Skater Michael M/M
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2020 2:00 am
Skater Michael. 1st part of my story: Hello. I am Fabian. I am 18 years old and I am a small gay teenager. I never have much contact with my classmates at school because I am very shy. When I was in class one day on a hot summer day, a lot of me was sitting in a lot of boys in a skater look. Class started. The hours dragged on. I saw them sweating more and more. I kept staring at her. Suddenly they noticed how I was staring at her. The skaters asked me if I had a problem? I said, startled, "No" !!! I turned my head away and tried not to stare at the skaters. But a boy started watching me. It was michael. He was wearing long blonde hair, a Vans skater cap, Vans hoodie, jeans and very finished Vans skater shoes. He saw how I can't take my eyes off the boys. When the school was over and we went home Michael spoke to me: You are probably gay !!. My face went red. I said no. He just said I already know what you like. I went home and I always thought of him. The next day he still had the same outfit he was wearing the day before. After school he went skating in the skate park. I was in school longer because I was in the library. When I passed the skate park, Michael walked back a lot. He was shirtless. His checked boxer shorts hung from his pants and his sweat shone in the sun. When I went home I noticed someone following me. It was michael. I walked along a deserted street and suddenly the skater caught up with his board. A strong arm wraps around my head. A sweaty hand came over my mouth. I groaned in the gag. : Mmmmppppphhhhh !!!! ... I was immediately downstairs and finally concerted in an abandoned house. I recognized Michael immediately. He tossed his backpack in front of me and took duct tape out of his pocket. He started to tie me up. Part 2 will follow soon.
Part 2: Michael was very strong. How I tried. I didn't stand a chance. He tied up my legs first. Then my hands. I started to complain. He presses his sweaty hand on my mouth again. "Shut up," he said. You are now my foot slave. When I looked at his finished Vans shoes I almost threw up. He tied me up in a hogtie. Then he took off his shoes. A sour cheesy smelly smell hit my nose. I asked him how long had he been wearing the socks? It is disgusting. He replied to me: "Extra for you already a week" !. You talk to me too much !. He took off one of his socks and took the tape. He was getting closer to my face. When I noticed what he was up to, I closed my mouth. He covered my nose. At some point I had to gasp for air. His cheesy wet sock slid into my mouth. I almost had to throw up again. Then he took the tape and wrapped several layers around my head, there was nothing I could do. It was getting late. He took one of his worn out sneakers and put it on my nose. It smelled so hideous of teenage feet and sweat. He wrapped several layers around my head so that the shoe did not come off. He said: 'So you can spend the night now. Sweet Dreams! ''. He went out of the room. I struggled against the shackles and my abnormal gag. No chance. Part 3 follows
Part 2: Michael was very strong. How I tried. I didn't stand a chance. He tied up my legs first. Then my hands. I started to complain. He presses his sweaty hand on my mouth again. "Shut up," he said. You are now my foot slave. When I looked at his finished Vans shoes I almost threw up. He tied me up in a hogtie. Then he took off his shoes. A sour cheesy smelly smell hit my nose. I asked him how long had he been wearing the socks? It is disgusting. He replied to me: "Extra for you already a week" !. You talk to me too much !. He took off one of his socks and took the tape. He was getting closer to my face. When I noticed what he was up to, I closed my mouth. He covered my nose. At some point I had to gasp for air. His cheesy wet sock slid into my mouth. I almost had to throw up again. Then he took the tape and wrapped several layers around my head, there was nothing I could do. It was getting late. He took one of his worn out sneakers and put it on my nose. It smelled so hideous of teenage feet and sweat. He wrapped several layers around my head so that the shoe did not come off. He said: 'So you can spend the night now. Sweet Dreams! ''. He went out of the room. I struggled against the shackles and my abnormal gag. No chance. Part 3 follows