The Timeless Adventures of a Young Man and His Older Lover

He was a guest; a friend of the family. On weekends when visiting, we slept on the two couches in the living room. It was very early morning; he worked in a bar into the early morning hours. I was lightly sleeping and heard him come in quietly, moving about and setting up his sleeping place on the couch. I heard him take off his clothing, lighting up a cigarette and then gave a low chuckle. He knew I wasn’t asleep, so I turned over to face him and said “What’s up?”He smiled, “you tell me.” He was an older man, a nice guy but often horny as hell. I was in college, in my early 20’s while he was in his late forties. We both knew what was ‘up’.

Regardless, we truly enjoyed each other’s company, going to bars, playing different games, bowling, visiting privater clubs where I would simply watch and enjoy his company. Clearly, he enjoyed mine. Ours was a good friendship: if I ever needed money, he’d loan it to me or if he needed any rides (he didn’t drive) I would go out of my way to make sure he arrived safely and on time (he was notoriously late on a number of occasions, but when I drove him, he always got there on time - something we really appreciated as it saved him from losing jobs).

The first time we physically connected was a total surprise for me. I had known for some time he was gay, and that he often had eyes for me. In response, I would tease him, walking around in my underwear at first, but when I learned he enjoyed jock straps, I made it a point to get some - particularly those that clearly were not practical for gym use. I bought some jock straps - plain white, albeit smaller: not the wide waist band regulars, but the summer ones with a small, narrow band a sheer cup just barely covering my cock and balls, I also made it a point to buy a size smaller so that the tightness was obvious. I didn’t get excited with him, however, whenever I did these things. I remember coming in to the living room one early morning. We‘d often sit, chat and with TV. I had no real intent in gay sex, but it was fun to see his reaction. He knew that I did this deliberately and found it somewhat amusing, especially coming from a younger male. But I also noticed that as I got older, his look got more intense. Clearly, he was more than just interested in me; there was a deep desire. But still, I would go ahead and tease him. One night, I walked about wearing my new revealing, tight jock strap; I stooped and stood in front of him with my legs wide open. Seeing his face red and his breathing stronger, I said in a coquettish manner, “You seem to be getting hot. Do you want me to turn up the air conditioner?” I stood there with my legs open, one side slightly leaning and my pelvis slightly pushed forward, with a small smile on my face. He practically dropped his cigarette from his mouth and slowly shook his head back and forth. For the rest of that evening, he said little, seemingly mulling something over. I look back on that time and realize that if he had been alone, there was little doubt he would’ve simply taken me.

But the branch finally brought when, after a night of teasing, I woke up - with a huge hard on. I had never had such a big cock before. Morning wood yes, but this was huge. And above all, I needed to do something about it - now.

Now I was the one who was truly hot - and truly out of control. A bug had bit me - really strongly. I note knew what Spiderman felt when he got bit by a radioactive spider for the first time.

I listened carefully and realized the house was quiet and empty. Everyone else had gone off to work or wherever, leaving me alone with Fran. Fran was a working class guy, having been gay since he was young. He was also a street tough and although he was clearly gay, he wasn’t afraid to use his fists. He was also a decent man, and in our early time together we remained a gentleman. One or twice he tried a pass but I politely turned him down. But now it was different: I wanted him.

He slept peacefully on the couch. Outside, the traffic was going about. The shades were drawn against the early summer sun and the indoor air was on, creating a sense of isolation despite the activity outside. I didn’t have to go back until tomorrow, but I stood and watched him sleep. I also realized that my jock strap was far too tight to keep my cock in and I had to take it off. Once my jock strap was off, my cock got even bigger. I started to stroke it, looking at Fran sleeping.I decided then to go for it, slowly and gently mounting him. I covered my cock with my jock strap, waiting for him to awaken - which he did with a small start. Looking at me with a quizzical look, I leaned over and whispered gently in his ear, “we’re alone now.” He thought he was dreaming. Looking down at my cock he reached over and slowly pulled my jock strap out of my hand, looking up at me he had a look of pleasant surprise - one of gentle desire. “Come to me” he said and then caressing my ass with his hands, he grabbed them and gently but with firmness pulled me closer to him, bringing my cock into his mouth. Grabbing my balls and then my cock I gave a small squeak as he dived in, sucking me with a firmness and passion that caught me by surprise. I ran my hands through his hair, moaning as he moved with greater emphasis. He was awake and knew this was no dream. And then suddenly, he pulled me down to his side and we laid face to face. We stopped and just looked at each other eyes, as he then gave me a long lingering kiss as he moved on top of me, whipping off the blanket and wrapping his arms around my chest. I then felt an insistent push down below,… I knew them it was his hard on - and it was big, searching for a place to go into,… He found it; my ass was open. He quickly pushed his cock into me. I threw my head back and turned my head side to side. I felt the energy rising in me as he fucked me with a deliberate passion, loving me with a strong insistence, the sound of him grunting and me laying back with my mouth open, feeling his cock move in and out, learning a new joy,…. He wasn’t just fucking: he was taking his time, moving with a focus and strong desire. He wanted me - and nothing was going to stop him, even me. He desired me but in a way that wasn’t just for fucking.

We started something a little bigger than just a quick fling - and I could tell it was going to be fun.

Fran was an older man, and enjoyed fucking me - but not just because of my youth; he also liked me for who I was. It was mutual: I’ve always enjoyed turning him on, teasing him - but now it was physical. I learned from Fran that friends being together and enjoying sex is a powerful thing. The closer the trust and friendship, the better the sex. It was obvious he was experienced in love making and enjoyed playing around with a younger guy; his touch and actions were powerful and turned me on - while my willingness to be available whenever and wherever made him insatiable.

Fran reminded me of history when older men would ’adopt’ and teach the younger men the ways of the world in exchange for hot sex. With Fran, I learned about how things really worked, to make deals and work with all kinds of people. In exchange, sometimes in bars or private booths that were for certain crowds we would ‘connect’ at a moments notice - look into each others eyes and he would move in as I would lay back, pull down my pants and open wide, him fucking me in the booths and small rooms. Other times I would simply bend over a table or a counter top and he would move in, drop his pants and push himself in.

I look back and remember how he enjoyed fucking me in small private crowds, sometimes to the envy of his fellow colleagues as I would willingly open my legs and lay back on small tables or bend over in quiet corners as he would fuck me with a focused passion. Other times, he would push me against a wall, pull down my pants and give me amazing blow jobs: a particular favorite act he enjoyed doing with me. I also enjoyed walking around in such places: checking in our clothing in the lockers and then me walking in front of him to enjoy the view, wearing my tight jock strap, my cock hard and erect, reaching past the elastic waist band - while he made it a point to protect me from others who would to take me if they had the chance - binding me and gagging me and fucking me to their hearts content if they could.

But I was only for Fran: I would make that clear as he fucked me, with me calling out his name when I would cum - sometimes with no help as the feeling of his cock going in and out of me was often enough for me to let go what I had in my balls.

Later, I learned that Fran was a bottom, but only with me he was a dominant top - and totally in charge. Which was why one evening I gently asked him to show me bondage. I remember his look. Standing in his white underwear I immediately saw his bulge appear, with him whispering - nearly choking - “Yes; I can do that.” I said that I didn’t have anything to use, but he said 'no problem’, walked into the kitchen and returned with a roll of duct tape. Pulling a strand off, he stopped and held it, starting at me with an intensity that I hadn’t seen before from him: “turn around and cross your hands behind your back.” Doing so I felt him quickly wrapped the tape around my wrists. I tried to get untied, saying “damn, -“ when suddenly I heard another strand being ripped off - and taped over my mouth. I gave a surprised “Mpf!” as he rubbed the tape slowly, deliberately and thoroughly in my mouth as if to make be understand that this time, it was going to be different. He then reached from behind me, pushed me toward the couch, his rock-hard cock rubbing against my ass, pinching my nipples as I was forced to move forward - and then pushed me down, and rolled me over to face me as I looked up and saw his huge cock. I struggled about seeing if I could get untied, but Fran only said in a low, conversational voice as he pulled off his underwear revealing a true hard cock: “you won’t get out of duct tape. It’s stronger and better than rope and handcuffs. Handcuffs you can learn to click them off and rope you can eventually wriggle out of them but duct tape is tough, strong and stays on. The only way to get maybe get them off is to get them wet, but that can be stopped. If you know how to fuck somebody with duct tape, you know to fuck for awhile, stop, get cooled off and then do it again. This way, you'll never get free unless I want you to.“

I could only responded with "MPF!" while staring at his hard, dominant cock. He wrapped several layers of duct tape around my wrists: they weren't getting off. I laid there helpless, as he slowly ruined his cock, applying lube: his cock shining in the low room light, long, thick and hard. I could just see it move in time to his fast-beating heart.

"This is for you," and with that he lifted my legs, moved in and leaning against my open, exposed thighs pushed in his cock into my ass as I gave a surprised sound of moaning. But I couldn't make a loud noise: you could barely hear me in the room. "Yes, keep doing that! No one's gonna hear you - except me!" He started to push in more insistently, whispering, "this is how you get bound and gagged. I'm not gonna stop until we're done!"

I was always learning from Fran; it was always a hot moment.

Fran continued as he continued fucking me, pushing in with long, exaggerating thrusts: “I’ve been wanting to bind and gag you for a long, long time. God, you’re such a hot little tease but now I got you right where I want you; let's see you tease me now!” as he horsely whispered in the quiet. I laid back helplessly as he plowed into me like he had never done before when we’ve been together. I watched as he stopped for a moment, reach over and pull out his belt from his pants and then wrapped it around my upper arms, forcing them tightly against my body, saying to me as he tightened them “you’re not going anywhere,” looking at me closely as laid there. I said nothing but wanted him as he moved in, his face inches from my face and then his cock going in, pushing it in with no hesitation, watching me closely as I moaned and shook my head feeling the pressure as it went in and out, slowly and ever steadily. Once in my ass, he kept it there for a moment - and then started the rhythm, back and forth, each thrust in hard and deep. I looked into his eyes; total lust and desire with a slight smile showing his triumph: after all this time, he finally is fucking me the way he always wanted to, as I laid there helplessly bound and firmly gagged.

It then hit me: he loved me.

I was only for him.

I looked back at all the times I would sit on the couch, my legs slightly open, leaning back and listening to his stories, sharing his victories and sadness, leaning over as I would refill his drinks or find other ways to make him comfortable because, well that’s what you do for your good friend. He could've raped me then and there, but he didn't: he waited - for this very moment.

And now I gave what I had left to give: me, in the way he wanted me. And so here were two old friends expressing their care for one another; sharing the heat and juice of each other’s company.

Isoon stopped struggling and simply just laid back and focused on enjoying the moment. I stared back at him, my eyes half closed, in a moment of total surrender, as he thrust ever harder and faster, murmuring as he went. At first I couldn’t understand him, but then it started to be heard: “I - finally- got you-“ said over and over. I looked down and realized that I was wearing the very same jock strap that I had first teased him with. I had been awhile, but now I laid before him, legs open wide, tightly bound with duct tape and a leather belt, gagged to the point where I could hardly be heard. My jock strap was moist and soaked with pre-cum. I looked down and watched as his cock worked hard between my straps, my cock hard and pushing and rubbing against my strap: his cock ramming between my legs as my cock pushed and rubbing even more against my jock strap, seemingly trying to get out.

He continued, “you and jocks straps - are - my - weakness!“ and then I couldn’t understand him anymore and he was pushing and thrusting hard and fast. I knew that he could barely contain himself whenever I walked around in his place wearing my jock strap, sometimes stopping and posing before him where seemingly (as one example) looking like I’m reading a book but really just teasing him. Now, with this moment passing, I realized that he would no longer hesitate to take me at any time to satisfy himself. I actually looked forward to this and looked forward to when we would be going out more often, only this time to me conducting our acts of passion in the open; there was something very liberating about all this. Here we were: a younger man bound and gagged with duct tape and a leather belt, under the total control and domination of an older man twice his age. Fran was moving and acting like a madman possessed by a powerful desire, while I, as his prisoner, unable to call for help or move to escape, laying back with legs wide open and in total surrender, eyes half closed in a moment of both acceptance and enjoyment watching as he fucked.

It was only making him even crazier.

The sweat was pouring from his body: his muscles were straining and his breath ragged while I calmly and cooly watched him pound me.

But something moved me.

It was then found myself lifting my head toward him, our faces inches apart. I felt deep inside of me a feeling that I didn’t have before: deep down below, I felt a growing feeling of total excitement and a desire to connect even more. I looked at him with a longing, my head tilted to one side as I saw his eyes open wide and his mouth panting and breathing fast. Suddenly he stopped, ripped my gag off and before I could say anything, sunk his mouth into mine, his tongue lashing around the inside of the mouth, looking and exploring. I found myself answering, my tongue dancing with his, and then moaning aloud I say “yes! Oh! Uh!” with every thrust of his cock I threw my head back and called out his name, “Fran!” I didn’t care about the neighbors (the old lady next door who didn’t understand two guys being together), noise we make or any other neighbors: I only wanted this moment with Fran, and a deeper closeness as we fucked and everyone be damned! He responded “Yes! Yes!” Yes!” every time I called out his name, with each "yes"! having a thrust of his rock hard being going into me.

I watched down, seeing his cock go in and out of me with a flash; so hard, fast and deep! I laid there, legs wide open, helpless in my duct tape bondage, the feeling of penetration fast and not quite overwhelming but rather fasting into the background as we gave more attention to each other. Looking into the eyes of my lover; my legs were wide open as I could as I strained to give myself to him, whatever I could, shaking my head back and forth under the total control and joy of his cock powered by his passion, his face over inches away from my face.

It was then felt a growing warmth as I realized that I was also working to a climax. I was desperate: I didn't want this to end! I was torn between trying to delay it so as to make this moment could last longer, but it was no use: I was working toward a total surrender - and he could see it in my widened eyes and my crazed moaning sounds. It was only a matter of minutes. Turning away from me he then looked down toward my waist, looking at my soaking wet jock strap and my hard cock, and then slowly lifting his head with his eyes closed and then arching his back he literally shouted my name aloud - enough to be heard through the row house walls. I felt his cock slowing down and just thrusting in individual thrusts as his gave several strong releases into me, each time thrusting as hard as he could - as I then quickly joined in, my back also arching sharply and my cock giving a sweet release back as I moaned out “Fran!”, lifting my head and bending my back as I gave out sweet release, flooded by a series of uncontrolled long, hot wet licks - geysers of cum released from my body - shooting and soaking completely my jock strap as the cum starting to pump out of my strap, leaking through the elastic as I found myself rubbing it onto Fran’s chest, with Fran watching me closely as I rubbed whatever I could onto him as if to mark him, give him what, as he first stared down at my cock and jock strap and then looking at me as I looked back at him while rubbing against him as much as I could seeing him with a low smile on his face.

He got me to cum without having to suck me off; I felt a degree of happiness as I gave him the gift of himself back to him: my cumming for him just by his cock ramming me. A brief quiet moment of mutual silence - and then a series of slow passionate kisses as the tide passed. We finally stopped and gently laid our heads against one another.

It was the moment when I didn't want to be untied: I wanted to stay bound for him.

I knew then that I would do anything for Fran and that I wanted to because it was right and it was good. A thought appeared: at that very moment, above all, what I wanted was to be able to walk with him in broad daylight - perhaps even bound and nude! - like the prisoners and slaves of the ancient world, always available and wanting to satisfy my lover’s need to satisfy himself regardless of where we were or who saw us; ready to dance for him nude, bound and gagged, bending over or laying back - because it was normal. A older man and his young, hot and willing prisoner boy. I wondered if we weren’t some past lives meeting up again: a past relationship between two former lovers who are once again reunited in hot, sticky passion - and intense pleasure.

Looking in his eyes, he knew and wondered all this too, and with a smile said to me, “Good morning; I think we should stay in today, don’t you?”

My bindings were still tight: who as I to argue as I was in no position to say otherwise.I tried moving about and pulling on them, but he chuckled: "I'm not done with you yet."

It was a Sunday anyhow,…