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This is not goodbye but another voyage of discovery.....farewell John. Bon voyage
I was about 26 years old when I ran into an old high school friend of mine at a gay bar on a Saturday night. He was there with his girlfriend, apparently looking to score some drugs. His name was Larry. He was kind of on the thin side, but super cute. I had a mild crush on him back in high school. I don't remember Larry's girlfriend's name, but she was not very attractive, I don't want to seem cruel, but Larry could have done a lot better than her. She was also super drunk. I myself was feeling pretty good, but still in control and Larry was about the same. So I sat down at the table with them and we chatted and drank beer for a while.
I was sitting on the same side of the table with Larry. His girlfriend was on the other side. I rarely make passes at guys, even in gay bars and especially not at straight guys, but I was losing my inhibitions so I reached under the table and put my hand on Larry's leg. He didn't stop me, so I started rubbing the inside of his thigh. He continued on like nothing was happening. He then started doing the same thing to me. The girlfriend was completely oblivious.
At some point in time, Larry suggested we all go back to my place. I didn't have a car, so we rode in the girlfriends car with her driving. Nothing bad happened on the drive to my place, luckily, but she was so far gone that I don't think the car exceeded 15 mph the whole way back to my house. At the time, I was living in the basement of my grandmother's empty home as a house sitter while it was on the market. She had remarried and moved out. I had the entire house to myself. The house was mostly unfurnished except for the basement where I lived.
The three of us went down to the basement. The girlfriend sat down on the couch where she immediately passed out. Then Larry said he was hungry and suggested we go upstairs to the kitchen and see what's in the fridge. As soon as we got upstairs, Larry grabbed me, turned me toward him and started kissing me hard. I was surprised, but I started kissing him back. When we stopped kissing, I suggested we go to my bedroom in the basement. He said no, because it was too close to his girlfriend. I then suggested we go to an upstairs bedroom where there still was a single bed that hadn't been moved yet. He said yes, but before we went upstairs, Larry locked the door to the basement. He was super paranoid that his girlfriend would wake up and come looking for him and I guess he didn't want her to see him in bed with another guy.
We went upstairs and got completely naked. We were both hard as rocks and his cock was about the same size as my cock, which I loved because at the time I was self conscious about the size of my dick. He also had a very hot body. He was lean and had a well defined chest. We got onto the bed which was just a bare mattress without any sheets. We jacked each others dicks and rubbed up against each other and kissed. At one point he pressed his butt cheeks up against my dick and said he wanted me to fuck him. I told him I could run downstairs really quick to get a condom and lube, but he was afraid I would wake the gf. At this point, maybe 15 or 20 minutes had gone by since we left the basement and Larry was getting worried that his girlfriend was going to wake up. Neither one of us had cum yet, but he was wanting to get back to the basement.
Larry got out of bed and was going to put his clothes back on. I told him I needed to get off first, so I just started jacking off really fast while laying on the mattress with him naked standing over me. Then he started jacking off really fast too. A few minutes later, Larry shot his load right on my cock and hand and then I used his jiz as lube and started sliding my hand up and down my cock. He started tickling my balls with his hand and I came immediately, shooting across my chest and onto the mattress. We got dressed and went back down to the basement where the girlfriend was still sound asleep. He woke her up and they left. Unfortunately, I never ran into Larry again.
For several weeks after that, I was kind of hoping Larry would find his way back to my house without the girlfriend and then let me fuck him. He probably had no idea where I lived. I suspect the real reason he was at that gay bar was because he was curious. I hope I satisfied his curiosity at least just a little bit.
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Someone can open my mind ?
Thank's,
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Gefesselt mit Hand- und Fußschellen werde ich vor die Eingangstür, eine Feuerschutztür, mit Sicherheitsschloss ohne Klinke eines unbeleuchteten Gebäudes gezerrt. Die Stahltür wird geöffnet. In einem kleinen Vorraum, dessen Ende eine Gittertür bildet sind an den Wänden in Kopfhöhe Haken auf der anderen Seite Stahlschränke. Hier muss ich meine enge Jeans, T-Shirt, Socken, Turnschuhe und Tanga ausziehen. Die Sachen kommen in einen Stahlschrank. Meine Handschellen werden in einen der Haken eingehängt. Der große sehnige Master mit kurzen Ledershorts und nacktem muskulösem Oberkörper, der in einem Lederharness mit Ketten über Brust und Rücken geht, schließt die Gittertür. Ich bin allein. Mein Herz klopft aufgeregt. Obwohl mir kalt ist, bricht mir der Angstschweiß aus allen Poren. Ich werde vom Haken genommen und hinter die Gittertür geführt. Der Raum ist ein am Boden und zwei Wänden gefliest, mit Bodenentwässerung, Wasserhähnen, PP- und Toilettenbecken sowie Brauseköpfen an der Decke. Eisenstäbe trennen den Raum und sind auch an Decke und Wänden. Die Handschellen werden mir abgenommen, aber meine Arme auf den Rücken mit Eisenringen gebunden. Ein Haken eingeklinkt und meine nach hinten gebogene Arme nach oben gezogen.
Die Fußschellen werden mit einer Spreizstange vertauscht. Ich stehe auf Zehenspitzen an der Kette nach oben gekrümmt im Raum. Ein nackter, verstriemter Sklave erscheint und erhält dem Befehl mich vorzubereiten. Der Junge, dem Eisenringe an Hals, Hand- und Fußgelenken sowie um Penis und Hoden angelegt sind, dreht einen Wasserhahn auf, an dem ein Schlauch angeschlossen ist. Mit einem kalten Wasserstrahl spritzt mich der Sklave in meiner unbequemen Stellung ab. Dann seift er mich ein und rasiert meinen Körper. Danach werde ich noch innen mit einer Sonde mehrmals gespült und zum Schluss nochmals mit hartem Strahl abgespritzt. Dann lässt er mich allein. Mich fröstelt. Der Sklave kommt mit einem Krug Öl zurück und ölt mich am gesamten Körper gründlich mit seinen Händen ein. Dann verlässt er mich wieder. Der Raum hat keine Fenster, an der Decke sind Leuchtstofflampen. Außenwände und Boden gefliest. Durch die Eisenstäbe erkenne ich an den Wänden: Andreaskreuze, Strafkreuze, Gestelle mit Haken und Ketten, alles aus dickem Holz oder Stahl, Ketten hängen von der Decke. Der große schwarzhaarige Master kommt zurück. Er hält eine 9-striemige Katze in der Hand. „Deine Begrüßung! – Du Sau“ zischt er mich an und schon spüre ich fürchterliche Hiebe auf meinem Po und Rücken. Die Schläge sind hart und unerbittlich. Nach 50 hört er auf, lässt meine Arme herunter, löst die Spreizstange an meinen Füßen und schleift mich auf das in der Mitte des Raumes befindliche, ca. ein Meter hohe, Podest. Darauf stehen ein großes Holzkreuz mit Haken und Ösen, eine hölzerne große Streckbank mit großer Holzwalze mit Speichen zum Drehen, ein Bock, Stahlkäfig und Pranger. Er löst meine Hände voneinander und lässt mich auf einen Holzschemel steigen. Ich muss meine Arme ausbreiten. Er hängt meine um die Handgelenke befestigten Eisenringe in Ösen ans Kreuz. Dann stößt er den Schemel weg. Mit einem Ruck hänge ich. Nun nimmt er meine Füße und hängt die Eisen an meinen Gelenken in Hüfthöhe in Haken auf der Rückseite des Stammes. Ich winde mich im Schmerz. Er geht und ich hänge an meinen Gelenken. Schweiß strömt aus allen Poren. Meine Sehnen, Muskeln und Adern treten aus der glänzenden sonnengebräunten Haut hervor, als wenn sie reißen oder zerplatzen wollten. ...
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