That weekend was a blur of speeches, receptions, and other special events.  We also got Skype calls from relatives like Rachel and Todd.  Of course, Amy was always the star of the show.  Mom got kind of weepy at times, and she kept taking pictures left and right.  Dad was also worked up, but in a totally different way: he asked a million questions about Amy’s plans for law school, and he offered a bunch of advice that she probably didn’t need.

Don’t get me wrong, we all had a great time.  The only problem was that Chad and I were hardly ever alone.  We kept wanting to explore the fetish we’d just discovered—maybe try out some bondage or something—but we couldn’t finagle the privacy we needed, at least not without tipping off the others.

It was incredibly frustrating to know Chad’s cock and balls were constantly within reach, yet were almost completely off-limits.  I kept thinking of all the things I was dying to do with them, from sucking to fucking to everything else.  At one point we walked past a football field; I was dying to pull him under the stands so we could bang each other’s brains out.  Then there were all the little parks that were full of secluded spots.  For such a small town, it had a lot of possibilities.  Chad was clearly thinking along the same lines as I was: his dick kept straining against his pants, and his eyes kept meeting mine.

I do have to say, our stay at the B&B was kind of romantic, my family’s presence notwithstanding.  Our room had an almost idyllic view of an apple orchard on one side and a strawberry field on the other.  But we hardly ever looked outside, since our bed was so warm and comfortable.  It kept creaking whenever we moved, but it did stay quiet when we snuggled, so we kept falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Every morning, when we got up, Mrs. Perkins greeted us with a big home-cooked breakfast.  And when I say home-cooked, I mean it was the real deal: the eggs apparently came from her henhouse, and the sausage and bacon came from a nearby farm.  Even the maple syrup came from trees out back, which was something I’d never heard of before.

After breakfast was our time to shower.  Chad and I always made sure our door was locked; then we stripped down and headed for the bathroom.  This was the only time we could properly fool around, and even then we did it quickly and furtively.  The last thing we wanted to do was get caught.

I couldn’t help thinking of the first time I’d laid eyes on my man.  Our old dorm’s industrial-sized showers were pretty much the opposite of the intimate antique fixtures we had here.  Even so, Chad looked almost exactly the way I remembered, with his balls swinging between his legs, the water dripping from his dick, and the stream coming off his skin.  I thought of how I’d originally fantasized about fooling around with him.  Not only had my fantasy come true, but our relationship had gotten to the point that shower sex almost seemed tame.

That Sunday in particular, we lingered longer than we probably should have.  I couldn’t help it: I fucking loved feeling Chad’s dick against my thighs.  I also relished making out with him, even when it meant getting shower spray in my face.  My absolute favorite was when our cocks rubbed together, and I could reach down and service both of us with one hand.

“Fuck, yeah,” Chad was saying between kisses.  “Your dick feels so fucking good...”

I pressed his body against the wall, and I used my free hand to pin his arms above his head.  “Do you want it?” I asked.

“Oh fuck,” he said.  “You’re driving me crazy...”

“That means I’m doing my job,” I replied.  “Remember, this is supposed to be a quickie.”  With that, I tightened my grip as I stroked both of our cocks.

“Mm baby...”

“Just think of what we’ll get to do later.  When we’re really alone.”

“I can’t wait...”

I sped up my strokes.  Chad’s body seemed to melt against the tile; he was clearly enjoying the ride.  I could feel his dick getting bigger, which of course made me harder and harder—if that was even conceivable.

“Oh yeah,” seemed to be all he could say.  “That feels so fucking good...”

“Then cum for me,” I said.  “I want to see you fucking shoot.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before...”

“Don’t argue with me,” I said as I slid my lips across his cheek.

“Oh fuck,” he said, “I’m so close....”  And without another word, Chad closed his eyes, dropped his jaw, and started to cum.

I felt his first shot hit my pubes.  Then I shifted my hand a little, and the next few jets hit my bellybutton.  I hadn’t expected him to get off that fast, though I wasn’t about to complain.  I kept going till his orgasm ended; then I let go of his dick and started pounding myself.  I just thought of the sexiest things I could, most of which entailed Chad getting pounded into submission.  Finally I let out a gasp, and I splooged all over his abs.

“Yeah,” Chad said, “that’s so fucking hot.”

I kissed him again, and I pressed his body harder against the wall.  Our cocks jousted against each other at first; then they settled into place, lying perfectly side by side.  “So,” I said, “are you still hungry for more?”

Chad put his hands on my ass.  His dick was still as hard as a rock.  “Do you really need me to answer that?”

“Well good,” I said as I kissed him again.  “If we’re lucky... maybe we can get a chance later.”

Chad’s dick responded in kind.  “We’d better,” he said.  Then we made out for another minute longer, while the warm water poured all over us.

We didn’t want to get dressed, but we knew we didn’t have a choice.  Commencement was at nine o’clock that morning.  Mom had made clear that she wanted us looking our best, with dress clothes, ties, and everything.  So we put ourselves together as best we could, and we met my parents downstairs.  Mom kept fussing over us as we headed into town.

As we expected, the Dartmouth campus was crawling with people, and caps and gowns were everywhere.  We still found Amy pretty easily.  She was sporting a bunch of decorations, since she was graduating summa cum laude, plus she’d been involved in lots of organizations.  But she kept downplaying it, as if she was used to that kind of recognition.

“I’m so proud of you,” Mom said.  “Here, I want a picture.  With all of us this time.”

“You want me to take it?” Chad asked.

“Sweetie,” she said, “I want you in it too!”

Chad and I exchanged glances.  Sweetie? I thought.  Mom had only ever used that word with Amy and me; she’d never used it with anyone we’d dated.  I didn’t mind her talking to Chad that way—far from it—but it definitely caught me off guard.  I kept thinking of how my parents had only really known the guy a few days; after all, I’d just come out to them barely six months before.  The idea of having a gay boyfriend, at least publicly, was still pretty new.

Anyway, Mom tapped a random guy and handed him her phone.  We all clustered around Amy and smiled at the camera.  I felt Chad’s arm wrap around my hip, while I put my arm around his shoulders.  The random guy snapped the picture and captured the moment for posterity.

The ceremony that followed was exactly what you’d expect.  The band played a lot of processionals, some more original than others, while long lines of people marched across the green.  A bunch of speakers stepped up to the podium and offered platitudes about life.  And of course the graduates walked across the stage.

I have to admit, there were times when my mind definitely wandered.  I thought of the honor cords around Amy’s neck, and how I could use them to tie up Chad’s body.  I also imagined using Chad’s necktie as a leash, or maybe as a whip.  I could even pour that tasty homemade syrup on his skin, then lick it off—or I could make Chad do it to me.  The possibilities seemed endless, at least in my mind.

Chad leaned into my ear.  “Down, boy,” he whispered.

I looked down and realized how hard I’d gotten.  With the nice pants I was wearing, my boner’s outline was on full display.  I felt a wave of embarrassment, and I looked at my parents; but they didn’t seem to notice, since their eyes were fixed on the stage.  I tried to act casual, and I re-positioned my dick as nonchalantly as I could.

It was a good thing we’d fooled around that morning, because if we hadn’t, I’m sure I would’ve had blue balls that day.  And it turned out we weren’t the only ones in that boat.

When the festivities ended, Amy took me aside the first chance she got.  “Listen,” she said, “aren’t you all over social media?”

“I... I mean, I dunno about that—”

“I thought you said you’d been on Tinder.”

“Not Tinder,” I said.  “But I guess I know how it works, more or less, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Well... can you look at my profile?  I want it to get more attention.”

I frowned.  “Are you sure you should be asking me?  Considering I’m your gay brother—”

“You know how many guys will be partying tonight?  And how many are just in town for the weekend?”

“So... you’re saying you just want a hookup?”

Amy tried to shush me.  “Don’t put it like that—”

“I just didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

“I told you, I’ve got needs the same as you do.  The difference is, you’ve already got a man.  You can do whatever you want with him—”

“Not with Mom and Dad around.”

“Can you just look at it?  Please?”

“Hm,” I said.  I still wasn’t keen on the idea, though I had to admit Amy had helped me when I needed her.  And it was true I’d promised to return the favor someday.

Amy handed me her phone, and I opened the app.  She’d set up her profile exactly the way I’d expected.  She was using the same picture as on Facebook—and frankly it looked like it belonged on LinkedIn.  Her bio was also as straight-laced as could be; she almost couldn’t have been blander if she’d tried.

I looked over my shoulder.  The others were still out of earshot, though they seemed to be heading our way.  “Okay, tell me the truth,” I said.  “Do you want a relationship, or do you just want to get laid?”

“I mean...”

“You’ve got to be clear on that stuff.  Guys don’t want to have to read between the lines.  We get confused by all those signals and shit.”

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m an idiot.”

“Well, you asked.”

“Scott, for crying out loud—”

“It’s true.  Do you want my help or not?”

She sighed.  “Yeah I guess...”  But before she could say anything more, the others walked up.

“Hey guys,” Dad said.  “Now who’s hungry?”

Amy put on a fake smile.  “You know, I just got a text from my girlfriends,” she said.  “They want to have a girls’ night out... being our last night in town.”

“Oh,” Dad said.  “We were hoping to spend that time with you too—”

“It’s fine,” she replied.  “If it really matters that much, I can meet you guys for breakfast tomorrow.  Or lunch.  Or whatever.”

“Well... I guess that’s true.”  Dad was clearly disappointed, but he didn’t seem to realize what Amy was doing.  I just bit my lip as discreetly as I could.

It did feel weird to cover for Amy like this.  Admittedly we’d done a lot of the same stuff in high school.  But I couldn’t help thinking of my slut phase and the problems it had caused.  Granted, a hookup didn’t constitute a slut phase, but still: I didn’t want her to make the same mistakes I’d made.

Amy ended up heading out while the rest of us—Mom, Dad, Chad, and me—went to a restaurant near campus.  I kept hoping my parents would go use the restroom or something.  It wasn’t till halfway through the meal that Chad and I had a moment alone.  I seized the chance to tell him what was up.

Chad didn’t seem the least bit surprised.  “Good for her,” was his immediate response.

“Is that all you’ve got say?”

“Well... if she really means this stuff, she should look at your profile too.  I mean as an example.”

“What profile?  You mean Grindr?”

“I mean yeah, if she wants to meet guys—”

“I-I... I’m not exactly proud of that shit—”

“I’m not thrilled about it either,” he said.  “But you’ve gotta admit, your profile did what it was supposed to... getting you laid, I mean.  And it pulled it off without being X-rated... unlike some of the other stuff we’ve done.”

I looked into Chad’s eyes.  Part of me was flattered that he felt that way, though I wasn’t sure what he was really after.  Was he trying to show me off?  Or did he have some other motivation?  I kept worrying it could blow up in our faces, in any number of ways...

“Anyway, it’s up to you,” Chad said.  “I’m just saying.”

I pulled up my old Grindr profile.  “Well...”  I was about to say something more, but then I saw Mom step out of the bathroom.  I fumbled with my phone as fast as I could; I took a quick screenshot, and I texted it to Amy.

“Oh boy,” Mom said.  “Is this how it’s going to be nowadays?  With you always on your phones?”

I shoved my phone back in my pocket.  “No,” I said, “I was just checking something.”

“Like what?”

“The weather,” I said.  “It’s supposed to be nice in San Diego.”

“I thought it was always nice down there.”

I shrugged.  “Compared to back home, almost anywhere is nice.”  I felt a buzz in my pocket, and I knew Amy was texting me.  But at that particular moment, I didn’t dare check what she’d said.

“I suppose that’s true,” Mom was saying.  “So about this job you’ll be doing out there...”

“What about it?”

“Tell me again what you’ll be doing?”

“Probably just waiting more tables.”

“But Scott... do you really think that’s right for you?”  She looked around nervously as Dad came back to the table.  “Of all the options to choose from... I mean I’m sure you want to explore being out of the closet—”

“Oh come on,” I said.  I leaned forward and lowered my voice.  “If you don’t want me working at a gay bar, just... I dunno, just say so.”

Mom was quiet at first.  She looked at Dad, then looked back at me.  “Well... I don’t know what goes on at those places.  I just wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Seriously?  What do you think is going to happen?”

“Well... you know...”

“What?”

By now Mom was practically squirming.  “Don’t people, I dunno... go there for sex?”

“It’s not a bathhouse,” I said.  “It’s just like any other bar.  Except it caters to gay guys.  A lot of people are just there to hang out.”

“Well...”  I could almost see the wheels turning in her head.  Mom had always been a liberal, but now her politics seemed to butt up against her maternal instincts.  “I just want you to be safe.”

“I’ll be fine, Mom.”  I saw our waiter head toward us.  “I’ve been doing this stuff for months.  I think I can handle myself.”

Mom pursed her lips but didn’t say a word.  She just leaned back as the waiter set down our check.  Then she picked up her purse, pulled out her credit card, and set it down.

I kept wanting to check my phone, but I forced myself not to.  I told myself that whatever Amy had to say, I’d need to read it in private.  It wasn’t till we got to the B&B that I finally saw her message.

Holy shit, it read.  This explains a lot!

I rolled my eyes when I read that.  I was tempted to write her back: What does it explain, exactly?  But before I typed it out, I saw another message come through.

Wish me luck, Amy wrote.  Here I go.

It was hard for me to gauge what Amy really meant.  Was she just updating her profile?  Or had she already met a guy?  Then again, part of me didn’t want to know.  I just sent her a few emojis, and I left it at that.

Chad and I were both exhausted, so we just plopped into bed.  I wrapped my arms around him, but Chad didn’t respond.  Within a minute or two, he was letting out a loud snore.

I was about to nod off myself, but I kept imagining my sister getting reamed at that moment.  Part of me was grossed out, though if I was being honest, I would’ve loved to be getting reamed myself.  I visualized Chad’s thighs and the way they could thrust in and out of me.  Then there was the look on his face, the way his hair would whip back and forth—either with or without sweat—and the way his tendons and blood vessels stood out on his neck.  Best of all was the feeling of his fuck muscle opening me up... and that’s the last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, both Chad and I woke up with massive throbbing boners.  We wanted to take care of them—maybe through a quick jerkoff sesh, or frottage, or whatever—but we just didn’t have time.

When we met up with Amy, she was in an unusually good mood.  I didn’t need to ask why, nor did I particularly want to.  I was more than a little jealous, though I tried not to let it show.  I kept looking at Chad, and I told myself we’d have plenty of chances to fuck around ourselves.  By that point, it was just a matter of hours till we’d have some real private time; and I practically had a countdown clock in my head.

After lunch, we all went our separate ways.  Amy was driving to New York, with all her stuff in tow, to move in with a friend.  The rest of us were headed to Logan Airport: Mom and Dad were flying home, while Chad and I were jetting off to California.  It was weird saying goodbye to my folks while staying practically arm-in-arm with Chad.  Though I wasn’t exactly complaining.

“You know,” Chad said when we were alone at our gate, “I had a good time this weekend.  Your family’s really cool.”

I couldn’t help flinching a little.  I didn’t want to think about them at that moment.  “Please tell me they didn’t turn you off.”

“Not exactly... I actually learned a lot.”

“What are you talking about?  Learned what?”

“Well for one thing... now I know where you get that head bob of yours.”

“Say what?”

“That thing you do with your neck.”  He made a weird nod.  “Your dad does the same thing.”

“I don’t do a head bob.”

“Yeah, you do.  It’s one of your patented moves.  But it’s okay: it’s cute.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.  I wanted to say something in response, but I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere.  I just sat back, crossed my arms, and forced myself not to bob my head—at least in front of Chad.

Our actual flight was uneventful, except I was dying for action, and I wasn’t sure I could wait till we landed.  I’d heard talk of the Mile-High Club, and I figured now was an ideal time join it.  I kept imagining the two of us crammed in the lavatory—which I knew had barely enough space for one person—with our bodies doing all kinds of acrobatics.  I might brace myself against a wall, while Chad made use of those handrails.  As long as we could gyrate our bodies, I thought, we could fuck in almost any position we wanted.  Lord only knows where we might shoot our loads, though at that particular moment, it was the least of my concerns.

One way or another, we never went through with that idea.  Throughout the whole flight, either people were lining up in the aisles, or drink carts were blocking our path, or there was some kind of turbulence.  One of our flight attendants was very clearly gay, and I figured we’d need to be careful around him; I wouldn’t want him to know what was up.  I just stayed on my best behavior, and Chad did the same.

We got to San Diego that evening, at least by California time.  Our body clocks were completely off, which made us want to go to bed that much more.  Chad’s brother was out of town, apparently visiting his dad.  But we were pretty much obliged to have a drink with his mom, who made sure to point out the picture she’d put up.

“Woah,” was Chad’s immediate reaction.  His mom had framed the photo Seth had taken of us a few months before.  It showed us in front of the Capitol, with my arm around Chad’s waist, while Chad sported an affectionate grin on his face.  All of this was on full display alongside the Collins family photos.

“I thought you looked great in this,” Linda said.  “I hadn’t forgotten what you said to me before.”

“I guess,” Chad replied.

“What do you think, Scott?”

“I-I....”  To be honest, I didn’t know how to respond.  I’d assumed our families were pretty much opposites, yet this was something my own mother could’ve done.  I didn’t want to complain, but I couldn’t help wondering what Linda was really up to.  Was she trying to show how supportive she was?  Or did she have something else up her sleeve?  “It looks great,” was the only thing I ended up saying.

Eventually we excused ourselves and retreated to Chad’s room.  We were so tired that we hardly bothered unpacking; we figured there’d be plenty of time for that later.

I was tossing our bags in Chad’s closet when a shelf caught my eye.  The back corner of the closet was filled with sporting equipment, from basketballs to catcher’s mitts to rappelling equipment... and I couldn’t help noticing a long nylon rope.

I stepped back and looked around.  At that moment Chad was in his underwear, standing over his bathroom sink, busily brushing his teeth.  I couldn’t help thinking we finally had the privacy we’d been craving: his mom’s room was on the other side of the house, and with his brother gone, there seemed to be no one within earshot.  I stared at Chad’s backside, which looked particularly scrumptious at that moment.  My dick started to twitch, and my mouth watered at the possibilities.  I wasn’t sure how long I could hold back.

I took off my belt, but I made extra sure to keep it out of Chad’s view.  I walked up behind him, and I pressed my body against his, as if I was giving him an affectionate hug.

“Woah,” Chad said as he spit out his toothpaste.  “Is brushing my teeth all that sexy?”

I didn’t answer.  I just pressed my cock against his buttcrack.  It wasn’t exactly skin on skin—we still had fabric between us—but it made me want him that much more.  Then I dropped my belt around his neck, slid the end through the buckle, and tightened it up.

“Oh shit,” he said.  “Are you doing what I think you are?”

“Just shut up,” I said.  I basically had my man on a leash.  I gripped the belt and headed for the bed; and as I did, I grabbed the rope from the closet.  Chad followed obediently behind me.  “Now lie down,” I said.

Chad did as he was told.  I fastened the belt to his headboard.  Then I took the rope, wrapped it around his wrists, and I tied them down as tight as I could.  After that, I pulled off his underwear, and his hard dick came bouncing out.

I ran the rope to Chad’s feet, and I tied his ankles to the footboard.  Now I had him where I wanted him: spread-eagled, supine, barely able to move.  Yet I was still clothed and in total control.  The thought of it was enough to send my blood pumping.  “Now,” I said, “you’re gonna be my bitch.”

“Oh fuck...”

“How bad do you want this cock?”

“You know I do.”

“That’s not what I asked.  You need to fucking beg for it.”  I could tell we were both outside our comfort zones, but in a way, that’s what made it that much hotter.  And it didn’t hurt that all those hormones had built up in our bodies.  I was so fucking randy, I could barely hold back.

“Your dick is so sexy... I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

“Follow my fucking instructions.”  I took the loose end of the rope, and I whipped Chad with it.  His body jerked as he let out a shriek.  “I’m not gonna tell you again.”

“Aw baby... I’m dying for that dick....”

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” he said, “I haven’t had my ass plowed in days....”

“Yeah, well, neither have I.  And I’m the one who’s calling the shots.”  I stripped off my shirts, pants, and underwear, till I was as naked as he was.  Then I climbed on top of Chad’s body.  As I did, I felt a hint of hesitation; after all, we’d never agreed on any ground rules around this.  We had no safe words, no hard limits, no nothing.  Neither of us had tried BDSM before, at least not really, so we didn’t have a feel for how it worked.  But I could tell Chad wanted this; his boner told me all I needed to know.  I slid my bare body against his, got on all fours, and stuck my bare ass in his face.  “Eat my hole.”

Chad could barely move his head, but it hardly seemed to matter.  I pressed my ass back against him, till I was practically smothering him.  I couldn’t see his expression of course, but I could definitely feel his tongue against my butt.  He teased me a little, flicking his tongue against my skin; then he zeroed in on my cunt.  I felt his lips on my crack, and the next thing I knew, he went to town on my ass.

“Oh yeah,” I said as I struggled to keep my bearings.  “Keep on doing that shit.”

Chad couldn’t respond, at least in any conventional way, since his mouth was full and his limbs were tied up.  But I could see his cock throbbing with blood, just inches from my face.  I was tempted to suck him, but I forced myself not to.  I figured if Chad wanted to be my bitch, then for shit’s sake, I was going to let him.

I didn’t have time to think about it though, because just then, I felt Chad penetrate my boyhole.  His tongue forced me open as his warm flesh went inside me.  “Aw, fuck...”

“Mm,” seemed to be all he could say.

I swiveled my hips around, basically gyrating my ass.  I made him service both sides of my crack, and then I made him lick my taint.  My nerves tingled as he did it.  I almost wanted to make him suck my balls, but then I decided against it.  Instead, I just spent a few minutes enjoying the ride.  Then I got up and reached for our lube.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” he asked.

“I’m gonna do what I feel like,” I said.  I poured some lube on my fingers, then smeared it on his shaft.  Then I put a few drops on my pucker.

“Oh shit,” he said.  His voice trembled with anticipation.

I climbed back on top of Chad, except this time my body faced his.  Then I leaned down and kissed him.  “Now,” I said, “prepare for me to be a bossy fucking bottom.”  Then I reached behind me, took his dick in my hands, and guided it inside me.

“Fuck,” he said between kisses, “you’re so tight...”

“That’s your fault,” I said.  “You’re the one who didn’t service me properly—”

“What was I supposed to do?”

I slapped his torso.  “Don’t argue with me.”  Then I smacked him again, harder this time, and I felt his cock twitch in response.

“Aw, baby....”

“Your dick is mine now,” I said.  “You’ll do with it what I tell you.”  Then I slammed my ass against him, ramming his rod deep inside me.  My innards fucking loved it: my sphincter clamped down on his shaft, and it didn’t seem to want to let go.  I was tempted to touch myself, but in that state, I didn’t really need to.

Chad tried to thrust his hips, but with his body tied down, there was only so much he could do.  He just strained against the ropes and let out deep breaths.  He seemed happy to let me be in charge.

I kept on riding his cock, and I savored every moment of it.  I loved seeing this manly man reduced to a quivering sub.  I especially loved teasing him; I knew he wanted to bottom, but I wasn’t about to let him.  Not till I was through with this guy.

Chad’s dick kept sliding in and out of me.  At one point it almost popped out, but I shifted my ass, caught his mushroom tip, and sent it back where it belonged—all without using my hands.

“You like being my boy toy?” I asked.

“Oh fuck yeah...”

“Then show me,” I said.  “Fucking cum.”

“Baby—”

“Don’t argue with me,” I said, and I whipped him with the rope.  By now he was showing some pretty good welts.

Chad’s dick felt like it was growing.  I shifted my body a little, and I aimed his nozzle at my prostate.  Finally our organs connected, and I felt a wave of pleasure.  Then another wave.  Then another.

“Open your mouth,” I said.  “And stick out your tongue.”

Chad obeyed without batting an eye.  He just lay there while I bounced up and down on top of him.

Finally I grabbed myself and brought myself over the edge.  My body shuddered as I felt my muscles tense up.  Then I aimed my cock as best I could, just before a bunch of globs shot out of me.

The first rope hit Chad on the cheek, and some of it landed on his ear and his hair.  The second rope hit its target, with most of it going right in his mouth.  Then a few more splatters went every which way.

Chad moaned with pleasure as he licked the cum off his lips.  Then he tensed up himself.  “That’s my boy,” I said.

“Fuck,” he gasped as I felt him bust in my chute.  His body was trying to move, but the ropes kept him firmly in place.  His tendons went fully taut, stayed there for a minute, then slowly relaxed.

I kept riding his dick for a few moments longer.  Then, when I was sure he was done, I got up off his rod.  As I did, I felt a glob of cum drip from my hole.  “Now,” I said, “I want you to clean this shit up.”

“What?”

My dominant instincts took over.  I turned around and shoved my ass in Chad’s face.  “You just made a mess,” I said.  “Fucking lick that shit up.”

I thought Chad might hesitate, but he didn’t.  He dove right in and vacuumed my hole with his mouth.  I relished the feeling of his lips against my flesh.  I took a deep breath, tightened my sphincter, and finally released it.

Eventually I got up and moved to the side.  Chad’s face was smeared with both of our loads.  “That’s a good boy,” I said.

Chad swallowed.  “Holy fuck.”

“I bet that ass still wants to get plowed...”

“Oh fuck yeah...”

I licked my lips, then loosened some of the ropes.  Chad’s feet came free, but I made him put his legs in the air.  Then I tied his feet to his headboard, just inches right from his hands.  In that position his ass was in the air, and his boyhole was staring right at me.  I was tempted to kiss it, but I didn’t.

“Come on and fuck me,” he said.

I slapped both of his butt cheeks at once.  “Haven’t you learned how this works?” I asked.  “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”

Chad’s dick responded exactly the way I expected.  He’d stayed pretty hard this whole time, but now he was hornier than ever.  I just stared at his package at first; I wasn’t sure if I was teasing him, or really teasing myself, or a combination of both.

Finally I reached for the lube, smeared some on his pucker, and put the rest of it on my shaft.  Then I got in position behind him.

“Oh baby... fucking do it...”

I was tempted to smack him again, to remind him who was in charge.  But the truth was, I wanted this just as much as he did.  I finally gave into my urges and slid my cock in his ass.

“Oh shit,” he gasped.  I could feel his muscles spasm a little.  He almost looked like he was in pain, but then he looked into my eyes, and he signaled for me to keep going.

I didn’t go easy on the guy.  I knew how strong he was, and I knew he could take my dick like a champ—and most importantly of all, I knew how badly he needed it.  I pounded him as hard and as fast as I could.  The bed practically bounced up and down, and the rope kept snapping with tension.  My muscles few back and forth, and my breaths got shorter and shorter.

Chad’s body quaked with every impact.  His mouth hung open, but no sound came out.  His neck and limbs kept pulling against their restraints.  But they could still hardly move.

I reached down and jacked him off while I fucked him.  I knew I didn’t need to, since I could’ve gotten him off through prostate play alone.  But Chad had been an awesome sub, so I wanted to pleasure him every way I could.

“Oh shit,” he said.  “You’re gonna make me cum again...”

“That’s the fucking idea.”

Chad’s breaths got deeper and deeper as his climax got closer and closer.  Then he let his orgasm take over; his ass tightened up, his dick spasmed in my hand, and his cum splattered all over his abs.

“Atta boy,” I said as I slowed down my thrusts.

Chad was quiet for a moment.  He seemed to be trying to catch his breath.  Then he finally cleared his throat.  “Jesus,” he said, “that was fucking incredible...”

I pulled out of his ass.  “I figured you would like that.”  Then I reached over, released the belt around his neck, and untied the ropes.

“Say... how’d you learn to tie knots like that?”

“The Boy Scouts,” I said.  “I got a fucking merit badge for that.  Though I always wondered if I’d ever use it in the real world.”

“I guess now you have your answer.”

“I’m not sure that’s what the Boy Scouts had in mind.”

Chad ran his newly-free hand across my chest.  “Aren’t you gonna cum too?”

“I got off earlier.  Remember?”

“You know what I mean,” he said.  “If you’re gonna go for a second round, you might as well finish...”

“Sounds like you have something in mind.”

Chad didn’t reply, at least not verbally.  He just looked at my cock, and he put his hands on my thighs.  Then, without a word, he guided my penis into his mouth.

“Ooh,” I gasped.  “Yeah, baby...”

Chad had no problem sucking the dick that had just been inside him.  He blew me with the same fervor, same intensity, and same flair he always had.  If anything, it was hotter this time, and more intimate than ever.

I felt a wave of pleasure I didn’t expect.  My balls had started boiling a lot sooner than I’d thought.  I signaled to Chad that I was close, but he kept right on going without missing a beat.  My nerves tingled more and more, till finally it was time.  “Oh yeah!” I yelled as I shot in his mouth.

“Mm,” Chad said as he slurped up my cum.  He kept sucking till my spasms died down.

I pulled back and looked down at Chad.  “Fuck,” I said, “that was awesome.”

I expected Chad to swallow, but he didn’t.  He just lay there with his mouth hanging open.  I could see my wad quivering on his tongue.

“Are you not gonna drink it?” I asked.

Chad shook his head, which sent my load sloshing around his mouth.  Then he did something I didn’t see coming: he pulled me in for a wet sloppy kiss.  He caressed his skin against mine, and he breathed hard against my cheek.  I could smell both of our butts on his lips, along with the familiar taste of Chad’s juices.  He teased me for a second, then stuck his tongue in my mouth and fed me my own cum.

The salty flavors poured across my taste buds.  This turned me on a lot more than I’d expected.  It seemed to take our sex lives to a whole new level, where our bodily fluids could mix in new creative ways.  I had to fight the temptation to swallow; I forced myself to gather my man milk and feed it back to Chad.

“Yeah,” he gasped as he seemed to get more and more passionate.  His grip kept getting tighter and tighter.  I could tell his mouth was watering: when he passed the load back to me, it had turned into quite the mouthful.

We kept making out like that for a while, serving that nut back and forth, almost like we were playing tennis with it.  It was our first time really snowballing, and I could already tell it wouldn’t be the last.  Eventually we just locked our mouths together, so the cum could flow freely between us, and we both swallowed at once.

“Fuck,” Chad said when we broke off the kiss.  “I needed that so bad.”

“Me too,” I replied.  I lay back and put my arm across his chest.  “You know... maybe next time we can even take it further.”

“How so?”

“Well... maybe a few more restraints.  Or some other toys.”

“I’ll leave that up to you,” Chad said.  “You’ll have more access to that stuff, working at a gay bar and all.”

“You should talk,” I replied.  “If you’re working for a congressman... you never know what he’ll have in his closet.”

“Oh jeez—”

“It’s true.  Remember what Tony said?”

Chad made a slight eye roll, but then he shook his head and snuggled up to my body.  “All I know is,” he said, “this should be one hell of a summer.”

I couldn’t argue with that.  I just looked down and surveyed our bare sweaty bodies.  Then I gave him one more kiss as I tried to figure out what might happen next.

To be continued…