Eric was laying on his back in the middle of the king-sized bed in his friend Jeffrey's spare bedroom. He still had on the yummy ankle-length yellow mohair sweater dress that his friend was planning to post on Ebay later that evening. He was also quite securely bound and gagged. His ankles had been tied together with soft, black bondage rope and so had his...
The cold late October wind had thoroughly chilled both Eric and Jeffrey as they finished their round of golf at the neighborhood course. It was only noon but both men were die-hard golfers and had no problem starting early. Jeffrey, a tall thin man in his early seventies with bright blue eyes who still retained a nice head of white hair, was a retired wido...
Jeffrey positioned me on my knees in front of him. My arms were still cuffed behind me but he did untie the rope that had bound my ankles together. The penis gag was still in place and, of course, I was still wearing all that yellow mohair—the ankle length sweater dress with the turtleneck collar, the mittens and the knee high socks. I watched wide-eyed as h...
After their first playtime together (see A New Old Friend, Ch. 01) which ended with Jeffrey giving his bound and gagged friend a wonderful, slow hand job, Eric and Jeffrey began to play together on a regular basis. As with the first time, it was usually after golf at Jeffrey's house. The two men also e-mailed each other frequently, sharing bondage pictures,...
After Jeffrey's breathing returned to normal and his cock began to soften, he laughed and told me to continue to keep his cock in my mouth. "After all," he continued, "you are still tied up and rather at my mercy wouldn't you say?" I managed a "mmmppphh!" and nodded. I, too, was enjoying the moment. We remained like that for a few minutes—me tied hand an...
My wife and I live in a quiet subdivision. We are both in our early sixties. I am semi-retired while she is still working. Her job often requires her to travel so I am frequently alone, as was the case on a chilly Monday morning in January. Over the weekend, two men had moved into the house next to ours. They were about my age. We had introduced ourselves t...
Chapter 1: I parked my car four houses down from the house the man I was following had parked in front. I watched the middle-aged man who was about six-two and wearing a brown fleece jacket, jeans and a brown baseball cap get out of his car, throw a backpack over his shoulder and walk up to the front door of the non-descript but rather large house in a newe...
Eric was sprawled out on the couch, watching some mindless show on TV and debating in his mind whether or not it was time for his first beer of the weekend. It was a cold and rainy Friday afternoon in the middle of November and Eric was wearing sweatpants, thick white socks and black woolen turtleneck sweater. Shellie, his girlfriend, had left a little over...
It was a mid-February evening and a major snowstorm was hitting the Montreal area. It is the sort of evening one should wisely remain at home to cuddle in front of a fire with someone special. It certainly was not a night to go into town. I still do not know what exactly compelled me to want to leave the comfort of my apartment. Maybe it was the fact that...
Chapter Eight - Into the Trenches 8:00AM in the morning and here I am walking into the school, my first day at Algonquin. I discover to my dismay that the cafeteria on the Campus is comprised of seven vending machines, along with chipped, plastic laminate, mismatched tables and orange and yellow 'sixties plastic chairs in varying states of disrepair. Ther...