My Dear Friend Alex
by Jack T
We had known each other since our time in college, though we were not the stereotypical best college bros, more like very good acquaintances. We had both studied finance and had many classes together but didn’t really get to know each other until closer to the end. As these things usually go, Alex was always the more outgoing one and I was the introverted one. He was always nice enough to invite me to parties after we wrapped up our late-night study sessions, but I always kindly responded with some excuse about being tired or having to do something the next day. By some cosmic coincidence, right after school we ended up working at the same company and our casual acquaintance blossomed into a very close friendship, to the point that we also became regular gym buddies. This won’t be about how I managed to catch glimpses of his gorgeous body in the gym showers or how easy-going he was about other guys being attracted to his body and how would be a tease about it, even though he was straight.
I should provide some more context. Alex knew that I was gay. He was quite the womanizer, always flirting with pretty women whenever he had the chance, and so one day over drinks at the local bar he confronted me as to why I never really pursued any of them, especially with my own good looks. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that loosened me up, but I just told him. As a general rule I liked to keep my work and private lives separate, but Alex had become more than a co-worker and more of a really close friend, so I also did feel kind of comfortable telling him. He reached over and hugged me, telling me a little bit tipsy that he kind of already suspected and that he was cool with it. After that he never really asked about it any further. Though, as our friendship continued, he would take a few opportunities to tease me, especially at the gym. This story was about an eventful happening after one of our workout sessions.
We both came back to his place still huffing. He sent his stuff crashing onto the couch, plopping down right next to it all. Tired as well, I just collapsed on the other couch close by. He turned to me and said “Thanks for joining me on this one! That new instructor is crazy!” “Yeah I think he kicked our butts pretty badly.” We sat there catching our breaths until he finally sighed and got up, “I am really tired, but I’m gonna shower and then take a nap before tonight!” “Alright, do you mind if I stay just a bit to catch my breath and, do you still have some of that water in our fridge?” “Yeah, help yourself.” As I got up to the kitchen he walked off into the other room.
Not shortly thereafter I heard a yell and crashing sound coming from his bedroom. I quickly ran in to see what had happened and there was Alex flat on the floor with nothing but his boxer shorts on. It looked like he had tried to balance himself on his night stand but ended up dropping everything to the ground. He was grabbing at his thigh in pain. “Fuck! Cramp!” I reached down and tried to help by slowly extending his leg, rubbing the tightened area. I could see his thigh contracting pretty badly. I kept digging my hands into his thigh, until it seemed to finally subside. “Wow, it seems like the workout really did some harm.” “Yeah, you’re telling me,” as he seemed to finally relax again. I loosened my grip but continued to rub his thigh. I realized quickly that I should probably stop if not this whole thing would be really awkward…had he not encouraged me to continue. “Oh, that actually feels really good…mmm…I guess I was more tense there than I realized…mmm” as he closed his eyes, smugly put his arms behind his head, and stretched himself out on the floor some more. I looked up to see his face, enjoying the massaging sensations. I was torn, not sure if I should cross this line in case he was just being a tease again or if this was somehow different.
With both my hands on his thigh I slowly started to make my way up higher. Slowly, taking my time and paying attention to his reactions, which only seemed to edge me on even more. I made the bold move of placing my hand on his other thigh to mirror the massaging motion, and to my surprise he seemed to spread his legs farther apart and let out a deep sigh. “Mmm, you’re really good at this. Have you had some practice,” he chucked. “No, I guess I’m just a natural,” I stammer. “Mmm, well it feels really good.” While since our college days I had come into my own, gaining more confidence and comfort with being around Alex, but at this moment I felt myself regressing into a babbling mess. I couldn’t believe it. This really can’t be happening I thought. There had been too much pent-up lust for me to let this opportunity go to waste. I continued my journey upward, underneath his shorts. I could feel the heat radiating from his groin. His breath had quickened. I worked my hands towards the center, reaching his balls. When I gently grazed them, his dick twitched in his shorts and he let out a soft moan. This is it I thought. I was so engrossed that I was startled when he reached for my hands and stared me right in the face. I looked at him and got a bit frightened, he looked mad. I didn’t know what to do or say and just sat there as he stared at me. All that tension dissipated though when he smiled and chuckled again. I was even more of a confused mess. Acknowledging the confusion on my face he said, “I want to give you this one time, no questions or strings attached.” “What?!” I said in disbelief, as he pulled me up and led me to his bed.
“Haha, what about the no questions part didn’t you understand? Get out of that stupid daze and help me with this.” He pulled a box and some ropes out of his closet. He opened the box over his bed and some light bondage items fell out, some padded cuffs, blindfold, and ball gag. I was stunned to see these. He would often tell me about some of his recent hookups but never mentioned anything about this side of it. He sighed at me again and so I quickly got over it as he climbed onto his bed and began to secure himself in. I helped finish up the setup.
There he was, cuffed to the bed in nothing but his boxer shorts. “Okay, blindfold next and then put the gag on last.” Before I gagged him I asked, “Are you sure about all of this?” and he laughed again, “What did I say about no questions?! I am all yours bud!” I shivered as I gagged him. I got off the bed and stood back to admire the scene. A nicely toned body, in great shape, and all of his most private spots exposed for my exploration.
Little did he know what he was resigning himself to…
He twitched slightly as I began running my hands down the abs I had only admired from a distance, back up to his muscular chest, taking some time to pay attention to his nipples. Just slightly rolling them between my fingers was enough to get them nice and stiff. He let out a slight moan through the gag. Without announcing what was next I jumped right in, sending him up into the air. I spidered my fingers up and down his sides and scratched those nicely defined abs. All he could manage through the gag was “Ahhhhghhgg!! Huuhuhhuhhuh!! Stuuuppp!!” It's fun to play the game of counting ribs on such a nice body as this I thought to myself. I worked my way up into his hairy pits and it sent his laughter up a notch. I dug in hard and he thrashed even harder trying to escape my fingers but without success. I stood back and gave him a moment to catch his breath.
I looked around the room and to my delight I saw a feather duster in the corner. I yanked out a long stiff feather. He turned his head from side to side trying to hear what might be next, but nothing. I could sense his anxiety, beginning to seriously regret giving up his body to my desires. It had been a few minutes but it must have felt like eternity. Then I began again, something really light, almost like a small itch, starting to circle his ear. I slowly dragged it across his face, annoyingly passing it under his nose and seductively over his lips. He shook his head to get away from the annoyance but I just followed right along. After a bit of this teasing, I began to slowly trail the feather downwards, over his neck, down his chest, until I reached his belly button, gauging his reactions as I made my way down. And was it sensitive! Lightly circling it in and out of his bellybutton, he squirmed and huffed. I placed the feather down momentarily and blew raspberries, making him jump up and pull on his restraints like a madman.
After a few minutes of this, I paused again and picked up the feather. I continued downwards, briefly passing the feather over his brief shorts, right over his semi-hard dick, making it twitch slightly. It is going to be fun to come back to that I thought with a smile. I continued dragging the feather farther south until I reached my prize.
I took a good look at them. Really soft and smooth, despite all the hard work he’s put them through. Not only does he have a handsome face and body but his feet were perfect. Nice deep arch, just some slight hair on the tops, a nice alignment to the toes with a suckable big toe, and delicious looking soles. Anticipating what was coming next, he flexed his toes and scrunched his soles. “Nuuhhh, peasss,” he pleaded. I took the feather and gently dragged it up from the soft heel, circled a bit around the arch, and brushed past all the toes, occasionally sawing it between his toes. He was trying his hardest to resist it, but it really was of no use. After a bit of this light teasing, I set the feather down and began to slowly spider my hands up both of his soles, working my way from the heel and really digging into the soft arches. Then I let loose and really dug in, alternating between servicing just one or both. That’s when the dancing really began, as he violently thrashed around and howled the entire time. By the end of it, he looked beet red and had a solid shine of sweat all over his body, more than the intense workout earlier. He seemed to have gotten lost in the sense of it all, me as well, intoxicated with the sound of his struggles and muffled laughter. After seeing that he had finally been broken, I slowed down and stopped. He took that moment to revel in not feeling the tickling sensations, but I could sense he could still feel the aftermath coursing up and down his body. I also looked up and saw that his dick was standing up in his shorts proudly. Seems like someone enjoyed it more than they let on.
While he continued to catch his breath, he jolted at the sudden feeling of my hands on his foot, but soon realized it was a different touch, gentler and soothing. I took this time to give a well-deserved foot rub, using the same fingers of torture to dig deep into his foot. He let out a groan of deep satisfaction as I worked my hands up and down his tender foot. At this point the whole room was an intoxicating aroma of manly sweat. The next sensation really caught him by surprise but quickly transformed into feelings of ecstasy. My tongue began to work its magic as it licked around the heel, stopping to lightly kiss the arches, until I reached the toes. I spread them and passed my tongue between them and sucked on each toe tenderly. I looked up and could see his dick really straining against his shorts, and what looked like a little wet spot already forming at the top. He was completely lost in the sensations. After hearing some more moans escape from his mouth, I decided it was time to move back up.
I untied his legs and slowly and teasingly removed his shorts, leaving him completely exposed. His dick twitched again, at full mast, happy to be free from its constraints. I got a big pillow and placed it under his back to elevate him and to also give me a better vantage point with his entire pelvis now arched forward. I climbed on top of the bed, right in between his legs, dick and balls completely in front of me. I start by teasing his inner thighs, which caused him to tense up, but made his already hard dick twitch. I slowly made my way to his sensitive balls, lightly tickling them and caressing them, which caused more moans and giggles. I reach for my feather again, and begin to circle it on his balls before slowly making my way up his dick. I could sense this was extremely frustrating because of the light sensations. I worked it up and down the length of his dick a few more times, each time causing him to thrust his hips upward, hoping for a more firm contact that wouldn’t come. His sexual moans and groans continued to grow. Then he finally felt it, my hot breath blowing right on his balls. The response I got was a primal frustrated yell.
I didn’t want it to end just yet though and so I stopped. “Nuuhh, peeass, Iii neeeb too cuuumm.” I quickly grabbed his ankles and bent his knees into his chest. With one hand I slowly and teasingly started to jerk him off but with not enough force to make him finish, while the other hand held his ankles still while my tongue began to lap up and down his soles like a rabid dog. “Huhuh, Ugghhh, uhuhugugh,” was all he could manage as a mixture of pleasurable and tortuous sensations took over his body. I so enjoyed feeling his toes flex and wiggle against my face and in my mouth. Then I abruptly stopped again, quickly put his feet in a head lock, and began to tickle them in earnest. How he bucked like a wild bronco! I made it a game of switching between the two positions, to see how long he could last each time, but to be honest…I lost count of how many times I ended up switching after the seventh…After I got seriously tired, I decided it was time. He was a complete wreck, but through it all, his dick remained like an iron rod. I gave him and it some time to cool down.
After a short while, I very gently began to jerk him off again, and as I did I leaned over into his ear and whispered, “My, it looks like some enjoyed this more than they realized, huh?” He groaned. “You like it when I do this to you don’t you?” He nodded his head. I leaned in closer and even more quietly I whispered, “...do you wanna cum now?” He gave the most defeated whimper as a shiver crossed his body. I positioned myself between his legs and began to kiss, lick, and suck on each of his balls, taking time to really taste them and play with them. Then I made my way up, starting off by kissing the base of his dick, then broadened my tongue, licking the length up and down, and then stopping at the head and gently flicking my tongue across, back and forth a few times. At this point he was completely lost in the pleasure, just moaning and groaning the entire time. He’s not gonna last long. I open up and start to slowly blow him. I circle my tongue around his dick, eventually working the whole length of it. I can start to feel him tense up. My hand starts to caress his balls as I continue to bob up and down, faster and faster, moaning as I can feel him get closer and closer. Then I feel it.
He gives a long sustained groan, and I place a hand on his abs to feel the muscles contract. I feel hot jets begin to fill my mouth. I continue to bob up and down, doing my best to swallow everything as it comes. When it's over, he lays there heaving and huffing, completely drenched in sweat. I take the gag out and slowly take the blind fold off. It’s the first time I see that he had been crying with all the tickling, making his eyes red and puffy. He looks up at me and says “Well, I think this workout was a lot more intense than the one earlier today,” with a coy smile. “Does that mean you enjoyed it” I ask. “Well…I think I want to sign up for weekly sessions if you don’t mind, I can already feel the results!” I only smile and manage a giggle, “I think that can be arranged.”