabbed my ass in his hands and pulled me in tighter. Just as my hand touched his cock, I felt his hands tighten on my ass. "Stop it," he said. I snatched my hand away, a little confused. "Not until I say," he said. "OK," I said. I tried to go back to kissing him, but now he was pulling his head away while still grinding our groins together.
I was beginning to get frustrated, and he said, "This is just what's wrong with you babies. You really don't know how to play."
"I don't think we're playing the same game right now," I said. And he looked at me and said, "No, but this is my house and we're gonna play my way, OK?"
"Do you play nice?" I asked.
"I play as nice or as nasty as you want," he said.
"How nasty?" I asked, a little nevously. He said, "That's up to you."
"Oh, great, finally something's up to me? Well, how about, a little nasty and we'll see what happens?"
He took me into the bedroom then, and I got a little nervous. But he started to kiss me and take my clothes off me, and then to strip off his clothes. I didn't try and touch his cock again, but when he took off his jeans it was kind of hard to keep my hands off. His cock was big and thick and hard, with a glistening bead of cum already on the head. I almost felt dizzy, and wanted to drop right down and suck on it, but he caught me under the arms and stopped me. "Go lie down," he said. I went over and lay on the bed, on my back, and he said, "Turn over." I hesitated, and he came over and flipped my on my stomach. "Now, that's one of the nice things about you babies," he said. "Look at that sweet ass."
I squirmed my cock into the bed a little, and he reached down and cradled my balls and said, "Stop it." I froze. With his other hand, he started to stroke down into the crack of my ass, and to trail his finger near the opening. I was rising up, involuntarily really, and he started to squeeze my balls again. I tried to lie still, but when he began to kiss my ass and to lick at my anus, I went crazy. This time, he hauled back his arm and smacked me hard across the side of my ass. It hurt, but it felt good too. Instead of stopping, I continued to thrust myself towards his tongue, and he backed away.
I turned over and reached for him, and he grabbed my hands and spread them wide and lay himself down on top of me. He took my left hand and pressed it back against the wall, and then said, "Can I tie you up?"
I thought about it for a minute, and as he started to loosen his grip on my hand, I actually felt disappointed. He saw it on my face, too, and got a big smile on his. "OK, lie still."
He tied my hands up over my head with a sort of leather thong he had, and then he tied that to the head of the bed. I felt kind of vulnerable but incredibley turned on, and when he went back to licking at my asshole I tried to lie still. Good luck... and everytime I moved, he slapped me across my thighs; after a while that started to feel really good too.
I had had my nipple pierced just a month or so before, and it was still a little sore, and he started to play with it, twisting it around, and I began to tell him. He looked at it for a second and said, "Don't be such a baby," and twisted it hard. It was incredible.. when he was playing with it softly it hurt, but I felt that hard twist right down deep in my ass and in my cock, as if they were connected. I gave a loud moan, and he laughed again, pinching my unpierced tit while he twisted the pierced one. He went back to kissing me, on my mouth and my neck and my face. I still hadn't gotten my hands or my mouth on that cock, and I was starting to think I never would.
But in a little while, he was kneeling straddled across my chest, teasing my mouth with his cock. When I tried to say anything, he pushed his dick in to my mouth, but when I tried to suck him he pulled out. He wasn't touching my cock either, but while he played with me I felt it kind of bounce up behind him. He reached around and grasped it in his hand, and started to jerk me off. I thought I would probably cum in about three seconds, and tried to tell him to stop, but he just shoved his cock into my mouth again. This time he let me suck him.
I felt my cock get so hard, I knew I would cum, and the feeling of his cock fucking my mouth and pushing into my throat while his hand slid on my cock and my hands were tied up and his thighs across my chest was just incredible, and then he just stopped. He pulled out his cock and let go of my cock and got off me. I almost burst into tears. But he put his whole body down on top of me and started to grind our cocks together and kiss me, all the time playing hard with my nipples and running his hands up to my hands, tied up above my head. He was playing with the ties, making them a little tighter and then even a little too tight, and then letting go. I wasn't getting enough friction to cum, and was straining against him as hard as I could. He started to thrust fast, and the thought that he might cum when I couldn't was so frustrating I bit at his tongue. He pulled back and looked at me for a second and then cracked his hand across my face, which hurt like hell. I glared up at him for a second, and then he slid down on me and began to suck my cock, hard and deep and all the way into his throat. I felt myself start to cum, and this time he didn't stop, just kept driving his mouth down onto my cock while it all built up and overflowed and ran out of his mouth and onto me. I almost screamed.
Then he left me there, all wet and tied up, and knelt between my legs and jerked himself off all over me. "I told you if you were bad I wouldn't let you touch it," he said, after he had sprayed his cum all over me. He reached over my head and untied me, and then walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower come on, but I just rolled all over his bedspread smearing both our cum all over it, and then burrowed under the covers and fell asleep, smeared and sticky and happy.