#3 - Hands Tied for the Straight Neighbor
Brody’s words still hung in the air between us.
“I saw something in a porn video once… What do you think about tying up your hands?”
I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly he was opening up. Only one night after showing me his list, Brody was already suggesting something more intense. The shy, nervous straight guy from yesterday was starting to show a different side, and I liked it.
I smiled up at him from my knees. “You mean handcuffs?”
Brody nodded, his cheeks still flushed but his eyes darker now.
I stood up slowly. “Let me see what I have.”
I walked to my bedroom and came back a moment later holding a pair of soft pink fabric handcuffs. They were simple, comfortable, and strong enough for what we needed.
When I returned to the living room, Brody was standing by the couch, completely naked. His thick eight-inch cock stood out at a proud ninety-degree angle, hard and heavy.
I held the handcuffs out to him with a playful smile. “Tie me up, boss.”
Brody let out a short, nervous laugh as he took the cuffs from my hands. His broad shoulders squared as he stepped closer. I put both my hands together in front of me and gave him a soft, submissive look.
He carefully wrapped the soft pink fabric around my wrists and clicked the cuffs shut. The material was gentle against my skin, but the restraint was real. I tested them lightly. My hands were now locked together.
Brody stepped back and sat down on the couch again, legs spread wide. His hard cock pointed straight up, thick and glistening from my earlier work.
“This will keep those hands away,” he said, voice low and rough.
I carefully lowered myself back down to my knees, wrists bound in front of me. It took a little maneuvering, but I managed to shuffle closer to his crotch. I leaned in, tilted my head, and slowly took his cock back into my mouth. The angle was tricky with my hands cuffed, and I let out a small laugh around his thickness.
“Fuck…just put it in me already”
Brody smiled, looking more relaxed and open than before. He watched me intently as I started sucking him again, lips sliding up and down his thick shaft.
I took my time, moving slowly, letting my tongue swirl around the head and along the veined underside. Every bob of my head made wet, sloppy sounds echo in the quiet room.
After a few minutes, Brody suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop. He stood up, towering over me. Naked, muscular, and confident. From my position on the floor I had a perfect view upward — his heavy pecs, the defined ridges of his abs, the powerful V-lines leading down to his thick, hard cock that pointed straight at my face.
He looked down at me, eyes intense.
“Let me fuck your face,” he said, voice deeper than I had ever heard it.
I was pleasantly surprised again. A slow grin spread across my face.
“Brodyyy… I like this side of you.”
He gave a small, almost shy smile, but there was clear heat behind it. “Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “I always had this dominant side inside me.”
Both of his big hands came up to the back of my head, fingers sliding into my hair. He gently but firmly gripped my hair and pointed the head of his cock toward my mouth.
“But my wife was barely interested in having sex,” he continued, voice rough as he held me in place. “So I could never try these things out with her.”
I looked up at him, eyes locked on his, and said softly, “Well, you’ve got me now. You can try whatever you want.”
Then I slid my mouth over his thick cock, taking him in as deep as I could from this new standing angle. The position made it easier for his cock to slide straight down my throat.
I tried to take him further, but I could only get about three quarters of the way before my throat resisted. Still, it was closer than I had managed on my knees. I looked up at Brody’s face while I held him there. His eyes were closed, head tilted back, lips slightly parted. He looked like he was having the best moment of his life.
His left hand moved from the back to the top of my head. His fingers slid into my hair and gripped firmly.
“Stay right there,” he said, voice low and rough. “And open your mouth wide.”
I did exactly what he told me. I liked following his instructions. I relaxed my jaw and opened as wide as I could, eyes still locked on his face.
Brody started moving his hips. Slowly at first. He pushed forward, and this time his thick cock slid past the point where I had always stopped on my own. My nose brushed against the short hair at the base of his cock. The feeling of being so full, so completely taken, sent a shiver through me.
He began to fuck my face with steady, controlled thrusts. Each push sent his heavy cock gliding over my tongue and deep into my throat. The sensation was intense. The thick head stretched my throat open, the veined shaft sliding against the tight walls. Every time he pulled back I could breathe for half a second before he pushed in again, filling me completely.
Brody’s grunting grew heavier. Low, deep sounds escaped his chest with every thrust. His breathing was loud and ragged. His hips started moving faster, the pace building. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth filled the room.
He suddenly pulled his cock all the way out, leaving me gasping for air. Thick strings of spit connected my lips to his glistening shaft. He gave me only a few seconds to breathe before he pushed back in, deeper this time.
“Look up at me while you suck that big cock,” he ordered, voice thick with lust.
I tilted my head back slightly and looked straight up at him. A grin had formed on his face, raw and satisfied. He started fucking my face again, harder now. His hips snapped forward with more force. Gluck. Gluck. The disgusting wet sounds grew louder as spit pooled in my mouth and spilled down my chin.
His cock was buried deep with every thrust, stretching my throat wide. I could feel every vein, every pulse of his thick shaft as he used my mouth.
He looked down at me again, eyes dark and hungry.
“Can I cum inside your throat?” he asked, voice strained.
With his cock still buried halfway in my mouth, I looked up at his handsome face and nodded slowly, up and down.
Brody let out a low laugh, almost disbelieving. “Okay…I am close”
He gripped my hair tighter and started fucking my face harder. His abs contracted visibly with every powerful thrust. His heavy thighs flexed. His hips drove forward with purpose. I could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling even thicker in my throat.
Then he groaned loudly, the sound deep and raw. His entire body tensed. His cock pulsed hard as the first thick rope of cum shot straight down my throat. He kept thrusting through it, grunting with every spurt, feeding me load after load. I held him deep, throat working around him as I swallowed everything he gave me.
When the last pulse finally faded, Brody slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. It slid free, shiny with my spit and streaked with thin white lines of his cum. I leaned forward and gave the head one slow, gentle suck, cleaning the last drops.
Brody collapsed back onto the couch, his powerful body sinking deep into the cushions. His chest heaved, thick thighs spread wide, and a dazed, satisfied expression covered his face.
“Fuck… that was…” he breathed, unable to finish the sentence.
I slowly got up from my knees, wrists still cuffed in front of me. “Best head you’ve ever gotten?”
Brody let out a heavy, manly laugh that rumbled from deep in his chest. “Obviously… Dude, thanks man.”
I held both my cuffed hands out toward him. “You want to help me take these off? Or is your plan to go for another round?”
He laughed again, the sound warm and tired. His big hands reached forward and carefully uncuffed me. The rough, manly touch of his fingers against my wrists sent a strong jolt straight to my cock.
“As much as I would like that,” he said, voice still rough, “my cock needs to rest after that.”
I took the cuffs from him and smiled.
Brody leaned back for a moment, catching his breath. “Thanks man… Really. Like you have no fucking clue how that felt.”
“Trust me, I know,” I replied, smirking. “But I am glad I could help out.”
Brody slowly stood up. He pulled his boxers and shorts back up his thick thighs, adjusting himself with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah man…”
I watched him for a second, then added, “Now you don’t have to hesitate to try the other items off your horny list.”
Brody laughed softly as he walked toward the door. “Honestly? After tonight… I am definitely going to have you check off number two off my bucket list.”
I smiled. “Goodnight, Brody.”
“Night, Finn.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
I turned back into the quiet apartment, still tasting his cum down my throat. I wiped the corner of my lip with my thumb, feeling the wetness there. My own cock was hard as fuck, throbbing inside my underwear.
Fuck. Watching that straight, thick-bodied man slowly lose control and take what he wanted had me more turned on than I had been in a long time. One item down. Three more to go. And after tonight, I had a strong feeling Brody was going to want them all… and then some.
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