I could hear him messing with the rope behind me, but I couldn't figure out what was taking so long. I felt incredibly awkward standing there naked in the cool air, and I started to turn around to see what he was doing. "Nope!" he grunted, pushing my shoulder to twist me away from him. "Just wait." He seemed to keep fiddling with the rope, and I stood there naked, wrists crossed, feeling more and more foolish and wondering how the hell I had gotten myself into this.
Finally, I felt him slip a loop of rope around my hands and pull it snug, trapping my wrists together. He looped rope around and through and around again, binding me, and finally tied it off. "How's that?" he asked, and I gave a tug to see if I could get out. I couldn't budge them at all. "Feel OK?" he asked, and I nodded. "Not too tight?" I shook my head and realized I was trembling. What the hell was I doing? And why was my cock twitching and swelling?
He turned me back around and grinned as he placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed down. "Kneel," he said quietly. I felt myself letting him push me to my knees, my eyes trailing unwillingly down his chest, his belly with its downy happy trail, down to eye level with his dark bush and bobbing cock. Not more than half-hard yet, but twitching with his pulse and thickening in anticipation.
Hands on either side of my head, he pushed his pelvis forward. I felt the smooth soft spongy texture of his cock against my cheek, and smelled fresh soap in the wiry nest of his pubic hair. I instinctively pulled away, involuntarily testing my bonds again and finding my hands helplessly caught behind my back. He turned, his cock rubbing across my lips and freaking me out. He laughed and swiveled his hips, batting my blushing cheeks with his heavy dick. Embarrassed, I closed my eyes and cringed back, feeling his fingers twine into my curly hair and grasp me in place.
He once again pressed his cock, now harder, to my lips. "Suck," he grunted, and I reluctantly parted my lips. Eyes clenched tightly shut, I let him slide his rapidly stiffening cock into my warm mouth. "Teeth!" he growled.
I opened wider, getting my teeth out of the way. I bobbed my head forward and back as I guessed I should. Clumsy, but I was blowing him as I'd agreed. I wasn't sure what I was doing, and it was hard. HE was hard. And big. The texture of his cock was odd... hard inside but with a soft, smooth, silky surface against my lips and tongue. I was surprised to find myself thinking that his spongy head felt kind of good in my mouth. I ran my tongue around its ridge, pushing into the firm-soft flesh, curling all around it. He moaned, and I felt some strange sense of accomplishment.
I sucked harder, then let him slip almost out, then pressed forward to take him deeper in my mouth. My tongue slid along the seam of his shaft as he pushed. And he groaned. His hands clutched the sides of my head and scratched at my scalp. I realized that my cock was completely, shockingly erect, standing out from my lap as I kneeled in front of him. I would have grabbed it then, but my hands were tied tightly behind me, and that realization made me want even more to get hold of my cock.
But meanwhile, I had another cock to deal with, the big one stuffed inside my mouth. The one being pulled back, then pushed in again. "Teeth!" Bobby groaned again, pulling my head back by my hair and glaring down at me.
"Sorry," I rasped breathlessly, my eyes turned up to look at him. I leaned in quickly and took the head of his cock in, lips covering my teeth, and licked around it again, still looking up at him.
"Keep doing that," he growled, eyes intensely looking down into mine. I swirled my tongue around and around that meaty head, my spit painting it shiny and wet. He jumped and pulled out; I must have tickled him.
I leaned in and grabbed that head in my mouth again, sucking hard. He moaned loudly, and something had changed. I wanted to suck him. I liked it. I liked the feel of his dick in my mouth. I wanted to make it feel good. I had a cock of my own; I knew what would feel good.
I tickled the underside of his cockhead with the tip of my tongue, then stretched my tongue as far as I could along the seam of his shaft. I leaned into it, taking it deep enough to make me gag a little, then sucking hard as he pulled back and pushed in again. He started fucking my mouth now, his fingers tangled in my curls as he gripped my head and rocked his hips. I heard moaning and realized it was my own. Hands straining against my bonds, leaning into him, letting him hold me up by my head as he fucked my face, I ran my tongue around and around, sucking, moaning, squeezing, pulling at his thick meat in my hungry mouth.
Fully in his control and at his mercy, I could only keep sucking as he pumped in and out of my mouth, his groans rising in pitch and his grip on the sides of my head tightening. He gurgled, "I'm...coming!" and gasped, "Oh GOD!" and I felt his cock swell in my mouth and boil over, jets of hot gooey semen erupting against the back of my throat.
I gulped to keep from choking. His whole body stiffened, and his cock pulsed and oozed, stuffed all the way into my mouth. He thrust forward in a violent spasm; another spurt pulsed onto the back of my tongue and into my throat. I swallowed again, breathing hard through my nose. He shuddered, and I moaned and sucked hard on his dick, drinking from it like a meaty straw, pulling the last hot cords of his come into my mouth and down my throat. That made him shudder harder, spasming and squeezing my head between his strong hands, his pelvis rocking in short, jerky thrusts. I kept sucking, and he finally jerked back, too ticklish, his cock popping out of my spattered mouth.
Still holding my head in both hands, he stared down at me, panting and sort of wild-eyed. I reflexively licked my lips, finding a salty string of semen there. Whatever. I slurped it up and swallowed, making Bobby chuckle, which made me snicker and then laugh out loud. Our laughter fed off each other and built to the point where tears streamed from our eyes, and we both rocked back and forth, me on my knees with my hard cock bobbing, and Bobby holding his stomach as his dwindling erection oozed and bounced.
He wiped his teary eyes as our guffaws subsided. I couldn't wipe mine, as my hands were still firmly bound behind my back. Our eyes found each other, and I couldn't help grinning as I wondered what the future would hold for us, what was next. Bobby grinned back.
