Just about every week, for a few months, I started going to Remingtons, over on Capitol Hill, usually on those evenings when they offered free line dance lessons. I was pretty much a crappy dancer, but I went with friends who danced while I checked out the men, or occasionally did a turn around the floor in a clumsy two-step. (But I am a good waltzer, did I say?)
Once or twice previously I had noticed a tall, slim guy with big round eyes, a close-cut beard, and a pretty smile whom everyone including me thought was totally adorable (and a fireman, but I don’t think he was). Unknown to me, and quite flattering, was that Tall Slim had also noticed me.
Several weeks later I happened to run into Tall Slim again, this time at the DC Eagle. We remarked that we’d seen each other at Remingtons, which struck me as rather romantic.
He introduced himself as Oliver.
Oliver and I chatted a bit and exchanged email addresses but didn’t spend much time together at the Eagle that evening. We traded emails a lot over the next couple of weeks until I invited him over for dinner, which was merely an excuse to get together to have sex. I think we both knew it.
We sat on the couch after a dinner of my mom’s baked chicken, and I was struck again by how gorgeous Oliver was with his big, beautiful eyes. We kissed a few times. I paused during whatever we were talking about, took Oliver’s hand, and led him to the bedroom.
In our previous emails we had talked a little about what we liked for sex. It turned out, to my great interest, that Oliver was into bondage: tying guys up or being tied up as a form of erotic sex play. I had been increasingly interested in this, too, having spontaneously played a little tie-up way back with Brad Sir and more recently with Peter.
I was aware that tie-up shouldn’t be done carelessly but is used thoughtfully to enhance erotic feelings (even just simply tying a partner’s hands behind his back with a bandana can be very sexy). From what Oliver described in his emails, it was clear he was experienced and played safe.
So as Oliver and I headed to my bedroom, we talked about who would tie up whom, and we decided that I would be the one to get tied up. So, I stripped to my shorts as Oliver watched, silently, still fully clothed. I felt very exposed as I removed my clothes under his gaze, knowing that was part of it. I laid down and he tied my wrists to either corner at the head of the bed (with ropes I had attached there a few days earlier, you know, just in case), leaving my legs free. He blindfolded me with my bandana and the room got quiet.
I felt him sit down on the bed next to me and waited. I knew he had some experience with bondage play but I really didn’t know what to expect. Lying there blindfolded and naked but for my boxers and him still fully clothed greatly heightened my sense of being exposed and vulnerable and I quickly got an erection.
After a few moments of nothing, I felt his hand begin slowly moving up my leg, not touching the skin, but just grazing the hair. He ran his hand lightly over my crotch and down my other leg, still slowly touching only the hair, then returned up the inside of my thigh and down the other thigh.
He paused as if to admire his handiwork, then grasped the lower edge of my shorts and tugged. I lifted my hips as he tugged my shorts off, the last vestige of my (don’t laugh) modesty. I laid there completely naked as he finished the job by tying my ankles to the corners at the foot of the bed, leaving me spread-eagled, my eager dick at full, erect attention.
Oliver returned to lightly skimming his hands over the hair on my stomach, chest, armpits, and beard. He alternated that with lightly brushing his fingertips against my skin, swirling around on my chest and legs and balls. It was never enough to tickle but enough to leave me wanting very much to be touched more, and firmly. He was very good.
I noticed also that he was avoiding touching my cock altogether, which felt like it had had gotten soft again. Oliver got up off the bed once or twice to take off some clothing, and I thought (blindfolded, remember) about this naked man leaning over me while I was tied, how he would be able to satisfy his own stiff cock while forcing me to endure the frustration of mine. I could feel the warmth of his body near mine as he moved.
Along with anticipating the ropes for the bed, I had guessed at a few other things we might want to use. I had picked up some lube for us to jerk off with, also a couple of clothespins I found in the basement. Not needing any explanation, he clipped those on my nipples, only to remove them after several long minutes before flicking and rubbing my sensitized nipples, I’m sure, just to make me wince.
In the meantime, my cock had again grown stiff and demanding, but it happened so gradually that I had hardly noticed until I felt a cool strand of my pre-cum land on my stomach. I was starting to feel like I needed to cum very much and told Oliver, but he only paused and said gently that it was too bad, and I was just going to have to wait. To torment me further, he traced a fingertip over my balls and tickled his way up the length of my dick, making it jump up.
Then he got more active, burying his face in my crotch, his tongue burrowing into my groin and lightly licking my cock. He sat astride me and leaned forward, licking his way up my stomach, across my chest and in my armpits, which made me giggle and pull against the ropes. He was very good.
I felt Oliver clamber over me and straddle my hips, not holding back but now running his hands firmly around my chest and shoulders and armpits, his dick bumping against mine. By now I wanted even more to cum, if that was possible. I asked him again to please let me cum, though I was half-afraid asking would only make him deny me longer. He didn’t speak but I heard him pick up the tube of lube and then felt a cold glop land on my hot, stiff cock.
Without warning, he grasped my cock firmly, spread the lube, and stroked me tightly, hard and fast. I gasped and moaned with the sudden rush of pleasure. Just as suddenly, he let go, making me wait while he rubbed his own cock. After lightly touching my cock once or twice, just to tease me, he started masturbating our cocks together in one hand.
I heard Oliver gasp, and it took me too only another stroke for me to cum, which gushed out of me onto my stomach in a huge puddle, mixing with Oliver’s hot load. I laid there, my orgasm still pulsing, having the odd feeling of having been both permitted and forced to cum. Totally controlled. Wicked. When I was through, Oliver tortured me for a moment by stroking my post-orgasm cock, making me gasp and beg him to please, please, stop. (My post-cum cock is incredibly sensitive, did I say?)
After a few minutes more of lying on top of me and finger-painting on my stomach with our cums, he untied me and rubbed my tired arms and legs to get the blood flowing again. We went into the bathroom and showered off, and I asked him if he wanted to sleep over. He said he couldn’t and got dressed and left.
We played again twice more. I tied him to my bed and did to him pretty much what he had done to me, with the blindfold and the body-hair skimming. I also tickled his toes which I found out later he hadn’t liked at all. After that I went out to his house, and he tied me ass-up on his weight bench and spanked me a lot before making me cum.
I ran into Oliver every so often after that. Even though he was friendly, he seemed to have lost interest in me as a play partner and we didn’t get together again. However, I remembered his technique of just barely touching body hair and used that many times on lovers interested in trying tie-up.