A New Experience [M/M] - [finished]

Postby Pazue » Sun May 08, 2016 12:30 pm

Disclaimer: This story involves crossdressing and anal sex, so if you don't like themes like that then you probably won't like most of it. Consider that a friendly warning.

This is the first story I've written in a while and the first time I've delved into adult themes. I hope someone can still find something enjoyable about it though, and I also hope to read some thoughts about it for future reference. I will post it in chunks, so more parts will come later on. Thank you for reading!

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A New Experience

Part 1
He stared blankly at the professor droning on about something sounding vaguely related to the last lecture. Angular momentum, moment of inertia, it all fused together into one big blob in his mind making it even harder to learn this supposedly vital part of his studies. He let out a soft sigh and peered at his friend sitting next to him with a similar disinterest in the subject at hand. The other young man turned to face him, smiled and shook his head before leaning back and putting his mechanical pencil down. There were less than ten minutes left of the lecture so there really was no reason to try to be a good student anymore: their brains were at their limits, and they both knew this more than well.

“And that’s all we have time for. See you on Monday.”

The hall filled with a buzz of voices as everyone packed up their notebooks, pencils, computer and whatever else they had brought to the lesson. Mechanics was something the upperclassmen had brought up on several occasions as a course of beastly difficulty and they often mentioned the small proportion of students actually passing it every year. Right now, that wasn’t on his mind though, he was just glad it was all over for the week.

“That was a total drag,” his friend proclaimed after yawning, the professor having already left thankfully. “You free to hang out for a while?”

He zipped his bag closed and stood up, slinging it over one shoulder. “Sure. Your place or somewhere else?”

“I was thinking we could have a coffee or something. How’s that sound?”

His friend followed suit and they both went to the hangers, took their jackets and exited the room into a large, sparsely decorated corridor leading towards the front doors of the university building. It was a fairly modern structure, but the floor already saw signs of heavy usage. There were large windows to their right as they followed the masses towards the exit, as well as a few potted plants along the window-covered wall as well as around the pillars that served to hold the upper balcony-like floor up. All around them were people, chatting and following the same stream they themselves had gotten caught up in.

“Doesn’t sound bad at all. Anyone else tagging along?”

They left the building and stepped into the warm spring sunlight, immediately feeling rejuvenated after the dreary set of lectures the day had brought them.

“Well, yes and no.” His friend walked over to the bike racks and he followed closely behind. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet, actually.”

“Someone you’d like me to meet? Sounds ominous.” He put on an expression of mock dread and after a moment of silence, they both laughed. He was very curious about whoever this person would be though.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ve actually talked to the guy before.” They pulled their bikes from the rack, sat up in the saddles and took off towards the central parts of the small city. There wasn’t a single cloud staining the perfect blue sky, and there was only a slight breeze causing the leaves to rustle pleasantly. There was a lot of greenery in the outer parts of the city, and people certainly took advantage of the nice weather. Wherever one looked there was a group of people there. The small field below the hill on which the university building stood was especially crowded, with many picnic-goers having already spread out sheets and whatever food they had brought.

The two friends reached a small no name coffee shop, parked their bikes and headed inside. They were greeted by a rather intense aroma of coffee, which certainly wasn’t unpleasant in any way. As usual, the place was quite busy and there was a bit of a line to the counter. Earlier that week, the café had brought out their furniture for the patio for the first time that year, something which had definitely brought many people in. Within a few minutes the two had ordered their beverages of choice and found a place at one of the outside table.

“It’s been a while since last time I was here,” his friend said with a serene expression on his face. “What about you, Quinn?”

“Oh, uhh…” Quinn perked up, having been lost in thought earlier as he was still quite curious about the mysterious person they were supposed to meet with. “I haven’t been here since last time we went together.”

His friend leaned forward, an amused expression on his face as he looked at Quinn. Parker had quite an ordinary look to him. He had short, dark brown hair and a light complexion coupled with grey eyes and a pronounced jawline. Furthermore, he had quite thick eyebrows and a long nose, while often sporting a carefree smile. His smile was especially prominent when he was teasing one of his friends, whereas Quinn was his most common target. Parker’s body was, like his face, rather average-looking. He wasn’t particularly muscular or bulky, but neither was he overly slender like Quinn. In the end, he was a good friend and easy to get along with, having been brought up in a lower middle class neighborhood in a functional family. In the group of friends the two belonged to, Parker was certainly one of the main driving forces to keep them all together.

“You seem a bit spaced out today. Excited about meeting someone new?” There was a clear teasing undertone in his voice. Quinn felt his cheeks warm up slightly in response to it. If anything, he was quite nervous, having always been a bit of an introvert. Still, he couldn’t deny that curiosity filled his mind about this mysterious person he had allegedly spoken to before. Couldn’t Parker just tell him who it was?

“I just,” he started before looking into Parker’s eyes. Then he just leaned back and crossed his arms, giving his friend a pouty look. “Jeez, it’s not like you didn’t know I was gonna react this way. It wouldn’t hurt you to be a bit more considerate after all this time.”

Parker’s expression softened a bit and he gave his friend a warm smile. “Sorry, I’ll behave.” Quinn rolled his eyes and smiled as well, unlocking his arms from their crossed state.

Shortly thereafter, the waitress brought their drinks: a cup of simple black coffee for Parker and hot cocoa with a hint of vanilla for Quinn. As they sipped on their hot beverages, the two friends chatted about mundane, everyday things. Minutes passed in the warm late afternoon sun until eventually Parker shifted his eyes slightly to the side of Quinn and out towards the street. They lit up and he started waving a hand.

“Hey, we’re over here!”

Quinn turned around and immediately saw the person Parker was looking at. It was a man similar in age to them, quite handsome at a glance. He dressed smartly in a light blue collared shirt combined with khaki pants and black loafers. He waved back to Parker and as he approached their table Quinn noticed the man was taller than both him and his friend. Parker stood up first and greeted the guy with a hug as was the norm with people he knew well. Quinn rose from his seat as well and inspected the stranger while he was talking to Parker.

He had straight, dirty blonde hair swept to one side, not quite as short as Parker’s but still well-maintained. His face was certainly handsome, both masculine and elegant with a groomed light beard and, to Quinn, perfectly proportioned features. His hazel eyes were beautiful as well and pulled one in without effort. His observer also noticed his slim, healthy figure and broad shoulders. That’s when Quinn finally snapped out of it and heard his voice. His eyes widened as he immediately recognized it. Parker and the man turned their attention to Quinn.

“William, this is Quinn. Quinn, William.” Parker took a step to the side so the two could properly greet each other. William extended his hand, and after a few moments of hesitation Quinn took it and they shook hands.

“Nice to meet you Quinn,” William said in his smooth voice, smiling at the shorter boy. Quinn had only heard that voice through his headset before, as part of the online game both him and Parker had played quite a bit of over the last few years. He had only known the guy by his online alias ‘Wiccar’ before today and he never expected he’d actually meet him. Quinn looked up at William and smiled back, albeit shyly.

“Same to you, Wicc-,” he said before stopping himself. “Ah, I mean William.” The warmth spread across his cheeks again. He already screwed up, and it wasn’t like he had never talked to William before. To his relief however, William simply laughed and they let go of each other’s hands.

“So you’re Aylow, I take it? You can call me Will.”

They sat down at the table again and as per usual Parker led the conversation, talking with Will about what he and Quinn were studying, about their friends and whatever else he could think of. Considering the topics at hand, Quinn figured Parker mustn’t have met Will until recently even though it seemed like they had known one another forever. At the few moments when Parker looked away, Quinn could feel Will glancing at him. It made him feel a bit uneasy but he figured Will just didn’t know fully how to act around his new acquaintance.

Regardless, after about an hour and half, Quinn and Parker bade farewell to Will. Of course, Parker being Parker, he had already suggested meeting up again soon, to which Will agreed. It had been fun for them all to meet, he said, and Parker could only agree. Quinn smiled and nodded as well, but inside he could still feel slightly anxious about how Will had looked at him. On the way home, however, he quickly forgot about it as he had another chat with Parker. They parted near the apartment building where Quinn lived and he continued on his own down the street to his destination. His thoughts returned to Will and his glances.

“I wonder what they meant?” he mumbled to himself as he parked his bike and headed upstairs to his apartment.

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Part 2

Later in the evening, Quinn sat at his desk and paid half-attention to a video on his second monitor while he browsed the net on the other. It was peaceful and he enjoyed doing nothing in particular, although it tended to get dull sometimes. Not to mention that there was always a slight sense of guilt deep inside of him whenever he did something not related to studying. Still, today was a Friday so the guilt wasn’t too prominent. Besides that, he had something else on his mind that kept him preoccupied.

An icon on the taskbar started blinking and he brought up the program in question: the chat client he and his friends tended to use, not in the least for gaming purposes.

Wiccar: hi, you there?

Quinn swallowed as he looked at the solitary message. Will hadn’t ever really messaged him a lot one on one, just in the chat group they had together with Parker. And yet now, suddenly, he did. It must be because of the meeting earlier. Quinn put his fingers on the keyboard and typed his reply.

Aylow: i’m here. what’s up?

Wiccar: nothing much. I didnt expect you to be so cute lol

Cheek burn. Quinn couldn’t believe his eyes. Him, cute? He stood up and hurried into the bathroom where the only mirror in the apartment was. He flicked on the light and stared at his reflection. Quinn was a rather slender and short young man, smaller than Parker in pretty much every regard. He had narrow shoulders for a man and he was quite uninterested in building muscles in general. His face was on the feminine side with thin eyebrows above large, blue eyes, a rather small nose and soft lips. His hair was auburn in color and reached to his shoulders, framing his face nicely.

Quinn had been called cute before and it had always made him rather self-conscious due to his shy nature. He couldn’t see it himself, and if anything he saw more flaws with his appearance than anything else. And yet Will had called him cute just like that. The blush on Quinn’s cheeks returned at the thought of it and he shook his head, shutting his eyes and slapping his cheeks lightly to snap out of it. Taking a deep breath, the young man went back to the computer and sat back down. There was another message.

Wiccar: sorry was that too much?

Aylow: it’s fine

It was easier to just try to ignore what he had said and move on. That’s what usually worked in a situation like this. People tended to drop matters like this if he just didn’t act too interested in general.

Wiccar: I was wondering if you want to hang out at some point

Aylow: sure, that’s what parker wanted right?

What was he getting at, exactly? It had just been a few hours since Parker himself suggested they meet again soon. He couldn’t have already forgotten about it already, could he?

Wiccar: I meant just you & me

Quinn stared at the last message, having a hard time believing his eyes. Will wanted to meet him on his own for some reason, and it made Quinn nervous.

Aylow: why?

Wiccar: I want to get to know you better, thats all

Couldn’t he get to know Quinn better just by talking to him normally when Parker was around? Was that really such a hard thing to do? Either way, Quinn couldn’t help but feel curiosity bubbling up inside him despite his common sense practically screaming at him that it’s suspicious.

Aylow: ok… when do you want to hang out then?

Wiccar: Im completely free tomorrow, so wanna come?

Aylow: come?

Wiccar: to my place

What was he thinking? To his place? That sounded absurdly suspicious! But then again, there was the feeling of curiosity, anticipation, even adventure. Was that last one even a feeling? Either way, Quinn felt conflicted about it all: his common sense saying no but his gut saying yes. He had been thinking about Will all evening, by his charming appearance, his smooth voice and his smile. Why did he think about these things though? It’s not like he had ever had any interest in men. Maybe he just wanted to know William better. That must have been it.

Aylow: sure, where do you live?

Wiccar: 200 2nd St

Aylow: i’ll be there at 3

Wiccar: great cya then

Quinn leaned back in his computer chair and felt his heart beating harder than normal. Was he really going to Will’s place tomorrow? He barely knew the guy besides through the game, and now they were going to meet, just the two of them, after having just been introduced. It was a surreal feeling and he couldn’t quite grasp that it was happening, but when looking back at the chat log it did indeed seem like it. His train of thought was interrupted by another chat window flashing and he switched to that one instead. It was the group chat.

prKee: hey guys wassup?

Draylik: nm

foth112: im eating atm

prKee: wanna play in 10?

Foth112: 15 then im done

Draylik: sure

Wiccar. Im in

Everyone always seemed to want to play the game when Parker was the one asking. He was quite the natural leader even online, and Quinn was sure he was quite aware of it. Draylik, or Nathan as he was actually called, was one of Parker’s friends from high school. foth112, Ryan, was someone Parker had met at a convention of some sort. They were fun to play with even though it had taken Quinn a little while to warm up to them, as was the case for him with most people. Then, of course, there was William. Parker had met him online through another game they both played before Parker met Quinn in university. So he was also going to play?

prKee: Q?

Quinn wondered if he was really going to be able to focus on the game after his private chat with Will. Well, there was only one way to find out. He nodded to himself and typed out his answer on the keyboard.

Aylow: yeah, i’m ready
Last edited by Pazue on Wed May 11, 2016 9:08 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: A New Experience [M/M]

Postby Lake Lover » Sun May 08, 2016 5:39 pm

yeah, I'm ready, too. Very good start!

Re: A New Experience [M/M]

Postby Pazue » Mon May 09, 2016 9:19 am

I'm glad you liked it so far!

I'll keep on posting the story two parts at a time over the next few days. Anyway, here are the next two.

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Part 3

Quinn pulled his phone up from one of the front pockets of his jeans and checked the time. 2:52 PM. He felt a shiver run down his spine and slid the phone back into place as he turned his gaze up towards the large apartment building in front of him. It looked luxurious, much more so than the place where he was living. To think that someone he’s spoken to online for several years lived in a place like this. Quinn took a deep breath and walked up to the front door, checking the entry plate for Will’s name. He found it and pushed the button. Within a few moments there was a familiar voice on the other end.

“William McCabe speaking.”

“Ah, hello,” Quinn could hear the nervousness in his own voice and felt another shiver. His hands and lower jaw were trembling. “I-it’s Quinn, I was supposed to come now… right?”

There was a moment of silence before the sound of the door unlocking could be heard. “Welcome inside.” He reached out to the handle and pulled the door open. Inside was a large lobby, looking very clean and both modern and classy. There were the white marble walls coupled with black floors as well as wooden detailing along the corners of the room and the ornamental pillars. To Quinn’s left there was a blue seating group lending the room some color and to his left were the mailboxes. At least they looked normal enough, almost standing out due to how high-end everything else in there was.

“Whoa…” There was nothing else he could say. It was like stepping inside another world. Quinn stood there dumbfounded for several seconds before he hit himself on the head, managing to move on. The entry plate had mentioned Will was living on the seventh floor, although thankfully there were two elevators in the lobby as well. He stepped inside one and, after some hesitation, pressed the right button. It wasn’t long before he stood in front of the apartment. William McCabe. Quinn’s hands were still shaking slightly as he reached out and gave the door a careful knock.

Everything was quiet. His heart was beating hard, but he didn’t know why. He really had no idea why he was so very nervous about this meeting. Was it because of the looks Will had given him on the day before? Or was it because he had been called cute after a first meeting? Why had he even agreed to come here? In retrospect it seemed like a really stupid idea to him. He stared down at his own feet, his stomach turning slightly. The suspense was worse than before an important exam. Would it be better to just run when he had the chance? He took a step back and prepared to turn around and get out of there when the door opened.

“Oh, so you were there. Hello, Quinn, I didn’t hear anything so I came out to check.” Quinn looked up and his eyes met Will’s. It was too late to back away now so he put on a nervous smile, very aware of the blush building on his cheeks.

“Ah, hi Will!” He felt like a tool as he stood there smiling. He was greeted by a smile in return however, as William stepped aside.

“Come on in. You can’t stand there forever.”

Quinn nodded and entered the apartment. He removed his light jacket and shoes while Will closed the door behind him and went past him through the narrow hallway. Quinn soon followed suit.

“I’ll show you around if you’d like.” That confident smile was still there, and William’s face was as handsome as it was that first day. Quinn felt his heart skip a beat even though he had never held any interest in others of his own gender before. Maybe it was just because of Will’s radiant aura. Even inside his mind it sounded so cheesy Quinn couldn’t help but smile to himself. There’s no way he was actually interested.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

Just as the lobby and the building itself had been rather extravagant, the apartment itself was no different. The bathroom was practically shining with a nice, big bathtub, white marble walls and floor tiles and black wooden vanities beside the toilet itself. There was a fairly large window with frosted glass covering the bottom part of it which, to be honest, wouldn’t offer more modesty at this height. Still, the room looked very clean and smelled of freshness.

Next was the kitchen, which was as grand as the bathroom. A light wooden kitchen set with a matching table and chairs along with, of course, marble surfaces. There was a big combined refrigerator and freezer as well as very modern-looking equipment. The rather large living room had potted plants standing on the wooden floor close to the window, a huge TV by Quinn’s standards, and a large black sofa which looked quite cozy. There was a red rug underneath both the sofa and the low table in front of it, which matched the red wallpaper well. Behind the sofa were bookcases filled with all kinds of books. Quinn’s mother had quite a large collection of books herself back home, but it couldn’t compare to this. Quinn was truly in awe.

Finally, Will showed him the bedroom which held a large bed with a dark wooden frame and a small bedside table in similarly dark wood. The rest of the furniture in there matched the bed frame, and together with the light grey wall it made for a well-rounded room in general. This was something completely different to Quinn’s sparsely decorated combined bedroom and living room. In the corner of the room, behind a partial wall, he spotted Will’s computer. So that’s where he had been sitting all those times they had been gaming together? For some reason, that made Quinn feel a bit less out of place. The computer was what had brought them together in a sense, after all.

“What do you think? I’m quite satisfied with the look myself.”

Quinn looked around again. It was amazing, more so than he could have ever imagined. Amazing and very expensive-looking, yet at the same time it looked cozy as well.

“It’s… quite overwhelming, to be honest.” Quinn looked at Will. “I’ve never seen anything like this before so I’m not sure what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything then.” It felt like his gaze pierced right through Quinn and he felt another shiver travel down his spine. He felt awkward with the silence that ensued, trying to half-heartedly laugh it off.

“Eheh, what’s that supposed to…“ Quinn was interrupted mid-sentence by the taller Will wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace. The slender boy’s eyes widened and he blushed in the warm hug, thoughts spinning in his head. What was Will doing? It was really weird! But at the same time it felt surprisingly good. Feeling Will’s heartbeat, Quinn lay his head on the other young man’s shoulder and carefully let his hands travel up his back. It was wider than his own, and it made him perceive himself as so small and frail. But also safe.

Will didn’t let go for a while. Quinn had no idea how much time had passed once the taller man finally released him from the embrace. He looked up feeling warm throughout his entire body. Will didn’t look quite as confident as he had before, giving him a sheepish smile.

“I apologize for that,” he said with an embarrassed look on his face. “I couldn’t help myself. There was actually something I wanted to ask of you, which is why I asked you to come over.” This piqued Quinn’s curiosity and he looked at Will intently.

“What did you want me to do then?” Was it going to be something lewd? Quinn caught himself thinking that and felt the blush return again, along with what felt like a storm in his stomach. Why would he even think that? That’s crazy! Quinn tried his best not to show what he had been thinking as he awaited Will’s reply.

“Well,” he began as he walked over to the desk on which the computer screen stood. He opened a drawer and pulled out a fancy-looking camera. Then he turned back to Quinn again. “I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday when we met, and I had made up my mind when I messaged you later that night.” After hesitating for a few moments, he straightened up with a serious expression on his face. His eyes were shining.

“I’d like you to participate in a photo shoot.”

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Part 4

Quinn stared at the pile of clothes on the bed in front of him. They looked soft, smooth and silky. And more than anything, they looked feminine. He carefully lifted one of the garments and inspected it. It was a short, navy blue pleated skirt, not unlike what you’d find as a part of a school uniform for girls. He put it back down and turned to look at Will who had presented the clothes to him not more than a few minutes earlier. He looked nervous, but Quinn also saw some anticipation in his eyes.

When William mentioned a photo shoot Quinn didn’t know what to expect. He was caught completely off guard by the sudden request. It felt strange that Will would want to take photos of him, when he was quite sure the other man would be quite popular both for his looks and, of course, for his wealth. And yet here he was, asking Quinn to participate.

“Ph-photo shoot?” Quinn stuttered, and his face once again deceived him with how red it had gotten, as well as with how his eyes shifted. The mere thought of having someone like Will take photos of him was embarrassing, especially since Quinn didn’t know what he’d use the photos for. Furthermore, Quinn had never been very confident whenever photos would be taken of the class during his younger years either. That natural shyness sometimes made it quite difficult to function normally, something which had caused him quite a bit of grief at some points in his life. His mind was yet again filled with thoughts, swirling around and fighting each other.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to of course.” Will stood there with the camera in hand, looking quite hopeful. That expression on his face felt like a weight pressing down on Quinn as he stood speechless. Will shifted a little and spoke. “Does it make you nervous?” Quinn nodded. His heart was beating quite rapidly in his chest at this point. Not only had he been hugged by someone he didn’t know very well, but now that person wanted to take photos of him for some reason. Will walked up to Quinn and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for being so sudden about this,” Will started. “As I said before, this has been something I wanted to do since we met yesterday. Photography is something I think is a lot of fun, especially when I can create memories with other people.” He turned around so Quinn could see the digital screen on the back of the camera. “Look.” Will went through some of the pictures he had taken. There were some of nature, of the city, of interesting things here and there and experimental pictures from odd angles. Most of the photographs were of people, however. Quinn could see all kinds of individuals, and among the later pictures he saw some of Parker and Will hanging out.

“I like having memories at hand like his,” Will continued with what could be described as a nostalgic smile. “It makes it easier to remember all the people I’ve met, whoever they might be. I guess you could me overly possessive. I’m scared of forgetting about things that meant a lot to me at some point in life.” Will gave Quinn a self-conscious smile and sighed. “I must sound like a creep or something. I apologize.” He went back to the desk to stash the camera away again.

“No.” Will turned around to see Quinn giving him quite a determined look. “You’re not creepy. I’m just… not very good at this.” Quinn sat down on the bed and crossed his feet, looking down at his toes. “I admire that dedication to make memories. It’s not something I have a lot of myself.” He smiled. “I mostly stay in my comfort zone, at the most talking to my friends and not much more. I don’t particularly like meeting new people or going out to party or whatever. All of that stuff scares me, so I think it’s quite amazing to keep doing something like you do, trying to remember all the people you meet and all the places you’ve been. Those are your memories, so you’re in the right to treasure them. Meanwhile, I’m just awkward, I guess.” He let out a weak laughter. “So maybe it would be best to try something like this out, so I could overcome my awkwardness.” Quinn looked up at Will who stood still at the other end of the room, gazing back at him.

Will stood quietly for a little while and then headed over to the closet. He slid the door to the side and pulled out a medium-sized cardboard box which he carefully moved over to the bed and set it down. “You know, if you’re not confident about me taking pictures of you, perhaps we could take this one step at a time. If you could be a different person for just a little while, you wouldn’t have to worry so much about being awkward.”

“If I could be a different person?” Quinn cocked his head, confused by Will’s words. Changing into someone else just like that isn’t possible.

Will opened the box and pulled out clothes. He lay them out on the bed thoughtfully, taking good care to keep them as crease-free as possible. Quinn’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but stare at the neatly placed articles of clothing next to him on the bed. A short navy blue skirt. Long black stockings, or socks perhaps. A white buttoned blouse with long sleeves and some kind of lighter blue sweater vest to go with the skirt. Quinn stood up and lifted the skirt, before turning to William.

“When,” Quinn started, swallowing. “When you mentioned me being a different person...”

“I meant you’d wear this, yes.” Will looked at Quinn, and then down at the clothes again. “My dad is a designer and my older sister is a make-up artist in the theatre world, so I’ve learned a bit of this and that over the years.” He smiled warmly at Quinn, his hazel eyes showing no deceit. “I think a total makeover like this might help you overcome your social anxiety, or at least be a step on the way.”

Quinn stood quietly and looked at Will. If there had been even a sliver of dishonesty in the other man’s voice, he would have definitely backed away. However, Quinn couldn’t detect anything of the sort, instead considering William’s words. After thinking for a good minute, he finally took a deep breath and nodded. “As long as you don’t think I’m weird…”

Will’s eyes lit up and he shook his head. “Of course not! I was the one who suggested it, after all. I’ll leave the room so you can change in peace.” With that said, he made his way to the doorway and closed the door behind him, leaving Quinn alone in his bedroom. When he realized this was the case, he could once again feel his heartbeat along with the butterflies in his stomach. He was nervous, he was a bit afraid, but he was also excited. Excited about becoming somebody different, if only for a little while. He had never been very popular or even strived to be. He was quite average in a lot of ways, not an underachiever but certainly no grade A student either, and this way of life had always been a bit underwhelming, even though he didn’t dislike it. He had his friends who he enjoyed spending time with, he had his family and he had some pastimes he had fun with too.

These things only served to shield him from the rest of life, however, and they never truly encouraged him to move beyond what he was comfortable with and to live life a bit differently. While he enjoyed life as it was, when these realizations struck him he often fell into a light depression, feeling as if he really wasn’t heading anywhere. Will had presented to him a chance to take a step towards somewhere, wherever that would be, and Quinn felt he had to take it. Either way:

This was still embarrassing.

Quinn didn’t know where to start. He decided to take off his top: just a regular, rather baggy hoodie. It was comfortable to wear, but perhaps not the most fashionable of items. He lay it down on the bed next to the other set of clothes before he continued stripping. The pants were next to go, followed by his socks. He grabbed the skirt with trembling hands and prepared to step inside it when he noticed something between the socks: a pair of panties. He swallowed and blushed, putting the skirt back down before making his way to the door and knocking carefully. “Uhm, Will…”

After a few moments came the reply: “Yes, Quinn?”

“Am I…” He could hear how shaky his voice was. “Am I supposed to wear the p… panties too?”

“If you want to. It’s up to you though, so don’t sweat it if it’s too much for you.”

Quinn turned back and walked over to the bed. He stared at the panties and shivered. Then, slowly, he pulled his shorts down as well, leaving him completely nude. That wouldn’t be a problem if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew Will was right outside and could barge in at any point. Quinn quickly grabbed the panties and pulled them up his slender, almost hairless legs. At least it was good he had inherited those genes from his mother’s side. It would certainly make his legs look a bit more convincing at least. Once the panties were in place around his waist, the bulge that formed in them looked quite a bit more prominent than in the more loose-fitting shorts. It embarrassed him to no end, so he proceeded to grab the skirt, stepped into it and pulled it up as well until it was sitting in place just above his waist. At least it concealed the bulge, although wearing a skirt to begin with didn’t exactly make him less conscious of himself.

I must look like some kind of pervert, he thought to himself, slipping his arms into the white blouse. He didn’t dislike the feeling of the soft fabrics against his skin, however, and once he had buttoned the blouse properly he twirled around, giggling softly to himself. He suddenly froze at the realization of what he was doing, and quickly sat down with his cheeks burning. The sweater vest came next, him simply pulling it over his head until it was sitting snugly on top of the blouse. Quinn turned to the long black socks and ran a finger along one of them. It felt just as soft as the rest of the clothes. He took one of them and carefully slid his toes into the opening. Then he slid it up his leg, adjusting it where needed, until it reached to his mid-thigh. He had never worn a sock that long before, but his leg felt really soft through it. Maybe crossdressing was something he could actually enjoy if all the clothes felt so nice to wear. He put on the second sock the same way as the first one, at which point he felt he was ready.

Quinn stood up from the bed and walked around the room a few times to get a feel for the new clothes properly. The skirt made walking quite breezy for his legs, something which he didn’t mind at all. It made a nice sound as he moved about and he also liked the way it looked from his point of view. He was really curious, and a bit afraid, of how he looked from somebody else’s point of view, however. Quinn found himself standing in front of the door as if it led to some sort of final boss or something. In a way, he thought, it was. That door was the only thing left between him and a possible new chapter of his life. He lifted a trembling hand and knocked on the door once again.

Re: A New Experience [M/M]

Postby Pazue » Tue May 10, 2016 8:57 am

Time for parts 5 and 6.

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Part 5

Quinn felt more embarrassment than he thought he had ever felt before arms crossed in front of him and legs pressed together as if it’d help him protect his dignity. He had never thought it was going to be so soul-crushingly difficult to stand before Will, feeling his eyes move up and down along the shorter boy’s feminine figure. Quinn shut his eyes and waited for the verdict, his mind filled with all kinds of thoughts, not in the least those of insecurity and fear. He gasped as he felt a finger below his chin, gently lifting his face up. He opened his eyes hesitantly before they shot open almost by themselves. His arms untwined from each other as he stood there, staring at the other man.

William was giving him that warm smile that Quinn had seen before on several occasions. He didn’t look disgusted or amused or anything like that. Rather, he looked happy with what he saw. His hand gently switched position to one where it cupped Quinn’s cheek.

“You look positively adorable,” he said, beaming. “However…” Will retracted his arm and walked over to a set of drawers in the living room. Quinn curiously followed him, his heart pounding and his whole stomach filled with warmth after the compliment. He had secretly hoped to hear something like that, but he had never expected that word in particular. Adorable? He had never seen himself as that, even though it was true that he looked less masculine than most other guys his age. People had never treated him as anything special in that regard, except for his own parents of course. He saw Will produce some kind of box from the lowest drawer and turned around, presenting it to Quinn. He opened it up so Quinn could see what was inside.

The small box was filled with make-up tools. The crossdressing boy stood staring at them frozen. Then he slowly shifted his eyes up towards Will’s face and saw that same smile from before. He still couldn’t sense any ill will from his friend which made him feel less insecure about what he was presented with.

“As I said, you look really cute,” William said. “But in order to become another person entirely, you’ll need to transform not only your wardrobe, but your own appearance as well.” He gave Quinn a half-embarrassed, half-joyful expression, furrowing his brows as he smiled still, reminiscing. “My sister taught me a bit about these things whether I wanted to or not when we were both younger. She was quite amazing even back then, having a set goal in mind.” Will walked over to a chair. “I’d like to help you with this last step towards becoming someone different, if you’re fine with that.”

Quinn thought to himself as he looked down at his flat chest, the skirt below and his sock-clad feet. From his point of view it looked quite girly, but he hadn’t seen his face. If it had the same appearance as usual, then he probably wouldn’t look very pretty at all. In the middle of those thoughts he caught himself, shaking his head and slapping his cheeks which were deep red in color at this point. It was so embarrassing, actually having a desire to look pretty. And yet, at this moment, he wanted to go through with it. With eyes fixated at the floor he slowly shuffled over to the chair and sat down.

“Don’t worry, Quinn,” came Will’s voice from above. “Just relax and do as I say, and everything will be just fine.” William started working on Quinn’s face expertly, applying the make-up to it. He focused on the whole face to begin with, then went into detail around Quinn’s eyes and lips in particular. It was an entirely new experience to Quinn, but he didn’t dislike it. Being pampered like this was something he could get used to, even though it was scary having another person stick things so close to his eyes. Regardless, eventually Will leaned back with a grunt of satisfaction and closed the small box after having put away all the little and – Quinn had to admit – very soft brushes. It was put back in the drawer and Will returned to Quinn to offer him his hand. Nervously, Quinn reached out in return and took his friend’s hand, standing up in the process. Without a word he was led to the entrance corridor where there was a full-length mirror.

He couldn’t quite believe what he saw. He didn’t recognize himself anymore; the person reflected in the mirror looked like it could be his sister or something. A twin, perhaps. But not him, not anymore. And yet it mimicked everything he did, and behind it stood Will. Quinn turned around and faced the taller man, grasping his hand again.

“I… I can’t believe that is me.” He stared at William, speaking with a piercing voice. “Is it really me? Is that person in the mirror actually… myself?”

Will looked surprised at the intensity of both Quinn’s words and eyes. Then he gently let a hand stroke the boy’s soft hair, giving him a reassuring smile and nod. “Of course it is. That’s you in the mirror, Quinn. You have a lot of beauty both inside and outside, and I just wanted to bring that out so you could see some of it yourself.” Will gently embraced Quinn again. “Unfortunately that means I can’t help myself from wanting you in my arms.”

Quinn blushed, but at the same time he felt a smile spreading across his face. Something felt so right about being in Will’s warm, comforting embrace and he didn’t want it to stop. Having seen himself like that threw him off, but it also made him feel different in a good way. More confident, in a sense. He rested his head against a wide chest and closed his eyes, wishing for the moment to be everlasting. To Quinn’s surprise, however, he was suddenly lifted up, one arm beneath his knees and the other supporting his upper back. He opened his eyes again and saw that he was carried by William back through the living room and into the bedroom. There, he was let down on the bed before Will crawled in beside him, an arm holding him close.

“If you want me to stop, just say so,” William said to him softly. Quinn just shook his head and gave him a warm smile in return. There was no way he wanted this to stop, not now. Instead, he cuddled up to Will until their noses touched and he gazed into his friend’s eyes. They were more beautiful when studied from this close a distance and he felt like he could drown in them if he stared for too long. His own blue eyes sparkled as his heart kept beating steadily inside him, and he let one hand gently stroke along the chest of Will.

Then, before he had time to fully comprehend the situation, Will locked lips with him. He had never kissed anyone before in his life, apart from his parents when he was young. This was something completely different though. It was soft and nice and it even tasted kind of sweet, reminding him of summer and flowers and fresh fruits. He let one of his legs slide up along the side of Will’s, rubbing them together gently through Quinn’s socks and Will’s pants. At the same time, he could feel the arm embracing him pull him closer and stroking his small back. It was all quite overwhelming but in the best way possible, and Quinn couldn’t help but love every moment of it. This was even better than the hug from earlier and the photo shoot had completely disappeared from his mind. It seemed like that was the case for William as well, him obviously enjoying the session just as much as Quinn did.

Despite how wonderful of an experience it was, the kiss had to end eventually. Quinn felt disappointed that it stopped but at the same time thoroughly fulfilled. He had never thought he was interested in men before today, and yet this was completely right in every way. He felt a strong bond to the handsome William next to him, and it was almost like he wanted to belong to his friend more than anything. Quinn lifted a hand and let it caress Will’s cheek before he took a deep breath and spoke.

“Will, I… I would like more of that.” It sounded selfish, but he didn’t know how to better express himself. “I want to… to have more fun with you like this. I want to be yours, if you want to be mine as well.” He couldn’t believe he actually said that. When his own words sunk into his mind he pushed his face against Will’s chest, blushing furiously from how embarrassed he was. He really said that he wanted to belong to Will, he really did it. It was too late to back out now, even if it had just been a spur of the moment. He was quivering against the other man, almost breaking into tears from how quiet it had gotten. Had he screwed everything up? Had he made all of this be for nothing? He heard William’s beating in his chest, at a steady but rather quick rhythm. And there was the soft breathing as well, Quinn clearly feeling the warm exhaled air against his scalp. After what felt like an eternity of silence, William finally replied.

“Quinn,” he said, his voice as smooth as ever. “Please be mine.”

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Part 6

Will sat up on the bed and looked down upon his companion, smiling as if he had won the lottery or something. He reached down and pressed down gently on Quinn’s nose before he rose to his feet, stretching a bit. Quinn had, of course wholeheartedly agreed to belong to Will in the heat of the moment, and he was almost panting with excitement as he lay on the other man’s soft bed. He was crossdressing, his face dressed up just enough with make up to bring out his femininity and he was filled with passion. That last part was especially evident in his loins as he had a hard time concealing his erection.

“I’ll be right back,” Will said with a playfully sly expression. “Stay right there until I return.” With that said, he left the room and Quinn was on his own, staring up at the ceiling. He could hear Will rummage around in the living room, apparently looking for something or other. Quinn didn’t really care all that much about whatever that was right now. All he knew was that he wanted more of William, more of his voice, more of his smile, more of his warmth. He pictured himself as some kind of love-stricken maiden waiting for her knight to return and pour over her his love. His mind was then promptly filled with images of himself as some kind of housewife waiting for her husband to…

He stopped himself there, feeling the heat in his entire body rise at how wholly embarrassed and ashamed he was. He was a boy, he couldn’t have thoughts like that. Perhaps it was the clothes that did this to him? Or maybe Will had this kind of effect on him? Quinn had always been naturally a bit more submissive and reclusive due to how introverted he was, so it might have even been his own personality causing these emotions to be brought to the surface. He didn’t have much more time to think about these things before Will entered the room again, holding something behind his back and out of Quinn’s vision. If anything, that made the petite boy very curious.

“Will?” he carefully prodded, nodding at whatever his friend held behind his back. He only got a smile and a slight shake of the head in return as William slowly straddled Quinn on the bed. The two locked lips once again and Quinn felt like his body melted beneath his more dominant partner, forgetting everything around him. He was gently pulled up into a sitting position and Will grasped one of his thin wrists, bringing it behind his back. The other soon followed.

Click. Click.

Quinn’s eyes suddenly widened as he felt cold metal around his wrists. He attempted to bring them apart but it was no use. Will had cuffed his hands together behind his back! Quinn stirred nervously, whimpering softly against the stronger man’s lips. Will pulled away, breaking the kiss.

“Gotcha,” he said with a triumphant, mischievous grin.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Quinn’s lower lip quivered and he kept pulling at the cuffs and chain holding his hands together. Was he getting kidnapped? What was the deal with the cuffs? They weren’t very comfortable and he felt a lot more exposed with them keeping his hands out of the way. In response to his question, William simply let his hands slide up along Quinn’s sides, to his shoulders and further along his neck to his cheeks. He caressed his lips and then brought his hands back down over Quinn’s flat chest, his stomach and let them rest on his thighs. During this whole, seamless motion, Quinn was breathing heavier than before, straining against the cuffs and pulling back ever so slightly. It felt wrong when he was bound like this, but at the same time the cuffs added to his excitement. He was incredibly nervous and wondered what Will would do next.

He yelped as his thighs were squeezed and kneaded through the soft fabric of the socks, causing the feminine boy to squirm on the bed. His member was now fully erect, but thankfully the folds of the skirt served to hide this fact from Will. Or so Quinn hoped at least. At least he thought that was what he hoped: with his body in an uproar of conflicting emotions and his head spinning with fleeting thoughts it was hard to distinguish what he desired, what his upbringing had taught him to be correct and what he himself thought was right. Will was masterfully messing with his head, whether that was his intention or not.

Then, as Quinn thought he would burst with all these feelings, Will’s groping assault on his thighs stopped and he instead pulled out a few scarves from behind his back. One of them he quickly formed into a tight ball which he moved up to Quinn’s lips. Will looked straight at him, his striking hazel eyes impossible to look away from. Quinn barely registered how his jaw was gently coaxed down, parting his soft lips and leaving his mouth wide open. The ball of cloth was slowly guided into his mouth, and it was at this time that he came back to reality, feeling his mouth suddenly filled by stuffing which kept his tongue pressed against the base of his mouth. Quinn tried to spit the foreign object out, but Will was too quick. The second scarf was pulled between his teeth and tied in place behind his head and under his hair, trapping the first one in and effectively muffling him.

“Mmmph!” was all Quinn could say now, his struggles resuming as he grew more desperate. Will had him trapped, and with the gag in his mouth there was no way he could call for help or anything. Will was smiling at Quinn with the same satisfaction as after having finished an honest day’s work. His smile soon faded, however, as he saw tears forming in the smaller boy’s big eyes. Will pulled Quinn into a warm embrace, kissing him gently on the cheek.

“I’m sorry Quinn,” he half-whispered in his friend’s ear. Quinn sat there, sniffing and whimpering for a while, eventually calming down again. At this point, Will spoke again. “Do you want me to let you go?” Quinn sat almost motionless with his head resting on William’s broad shoulder, his gagged lips almost touching the taller man’s neck. He thought about where he was, how he felt about it. A part of him screamed to be let go so he could run away from there and never return. It was coupled with a heavy uneasiness he felt at the pit of his stomach. That wasn’t all there was, however. He also felt like he wanted to explore more of what Will had to offer, and of the feelings of attractiveness he harbored for the latter. If he left now, he knew it would be all over. He wouldn’t be able to talk to Will anymore, not in real life and not online. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want that at all.

“Mm-mmhn,” he mumbled into his gag and pressed his lips against Will’s neck. As nerve-wracking as it was, he wanted to continue this game of theirs. He wanted to experience this new side of himself more than he wanted to run away.

Re: A New Experience [M/M]

Postby Nicktie » Tue May 10, 2016 4:01 pm

Wow. This is incredible. Wonderfully written, and I find myself right there with them. Incredible story!

Re: A New Experience [M/M]

Postby Pazue » Wed May 11, 2016 9:07 am

I'm very happy to hear you enjoy the story! I was nervous it would be badly written, but as long as people enjoy it that's the most important part. I'll now post the last two parts of it. I hope you'll like the conclusion as well.

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Part 7

The two shared a multitude of kisses as their sensual mating ritual continued on top of the sheets. Muffled squeals escaped Quinn’s mouth as he bit down on the scarf cleaving the stuffing inside his mouth. Will’s hands kept exploring the boy’s petite form, focusing on the spots where he could get the most moans out of his playmate. Quinn’s nipples and inner thighs were especially teased and he ended up tensing up and arching his back in response to Will’s relentless advances. Of course, the more Quinn reacted, the more Will was encouraged to keep playing with him. At the end of their session, Quinn found himself squirming weakly on the bed, facing up towards the ceiling and breathing quite heavily, having worked up a bit of a sweat. His skirt had been pulled up to reveal the healthy bulge in his underwear and both the sweater vest and white shirt were resting above his chest, revealing his sensitive nipples.

This wasn’t all, however. Will hadn’t only teased Quinn’s body – as if that hadn’t been enough – but also restrained the effeminate boy further. Ropes held his legs tightly together at the ankles and above the knees, and his upper arms had been trapped to his sides with another length of cord. Will had also made sure to frame his chest with this piece of rope, having tied it both below and above his nipples. Being bound so tightly had only made it harder for Quinn to focus on anything but the constant teasing of his body, and now he was completely at William’s mercy. Right at that moment, he couldn’t be happier. He blinked as his handsome friend slowly and with an almost pained expression removed himself from Quinn, standing up at the side of the bed and watching the rather hot and bothered boy.

Will himself looked rather keen as well, having removed his shirt completely and exposing his chiseled upper body. He looked even sexier like this, Quinn thought to himself as his eyes wandered over Will’s figure. He clearly noticed the bulge in the man’s pants as well, something he felt more proud than embarrassed about at this point. If he could make his partner that excited he knew he had done a good job in a way. Even though he couldn’t really do much per se, bound and gagged as he was. Will gave him a warm smile and a wink before turning to the bedside table. He rummaged around in the uppermost drawer and produced a small bottle, which he inspected before nodding to himself. He then showed the label to Quinn: personal lubricant. At first, Quinn furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side, not quite forming the big picture in his head at first. Then, the image of William’s erection trapped in his pants flashed before him in his mind, and he instantly knew what was going to happen. He swallowed and stared up at Will.

“Hmmphh… mmmh?” Quinn gave the other man a concerned look, not quite sure if he was ready for something like that. Will leaned in close to him, however, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Don’t worry, Quinn. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

The petite boy was inclined to believe his words, knowing there was no way Will would force himself upon him. Besides, that smile was enough to put the worrisome Quinn at ease. The bottle was popped open, but just as Will was about to apply some of the stuff inside to his fingers, there was a sudden jingle coming from the computer. They both turned to look at it as the screen lit up. Quinn recognized what was on the screen: the chat program he had spent hours upon hours using from the safety of his own apartment. He suddenly realized how strange it was for him to lie there on William’s bed, half-naked and in tight bondage while his friend was preparing to enter him. That awkwardness was mirrored in Will’s stance. He walked over to the screen and read the messages. He stood there hunched over the desk for a few moments. Then, without facing Quinn, he spoke.

“You know, we could stop this at any time. If you’re not comfortable with continuing, I’ll let you go and we can go back to how it was before.”

Quinn gazed upon his body from behind. He was just as handsome from that angle, and despite the awkwardness in the air Quinn didn’t feel less attracted to Will and he definitely didn’t feel himself getting softer. Will turned to look his willing prisoner in the eye, himself still sporting quite an evident hard-on.

“Do you want to stop here?”

Quinn shook his head without hesitation. He had made up his mind and there was no way he could go back now. He still had a burning desire to belong to Will in some way, and if that meant allowing him to make love to him, then that was what Quinn wanted. Will’s concerned expression lightened up again and he straightened his back.

“Then I guess I’ll tell Parker I’m not available for a game tonight?” The tone in William’s voice was playful as he beamed at Quinn. The feminine boy blushed and nodded. They were going to play an entirely different game today, one he was both incredibly nervous and excited about. One that would shape their future relationship forever and that would unite them like nothing else could. At least that’s what he thought would happen: he didn’t have a lot of experience with sex, especially not first-hand. At the same time he was confident Will would be gentle with him and that he would never deliberately hurt him. After the message had been typed out, Will returned to the bed and sat down, applying some of the lubricant to his fingers. He rubbed it in to warm the viscous fluid up a bit and then slowly but surely moved Quinn’s legs up so he could have full access to his rear. With one hand, Will pulled the panties out of the way as well and then put a fingertip against Quinn’s tight behind.

“Hnnnghn!” Quinn grunted into the gag and curled up his toes as Will’s finger carefully slid inside him. It felt so unnatural, something invading his rear. As a reaction, he tensed up around the finger that had partly penetrated him, causing it to stop moving. He was breathing faster now, biting down on the cleave gag as he shut his eyes, regretting it all. But then he heard Will’s soothing voice.

“Shh, relax.” Quinn opened his eyes and looked up at Will. He was sitting there calmly, looking down at his ladylike friend with a comforting smile on his lips. “Don’t tighten up like that or it’ll hurt for you. Take it easy and it’ll feel much better, trust me.” Quinn’s breathing slowed down again, and he managed to relax his muscles again with a shiver. The finger continued prodding him, going deeper and occasionally stopping whenever he tensed up again. It eventually pushed against something, causing him to inadvertently moan.

“Mmphh!” Quinn arched his back again as it happened, unable to resist the sudden flash of intense pleasure. Will’s eyebrows rose for a moment before he showed a satisfied little smile. He pulled his finger out again, as slowly as before, and then pushed it in, this time together with a second one. This way, Will gradually loosened Quinn up while at the same time lubricating his tightness to prepare it for his erection. By the end of it, the dainty boy was as hard as ever and quite ready for the next step. He wasn’t worried about William making love to him anymore. If it was going to feel as good as the fingers had, then Quinn knew that he was going to enjoy it immensely. If Will was going to enjoy it, then all the better.

Will’s manhood stood proud once it was freed from its prison inside his pants. He looked at the boy lying on the bed in front of him and gently caressed himself. Quinn wanted to do the same, but with his hands hopelessly trapped behind his back, there was no way for him to do so. Instead, he could just pitifully watch his loving captor get ready to slide inside him. Will poured some lube in his one hand and proceeded to massage his penis again, thoroughly coating it in the liquid until he felt satisfied with the result. He wiped his hand off and then, to Quinn’s surprise, started untying his legs. The ropes came off soon enough, at which point Will moved in closer to his friend and soon-to-be lover, spreading his legs and wrapping them around his own waist. Quinn could feel Will’s erection grinding against him between his cheeks, teasing at his hole. The handsome man took his member by the root and guided it to prod against Quinn’s tightness while he held him by the hip with the other hand. Will sat there with an intense look in his eyes. He turned his gaze to meet Quinn’s.

“Are you ready?” he asked. After some hesitation, the boy nodded, wrapping his legs tighter around his friend’s waist.

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Part 8

“Hnnngh!”

The flashes of pain were a lot to endure during the penetration. Quinn winced and cried out, almost thankful for the gag muffling him. The penis was far bigger inside him than he had anticipated from seeing it before. Even after Will had prepared him for this it was still so hard not to tense up, and whenever he did he would squeeze the erection inside him which made it all the more painful. Still, his friend was patient with him and slowly and carefully made his way inside him, further and further, until there was a sudden intense pleasure. Quinn shuddered and let out a moan of delight with the pain no longer being quite as unbearable. He loosened up, allowing Will to quite effortlessly pull back out again. He left his head inside Quinn’s tight behind however, leaning forward to give him a hungry kiss on the lips.

Quinn returned the kiss eagerly, shutting his eyes as he pressed his quivering lips against those of his lover. The two lay still for a moment, simply kissing each other before Will pulled back, smiling. He held onto Quinn’s hips and thrust himself inside again, working his own hips to push himself to the boy’s sex zone. Quinn replied by moaning again, arching his back and grasping at the covers with his cuffed hands. It was too good. He had never felt anything close to this before; not even when he rubbed himself could he get such a level of pleasure. He opened his eyes again and looked up at Will. It looked like his partner was quite satisfied as well, grunting as he started thrusting more rapidly, falling into a steady pace. Beyond the delight of their love making, Quinn was also truly happy that he could make the handsome man on top of him feel this way.

The experience was brought to a new level when Will moved one of his hands to Quinn’s own penis, grasping it and stroking it up and down along the shaft to stimulate his captive further. Almost subconsciously, Quinn started moving his hips to thrust into William’s hand and his moans only grew louder and more passionate. His lover increased the pace at which he thrust inside him, showing he didn’t have very far to go before reaching his limit. The wild panting was another telltale sign he was getting ready to shoot his load and at that moment there was nothing Quinn wanted more than to feel the warmth of Will’s seed. His eyes widened as he stared up at the lovely knight mounting him, begging for him to give him everything he had. Will responded by practically pounding his member inside Quinn, causing the boy to yelp.

Then it came. He came. Will’s penis started twitching beyond his control during the last few thrusts, and within a few moments he spilled into Quinn’s tightness, pumping him full with thick, white juice. Quinn was overwhelmed, crying out and biting down hard on the scarf between his teeth, his own penis at its limit. He came just as Will had seconds before him, his own white stuff covering part of the bed, Will’s hand and even some of himself. That didn’t matter though, not at all. After that, he felt more satisfied than he had ever felt before, breathing heavily through his nose and leaning back, finally allowing his body to rest. He close his eyes and could feel Will slide his own manhood out before collapsing beside him on the bed, embracing him. Quinn dozed off a few times after that, between which he squirmed closer to his lover for some well-deserved cuddling. He felt nothing but love and adoration for Will now, and he wanted to belong to the man even more than before.

An hour later, the two had moved over to the couch in the living room, watching a rerun of some old series. Quinn had been freed from his bondage and was now happily resting his head on Will’s shoulder, smiling and rubbing the taller man’s chest. Will turned to look him in the eyes, smiling as well.

“Maybe this is kind of a silly question at this point,” he said, a slightly embarrassed look on his charming face. “But would you like to be my boyfriend, Quinn?”

Quinn blushed and lifted his face again, looking down at his feet. He adjusted the skirt a bit and put both his hands on his lap. He thought for a moment and then smiled to himself as he turned to face Will again.

“No.”

Will blinked, nervousness apparent in his eyes. Quinn felt quite sorry for him, but he felt that teasing his lover for just a short while wasn’t the end of the world. Besides, after all the surprises and the advances from earlier, Will probably deserved to get something back. Before too long, however, Quinn’s smile softened and he gazed lovingly into William’s eyes as he slid over onto his lap.

“I think for the moment, I’d rather be your girlfriend for a while longer.”

Quinn leaned in and kissed Will gently on the lips, soon feeling a warm embrace surround him as he imagined everything that awaited him in the future.

END

Re: A New Experience [M/M] - [finished]

Postby Bondwriter » Wed May 11, 2016 11:17 am

Great writing for an enticing story. Top notch smut!

Re: A New Experience [M/M] - [finished]

Postby Pazue » Thu May 12, 2016 6:37 am

Bondwriter wrote:Great writing for an enticing story. Top notch smut!


Hearing this from you makes me quite happy since I've enjoyed reading some of your stories before I decided to write this one. So thank you.

Re: A New Experience [M/M] - [finished]

Postby Bondwriter » Fri May 13, 2016 4:29 am

I'm flattered. I hope more people feel like putting their shoulder to the wheel to provide great m/m tugs fiction.

Re: A New Experience [M/M] - [finished]

Postby tyman » Fri May 13, 2016 6:40 pm

Awesome job!!

Re: A New Experience [M/M] - [finished]

Postby Nicktie » Mon May 16, 2016 3:30 pm

Wow, nicely done!