Guitar Lessons (m/m, m/f, f/mm)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Tue Nov 20, 2012 3:45 am

Guitar Lessons
When I was 19 I finished my high school studies in Prague and left for London to study at university. During those years I spent in Britain I was staying at my aunt’s house because it was a lot cheaper than living on campus or renting my own flat.
My aunt and her parents moved to England’s capital city when she was 16 during the 1980’s. They wanted freedom which couldn’t have been provided by the communist government in then Czechoslovakia. My mom who was eight years older than aunt Denisa had been married and pregnant with my older sister at those times so she and my father decided not to join them. After the Velvet revolution in 1989 my grandparents returned but my aunt decided to stay. She got a PhD. degree from history, got married (and divorced couple of years later) and became a renowned writer of historical mystery novels.
When I decided to study in England she kindly offered me a room in her big house on the outskirts of London. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse and I didn’t regret it. Aunt Denisa was a very sweet and friendly person, she was always helping me with English, she was cooking for me, buying me everything I wanted and she even paid me my guitar lessons. She was a very musical type herself, she played the piano and sang very beautifully and when she heard me playing my guitar she decided to help me.
This story took place on one of those days when my guitar teacher was coming. It was a Friday afternoon in October and I was sitting on the bed in my room with my guitar, trying to play Stairway to Heaven and waiting for Riley (that was his name) to show up.
I was dressed in my tight light blue jeans, a white T-shirt and an unbuttoned red and black plaid flannel shirt which my aunt bought me earlier that week.
At four p.m. sharp I heard him ring the doorbell and two minutes later he showed up in my room.
“Hi Tommy,” he said and smiled at me.
“Hi,” I smiled back at him. He was four years older than me and was a son of my aunt’s best friend. He was very handsome which was mainly caused by his long emo hair dyed dark blue with white and black highlights. He was very pale, tall and slim with no visible muscles and always dressed very sexy in tight jeans or shiny black leather trousers (like today), tight T-shirts and various colorful flannel shirts (today his shirt was green and blue). His outfits were always completed with a long black scarf around his neck and sometimes a colorful bandanna tied in his hair.
Being a bisexual without any previous sexual experience either with a man or a girl I felt very attracted to him from the start. His soft features and girlish figure were bringing a lot of quite kinky and naughty fantasies into my head all the time. He must have noticed that but he didn’t say anything and for several weeks we had been just playing guitars.

Three weeks ago I decided to take a chance. That day aunt Denisa left for Liverpool and she was supposed to be home later at night. I didn’t go to school in the morning because I wouldn’t be able to concentrate and I tied myself up for couple of hours instead. Yeah, bondage is my strongest possible sexual fantasy and biggest secret. I spent that day bound and gagged on my bed and freed myself fifteen minutes before the guitar lesson. I left some ropes lying on the floor and put my red bandanna which had been used as a gag on the bed. The knot that was tied in the middle was soaked with my saliva. I also rolled up the sleeves of my shirt so that the red rope marks would be visible.
Riley arrived and it didn’t take him long to realize what was happening and I spent the rest of the afternoon bound and gagged in my bed with him. My first sexual experience was terrific. Touches of his soft and gentle fingers and silky lips were driving me crazy and when he gave me a blow job I was in heaven. Returning the favor to him was even a greater pleasure.
Since that day we had spent each of our guitar lessons playing naughty bondage games. My aunt didn’t suspect anything because a tape with the recordings of some of the previous lessons was playing in my radio all the time.

Anyway after a brief kiss he turned on the radio with that tape and started tying me up. First he bound my wrists together behind my back. My elbows followed. I was very flexible and I was able to spend an hour or two with my elbows together. Then he tied my ankles and knees.
“Gag me honey, please,” I begged him.
“But of course, darling:” He smiled and pulled out very big black panties from his pocket. “They belong to my mom. She’s got quite an ass, hasn’t she? I had been masturbating with these wrapped around my cock twice a day since the last time while I was thinking of you tied up like this.”
“That’s very sweet of you ... mmmmmph.”
He stuffed the panties in my mouth. Their taste made me even hornier. Then a bandanna was tightly tied in my mouth holding the panties in place.
“Oh, you look so sexy today. A new shirt?”
I mumbled yes.
“Good, you look terrific. I can hardly control myself.” He started to rub his hands all over my tied up body. I moaned with pleasure. Then he lied next to me and grabbed my crotch.
“Hard as usual, I like that,” said he smiling and unbuttoned my jeans. I could feel his soft cold hand on my hard dick because I have always taken my underwear off before the guitar lessons. It would be useless anyway. Slowly he began masturbating me with his gentle hands. The most exciting part about this was his keeping me horny for as long as possible. He stopped from time to time and kissed me and then continued touching and caressing my dick. This ultimate pleasure was always driving me almost crazy.
Suddenly I felt his tongue licking the top of my dick. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly ... perhaps maybe too loudly.
“So this is what I’m paying for? What the fuck is going on here?” That shocked voice belonged to my aunt who stood there in the open door and was giving us the most confused looks.
“Riley, are you giving fellatio to my nephew or am I seeing things?”
Riley who was so shocked that he even forget to put my dick out of his mouth started to blush. Then he opened his mouth, took my penis out, sat up and nodded shamefully.
“And why is he tied up? And why is he ... why is he gagged?”
“Well ...” Riley was so startled that he wasn’t able to create a meaningful sentence.
“Never mind, I’ll ask myself.” She marched across the room towards the bed. Riley moved out of the way and her impressive body was now leaning over me. With her fingers she took down the scarf and pulled off the panties. When she found out what she was holding in her hand she threw it on Riley and said: “It seems that you two have a lot of explaining to do.”
None of us felt like talking so she started to ask questions.
“Okay, Tommy. Have you been doing this all willingly?”
I nodded my head yes.
“Interesting, how long has it been going on?”
“For three weeks,” said Riley silently.
“Okay,” said my aunt and then kept silent as we did.
I was so embarrassed. I was still tied up and my jeans were pulled down and my dick was visible even though the hard-on was gone. Despite her first shock, Denisa didn’t seem to consider this to be anything weird or awkward now.
“Shall I untie him?” asked Riley.
“Well ... I don’t certainly want to spoil your fun, boys,” smiled my aunt suddenly. “You can stuff those panties back in his mouth and gag him again but on one condition.”
We couldn’t believe our ears.
“What condition?” we asked in unison.
“I am going to stay here with you.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Do you have some more rope or am I too old to play with you?”
“You wanna be tied up, aunt Denisa?”
“Yes, it could be a good start.”

Ten minutes later I had the gag back in my mouth and observed Riley finishing my aunt’s bondage. He tied her to my chair with my ropes. She looked terrific. In her forties she was a very sexy woman, or MILF you could say. I have always admired her type of ladies – full-figured with huge breasts, large ass and massive thighs. She had very long red curly hair and beautiful round face with shiny pink plump lips that were now smiling as she was enjoying her predicament.
Her hands were tied behind her back. A large rope was wound under and above her beautiful breasts tying her upper body tightly to the chair. Her feet were crossed and tied tightly to one of the chair-legs. She looked delicious restrained like that and dressed in her grey satin blouse, knee-long black leather skirt, pair of black pantyhose and high-heel shoes.
“You know, Riley, I should have hired you as my personal rope expert instead,” said aunt Denisa flirtatiously and gave him a seductive smile.
Riley obviously didn’t know what to say.
“Yes, I know, I know, I talk too much and I embarrass you. I need to be gagged,” smiled aunt Denisa. “What are you going to gag me with?”
“Well ... I have one more panties and some bandannas ...”
“Maybe later. What else?”
“Then we have this,” said Riley and took a large red ball with black leather straps.
“A real ball-gag? That’s great. I have always wanted to have a ball-gag in my mouth. And this one is really, really big. That will definitely shut me up.”
“Okay, you’ll get what you want.”
“Give it to me, baby. And then I want you to unbutton my blouse a little and pull off my breasts. And after that ignore me and act as if you were here alone.”
She was apparently pleased with her situation and opened her large mouth wide.
Riley put the ball inside and tightened the straps. Drooling started almost immediately. Then he opened her shirt and pulled off the breasts as much as the tight ropes allowed it. Satisfied she nodded and mumbled something through her gag.
This was the first time I saw my aunt’s bare breasts and after everything I experienced in the last half an hour it didn’t feel weird at all. They were magnificent and I started to get hard again.
Darby got back on the bed and we returned to our previous fun. His smooth lips gently clasped around my hard penis and the blowjob continued.
My horny and tied up aunt started to moan through her gag and struggle against her ropes. She wiggled very intensely and her big breasts were bouncing up and down. It turned me on even more and I came into his mouth. He swallowed everything and licked me clean. After that I was left alone to enjoy the beautiful moment and Riley started to pay attention to my aunt. She mumbled something through her gag prompting him to take it off and so he unbuckled the strap and pulled out the ball from her mouth.
“Come closer, I wanna tell you a secret,” she said and whispered something into his ear. I didn’t hear what it was but so his pleased smile.
Soon I understood what was happening. He blindfolded me with a silk scarf and then I heard him unzip his pants.
“Wooow,” said my aunt and then the only thing I was able to hear was their loud and excited moaning.
My aunt was giving him a blowjob. I got very jealous but I wasn’t sure whether of him or her. So much I wished to be the one sucking Riley’s dick and then again I got horny and wanted my beautiful MILF aunt to suck me.
I tried to get their attention by some loud groaning but they didn’t hear or care.
His moaning was getting more and more vivid until he ejaculated in my aunt’s mouth. Then there was silence which couldn’t have lasted more than five minutes but to me it seemed like eternity. Then someone untied the scarf over my eyes and started to release me. It was Riley of course. My aunt was standing in the middle of the room untied with her blouse buttoned and a huge smile on her beautiful lips.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your kinky interests?”
“Well ...,” I replied after Riley removed the panties from my mouth and blushed again. “It’s not very easy to tell somebody about this kind of things.”
“Oh you naughty boy, we could have so much fun from the beginning. Never mind that now and fix your trousers. You don’t look very decent.”
She was right. My now soft cock was still hanging out of my unzipped jeans.

“Well, I know both of you must feel pretty awkward,” said aunt Denisa after she poured us a cup of tea some ten minutes later in the dining room. “But you don’t have to. Well, I never considered myself to be a kinky kind of person. My husband tied me up in bed couple of times but we did it only to spice things up a little bit if you know what I mean. Then I got divorced and I haven’t had a man for four or five years to be honest. I’m not the youngest and I am quite busy with my writing to go out to meet new people. When I saw you two having fun, I was startled at first but then I got quite turned on and the rest you know. I guess the kinkiness runs in the family.”
I was quite surprised how opened my aunt was. Our relationship was always fine and we were close but I never expected this.
“We can have this kind of fun all the time. I think Tommy needs more guitar lessons,” smiled Denisa.
Pleased we looked at each other and nodded.
“Okay, I think it’s time to start to cook dinner. Riley, I hope you will join us.”
“With pleasure.”
“Okay, but I need to keep you from distracting me. I guess you’ll have to stay bound and gagged somewhere.”

Fifteen minutes later we were sitting on the bathroom floor tied back-to-back. Our wrists were tied in front of the other one’s stomach. I could touch Riley’s crotch with my fingers and I really loved to feel his leather pants. Needless to say he was hard and so was I thanks to his fingers fondling me. Our legs were tied as well and aunt Denisa even wrapped quite a lot of rope around our bellies and chests. She did a great job. The bonds were really tight.
“Well, back in Czechoslovakia I was a member of communist version of girl-scouts, we were called pioneers and I learnt a lot about ropes there,” she explained when she returned from her bedroom with several scarves.
“I can see that you are enjoying yourselves. That was the purpose of tying your hands like that. Do you also want to be gagged?”
“Oh, yes, please gag us aunt Denisa,” I begged.
“That’s the best part, isn’t it?”
She opened her laundry basket and took out two pairs of panties.
“I have a big ass, I sweat a lot and I even sometimes masturbate while I’m wearing those but I guess that two kinky boys like you won’t mind that.”
Then she stuffed the blue ones into my mouth and the black ones went into Riley’s.
She secured our gags with knotted scarves and blindfolded us as well.
“Okay boys, I’ll be back to check on you in hour or so. Have a good time and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She laughed and left us to enjoy each other’s company.

The End

Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Re: Guitar Lessons (m/m, m/f, f/mm)

Postby canuck100 » Sat Nov 24, 2012 7:35 pm

Hawt and well written too! Loved it!

Re: Guitar Lessons (m/m, m/f, f/mm)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:27 pm

Thanks guys, I am happy that you liked my story :-)

Re: Guitar Lessons (m/m, m/f, f/mm)

Postby mikeybound » Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:39 am

I just didn't like the aunt. I can't help it! Chubbies and girls don't do it for me. Still a good one!

Re: Guitar Lessons (m/m, m/f, f/mm)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:49 am

mikeybound wrote:I just didn't like the aunt. I can't help it! Chubbies and girls don't do it for me. Still a good one!


Ok, everybody likes something else. I like this kind of women :big:

Re: Guitar Lessons (m/m, m/f, f/mm)

Postby mattbind1974 » Sat Jan 19, 2013 5:05 pm

great story cowboy ... please write more ... i have some family stories as well so pm me at some point ...