
Warning, this story contains male on male bondage and somewhat light sexual activity (handjob).
I'll admit it, he hit me by surprise. Sure, I knew Lucas, but it wasn't much - he was the muscly guy who did cycling while I was of a more geeky flavour. We'd spent the first year of school in the same class and we're in the same home group, which was where we interacted the most. We both arrived early so we'd spend the 15 minutes before anyone else arrived chatting and mucking around.
It was one of these mornings, the frost still spread across the fields, that he asked, "Hey James, I've got a little party at my house on Friday, you want to come?"
Slightly taken aback I nodded, "Sure, what are you planning on doing? Who else is coming?"
Lucas listed off the names of two of the other people in my tutor and told me that it was just a casual gathering. He also offered to let me stay the night, seeing as it was quite a mission to get to his house from mine.
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Friday afternoon passed uneventfully. I got home and jumped in the shower, spreading water across the floor as I climbed out.
I couldn't help but admire myself in the mirror as I dried myself, I'd never been obese but not thin either. Since I'd taken up running however, I'd lost my layer of fat and my abs showed through my toned skin. I was about 6', rivalling Lucas' 6'1" build.
Snapping out of my thoughts I pulled on a pair of loose fitting, grey jeans and a T-Shirt before leaping across my room onto my bed.
Ninety minutes later I was pulled from my book by my phone alarm.
"Shit!" I yelled. Pushing my phone and wallet into my pockets I ran for the door, jumped out onto the pavement and dashed for the bus stop.
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I hate arriving at people's houses for the first time. As such, I pressed the bell of number 63, Vindale Avenue with some caution, not sure if it was the house I was looking for. It certainly fitted Lucas' description, standing two stories tall with black paneling and a red roof. It was hidden from the road by a set of big leaved bushes.
"Hey!" yelled Lucas, catching me off guard as I examined the tree line behind me. I turned to find him wearing a sweaty, single piece lycra cycling suit, and I couldn't help but glance at his package.
"Nice, right house on the first try," I commented, "anyone else here yet?"
"Nah, you're early."
"Sorry, bus timetables suck, you did get my text though?"
"Yeah, no worries, come in already!" exclaimed Lucas, turning to lead me into the house. After asking me if I was hungry he led me to his room.
"I just got back from a cycle, I'll just change and have a shower, make yourself comfortable." Lucas walked into the ensuite bathroom. I busied myself examining Lucas' book collection. It was surprisingly good, although a lot of the books looked like they were in too good of a condition.
"We've got about 2 hours to kill before anyone else arrives, early bird." Lucas teased, entering the room in his boxers before quickly jabbing me in the ribs.
I jumped around and pushed him over, tackling him to the ground. He landed face up, me with my legs on either side of his chest, pinning him to the ground.
"That hurt," I smiled, "apologise."
"I'm sorry for," mid sentence Lucas pushed up and over, switching our positions, "tackling you." He smiled menacingly, "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he commented.
I went red, before noticing Lucas was half masted as well, "I'm not the only one enjoying this, Lucas."
"Alright then, we've got two hours to kill." he suggested.
"Ok then." I was unsure of what to do next, so I stayed lying underneath Lucas' warm body.
"Alright, seeing as I'm winning right now, how about you do something?"
"What?"
"I dare you to go into the bathroom and put on my cycling suit."
Excited now I nodded. Lucas released me from his grip and I headed towards the bathroom.
"No boxers either!" he yelled after me.
I found the lycra on the floor of the bathroom. I'd always thought lycra was a bit weird, but the thrill of Lucas telling me what to do encouraged me onward. I pulled off my clothes and pulled on the lycra. It was tight, Lucas was a tad thinner than me. As I pulled it on however, I began to feel Lucas' cold sweat against my skin.
Eager to get the clammy lycra off I zipped it up and walked out into Lucas' room, all to aware of how obvious my bulge was in the skin tight blue and white lycra. I looked around, wondering where Lucas had gone, unable to see him I begin to reach for the zipper to pull off the sweaty lycra.
Without warning, Lucas jumped from behind, knocking me forward onto his bed. He pushed his full body down onto me, his hot chest on my back.
We were both breathing heavily now. Lucas pulled a rope from his bedside, where it was tethered to the bedside post. He ran it over my chest and tethered it to my far hand. As he pulled it taught I was forced to flip over below him, leaving us face to face.
"Can I take off this lycra first?" I pleaded.
He smiled, grabbed my other hand and tether it, pulling it taught. I groaned, but put up little resistence as he tied my legs down, becoming increasingly excited. The lycra was no longer cold.
Staring at the ceiling, I was taken by surprise as Lucas tied a bandanna over my head. He then proceeded to stuff a pair of his boxers in my mouth before tying it down.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
I paused a moment before nodding.
"Enjoy it." he said menacingly. He turned off the light leaving me in darkness.
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I had no idea how long I laid there, I tried escaping from my bonds but they were to tight. Furiously I struggled to please myself, but to no avail.
Suddenly I felt a finger up my thigh. I yelled into the gap and pulled against my restrains, unable to handle a full mast cock and tickling session. Lucas ignored me and continued, he ran his hand up and down my thighs before going for my sides. I thrashed on the bed, arcing up my body as if I could escape from his hands. Lucas pulled himself up, knees on either side of my pelvis, I could feel his warmth above me.
Lucas got off the bed, opened the window a crack and crashed back down onto me.
We laid there for a while, Lucas with his head dipping down over my sholder, his body stretched over mine.
After we cooled down a bit he pulled the covers over us and we drifted to sleep.
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I awoke slowly to a tickling on my chest, remembering it was the weekends I tried to turn over, only to find my arms holding me in place. I felt the warmth of Lucas and moaned softly. Noticing the gag was no longer in my mouth I opened my eyes to Lucas' face, spring evening sun streaming in through the window.
"They'll be here in 15 minutes." he whispered as his hands nimbly loosed my restraints granting my upper body freedom.
"15 minutes." I said as I wrapped my arms around him.