Postby pt92_01 » Fri Sep 15, 2017 10:48 am
Ok folks, here's the next part.
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The next night (Saturday), I went around to Andrew's house at 7 pm as we had arranged. As far as I remember I was just wearing a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms and trainers. His parents were still in the house, so he asked me would I like to watch a movie for a while - I said yes. We went into the living room and we started to watch Contact as it was on the TV at the time. I was sitting on the sofa, while Andrew was sitting in an armchair. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and trainers.
We didn't say much - just asked each other how our day had been and small talk like that. Neither of us mentioned anything about what had happened the night before. After about 45 minutes, Andrew's mum popped her head in the living room door and said that her and his dad were leaving. Andrew just replied "Okay", without looking at her. She closed the door and left, and we listened as they got in the car and drove off.
For maybe 5 minutes, we said nothing, though I kept chancing glances at Andrew to see if he was going to say anything. I didn't feel comfortable suggesting what we could maybe try out tonight. I waited for him to make the first move.
Suddenly he said, "Want something to eat?"
"Uh, yeah, ok," I said.
He went out to the kitchen and returned with a couple of chocolate bars, two glasses, and a bottle of Coke. He threw me a bar, and poured out the two glasses on the coffee table. I started eating, and when he had finished pouring he sat down again, but now beside me on the sofa instead of in his armchair. Again, we said nothing while we ate and drank, just kept watching the movie.
When we had both finished eating, I nervously said, "what do you wanna do after the film?"
He turned round and looked at me, grinning. He didn't say anything, he just grinned, and I was a bit confused. But then he reached out his arm and put it round my shoulder as he had done the night before, and he pulled me towards himself slightly. Again, it felt really great, just to have this really close friendship with this guy. While he had his arm round my shoulder, I in turn put my arm around his back with my hand on his far side, and pulled him towards me too. We sat like this for maybe a few seconds, and then I felt him lift his head away slightly. But then he came back in and gently kissed me on my temple. Then he did it again, a little lower down on my cheek.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear.
I pulled my head away from him slightly to look him in the eye. He was still just smiling, and I said nothing but just smiled back. Then he took his hand off my shoulder and put it up on top of my head. He gently began to run his fingers through my hair, stroking my scalp. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed.
"That's really nice!" I said.
"You're welcome," he replied.
Then he took his hand off my head and placed it round my body and onto my chest, and he started to turn himself round so his back was to the end of the sofa, and he used his hand to pull me down on my chest. Now he was half sitting half lying along the length of the sofa, with me sort of on top him, facing the ceiling. So my head was basically resting on his chest.
Silently, he used his hand to pull up my t-shirt and start stroking my stomach, very very slowly and gently. I instinctively made a startled a gasp, but as I hoped he would, he used his other hand to firmly cover my mouth. He moved up and down my chest and stomach for maybe 2-3 minutes. It felt so good! I hoped he would maybe massage my groin again, but he didn't. He released me from his grip and said,
"Come on, let's go upstairs."
I didn't hesitate. We both stood up, walked out of the living room, and went straight up to his room. I immediately sat down on the edge of his bed, in anticipation of what he would do to me.
He sat down beside me, and again put his arm round me.
"How far do you wanna go?" he said.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Well, um," he said very nervously, "can I jack you off this time?"
I was sort of stunned by how graphic what he had said was. I didn't really know what I felt. I knew I wanted to let him touch me and turn me on a bit, but I remembered how I had panicked the night before. I thought for a moment.
"I dunno. Let's see how it goes." I said.
"Um, okay," he said, with the smile his face disappearing slightly. "Just give me two seconds..."
He opened his wardrobe, and from the bottom he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"Do you parents know you have those?!" I said, shocked.
"Yeah, they're only a toy," he said. "Look, there's a safety latch". And he showed me that they could easily be opened using the latch even if you were the one handcuffed. He set them on the floor, went back into the wardrobe, and produced a second pair.
"Uh, why do you have two pairs?" I said. I noticed that the second pair were a slightly different design.
"These are older ones that came from a charity shop," he said. He set them on the floor beside the first pair. I realized that he hadn't really answered the question, but I didn't push it any further.
He went back into the wardrobe a final time, and from the rail he brought out a slim-fitting black leather jacket.
As he slipped into it, I said "I've never seen you wear that before."
"That's cause I never have outside of the house," he answered. "I bought it about a year ago, but thought it might make me look gay." And he laughed. We looked each other directly in the eyes as he said that, and very suddenly he stopped laughing, and looked away to the floor again. I knew what was on his mind, so I stood up, walked over to him, and put my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I felt the leather make contact with my arms as he hugged me back.
"I don't care if you're gay," I assured him. "I wouldn't be here if I did!"
"I know," he said. "Thanks."
We let go of each other, and he went over to his chest of drawers. He opened a drawer, and brought out his black leather gloves. I watched as he gently slipped them on. I admitted to myself that I felt really turned on by the sight of my best friend wearing a black leather jacket and gloves.
"Lie down on your stomach," he said.
I started walking over to the bed to do as he said, but he added,
"No no, on the floor."
I looked at him a second, unsure of what he was planning. But I did as he asked. I distinctly remember the smell of the carpet at this point!
From the corner of my eye I saw him kneel beside me. I felt his leather-gloved hands grab my wrists and place them behind my back. I started to get really excited as I felt the cool metal on my wrists and the clicking sound of the handcuffs being shut. Then I felt him grab my ankles and ciff them too. Now I knew what the second pair of handcuffs was for.
He rolled me over. I gazed up into his eyes as he used his leather-gloved hand to stroke the side of my face again. And he knelt down and kissed me on the forehead, cheek, and neck several times. He stood up and walked away from me. I had no idea where he was going, but just a second later he was back, holding his Liverpool football scarf. He got down on his knees again, and without him saying anything I obligingly opened my mouth, knowing exactly what it was for.
He placed the scarf across my open mouth and lifted my head to tie it around the back. I tested the gag by groaning a little. Admittedly it wasn't as effective as the tape he had used the night before but it was still turning me on.
We smiled at me in his usual way, no doubt admiring me lying helpless (well, so long as I chose not to use the safety latches on the handcuffs) and gagged, under his control. For some reason, I had absolutely no fear of the situation tonight. Like I say I would trust this guy with my life.
Gently, as I was hoping, he began to massage my groin through my tracksuit bottoms. I groaned into the gag with pleasure and felt my cock getting stiffer. I was also aware that I was lying on top of my hands and the cuffs were digging into me a bit, but it wasn't too painful. He didn't spend long doing this. Soon he was pulling my trousers and boxers down again, and my bare erect penis was waiting longingly for him to begin.
I lifted my head slightly and nodded to him as I had done the night before. He smiled, but then he stood up and walked away.
"Where you going?" I muffled into the gag, confused and a little annoyed.
He came back from his desk with his phone in his hand. He took off one glove and started working it. I knew he was going to take pictures of me.
I immediately started to try to twist myself away from him and hide my bare crotch from the camera. If pictures of me got like this on the internet I would have been mortified. But he said,
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna put them on Facebook or anything!! I just, kinda, want to be able to remember this moment."
But I kept squirming.
"Don't you trust me?" he said, a little sheepishly now.
I stopped wriggling and looked up at him. He looked a little downhearted again. I thought about it. I nodded, I did trust him. I knew that if he said he wouldn't put them on the internet then he wouldn't. He smiled and took a few snaps of me. He bent down and took a close up of my face with the gag.
"Okay, done," he said and threw his phone onto his bed. He slipped his glove back on and immediately wrapped his hand around my dick. The pleasure I immediately felt at the contact on the leather on my penis is hard to describe!
I shouted with surprise but delight into the gag as I felt him start to pump my foreskin up and down. It only took a few seconds before I felt the orgasm coming on. I shouted "Aaah!" as I felt the cum shoot out. Andrew very quickly pulled his hand away - I guess he didn't want to get any on himself. He came round and sat down on the floor behind me, so that my head was between his legs. He put his hands under my shoulders and back and lifted me up, and pulled me backwards a little. So now we were both sitting upright on the floor with my back to his chest. He wrapped his arms round from me behind me so he was hugging me from behind. He put his mouth right up to my ear and said
"How was that?"
"Great I replied," muffled.
He put his leather-gloved hand up my t-shirt again and started rubbing my stomach again gently.
"Luckily you got it all over your trousers and not on my carpet," and he laughed loudly.
I looked down and saw that he was right - how was I going to explain those stains when I got home?
Then he took his hand off my stomach and used it to pull the scarf off over the top of my head.
"Thanks for letting me do that," he said. "I really, really love you." And he kissed me again a couple of times on the cheek. Again I started to think about what I felt about him. I had only ever been attracted to girls before, but suddenly the thought of having gay sex with Andrew popped into my head. And it didn't repulse me at all. The idea seemed really attractive.
"I love you too" I said. I knew after these two nights that if I wasn't gay then I was certainly bisexual. I definitely felt a level of intimacy and love for Andrew that was beyond friendship.
Then he suddenly said, "You wanna tie me up now?"
I definitely hadn't expected him to say this. I looked him in the eye, he was grinning once again, longing for me to answer him. It only took me a split second to answer him:
"Absolutely!"
TO BE CONTINUED.