An Unexpected Stay (M/M)
Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2018 10:04 pm
The house was smaller than I had imagined it. In fact, it was only half the building. The number fifteen hung in chrome lettering next to the door on the right--the one I had been instructed to enter. I took a deep breath, held it for a second, then let it out slowly as I opened the car door. I left my phone and watch in the glove compartment.
That afternoon I had agreed to meet this guy who I had met on grindr for some fun. He was a few years older than I was, though he looked as if he could pass for twenty-two. Long story short, I had been looking for a top, and he had been looking for a bottom. He liked my pics, so he asked to meet. I agreed and drove forty minutes to the address he sent me.
Before, I left, I changed into a thong and short shorts that hugged by thighs. I also put on a tee-shirt with cut off sleeves and which was short enough to reveal a a little bit of my mid-rift. I'm a slut, what can I say?
I rapped my knuckles three times upon the door.
"One second," came a voice from inside. I heard some shuffling, a few heavier footsteps, then the door opened. Standing before me was a six-foot tall hunk. He looked exactly like the pictures he had sent me. His stubble outlined his sharp jawline, and his green eyes stared into my soul. He was wearing a shirt and sweatpants at the moment, but I could see the outline of his toned muscles underneath.
"Are you James?" he asked.
"Yes. You're Conner?"
"Yeah. Come on in. You can leave your shoes by the door."
I was already getting hard just looking at him. I anxiously stepped in, kicked off my shoes, and closed the door behind me.
"Come here," he said, as he tore off his shirt, revealing the chiseled chest underneath. A thin layer of hair covered his torso.
I nearly tripped over my own feet as I swayed my hips walking towards him. When I entered his arms' reach, he grasped me from behind and pulled me into his body, clutching at my ass. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of pleasure. I hadn't been handled like this in quite some while. It felt just as exciting as it had the first time.
My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of metal on my wists accompanied by a clicking sound. I opened my eyes confused. I couldn't move my hands. He had cuffed them behind my back. I looked up at his face. What had been a smile a few seconds earlier was now a snarl.
He shoved me backwards. I lost my footing and fell onto the couch. With my hands pinned behind my back, I had little hope of getting up, especially with him standing right there.
"What the hell?!" I shouted.
"Quiet, kid." He snapped back.
I opened my mouth to say something else, but he smacked me before I could let any air escape. "I said shut it!"
My face throbbed where he palm has contacted my cheek. I wasn't about to try that again.
His fingers fumbled at my shorts. I squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away, but he managed to grab them and pull them off anyway. He put his hands on my legs and ran them up and down my thighs. "See," he said, seeing my erection, "you like it."
I admit that my dick was quivering. The feeling of his hands on my legs sent a wave of jittery excitement through my body. I really couldn't do anything except let him have his way, and I kept getting harder and harder.
"Let's get that shirt off," he grunted, tearing the shirt apart, exposing my entire torso. Now, I was only wearing a thong and handcuffs. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," he instructed, vanishing into the next room.
I didn't have much of a plan, I but I had to try to stand up. I squirmed for a few seconds, trying to lift my torso. Eventually, somehow, I managed to find myself on my feet, but not before Conner returned, holding a ball gag.
"Little whore, what did I just say?" He rushed up to me and shoved me down onto the couch again, but this time continued to hold me there. He was far too strong for me to resist.
I moved my head from side to side, trying to avoid the gag. Eventually he moved up and sat on my legs, pinning me, leaving me to stare at his crotch and stomach while he grasped by head and held it still. I couldn't do anything as he shoved the red ball into my mouth and tightened the strap behind my head. I felt the ball work its way deeper and deeper into my mouth until I couldn't do much besides drool.
"Perfect," he said, steeping back to admire his handiwork.
"Mrrrph!" I tried to yell, but only grunts and moans came out. I was completely and utterly helpless.
To be continued in part 2...
That afternoon I had agreed to meet this guy who I had met on grindr for some fun. He was a few years older than I was, though he looked as if he could pass for twenty-two. Long story short, I had been looking for a top, and he had been looking for a bottom. He liked my pics, so he asked to meet. I agreed and drove forty minutes to the address he sent me.
Before, I left, I changed into a thong and short shorts that hugged by thighs. I also put on a tee-shirt with cut off sleeves and which was short enough to reveal a a little bit of my mid-rift. I'm a slut, what can I say?
I rapped my knuckles three times upon the door.
"One second," came a voice from inside. I heard some shuffling, a few heavier footsteps, then the door opened. Standing before me was a six-foot tall hunk. He looked exactly like the pictures he had sent me. His stubble outlined his sharp jawline, and his green eyes stared into my soul. He was wearing a shirt and sweatpants at the moment, but I could see the outline of his toned muscles underneath.
"Are you James?" he asked.
"Yes. You're Conner?"
"Yeah. Come on in. You can leave your shoes by the door."
I was already getting hard just looking at him. I anxiously stepped in, kicked off my shoes, and closed the door behind me.
"Come here," he said, as he tore off his shirt, revealing the chiseled chest underneath. A thin layer of hair covered his torso.
I nearly tripped over my own feet as I swayed my hips walking towards him. When I entered his arms' reach, he grasped me from behind and pulled me into his body, clutching at my ass. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of pleasure. I hadn't been handled like this in quite some while. It felt just as exciting as it had the first time.
My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of metal on my wists accompanied by a clicking sound. I opened my eyes confused. I couldn't move my hands. He had cuffed them behind my back. I looked up at his face. What had been a smile a few seconds earlier was now a snarl.
He shoved me backwards. I lost my footing and fell onto the couch. With my hands pinned behind my back, I had little hope of getting up, especially with him standing right there.
"What the hell?!" I shouted.
"Quiet, kid." He snapped back.
I opened my mouth to say something else, but he smacked me before I could let any air escape. "I said shut it!"
My face throbbed where he palm has contacted my cheek. I wasn't about to try that again.
His fingers fumbled at my shorts. I squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away, but he managed to grab them and pull them off anyway. He put his hands on my legs and ran them up and down my thighs. "See," he said, seeing my erection, "you like it."
I admit that my dick was quivering. The feeling of his hands on my legs sent a wave of jittery excitement through my body. I really couldn't do anything except let him have his way, and I kept getting harder and harder.
"Let's get that shirt off," he grunted, tearing the shirt apart, exposing my entire torso. Now, I was only wearing a thong and handcuffs. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," he instructed, vanishing into the next room.
I didn't have much of a plan, I but I had to try to stand up. I squirmed for a few seconds, trying to lift my torso. Eventually, somehow, I managed to find myself on my feet, but not before Conner returned, holding a ball gag.
"Little whore, what did I just say?" He rushed up to me and shoved me down onto the couch again, but this time continued to hold me there. He was far too strong for me to resist.
I moved my head from side to side, trying to avoid the gag. Eventually he moved up and sat on my legs, pinning me, leaving me to stare at his crotch and stomach while he grasped by head and held it still. I couldn't do anything as he shoved the red ball into my mouth and tightened the strap behind my head. I felt the ball work its way deeper and deeper into my mouth until I couldn't do much besides drool.
"Perfect," he said, steeping back to admire his handiwork.
"Mrrrph!" I tried to yell, but only grunts and moans came out. I was completely and utterly helpless.
To be continued in part 2...