Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2003 10:43:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: t baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Paperboy 02

My Paperboy 02
Copyright 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 fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required;
however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort
of chance.

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

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Chapter 2

	I heard a phone ringing in the distance, at first I thought it was
part of what I knew had to be a wonderful dream where I'd just sucked my
Asian paperboy off while spread-eagled in my playroom. Only the phone kept
ringing and when I tried to reach for it to reply I realized that I was
actually spread-eagled in my playroom and a quick look to one side revealed
that an Asian boy was lying next to me, fast asleep.
	I've always been a gadget nut and one of the ones that I had
installed for my personal safety was a voice activated phone, right now
sure seemed like a good time to use it.
	"Answer phone!" I said loudly into the open air. The ringing
stopped and I could hear someone on the other end.
	"Hello," a somewhat older voice with a definite Asian accent said.
	"Hello," I replied, "Can I help you?"
	"Uh, yes, is Bobby Ng there? This is his father."
	At this point Bobby had awoken and was looking around the room in a
bit of a panic, trying to see where he father was.
	"Just a moment sir," I said and turned to Bobby. "Just talk, it is
a speaker phone and they can hear you from anywhere in the house."
	"Oh, hi Dad," he said, still a bit confused -- he hadn't become
fully awake yet.
	"When are you coming home? I'm sure Mr. James has more to do than
entertain you all night. It is after nine and you have to be up early to
deliver your papers."
	There was a huge bright flash of lightning followed almost
immediately by a monster crash of thunder.
	"It's still raining, you wouldn't want me to get hit by lightning
would you? That last one was very close."
	"You still have to get up so early," his father said.
	"No I don't, Kelly is taking over the route in the morning,
remember -- that's why I was out collecting the last few bills, I wanted
him to have a clean sheet to start."
	"He isn't bothering you is he, Mr. James?"
	I smiled as I rubbed my knee, almost the only thing I could move,
against Bobby's flank. "No sir, he isn't a problem, we had just been
talking and watching a movie on the TV, I guess we sort of forgot about the
time. He can stay as long as he wants."
	Bobby smiled at me, ran his hand up and down my thigh, and then
silently kissed the tip of my once again erect cock.
	"When the electrical storm ends you come on home, all you'll get is
wet then," his father said.
	"Okay, Dad," Bobby replied.
	I heard the phone on the other end hang up.
	"Phone disconnect!" I said loudly into the room and the dial tone
abruptly ended.
	"That's neat, where did you get something like that?"
	"I built it myself, since a have sometimes allowed myself to be put
into helpless positions like this I felt that I needed some way to call for
help if I couldn't move."
	"What if you were also gagged?"
	"I have panic buttons all over and I don't think that anyone could
make it so that I couldn't reach one of them."
	He sat there, still massaging my thigh, as he seemed to be
thinking.

* * * * *

	Did you ever wake up in a strange place so that you really didn't
remember how you got there and have the first voice you heard be your
father? Let me tell you, that is something I don't think I ever want to
experience again.
	I realized that I was naked and in bed with Jim at the same time I
heard my father and I almost panicked -- my father was the last person I
wanted to see right then. Then I realized that Jim had some sort of
speaker-phone arrangement and Dad was still at home.
	That crack of lightning and crash of thunder came at exactly the
right moment -- Dad had always been a bit frightened by storms, so he
wouldn't really want me out in one that was as violent as
tonight's. Sometimes it is almost too easy to manipulate him.
	"You still have to get up so early," Dad said.
	"No I don't, Kelly is taking over the route in the morning,
remember -- that's why I was out collecting the last few bills. I wanted
him to have a clean sheet to start."
	When Jim told him I wasn't bothering him I almost broke out
laughing -- somehow I don't think what I was doing was bothering him in
the least. I looked over at him as he talked with my father and his cock
was at full erection and it looked inviting. I bent over and kissed the
very tip, I could taste his pre-cum -- I'm not sure just what I expected
it to taste like, I only know that I wanted to taste it and when I did it
was as if I was suddenly addicted, I had to have more.
	Now I was hoping that the storm would last for days, I wanted to
stay right here and try all sorts of new stuff with Jim.
	I sat there working my hand up and down Jim's thigh; I had so many
conflicting thoughts running through my head I didn't know where to
start. I do know that I think I wanted to change places with Jim and yet I
was still afraid of being that completely helpless.
	"Bobby, there is a key on the hook behind the door, it fits all of
the locks. I need you to release me so I can go to the toilet, please," Jim
said, breaking into my thoughts.
	"Oh, sorry, I should have thought about it before," I replied. I
hurried over to get the key and then unlocked Jim from the sofa. He sat up
and started moving his arms and legs to work out the stiffness from being
in one position for so long.
	Next, he took the key from me and started to release the lock that
held the hood and harness on me.
	"Please, Jim, can I continue to wear them for a little while? They
feel so sexy, I've never experienced anything like this before and I really
like it."
	He snapped the lock back into place and then hung the key back on
the hook as he headed for the bathroom. "Okay, if you like -- just
remember where the key is if you want it. That one key fits all of the
locks in my toy chest except for a few special locking belts and such."
	I sat on the edge of the bed while I heard Jim piss into the toilet
and then heard it flush. I decided that it was now or never, quickly before
he returned I snapped my ankles into the cuffs at the foot of the bed and
locked one wrist in at the top -- I was trying, with little success, to
lock my remaining wrist into place when Jim returned to the room.
	"Well, what have we here?" he said and he reached down and snapped
the last cuff shut.
	"You looked so sexy lying there I just had to try it myself."
	"And?" he asked.
	"And it feels just as sexy as it looks." I could feel myself
tingling all over, it was almost as if I were plugged into an electrical
current. "Has anyone ever spent the entire night like this?"
	"Many times -- the only problem is if you have to piss or
shit. One time when I was about your age I spent over 24 hours
spread-eagled."
	"What did you do about the problems you mentioned?"
	"I ended up just pissing on myself and held my bowels until I was
released. We were camping out and I was lying on the ground. After I pissed
in myself the other guys all pissed on me as well so I didn't want to
chance the other in case they decided to follow my lead."
	"Yuck!" I said, "That sounds disgusting." And at the same time it
was exciting, what was happening to me? Was I suddenly becoming addicted to
kinky sex after a single experience?
	Jim just smiled at me.

* * * * *

	I started to release him from the harness and he stopped me, saying
it felt real sexy. There is no way I could argue with that -- I thought
he looked real sexy that way too. When I returned from going to the toilet
I found that he had almost completely locked himself into the cuffs where I
had been not all that long ago. I snapped the last wrist cuff into place
and sat down next to him.
	It had been some time since I'd had a boy a lovely as Bobby
spread-eagled anywhere -- I really wanted to attack him right there and
then, only I didn't want to scare him off, this had all the markings of
being something wonderful that might last for a little while at
least. Bobby was curious about everything and I didn't mind telling him a
little bit about some of my adventures from the past. As we talked, his
cock seemed to become even more rigid and copious amounts of pre-cum were
flowing out the slit and down his cockshaft.
	Sitting on the edge of the bed I started to massage his thighs very
much as he had done to mine, only I was just slowly working my hand up to
his crotch and that lovely set of nuts in their hairless sac. When I cupped
them both in my hand Bobby writhed and struggled against his bondage a bit,
but the only sounds he made were low moans of total pleasure.
	"I think I have just what you need," I said to the spread-eagled
boy as I got up and went over to the toy chest. I brought back the
blindfold that went with the hood he was wearing and snapped it into place.
	"Why are you doing that, I like to see what is happening," Bobby
asked.
	"There is a wonderful feeling to anticipation as well," I said.
	I resumed my massage, only now I was allowing my hands to wander
over his entire body, stopping at various places to pinch of rub a little
bit harder. I paid quite a bit of attention to his nipples; I don't think
that he ever thought that a guys nipples could be extremely erotic if
treated correctly. As I ran my hands down his sides I discovered that he
was extremely ticklish [a fact I stored away for later use], but didn't
linger there, I had something else I wanted.
	Next, I poured some lubricant into my palm and started running it
up and down the helpless boy's rigid 5-1/2 inch love-pole. While his cock
wasn't all that long it was fairly thick and it feel extremely good in my
hand. I stroked up and down until it felt like he was starting to boil the
jism in his nuts and then I stopped, pulling my hand away.
	I straddled his chest just as he had straddled mine and then leaned
forward until my cock was just touching his nose. He opened his mouth,
stuck out his tongue and tried to lap at the mushroom-shaped head of my
overheated erection. He raised his head as far as his bondage would allow
and finally managed to get the head in his mouth, working his tongue all
around it and even fucking it into the piss slit as far as he could.
	After a couple of minutes, I pulled back, taking the prize out of
his reach. When it became obvious that he couldn't reach it any more he
dropped back onto the bed and licked his lips, trying to find any flavors
that were lingering there.
	Meanwhile I leaned back further until I felt his erection pressing
its way between my ass cheeks -- I took a bit more lubricant and rubbed
it on Bobby's cock and then smeared some of it against my own anal rosebud
before I started to lower myself onto him. My sphincter muscle clenched
tight against the invader but when it became obvious that it was coming in
regardless, it relaxed and allowed the intruder entry. Slowly I lowered
myself onto his shaft, when the head was fully inside me I stopped for a
moment to allow my asshole to adjust to something coming in instead of
exiting and then I resumed lowering myself until I felt my ass cheeks
resting on his pubic hair.
	Once again I rested a bit to allow myself to grow accustomed to
that wonderful filled feeling that can only come from having a live cock
stuffed up my asshole.  Meanwhile Bobby's face, that which showed below the
blindfold, at first showed a bit of confusion and then a smile of
contentment the likes of which can't be properly described.

* * * * *

	When Jim brought the blindfold over and attached it to my hood, my
initial reaction was fear -- all of the sudden I wouldn't be able to see
anything that was happening to me and that was extremely scary. Still, I
did trust Jim not to do anything I wouldn't like so I tried to keep my
fears to myself and see what was going to happen next.
	He started running his hands over my body, when he pinched my
nipples I felt the most unusual sensation -- I never thought about my
nipples as being erotic, after all, a man can appear in public
shirtless. Still, if I hadn't already been fully erect I'm sure that I
would have sprung a hard-on after he started. His hands seemed to be
everywhere at once and it felt wonderful. Then he poked a finger into my
ribs and find a tickle spot, I have lots of them, and worried it a bit. I
tried to hold back, but there was no resisting that feeling of needing to
laugh when tickled and I broke into gales of laughter while at the same
time pulling and tugging against the chains that bound me to the bed. When
he started working his way down my legs again I was really concerned that
he would tickle the bottoms of my feet, tied down like I was I think that
might have killed me, but he didn't get that far.
	When he wrapped his greasy hand around my cock, I wasn't exactly
sure what was happening. It felt wonderful; I just wanted to know how he
was doing it. At first, the grease felt cool, but the combination of his
hand and my hot tool changed that in a big hurry. His hand slid up and down
my cockshaft in slow gentle strokes, then he started to increase the pace a
bit while at the same time closing his hand a bit tighter. If he kept this
up for very long I was sure to shoot another load, only just when I began
to feel my balls starting to boil he stopped and pulled his hand away,
leaving my erection standing there like a flagpole without a flag.
	I wasn't quite sure what was going to happen when he straddled my
chest much as I had done to him. Except for that little kiss on the tip of
his cock, I had never even touched another man's organ with my mouth. I
felt his cock brushing against my face and at that moment, I decided that
it was now or never, I stuck out my tongue and searched for that
man-tool. Once I found it I began to wash it with my tongue while I
struggled to raise my head higher and take it inside my mouth.
	Jim moved forward a bit and I was able to engulf the entire
mushroom-shaped head of his cock. My tongue continued to wash all over it,
I hoped that I was doing as good a job as he had done on mine, and then I
stuck my tongue into the piss slit, chasing little bits of pre-cum that
were forming there. The feel of his throbbing flesh in my mouth along with
the taste of his essence was the most exquisite thing I had ever
experienced.
	When Jim pulled his cock away to where I couldn't reach it, I felt
empty inside.  Though I had never sucked a cock before, now I didn't want
to ever be without one in my mouth again.
	Spread-eagled on the bed as I was there wasn't much I could do
about anything, he was in total control of what would happen and it felt
right -- he seemed to know just what would bring me the most pleasure
and was doing it, only he was doing it at his own pace.
	Now I felt him leaning back a bit and then something touched the
tip of my erection. I realized at once that it was his ass. His hand,
filled with another gob of cool grease grasped my cock and gave it a couple
of strokes and then I felt his ass move down over my shaft. At first it
felt like he was pressing something solid against my hard member, but then
after a bit it opened up and I could feel my cockhead moving into a tight
clenching opening which could only be his asshole.
	His sphincter muscle closed a bit around my glans and he stopped
his motion. His ass muscles started to massage my cockhead and I felt like
I was in heaven. After a bit he resumed his downward motion, taking more
and more of me inside him until he was sitting on my groin, my prick buried
as deep as it would go inside his bowels.
	Again, he stopped, I flexed the muscles that cause my cock to jerk
around a bit and that combined with the wonderful tightness of his anus
almost drove me over the top right then and there. Slowly he withdrew until
only the head of my cock was still captured in his love channel and then
once again he reversed course until he was again settled on my groin.
	Again and again, he worked his way up and down my rigid shaft --
the feeling was fantastic. If this was what it felt like to fuck someone I
knew that I wanted to do a lot more of it. I started to hump up into him as
completed his down strokes; I wanted to bury myself completely inside him.
	His tight sphincter squeezed my cock delightfully hard and I knew
that it wasn't going to be very long before I blasted my second orgasm of
the evening into his waiting asshole. My nuts were drawing up as much as
they could in the leather harness that contained them and my cock had
expanded enough that I could feel the cockring squeezing the base of my
prick, preventing blood from exiting and making my rock-hard cock even
harder.
	"ARGH!" I screamed as I shot my first spurt of hot cum into his
tunnel of love, it felt like it was burning the entire length of my
shaft. With almost no pause at all, my second spurt followed the first,
shooting so hard, I almost expected to hear him choke as it passed all the
way up to his throat. Spurt after spurt of my boy-cream whitewashed his
anal channel as I felt like my nuts themselves were passing out of their
sac and into him.  All the while, his anal muscles were milking me, making
sure that not a single drop of my juice remained.
	At the same time I felt a glob of hot man-cream fall across my
face, Jim was shooting at the same time I did. Since his load landed on my
mouth I reached out my tongue to start cleaning it up. The taste was
fantastic, a bit salty and sweet at the same time. It faintly resembled the
taste of his pre-cum, but it was a distinctly different flavor and I was
sure that I was never going to get enough of it.
	As my orgasm died, I felt like I was completely exhausted, ready to
sleep forever; the problem was that Jim had started again on my still erect
organ. The cockhead was extremely sensitive right after I came and despite
how good it felt, I really wanted him to stop.

* * * * *

	His cock wasn't all that long, but what it seemed to lack in length
it more than made up for in width. He was filling me very nicely and his
member was pushing the job button of my prostate with every stroke. My own
cock was again hard as steel, only this time I was able to take the problem
in hand and work out the solution [bad joke].
	As I bobbed up and down his cock I could sense that it wasn't going
to be very long before he shot his second load of the evening and my anal
muscles were working to make this every bit as violent an explosion as the
one earlier in my mouth.
	Bobby started humping up to meet my down strokes; he matched my
rhythm and plowed himself as deep into me as possible. He breath was coming
in gasps and I knew it wouldn't be long now. Finally, with a mighty gasp he
shot the first spurt of hot jism into me, at the same moment my own cock
started shooting its load of milky cum -- the first shot hit the wall
above his head, the second landing right on his mouth and his tongue came
out at once, trying to lick up my juices.
	Both of our eruptions died and my cock rapidly returned to its
flaccid state; however, the tight cockring on Bobby wasn't allowing the
blood to leave and his erection was still standing tall, so I began moving
again, trying to see if I could get still another load out of him.
	Bobby started to wheeze and wiggle under my renewed attack on his
cock, it was obvious that he was exhausted from the sexual activity, but I
didn't want to let go.
	Finally, Bobby said, "Please, Jim, I need to rest. That was
fantastic, but I'm exhausted."
	I settled down on his member and just enjoyed the full feeling that
it left inside me. Slowly the cock softened and after a couple of minutes
only the head was still inside, held there by my sphincter that just didn't
want to let go.
	I rose up slightly and his now flaccid penis popped out of its
prison with an audible 'pop'. I climbed off him and sat back down on the
edge of the bed, running my fingers through the puddles of cum that I had
left on his chest and belly when I shot my load.
	"I guess I had better release you," I said. "You told your Dad you
would head home when the storm ended and I haven't heard anything outside
for some time now."
	"I don't have to get up in the morning, like I told Dad, Kelly has
the route starting in the morning, can I stay here with you tonight?"
	"What are you going to tell your father? I'm sure he expected you
home already."
	Bobby thought for a moment then asked, "Can I call him on that
fantastic speaker phone you have?"
	"No problem, but what will you say?"
	"I'll think of something, that is if you want me to stay."
	I couldn't think of anything I wanted more right at that
moment. "Okay, what is your phone number?"
	After he told me I called out into the room: "Phone -- make
call," and we heard a dial tone. I called out the phone number and an
automated voice repeated it back to me.  When I said, "Okay," we heard the
tones and then the phone ringing at the other end.
	This time a woman's voice answered and Bobby spoke to her in
Vietnamese.  After a brief exchange his father's voice came on the line and
there was some more rapid fire Vietnamese and then his father switched into
English: "I hope that Bobby hasn't been a problem to you, Mr. James."
	Problem -- Bobby -- surely, he jested! "No sir, he is a joy
to have around."
	"Bobby said that he was going to stay the night and help you finish
a project in the morning."
	I looked over to Bobby; he smiled from under his hood.
	"Well, he has been quite helpful this evening. If it is okay with
you I would like to have him around to finish up in the morning."
	"Okay, I just don't want him to be in the way," his father said.
	"I assure you, he isn't in the way at all."
	"Then I will bid you good night, I have to be up early myself."
	Bobby said good night to his father in Vietnamese and then we heard
the connection break on the other end.
	"Phone disconnect!" I said and the room was silent again.
	"Can I make the phone work like that?" Bobby asked.
	"No, it is programmed to only respond to my voice, otherwise
someone might activate it by accident."
	Bobby nodded. He was already starting to drift off to sleep.

* * * * *

	This had to be the most fantastic evening I had ever had and I
didn't want it to ever end. When Jim mentioned my going home I felt a bit
bummed out, still, I did have to do something about my parents -- I
couldn't just not come home, that is if Jim was willing to allow me to
stay.
	My mother answering the phone was a plus, she didn't speak much
English and it didn't matter what I wanted to do, she would go along with
me. I told her I was still here and that I was helping to rearrange
furniture in his home office. We weren't finished and I wanted to stay so
that I could help finish the job in the morning. When Dad took the phone, I
told him the same thing and I could hear Mom pleading my case in the
background. Dad might still think that he rules the roost at home, but Mom
generally gets her way in the end.
	Jim went along with things just like he knew what I had said; Dad
knew it was hopeless, as long as Mom agreed there wasn't much chance that I
wouldn't be staying so he agreed like it was his idea.
	When the phone disconnected I felt completely drained and really
was ready to go to sleep just as I was.
	"Close your eyes," Jim said, "I'm going to remove the blindfold and
your eyes will be very sensitive for a minute or so."
	I started to protest, but Jim cut me off. "You need to be released
for a bit, your limbs aren't accustomed to long periods of immobility and
it can be dangerous."
	When he removed the blindfold, I could see the brightness even
through my closed eye lids and it must have been a couple of minutes before
I could just look around the room in a normal fashion.
	"Will you tie my back like this to sleep?" I asked.
	"No, I don't think so. Like I said, you're not accustomed to being
in bondage for long periods of time and could have problems. Inactivity can
cause blood clots and that could even bring about a heart attack or stroke
-- I think you're a bit young for that sort of thing."
	I had to agree. When he had released me from the sofa, I had a very
difficult time even sitting up. I tried to stand after a couple of minutes
and fell on the floor. Jim laughed and helped me back onto the sofa.
	"If I had told you that you couldn't just get up you would have
argued with me so I knew it would be better for you to find out for
yourself. Now do you see why I wouldn't allow you to spend the entire night
like that?"
	I nodded and worked on restoring movement and circulation to my
limbs.
	Jim removed the hood as well as the cockring and ball harness, "You
need to take a shower before going to sleep and I don't want to get these
leather toys wet if I can help it."
	I watched as he returned things to the chest and then he assisted
me to my feet, my knees almost buckled again, but this time Jim was there
to catch me, and assist me to the bathroom.
	I didn't realize how much I needed to visit the toilet until he sat
me down and at once I started going from both ends. Meanwhile he was
adjusting the water in what had to be the largest shower I had ever seen in
a home. It looked like there was room for a dozen guys in there and there
were shower head all over at different heights as well as a couple shooting
straight down from the ceiling and a couple more that shot up from the
floor.
	"Are you ready for that shower?" Jim asked as he stepped out of the
shower stall.
	"Yeah, but how many other guys are going to join us?" I asked with
a laugh.
	"I like a large shower, it is better when I'm showering with a
friend if we don't have to squeeze together all the time. Of course, there
is nothing wrong with squeezing together a bit from time to time either."
He grinned.
	We climbed into the shower together, the water was a perfect
temperature and I don't think I've ever had water shooting against me from
so many different directions at the same time in my life.

* * * * *

	I always enjoy the looks I get the first time I bring someone into
my shower room -- I designed the shower myself and I have had as many as
ten guys in it at the same time and not felt crowded so it was perfect for
just the two of us. I adjusted the water temperature to what I thought he
would like and then helped him into the spray.
	He looked lovely with the water washing down his naked body -- I
wanted to kneel down right then and there and worship him, only I'm not
sure that he could have stood up long enough for me to finish.
	I started to soap him up, paying particular attention to those
lovely things hanging from between his legs -- and the cock grew a bit
as soon as I wrapped a soapy hand around it, but it was obvious that he
really wasn't ready for any more action tonight.
	He took the soap from me and started washing me in much the same
fashion as I was doing him. I wasn't really ready to respond to full
erection either, but his touch did feel good.
	After our shower, I led Bobby to my bedroom, not back to the
playroom. "We will spend the night in here," I said.
	He looked around the room, taking in everything. Against the far
wall is my king- size waterbed with its black satin sheets, above it on the
wall is a large print of a bondage drawing by Tom of Finland featuring
several of his overly well endowed men around two guys in heavy bondage.
	The carpeting and drapery is all dark blue while the furniture is
black lacquer.  Above the chest of drawers was another bondage drawing,
this one by Hun. The closet doors were mirrors and there were also mirrors
on the ceiling over the bed. I had tried to make the room as erotic as I
could and I seemed to have overwhelmed Bobby completely.
	"Fantastic!" was all he could say as his gaze continued to wander
over every corner of the room. "You actually sleep in here?"
	"Well, I have to sleep somewhere, and I find this room kind of
cozy," I said with a smile. "Do you like it?"

* * * * *

	Like it? I loved it! I had never seen anything like it before. The
room seemed to scream 'SEX!' I looked closely at the pictures on the wall
-- I had heard of things like that but I really didn't believe that they
existed -- they were fantastic!
	"I don't think I've ever seen a room so dark and still so light
before.'
	"That's the result of indirect lighting -- I did it all myself,"
he said with a proud grin.
	"I've never slept on a waterbed before."
	"It sometimes takes a bit to become accustomed to it, but once you
do you never want to sleep on anything else again."
	I sat on the bed and he sat down right next to me, our naked thighs
touched and it felt almost like electricity was passing between out bodies.
	"Shall we get some sleep so that we can finish 'moving that
furniture' in the morning?"
	I nodded my head in reply and scooted up onto the bed. He was
right, it was marvelous -- I'd never felt anything like it before, but I
wondered if I would be able to sleep on a mattress that seemed to bob up
and down whenever either of us moved too much.
	Jim climbed in next to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. "It's
been some time since I've had anyone sharing this bed with me, particularly
anyone as lovely and sexy as you."
	I felt myself blush all over; no one had ever called me lovely or
sexy before -- it felt strange and rather nice. I leaned over and
returned his kiss, only I put a lot more behind it and then he opened his
mouth and started to stick his tongue into my mouth -- another new
experience, and it was wonderful. I started to tongue wrestle with him,
almost like a sword fight only with tongues -- fantastic!
	"Do you still want to try to sleep in bondage?" Jim asked.
	I thought about it for a moment and then said, "Yes, but can it be
in here? I don't think I ever want to leave this room."
	"Of course, I want you to sleep with me and that means in here
-- the playroom is just that a place to play. Now we are going to sleep
and this is the place to do that."
	He rubbed his hands over my chest and then cupped my semi-hard cock
and balls.  My cock was trying to stiffen, only I was so exhausted,
physically and sexually, that it just couldn't completely rise to the
occasion.
	Jim pulled away for a moment, reaching into a drawer in his bedside
table. When his hand returned it was carrying a pair of leather cuffs that
were riveted together.
	"Roll over so that your back it toward me," he said.
	I moved as directed and my ass cheeks brushed against his groin.
	"Now, put your hands behind you."
	One was easy, but I had to work the other one under me to
comply. He buckled the cuffs around my wrists and then I head two faint
clicks as they were locked closed.
	"Okay, that is enough for tonight, if it becomes too uncomfortable
let me know and I'll see what I can do about it."
	He helped me to roll back so that I was facing him and again he
started running his hands up and down my torso. Next, he kissed me, this
time a quick one with no tongue action and then reached somewhere to turn
down the lights.
	He wrapped his arm around me, pulling our bodies tightly together
and I think I was asleep in moments.

* * * * *

	I was a bit surprised that he still wanted to try to sleep in
bondage -- still, I have never been one to deny a sexy boy something
like that. I could have spread-eagled him again in here, but I didn't
really think he was ready for that so I just placed a set of leather wrist
cuffs on him with his arms behind his back and let it go at that.
	It was obvious that he was turned on by the bondage -- this kid
was a natural, much like I had been at his age. Now I just needed to be as
gentle as my teacher was so that he wasn't scared off before he learned
enough to play safely.
	Bobby looked fantastic, his tanned skin contrasted nicely with the
glossy black sheets and I think that I could have laid there for hours just
looking at him; however, he was tired and so was I so sleep was extremely
inviting. Tomorrow would be another day and I was sure that I was going to
have another chance to look at this lovely naked boy many more times before
he headed home.

To be continued...

Want to hear more, let me know. I had written several chapters of this
story a few years ago, but after I posted the first one I found that the
disk I had stored the rest of the story on was defective and I couldn't
access it. This happens when you don't check everything when you change
computers. In any case I will try to reconstruct the story as best I
remember it and post it here as I get a chance. The response to the first
chapter was wonderful and I hope that you like this one as well.

	All responses will be answered, flames will be ignored, just as the
people who write them should be.

	Thanks,

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