A gay story: Gerry Pt. 03 “I don’t understand?” I asked Gerry. “Why did you say you had sex with other guys before if you hadn’t?”
“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think you would have sex with me. I wanted to convince you. I wanted to be sure.”
“Yeah, well I’m pretty sure I would have done it anyway. You’re kind of irresistible. But I have to say, some of that stuff you do in bed is crazy. Especially for a straight guy. Did you do that with girls? Is that where you learned it?”
“No, not really, mostly from videos, I’ve been thinking about it, having sex with a guy, for a long time. You just happened to be the first.”
“It was impressive. I have to say that.”
“Thanks,” he said, and kissed my cheek. “It’s different.”
“What do you mean, different?” I asked, not sure what he meant. “Different as in better or different as in worse?”
“No, different in that there’s another person. There’s thoughts and emotions, and feelings. When you watch a video, it’s interesting and exciting but you don’t know the people on the video. It’s more of a show, a physical demonstration of sex. When it’s over you turn it off, and feel nothing really. With people, it’s more complicated.”
“I agree. It’s much more complicated.” I said thinking of my own feelings for him. We laid there for a while.
“Gerry, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
I knew this could ruin everything, but I needed to know. “When you first asked me to work with you on the project. Did you just do that for the sex? Was that all it was, an elaborate plan to get me in bed?” There, I said it.
Gerry thought for a moment. I waited.
“Yes,” he said, and it hurt. “But let me explain. I had been thinking about sex with men, and I had heard about your dick and that you were gay from one of my girlfriends. I don’t know how she knew, so please don’t ask. Anyway, I had this idea, and, it all gets confusing at that point. But yes, it was about the sex.” He could sense my disappointment. “I’m trying to be honest.”
“Sometimes honesty hurts.” I said, dejected.
“Let me ask you, did you say yes to working with me because you needed help with the project or because you liked the way I looked?” Gerry asked.
“As long as we’re being honest, I suppose it was because you were so good looking. I didn’t really need the help.”
“So you see, in the beginning we both had our reasons.”
“I suppose you’re right,” I agreed, still slightly irritated.
“Remember how I said it was different with people? Well, as we worked together, I began to like you, not as someone to have sex with, just as a person. Then we had sex and it was amazing and I felt I knew you deep down somehow and you knew me and there was some kind of connection. We understood each other in some unspoken way. And when I said those things, those mean things, I was scared of the feelings I had about you. Afterwards, all I could think about was how I hurt you and how you must feel and I hated myself for it. I hated myself for even having those feelings.” He stopped.
“Gerry, it’s OK to have feelings about people. Trust me.” I said, as we lay there, then continued. “And you were right. I was mad at you, not just because of your words, but because I felt the same way about you.”
We laid there in silence for some time. Eventually we got up and tried to put ourselves back together. Cleaning up and sorting through clothes. Gerry handed me my cummed up bikini from our first sexual adventure. The ones he had been using to catch his own cum when jacking off, thinking about me. “These are yours,” he said.
“Why don’t you keep them. We might need them next time.” I said with a smile.
“And the next, and the next,” he added.
True to his word, Gerry started taking me to the gym. Setting up a routine for me. Helping me with the machines and the free weights. His friends at the gym took it as a novelty, poking fun at Gerry. The big stud helps the scrawny skinny guy, but he didn’t seem to mind. I was enjoying spending more time with Gerry. Doing something together other than school work. But like he said, the best part was seeing him all sweaty in his workout clothes. It really could drive a boy wild. It sure did me. And his friends in their tight workout clothes didn’t hurt. Their arm and leg muscles weren’t the only bulges on display.
We continued with the sex. Incredible sex. I finally got my chance to suck his meaty dick. Working that fat cock was worth the wait. I never tire of it. He also makes sure to have me start by working it through his underpants. He is quite a guy. He still loves having his nipples worked too, and of course his favorite, fucking me up the ass. At this point I had been fucked on my back, bent over, on top, sideways, and just about every other way.
Gerry still didn’t play with my cock, except for a few final strokes at the climax. I didn’t care. We were taking it as his pace. I figured eventually we would get there.
One night as we sitting around after dinner, Gerry said, “I have a present for you.”
This was unexpected, he had never gotten me anything before. I opened the package. It was a pair of briefs, forest green with a fly front.
“Put them on,” he said with a sexy grin. Let me see how they look.
“Nice. Very nice.” He said once I had stripped down and put them on. I felt a little awkward, as Gerry was still fully dressed.
“Here, sit down on this chair.” And he directed me to his desk chair. “Now you’re going to have to trust me on this one.” As he pulled out a role of tape. I thought what is he thinking? I’m not so sure about this.
Seeing my concern, he said again, “Trust me Aaron”. What was I to do? I had gone this far, and of course I really did trust him. Or at least I did up until now.
Gerry then proceeded to tape my forearms to the arms of the chair. Round and round the roll of tape went until I couldn’t move my arms, or more importantly escape in any way. “I didn’t know if you were a rope guy, so I opted for tape.”
“Gee thanks,” I replied. Second guessing my whole decision on this.
“I was going to do this for Christmas, but I couldn’t wait.” Given that it was early November I figured he must have something special in mind. What it was, I had no idea.
Then he took off his clothes, making a little show out of it. My very own private superhero strip show. He took everything off except for a pair of red y-front briefs, with white trim. My cock had grown hard, just looking at him. Then he knelt between my legs. Somehow, he had lined up the chair with a full-length mirror, allowing me to gaze directly at his beefy ass in the reflection. Damn, so sexy.
He started with a flick of my nipple. I took a sharp breath. Followed by a pinch. He knew how sensitive my nipples were. This wasn’t fair. I was totally vulnerable, and he could work them mercilessly without worrying that I would push him away even if I begged him to stop. He continued to pinch and pull. My hard cock straining violently against my green briefs with each tug, the fabric tenting out. Watching his ass move in those red briefs wasn’t helping either. I squirmed as he played.
“Do you want me to stop? Just say so.”
“No. I can take it.” I said, with feigned bravado.
“Oh, you can?” Gerry replied mischievously, and continued to twist and pull. Ignoring them for a moment before flicking his finger across them, causing me to buck and moan in the most pleasurable pain.
Thankfully, after a few more passes, he stopped.
Moving his attention down toward my bulge, he said, “What do we have here?” Then lightly ran a finger along the shaft. I shivered in excitement. Going back and forth across the entire length. Circling at the head, gently fondling my balls. I let out a moan, unable to control myself.
“I’ve wanted to work this huge dick of yours since the first time I saw it. Now it’s all mine, to do what I want, play with it, tease it, milk it, as I drive you fucking crazy.”
“Just go easy. I’m totally helpless here.”
“Exactly how I wanted it,” he smiled.
He completely explored the dimensions with his fingers. Causing sensations to ripple through me. The underwear was doing all it could do to contain my big pulsing dick, the thickness pulling the fabric away from my thighs. My cock seeking escape. Gerry stroked and tickled the various parts, my balls, my dick head, my shaft, watching how I reacted. Watching my cock respond. Learning how to excite me.
Next, he leaned in, placing his lips along the shaft, inhaling, exploring all over again. His hands found their way back to my nipples, continuing their torment. He tentatively licked the gap between the edge of my underwear and thigh. His tongue making contact with the flesh of my dick, causing me to moan. His lips returned to the head. Nibbling through the fabric.
“Let’s take this thing out,” he said and struggled with the stretchy fabric but managed to get my huge shaft and balls through the fly. My 10 inch dick and balls on full display, as I sat there, immobilized. My forearms still tapped to the chair.
He started with my balls, licking them as he gently pulled up and down on my cock. The hand motions making my balls rise and lower onto his lips and tongue. He was so deliberate, so patient, so thorough, while I desperately wanted action, frenzied lust, and release. His upturned ass, framed in his red briefs that were becoming increasing wedged in his crack, still in my line of vision.
“You are so cruel. Go faster. Suck it. Suck it please.” I begged.
“I knew you wouldn’t be patient. That’s why you’re tied up. Such a pity you’re helpless and at my mercy.” He said, tauntingly, and began to run his lips along my shaft.
Finally reaching the head, he licked, feeling the heat of my cock with his tongue. Tasting the dribble of pre-cum that had started to steadily leak from my slit. He pushed his lips down, measuring the full size of my head. With both hands on my shaft, he firmly stroked up and down, causing me to moan and my balls to clench. He swirled his tongue around the head, dancing around the ridge. He didn’t try to swallow down onto the shaft, instead he satisfied himself with the large round knob.
“It’s delicious,” he whispered. “Just like I thought it would be.”
After several minutes of exploration, he wet two of his fingers with his mouth. Sliding the green fabric slightly to the side, he positioned his wet fingers at my asshole.
“No,” I pleaded. “Just the cock. Not my hole. It will be too much.”
“You poor boy. Is this too much?” He said as the two fingers slid into my waiting hole.
I groaned loudly. Unable to speak words.
With his other hand he grabbed my balls, pulling on them, forcing me closer to him, while his fingers sunk deeper into my ass. My cock lewdly bouncing up and down. He repeatedly pulled on my balls, while holding his fingers steady in my ass. Making me work my own prostate to satisfy my hunger. Driving myself into a state of overloaded excitement.
“Work that hole,” he whispered. “Imagine we’re in the locker room, all the guys watching, staring at that huge cock, wanting to touch it. The biggest cock they have ever seen. Wanting to hold it, to lick it. All of them down there at once, fascinated by it, naked with their hard ons and pumped up muscles on display, envious of your huge cock, wanting desperately to put their lips on it for a taste.”
“Wondering, hoping that if they take your seed, it will make their cock grow big like yours,” he whispered. “Come on, give it to the boys. Shoot your load. They want a taste of your cum so badly.”
Between the fingers up my ass, my tortured balls, my bouncing cock, the images in my head. It was too much. I was going to blow.
“Oh Fuck,” was all I could think to say. “I’m losing it.”
Gerry quickly lowered his head onto the tip of my cock.
The first forcefully blast went directly into Gerry’s mouth. He let out a deep satisfied groan. Then another blast onto his lips, and a third splashing onto his cheek and chin, another, dribbling down my shaft. My body convulsing, trying to involuntarily eject every bit of seed.
Gerry managed to stand up and place his rock hard cock near mine. His cock and balls poking through the fly of his red briefs. It only took a moment as the first of his blasts shot across my hard cock, clinging to the head, sliding down the engorged shaft. Then he shot again, and again, landing on my stomach, until he had fully unloaded all over me.
He sunk back down to his knees. His face inches from my dripping cock. His open lips and tongue searching for pearls of cum. Then licking it, swallowing it, devouring every bit. The sensation of him cleaning up my still hard cock and my stomach, sending shivers through me. He didn’t stop until he was satisfied, completely satisfied.
He stood up, bending over me, sharing the last swirls of cum with a kiss. A long wet erotic kiss.
In my ear he whispered, “Thank you.”
“No. I’m the one that should be thanking you. You did all the work.” I replied.
After a few moments I added, “Now could you untape me?”
“I’m beginning to like you like that. Maybe in a day or two.”
“Just wait till it’s your turn, you pervert,” I warned him.
“Hmm, that could be fun.”
It took a few minutes, but Gerry eventually found a scissors and managed to cut me free. Though I lost a good bit of hair from my arms in the process. “Maybe ropes would have worked better,” he mused with a smile.
“Not funny,” I shot back sarcastically, rubbing my sore arms with my hands to get the life back into them.
“Originally, there was going to be a Santa cap and mistletoe too, for kissing. Sort of complete the Christmas theme.” Gerry said, slightly embarrassed. “But I couldn’t wait.”
“Well, I’m glad you couldn’t.”