I could hear him messing with the rope behind me, but I couldn't figure out what was taking so long. "Turn around put your hands behind your back." I hesitantly did as he said, crossing my wrists across the small of my back. Two naked straight boys, 18 and lonely and longing for contact. I pushed myself up and stood in front of him. "Stand up." I looked up at him, looking down at me. He bent down and started undoing the tie that held the coil together as he straightened. No reply but my burning cheeks and uncomfortable shifting on my knees. "You don't want to choose to suck me, do you. "You want me to tie you up and make you do it, huh." His eyes followed mine and I heard him chuckle in realization. it's just." I took a deep breath, glancing down at the rope. Dude, I let you." His words trailed off, probably embarrassed that his probably still-aching ass was probably still leaking my come. He took his half-hard cock in hand and lifted it to my lips. Seeing no response from me, he slid his thumbs in the waistband and pushed his pajamas down, his cock bobbing in front of my face as he stepped out and kicked them aside. He stepped to me, his bulge showing against the loose pajama bottoms hanging from his hips. "Nothing," I mumbled, resting back on my heels and blushing as I dropped the coiled rope beside me. Locking the door, he looked at me, looked at the rope. I pushed myself to my knees and reached for the bundle of rope, pulling it toward me just as Bobby slipped back into the bedroom and pulled the door closed behind him. Then the coil of slender nylon climbing rope lying on the floor of the open closet. A pair of high-top Chucks, long laces flapping. My eyes darted around the room, searching, I realized, for something that could be used to bind my wrists behind my back. "Tie me up and make me do it," I thought. Which made an image flash in my mind: what if it wasn't up to me? What if I was forced? Silly way to put it, but. How could I get him off? I couldn't see myself willingly giving him a blowjob, giving him pleasure on purpose. I didn't know if I could force myself to do it, to be all. Two horny straight boys, 18 and lonely and hungry not for cock but for contact. I had, in fact, had his cock in my mouth briefly, earlier in the evening, as we dared each other into sixty-nining in order that neither would be the first to make contact. Still naked on the floor, I hoped his parents and his sister wouldn't hear and come investigate. I could hear him turn the water on and make little splashing sounds in the bathroom. I reached for the box of Kleenex as he padded out of the room. He pushed me forward as he pulled out, leaving my aching anus wondering why it was so easy to take a big shit, when this was so painful. My butthole burned with the fullness of his fat and unsatiated cock still throbbing inside me. I know." I whimpered, my ass feeling like a tree was jammed up it. He paused, fully inside me, clutching my hips. please, uhh! wait." He wasn't an asshole. "I know," he grunted, pulling back and then pushing in again, starting to fuck me. I cried out, "Nooo!" and tried to rise up as the head, then the shaft of his big dick stretched me open. Suddenly, lube and force won out, and he pushed inside me. I instinctively and helplessly clenched tighter, unable to keep from fighting the invasion. "Relax, man!" he grunted, pushing harder.
I felt his thick cock head slide up and down my crack, then push against my closed backdoor. "You ready?" he asked, pulling his finger out and wiping his greasy hand around and along the length of his dick. "Relax," he hissed, forcing his finger in and out, trying to loosen my virgin bud.
My butt clenched in response, locking around his rough knuckle. My cheek pressed against the cold floor, goosebumps ran up and down my bare thighs and ribs as he pushed a finger gobbed with a thick dollop of lube inside me.