Waking to new experiences, especially those we would think of as beyond our limits, brings surprises more often than never. At times, we think we have hit our own ceiling and we fear there might be nothing better than what we have then.
In my case, there were some things that I came to discover as time went by. First, the fact that things will not last forever, no matter how much we try to make them endure. Second, there are always new chances to try and experiment in different contexts and with different characters, even if the story is very similar. Last, you can choose what you want to become and how long you want to be so.
When Mary and I had our first opportunity to talk about things, we were outside the church we would attend. We had a big sense of guilt since there was something we could not deny: we were in-love with each other, but also with him.
When they had their own opportunity to talk it over, the topic was not that they were in-love with me, but that he was not so sure to want to continue the relationship with (only) Mary.
When Adrian and I talked alone... well, we did not talk; we fucked all morning long with more curiosity and desire to try what we could not exactly feel with Mary. It was the beginning of something that could be thought of as a ritual where we would have mutual or alternate blowjobs, anal for both and finally a kissing session that might end with a handjob and prostate massages. I came to enjoy his hairy body and his long cock much as I enjoyed Lil's large boobs or Mary's firm ass.
Adrian was very into this ritual, and it did not bother me at all. The only difference that we had in that first time alone that we never ever had again was something in our psyche: he wanted to remain gay rather than bisexual. If you ask me, up to now, I still love cocks and vaginas, getting ass-fucked or fucking someone's ass, pussy or mouth. I fully identify myself as bisexual. Even in that time, I loved fucking his ass or Mary's as much as I craved for his shaft deep inside my ass.
As I might someday narrate, I have had a great share of sex partners, solid relationships and one-night stands, homo or heterosexual. There have been times when my craving for cock is really big, but others when having a woman eagle-spread to eat her pussy is all I want to satisfy my drive. Nonetheless, that morning (after I had talked to Mary), I was definitely sure that I wanted to have both of them with me forever. Young man dreams.
So, on and on, we had our sexual exchanges, where we had some great adventures, either two of us or as a threesome. The best of all experiences could always be outdone by the next. Mary and I had decided to keep our encounters infrequent and secret; in the end, she was still his girlfriend. Adrian and I would keep morning sessions for only ourselves at least twice per week and they... well, I never asked. Anyway, when it was about our threesome sessions, we had discovered the pleasure of light bondage (although the term, as many others, was unknown to us).
Indeed, we enjoyed that wild way to discover sexuality and we did not label what we did. Our single referent was some porn films and a couple of mags. Funny as it was, those evening rituals were the base of our lifestyle. I kept my relationship with Mary's cousin, but she never joined, or even knew of, our games.
Then, the party came to its closing. Sad as it may be, after a year, when Adrian decided to break up with Mary, it was not only due to his feelings, but also because of his mandatory home change. Having his mother decided to retire, she was not going to keep a house in our hometown but in hers. Adrian was not really happy to leave, but he knew his scores at university were not the best to convince his family to let him stay behind. Therefore, they both would move out, and we would also have to break up.
One morning, our last ritual simply turned into something somehow magic and absolutely different to those things we would always do. To begin with, we were in my room, my parents out at work and my brother at school. As many other times, we would have beer and a porn movie to heat things up. It is a must to say we never watched a single gay film. We knew we could not risk getting busted with anything that could give us away. Thus, we got something a bit unusual for us: a film showing a "witch" chained and sodomised by a clergyman. It took no time to have us both imagining a session like that. The handcuffs we used with Mary were always attached to my schoolbag, so we simply decided to get ourselves a large stock of beer and we locked ourselves in my room.
On our own, we had never tried any bondage games, but it was our morning together, the last of them, so we did not even think of it at all. We simply sat together on my bed, the film forgotten as we started to kiss. His hands ran on my chest and mine on his hairy legs. We both were wearing only shorts, so nearly every spot of skin was within our mourning reach.
He was indeed ready to fuck me. His eight incher was as hard as I could desire (not that mine was asleep) and his toned body was right under my anxious hands. Soon his nipples were in my hands, but only for a minute. An instant later, Adrian was handcuffing me to the headboard and my hands could not have any more action.
In just a moment, I could feel Adrian's beard rubbing my chest while his lips engulfed my nipples. Truth is no one can lick and nibble your lips better than him. I felt my cock trapped under a jockstrap that I wanted to wear for this time; growing and asking for release. Since I was handcuffed, I could not reply, only see his tongue and teeth do my nipples. The sensation was incredible. He did not waste a single moment to please me with his mouth as his hands fondled my legs. After a while, he kissed me and our tongues looked for each other passionately. His hands rubbed my cock over the shorts, and I wanted him to look for my cock now. However, he was patient enough to just kiss me everywhere he wanted, rubbing his beard on my skin, a completely weird, but hot sensation. This was not the first time we had had sex alone, but he was making me boil as he had never done before.
"Please," I begged. "Release my cock. I feel it is the hardest ever."
"No," was his reply. "You need to control it and it might be a good idea to have it wait a bit." And so he did. His mouth went down my legs, kissing my thighs as I never thought it could happen. The exquisite sensation of his kisses and nibbling was astonishing. I could only moan, feeling what it was like to have someone supplying this level of pleasure to you. I wanted his mouth in my cock, and I wanted his cock in my ass, but he decided to do my feet.
Slowly, Adrian took my left foot toes into his mouth. It was an excruciating pleasure that made my wrists ache as I started to pull to get free from his mouth.
"Fuck!" I thought. "My cock is painfully hard!" My hard-on was pushing more than ever against the jockstrap as he licked my ankle and my instep.
Finally, after long minutes of pleasure and pain, the moment came when he took off my shorts. I was ready now to feel my cock free; however, my friend decided that my right foot deserved the same treatment that the left one had had. If you have ever had your feet licked, you should know that the experience is incredibly sensual, but certainly hard to endure, even more when your wrists are tied. How can I describe the mix of pain in my wrists, in my cock, versus the immense pleasure that his scratchy beard was causing in my legs? My balls felt hard too, my muscles were tense and the pressure of the jockstrap was not enough to help me cum. I have never been the kind of guy who simply ejaculates at any touch, even of my penis; thus I wanted my cock to be pleased so badly.
"Fuck, man!" I exclaimed between moans. "I'm too fucking horny. At least get me some beer"
"That's a good idea," he said. The tension that I was experiencing was soon released, but only for a few seconds before having him sit against my cock with a can of beer in his hand. I wanted beer, I wanted to be fucked, I wanted to cum. That delicious sensation of being deprived of pleasure with pleasure is undescribable. Adrian simply opened the can, had a long gulp and then kissed me, letting cold beer enter my mouth as we shared the kiss.
Even now, many years after that moment, I can still remember that cold kiss and the warmth in my cock against his. Nevertheless, what followed was even more erotic as he went back to my nipples and licked them with his now cold mouth. I wanted to push my cock against his ass, but he moved around and kept drinking beer and then licking my nipples, placing the cold can on my belly.
It did not take long for the can to be empty, so Adrian kept his torturing plan, having me turn around, helping me to not get hurt by the handcuffs and having me on all fours on my bed. I was anxious to feel him remove the jockstrap, but instead, I only had the band covering my ass crack pulled aside. I wanted him inside me so badly, and I pushed my ass upwards to offer it to him. He moved slowly around the bed, got another can and knelt behind me.
"I want you in," I murmured, thinking he was going to prepare my anus for penetration. Wrong again! He got the can and, splitting my ass cheeks, he placed it between them. I gasped when I felt he was using the jockstrap to hold it at place while he started spanking me lightly with both hands. He used the tips of his fingers to caress my back thighs in between spanks. New spanks would slap harder, then his fingers would run on my skin, his thumbs venturing under the cold can.
I had relaxed enough to not feel a terrible urge to cum and I was enjoying the game when his right hand landed hard against my ass. Even the can fell off its position. Before I could even react to the burn in my ass, he spanked my left cheek. Believe it or not, I was getting hornier and hornier in a way that I had never imagined; pain and pleasure kept me in delirium, my cock getting really hard again. It was evident that he was horny too, but he was not even removing his shorts.
