1. A fishing trip


    Date: 8/26/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: im4real, Rating: 37.5, Source: sexstories.com

    the ball back out with my tongue, but he buckles the straps behind my head, holding the ball tightly in place. Jim meets my eyes and gives me a little wink. “Not to worry, just a little fun between friends” he tells me. I am pretty much trapped there on the bed; the bed roll keeping me from moving off the bed and my hands stretched above my head. Jim pulls down the zipper of the bed roll half way, exposing my naked body. “I thought I noticed you climbing in there wearing only your birthday suit.” Jim strokes my belly with the tips of his fingers. “Nice tone, you been working out?” Not expecting an answer, he closes his hand around my limp cock. He squeezes it firmly until it begins to swell. When the head extends beyond his grab he presses it with his thumb. “Getting into this, are we?” he asks. Jim leans down and runs his tongue around my cock head, wetting it with his spit. His hot breath excites my cock even more and it pushes up, finding its way between Jim’s lips. He sucks the head into his mouth and engulfs its full length. His head works like a piston as my cock slides in and out of his mouth. I wish my hands were free so I could hold his head in place while I pump forcibility up into his face. In response to my effort to drill deep into him, Jim withdraws my cock from his mouth. “Not yet” he warns me as the pre-cum leaks out. He gives me a few more strokes before releasing his grip. I had bent my knee while Jim sucked me and now he grabs my ankle, using it as a ...
    lever, he rolls me over. Before I fall off the bed, he jerks me back onto the bed, now lying face down, Another rope finds its way around that ankle and it too is secured tightly. The second ankle is the last to lose its’ freedom, rope pulling my legs open and exposing my ass. Now in his complete control; Jim’s hands roam around my back and legs. He squeezes a warm liquid down my back and thighs. Massaging it into my skin generates a tingling sensation. The smell of menthol is strong in my nostrils, the cause of the tingling I assume. Jim continues his massage; the pressure of his hands heating the “jell” being spread over my backside. Like most senses, the nerves being simulated soon accept his pressure and the muscles relax under his fingers. Jim increases the assault by thumping my back with the sides of his hands. He runs his hands up and down my back, thumping all the way. Jim has a real talent and the thumbing is alternately traded with scraping of his finger nails. I jump when Jim slaps my ass with the flat of his hand. Immediately he massages the cheek with the palms of his hand, relieving the sting. He continues the massage, and slaps until I feel the heat of a red glow covering my ass. When Jim circles my hole with his finger, I try to pull away, but the ropes hold me firmly in place. “Easy now” Jim tells, and then spreads jell around my hole. “You’re like this if you relax a little”. Jim dangles a little silver bullet in front of my face, “not too big now is it?” I feel ...
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