Date: Sun, 30 May 2010 21:59:21 +0100 From: Nathan Minter <nathanminter1992@googlemail.com> Subject: Chris' Experiences 13 Chris' Experiences Written by Anuttymous, a.k.a. Nathan Written for Chris himself. All rules and laws and whatever else you can think of apply. This is just fiction - please use protection whenever and wherever you are. Enjoy the story! With special thanks to Trent for the ideas used in this chapter. His feet wiggle. His hands wiggle. Everything else thrashes. He bucks his hips about, desperately trying to get out of his ass what we put there. I just watch. I put him there. I had help from Matt. But currently Matt's up my ass. Literally. Matt and I had come into the guy's house. His name was Mike. When he'd invited us around to enjoy his company - or rather enjoy him – we'd jumped at the chance. Mike's house was fairly large, and detached, which was good, considering all the noise that was likely to be made. As soon as we'd entered we were taken upstairs to his room, which was already set up with all the things ready for him to be restrained. I'd turned to Matt, and seen a grin on his face. An evil grin, just like mine. Mike had sat with us as he'd wanted, a day before, which was the time when he'd asked us to go to his place. We'd been having "coffee", though I'd had a hot chocolate instead – I can't stand coffee. He'd talked to us about our last encounter, a couple days before, and then he had just sprung the question out. There'd been no chance of us refusing. Mike was hot, and we definitely had him in our grasp. As Matt and I had been relaxing at his house that morning, Mike had texted me and Matt simultaneously. We'd both read the texts at the same time, and it was Mike asking to meet us at the coffee shop close by Matt's house. I'd turned to Matt to ask him if he'd wanted to go, but he'd already gotten up, and as I turned, he'd said "Well get ready then, I'm not missing this!" Two days before, both Matt and I had been screwing the life out of the 20-something year old Mike, in a not-so-public toilet. I'd been in his mouth, Matt in his ass, and we'd been kissing for most of the thrusting we'd been doing. The occasional grunt from beneath had reminded us to pull out, especially me, suffocating the poor guy. When we'd finished with him, he'd taken our numbers, and we'd taken his, and then we went back home, avoiding any other people who may have wanted some too. The morning of that encounter with Mike – our first encounter - had been a bit poor for me and Matt. We'd gone out to see a film, but the buses hadn't been running, so we'd ended up wandering for a while, and eventually wound up in a park. Unfortunately – or luckily, I guess – the park had happened to be a famous meeting up area for men. As soon as we'd realised where we were, Matt and I turned to leave, but had found our way blocked by a toned man, wearing a tight white shirt that pronounced his six pack, and tight jeans that left little to the imagination. We're in Mike's bedroom, now though. When we came in, he already had restraints ready, and a few toys for us to use on him. I'd also brought a few other things to use on him, but he hadn't asked about the bag they were in. Mike undressed, and immediately, was pushed onto the bed, naked, so that Matt and I could put his arms and legs into the wrist and ankle restraints. Once they'd been locked on, I looked at him, and then looked to Matt. Matt nodded his head, and I understood his meaning. We both walked out the room, but before even getting to the door, Mike called out to stop us. I went back in and went to one of the toys, picking up a ball gag. I strapped it in Mike's mouth, and then walked again, not having said a word. Matt and I left him there for about an hour whilst we watched his large TV. "Think we should go back in now?" Matt asked, when the TV programme finished. "Yeah, he's probably good now," I mused, getting up. Matt and I went back out to Mike's room, and, of course, he was still in exactly the same position. I went to my bag and pulled something out to torture Mike with. It was a clichéd feather. Matt was just going to use his hands to tickle Mike. We both pounced upon him, me stroking his sides with the feather, and Matt running his hands over ticklish places. As Matt's hands went from Mike's feet up to his arm pits, my feather continued to stroll up and down his sides, slowly but gradually causing unbearable feelings. In no time, Mike was writhing and laughing through his gag, every touch being responded to by a lurch. About fifteen minutes of this, and we stopped, in case he started pissing or something. He sagged gratefully when I put away the feather and Matt got off of him. I came back and climbed onto Mike, with my ass straddling his face. Matt began sucking his own fingers readying to open up Mike's hole. I rubbed my balls over Mike's face, as Matt started inserting a finger into Mike's eager ass. By the time Matt got his third finger in, I was already in Mike's mouth, no longer able to hold back from fucking his throat, having removed his gag and tossed it to the floor. As soon as Matt pulled out his cock, I bent down to take Mike's cock into my mouth, and Matt's thrust into Mike caused his cock to enter my throat, which made me gag slightly. I was bucking my hips constantly, while Matt did the thrusting for both Mike and himself. We thrust and bucked for minutes like that, until I felt myself get close and knew Mike was getting close, by the sounds of his groans of pleasure. I started using one hand to tickle Mike's balls, and the other to stroke his cock when it wasn't fully down my throat. Moments later I felt my balls draw up and I bucked into Mike's mouth frantically, using his face to get off, blowing cum all down his throat and in his mouth. Meanwhile, Matt just started cumming right up his ass, and he thrust Mike's cock further into my mouth. I could feel Mike starting to cum, but before he could I quickly sharpened my grip on his cock and balls, crushing them, and stopping his impending eruption dead in its tracks. His muffled yells told me he wasn't close to cumming anymore, so I released his genitals, and got off of him, a trail of cum and saliva draping down his face. Matt drew out as well, leaving the cum dribbling out his ass. I went and grabbed something else out of my bag, and passed it to Matt. Matt used the piece of string I'd given him to tie around Mike's cock and balls, meaning he was no longer able to cum, and then to make it worse Matt started sucking on Mike's softening cock. Whilst Matt had some fun with Mike's cock, I pulled out my star piece – Bengay. I knew from usage that it stung like hell, wherever it was placed, so it ought to be interesting to see Mike's reactions. I started by getting a small dollop and spreading it over Mike's nipples, watching them erect. Mike was starting to buck into Matt's mouth, futilely trying to cum, even though the string made it impossible. Soon, though, he gave up on that, as a pain in his nipples had started. It was a burning pain, but a cool burn. Like a really strong mint. It got stronger, and he started wriggling. It got even stronger, and he was soon thrashing his torso, even though the pain can't be any worse than a getting an injection at the doctor's, surely? When I realised the effectiveness of my administrations, I began to smile. I squeezed some out onto my fingers again, then rubbed them together, using my elbow to pull Matt's head off of Mike's cock. Once he was off, I rubbed the Bengay all up Mike's cock, and over his balls too. He had begun to calm down when he felt me rubbing his balls, knowing what I'd rubbed on. Before he could start yelling, I quickly picked up his gag and replaced it. Very soon, he began moaning. His moans grew loader and louder, turning into muffled screams, as the Bengay burned cooly. In no time he was writhing trying desperately to free his bonds and somehow save his cock. When he eventually calmed down after a matter of minutes, that were enjoyable for both me and Matt, who had gotten off of Mike to stand beside me, I went to my bag and got out another toy. It was a buttplug. I put a large amount of Bengay on the buttplug and rubbed it all over. Then, using the Bengay as lube, I shoved the plug in all the way, straight up Mike's chute. He yelped through his gag, but otherwise wasn't pained. Yet. Whilst I was doing this, Matt had crept up behind me, and suddenly his hands on my waist, pushing me over, and his cock rubbing at my ass, told me he wanted my hole. His feet wiggle. His hands wiggle. Everything else thrashes. He bucks his hips about, desperately trying to get out of his ass what we put there. I just watch. I put him there. I had help from Matt. But currently Matt's up my ass. Literally. I watch Mike from a foot away, bent over the foot of his bed. Matt's cock has been pounding my ass for quite a while. He's on a long roll today. The body beneath me has been trashing painfully most of the time, because of the Bengay-lubed buttplug up his ass. He still can't cum, as there's string tied tightly round his cock and balls. Matt's beginning to speed up, and each time he pumps in, my cock is thrust against the wooden board, causing friction, and of course, bringing me closer to cumming. Matt suddenly lunges into me, hard, causing me to slam into the board, and my dick to slide up the wood, pushing it just over the edge. Matt has also started cumming, and he blasts into my ass, whilst I coat Mike's footboard with my cum, which passes the board and hits my chest as well. When we've come down from our orgasms, Matt and I return to Mike, still writhing a lot, and I remove the string, whilst Matt starts sucking on his cock. Matt speeds up, and in less than 10 seconds, his mouth is full of cum, and it's spewing out the sides of his mouth. From the groans elicited by Mike, I'd say that was his best orgasm in a long time. The effects of the Bengay-covered buttplug seem to have worn off by the time Mike returns to Earth, so we untie him, remove the gag and let him get dressed, as we get dressed too. We leave Mike's house as quickly as we entered, and are soon back home, in each other's arms. AUTHOR'S NOTE: From now on, I shall be announcing what the theme of the next part will be, so as to forewarn those who may not wish to read certain scenarios, and also as a little spoiler for those who would be interested. Next Chris' Experiences theme: Wish I knew. It seems the pyjama story scared all the emailers away! Please don't give up on me yet. I don't mind, truly, as it means I can start a new story, but all the same, that story will be uninfluenced, so if you want a say in a story, now's the time! Emails will be happily received, criticisms, flames, junk mail, I don't care. Well, actually, not the junk mail. Feel free to request or suggest plot twists. Copyright 2010 Anuttymous All rights reserved by the author. This work may not be reproduced, except for personal use, without permission of the author. Reproduction for any other use is prohibited.