Careful who you go home with (m/m) (chapter 3 posted)
Posted: Thu May 09, 2019 12:19 pm
Hey I was going to write the whole story and then post seeing as there is a lot of exposition before any bondage, but I feel like i'll be more likely to actually finish (as opposed to the other half written works on my laptop) if I post what I have now. (you know a little more public commitment or the like)
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I was out at the bars with my friends a couple nights ago. Everything was normal; we danced a little, we talked, we drank. At one point in the night my friend points out a cute guy across the bar and says that he’s been checking me out. I immediately pray that my friend was right. The guy he pointed to was so handsome with short dark brown hair, and a nice olive button down shirt that showed off his lean muscles quite well.
As I continued to gawk at him like a teenager, he looked up and made I contact with me. My face froze. I tried to play it off like I was looking past him, but then he smiled. I melted. I smiled back all too quickly.
My same friend that pointed him out, Hunter, was watching this amused. He waved the guy over, knowing well I would not be making any moves. The guy started walking over and my heart was pounding like I was about to meet a celebrity. I get way too infatuated way too quickly, especially when drinking.
When the guy reaches our table and sits down, he asks me, “Decide on a drink yet?”
I was pretty confused seeing as I was clearly in the middle of a larger drink. “Um, I’m good.” I said, taking a sip from my drink to show it was mine.
“Oh, I just assumed you were going to order another drink seeing as you’ve been staring at the specials board behind me for the last five minutes.” He smirked.
I felt all of the blood rush to my cheeks. I couldn’t stop blushing with embarrassment, and found myself unable to speak. Not a single excuse came out of my mouth. My friends Joe and Carter were snickering at my expense. Hunter on the other hand was full on laughing.
The stranger eventually cut the tension that apparently, only I felt. “I’m Cole.”
“My name is Nick,” I stuttered as his deep brown eyes locked onto mine. The others exchanged their names and he accepted them politely, but quickly refocused on me. Clearly, I had won his attention for the night. Conversation continued as it had before, everyone catching up and telling stories of their last week. Cole chimed in now and then, with jokes or telling a few pieces about himself and his work, but not going into any longwinded stories like my friends or I.
I told one particularly funny story about how I wiped out on construction supplies this last week, because I had assumed all the watch your step signs were about it being slippery or wet or something. He smiled at this story and countered, “It sounds like you could use an escort home, if you can’t walk home sober without falling.”
Adept at reading signs as I was, I completely missed his meaning, “Oh I’m not going home tonight. It’s kinda far from here. Hunter is letting me crash at his place tonight.”
Hunter struck his forehead with his palm. After which he tried to help Cole, “Or you could spend the night somewhere else if there was someone you might want to get to know better.”
Cole jumped in, “My place isn’t that far.”
I blushed once more realizing what I missed. I wished I had the excuse of being wasted, but I like going to bed sober or as close to it as possible and had stopped drinking too long ago to blame it on alcohol. “Yeah that would be great, if you don’t mind.”
Before long, we were saying goodbye to my friends and walking to his apartment in the cool night air. I carried most of the conversation rambling from story to story, while he seemed content listening to me go on and on. He offered his own stories when I asked him about his life, but they were often much shorter and too the point.
When we got to his apartment, he offered me some water from the kitchen which I happily accepted after the long night of drinking. I gulped it down in less time than it took to fill the glass. Cole just smiled and said, “The bathroom is the door on the right if you want to use it.”
Which I definitely did. When I came out of the bathroom he was chilling on the couch, arms spread wide along the backrest. I walked to sit down next to him and his arm adjusted to be resting around my shoulders. I began to thank him for letting me crash here, but he cut me off with a kiss. I lost all my words again as my head buzzed.
When he pulled back our eyes locked, and I moved in to kiss him back. We made out off and on for a while. Occasionally during a longer break I would start to say something, and he would immediately cut me off with another long kiss. One time after he cut me off again, I caught him smirking. “You’re adorable when you ramble, but you’re hotter when silent.”
While he spoke I moved in to cut him off similarly, but a gentle yet firm hand to my chest told me that was not a two way game. When I started to jokingly complain, he cut me off again, this time pushing me onto my back and laying over me. When he ended the kiss, he just looked into my eyes, amused. Then he asked, “Want to go to the bedroom?”
I nodded as he got off me and led me by hand to his room. Leather cuffs tied to the four bedposts flared like a red flag. I had heard of bondage being used in the bedroom, but I didn’t know him that well or what they were used for. Shakier than I wanted to be I asked, “You’re not about to kidnap me, are you?”
Cole had either not noticed or not considered the leather restraints as threatening. “No sorry. I forgot to put them away from the last guy I had over. I didn’t think I would even be bringing a guy home with me tonight.” Noticing I was still anxious, he offered, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. The last guy was into bondage, so I complied. I’m happy for just a hook up. We can even call it a night, and you can sleep on the couch if you want to?”
Still holding his hand, I asked, “What do you even do with someone tied up?”
Seeming to take my curiosity as a good sign, he smiled and said, “Well, there’s lots of things from tickling, to spanking, or playing with their nipples. My favorite game to start with is teasing.”
“What’s that?” I asked, getting aroused again.
“Well once you are tied down, I stroke your shaft, just enough for you to want to cum, but not enough for you to be able to. If you manage to cum, you win and are untied. If you don’t succeed by the time I get bored, you stay tied up for the rest of the night.”
Even more aroused, I asked, “Can we play that?”
Smiling, he answered, “Yeah I just have one firm rule you have to agree to. You can ask me to stop stroking you or end any other aspect of the game at any point my telling me to stop or snapping your fingers. The only part you can’t end is that unless there is an emergency, you have to stay tied up for the night. This way you can’t just quit the game and then stroke yourself off in the bathroom. Sound fair?”
“Yeah!” I nodded. He started simultaneously kissing and undressing me. When my hands reached out to his clothes they were casually brushed aside. I once again learned that this was another one-sided game.
Once I stood in only my black puma boxer briefs, Cole commanded, “Lay on the bed on your back.”
I smiled giddily, warming up to this game, “Make me.”
He smirked looking me down and up as if appraising me all over again. Cole held both of my shoulders gently, then pushed me back. I fell on his bed with a thud. I offered only play resistance as he wrestled me into position. My bulge grew very hard during the process, especially as straddled my chest and fastened the leather restraints to my wrists.
I even willingly spread my legs for him to fasten them to the restraints at the bottom of the bed. Cole had other plans though. Getting off me and the bed, he pushed my legs together and pull off my boxer briefs, leaving me naked in his bed. I am not usually self-conscious around other guys, but with my arms spread wide and him still fully clothed while I was naked, I began to feel more exposed and vulnerable than I usually do naked. However, these feelings traveled to my member in the opposite direction I thought they would. I grew even harder, oddly aroused by what was happening.
With my underwear off, Cole fastened my legs to the restraints on either side of the bed as I expected him to. I was now laying spread eagle on his bed with only a little slack. He noticed however and untied the ropes holding my right arm to the headboard and tied it tighter, repeating the process with my left arm. I was now stretched out. I could barely bend my arms or legs. Although I was still very comfortable in that position.
The entire process continued in a silence that was only broken with Cole asking, “Are you ready to begin?”
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I was out at the bars with my friends a couple nights ago. Everything was normal; we danced a little, we talked, we drank. At one point in the night my friend points out a cute guy across the bar and says that he’s been checking me out. I immediately pray that my friend was right. The guy he pointed to was so handsome with short dark brown hair, and a nice olive button down shirt that showed off his lean muscles quite well.
As I continued to gawk at him like a teenager, he looked up and made I contact with me. My face froze. I tried to play it off like I was looking past him, but then he smiled. I melted. I smiled back all too quickly.
My same friend that pointed him out, Hunter, was watching this amused. He waved the guy over, knowing well I would not be making any moves. The guy started walking over and my heart was pounding like I was about to meet a celebrity. I get way too infatuated way too quickly, especially when drinking.
When the guy reaches our table and sits down, he asks me, “Decide on a drink yet?”
I was pretty confused seeing as I was clearly in the middle of a larger drink. “Um, I’m good.” I said, taking a sip from my drink to show it was mine.
“Oh, I just assumed you were going to order another drink seeing as you’ve been staring at the specials board behind me for the last five minutes.” He smirked.
I felt all of the blood rush to my cheeks. I couldn’t stop blushing with embarrassment, and found myself unable to speak. Not a single excuse came out of my mouth. My friends Joe and Carter were snickering at my expense. Hunter on the other hand was full on laughing.
The stranger eventually cut the tension that apparently, only I felt. “I’m Cole.”
“My name is Nick,” I stuttered as his deep brown eyes locked onto mine. The others exchanged their names and he accepted them politely, but quickly refocused on me. Clearly, I had won his attention for the night. Conversation continued as it had before, everyone catching up and telling stories of their last week. Cole chimed in now and then, with jokes or telling a few pieces about himself and his work, but not going into any longwinded stories like my friends or I.
I told one particularly funny story about how I wiped out on construction supplies this last week, because I had assumed all the watch your step signs were about it being slippery or wet or something. He smiled at this story and countered, “It sounds like you could use an escort home, if you can’t walk home sober without falling.”
Adept at reading signs as I was, I completely missed his meaning, “Oh I’m not going home tonight. It’s kinda far from here. Hunter is letting me crash at his place tonight.”
Hunter struck his forehead with his palm. After which he tried to help Cole, “Or you could spend the night somewhere else if there was someone you might want to get to know better.”
Cole jumped in, “My place isn’t that far.”
I blushed once more realizing what I missed. I wished I had the excuse of being wasted, but I like going to bed sober or as close to it as possible and had stopped drinking too long ago to blame it on alcohol. “Yeah that would be great, if you don’t mind.”
Before long, we were saying goodbye to my friends and walking to his apartment in the cool night air. I carried most of the conversation rambling from story to story, while he seemed content listening to me go on and on. He offered his own stories when I asked him about his life, but they were often much shorter and too the point.
When we got to his apartment, he offered me some water from the kitchen which I happily accepted after the long night of drinking. I gulped it down in less time than it took to fill the glass. Cole just smiled and said, “The bathroom is the door on the right if you want to use it.”
Which I definitely did. When I came out of the bathroom he was chilling on the couch, arms spread wide along the backrest. I walked to sit down next to him and his arm adjusted to be resting around my shoulders. I began to thank him for letting me crash here, but he cut me off with a kiss. I lost all my words again as my head buzzed.
When he pulled back our eyes locked, and I moved in to kiss him back. We made out off and on for a while. Occasionally during a longer break I would start to say something, and he would immediately cut me off with another long kiss. One time after he cut me off again, I caught him smirking. “You’re adorable when you ramble, but you’re hotter when silent.”
While he spoke I moved in to cut him off similarly, but a gentle yet firm hand to my chest told me that was not a two way game. When I started to jokingly complain, he cut me off again, this time pushing me onto my back and laying over me. When he ended the kiss, he just looked into my eyes, amused. Then he asked, “Want to go to the bedroom?”
I nodded as he got off me and led me by hand to his room. Leather cuffs tied to the four bedposts flared like a red flag. I had heard of bondage being used in the bedroom, but I didn’t know him that well or what they were used for. Shakier than I wanted to be I asked, “You’re not about to kidnap me, are you?”
Cole had either not noticed or not considered the leather restraints as threatening. “No sorry. I forgot to put them away from the last guy I had over. I didn’t think I would even be bringing a guy home with me tonight.” Noticing I was still anxious, he offered, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. The last guy was into bondage, so I complied. I’m happy for just a hook up. We can even call it a night, and you can sleep on the couch if you want to?”
Still holding his hand, I asked, “What do you even do with someone tied up?”
Seeming to take my curiosity as a good sign, he smiled and said, “Well, there’s lots of things from tickling, to spanking, or playing with their nipples. My favorite game to start with is teasing.”
“What’s that?” I asked, getting aroused again.
“Well once you are tied down, I stroke your shaft, just enough for you to want to cum, but not enough for you to be able to. If you manage to cum, you win and are untied. If you don’t succeed by the time I get bored, you stay tied up for the rest of the night.”
Even more aroused, I asked, “Can we play that?”
Smiling, he answered, “Yeah I just have one firm rule you have to agree to. You can ask me to stop stroking you or end any other aspect of the game at any point my telling me to stop or snapping your fingers. The only part you can’t end is that unless there is an emergency, you have to stay tied up for the night. This way you can’t just quit the game and then stroke yourself off in the bathroom. Sound fair?”
“Yeah!” I nodded. He started simultaneously kissing and undressing me. When my hands reached out to his clothes they were casually brushed aside. I once again learned that this was another one-sided game.
Once I stood in only my black puma boxer briefs, Cole commanded, “Lay on the bed on your back.”
I smiled giddily, warming up to this game, “Make me.”
He smirked looking me down and up as if appraising me all over again. Cole held both of my shoulders gently, then pushed me back. I fell on his bed with a thud. I offered only play resistance as he wrestled me into position. My bulge grew very hard during the process, especially as straddled my chest and fastened the leather restraints to my wrists.
I even willingly spread my legs for him to fasten them to the restraints at the bottom of the bed. Cole had other plans though. Getting off me and the bed, he pushed my legs together and pull off my boxer briefs, leaving me naked in his bed. I am not usually self-conscious around other guys, but with my arms spread wide and him still fully clothed while I was naked, I began to feel more exposed and vulnerable than I usually do naked. However, these feelings traveled to my member in the opposite direction I thought they would. I grew even harder, oddly aroused by what was happening.
With my underwear off, Cole fastened my legs to the restraints on either side of the bed as I expected him to. I was now laying spread eagle on his bed with only a little slack. He noticed however and untied the ropes holding my right arm to the headboard and tied it tighter, repeating the process with my left arm. I was now stretched out. I could barely bend my arms or legs. Although I was still very comfortable in that position.
The entire process continued in a silence that was only broken with Cole asking, “Are you ready to begin?”