Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 21:08:07 -0400
From: Michlt <rivertyde@gmail.com>
Subject: Bound Trade

[This story is intended for legally adult readers only. Bound Trade was
inspired by a video, but it is a work of fiction and makes no reference to
any real person.

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Bound Trade

The guy just sits there on the couch, legs spread to give me access, and
looks down at his cock over the tattoos on his hard belly. He is so tough
and hot with his shaved head, goatee, and snaking tats -- but -- he just
sits there. His dick reaches past his belly button. It's solidly thick,
uncut, and leaks constantly. I love the heat of that long, skin-covered
dick, and I love drinking a steady flow of pre-cum from it.

This is the best deal in the world. He says he's straight, but he keeps
coming back. He's a top, yet he is oddly passive. He let's me use his body
as if he were bond or paralyzed. I suck that meaty dick and he sits there
with his tattoo-covered arms loose by his side. No sound. No sign he that
likes what I'm doing, but if I nudge him, he'll roll over on his knees so I
can lick his asshole.

When my tongue is tired and his scent is all slurped away, I flip him again
and then sit on his pole. He'll put his hands behind his head and let me
ride - no sound, no eye-contact. He stares at my cock slapping his hard
abs. If I stop to rest he starts pumping into me instantly, moving only his
hips. With his arms up I can bend into his pits. They're dark and
musky. Soon the smell and taste of him gets to me and I start moving with
his thrusts. When I do, though, he stops and it's up to me to keep impaling
myself on his hard, straight rod as if it were just a warm-blooded dildo.

He is steel-hard from the point when he strips and plops down on my couch
with legs spread. Although he doesn't seem remotely involved in what I'm
doing to him, his dick never droops an inch, it remains as stiff as any
cock can be and the pre-cum never stops ozzing from the slit.

Being "straight" is so important to him. He's tied up with the thought and
can't think his way past it. He pretends to ignore what I'm doing, but his
burning ass quivers and opens for my tongue.  His cock shouldn't rise for
me but it's hard before he even drops his jeans. Yet, he must think that if
he moves too much, it means he's enjoying what he came here for, so he
pretends that he does not want to enjoy it. He just lies there for me. No
doubt though, he's enjoying it. I sometimes hear him stifle a moan as I
tease his ass open with my tongue. He doesn't want to moan when my tongue
is up his ass or when his throbbing cock head is swallowed by my throat,
but he does. And he keeps bringing cock and ass back to me. He keeps
stripping off his cloths so that I can get to them, and when I get tired of
working him over I push him off the couch and lie down on my stomach. He
doesn't have to be told what to do. He definitely knows, but, even so, he
acts as if it were a job.

Once I set up a video cam and filmed him mounting me. He knew the camera
was on. He didn't care. I could watch him taking deliberate aim with his
pre-cum slick dick. He slid in slowly. The expression on his face never
changed. On film I watched how his creamy ass tensed and dimpled as he dug
his hooded, bare cock into me. The lighting was perfect. The intricate
tattoos on his back and arms glistened with sweat. His long cock showed
clearly on film, slick and shiny as he sawed it into me. He set up a steady
drive -- in and out, in and out. I remember feeling it deep. It's always
incredible having this conflicted straight boy pumping in my ass.

On video it is obvious when his rhythm starts breaking down. Alone, I watch
that part over and over again and jack myself until the pre-cum froths
under my foreskin. I've calculated that the 12 minute mark is where he
starts tingling inside. You can see the muscles in his ass and legs tighten
then. His thrusts become harder, deeper, more impatient. While I watch the
video I can still feel those tough jabs that he drove into me. There are 45
more seconds of ecstatic, spastic drilling before he slams his hips against
my ass and holds in tight while he injects himself into me. The first three
shots burned in my gut. I see myself throw my head back when I feel them. I
wish I could honestly say I felt all 15 seconds of him unloading into me --
delivering his load of steaming straight guy cum. Watching his ass quiver
and legs shake on the video seduces me into thinking that I actually did
feel each and every spasm, but the truth is that, after his first three
bursts, I shot off myself, my ass ring clamped down on him. I came
spontaneously onto the couch. My body spasmed around his rigid cock and the
feel of his hot cum pooling in my gut was lost in the chaos of my own
orgasm.  When I jack off to this video, I imagine feeling every living drop
that he plants. That triggers my own dick to explode and sling cum into the
air, across my chest, and puddle on my abs. My ass instinctively clinches
as if it were desperate to hold every once of him inside.

When he fucked me I came without touching myself, but I furiously beat my
meat every time I watch it. It would have been devastatingly hot if he had
jacked me while fucking. But he made a point of not voluntarily touching
me. He simply rode me, arms propping him up while his pelvis pounded my
ass.

Every time he visits he lets me lick his asshole until it quivers. He lets
me suck his long dick and slide my tongue under his foreskin, but he never
holds my cock. I've seen him stare at it but he never reaches for it. That
would be gay, he says quietly, without any meanness.

Although he pumps ropes of cum into me, he'll never jerk me off, twist my
nipples, or lick my tight abs. He'll especially never kiss me or touch me
with his face. It would be too much for him to handle. He's not gay - he
says. He is bound by some masochistic impulse to not be gay; nevertheless,
he arrives quickly whenever I call him. Sometimes he just shows up on his
own, walks over to the couch, and drops his pants letting his stiff prick
bounce free. It sounds unlikely that a straight guy would want this kind of
sex so regularly, but he does. I have it on film.

2011.04.17
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