Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2005 21:18:25 +0000 (GMT) From: Chaim <bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Playing 'Wild West' part 4 Playing `Wild West' PART 4 (dreams at night) By Chaim bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk (M/b, beginning, underwear, oral, anal, wet dream, mild bondage, authoritarian) Special thanks to Kurt and ALL those who sent me a reaction. You got a reply so far. You have to be 16+ to read this. Yes, the story is without condoms. In real life you need them to stay alive. Comments and suggestions are very welcome at: bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk --------------------------------- The last lines of Chaim in part 3 --------------------------------- Jonathan sits at the table and spread his hairy legs wide for me. I sit on his lap, feeling his strong arms around my little body. We eat from one plate, I don't remember a thing, just his warm hairy body feels so great. Jonathan strokes me and I feel great. We wash the dishes together and Jonathan is kissing my neck and shoulders all the time. I feel his erection through his white boxers at my back. Sitting on the couch we kiss... and I want to stay. I need him, my strong Jonathan. I drop to my knees and kiss his boner through the cotton of his white boxers. When I lick the head of his cock he kiss my short hair and he takes my head away. "Chaim, I will bring you back home." "Please Jonathan, let me stay! I want to stay with you." -------- Part 4 Jonathan -------- I couldn't get Chaim out of my still horny mind but the boy had to go! I don't want to get things out of hand. I kiss his beautiful lips a dress him. His protests are strong and I hate to look at his sad face. I take a pair of shorts for myself and tell the boy, "Chaim I need some time to think. I need to study." My studies that evening are getting nowhere. I was horny as hell. Chaim promised me at the door of his home, "Jonathan I will return tomorrow, can I come, please!?" "Of course you can, my boy," we looked at each other and I kissed him good night. I rushed back to my own little wooden house. Being back I'm so damn horny. My mind raced through our session this morning, raced back through every time that I have seen him, Chaim, my boy. Closing my eyes I see him, even can smell him... I bring my boy Chaim to the clearing. I strip him from his tight blue running shorts and white T shirt. Slowly, taking my time, leaving his white briefs. I want to see and feel every square inch of his smooth skin. Nearly naked, I put him with his chest against the huge tree, just in his boy briefs. I am walking around. I tell Chaim, "Don't move whatever happens, you understand?" "Yes, Boss!" The tone of his boy voice is eager and very serious. Chaim plays his part so well, he doesn't turn his blond head to watch me. The boy is so good. I look at his little trembling body. He fights his fear and lust as I approach him from behind. I tenderly place my hands on Chaim's bare back and begin to stroke the boy's silky smooth skin. My strong fingers wander around. I knead them deep to Chaim's soft stomach, exploring his cute belly button and taking his little hard little nipples. My lips brush across the back of his shaved neck. My tongue taste the sweet bitter saltiness of my boy's sweat. I feel the sweet smoothness in Chaim's wet warm armpits. Chaim groans out loud! That is a beautiful sign... I want this in real life! With a firm voice I tell Chaim, "You're my little prisoner and now it's time for your real punishment. You lost this game my Indian boy." I suddenly step back and unbuckle my leather belt and take it out of my tight Levi blue jeans. Once again I admire his strong bare back and his firm ass before me. Slowly I expose those white butt cheeks, I pull down the back of his white briefs. I can't believe this, this is a complete new jack off fantasy. I am dripping pre-cum on my strong belly. It is only a day dream, but so fucking good. I am stroking my rock hard cock sitting on the edge of my twin bed. Dreaming about this hot little boy, my beautiful Chaim. I close my eyes again. I let my fantasy continue stroking my hard wet cock with slowly moves of my hand. I take the buckle end and wrap it around my big hand. I raise my belt and slap it lightly across Chaim's bare ass. Not too hard, but not too soft either, his both ass cheeks get a blow. Chaim immediately jerks his body into the tree and let out a loud whimper. I feel sorry for the boy. A light red mark can be seen from Chaim's right ass cheek to the left side of his slim waist. Maybe this is too much for him. But the boy is good! His arms remain in the ordered position. He doesn't makes a sound of protest. He hear him whisper, "Please continue my punishment, I am your proud prisoner, my Boss!" "Well, good boy, I will, be sure of that!" Again I raise my leather belt and whip it across Chaim's bare ass cheeks as my boy struggles to remain in position. Lash after lash soon produce fine red lines all over every square inch of Chaim's marble white behind. Never Chaim begs me to stop! I hear a moan in his boy's voice when he whispers, "Thank you Jonathan, my Boss! Thank you! I can take everything you give me." Chaim presses his body, his little boy cock against the huge tree. I can see and feel his red butt cheeks, kneading them hard. His young firm butt muscles are working in overtime. "Fuck yourself against our tree, my boy. Be a good boy and spent your load of jism for me, your Boss!" Dropping my belt I slap his cute cheeks with my bare hand. The boy groans and moans and his trembling body is lost. Chaim spends his young warm cum in his white tight briefs. His little erect penis grinding into the tree with each blow of my hand. "I own you now, my boy," I whisper to my cute lovely boy. Shocked I realize that I tremble myself in reality. I have to open my eyes when my own orgasm hits me. My hot creamy cum gushes out of my cock. I explode and spurts of cum hit my hairy belly, my chest and chin. My balls empty themselves completely on my body, whispering his name, "Chaim!" Frustrated because I realize this is just a very wet dream, I glance at my alarm clock, it is almost mid-night. I rose from my bed. I lick some hot cum from my body and take a shower and whished the boy stayed for the night. A good night sleep is necessary now! Tomorrow will bring me more hot times, the boy will be there at my doorstep! The never used bell at my front door take me from a wild dream of strong nearly naked man, running through my bed room, chasing nude boys whose hands are tied behind their backs. I roll out of my bed with a rock hard morning erection, grumbling, "I'm coming, just a moment, please. I'm coming!" ----- Chaim ----- "Chaim I need some time to think. I need to study," Jonathan tells me and we dress. He walks me back to the farm house and after a quickly kiss and the promise "You can come back tomorrow." He leaves like a panther into the dark. I greet my parents watching TV and walk upstairs. I undress and walk to my shower. I feel strange and insecure. I loved and still love our play. It felt wonderful to be his prisoner and being tied up, I WANT THAT! I love to suck his hard beautiful cock and to taste his manly juice. It was so great to have my first wet orgasm with this huge man! I know he stroked my body, he praised me, being his good boy, and hold me tight. At the other hand this strong man is so mature! I'm just a little boy. I wanted to stay, to give my body and sole. Really, I want to do everything for him! In stead he brought me home. Taking a cold shower I wonder what that means. I dry slowly and look at my slim boy's body in the mirror. Naked, my body is nothing! Back inside my room I open my underwear drawer. I take out my new animal skin loin cloth from its hiding place in the back. I have made it some days before. I thought it was too much for Jonathan. It is black and white `fur' on the outside and soft leather on the inside. I found the material at my mothers room and cut it and sew it... it took me hours, but managed to make the skimpiest of bikini briefs. I touch it and I feel strange. I wonder, can I bring this to Jonathan tomorrow? I don't know yet. I feel my boy cock gets hard, dreaming about Jonathan, my hero taking me as his prisoner just wearing this. I put it back and go to bed naked. My confused mind is taking me everywhere. What returns is all the time the same fantasy, me being his prisoner, his willing boy. I can't help it but I start to play with my cock thinking about his strong and firm manly body. The way he will tie my hands behind my back. I will be unable to move and he will take me. I stroke my body the way he did, feeling my nipples, touching my boy cock. I slowly touch my hard cock and start to stroke it... I know my little boy balls can shoot their load! Not really thinking, my hand moves down and feels the soft skin of my boy ball sack. This feels good! Whished Jonathan was here! I lift my firm boy legs and my fingers are exploring the smooth crack of my ass. I know from Internet (Israeli boys are not stupid!) that gay man fuck. I press my middle finger against the pucker muscle of my ass ring. The rose butt you use to unload yourself. Saw those pic's but never thought I will go this far. My finger feels good. I grunt, dreaming about Jonathan, being my Boss! I really can take everything, but there is a strange burning feeling. My finger will not slip in as easy as in the pictures I saw. Slowly I push, push and try to open my tight virgin ass ring. After some attempts I can't stop. Maybe Jonathan wants this and I can't turn him down. I leave my bed and walk to the bathroom to get some lotion. Laying on my bed, my knees to my shoulders I apply some cream to my fingers and between my ass cheeks. Bringing back my finger... pushing, wow it slips deep inside my tight virgin asshole. Slowly I finger myself. I groan, careful not to be too loud. My rock hard boy cock leaves dribbles of pre-cum on my smooth belly. This feels so great! Slowly fucking myself for the first time I dream away. Dreaming about my strong huge Jonathan. Being his boy, ME! tied up against our tree in the middle of our clearing. Kissing my neck he will slap my butt to relax and telling me he will take care of his little slave. I will beg him to fuck me! Jonathan, my White Boss is taking his time. He plays with my nipples, he slaps me and tells me to be his good boy. I will take everything without a sound. I am proud! He will be proud of my good behaviour. My finger presses against by little tight boy hole, it slips in again. Bringing in one finger, feeling strange sensations. Two fingers... slowly, my tight ass hole muscle gives away. I can do so. This is not real, this is good. Wished I could give my ass to Jonathan right now. I whisper into the dark of my bedroom, "Please fuck me, do it your way, make me your boy, Boss, my Jonathan." Feeling my fingers gliding in and out of my tight stretched ass hole, I can't help myself. Dreaming about him, my strong powerful man. I need him! I feel a wave of pleasure hitting my young body. I loose control. I have to cum. I need it for him. He will fuck my little ass and I want to be his little boy. My ass will be his... Oh my gosh, I need him! My body shakes and trembles feeling my fingers deep inside my ass. Fucking myself... Gosh, I am terrible, but this is so great! Well my friend can be rough to me. I need that. I want him to tie me down, to make me his tool. I want to be his boy. My fingers go in and out, the sensation goes deep. "Jonathan!" I am losing all sense of control. Shaking, pulling my fingers in and out of my tight ass hole. I can't hold it. I cream my hot boy cum all over myself. Spurt after spurt is leaving my balls. My hard shooting jizz hit across my smooth chest, coating my body. My spasms subsidise but my cock is still angry. I gasp! There is another strange force... I groan. I want to be his little boy! I tremble when another little eruption leaves my body. I run to the toilet. Sitting there I relax, getting back to myself. I drop into my bed and sleep, dreamless. I wake up at four a.m. with a hard boy cock the sheets stick to my body. I clean the last remains of my dreams of last night. Unable to sleep again. I hate that! I lay down and feel strange. I don't know. I leave the house at six a.m. Very early and walk around the farm playing with our dogs. The like it. I leave a message in the kitchen to my parents, reading a few lines; will be a at Jonathan's place. I walk down to his little wooden house. Half way I remember I didn't take my Indian briefs. I don't go back for them. I walk around Jonathan's house a few times, sending my dogs home. I will not knock his window at this hour. I sit on a rock dreaming. Walking to his place I find an unused door bell. It takes `hours'. Jonathan opens the door. I mumble some "Boker Tov", or "Shalom". He looks stunning. I look at his powerful chest and his hairy front. Looking down I see his hard cock in his white boxers. I try to smile and Jonathan just takes me inside. -------- Jonathan -------- I roll out of my bed with a rock hard morning erection, grumbling, "I'm coming, just a moment, please. I'm coming!" I peek out my bedroom window. I am instantly awake! Chaim is standing at the door, stunning in his tight blue jeans, sneakers, and a white T shirt. He looks nearly the same as in my horny fantasy last night. I pull on a fresh pair of white boxers. I nearly felt shy, somehow strange, about the erection that was rising from my groin and I walk into the living room. I open the door. Chaim's smile is flashing. "Shalom!" he says, grinning now, he looks at my chest and his beautiful eyes are checking me out. His eyes wander down over my body and he stares at my stretched wide boxers. The out line of my cock will not leave anything to his imagination. My morning erection is obvious. His mouth drops open and his grin disappears, "Sorry... Jonathan, to wake you up." "Shalom to you, come in!" I respond my little shyness disappears looking at him. I take him by his naked arm and nearly push him inside. Welcome, I'm glad you got here so early." "I could hardly sleep, so that's why I'm so early." he admit. His eyes sparkle. I am lost looking at those eyes. They give Chaim an appealing and vulnerable look. "Did you have any breakfast?" I ask him. "No, sorry, but don't worry, I am used to that Jonathan." "Let me fix us something," I reply to him walking inside the kitchen. "Do you think we can play `Cowboys and Indians' again today?" he asks his voice is trembling with hope and excitement. "Of course!" I say with just a bit too much eagerness in my voice. In a flash I am back in the middle of my wild fantasy. I want him, need him. "I hope you don't mind," he says. The look in his eyes, there is a mixture of his strong will to please me and his uncertainty about what I might think. He doesn't know, I can't deny him anything. He may ask what he wants. I concentrated on the toast and the small eggs I'm breaking into a little bowl. "Of course I don't mind. Do you think you will enjoy another game as we played yesterday?" I tried to sound nonchalant, but deep inside I am boiling with lust and my cock make my position clear. I pray the boy will not notice my horny status. Looking at Chaim, I see my young boy is even more ready for me than he had been yesterday. He stands close to me and I see, looking at his already wet armpits, he is sweating. He tries to give his boy boner the right position. "I enjoyed it more than anything else in the world. I'm sure I will feel the same again!" "Well, we'll see, today it will be different. You are still my Indian prisoner, remember?" I like to tease him a little, "Get the milk, my little prisoner. These eggs and toast are almost ready." While we eat breakfast and I can't take my eyes off Chaim. This blond beauty is so magnetic! He is at ease with me now. G-d, how I want him! Can I make my secret desire reality. My strange horny fantasy coming through? Chaim finishes his milk, washing down the last of his eggs and toast. "Let me clear the table, I'm your little Indian slave now. So I have to do the dirty work for you, my strong white man!" he asks with a half smile as he moves around to do so. "OK, you are a good boy," I say, and rise to move out of his way. We brush against one another and my half erect cock starts rising again. On impulse, I go quickly into the living room, leaving Chaim to put the dishes in the sink. I sit on my couch. I am going to go mad! His little hand on my bare shoulder brings me back to reality. "Jonathan, will you rub my back?" he asked quietly. I look into his eyes, nodding and smiling. I put my arm around his shoulders, and we went into my bedroom. "Wow!" Chaim exclaims. He hadn't seen my bedroom before. I have painted it flat black and furnished it with stuff that tickles my fantasies. The four-poster bed is outfitted with white cotton ropes hanging from each post. The headboard is covered with black leather and a variety of leather straps, chains are draped over it. I had never another friend here before. I had collected these stuff the past few months but used them only for decoration. Never thought I would use them. "Go ahead," I said, "Lay down and I'll rub your back." Comments and suggestions are welcome at: bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk