## More than best friends?

Post by pt92_01 » Wed Aug 30, 2017 4:43 am

My name is David. At the time this story happened I was a 16-year-old student at secondary school in the UK. For about 2 years up until this I had been best friends with Andrew. My family moved into the same street as Andrew's 2 years ago and this is how we got to know each other. We really enjoy each other's company - we have similar interests and the same sense of humour. At the time this happened we were hanging out pretty much every Friday and Saturday night - just the two of us. For the record, I am straight, and up until this event I thought he was too...
One particular Friday night after dinner I called Andrew to see if he wanted to come over. He said "of course" and I told him that my parents were going out to a party, so me and him would have the house to ourselves. On this night I was feeling a bit down in the dumps - the day before I had asked out a girl I liked at school while she was with one of her girl friends, but they both just laughed at me, it was really humiliating. Andrew arrived at about 7 pm and I hadn't yet told him about the incident at school. As was usually the case when we met up on Friday nights, neither of us had bothered to change out our school uniforms - black leather shoes, black trousers, a white short-sleeved shirt with school tie, and a black blazer.
Often when we would hang out we didn't do anything in particular - just chill out by watching some TV and chatting. We watched some TV for about an hour in the living room and then started to get bored. So I suggested we could jam a bit together (both of us are quite musical - I play guitar and bass and he plays bass). We went upstairs to my bedroom, as this is where my guitars and amp stay. We had done this together many times before so I had no idea that tonight something unusual was going happen.
I put on some music and we played along together for about 20 minutes. We didn't say much and my mind started thinking about the humiliation at school again. At the end of a song, without saying anything to Andrew I set down my guitar and went and sat on the edge of my bed. Andrew obviously knew something was wrong and he probably could see it on my face as I felt pretty close to crying, but I didn't.
Silently, he came and sat down next to me on my left on the side of the bed, then he said: (I can't remember the exact words in all of these conversations so I am paraphrasing a bit)
"Is everything okay?"
I replied: "Not really".
"You wanna talk about it?" he said.
I found it difficult to make eye contact with him and instead stared at my feet. We were very close and had talked about personal stuff before but this time I just felt embarrassed and rejected. So I just shrugged my shoulders and said nothing. When I did this, I could see from the corner of my eye that he just looked at me for a moment, then he reached his right arm up and put his hand on my right shoulder, and he pulled me towards himself a little bit and rested his head on mine.
"You know you can trust me," he said gently.
Although we were best friends, neither of us is into hugging of any sort, so this was the first time he had ever put his arm round me like this. It felt really comforting and I appreciated that he really cared for me and wanted to help.
"Have you ever asked a girl out and just been laughed at before?" I said, and at the same time I pulled my head back from him and looked him in the eye. He kept his arm around me. He paused a moment, then he said
"Not really," but he continued to look at me very sympathetically. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?" he added. I briefly told him the about the incident at school. While telling him I started thinking that maybe I was being a bit melodramatic, especially when I ended the story with:
"Sometimes I feel like there's no-one who gives a shit how I feel".
Again he hesitated before speaking. We were still looking at each other straight in the eye and I suddenly realized my final comment might have offended him. With his arm still caringly around me, he said:
"I do, David. A lot."
"Sorry, I know you do, and I care about you too. I didn't mean that," I said.
"It's ok, I know you didn't," he replied. Again he paused. He looked at me very hesitantly. He started to speak and then stopped again, like he was very nervous. Then he started again, and said, with his arm still round me:
"If you want, I can show you how much you mean to me. But only if you want to."
I was confused. What did that mean? But I did want to feel cared about. I needed it at this moment. So I simply said "Okay".
"Lie down," he said. And he dropped his arm from my shoulder.
"What?!" I said.
"Just trust me", he replied.
I did trust him. I would have trusted him with my life. So I did what he asked. I lay down on my back on the bed, while he still sat on the edge. We continued to look into each other's eyes. I could see a faint smile on his face.
"I'll be right back," he said. "Just wait there. Trust me."
He went out of the room and closed the door behind him, and I just lay there. I had absolutely know idea what he was doing or what was going to happen. About 2-3 minutes later, I could hear him coming back up the stairs. Then he spoke to me through the door:
"Okay, just trust me on this," he said, "take off your blazer, and the lie down again and shut your eyes."
I thought about it for a moment. This was really bizarre. But again, I really trusted Andrew, so I just did it without question and said "Okay." Then he said, "keep your eyes shut until I tell you."
I heard him open the door and step into the room. Then he said:
"Keep your eyes shut, and put your hands together above your head." I did as he asked. Suddenly, I heard a loud sound. I immediately opened my eyes despite his instructions, even though I knew right away what the sound had been. Andrew stood frozen above me, looking right into my eyes. He was still wearing his blazer and he was holding a roll of grey duck tape, which he had began to rip open (hence the sound). It became very clear what he had in mind.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said caringly.
I thought for a moment. More than a moment. This seemed crazy. Outright weird. He had obviously gone down to the garage to get the tape. But I trusted this guy so much - so I said, "It's okay, I trust you."
He smiled and reached forward towards me. I didn't bother to shut my eyes again as it seemed pointless now. He wrapped the duck tape around my wrists several times and secured them to one of the spindles in the headboard. I tried wriggling my arms to see how tight it was - there was zero chance of escape - I couldn't wriggle my wrists at all.
He walked to the bottom of the bed and pulled my shoes off one by one. Then he pulled my socks of one by one. I gave him a confused look, not knowing why he wanted to take off my socks, but I said nothing, and he used the duck tape to tape each of my ankles to a separate spindle on the bottom board of the bed - so my legs were spread apart at about a 30 degree angle. Again, I tried wriggling my ankles but there was no give. Now I wasn't going anywhere unless he wanted me to.
Again, he said, "Are you sure you're okay with this? We can stop if you want to." But again I said that I trusted him and it was okay. And actually, I was starting to enjoy myself. After feeling humiliated, rejected, and unloved, it felt really good to have such a close friend as Andrew. Although I then realized that I had no idea how this activity was going to show me that he cared about me, as he said it would.
He stood at the bottom of the bed, continuing to look me in the eye. Then he reached out his right hand and began gently stroking the sole of my right foot. I arched my head back as I began laughing. I naturally tried to wriggle my foot away, but of course I couldn't. Though I couldn't look at him as I was laughing so much and arching back, I felt him start to stroke my left foot too. I was laughing so hard it seemed almost unbearable, and yet really great at the same time. He continued to caress my feet for about 2 minutes, and then he stopped. I took my a few more seconds to stop laughing, and I felt really warm.
The he said: "Did you like that?"
"Uuh, yeah I did actually," I said.
"More?" he replied.
I thought for a moment and looked into his eyes. I couldn't refuse him - he was my best friend ever. And I didn't want to refuse anyway.
"There's only one problem," he said.
I looked at him, confused. "What?" I said, "my parents won't be home for another few hours."
"No, it's not that," he said. "It's just, you're making a lot of noise. What if the neighbours hear us and come knocking?"
I knew right away what he wanted to do. Before I could say anything, he had lifted the roll of duck tape from the floor, and he stood above me again. He unrolled a piece, and said again, "Are you definitely okay with this?". It was definitely getting weirder by the minute, but I said "Yes." I was curious to see what else he might want to do.
He leaned forward and firmly pressed the tape over my closed mouth. Then he lifted my head forward and wrapped it round my head about 3 times, before tearing it off the roll and making sure it was tightly secured over my mouth. I instinctively gave a little "Mmmph," and he smiled widely. I think we were both enjoying this as much as each other.
I expected him to immediately go back to tickling my feet, but he didn't. He sat down on the edge of the bed a moment and we stared at each other. Then very slowly he reached his right hand into his blazer pocket, and pulled out a pair of shiny, black leather gloves. It was December, so it didn't seem unusual that he would have these in his pocket - I had seem him wear them many times before (and secretly I wanted a pair myself). He gently slipped them on and carefully tucked cuffs of them neatly under the sleeves of his black school blazer. Then he got up, walked to the bottom of the bed, and resumed tickling me.
Again, I arched my head back and laughed. But this time it felt so much more pleasurable. The feel of the leather on my feet was sublime, and the feel of the tape on my mouth, restricting on my laughing, was actually turning me on a bit. I suddenly felt very embarrassed, I knew I was starting to get a hard on. Actually, I realized I could already feel precum against my leg. I looked down at Andrew. He was looking at my feet and it didn't seem like he noticed the bulge in my trousers. He must have sensed I was looking at him, because he suddenly looked up, stopped tickling my feet, and came and sat down on the bed beside me.
Without saying a word, he placed his leather-gloved right hand on the left side of my face and began stroking it.
"I love you so much," he said.
"WHAT?!" I shouted, but of course only an mmmph came out.
Once again, he said "Do you want to stop?"
I thought about it. It was now clear to me what was going on. This was how he wanted to show me he cared about me. By showing me that he wanted to gently and with my permission, tie me up and stimulate me. Perhaps I was very naive, but only at this moment did it hit me that he was gay, and he was actually IN LOVE with me.
I thought to shake my head and end the whole ordeal. But then, I was enjoying it - and he wasn't trying to hurt or abuse me - he genuinely did care about me very much and wanted me to know that. So I nodded. I allowed him to proceed him with whatever he wanted.
He moved his hand away from my face and began using both hands to unbutton my shirt, all the way down. I lifted my head slightly to look down my chest as he did so. When he had opened my whole shirt, he used his leather-gloved right hand to gently stroke my chest and stomach. It felt great. I could feel the sleeve of his blazer and the leather on my bare skin. It was heavenly. He must have done this for no more than about 30 seconds.
He suddenly moved his hand in a smooth motion towards the bottom of my stomach. And then further down. Over my groin. I looked at him alarmingly, and he looked at me - perhaps expecting me to shake my head now. But I didn't. So he began to gently massage my groin. He would now know I had a hard-on. He kept going, to the point where he was pretty much wrapping his hand round my penis through my trousers. I felt so many feelings as I tried to laugh and shout and yell into the gag. All the while I was naturally trying to escape from the tape securing my hands and feet - but I just couldn't - and this made it all the better - the tape over my mouth in particular making it feel amazing.
Again he stopped. I watched as he used both hands to open my belt buckle and slowly slide my trousers down my legs. The bulge in my boxers was now very obvious. He reached back up the carefully slid those down to. There it was - my penis standing right up on end. He looked at it with a big smile on his face. Then he looked me in the eye and I looked at him. Without him saying anything, I just nodded. He kept his eyes on my face, but I looked towards my groin. I watched with great anticipation as he moved his hand towards it. I screamed with euphoria into the tape over my mouth as I felt the sleeve of his blazer on my bare thigh and his leather-gloved hand wrap tightly around my hard, throbbing cock.
TO BE CONTINUED.

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by Bondage in Paris » Wed Aug 30, 2017 5:59 am

Wonderful story, so sensual. The contact of your captor's blazer and glove on your skin is very fetishist: I love it.

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by Grandas » Wed Aug 30, 2017 6:25 am

This is so sweet and cute. Andrew is everything I wanted in a best friend. I love this and cannot wait for the next part.

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by pt92_01 » Thu Aug 31, 2017 5:09 am

Thanks for the comments guys. I hope to post the next part soon, maybe in about a week. The conclusion of this story will have less bondage but there will be more stories about me and Andrew to follow - we have a very special intimate friendship.

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by canuck100 » Thu Aug 31, 2017 8:13 am

"More than best friends" indeed! Great story, looking forward to the next parts and your other stories

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by CMacleanSK » Thu Aug 31, 2017 11:27 am

Amazing stuff. Keep up the great work
I'm always looking for people to talk to and interact with. Just be warned that if you're gonna tie me up, you better gag me. MMMMPH!!

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by pt92_01 » Fri Sep 01, 2017 2:45 am

I had some unexpected spare time today and managed to write the rest of what happened that night. Sorry there's not much bondage in this, I just wanted to conclude this story and tell it faithfully as it happened. There will be more bondage to come in the next stories.
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I could feel a rhythmic sensation starting in my penis. I realized I was about to climax at any second, and I became scared - I realized I didn't want to go any further with this. The magnitude of what had happened in the space of about 15 minutes suddenly hit me. 15 minutes ago, Andrew and I were best friends and he was just trying to comfort me because I was down in the dumps. And now, here I was, hands and feet duct taped to my own bed, gagged, with my best friend having undressed me and holding my dick in his leather-gloved hand.
I panicked. I looked up at Andrew and began to shake my head furiously. I tried to shout "Stop, stop, stop!" over and over, but being gagged and unable to communicate what I wanted to do made me panic even more. Andrew immediately took his hand off me - he must have saw the panic in my eyes. Sounding panicky himself, he said,
"It's okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hang on I'll get you free."
He scanned the room and went over and lifted the scissors from my desk. He took off his gloves and hastily stuffed them back in his pockets. He rushed over to the bed, sat down on the edge, lifted my head and very gently peeled off the gag.
"I'm so sorry," he repeated. And he used the scissors to cut my wrists and ankles free.
I quickly pulled my boxers and trousers back up, my penis having gone pretty flaccid again now.
I span round to sit on the edge of the bed beside Andrew. He was staring at the floor silently, looking really embarrassed. After looking at him for a few seconds I felt a bit bad. I had made him feel like he had done something wrong, but he hadn't, I was just new to this and had panicked a bit.
"I'm so so sorry," he said yet again.
Like he had done for me only a few minutes earlier, I put my arm around him. He looked up at me and I smiled at him.
"You've nothing to be sorry about," I said. "I just panicked a bit cause I've never done anything like this before. But I really really enjoyed it."
"Really?" he said, looking a little brighter now. "You're not mad at me?"
"Don't be silly!" I said, "You're my best friend in the world, I can't even imagine what it would be like to me mad at you!"
"Thanks," he said. But as he did so, he looked to the floor again. He said, "it's the first time I've ever done anything like this too." He paused, looking like there was something he wanted to say but was struggling to. After maybe 5 seconds, he shakily said, "I've never liked anyone before the way I like you".
I was pretty sure I knew what he actually meant by "like", but I wanted to ask him to be sure and to let him know it was okay.
With my arm still around him, I said, "Do you love me?"
"Yeah," me muttered, with his eyes still fixed on the floor.
The very moment he said this, a strange feeling swept over me. I had really enjoyed what we had done together. I had let him caress me and touch my genitals. What did that mean? I thought for a few seconds. I already knew my friendship with Andrew was much closer and more intense than any other I had ever had. I thought about what it would be like to lose his friendship - I knew it would be unbearable. So then, maybe, I actually had feelings for him too. When this thought occurred to me, I realized not only that it was true, but that deep down I had known it for a long time.
Nervously, I said, "I think... maybe... I might sorta feel the same way."
He looked up at me and started smiling. And I smiled back. I gazed into his eyes and he into mine. How could I not have realized till now why this friendship was different from all other ones? I still felt inside like I was straight (and I still identify as straight even now) but I was okay with having these feelings about Andrew. It didn't bother me at all for some reason.
I looked momentarily away from him over towards the desk. I saw the clock said it was coming up to 9 pm. I didn't know what time my parents would arrive back it, but I knew I didn't want them to have any idea of what might have gone on.
"My parents will probably be back soon," I said, actually feeling quite disappointed that we couldn't really do anything else tonight.
"Okay," he replied, also looking a bit disappointed now. "Maybe I should go now anyway, it's been quite an intense night for both of us."
I looked at him and after a moment's hesitation I nodded in agreement. I dropped my arm from his shoulder and we both stood up. I buttoned my shirt and lifted my blazer from the floor and slipped back into it. He watched me putting it on, and I saw a little glimmer in his eyes that told me watching me putting my blazer on turned him on a bit.
I saw the roll of tape on the floor, but decided to leave it. I would return it to the garage after seeing Andrew out. We walked down the stairs and stopped in the front porch, just behind the front door.
"It seems really cold tonight," Andrew said, "at least it felt that way earlier when I was walking over."
As he said this, he reached into his blazer pocket, and took his leather gloves back out and slipped them on. And I realized that watching him do this actually turned me on a bit.
"You know, my parents won't be home tomorrow night," he said. "You could come over, if you want?"
I smiled. "See you at 7," I said without hesitation.
He reached out his leather-gloved left hand, and I thought he was going for the door handle, but suddenly he gently put it on my chest and pushed me back against the wall. I suddenly felt excited again, not knowing what he was doing. He grabbed my wrists with each of his hands and placed my hands against the wall behind me. I knew that me meant for me not to move them so I kept them there. He stepped forward slightly, so his face was now only a few inches from mine, and looking down I saw him move his left arm upwards. He placed his leather-gloved left hand over my mouth and pressed my head against the wall quite firmly. Just a split second later, I felt his other hand massaging my groin once again. I closed my eyes and groaned with pleasure into his gloved hand. After maybe 10 seconds, he removed his hands from my groin and mouth. I looked at him in the eye again and we both just smiled widely at each other. I knew I loved this guy too. I knew that there was no-one else who cared out me and liked being with me as much as he did.
"See you tomorrow, mate," he said. He opened the door and walked out and down the street to his own home. "See ya!" I called after him.
I closed the front door, and leaned back against the wall again. I placed my hands against the wall as they had been a few seconds earlier, closed my eyes, and tried to relive what he had just done on me. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night.
TO BE CONTINUED.

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by squirrel » Fri Sep 01, 2017 6:44 am

Great story so far! I love the leather gloves

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by 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.

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by ABird » Sat Sep 16, 2017 2:12 pm

Great story. Really does feel intimate.

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Post by canuck100 » Sat Sep 16, 2017 8:44 pm

^ I concur!

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Post by shyguy92 » Sun Sep 24, 2017 9:12 pm

You're quite good with details.

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Post by songhun » Tue Sep 26, 2017 2:50 am

keep it coming! I love the leather gloves. and please make use of a heavier gag next time, a sock or undies stuff in the mouth + duct tape would be very great. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by mrmaxroper » Mon Oct 16, 2017 10:48 am

This is excellent! Stories like this are what I come here for. Well written, believable characters, and extremely hot. More, please

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by pt92_01 » Wed Oct 18, 2017 11:43 am

Thanks for all the positive feedback guys! Although i am paraphrasing the dialogue a bit, the stories are all true, so i guess thats why it seems believable!
The bondage may be tame compared to other stories on this site, but since its true i just want to tell it faithfully as it happened and try to convey the intimacy of my friendship with Andrew.
Next part will be soon!

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by bluemoon27 » Wed Oct 18, 2017 8:12 pm

Incredible story
Hell yeh batman. Hell yeh.

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by Grandas » Sat Oct 21, 2017 11:17 am

The bondage is great, but what draws me in the most is that it's not fictional, and how much I yearn for a moment like that. To have a close friend who's also a lover of bondage and to be able to pour one's affection to him. It's really cute. I'm so happy for you! Looking forward for the continuation.

### Re: More than best friends?

Post by Kauron » Sat Oct 21, 2017 4:32 pm

I'm enjoying reading this story quiet a lot, you write very well. I think we all reading this wish we had a friend like that. xD