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Subject: sleeping bag bondage
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I met Larry on the Internet, in a gay/bi chatroom. We discussed our
various interests; one of his was to experience bondage of some sort,
but he was completely new to the idea and had no idea how to proceed. I
had only a bit more knowledge of the subject, myself, but agreed that
we should meet and discuss it.
We met at the local coffee house, as agreed. Larry was a nice enough
fellow, engineer at a local power company; married, two kids and all
that. Quite nervous at our meeting. I had asked if he had ever been
with another guy before and he admitted that yes, he had, but as a kid
and it had been over 40 years! I myself was not that experienced but
had an idea what would be fun to try. And, I had made some
preparations...
We enjoyed our beverages (me, coffee; Larry, a latte) and I asked Larry
to follow me outside. He asked me where we should go from there. I
pointed to my camper in the parking lot. He looked surprised! "Here,
now?" he asked, incredulously. Yes, I told him, unless he was getting
cold feet. "No, no, let's go!" I had to hold him back as a car was
approaching in the parking lot lane!
I unlocked the camper and opened the door, motioning for Larry to enter
first. He climbed up, somewhat timidly, looking all around.
My camper is a vintage machine, a Class C walk-thru hunting rig built
on a Chevy 1 ton chassis. I worked hard to maintain that thing, mainly
because it was comfy in cold weather and would go places that other
rigs could not. I showed Larry around and he was dutifully impressed. I
showed him that everything worked; we even had hot water to wash up
with! I opened the fridge, it was stocked with water, pop and even a
six pack of cold cervezas. "Wow" was all he could say. It was a guy's
dream rig, really.
I had Larry sit on the side bench, which converts to a bed. I offered
him a pop or water; it was a bit early to drink. "I'd like a beer, just
to relax, if that's ok..." he asked. I got a cold one out for him. He
opened it and drank the first half of the can! Nervous? I asked. "Yes,
a little." I told him to just relax. I was not going to bite--hard,
anyway. He laughed.
I had Larry get up and I unfolded the bench into a bed. It was large
enough for two. I then three of my Coleman sleeping bags, and lay them,
still rolled-up, on the bed. These are the nylon-covered ones, not
down; they retain their shape when you lie on them. Also, instead of
the wimpy ties they supply to keep the bags rolled up, I had made nylon
straps with buckles, three for each bag. I had our little encounter in
mind. I had Larry sit, and I commenced to untie his shoes. I opted to
leave his socks on because it was a little chilly in the mornings there
in the desert.
He kept his hands on his knees, but I could see the rise in his
Dockers. I had him stand, and asked him to remove his shirt. As he was
unbuttoning it, I unzipped his slacks, undid his belt and then the
waist band hook; I let the loose-fitting slacks fall to his feet, and
there in front of me was an erect penis in a pair of BVD
tightey-whiteys, as I had requested that he wear. I was getting turned
on also. I gave his bulge a squeeze which resulted in an audible gasp
from Larry. I had him step out of his slacks and then I asked him to
pick up his pants and fold them and his shirt neatly, and to put them
on the other bench seat.
I unrolled one of the Coleman bags and laid it out on the bed. I had
Larry lay down on it, face up. His cock was now quite hard, and I
guessed it was a good 6 incher, and cut as I could see the outline of
his head in his briefs.
As Larry lay there and watched, I removed my shoes and sweats, and
stood there in my white briefs and tee shirt. I keep my tee shirt
tucked in my briefs; it just looks neater. I told Larry that I was
going to remove his briefs; I have found that anticipation is half the
fun of an encounter like this. I hooked my thumbs in his waist band
and slowly, ever so slowly, removed his briefs, pulling them down over
his erection; his penis seemed to fight the action but I was
relentless. As his dick finally popped free of the shorts, he gasped
again. "Ummmm" is all I could say as I was rewarded with the first look
at my new buddy's equipment. Nice set of balls, 6" cock as I had
guessed, perfectly circumsized head.
I then got a pair of panties out. I held them up to show him. They were
black, nylon, and quite plain; no lace, just smooth and shiny nylon. I
told him that I was going to put them on him, partly for the
humiliation (he had told me that he liked trying on his wife's panties
but felt embarrassed about it), and also to help contain the inevitable
explosion of cum that was going to happen to him. He loved that! He
raised his feet and legs, and I put the panties on him, slowly pulling
them up and over his calves, thighs, then his engorged manhood. He
lifted his hips and I snapped the panties up over his bubble-butt, and
then pulled them up in front. I could not help but give his dick
another squeeze, and I spent some time arranging his ballsac, using the
smooth sexy material of the panties to tease the hell out of this
touchy manhood. I even slipped my finger down to his anus and rubbed
there for a bit; that got quite a response; Larry bucked his hips and
acted as if he wanted to be fucked. Later for that, I told him.
I then took one of the Coleman bags and told him to hold his leg up. I
slipped the bag roll over his foot, and pushed it up his leg. I
adjusted the straps as needed to get the bag on, then I cinched the
straps up as tight as I could get them. I told Larry to let me know if
there was any tingling in his feet or if they fell asleep. I did the
same for his other leg. His cock flopped and jumped, and guessing by
his oral responses and the strength of his erection, he was quite
enjoying the attention that I was giving him. The bags are nylon on
both sides and that added to the pleasure. I knew this because I had
practiced it on myself, first.
I then took the end of the third bag, on which Larry lay, and pulled it
up roughly between his legs, spreading them and cramming a huge amount
of nylon padding between his legs all the way up to his crotch. I
flipped the end of the bag over his belly. It reached to his chest. I
placed my knee up against his crotch, roughly since the bag would pad
his vitals; he grunted as I kept forcing my knee into his crotch. I
took one of the bag-straps and scooted the end under his lower back,
under the bag he was laying on; then around his waist, then over the
other end of the bag that was between his legs. I ciched up the belt,
so as to make the bag into a sort of diaper for him. After that, I
squatted over him, with my erection sticking out, and sat on him, right
on top of the bag-diaper bulge that was over his own cock. I bore down
with all my weight, and scooted around, up and down, back and forth,
trying to rub him with all those layers of nylon and padding; it had
it's effect. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he was groaning and
grunting a lot. I got off suddenly and had him try to stand. The
sleeping bag leggings and diaper made it hard for him, I had to help
him up.
I decided to try something. I called him a damn fag, a sissy boy in
diapers, and other uncomplimentary things. I laughed at his appearance,
and chided him for having panties on also. He laughed too but it was a
nervous laughter; I could tell that he wanted more. I had him lay down
on the bed, this time face down. His huge bag-covered bubble butt was
ripe for humping, but first I had him put his arms behind him. I
secured his hands with one of the bag-straps, first winding my
sweatshirt arm around his wrists to prevent abrasions. I did the same
to his ankles, wrapping my sweatpants neatly around them, with a layer
of material between the ankles, then I tightly bound his ankles with
the last strap. Each time I yanked on it, he grunted and I could see
him thrusting his hips downward. "Do you like that, sissy boy?" I kept
asking him. "Yes" was always the answer, or "More, please".
I obliged him and hopped up on his back, by now I was completely naked
and wanting to bury my bone into his ass. But he was not ready yet.
Instead, I humped him, enjoying the feel of my cock sliding between the
many layers of sleeping bag, finding a love tunnel of it's own. Larry
responded by humping with me. I know his cock and balls and ass felt
good; the panties and sleeping bag combo I had tried many times and it
was always quite stimulating.
I massaged his shoulders as I humped him and the nylon bag, and held
him down; he was breathing quite heavy and I thought he might be close
to orgasm. I could not help it, and started plunging my erection into
the folds of the bag, and I know he could feel the point of my dick
against his ass cheeks. "Fuck me, " he kept saying. When I felt my
orgasm approaching, I roughly jerked his waist-belt loose, and pulled
the sleeping bag diaper down forcefully to about his thighs; I then
jumped on him and buried my cock between his legs, thrusting it as deep
into the nylon-nest as I could; I felt myself hitting his ballsack from
outside the panties he had on, and that sent me and him over the edge.
We both started cumming with a shout, grunts and groans, thrusting,
cumming, cussing; I held onto him like a dog, fucked him like a horse;
my cum squirted all over his nylon-covered crotch and legs; he was
cumming inside the panties I had forced him to wear. I think our
orgasms lasted about a full minute, with a nice afterglow, as I lay on
him, panting away like a stud, exhausted.
I finally dismounted, and helped him turn over, removing the bags one
by one, and then the panties; yep, he came alright! The panties were
soaked, from one side to the other, waist elastic to crotch from him,
and crotch all the way up his rear from my emissions. "Sorry," Larry
was saying. I told him I had to wash everything anyway.
I surprised Larry and took his still-wet cock in my mouth, cleaning it,
and enjoying his man-cum taste. I massaged his ballsac, and darned if
he didn't start getting hard again, right away!
We discussed our activities over a couple of cold bottles of Perrier;
Larry said that he enjoyed it very much and wanted to do it again. I
asked him what he would like to try next time; he stated that while
under me, he had this strong feeling that he wanted me to take him,
anally. I asked him if he was kidding; no, he said, he was serious; he
wanted to be fucked. Tied up, and fucked. In such a way that he could
not back out of it. Raped, as it were. I asked him about that. He told
me that had been his fantasy for years, since he read an account of a
guy in college that was screwed by a couple of jocks, against his will
at first, then willingly later. It was a fantasy story, but he wanted
to live it out.
Ah, that is for next time.