## Are you moaning?

Post by HandgagAzBoy1 » Thu May 16, 2013 9:22 am

(this is a continuation of an old story on here, but don't worry. I explain enough so that you won't miss anything)
Lightning cracked the clouds open with a blinding flash of light and a loud bang, causing me to jump, startled. The rain came down in heavy sheets and the street was already submerged in rushing, brown water. In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea to go on a walk in the middle of the Arizona monsoon season. The clouds had looked docile enough when I first started, but now they were menacing. The sky groaned with thunder. The wind sprayed the heavy rain in my face, blinding me. I needed to get home. But home was miles away. A wave of murky water crested over the sidewalk and soaked me completely as a car zipped by. It came to a halt and the drive quickly got out.
"I'm so sorry!" he called over the wind. "I didn't see you there..." I recognized the voice. And then, suddenly, I recognized him.
"Brent?!" I shouted.
"Terry?!" Brent said. "Oh my God, Terry! What are you doing out here?!"
"I was going for a walk," I shrugged, smiling. My wet strands of hair whipped in the wind and I could see big drops of water spraying off of me.
Brent was getting soaked. His brown t-shirt was being pressed against his huge chest by both wind and rain. I couldn't help but think of our last encounter. Brent and I had known each other for years and he frequently tied me up with our mutual friend Jerek. But after Jerek went to college and I moved out of my parents house, we rarely saw each other. The last time I saw him, I was tied spread-eagle to his bed and he kissed me for the first time. I'm pretty sure I'm not really gay, as I've never been able to get off thinking about penis or man ass. But I certainly enjoyed being kissed by Brent. His lips were full, but not huge. Soft, but not airy. His jawline, his scruff, his small nose, baby face, eh. It was all nice, I suppose.
"You're such a weirdo," he said. "Come on, lemme take you home."
"I don't want to get your car all wet," I protested.
"Like I'm going to let you walk home in this weather," he laughed. "Get in the car."
Reluctantly, but happily, I obeyed. The wind and rain was starting to chill me and I needed shelter. I opened the door and looked at the leather seats.
"I can't get this wet," I protested.
"Then take off your clothes. It ain't like you have something I've never seen," he smirked, climbing into the car. I blushed. My face burned red. He had never seen my crotch. At least not without the shield of boxer-briefs over it. Lightning split the sky and sent a boom down through the air. I jumped, surprised again.
"Hurry up! You're getting rain in here!" Brent called. He was smiling, almost eager. Finally, I shrugged. If he was going to look, that's his own fault. I looked around to make sure there were no other people or cars and then pulled my pants off. Then I tugged my shirt over my head. My dog tag necklace flopped against my bare chest. I rolled the two of them up and set them on the floor of the car and then climbed in. He wasn't going to see my crotch. Not yet, anyway. I closed the door and looked up at him with a smile. I was dripping wet. He shook his head, still grinning like a dork. He reached behind me. I could feel his warmth, he as so close.
"Here," he said, handing me a towel.
"Take off your underwear. I don't want it ruining my seat," he said. I wrapped the towel around me then pulled my underwear off with expert grace. And by grace, I mean it couldn't have been more clumsy. Brent just laughed and started driving.
As we drove, he explained that he was in the neighborhood visiting a friend. I jokingly accused him of stalking me. He shrugged. As we laughed and made small talk, I started to feel a cold chill working its way deep into my chest. I began to shiver. Brent frowned at that.
"We've gotta get you inside," he said.
"My apartment is just up ahead," I said, pointing a shaking hand towards my complex. We pulled in. I reached down to grab my clothes, but Brent beat me too it, stretching his long, muscular arm down and grabbing the bundle with one, meaty hand. I looked at him, but he offered no explanation. He motioned for me to get out of his car. We both jumped out and closed the doors behind us. Then we ran towards the stairwell under a balcony. Even the stairs were wet. We raced up the stairs, the wind bit at my skin with its chill. We got to my door.
"I need my keys. They're in my pocket," I said. Brent fished them out and we quickly ran inside. I felt even colder when I walked in. My roommates had left the air conditioning running. I shivered like crazy and quickly made my way down the hall, through the kitchen, and into my room. It was a mess. Dirty clothes and books and papers were scattered all over the place. A bowl of half-eaten popcorn rested on the nightstand by my king-sized bed. I was so cold that I scarcely realized that Brent was following me. I spun around back towards the entrance of my room to find the door was already closed. Brent dropped my clothes on the floor and took off his shirt. My eyes widened, my faced burned red. What was he doing? Next came his pants. This was new. I've never seen him without pants before. He wore a pair of yellow boxers that left little to the imagination. I found myself pitching a tent under the towel. Whoa. I really must be gay.
"What'cha lookin' at?" he smirked. I attempted to turn around, but he put his huge hands on my shoulders. "You're shaking. You feel like you're made of ice."
"I'm pretty cold," I said quickly, hoping he would let go so I could put something on that would better hide my fast-approaching hard-on. He pulled me in close, wrapped his arms around me, pressed me into his firm, muscular chest. I was bright red. He rested his chin on my head.
"Well?" he said. "You gonna hug me back or...?" I made a startled jump and hugged him back. His body was so warm. I shivered in his arms. We stayed that way for a few minutes until the shivering from cold was replaced by shaking from nervous delight. He finally pulled away, but kept his hands on my shoulders. I was positive my face was still as red as a cherry. He laughed and shoved me. I stumbled back and tripped over some clothes. I felt a wave of panic overtake me as I plummeted, only to find myself caught by my bed. Wow. I had completely forgotten where it was. This guy must have some affect on me. Before I could sit up, he came and straddled me. He grabbed my wrists and pressed them into the bed. His face was now right over mine.
"You're still wearing the dog tag I made for you," he smiled. I smiled back, resisting the urge to bit my lip. He stared at me for a moment. "When do your roommates get back?"
"They're both working until about nine today," I said, excitement boiling up. "I don't have any rope or--"
Suddenly, Brent pressed his lips against mine. I gasped, my body stiffened in surprise. He kissed me. A deep, real, passionate kiss. After a moment, I relaxed, my eyes closed. I felt the erotic energy Brent was emitting. I heard a moan escape my mouth and fill his. He pulled off of me.
"Are you moaning?" he mocked. I blushed and looked away.
"Sorry I- mmmmph!" Brent cupped a hand over my mouth, holding my wrists with his other hand. He grinned down at me.
"What were you saying?"
"Nmmmph! Mmmmph-mmph!" I moaned into his big hand. He laughed at me.
"Trust me, Terry Bear," Brent said. "I don't need rope."
My eyes widened. He took his hand off my mouth and grabbed the towel around my waist. I gasped. He grinned. Then he pulled my towel off in one quick swoop.

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Post by fratboydanny » Thu May 16, 2013 11:47 am

HOT

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Post by mikeybound » Thu May 16, 2013 5:24 pm

I want this to happen to me.

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Post by mikeybound » Thu May 16, 2013 5:24 pm

I want this to happen to me. Could you link the first bit?

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Post by Ossassin » Thu May 16, 2013 11:52 pm

This sounds ever so fun (Oh if wishes could come true)
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

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Post by NemesisPrime » Fri May 17, 2013 8:21 am

This is so hot, I wish it would happen to me!
I'm getting shivers just thinking about it.
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

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Post by Nicktie » Fri May 17, 2013 9:35 pm

Wow, very nice story...I felt like I was there. Please continue!

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Post by tiednw » Thu May 23, 2013 1:38 am

This is so hot!

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Post by bondageboy04 » Thu May 23, 2013 2:54 am

awesome story so far man! keep it up
love tape gags, love feet, love struggling!

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Post by mikeybound » Wed Sep 25, 2013 2:25 pm

Please don't stop. You're very talented.