Ben is Searching for Sex Ch. 02

It was the early 1970' and I'd met Chris, a sexy, fellow twenty-something at a sauna in the West End of London. After we'd been involved in a hot threesome with an older guy, Chris had invited me back to his place in the East End with a promise of a dominating night.

As we walked out of the Upton Park Underground station, I quietly fantasized about our upcoming session, wondering how long it would take for the fun to start. But it came as a real shock when, just two minutes after leaving the station, he led me down a dark alleyway and shoved me into an alcove, out of sight of anyone walking along the street.

Pressed up against the wall, I stood submissively still, letting him undo my jacket and pull my shirt up, exposing my chest. His insistent tongue pushed its way into my willing mouth as he squeezed and twisted my outsized nipples, subjecting them to a grueling round of tit torture even more intense than what he'd done to them back at Trevor's flat. Once he'd reduced me to a whimpering mess, he placed his hands on my shoulders and shoved me down to my knees.

Pulling down his zipper, he dug his stiff cock out, slapping it back and forth across my face a few times before shoving it into my waiting, open mouth. This was a sex fantasy come true; on my knees in the dark, jammed up against a brick wall in a semi-public place while a stud face-fucked me! Overcome with excitement I concentrated on sucking the beautiful dick in front of me while fumbling my own stiff cock from out of my trousers in order to wank off.

Rationally, I knew I shouldn't be cumming this quickly, but the scent and taste of him and the sheer danger of this crazy scene made me overexcited and careless. I might have cum right there and then if Chris hadn't seen what I was up to and given my balls a warning tap with his boot, causing me to gasp out loud and double over. The blow didn't really hurt that bad, my reaction was more out of surprise than anything, but it got him worried and he instantly apologized.

"Christ, mate! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you; but you were getting too bloody close there. I don't want you cumming this early; we've got a long night ahead."

"Sorry, I was being stupid. I getting too close, but everything was so fucking sexy I couldn't help myself."

"That's OK. Get up and zip it up. Let's get moving; follow me home, you randy bugger, when we get there we'll see if you can take what I dish out."

Five minutes later we'd entered a nice looking terraced home and were climbing the stairs to the back bedroom. Noticing the doors to two other bedrooms, I remembered him saying back at the pub that he lived with his Mum. I figured she must be away for the evening, or he wouldn't be bringing me home for BDSM sex; not with his mother just down the hall, surely!

But when I asked, he said not to worry; there wouldn't be any interruptions since she took her hearing aids out when she went to bed!

"She's deaf as a post without them, can't hear a thing. I've brought a couple of real screamers home and she never noticed."

That sounded crazy, and if my cock wasn't making every one of my decisions that night, I would have turned around there and then, and walked out the door. But, I rationalized, it was his Mum, she didn't know me from Adam and he'd be the one in trouble if we were found out. Mentally shrugging my shoulders I followed him into his bedroom, where he put his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes.

"OK, listen up, mate. No whining, no giggling, no wriggling; this is a serious session. But if anything gets too much, say RED and I'll stop. Got it?"

"Absolutely; I promise I'll behave."

"You'd better, or I'll shove you out the door in the middle of the night. OK, get them clothes off."

He sat on the edge of his bed, silently watching as I undressed hastily and piled my clothes neatly out of the way. Standing naked before him, I whimpered softly when he reached out to grab hold of my erected cock. Standing up, he pulled on it gently, gathering up a blob of precum from its tip which he brought to my lips.

"Taste good does it, mate? But you know what else tastes good? My boots. Get down and lick 'em."

I dropped to my knees and leant forward to plant kisses on the toes of each of his highly polished black boots in turn, spending spent the next few minutes polishing them to a high sheen with my tongue.

Once I'd worked my tongue around both boots well enough to satisfy him, he told me to tug both them and his socks off. While I did that, he pulled his own shirt off, shoved his trousers down past his knees and got me to pull them the rest of the way off. Once done, I was rewarded with the sight of his hot body dressed in just sexy white briefs.

I knelt in front of him, staring hopefully at the big lump hiding under those briefs, desperate to take his cock in my mouth again. Instead, I was kept on tenterhooks for what felt like ages before he allowed me to lean forward and lick his cock, but still through its white cotton covering. I rolled my tongue back and forth along its length, soaking his underwear with so much saliva that it turned transparent, eventually earning me his permission to do more.

"All right, pull them off and suck it."

Instantly, I jerked his pants down and started; taking each of his balls in my mouth separately before crowding them together in my mouth, licking all the way down the length of his cock; swallowing mouthfuls of the precum that leaked from its tip, and eventually arriving at the main event. Wrapping my lips around his big hard cock, I took him all the way to the back of my throat, going backwards and forwards on it, frenziedly gagging and half-choking myself.

The sound of heavy breathing told me how much he was enjoying my work, as did the taste of precum on my tongue. I got more proof of his excitement when he pulled his rock-hard dick out and slapped my face, back and forth a few times. After he shoved it back down my throat, I begged for a repeat,

"Oh fuck, that was so fucking hot, do it again, please."

He grinned at me, more than happy to do what I begged for, and alternated cock slapping with cock sucking for the next few minutes. It was so exciting that I was forced to hold my hands behind my back, afraid that just touching my cock would result in the orgasm that had been threatening ever since the scene in the alley.

He told me later that the way I responded to tit torture and my instant obedience when told to lick his boots had been good signs, but seeing the look in my eyes while he cock-slapped me was proof of how submissive I really was. He could see how eager I was to be dominated; from them on he knew I'd let him do whatever he wanted.

And what he wanted at that moment, more than having his cock sucked, was to use it to fuck my ass. He withdrew from my throat, and leant over to open a drawer in his bedside table. Pulling me to my feet and buckling my wrists together with steel cuffs, he spent the next few minutes twisting my tits, squeezing my balls and slapping them with the back of his hand, stopping now and then to hug me and kiss me deeply. Kept in a state of total arousal, the string of precum oozing constantly from the tip of my dick was proof enough of the extent of my excitement.

In order to keep me from falling over the edge, he was careful to stop and pull away each time he got me too close; leaving my poor disappointed cock bouncing up and down in the air, hoping for the final touch that he refused to give it!

After played with me for a torturously long time, eliciting more and more desperate moans getting louder and louder, he picked his boot socks up off the floor, stuffed one into my mouth and stopped me spitting it out by tying the other around my head. Having thoroughly gagged me, I saw an evil grin on his face when he stared into my eyes.

"Hope you like 'em. I've been wearing them for a couple of days. I figured I'd eventually find someone who'd appreciate the taste."

Laughing at the disgusted look on my face, he shoved me backwards onto the bed, landing on my cuffed wrists. Lying in newly enforced silence, happy to find the taste of his socks actually arousing rather than disgusting, I watched him poke around in the bedside table drawer, looking for more useful items to use on me.

He came up with a length of thin rawhide that he wound tightly around my oversized balls, pulling them down and away, leaving them in a perfect position for slaps with the back of his hand. He gave them a few blows, which only made my dick harder, then ranged further up my body and worked on my tits, before rolling me over onto my stomach. That excited me; surely that meant he was about to fuck me!

And he didn't disappoint. Putting on a pair of thin leather gloves, he dipped his fingers in a jar of lube and rubbed them up and down my crack. He was deliberately tantalizing, circling my hole but not entering it, ensuring I got hot and bothered. When I tried to make myself understood by begging him through the sock gag, I earnt myself half a dozen hard slaps on the bum and a gloating voice in my ear,

"Speak up, cock sucker; what're you trying to tell me? Want something to plug that fat arse?"

When I responded with frantic nodding, he decided he'd messed with me long enough. Starting with a finger in my hole he simultaneously slid his other hand under my chest and resumed work on my nipples. The tit torture helped divert my attention as he gradually inserted one, then two, then three fingers in me, thoroughly greasing and loosening my passageway, making it more than ready for him to fuck me for the second time that evening.

Using his knees to shove my legs far apart, he lay on top of me and used his greasy hand to guide the tip of his cock into my eager hole. I relaxed my muscles as much as I could and was rewarded with the feel of his steel hard dick popping through my first ring. He was relentless, not stopping until he had his entire length in me, but staying motionless for a minute or so to let me take some deep breaths, while I got used to having what felt like a log shoved up my bum. Slowly, he began thrusting up and down within me, and I pushed my bum up to meet him, begging him for more with muffled whimpers.

My needy acceptance and his own excited enthusiasm turned what began as a careful, slow motion fuck into a fast, sweaty, rough pummeling, as he constantly pulled all the way our and rammed himself back in, caressing my prostate each and every time he passed over it.              

This was what I'd been hoping would happen for months and now that I was getting it; I didn't want it to end. It was just as well he'd gagged me with his sweaty boot socks; otherwise my muffled screams of delight might have been loud enough to wake even his hard-of-hearing Mum down the hall.

I could feel the sheet under me getting soaked with my precum, making me worry that I'd have an orgasm just from being fucked. I was so helplessly aroused that there was no way of stopping the inevitable which was getting closer and closer. But just as I felt an orgasm making it its final approach with cum bubbling up inside, he beat me to the punch. Suddenly, with no warning, Chris stopped in mid stroke, and shouted out a loud "Aaah" while pumping a massive load of cum in me; he just couldn't stop himself.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he collapsed on me, pinning me to the mattress with his cock still inside me while he enjoyed a post-orgasmic doze. Left high and dry, as horny as hell, I was desperate for an orgasm of my own. However, the combination of the gag, my hands cuffed behind my back and the weight of his relaxed body on my back gave me no chance. All I could do, randy as hell as I was, was lie still and wait for his next move.

I lay fantasizing about him turning me over, grabbing hold of my leaky dick and giving me a happy ending of my own. But instead, after shaking off his doziness, he left my needy cock alone and picked out a butt plug instead. And not any old butt-plug either; seeing it in his hand, I was sure it was the biggest thing I'd taken up my ass in my sex life up to that point.

I drew a deep breath and kept still, trying to relax my ass muscles as much as I could when he aimed it at my greasy hole. At first, despite my collaboration and his determined pressure, it hardly moved; which wasn't surprising, since it felt like he was shoving the flat end of a cricket bat into me. But he kept pressing, dripping more lube into the hole as he did so, and after a painfully long time my body gave in, the widest part of the plug breaching my inner muscle and trapping the whole thing inside me.

He played with it for a while, tapping on it, pulling on it, and corkscrewing it around, while watching me squirm around on the mattress. Once he noticed me attempting to get myself off by rubbing my stiff cock on the sheet underneath me, he rolled over onto my back and wagged his finger in my face.

"No cumming for you yet, you randy bugger, not for a while."

Leaving my wrists cuffed behind my back, he untied the sock around my head, extracted its twin from my mouth and propped my head up on a pillow. After letting me take in a few deep breaths, he climbed up on the bed, placed his knees on either side of my chest, shoved his cock back between my lips and ordered me to lick him clean.

Since I'd done a thorough job of cleaning myself out before leaving my college dorm that morning, the taste turned out to be a sexy mixture of sweat, lube and cum. I attacked my task with enthusiasm, licking and swallowing his cock, which had grown rock-hard again even after cumming less than fifteen minutes before. After I'd soaked his balls with saliva and licked my way along his taint, he bumped along my prone body and sat his ass down on my face.

"Come on, dirty boy, more work for that tongue of yours."

I swiped my tongue up and down his crack then up into him, enjoying the sexy male taste and happy to hear his satisfied moans. He let me lick his hole for some minutes before retreating down my chest and returning his dick to my eager mouth.

That was just the start; we spent the next hour with me being used in so many ways; he worked me over and kept me aroused while never letting me get close to the orgasm that I craved.

He pulled and twisted my tits: he slapped and squeezed my bound-up balls; he stood me up, pushed my face into his sweaty pits and let me lick them clean, then dropped me back onto the bed, rubbing his feet all over my face, forcing his toes into my mouth, sitting on my face and turning his body around, shoving his cock back into my willing mouth. He did all of this again and again, eventually dragging me across the bed until my head was hanging upside down over the side of the mattress.

Standing in front of my face, he resumed manhandling my tits and balls, while thrusting his cock down my throat. Handling me like a rag doll, he pulled out and twisted my body around, arranging me on my back and holding my legs up in the air. He lubed his cock thoroughly, rested my ankles onto his shoulders and tugged the butt plug out of me, substituting his own greasy prong for it in the gaping hole.

It had been over an hour since his first orgasm, which made it easier to hold off and not repeat the unexpected explosion that had filled me earlier. The terrific virility of this healthy young man ensured he could keep fucking with a rock-hard cock. He kept up a steady rhythm, fast and slow, pulling out and shoving straight back in, while rubbing up against my prostate, forcing ropes of pre cum to leak from my own dick

Sweating profusely, he pounded away for minutes on end, while I lay helpless under him with cuffed wrists and bound-up balls, desperate for an orgasm that seemed so far away. Staring down at me as he pumped away, he could tell from my stiff cock and the glistening mess of precum on my stomach, that I was desperate for relief. But he just grinned and shook his head when I started begging.

"Please, the cuffs are digging into my back and my wrists are really hurting. If you take 'em off, I promise I'll keep my hands behind my back, really I will."

"Bad luck, Benny, that ain't happening. I like you the way you are, all randy and desperate."

"Oh come on Chris, take the cuffs off. I won't wank off until you're finished, I promise."

Not surprisingly, Chris saw through that right away.

"Ah come off it, mate. We both know the minute you get close, you won't be able to keep your hands off."

He was right of course, and when I continued to beg, he shut me up by shoving his sweaty sock back in my mouth.

With me silenced, he pushed my body away from the edge of the bed and rolled my legs back up over my head. With my hips and ass up in the air and my cock pointing down at my face, he plunged into me again, pistoning his cock in and out of my asshole, finding a bunch of different angles and hitting a whole new set of places.

Doubled-over and overpowered, all I could do was stare at a line of precum dribbling off the tip of my cock and wait for him to give me the orgasm I deserved. But just as before, he came first, though he did give plenty of warning this time.

Staring into my eyes while speeding up his fucking motion, he banged his hips against my bum and shoved his cock deeper and deeper into me, until the moment he stopped moving and gasped out a warning.

"Bloody hell, man, you're so bloody tight, you're squeezing it out of me. Get ready, I'm cumming."

A few moments later he cried out "Fuck Yes!" and exploded with his second load since we'd got home. Slowing down and withdrawing quickly, he shoved the butt plug back up into me before my hole had a chance to close up. Not surprisingly, unlike the trouble he'd had getting it in earlier, it popped straight in without a struggle this time, a tribute to the loosening effect of a thorough fucking!

Once he let my legs down and headed to the bathroom, I looked around and saw an alarm clock on the bedside table, which told me it was already two in the morning and that we'd been going at it for three hours. Exhausted, I still desperately needed the orgasm that he hadn't let me have. When was he going to let me cum?

Thankfully, I got my answer the minute he returned from the bathroom. Lying down behind me and turning me on my side, he pulled me against him, with his arms around me and grabbed hold of my nipples, knowing that tit work was the surest way to excite me. The moment I felt his hot, sweaty body pressing up against me, my tired cock, which had begun to soften slightly, roared back to hardness. With me excited, he pushed me over onto my back and lay next to me, working my tits and wanking my dick. Not surprisingly, it wasn't long before my stomach and chest were covered with semen and I'd almost fainted from the excitement of having an orgasm denied for so long.

He took the cuffs off, untied the rawhide from around my balls, and tugged the sock gag out of my mouth. We lay at rest for a few minutes until he suggested I clean up before we got some rest. In the bathroom I gingerly pulled the butt plug out of my ass and washed the cum off my body, then joined him in bed, snuggling up to him, playing the small spoon to his big spoon; instantly falling into a deep sleep, dreaming of what would happen in the morning.

To be continued....