Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2005 04:49:20 +0000 (GMT)
From: alx mann <alxxmann@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Letter Box Game

An original story by Alex Mann.

The note in the letterbox said "Come around the back of the house and
have a shower". Whenever I walked past my friend's house, if I found a
note in his letterbox addressed to me, I knew he was horny for sex.
Sometimes there was a note, sometimes there wasn't. This time it was
"Game on".  My friend was always creative when it came to having fun.
We'd had sex many times before, and the anticipation of finding a note
in his letterbox addressed to me made me hard. I felt like a teenager,
horny at the mere thought of getting laid.

The game was simple. I just followed the directions in the notes. My
friend always had it planned, and I never knew what lay ahead. I entered
the house as instructed and undressed before taking a shower. The
bathroom was empty and a note on the door said to leave my clothes
outside, and leave the door open. My friend liked to watch. I was always
self conscious that my cock was hard when taking a shower in his
bathroom. I knew he was watching, but could never see him. He loved to
suck my cock and play with my arse. I loved it too. I washed and washed
until I smelt as sweet as field of roses. I hoped I was turning him on

When I finished, a towel had appeared in the steamy bathroom, and as I
unfolded it, I noticed that my clothes were gone. Folded in the towel was
a note, a blindfold (the type used to sleep on an airplane), a cock ring
with ball separators, a very hot looking jockstrap with press-studs at
the side and a pair of striped sheer lycra shorts with the words "Toy
Hole -- Enter Here" printed on the buttocks. The seams on the outside
leg of the shorts were both closed with zippers.

The note said,"Dry off, wear the cock ring, snap on the ball separator,
pull on the jock strap and finally the shorts. Hang the blindfold around
your neck. Leave the bathroom when done".

It was hard to do what the note was asking, as I was so hard. I needed to
calm down and take a few breaths. I tried to relax, did some yoga
stretching and settled my explosive thoughts. I was able to dry myself
and tugged the ring over my cock with a little heaving. The ball
separator was more difficult, but after some deep breaths and it was
done. I love the ball separator, but really do need to put it on before
aroused. It makes my balls so huge and sensitive...as my friend knows. He
knows the buttons to push. It must have been funny to watch as I tried to
put my huge package into the jockstrap. With the lycra shorts over the
whole lot, there was no doubt I was looking for some action.

With the blindfold around my neck, I left the bathroom and found a note
on the wall. "Walk outside and put the blindfold on". Great, I thought.
"Outside" wasn't real private, and there was no doubt by my appearance
as to what my agenda was for the afternoon.    But the game insisted I
follow the rules, and I had never been disappointed before. So, I walked
outside and put the blindfold on. I stood there wondering what was next.
I felt the sun on my back and heard the breeze in the trees.

Eventually I heard my friend's voice behind me. "Don't turn around.
I'm just looking. You look hot...very hot". He sprayed a mist of cool
water on my back, then on my thighs and over my chest. He chilled it some
more and sprayed it on my throbbing groin. I needed it...it was some
relief.

Eventually, he led me away, somewhere indoors. I couldn't see, and
became excited with anticipation. As we walked a few feet, I heard the
sounds of outside slip away and a door close behind me.  I was bent over
a chair or bench. I was able to kneel on the floor, but the cushion of
the seat supported by upper body. I imagine I was facing the floor.
"Relax" I was told, and headphones covered my ears, playing the
classics of Mozart and Beethoven, mixed with the sounds of someone having
hot sex. I thought it sounded like me...

My wrists were restrained to the legs of the chair near the floor in
front of me. My legs, spread and bound with duct tape above the knee to
the chair legs at the back.

I relaxed. I knew there was nothing I could do but let my friend have
control. He knew this game and knew what I liked. He loved the game.

I felt the zippers on the shorts being undone and realized this was how
he could remove the shorts while my legs were bound. I should have paid
more attention to the jock strap. It had studs...I remember...but can it be
removed while I'm bound?? I cursed myself for not taking more notice
when my thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of lube being spread
over my hole. I gasped. It was sensational. Cooling and comforting. My
friend stopped. Then he forced a gag into my mouth, flavored with lube.
He remembered that I can get a bit noisy. I didn't know where we were,
but the neighbours could have been close. This was not so much of a
surprise, as he had gagged me before for the same reason ...we both
thought it a good idea. But this felt like a different gag. It protruded
into my mouth and I could hold it between my teeth. It was very
comfortable, I thought...probably purpose built...and there seemed to be an
arrangement that extended from the gag outside of my mouth, across my
cheeks and latched behind my head. This was excellent, as I knew it would
hold in place if I started to get noisy.

He began to massage the outside of my hole and gently, ever so gently,
slowly worked his finger into my arse. I groaned, but hardly made a sound
as the gag did its job. The music and sounds of sex in my ears lifted me
away to a place of erotic contentment. I could feel my cock was hard in
the jockstrap. The cock ring was grasping at my engorged rod. I knew it
was huge. The massage continued. I felt my friend's breath on my fiery
arse. Sometimes it was hot, sometimes cool. I felt his tongue as he
spread my butt cheeks and inserted something fine into my butt. I
couldn't tell what it was, until I felt something filling me inside and
lube started oozing from my arse down onto my balls. He was squeezing
lube into my hole. This was a new game....

I took my thoughts away; trying to distance myself from the ecstasy I
knew was to come. He inserted his finger, and with the skill of a
therapist, gently started massaging my prostate, the male G-spot. It
seemed like ten minutes of hot coals and cold showers. I traveled the
universe and back again. I was horny, but he wasn't touching my cock. It
felt like orgasm, but it wasn't. My jockstrap started to get damp. Was I
cumming? No, this was different...this was like he was coaxing my cum out
of my cock without making me orgasm! Is this possible? He felt my cock
and found it wet. Then there were two fingers in my arse, stroking my cum
glands, making me groan and writhe. I needed to cum, but this stroking
had some power over me. I needed to orgasm, but the massage seemed to
both stop it and force me to want it. I was sweating. The dampness felt
as if I had climaxed in my pants without the throbbing buckets of cum and
ecstasy that goes with it.

After another 5 minutes, the massage stopped. I was helpless with
exhaustion and frustrated with not cumming. I had climaxed without the
climax. I was angry and bitter. I wanted the good stuff...the rush of
hormones...
I hated the music.

By now I guessed my arse was a gaping open hole and expected my friend to
finally fuck me to satisfy himself. Instead, I felt him plug my arse with
a butt plug. I groaned as I felt the mix of agony and ecstasy again as it
slid by my prostate. Then, I realized the jockstrap was gone. It was like
the shorts. I don't know when it happened. Maybe I passed out. Now I
realized I had no idea of how long my friend had been working on my arse
. Something snapped onto my cockring and a strap clipped between my
buttocks to a belt a round my waist to hold the butt plug in place.
"Plugged at both ends" I thought, and tried not to consider what might
be awaiting my piss hole.

My wrists were untied and my legs unbound, I had trouble standing and
walking. I was led forward, the head phones removed, but with each step,
the buttplug rubbed against my cum glands again and I could do little
more than crawl. It was as if the orgasm I missed was being fed to me bit
by bit. I was collared like a dog and pulled along with a lead, but that
didn't work. My friend pinched my nipples and urged me forward, tugging.
The pain of the pinching subsided as I moved forward; the orgasm in my
arse collapsed me as I took each step. I was breathing hard, biting hard
on the gag, groaning like an animal. Again, pinched nipples until I took
a step, collapsing as the walls of my arse heaved with spasm. I wanted to
cum, I wanted to piss, I wanted to suck cock...

I screamed as my nipples were pinched, and groaned as I took a step. My
friend was urging me on like a dog: "Come on boy, that's it. Your arse
it so hot, I want to suck you dry"

Finally I was on a bed, blindfolded, facing up, not knowing what to feel.
I think my cock was limp, I couldn't tell. On the bed, my hands were
tied over my head, my legs spread to the side and bound. I just laid
there. Then I felt some pressure on my gag. Was it being removed? No. I
could tell. I tasted lube around my chin and in my mouth, and felt
pressure again on my gag. Then a moment later, my friend removed the
blindfold. I couldn't see at first. It was the first time I had seen him
since entering his house. I was bewildered until I recognized what I saw.
He was kneeling with his knees on either side on my face by my ears,
squatting with his arse over my head, facing the head of the bed, his
enormous cock standing above my face. The gag I was wearing had an
attachment out to the front. It was a dildo gag! I couldn't believe what
was happening. My friend squatted over my face, his arse on direct target
for the dildo I was effectively holding in my mouth.

I thought back to when he first gagged me with this, bent over the chair.
How I staggered to the bed. I was his very own human dildo fuck toy right
from the start.

I watched as he lowered his hole onto the glistening arse-fucker 6 inches
from my face. 5 inches... 4 inches...The lube dripped down upon me as I was
teased with his hungry hole slowly and gently working its way down the
ridged rubber. I was desperate to taste his balls hanging an inch above
me, to have his cock thrust deep into my throat. I'd forgotten how big
his own cock was, and yearned for the times I'd had his entire rod inside
me. Instead, I was to watch the best show in town as he worked his way
slowly up and down the dildo that was gagging me.

When he was loose enough, the whole dildo was in his arse, with his balls
resting over my eyes, his cock rising above my face. Then he slid about 2
thirds up the dildo and lowered himself again.  I watched it all. His
arse twitched as the ridges made their way inside him. Again he lifted
himself away from my face, the rubber cock still in his hole about 2
inches. He began to gyrate, now with the head of the dildo massaging his
own G-spot. I was panicked. I wanted him to cum inside me, not explode
all over the wall behind me. I started to protest, but my moans sent
vibrations up the dildo and caused a minor frenzy.  Then I remember what
he did to me, how the cum was milked from me without climaxing. After
about ten minutes of watching his cock hover over me while I held the
dildo between my teeth and he auto fucked his arse with my face, his cock
started getting wet with his milk. I could feel myself getting hard. My
arse clenched and I was reminded of the buttplug still firmly lodged in
my hole.

His cum slowly started to swell around the hole in his throbbing member
and eventually ...finally, it started to drip upon my face. I wanted to
taste it so bad. I wanted him to explode down my throat, but instead,
without touching his cock he gently massaged his own milk with my dildo,
while I succumbed to the glistening taste of his sweat, the lube draining
off across my face, his milk dripping on me like summer rain.

My friend then stopped moving and balanced above my face. He applied more
lube to the rubber dildo then positioned himself again with the rod just
inside his arse. I could see the head of the rubber rod I was holding
between my teeth just quivering inside his moistened hole. Out of my line
of sight, he produced a small electronic box with a button or dial on
it...I couldn't quite tell which. I was confused for a moment, then the
buttplug in my arse sprang to life...it started to vibrate, sending an
orgasmic shockwave thru my body. It was a complete surprise, and I had no
idea what happened.

My friend knew exactly what happened, and as I convulsed and strained on
the bed, the dildo attached to my face danced and thrust inside his arse
as the ecstasy in my butt thrust my head around. I was oblivious to what
I was doing. My friend controlled my trusting into his arse by altering
the intensity of the vibration of the butt plug. I couldn't hold still.
It was like flashes of lightening: The dildo flickered before my eyes, my
head shot forward, a split second later his cock was on my face. I
remember the rubber rod disappearing up his hole as wet stuff splashed
down all over me. Again, flashes of lightening, his breathing was deeper,
I couldn't stop pounding his arse as my head convulsed in ecstasy

He stopped, and then, as if he was struck with another idea, I was
blindfolded again.

A pillow was placed behind my head, the dildo I imagined now pointing
forward as my head was raised, looking forward. I felt pressure on the
gag. I knew he had mounted the dildo again. Then...I felt lube dripping
onto my cock. Huh? I realized my friend was facing away from me, facing
my feet, with his butt now in my face. He began stroking my cock and I
groaned. The vibration of my voice shot up the dildo into his arse and he
sucked hard on my cock. My arse was clenching and the buttplug worked my
G --spot. I thought I was cumming, but then realized I wasn't. I had
nothing to cum with. He had drained me earlier. My moaning as he stroked
and sucked my cock became more intense as my voice vibrated the rubber
cock inside him. I moaned, he intensified the cock play and I moaned some
more. It was a perpetuating fuck-fest. Neither of us could cum. Both of
us intensely wanted to cum.

He lifted himself away from my cock and slowly squatted on my face,
driving the dildo home inside him. I was pinned between his buttcheeks.
Then he slowly began vibrating the buttplug inside me again. I squirmed
and he groaned. He lifted his weight and lifted the vibration inside me
another notch. My head was writhing around in ecstasy, his arse getting
worked over by my new facial tool.

Eventually it stopped. The game was over.  I don't know if he left the
room, or just silently lay on the floor beside the bed. I think I passed
out. Then my hands and feet were untied and the gag removed. He nursed me
into the bathroom and we showered together. With the skill of a
therapist, he gently and slowly removed the butt plug from my arse. We
washed and said goodbye.

I check his letter box everytime I'm passing.