Eddie Makes A Discovery (M/M) Part 2 now up
Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2022 10:33 pm
Marty wants me to keep an eye on a guy, make sure he doesn’t leave the area. I tell him I know exactly how to keep him in the area, but he says no, just follow him.
“We wanna know who he sees. Also where he is so we can get him if we have to.“
Following a guy is the easy part of my job, but also the boring part. I stay on him for a couple days, but he mostly stays home, so I mostly sit in my car.
On the third day he throws some luggage in his car and takes off. I follow him and call Marty.
“Looks like our boy is taking a powder,” I say.
“Stay on him, but it’d be best if he don’t know,” Marty says.
He gets on the freeway and we head east. I have a full tank and my getaway bag in the trunk, so lead on, dude. We get sixty miles out of town and he throws on the blinker and takes an exit. I do the same. We cross the river and start east again. Not much out this way. Ten miles in he turns north on a county two lane. Hard to follow surreptitiously out here with no traffic. I drop back as far as I can without losing sight of him.
After another ten miles he turns right onto a gravel road. I see his dust plume going up the hill so I wait a bit, letting him get ahead, then grind my way after him.
The road twists upward. I meet one car coming down and pull over to let them pass. Two older gents smile and wave as they creep by. I get to the top and there are three choices: left, right, or straight. My quarry’s dust is hanging over the road to the right, so that’s where I go.
The road winds down to a closed gate. A guy comes out to my window.
“Hi! Do you have a reservation?”
“Oh, uh, no,” I say. “I was hoping you might might be able to, um… fit me in?”
He looks me over, still with the big smile, pushes a few buttons on his phone and walks off a ways, talks a minute, and comes back to my window.
“You’re in luck! There was a cancellation. Just follow the road down and to the left. Someone will meet you.”
I have no idea what I’m into here, but I do as he says. As I slowly motor down the dirt road I make a call to Marty. Or try to. The phone doesn’t work. No signal down here in this valley. Okay. Curiouser and curiouser.
A fine looking older gent directs me to a parking spot and I get out.
“First visit?” he asks.
“Indeed,” I say. “Just a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing. Glad you had a vacancy.”
“Well let’s get you checked in, get the financial pleasantries out of the way, and all that. You do understand this is a male-only bondage resort? Are you a Top, or a Bottom, or a Switch?”
Didn’t see that one coming, but I’m cool.
“Definitely a Top,” I say.
“Oh excellent,” he replies. “There’s always room for a new Top.”
Well now. Wonder why I’ve never heard of this place. We go into a little office, he runs my credit card, gives me a key, and hands me a form to fill out. The place is called Samson Creek Resort & Spa, and I’m in Cabin #1 which is a little travel trailer on blocks. It’s a swell place and I get my stuff put away before checking out the questionnaire.
The questions are about fantasies, favorite binding materials, rope or chains or cuffs, how much pain one might desire, things like that. Gets pretty specific. I fill it out, getting a semi-stiffy just from the questions.
I take it down to the little office. There aren’t a lot of people around, but they’re all guys, all ages, and all looking good. They tend towards the older side - probably due to the cost of the place - but on the whole, a fine looking and diverse bunch of men. Everyone is very friendly, waving and sayin hi. Most are dressed for the hot weather. Shorts of various lengths, a few in thongs, tee shirts, or cotton short sleeves, sneakers, like that. No one is completely nude, which for me makes it even more erotic.There are a couple guys in leather, but it’s skimpy stuff, mostly straps and such. 85F is too hot for the fancy hides, I reckon. My knee length cargo shorts and tropical shirt make me overdressed for this crowd.
Ogling these delightful looking men has me rather distracted, especially when realizing most of them would probably love to have me do ‘em. Then I catch sight of the guy I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on and remember why I’m here. I ask around and find out I can climb a hill to the north and probably get cell reception. I do that and call Marty.
He cracks up when he learns where I am.
“I hearda that place,” he says. “Made for you. Keep an eye on our guy. And don’t get lost in there, never come out.”
He cackles and hangs up.
A little sleuthing tells me my guy is here for five days. Looks like I’m here for that long too. It ain’t cheap, but Marty’s paying. Should be interesting.
There are a couple cafes and I stop in one for a snack. The check-in guy comes by and asks if he can join me.
We settle down with coffee and sandwiches.
“Looks like you have some specific skills and desires that fit in here quite well.”
“Yeah, this seems like a place I could enjoy.”
“Doubtless,” he says. “So… not really into roleplay?”
“Nope.”
“Or leather, or pain… just a rope bondage guy. Am I right?”
“Rope is definitely my thing,” I say. “Tie ‘em tight and work ‘em slow is my favorite game.”
“Oh my,” says the fellow. “You’re going to be quite popular.”
“That’s great,” I say. “Looking forward to meeting some of the guys.”
“Although I’m sure there are a few of us who’d love a chance to see if we could restrain you. Take some mighty strong restraints, I’d wager.”
“Sorry, not gonna happen.”
“Ah well, can’t blame a fellow for asking. I’m Max, by the way. Look me up if you need anything.”
We shake hands and he leaves. He fills out his tight shorts nicely which makes me realize I’m still hungry. I settle for another sandwich.
Later I go prowling.
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At dusk I stop by a little bistro. There’s a small combo playing. I get a drink and settle in to listen. Within a few minutes a fellow comes by and asks if he could join me.
“I’m Tommy,: he says. “You must be Eddie.”
“I surely am,” I say, unabashedly checking him out. “How’d you know my name?”
“You’re new,’ he says. “New guys get attention.”
He looks me up and down. “Especially if they’re built like you. Max says you’re a top.”
“Indeed I am,” I said. “Not sure of the protocol here, so let me know if I’m outta line, but I think I could get into a spending a little time with you. Interested?”
“I am SO interested, you wouldn’t believe,” he said. “Max tells me you’re a rope guy.”
I nod.
“So you wanna tie me up, show me what you’ve got?”
“I’d like that a lot,” I say. “How ‘bout we adjourn to my cabin?”
A half hour later Tommy is tied to a chair, one of his socks crammed in his mouth, the other wrapped around holding it in place. I used nine ropes, so he isn’t going anywhere. Other than the ropes and gag, he’s naked and looking quite fabulous.
He has slim but toned legs, and I spend some time getting to know them, planning to slowly work my way up his body. However, it seems besides being fun to touch, he’s also sensitive, a fact I discover when he surprises me with a sudden orgasm.
Oh well. We have plenty of time.
I’m about to untie him from the chair, give him a little break and a chance to clean up. Except when I reach for the first knot, he shakes his head.
“Mmm-mm,” he says. “More murm.”
Which I take to mean ‘No, no, your turn’. A suggestion I have no intention of refusing.
I pull him away from the wall and put another chair behind him. As soon as I sit, his hands are reaching for me, fumbling with the snap and zipper, working my shorts down. Not an easy task with his arms and wrists bound, but he’s a resourceful and perseverant lad and with a little help he soon has my shorts on the floor.
I move in close again and grab his upper arms as he begins gently running his fingers up my shaft, playing with the tip, using my pre-cum as lubricant. I’m quite ready when he finally wraps his fist around me and relentlessly strokes me up to and over the edge. He knows how long to keep working me and exactly when to stop.
I like this fellow. We have a nice long session with one more orgasm for each of us.
This place was made for me. I can understand why Marty told me to not get lost in here and never come out. I’ll have to think about it.
“We wanna know who he sees. Also where he is so we can get him if we have to.“
Following a guy is the easy part of my job, but also the boring part. I stay on him for a couple days, but he mostly stays home, so I mostly sit in my car.
On the third day he throws some luggage in his car and takes off. I follow him and call Marty.
“Looks like our boy is taking a powder,” I say.
“Stay on him, but it’d be best if he don’t know,” Marty says.
He gets on the freeway and we head east. I have a full tank and my getaway bag in the trunk, so lead on, dude. We get sixty miles out of town and he throws on the blinker and takes an exit. I do the same. We cross the river and start east again. Not much out this way. Ten miles in he turns north on a county two lane. Hard to follow surreptitiously out here with no traffic. I drop back as far as I can without losing sight of him.
After another ten miles he turns right onto a gravel road. I see his dust plume going up the hill so I wait a bit, letting him get ahead, then grind my way after him.
The road twists upward. I meet one car coming down and pull over to let them pass. Two older gents smile and wave as they creep by. I get to the top and there are three choices: left, right, or straight. My quarry’s dust is hanging over the road to the right, so that’s where I go.
The road winds down to a closed gate. A guy comes out to my window.
“Hi! Do you have a reservation?”
“Oh, uh, no,” I say. “I was hoping you might might be able to, um… fit me in?”
He looks me over, still with the big smile, pushes a few buttons on his phone and walks off a ways, talks a minute, and comes back to my window.
“You’re in luck! There was a cancellation. Just follow the road down and to the left. Someone will meet you.”
I have no idea what I’m into here, but I do as he says. As I slowly motor down the dirt road I make a call to Marty. Or try to. The phone doesn’t work. No signal down here in this valley. Okay. Curiouser and curiouser.
A fine looking older gent directs me to a parking spot and I get out.
“First visit?” he asks.
“Indeed,” I say. “Just a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing. Glad you had a vacancy.”
“Well let’s get you checked in, get the financial pleasantries out of the way, and all that. You do understand this is a male-only bondage resort? Are you a Top, or a Bottom, or a Switch?”
Didn’t see that one coming, but I’m cool.
“Definitely a Top,” I say.
“Oh excellent,” he replies. “There’s always room for a new Top.”
Well now. Wonder why I’ve never heard of this place. We go into a little office, he runs my credit card, gives me a key, and hands me a form to fill out. The place is called Samson Creek Resort & Spa, and I’m in Cabin #1 which is a little travel trailer on blocks. It’s a swell place and I get my stuff put away before checking out the questionnaire.
The questions are about fantasies, favorite binding materials, rope or chains or cuffs, how much pain one might desire, things like that. Gets pretty specific. I fill it out, getting a semi-stiffy just from the questions.
I take it down to the little office. There aren’t a lot of people around, but they’re all guys, all ages, and all looking good. They tend towards the older side - probably due to the cost of the place - but on the whole, a fine looking and diverse bunch of men. Everyone is very friendly, waving and sayin hi. Most are dressed for the hot weather. Shorts of various lengths, a few in thongs, tee shirts, or cotton short sleeves, sneakers, like that. No one is completely nude, which for me makes it even more erotic.There are a couple guys in leather, but it’s skimpy stuff, mostly straps and such. 85F is too hot for the fancy hides, I reckon. My knee length cargo shorts and tropical shirt make me overdressed for this crowd.
Ogling these delightful looking men has me rather distracted, especially when realizing most of them would probably love to have me do ‘em. Then I catch sight of the guy I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on and remember why I’m here. I ask around and find out I can climb a hill to the north and probably get cell reception. I do that and call Marty.
He cracks up when he learns where I am.
“I hearda that place,” he says. “Made for you. Keep an eye on our guy. And don’t get lost in there, never come out.”
He cackles and hangs up.
A little sleuthing tells me my guy is here for five days. Looks like I’m here for that long too. It ain’t cheap, but Marty’s paying. Should be interesting.
There are a couple cafes and I stop in one for a snack. The check-in guy comes by and asks if he can join me.
We settle down with coffee and sandwiches.
“Looks like you have some specific skills and desires that fit in here quite well.”
“Yeah, this seems like a place I could enjoy.”
“Doubtless,” he says. “So… not really into roleplay?”
“Nope.”
“Or leather, or pain… just a rope bondage guy. Am I right?”
“Rope is definitely my thing,” I say. “Tie ‘em tight and work ‘em slow is my favorite game.”
“Oh my,” says the fellow. “You’re going to be quite popular.”
“That’s great,” I say. “Looking forward to meeting some of the guys.”
“Although I’m sure there are a few of us who’d love a chance to see if we could restrain you. Take some mighty strong restraints, I’d wager.”
“Sorry, not gonna happen.”
“Ah well, can’t blame a fellow for asking. I’m Max, by the way. Look me up if you need anything.”
We shake hands and he leaves. He fills out his tight shorts nicely which makes me realize I’m still hungry. I settle for another sandwich.
Later I go prowling.
—————————
At dusk I stop by a little bistro. There’s a small combo playing. I get a drink and settle in to listen. Within a few minutes a fellow comes by and asks if he could join me.
“I’m Tommy,: he says. “You must be Eddie.”
“I surely am,” I say, unabashedly checking him out. “How’d you know my name?”
“You’re new,’ he says. “New guys get attention.”
He looks me up and down. “Especially if they’re built like you. Max says you’re a top.”
“Indeed I am,” I said. “Not sure of the protocol here, so let me know if I’m outta line, but I think I could get into a spending a little time with you. Interested?”
“I am SO interested, you wouldn’t believe,” he said. “Max tells me you’re a rope guy.”
I nod.
“So you wanna tie me up, show me what you’ve got?”
“I’d like that a lot,” I say. “How ‘bout we adjourn to my cabin?”
A half hour later Tommy is tied to a chair, one of his socks crammed in his mouth, the other wrapped around holding it in place. I used nine ropes, so he isn’t going anywhere. Other than the ropes and gag, he’s naked and looking quite fabulous.
He has slim but toned legs, and I spend some time getting to know them, planning to slowly work my way up his body. However, it seems besides being fun to touch, he’s also sensitive, a fact I discover when he surprises me with a sudden orgasm.
Oh well. We have plenty of time.
I’m about to untie him from the chair, give him a little break and a chance to clean up. Except when I reach for the first knot, he shakes his head.
“Mmm-mm,” he says. “More murm.”
Which I take to mean ‘No, no, your turn’. A suggestion I have no intention of refusing.
I pull him away from the wall and put another chair behind him. As soon as I sit, his hands are reaching for me, fumbling with the snap and zipper, working my shorts down. Not an easy task with his arms and wrists bound, but he’s a resourceful and perseverant lad and with a little help he soon has my shorts on the floor.
I move in close again and grab his upper arms as he begins gently running his fingers up my shaft, playing with the tip, using my pre-cum as lubricant. I’m quite ready when he finally wraps his fist around me and relentlessly strokes me up to and over the edge. He knows how long to keep working me and exactly when to stop.
I like this fellow. We have a nice long session with one more orgasm for each of us.
This place was made for me. I can understand why Marty told me to not get lost in here and never come out. I’ll have to think about it.