Bound To Cum
by Nathan Jones

 

Incredible as some of the events in this story may seem, it is all based on true events. This is how I know that dreams really can come true!

A few years ago, when I was in my early twenties and I was still living at home with my parents, I met a young man called Marcus. He was a neighbour of ours who lived a few houses down. He was a friend of my little brothers, they were both just 18 at the time and studying for their A-Level exams in the same college. The age difference was only 4 years and I hardly looked any older than they did but at that age 4 years seemed a lot.

I would see him in the street occasionally and we would nod and say hello but nothing more. As the summer heat began to build, I spent more time in the front garden sunbathing. I would see Marcus passing by on his bike or coming back from one of his regular daily runs. I soon realized that he ran at the same time every day and tried to make sure that my sunbathing sessions coincided with his runs. I wore dark glasses so that I could get a good look at his youthful smooth chest and small brown nipples. The sweat from his run would make his body glisten in the sun and help to highlight the curves and crevices of his lightly muscled body and six-pack stomach. Being so warm he rarely wore a running vest. I suppose he was trying to build his tan just like the rest of us. He was about 5’8” with dark hair that he kept cropped very short, military style. His face was still unmarked by any shadow of facial hair or teenage spots and his thick, dark eyelashes outlined his eyes almost as well as eye-liner and would have made any woman green with envy. That isn’t to say he was feminine, just unusually ‘beautiful’ for a boy.

One day he came back from his run and stopped near our garden to catch his breath and cool down before going inside. He paced backwards and forwards, hands on hips, breathing deeply, face tilted to the sky as he basked in the warm summer sun, regaining his composure.

Today he looked especially sexy. He was wearing a pair of pale blue Lycra sprint shorts that hugged his small round ass and disappeared into the crevice between his firm cheeks. The outline of his cock as it lay to one side, resting above his ample balls, was visible to the world.

He glanced over in my direction as I lay on the sun lounger. My cock began to swell but for once I didn’t try to hide it. It wasn’t fully hard, just swollen enough to make it look bigger than usual. As he couldn’t see my eyes he didn’t know if they were open or closed. I didn’t move and lay with my head back feigning sleep. The deception seemed to work and made him brave enough to let his eyes linger on my growing bulge as it stretched the thin material of my swimming trunks. After a few minutes he gave one last glance in my direction and walked off in the direction of his house.

As usual he had made me super horny and I went inside the empty house for a shower, enjoying a slow jerk eventually cumming in great spurts as I thought about him doing the same a short distance away in his own shower.

I got dressed and spent the rest of the day in the garden messing about with my bike and cleaning out the garage. As night fell the rest of the family returned home and I went inside to clean up for the evening meal.

As I came out of the bathroom I heard a light tap at the door. My mom opened the door and over her shoulder I could see Marcus’s mom. My heart gave a leap as all kinds of panicked thoughts ran through my mind. ‘Surely Marcus wouldn’t have said anything to his mum, would he?’ I thought. Immediately I started to plan my excuses, deciding that the best defence would be complete denial. After all, I hadn’t done anything. The thought calmed me down as I realized that I was panicking about what I had thought and not because of anything I had done. My mom turned to face me.

“Nathan, Marcus’s mom wants to talk to you.”

I began to panic again and blushed red. Walking towards the door I tried to compose myself and even managed an awkward smile.

“Yes?” I mumbled nervously, hearing my own voice, thin and high pitched.

She smiled at me reassuringly and said “Oh! I hope I’m not disturbing you. It’s just that Marcus tells me you’re really good with computers.”

I shrugged, surprised at what she had said and responded with a non-committal “Suppose so!”

“It’s just that Marcus is really struggling in college with the subject and I wondered if you could come over and give him some help? I can’t pay you, but you can have all the beer and sandwiches that you want.” She smiled.

At first I was dumbfounded, then I thought to ask, “Was this your idea or does Marcus want me to come over as well?”

“Oh yes! It was his idea!” she assured me.

We agreed that I would go over later that night, just to have a chat, get to know each other better, find out what he found difficult, and of course, have a couple of beers. His mum went off quite happy and I went in for dinner. I could hardly eat a thing as my stomach churned nervously. I spent the next hour watching the clock, willing the minute finger to move faster. At last 8pm arrived and I was stood on the doorstep of Marcus’s house ringing the bell. His mom came to the door to let me in.

“Thanks ever so much for this.” she enthused. “Marcus was really pleased when I told him you were coming. He’s been in his room for the last hour tidying up!” she laughed.

“Marcus!” She shouted up the stairs. “Nathan is here!”

We could hear some bumping and banging upstairs and then the soft thud of footsteps as Marcus ran from his bedroom and along the landing, stopping for a second, just out of sight at the top of the stairs, before appearing looking freshly showered and dressed in neatly pressed polo top and mid length shorts that showed his well tanned legs.

“Hi! Come up!” he called down, leaning over the banister.

“I’ll bring you up a couple of beers.” suggested his mom as I made my way up the stairs.

Marcus walked in front of me leading the way to his bedroom. The house was more or less the same layout as ours and Marcus had the same bedroom as I did, at the front of the house. I went over to the window to look at the turquoise sky and the orange glow on the horizon from the sun which had just set. I loved summer and this was one of those still warm nights with the smell of cut grass in the air and the sound of children being called in from the street after playing all day outside.

Marcus went over to his computer and switched it on.

“Your mum tells me that your having some problems with computers.” I said turning to look at him.

“Yeh!” He replied. “Well it’s not really computers, more the guy who teaches us. I really don’t get on with him. He’s a real jerk! He says I’m wilful, just because I want to do my Internet project my way instead of his way. I say he’s a bastard because he keeps marking me down for not doing what he wants, instead of assessing my work on it’s merits.”

I noticed a distant look on his face as he spoke that concerned me.

“What do you mean by ‘not doing what he wants’?” I asked.

“Just stuff.” he replied evasively

“So how can I help?” I asked, a little worried.

“I know you’re good at Internet stuff. Just help me to polish up my project and make it more professional, so that he doesn’t have a leg to stand on when the shit hits the fan!” He said, looking at me hopefully. “Can you do that?”

As he stood there before me, he looked so vulnerable and sweet that even if the answer had been ‘no’ I would have done my best to help him. As it was, it wasn’t a problem.

“Okay!” I said. “Deal!”

We sat down at the computer and he ran me through his project. His mom brought us up a couple of ice cold beers and we drank them down thirstily. I was sitting so close to him that the smell of his warm skin mixed with the smell of shower gel was turning me on, and I remembered my earlier fantasy in the shower.

Soon it was getting late and I had to go home. We said our goodbyes and arranged my next visit. I felt elated and couldn’t wait to get home and jerk off again, thinking about him. Over the next few weeks we saw a lot of each other and became good friends. Until, one night I was at his house as usual. The project had really been finished some time ago but he kept finding excuses to have me come over. Something would go wrong or he would want to change something. I had helped him correct the latest ‘error’ and was relaxing on his bed. He was sat in front of the computer playing a game, joystick in hand. He placed it in his lap, treating it like a cock and jerking it with a fake look of pleasure on his face, making groaning noises and bringing himself to a fake climax. I laughed and told him not too make so much noise.

“What will your mom think if she hears you?” I told him.

“My mom!” he laughed. “She wouldn’t care if we walked through the living room naked!” he said. “Anyway, she knows me by now.” he continued mysteriously.

He repeated his fake masturbating but this time making even more noise. I jumped off the bed and ran over to him.

“Sshhhh!” I said, covering his mouth with my hand.

He laughed and struggled free. We began to wrestle as I tried to stop him making sex noises and he took pleasure in scaring me. He pushed me back I fell onto the bed and he fell on top of me. By now I had a growing erection that I was trying in vain to hide. As I put my hands over his mouth he took hold of my wrists and pulled them away.

“Shhh! Stop!” I repeated.

The more I panicked the more he seemed to like the power it gave him over me. By now I was struggling weakly, my hard cock pressing against his hip. He took my arms and pushed them over my head.

If I had really tried I could have broken free but I was enjoying the contact too much. I resisted weakly repeating ‘Stop! Stop!, as he pushed me up the bed. He brought my hands together and pinned them above my head with one hand while unfastening and slipping off his belt with the other.

“What are you doing?” I said, in a low voice. “What if your mum comes in? Stop!”

He wrapped his soft leather belt around my wrists, using the buckle to tighten it. The other end he wrapped around the bed post, yanking it to make sure it was securely fastened.

“Okay, very funny!” I whispered. “Now let me go.”

I had my legs bent to try to hide my stiff cock. Standing up at the side of the bed he looked at me as if admiring his handiwork. A strange smile crossed his face and he leaned forward, placing his hands on my knees and pushed my legs flat. My boner was strained against the material of my trousers. Marcus looked at it still smiling, then he went over to a drawer and began to rummage.

“What are you doing! Let me go!” I said, in the loudest whisper I dared.

Instead he turned around, skipping rope in hand. ‘Oh my god! He’s serious’ I thought. The look of fear on my face just seemed to drive him on and he moved quickly to my feet, grabbing my ankles and expertly binding them before tying them to a bedpost at the bottom of the bed.

I felt really exposed and seriously began to worry about his mum walking through the door and seeing me tied up with a boner. But that was nothing compared to what came next. Once he had me securely tied he moved to the centre of the bed. Unfastening my trousers he slowly pulled them down. I wriggled and protested but it did no good. He pulled slowly bending my stiff cock which then released with a slap against my stomach. His eyes widened and I was powerless to do anything as he examined my throbbing member closely.

“You have a nice one!” He said. “Big, but not too big. Nice!” He repeated.

Not quite satisfied with my position, he pulled my pants down to my ankles and lifted my top up to my nipples. Gently he stroked my balls, hardly touching them before running a finger lightly over the length of my hard cock.

“I’m just going to go and get us a beer.” he said, smirking at the look of terror on my face. I watched in disbelief as he walked to the door and opened it. Before he left he stopped and turned saying,

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll just be a minute!”.

With that he left leaving the door wide open.

After a few minutes I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. There was no way to know who it was. Was it Marcus or his mom? I held my breath as the footsteps approached the door.

Marcus walked in carrying two beers and with a wide grin on his face. He closed the door behind himself and I began to breath again. The remarkable thing was, that during all this time I hadn’t lost my boner!

“Impressive!” he remarked.

“For fuck sake, are you crazy!” I said, half crazy myself with fear. I may have been scared but at the same time I was turned on and reveling in the fact that I was showing him my stiff cock and full balls and I didn’t have to feel guilty because it was all his doing. I felt absolved from all responsibility and tensed my buttocks expanding my cock and forcing a drop of pre-cum out of the tip. He touched his finger to the drop and then moved it to his mouth. Putting out his tongue he touched his finger to it, licking off the pre-cum.

“Yours is sweet!” he said.

He went to the light and turned it off. The room was illuminated by the computer screen and a tiny lamp that he had on his desk. In the semi dark he slowly began to strip. I looked at him hungrily as I struggled feebly and made whispered protests.

Taking his top off he threw it to the floor. He had used his belt to tie my hands so he only had to unfasten the top button of his trousers and they slid down easily. He wasn’t wearing shoes so he stepped out of the trousers and stood in front of me in spotless white sport socks and Calvin trunks. His cock was laid to one side and reached all the way to his hip bone. The head was clearly defined through the thin material and he rubbed it softly, closing his eyes.

He walked over to the bed and stood over me looking down at me, examining me and savoring his work. He checked my bindings and made them even more secure. Kneeling down at the side of the bed, level with my cock, he leaned over and flicked his tongue along its length. My whole body shivered and my cock expanded appreciatively as I took in a sharp breath. Then he moved up to my chest and tweaked one of my nipples. I squirmed away from his hand but he followed my movements and grasped the nipple more firmly and I felt a millisecond of pain before he released it.

“Ouch!” I complained.

“Don’t struggle and it won’t hurt!” he replied.

He tweaked my nipple again and this time I obeyed, not trying to struggle, instead, biting my lip as I felt a mix of pleasure and pain. He returned his attention to my cock and slapped it on the side making it swing and sending more shock-waves through my body. He then pulled it away from my stomach, stretching it and then released it, letting it flick back with a slapping sound. A soft moan escaped my lips as he repeated the action, ‘Slap, slap. Slap!’

“Stop! Please stop!” I said. “Your gonna make me cum!”

“We wouldn’t want that…. not yet!” he said, as he moved towards the top of the bed level with my head.

He pulled down the waistband of his underwear, slowly revealing the fact that he was completely shaved. His pole stood out like a baseball bat, fat and and long and his balls were pulled tight underneath it. He dropped his pants to the floor and took his fuck pole in his hand. He held it low down squeezing it and pushing his balls back to reveal it’s full length. Edging closer he placed the head near my mouth. Pushing it down against my lips, which I kept firmly closed.

“suck it!” he demanded. When I hesitated he tweaked my nipple once again and when I opened my mouth to say ‘ouch!’ he quickly pushed the head between my lips. I opened my mouth wider as he bent over, pushing the entire head into my moist, warm mouth. I groaned my protests, unable to speak and, ignoring me, he pushed it further in. I worked my tongue over the glans as I enjoyed the feeling of a hard, smooth cock in my mouth for the first time.

After a few seconds he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself, one leg either side of my chest. Taking hold of the bed head for support he leaned forward and pushed his cock once again into my mouth. I worked my tongue over the tip as I again groaned my resistance weakly. He began to fuck my face, pushing deeper into my mouth and eventually making me gag. He didn’t stop. Instead he increased his rhythm. I was just beginning to think I was going to choke on his cock when he pulled it out, gasping.

Spinning round he bent over into a 69 position and took my cock into his mouth. He seemed to have no gag reflex and took it deep into his throat. I had never felt anything like it and almost began to cum.

“Stop! Stop!” I begged desperately, this time for real but for different reasons. I didn’t want it to end yet.

Stopping he sat up bringing his ass into contact with my face. I pushed my tongue out and felt for his hole, just as I had seen in some of my favorite porno films. He was immaculately clean. The only smell was of mild soap. He had no hair at all and my tongue soon lubed his crack and began to slide in and out of his puckered hole. He groaned in pleasure and leaned forward rubbing his bristly head of hair against my glans making me groan as well.

When he was well lubed he spun around once again and without any hesitating positioned himself over my rod of hot flesh, rubbing the tip teasingly against his lubed hole. Without thinking, I lifted my hips trying to enter him but he lifted away from me.

“So… You want it after all!” he grinned.

Moving forward he sat on my stomach and placed my cock between his cheeks. He tensed them squeezing my cock. He reached back with his right hand pushing my throbbing member deeper into the crack, rubbing it along its full length. With his left hand he took hold of his own shaved cock and began to stroke it slowly. I gazed at him transfixed. Even in the half light I could see that his face was flushed with sex. He licked his lips and closed he eyes.

I began to pump my hips in time with his strokes, sliding my boner up and down the length of his crack. He began to move gently up and down increasing the effectiveness of my thrusts. I looked with awe at his well defined but lightly muscled six pack. I wanted to lick him all over, feel his skin against mine but above all, I wanted to fuck him.

His breathing was becoming erratic and I could tell that he was getting close to climax. I increased the rhythm of my pumping hips letting go of all pretense. He stroked his cock harder and opened his eyes to look at me.

“I can’t hold it much longer!” he groaned.

“Me neither!” I gasped, breathless with the physical effort of pumping my hips high off the bed.

I began to feel the first tingle as my balls pulled up tight against my cock. He now grasped it firmly in his hand and began to jerk me off furiously, I bit my lip, but I couldn’t suppress loud moan as I new I was just seconds away from spraying him with cum.

“Can’t hold it! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He wispered.

By now I couldn’t even speak as I began to buck wildly. Cum spewed out of my cock in great streams, most of it spraying his back. As I emptied my load over him he threw his head back and stopped jerking his cock, instead grasping it at the base as the first streamer of cum spattered on my chest. The second reached my face and I opened my mouth trying to catch some of it. The third was right on target and I felt the salty/sweet taste of his cum for the first, but not the last, time.

As the waves of our orgasms began to subside we heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Marcus leaped off the bed and ran to the door, taking hold of the handle in his hand so that his mother couldn’t turn it. Even in my state of complete panic I noticed my cum begin to trickle down his back and disappear between his cheeks. The footsteps came along the landing and stopped outside the door. My face must have been a picture as I desperately tried to work my way free and he hung onto the door handle with both hands. There was a light tap and we froze. I could imagine Marcus’s mum with her ear pressed to the door.

“Are you boys okay!” She asked in her usual motherly way. “Do you need anything, because I’m going to bed now!”

Marcus cleared his throat. “No mom, were fine!” he managed to say.

“Okay, good night then boys.”

“Good night!” we chimed in unison, both trying to sound as innocent as possible.

We waited a few seconds, until we heard the sound of her bedroom door closing and then both burst out laughing. Even as we laughed, I knew that this marked the beginning of a new and dangerous phase in my relationship with Marcus, and it excited me.

 

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