Bonding With My Bondage Buddy

Bonding With My Bondage Buddy

All true …

This past weekend a couple of the bars down here in Lauderdale catering to the butch gay man like the Ramrod staged kink/fetish/dungeon demos. But who needed them? I had my own sweaty, up front and personal session with my very, very hot bondage buddy, Danny, my 5’7” furry (though not as furry as me) Latin stallion who at 41 is old enough to be my son, so when he calls me Daddy he means it.

When I get to his place around 10 Saturday night, he’s got all his leather wares and bondage accessories sprawled over his bedroom floor like toys under a Christmas tree.

We’ve played before, usually in leather, so this time we decide to switch to singlets. After all, we both have wrestler’s bodies, me the stocky type, Danny lean and mean, so why not

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get off on the look, huh? It feels so good to rub our rising spandex covered crotches and grab one another’s nips, his hardwired to his hairy butt, mine to my daddy dick, in between rubbing our beards against one another, something only two men can do.

Almost on cue, Danny pulls down the straps on my singlet and binds my hands behind me with some sticky red tape he got off the Fort Troff site that clings to itself without feeling uncomfortable. Now he has me where he wants me and pushes me onto the bed, pulls the rest of my singlet to the floor and puts his mouth on my dribbling cock. Nice. He licks the precum from the tip of my dick then comes over and sticks his tongue with my DNA on it into my awaiting mouth. I’m wearing a ball stretcher but Danny grabs some more of that sticky tape and wraps it tightly around my balls so suddenly I’ve got low hangers. He pulls me to the edge of the bed, so my furry butt is squarely in his face and smothers himself in my hole.

Then after bateing me a few more minutes, he pulls off his singlet, stands up on the bed so I can admire that beautiful fucken chiseled body of his, then slowly lowers his lightly furry butt on my face. I’m in homo heaven as I tongue fuck his hairy hole, something I know he likes judging from his moans.

I slide over to the bed board as he moves over in sync and stands above me against the wall. Then I get up and aim my mouth for his manhood. He’s a mouthful eve for this blowjob pro. He quickly releases my hands so I can reach up and tweak his nips and pet the fur on his chest and six pack abs. It’s all good.

Funny thing, and Danny and I have discussed it before, while we’re not fucking partners in the literal sense (“everything safe,” says he), we’re very passionate and sensual in worshipping one another’s manhood and deep kissing as only two men totally into one another can. I gaze at this perfect specimen of male beauty and smile when Danny tells me I’m the hottie.

“The best daddy I ever had,” he whispers as lays on top of me and we rub our furry chests together. “And you’re my favorite boy,” I reply. Some guys need meth or grass or coke to feel this way. We need only one another. Both Danny and I don’t mistake our lust for love, but what’s so wrong with lust?

We take a break for a Gatorade, then a Michelob Ultra, and when I come out of the john after taking a piss, there’s Danny in his bulldog harness and a leather jockstrap with his junk hanging out. I go over and as he slips a matching harness on me, l grab his bound up nuts and twist them. He doesn’t flinch and as we stare one another down, he reaches down and squeezes my balls real hard.

We walk over and get onto the bed, our hands still on our sacs, and facing one another on our knees, our dicks stiff daggers, Danny grabs some more of that glorious tape and binds our dicks together, shaft to shaft, cockhead to cockhead. Reaching over for the Elbow Grease, I lube them up and begin to slowly stroke our brother cocks as Danny sticks some tit clamps on my nips and, with my free hand, I work his. We go to that to finger fucking one another’s furry holes, and sensing Danny is getting close, I strip away the tape, lay him on the bed and begin sucking his cock as I continue to massage his prostate with my index finger. He arches up, pulling on the chain of my tit clamps, then spurts his sweet penis juice down my throat. Now it’s my turn to lay there, jerking my dick, as sits on me, his dripping cock teasing the crack of my ass, and twists my nips into oblivion.

We lay there, sweaty and silent, me cradling him on my chest, my arm over his shoulder, his nose in my armpit.

We haven’t even touched the sounds or the gas mask or the cock pump, all still lying in wait on the floor. But who cares. There’s always next time, right?

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