Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 23:10:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: JT Guy <jtguy31@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eric and Ty, Part III

My babysitter, Eric, gave me my first ever blowjob.

The circumstances leading up to it are a little strange, I guess, because
we didn't set out to fool around at the time that it happened.  Instead,
we'd gone into town for the day in order to run some errands for his mom.
It was the first time I'd ever been to his house, which was an apartment in
a kind of run-down part of town.  When we got there, he made us a light
lunch and we parked in the living room to watch TV for a while.  There
really weren't any sexual undertones.

After a while, I had to pee, so he pointed me in the direction of the
bathroom, which was down the hall.  I passed Eric's room, which was open,
on my way, and noticed that he had his walls covered with horror movie
posters.  Freddy, Jason, etc.  He also had lots of models and action
figures displayed in there, so obviously it piqued my curiousity.  When I
finished in the bathroom, I went into his bedroom and was marveling at all
of this cool stuff.  There was sort of a tradition in our town that when
the movie rental place got a cool poster, you could have them put your name
on a list and they'd sell it to you when they were done with it, and it
became something of a competition to get the really nice ones.  It seemed
like Eric had the inside track, because all of his posters were top notch.

Being 8, curious, and a bit of a snoop, I also started to peek into his
dresser drawers and things.  It was actually this day that I saw a condom
for the first time, because he had a roll of them in a drawer, and I took
one to examine later.

But it was the footlocker at the end of his bed that held the real
treasures.  When I opened it, there was a removable tray that had spare
change, a pocket knife, etc.  But when I pulled that out, underneath was a
treasure trove: Playboy and Penthouse magazines, something called
Astroglide, a stainless steel vibrator, some little bottles of flavored
stuff for oral sex, as well as a couple of fetish toys.  I remember a ball
gag and a cat-of-nine-tails being in there, as well as several sets of
handcuffs and a few lenths of stainless steel chains.

He must have heard me fucking around with the cuffs and chains, because he
came in and asked what I was doing.  He wasn't mad--by this time we were
close enough friends that my snooping was just sort of par for the course.

"I'm just looking at all this neat stuff," I said.  "Do girls really like
all this?"

"Yeah, some do," he replied.  "Depends on the girl."

I had to ask a few questions, of course.  I had no idea what anal beads
were for, so he had to explain that (and it also explained the Astroglide,
ha!)  And the gag.  At first I had no idea WHERE that went.

Now, going back to what I talked about in Part I, before I met Eric I had
made some videos of myself naked.  I didn't really know what I was doing
then, but I knew it was naughty and it gave me a little thrill.  At one
point, I did a scene with a little light bondage.  I'd used a necktie from
a school uniform to tie up my cock and balls pretty tightly, and the scene
on the tape has me sitting in a chair with the camera lens zoomed in on my
genitals.  I used a belt to do a little light whipping of myself on my
thighs, and faked a little "no, no" stuff.  I have no idea where I got
that, or what inspired it, but nonetheless it was there.  And I also used
to fantasize while I was playing in the woods about some man showing up,
stripping me naked, tieing me up, and doing things to my body.

So of course, when I found Eric's handcuffs and bondage gear, I was fully
intrigued.  He'd of course seen my tape, so he knew about that part of it I
just mentioned.

"Want to try it out?" he asked.

Immediately, I felt my prick stiffen in my jeans.

"Hell yeah!"

"Okay," he said, "let me go lock the doors."  He left the room to do that,
and I decided to go ahead and tell him about my little fantasy, and how I
would sometimes get naked in the woods and pretend.  He seemed to be into
the idea, and suggested that we do something called "role playing."

"We're going to pretend that instead of us being friends, you're just some
kid who broke in here and I find you going through my shit," he said.

"Okay!" was my reply.

He exited the room for a minute, and shut the door, and I got back down on
my knees and started flipping through some of the porn mags he had in the
footlocker.  Then he came in again.

"What the fuck are you doing!  Who are you!" he bellowed.  It was actually
the first time I'd heard him yell; Eric really wasn't a mean person at all.

"I'm sorry, sir," I meekly replied.  "I...I was just looking at your
magazines."

"So you think it's okay to just come in someone's house and rifle through
their stuff?" he demanded.

"No...I...just thought this was someone else's house and let myself in."

"Well, I'll teach you a lesson about that, little boy.  Get over here."

I stood and walked over to where he was standing in front of the bedroom
door.  With a push on my shoulders, he said "Get on your fucking knees,
kid."  I hit my knees and he grabbed a fistfull of my blonde hair.  "I bet
you're a little fag, aren't you?  Well, let's see how good you are.
Unbutton my pants."

I reached up, excited about playing this game, and a little nervous, since
he'd never been aggressive before.  My hands shook a little as I pulled his
fly open and unzipped his jeans.

"Pull my cock out."

I tugged the waistband of his underwear down and released his dick, which
was about half erect.  He still had my hair in his hand, and he jerked me
towards hit.  "Kiss it, boy."

I puckered my lips and gave the very tip of it a kiss, then tried to back
off, as though I was resisting.

"Oh, no you don't," Eric said.  "I want you to fucking lick it.  Lick it
like a lollipop."

So I grabbed the base of his member and began to lick it up and down.  He
became fully hard, and guided me with his hand, focusing me on the head.  I
licked it like you would an ice cream cone, and of course he began to leak
precum, which I tasted.

"Please, sir, I'm sorry...please," I whined.

"Shut the fuck up."

He let go of my hair and tugged his jeans and underwear down to about his
knees.  "Lick my balls now," he told me.  I actually hadn't done this
before, but I put my tongue on the underside of his sack and began to lick.
I knew they were sensitive, so I was pretty gentle, but I did take each one
into my mouth and gently suck it.  Eric leaned his head back and moaned as
I did it, and I had sort of instinctively reached up and begun to stroke
his cock.

Looking down at me, he said "You are good, kid.  Now let's see what you're
working with."

With that, he pulled his pants back up (but didn't button them) and told me
to get up.  "Go to the closet."  As I went over there, he bent down and got
something out of the footlocker.

"Inside," he said.

His closet was a walk-in, with quite a bit of space.  Once we were in there
and the light was on, he took my t-shirt and quickly pulled it off of me,
throwing it on the floor.

"Reach up and grab the bar," he demanded, which I did.  The hanger bar was
pretty high up, and although I could reach it, I had to almost get on my
tiptoes to do so.  Eric took the handcuffs he'd gotten and fastened one
around my left wrist, then over the bar, and the other over my right wrist.
He fastened them pretty tight.  Not painful, but almost.  My heart was
racing.  I knew this was a sort of acting game, but I was really handcuffed
now, and Eric could do anything he wanted.  I guess I was half afraid he'd
just walk out and leave me there for a while, which would have sucked.  But
he didn't.

Instead, he backed up a step or two and just looked at me with this little
smirk on his face.  I was bound, with my arms up over my head, no shirt,
and light colored jeans on.  Because I was horny, there was a small bulge
in my crotch.

Stepping back over to me, he began to feel me up.  Starting with my hands,
then sliding down my arms, to my shoulders, down my sides, then back up my
belly.  When he got to my face, he rudely stuck his middle finger in my
mouth, deep, and made me suck it.  Then he bent down and traced his tongue
around my nipples, giving each one a little suck and bite.  I had never had
anyone play with my nipples before, and I was surprised that when he did
so, my prick jumped and swelled.  It felt amazing.

He reached up to a shelf and found a bandana, which he folded over and tied
over my eyes, blindfolding me.  The next thing I heard was the click of a
folding knife being extended.

"Oh God," I said, "please don't hurt me"

"Shhh," he replied.

I jumped a bit when I felt the cold steel blade touch my chest.  Slowly, I
felt it draw down, blunt side, to my stomach and over my belly button.
Then it was gone, and I felt the tug of his hands at my jeans.  He
unbuttoned my 501's and jerked them violently down, ripping them off my
feet.  Now I was just in my blue briefs.  I felt the palm of his hand cup
my penis and ballsack over the underwear.

"Feels like you're getting off on this, you little fag.  You like it?"

I nodded a little bit.

"You ever play with your little prick?" he asked.

"Yes, sir.  I sometimes do..."

"Mmmm, that's good."  He's rubbing me with his palm, over my undies.  "I
bet you can't cum yet though."

"No sir," I told him.  "I'm don't make cum yet...but I can go."

"We'll see about that."

His hand left my privates and I felt the side of my underwear, at the hip,
being lifted.  Again there was the cold steel, this time against my upper
thigh.  Eric cut the briefs, then finished by literally ripping them off
me.  I felt my little hard on spring out.

"Hmm, nice little head you've got on that cock," he said.

"Thank you," I whispered.

He grabbed my privates and squeezed them, a little hard.  Then he let go,
and there were about 5 seconds of nothing.  Then, without warning, I felt
my penis get engulfed in the warm wetness of his mouth.  I moaned at the
sensation--my first blowjob.  He was easily able to take all of me, since I
probably wasn't but about 3 inches long.  As he sucked me off, his hands
reached around and grabbed my ass.  He used his hands to make me thrust my
hips at him, saving him some effort.  As he did that, I felt him spread my
ass apart and there was a finger rubbing up and down the inside of the
crack, down to just above my asshole, then back up.  When it came near my
hole, my cock swelled, and I was a little surprised by the sensation.
Before long, he was rubbing the tip of his finger over it, putting light
pressure on my anus but not penetrating it.  It felt really good, and I
moaned again.

After a few minutes of him sucking my cock and feeling on my ass, he
stopped, pulled off my blindfold, and unhooked the handcuffs.  Grabbing my
dick, he pulled me back out of the closet and threw me onto his bed.
Digging in the footlocker, he pulled out a second and third set of cuffs.
These were fur-lined.

"Grab the headboard," he told me, and I did.  He passed the handcuffs
through an opening and fastened them.  Then he did my feet, with the
handcuffs connected to the chains, fastened to the footposts on each side
of the foot of the bed, making me spread-eagled.  And, of course,
completely under his control.

He stood up, at the foot of the bed, and looked at me.  His hand reached
down and stroked his own cock.

"You do have a nice body, kid," he said.  "I remember when my prick was
bald like that."

"What are you gonna do to me," I asked timidly.

"That's up to me," he replied.  "Did you like my mouth on your little bald
dick?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you want more?"

"Yes sir.  And I'll do anything to get out of here."

"Mmmm, good," he said.  "Well, I want you to beg.  Beg me to suck your
cock."

"Please, please, do it some more," I cooed.

"Do what some more?"

"Please suck me more sir.  It felt soooo good."

My begging got him even harder, and I saw a drop of his precum hit the
floor.

"Did you like my finger at your asshole?

"God yes," I replied.  "And I want you to stick it in."

"I don't know about that," he said.  "How bad do you want it?"

"More than anything!" I answered.

"Well, alright, then."

He got the lube from down there, and put a liberal amount on his middle
finger.  Climbing onto the bed with me, he reached down between my legs and
found my spincter again.  He was careful to rub some of the lube over it
before he slowly pushed his finger in.  When he entered me, I felt and
watched as my dick spasmed, and by the time he was knuckle deep, I probably
could have had an orgasm right then.

"Oh, God, sir...mmmmm...yes...."

He lowered his face to my cock and took it into his mouth again as he
fingerfucked me.  In and out he went, stopping sometimes to just move his
fingertip around inside me.

"Oh, oh, uhhhh, fuuuuuuuck" was about all I could manage.

It only took a minute.  Maybe less.  But with my prick in his mouth and his
finger in my virgin ass, I was over the edge.  My little 8-year-old penis
exploded in his mouth, and I could feel my asshole clamp down on him with
my rhythmic contractions.  Although I had no semen to spurt, I still
climaxed as though I did, with probably 10 good, though dry, muscle
contractions.  I'm actually glad we were alone, because I admit that I
screamed a bit with the pleasure of it all.  It was damn near unbearable.

When it was over, Eric very kindly unbound me.  I had to lie in his bed
naked for a while to recover.  To that point, it was the best orgasm I'd
ever had.