Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 11:56:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: t baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: In The Basement

In the Basement
(c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com
All Rights Reserved

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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.

This story is based on truth [or at least as I remember it], only the names
have been changed to protect the privacy of those who haven't given their
permission to be mentioned in this memory.

If you like this and want to hear more let me know -- questions and
constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored.

Hgo469@yahoo.com

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IN THE BASEMENT

	When we moved into the house in Western Grove we were at the end of
a dead end street. We only had a neighbor on one side and that's where Stan
lived with his younger sister Pat and their parents. My sister and Pat were
the same age and I was one year older than Stan.
	Our parents quickly became friends and Stan and I automatically
were thrown together.
	On Sunday afternoons Stan's parents bowled during the winter -- his
sister went to my house to play while Stan and played in his basement.
	Stan's folks had just left and he came back down to the basement
with what looked like a small tackle or tool box.
	"My uncle Hank gave me this stuff," he said, placing the box on the
table and opening it.
	Stan's uncle Hank had just finished high school and was attending
the local junior college.
	I looked into the box and saw that there were several pairs of
handcuffs, some shiny chrome chains and a bunch of small padlocks.
	"He said he thought we could use this stuff when we played cops and
robbers. I put handcuffs on Pat last night only her hands were so small she
could just slip right out of them. When she put them on me I couldn't get
free until she used the key to release me.
	His eager face said he thought it was fun. We had tied one another
up with ropes before but the victim had always been able to escape with a
bit of effort. This sure sounded different.
	"After she unlocked me I had her cuff me again, only this time with
my hands behind me. It felt so neat I went to bed that way and only had her
unlock me when we got up this morning."
	I started looking through the box, there were three pairs of cuffs
-- one with larger cuffs which I figured out were leg irons -- several
lengths of chain, two with single cuffs on one end -- at least a dozen
padlocks which all used the same key and a couple of elastic bandages where
marked "blindfold."
	"What do you want me to do?" I asked as a flush of excitement
washed over me.
	"Why don't you chain me to the hide-a-bed all stretched out -- I've
been thinking about that ever since I woke up this morning."
	Stan pulled the cushions off the sofa and opened it out into a
bed. The metal frame around the mattress looked like it was designed for
this.
	Stan kicked off his shoes, hopped into the middle of the bed,
spread out his arms and legs and said, "Okay, tie me down."
	It didn't take very long to properly follow his instructions and he
did look good lying there helpless.
	"Wrap the bandage around my eyes so I can't see," he asked and I
did.
	"How long do you want to stay that way?" I asked, feeling a desire
to trade places with him.
	The little imp wiggled a bit and grinned up at me, "Can you strip
me so that I'm completely naked?"
	We had tied each other up naked before when one of us lost a game
of strip poker, but I had never undressed him myself.
	"I'll have to unchain you to undress you," I said.
	"I know, but only one leg or arm at a time, I want to feel like I
don't have a choice."
	I unlocked one wrist and took his arm out of this shirtsleeve, then
refastened it in place. After doing the same thing on the other side, I
pulled his shirt off over his head and just stood back looking at his cute,
bare torso.
	Knowing that Stan was extremely ticklish, I lightly ran my finger
up and down his side from waist to armpit, causing him to giggle and
squirm, trying unsuccessfully to pull away from me.
	"Please stop!" he finally said between fits of laughter. "I can't
stand it!"
	"I've always wanted a tickle victim who couldn't get away," I said
with a leer, "this is just too good an opportunity to let it pass."
	Stan struggled to get away, but he was held tight and there was
nothing he could do but laugh, beg and plead with me to stop.
	After allowing him to calm down a bit, I unlocked one ankle, pulled
his pants and underpants all the way down and off and then reattached the
ankle to the bed. With a quick momentary release of his other ankle to
finish removing his clothes, he was now both completely helpless and stark
naked.
	Stan's 3-1/2 inch cock stood at full attention, quivering with
excitement. His almost hairless body, he was just starting to grow a few
hairs under his arms and in his groin, was stretched tight.
	Just looking at Stan's delightful nakedness was causing my own cock
to strain against the confines of my briefs, creating a noticeable tent in
the front of my trousers.
	I started to reach down to rearrange myself then thought, 'what the
hell, Stan's naked and blindfolded, so why don't I just undress and be
comfortable myself.' Quietly I undressed so that Stan wouldn't know I had
joined him in his nudity.
	The continued broad grin on Stan's face, combined with his
maintained erection, showed for certain that he was still completely turned
on by his naked helpless condition.
	I reached down and lightly pinched one of his dime-sized light
brown nipples. Stan gasped with surprise and then asked me to do it again
on the other side. I grasped them both at the same time, pinching lightly
and felt them both harden at my touch.
	Next, I reached down and ran my hand under his smooth nut sack,
cupping it and pulling it away from his crotch slightly.
	Stan let out a yelp of surprise and his cock seemed to stand up
even stronger than before, only now a shimmering clear drop of pre-cum was
quickly growing at the very tip of his circumcised member.
	Without releasing my hold on his balls, I leaned over and captured
the droplet on the tip of my tongue. Stan squirmed and moaned with pleasure
as I savored my first taste of another boy's male essence. The flavor was
sweet and salty, one I was unlikely to forget. I knew I wanted more.
	I leaned down again, this time capturing the entire head of Stan's
prick in my mouth, closing my lips around the glans and running my tongue
around and around while periodically sticking it into the piss slit on the
very tip.
	Slowly I worked my way downward until the cockhead was approaching
the back of my mouth and my lips were pressed tightly against his hairless
crotch. I held his throbbing organ in this manner for a bit and then slowly
pulled back until my lips were pursed against the very tip as if I were
exchanging a kiss.
	Stan moaned and groaned with pleasure, bucking his hips upward as I
started my next downward plunge, trying to drive himself into my hot moist
oral cavity.
	This time when I reached bottom I held there longer while creating
suction and running my tongue all over the invading column of hard flesh.
	Up and down, up and down I moved on the blood-filled love-pole, at
the same time pulling and gently squeezing his cum-filled nuts.
	Suddenly Stan let out a loud grunt and began filling my mouth with
his hot juice. It came so hard and fast that it was all I could do to
swallow it down before another load filled my mouth again.
	Finally his orgasm subsided and I was able to suck out the last of
his load before sitting back up to savor the tastes of him still coating my
tongue, while I once again surveyed the lovely sight of his naked body
spread out in front of me.
	Stan's breath was returning to normal and he was once again able to
speak rather than just moan and groan in the throws of passion.
	"Man," he said, "that was fantastic. I just wish I could have seen
what you were doing."
	"You're the one who wanted to be blindfolded," I reminded him.
	"What did it taste like?" he asked.
	"Great," I said licking my lips.
	"I want to try doing to you what you just did to me."
	I smiled. "Okay, we can change positions." I started to release his
wrist.
	"No, don't let me up. You can kneel across my chest and stick your
cock into my mouth like that. Only please take off the blindfold, I want to
see what you're doing this time."
	I did as he asked, he was a bit surprised to see that I was already
naked, and when I straddled his chest with my knees right under his armpits
my cock was positioned directly over his mouth. I packed a pillow up under
his head and then leaned forward, he opened wide, and my cock slid into his
mouth like a car into a garage.
	Since he was still tied down I had to provide most of the motion,
but he certainly knew how to work his lips and tongue around my rigid
shaft. I was still somewhat excited from sucking him off and it didn't take
very long at all for me to start firing load after load of hot boy-jism
into his anxious mouth.
	As my orgasm died Stan started sucking harder -- almost as if he
wanted to suck my balls out through my cock. The head was extremely
sensitive and I had to pull back after a bit.
	"Hey," he said, "I wasn't done with that." He raised his head as
far as he could and reached for my softening cock with his tongue.
	I pulled back a bit more, just out of his reach.
	"No fair, I want that plug back in my mouth."
	"Just wait a bit, I won't run away. It needs time to recover."
	As I climbed off his chest, I saw that his cock was at full
erection and again oozing pre-cum in large quantities, some of it running
down the cockshaft and pooling at the base. I leaned down, cleaning the
shaft and lapping up the small puddle with my tongue before once again
sucking his plumb-shaped cockhead into my mouth.
	Stan complained, "What about me -- I want something to suck on
too."
	I turned my body around with my knees back on each side of him only
this time I was facing his crotch. I lowered my cock into his mouth and
then resumed my own oral ministrations on his rigid member.
	Stan wasted no time showing down on my quickly hardening
love-pole. The way he was going at it I was sure it wouldn't be long before
I once again painted his throat with hot love juice. Since I wanted more of
his juices as well, I increased my efforts, matching him stroke for stroke.
	The feeling of being sucked while sucked was almost more than I
could handle. As I felt my nuts starting to pull tight and issue their
load, I tasted the first spurt of Stan's next passionate explosion. At
almost the exact same moment both of us fired long and hard into the
waiting receptacles.
	As our orgasms died my strength seemed to fade and I collapsed onto
Stan pushing my cock deep into his mouth while I took his entire member
into mine.
	Stan worked my now flaccid cock out of his mouth. "You're heavy,
I'm having trouble breathing down here," he said nipping at my cockshaft.
	I pulled off him, releasing his cock at the same time. Turning
around I lay back down beside him, suing his outstretched arm as a pillow
while I rubbed my hand up and down his satin-like body, both tweaking his
nipples and cupping his cock and balls.
	A few minutes later I released Stan from the bed -- he worked his
arms and legs a bit before standing.
	"Was that what you wanted?" I asked with a smile.
	"Even better," he replied and bent over to kiss my nipple.
	"Next time I get tied down," I said, "and I'm looking forward to
it.