New story: Part 1

Here's part one of the new story I mentioned in my last post. I don't know how many more installments there will be. I have the last half written, thanks to the white heat of horniness, and now I'm writing toward it from the beginning.

I met Jim online (of course) about three months ago. He had nice looking photos and appealing stats — late 20s, 5'11", good build from working out some but not freaky, hair in all the right places, and a slightly bigger than decent-sized cock. The text said he liked "doing creative things with rope that leave me breathless." I just figured that meant he liked bondage a lot, which was perfect for ome since I liked it too. I sent him a reply. He wrote back the next day indicating he liked my profile as much as I liked his, and a week later we were having a get-to-know-you coffee.

We hit it off pretty well. He was friendly and pretty open and, well, pretty damn attractive. Throwing caution to the winds, I invited him back to my place to try out some rope. He enthusiastically said yes. A half-hour later, his clothes were folded and Jim was naked, kneeling on the floor, and wearing some of my best rope around his wrists, chest, and ankles. His mouth was stuffed with my cock, and he was moaning and sucking awfully well. I came up with an idea to prolong things. I gently pulled out, reached for a short length of quarter-inch rope, and slowly circled it around his neck, holding it in a loop with my hand behind his neck. It was pretty forward of me and I wouldn't have done it ordinarily, so I watched him carefully. Was he going to freak out?

"Yesssss..." he said. I tightened it just a little. He half moaned, half sighed, and his cock jerked.

"So that's what you meant by 'creative things with rope that leave you breathless'," I said with a slightly evil smile.

"Mm-hm," was all he said, but between that, his pointy nipples, and dripping meat, I knew I'd hit on something. I tied a quick slipknot in the rope and pulled it a little tighter than before. Then I stuffed my hard prick down his gullet again. His gagging and sucking got me off real quick. Then I knelt in front of his bound, kneeling body, jerked his noose even tighter, and grabbed his cock. It only took about fifteen deliberate pulls on his rod to get it to shoot a big mess on our knees and the floor.

Then I untied him, helped him up into bed, and we lay together for a while. And had a little talk.

Apologies for the lack of posting here. (November, huh? How time flies....) There's nothing to be concerned about on my end. I just haven't had a lot to say. Recently I started a new story that I'll share here soon. It's turning out to be a long one, so I think I'll post it serially as an experiment. I ended up writing the second half first, the half with the really good stuff, of course, so I have to write a bit more first before I post that part. The first installment should be up in a day or two.