Agony and Ecstasy
We finally arrived at my house. It was modest but suited me just fine, considering that I lived alone. What I really liked were the trees and tall shrubs surrounding it, blocking almost all view from the road.
I opened the front door and invited him in. The living room was nothing much—just a couch, a couple of chairs, a TV and a stereo. Off to one side was the kitchen, and on the other side a hallway. I guided him down the hallway where he noticed a closed door on the right labeled “Private.” He asked, “What’s in there?” and I told him, “Just some things I have to help keep me entertained. Nothing you need to worry about, son.”
A little further down the hall on the left was the master bedroom. I had a nice king-sized bed with a big headboard and mirror. There were also mirrors on the ceiling. Yeah, it was a bit of a throwback, but hey, I liked to see all the action no matter where I was.
“Okay, stud. Here we are. You still want that cum I promised you?” He looked around the room, still a bit nervous and said, “Yeah.” I said, “Okay. First, I want you to go take a shower—I like my guys to be squeaky clean.”
I lead him to the master bathroom. Along with the standard stuff I had a nice full-sized shower, big enough for two and with two shower heads. “Okay, here you go. Get cleaned up.”
I hadn’t moved away from the doorway and he just stood there, blushing slightly and looking embarrassed. “You want some privacy?” I asked gently. He nodded.
“No problem.” I handed him a towel and told him to clean himself everywhere, including under his foreskin (if he had one, I didn’t know yet) and even between his butt cheeks. He blushed further, looked down a bit and nodded. “O-okay,” he said. God, he was so precious.
I closed the bathroom door and heard the shower come on. After almost ten minutes the water finally stopped. He must have really taken me seriously! A few minutes after that, he emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, his hair slightly wet and uncombed. He couldn’t have been more than 5’10” (he was short than I was, and I’m six feet tall) and maybe 150 pounds dripping wet. He had just the right amounts of muscle and body fat—a slight muscular definition mixed with some curves at his waist and a beautifully round ass. His skin was light, smooth and unblemished, just dying to be touched. Absolutely angelic.
I sat down on the bed and motioned him over. He came over and just stood there, not knowing what to do next. “Um, if you want this,” I told him, “you’re gonna have to lose the towel....”
Sheepishly, he pulled on the side of the towel and it dropped to the floor. I could now fully inspect my prize. His dick was about six inches long and circumcised, with a mild scar ring half-way down the shaft. It had a beautifully flared head with a nice plump red corona. His nipples were slightly puffy but without any fat behind them. He must have been a late bloomer—he had tufts of hair around penis which only went down the sides of his balls. He had no belly hair and only very light leg hair. In a word: perfection.
I sat him down on the bed and gently laid him back. He had a semi hard-on and was obviously still a bit nervous. I told him, “Just close your eyes. I think you’ll really enjoy this.” I took off my shirt and moved myself up to his shoulders, licking his body lightly as I went, stroking his arms and sides. I slowly moved my tongue down to his nipples and started licking and gently sucking on them. They quickly became hard as rocks. His penis got slightly harder and he started to moan softly.
I gradually worked my tongue down to his belly. I moved my hands to his nipples and stroked them with the lightest touch to keep them hard. I licked in and around his belly button for a while and then descended to his pubes. Finally, I parted his legs slightly so that I could lick and suck on the hairless bottom of his ball sac. He was now fully hard and starting to groan.
I moved his legs apart more, lifting them and bending them at the knee. This gave me direct access to his pink, hairless pucker. I licked in large circles around it, gradually getting closer and closer to the center. Reaching his cherry, I darted my tongue in and out, just putting the slightest pressure on it. He started writhing and leaking pre-cum.
I put the tip of my finger on his hole and rubbed it lightly. Meanwhile, I went back to just above his pubes and licked up the sweet drops of his pre-cum. It had been almost half an hour since I started working him over, and he probably couldn’t last much longer. Or could he?
His balls were tight but I knew I could keep him from cumming for a while longer. I licked up and down the sides of his dick, being careful to avoid the sensitive corona, head and the bit of frenulum that was still left. He started to thrust his hips into the air and grunt loudly. He wanted to cum pretty bad but I wouldn’t let him.
I grabbed both of his arms and held them down at his sides. I laid down on top of his body, his throbbing dick right up against my naked chest. I started licking his nipples again. After a few minutes of this fresh assault, he was thrusting his cock against me, desperate to cum. I got up off his body and turned him over, pushing his knees forward to raise up and fully expose his cheeks and asshole.
I licked up and down that forbidden area between his balls and his asshole, occasionally poking my tongue deeper into his pucker with more force than before. I grabbed his arms and held them behind his back to stop him from reaching for his dick. His balls were impossibly wrinkled and tight now—I had to do everything I could to keep him from cumming.
I tried to slow things down a bit. While holding his wrists together, I leaned over and opened the drawer of my nightstand. I pulled out a two foot long strip of terrycloth (my gentlest rope) and used it to tightly bind his hands together behind his back. With his hands now secure, I was able to grab another length of terrycloth to use in blindfolding him, stretching it out vertically to make sure he could no longer see anything.
He started making louder noises—whimpers mixed with grunts plus a little panting and cries of “Oh God, oh God.” I was firmly in control and he was losing his. To torture him further, I turned him over again onto his back, kissed his gorgeous face and licked around his ears and down his neck. He was like a bucking bronco now, thrusting his hips into the air, trying to get that last bit of stimulation he needed on his dick to cum, but I refused to let him have it.
I rubbed my hand around his belly, just down to his pubes without touching his throbbing penis, which was leaking more precum than ever now. I gathered up as much of that wonderful boy juice as I could with my finger, rubbing it under his nose and then roughly pushing my finger into his mouth for him to taste the rest. (When I was that age, I loved eating my precum—it made me so much hornier when getting off.) He was turning into a maniac now, thrusting his hips wildly and yelling, “Do it! Finish me off now!”
I grabbed a third length of terrycloth, wrapped it around his neck and tightened it slightly before tying the knot, just to put some mild pressure on his windpipe. He had lost all control now and was desperately fighting his bonds to try to get an orgasm any way he could. I had given him a full hour of hellish sexual torture and it was now time to satiate his hysterical need.
Without warning, I thrust my hands under his body, grabbing his ass cheeks hard. I plunged my mouth down on his dick, taking in all six inches at once. I sucked him as hard as a vacuum cleaner, without moving my mouth at all. I rubbed my tongue all over the head of his dick, especially licking at the hyper-sensitive part on the underside, just below the head.
Within seconds, he exploded in my mouth, blasting out volley after volley of cum; three, four, five, six loads went right down my throat. His body kept convulsing as his orgasm continued, but finally the force and volume of his spurts died down which let me savor the sweet cream now oozing directly onto my tongue.
He was completely spent and in a daze. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked. All he could do was nod.
“Was it as good as I promised it would be?”
“More…,” he croaked.
I kissed him on the lips and snuggled up next to him. He fell asleep within minutes.
I got up and went into my private room to check the video recordings. (I had started recording while he was in the shower.) All of the cameras had been working—the one behind the headboard mirror, both cameras behind the ceiling mirror and others discreetly hidden in an air vent, a bookcase and in the bathroom and shower stall. I could review the video at my leisure and see his face and reactions from all sorts of angles.
Oh, yes. I was going to have a lot of fun with this boy.
I woke him up an hour later after blasting my load watching the action I recorded. It was even hotter than I expected—the facial grimaces, the way his ass cheeks kept squeezing together when he thrust his hips forward, him looking down in wonder at what I was doing to his body (before I put the blindfold on him, of course), the his look of complete helplessness just before I got him off…. Even a straight man would get a raging hard-on from it all.
I wanted to get him home before it got too late. At his age, I’m sure he was allowed to stay out with his friends well after dark, but I didn’t want to push it. I helped him get dressed—he was still groggy and overwhelmed by the experience he just had. He lived back in town about a mile away from the park where I picked him up. I turned off my headlights and stopped my car around the block from his house in a dark area where the streetlight had burned out.
“Okay. Here ya go, kiddo. In the future, if you want more action like tonight just hang out at that same lamp post in the park—I’ll find you.”
He nodded and I gave him a final kiss for the night. He got out of the car and started towards his house. I turned around and drove back home. There was no question that he’d be back at that lamp post tomorrow night—his hormones were overwhelming him and would make him obsess all day tomorrow about nothing except another mind-blowing sexual experience.
I came three more times that night watching the replays from various angles. I was going to sleep really well tonight.
I couldn’t believe I had been handed such an opportunity on a silver platter like this. I owned this kid. He was all mine.
) I have decided to not continue posting this story in pieces as i write it. Instead, I will keep working on it and post it in its entirety when it's complete.
