by Blair
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I still don’t know whether I’m Bi or Gay. I never knew I was either until my first experience, it came out of nowhere but I know I liked it. It all started when I was 17…
“Shut the door!” I yelled from the kitchen as Scott, my best friend since junior high school, and I got back from an afternoon of skating in the park. “You’ll let all the cold out!”
“It’s fucking hot out man!” He yelled from the entryway, “Wanna get me something cold while you’re in there?” My parents had been away for the past few days and weren’t coming back for at least another few so supplies were beginning to run low, but
I found a soda in the door of the almost empty fridge and told him to come downstairs on my way by.
“The basement will be cooler!” I assured him as he began to follow me down. There was a T.V and a futon and some other random furniture down there and I often took friends down to hang out, play PS2, and watch movies, whatever we were in the mood for.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked him as I flopped down on the futon.
“I dunno.” He said popping open the soda can and taking a long gulp.
“Hey! Leave some for me!” I told him as I threw one of the pillows from the couch over at him.
“I’ll wrestle you for it?” He taunted as he continued to drink from the can. Scott had always been bigger than me, not fat by any means but broader and more muscular, he had dark skin and white teeth and the girls always swooned over him.
I wasn’t bad looking either, 5’10” 150lbs with longer dark curls that framed my face, but girls often got turned off on me when I didn’t show interest back. But Scott always playfully suggested we wrestle as I had often boasted about my karate skills, which I didn’t actually have, and he always challenged me to back it up. I wasn’t that much smaller than Scott but I knew he could overpower me easily.
“Just keep it!” I rolled my eyes at him, “but I hope you enjoy the smell when I lay here in buckets of my own sweat cause you wouldn’t give up a sip of your drink!”
“Maybe I would…” he said with a sly grin on his face.
I cocked an eyebrow at him, “I bet you would” I said sarcastically, “Why don’t you come over here and back it up?” I asked him, mocking his usual taunting of me. He slowly rose from his chair and walked over to the end of the futon where my feet, trapped in the sweaty confines of my Etnies hung loosely. He got down on his knees and reached for my foot, “What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Just lie back,” he said, “I’ve waited sooo long to do this.” He reached down and lifted my sneaker towards his face and kissed my laces.
“Whoa” I said and I recoiled my foot. He looked up, an evil glint in his eyes; he quickly came over and put his knee on my chest, holding my arms down so I couldn’t move.
“You’re going to lay here and do exactly what I say, or we’ll test just how good those karate skills are!” he said as he emphasized his words by slamming me into the cushion. “You got it?” he asked.
“I got it” I heard myself say, I still couldn’t believe what was happening, my best friend of years was now ordering me to lay back and let him kiss my dirty skate shoes. He went back down to the end of the couch and pulled my feet towards him, he lifted my left sneaker up to his face and started licking my sole, I couldn’t believe it! I could feel the pressure his tongue was making and hear the sound it made as it went up and down the bottoms of my shoes. He began making moaning noises as he switched to the other sneaker; my muscles were tense at the thought of what he was doing.
“Mmm your Etnies taste soo good” he told me as he sucked on the heel, “Lets see how good they smell.” He slowly pulled off my right sneaker which was still loaded with sweat from our skating and began taking deep inhales, “oh yess!” he sighed as he did the same with my other foot, he then dropped my now clean skate shoes to the floor and grabbed my ankles. He pressed his face against my feet and I could feel my socks sticking to his nose from the sweat as he breathed in my teenage foot odor.
He began licking my socks the same as he had my sneakers, working the sweatiest parts the most with his tongue. My cock began to stir at the sensual feeling his mouth was making on my feet, the thought that this guy was actually enjoying the smell and the taste of my foot sweat. He then took off my socks and started licking my bare feet, paying close attention to my toes. I now had a raging hard on as his hot mouth worked my toes, swirling his tongue around them, licking all the sweat and grime from them after all our skating.
“Oh god!” he moaned, through deep breaths of trying to taste and smell as much of my feet as possible. I didn’t dare move, I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to put a sleeper hold on me or something and keep me there forcefully.
“You look like you’re enjoying this too,” he said, eyeing the bulge in my shorts “Let me take care of that for you!” At this point I drew the line, I had enjoyed him worshiping my feet but there was no way I was letting him suck me off!
He reached up and slipped his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and I struggled to get up at that point. “Lay down!” he hissed as I sat up.
“No way man! I can’t believe you just licked my feet! No way are you doing any more!” He pushed me down harder than I thought he could, the wind was knocked out of me and before I could get up again he appeared with a length of rope. “Get away from me!” all I dared do was yell.
“Oh no,” he said “I’ve dreamed of having you for sooo long, you said you hoped I’d enjoy the smell of your sweaty body, well trust me I am!” He told me to lie still, or else, and he took my ankles and tied them to the metal arm rest at the end of the futon, he then took my wrists and tied them to the bar above my head so that I was lying there completely helpless. He then resumed taking off my shorts, pulling them down, boxers and all as far as he could get them.
My cock sprung to attention as soon as it was released from its sweaty confines, “Have you ever had your cock sucked before?” he asked. I took this as my queue to try something so I began to shout for help, someone anyone. He grabbed one of my sweaty socks off the floor and stuffed it in my mouth, securing it with duct tape he got from my dad’s tool desk.
“Suck on that for a bit! He ordered, “Maybe you’ll enjoy it as much as I did!”
With my screams stifled he slowly started to work my cock with his hand, making me ooze precum before he stuck out his tongue and licked it off my cock head. He began massaging my glands with his lips, working me fervently with his tongue. I tried to hold back, as he sucked me, my hips began thrusting into his mouth as my mind screamed no but my cock aching for release screamed yes. He deep throated me and that’s when I knew it was coming, he retracted all the way so just my head was in his mouth as my cum began exploding onto his tongue.
He swallowed every drop and licked my cock clean. “Sooo gooood” he said, “Now it’s my turn!” said with that same evil glint in his eye. There was nothing I could do as I struggled against my bonds, he took the duct tape off my mouth as I spat out my filthy sock, how he enjoyed the taste I have no idea.
“Try any funny stuff and I swear to god I’ll break yours off!” I was warned. “Open up!” I had no choice, I was completely helpless tied down there, and I opened my mouth to accept his oozing member.
“Yeah, suck it bitch!” he moaned as I tried not to choke on his rock hard cock. His precum was coating my throat, as he would withdraw and force me to lick his head and then resume his pounding of my tonsils.
He then pulled out all the way and got off my chest, I didn’t know what he was doing until he untied my legs and pulled them up to the bar my hands were tied at.
“No man!” I screamed, “No please! I’m your best friend!” my pleas fell on deaf ears, he secured the sock back in my mouth and got on the coach in front of my exposed and extremely vulnerable asshole. It felt sooo good when he started probing my virgin ass with his hot tongue, my senses were going on overload, if this wasn’t my best guy friend I would have been loving it. He fucked me with his tongue for a good 10 minutes while my cock grew hard again.
“That should be a good lube job” he said basically to himself as he withdrew, “God every part of you tastes good!” he licked his lips and stood up. I knew what was coming “Just relax” he said, and then I felt it, his big 9inch cock working it’s way into my asshole.
I tried to scream but my gag kept me silent, “God yesss!” he was screaming as he pummeled me harder and harder. My best friend is fucking my brains out is all that was going through my mind, that and the feeling of his dick stretching my virgin hole to the max.
“Yesss!!!” I felt him shudder and the warm feeling of his semen bursting into the depths of my ass. He withdrew and collapsed on the floor beside me. After an hour or so he awoke and untied my feet, retying them in their original position.
“That was great!” he told me, “Thank-god your parents don’t get home for a few days! You and I are going to have a lot more fun!”
