Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2009 16:30:19 -0800 (PST) From: Eddie Subject: Curious Simon and the Bound Man Warning: This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between an adult male and an under-aged boy. Curious Simon and the Bound Man by Eronlovesyaoi He was a bad man. That much, at least, was obvious. The man was bound, naked, to a high slatted fence. His wrist and ankles tied tightly to the slats with heavy rope. Support ropes also encircled his torso and thighs. He was tied to hang, not comfortably, but safely on the fence for a prolonged period- maybe days. Simon stared at the man from behind a tree some yards away. He was wondering to himself what the man had done to warrant such punishment. Public humiliation was the main deterrent to wrong-doing but it was usually done in the main square. This was a fence some removed from town, not even on a road, and certainly in a low traffic area. What had he done- and to whom? This didn't look like public sanctioned punishment... Simon wondered idly if the man had been left here to die. Perhaps he was only tied so securely to ensure no escape could be made should the carrion birds start to feast. He wanted desperately to talk to the man but he knew his father would be furious should he find out. And while it was unlikely that his father should come this way Simon was very wary of invoking his wrath. Simon, however, was only 13 and his curiosity could not go long un-abated. Why, from this distance he couldn't even tell if the man was alive or dead! And what if this wasn't a publicly sanctioned punishment but some crime? Surely it was his duty to investigate this matter... He stepped cautiously from behind the tree and took several steps forward. When no shouts of warning or alarm were given he moved closer, slowly, and then striding right up to the fence. The scene seemed quite different close up- the man much more impressive. He was tall and well toned- his skin bronzed and slick with sweat. His eyes were closed- but Simon couldn't tell if he was actually asleep. He caught himself staring at the man's sex. It was long, thick, and looked heavy. It was much larger than his own. He'd seen his Father's several times- when his father was bathing, or when he pulled it out to piss right in the field... but this man's was bigger than his Father's manhood as well. He had the sudden urge to touch it. Shocked at himself he took a step back and tried to rouse the stranger by asking for his crime. When this brought no response he stepped closer again- and did touch the man. Not his sex- but his thigh which felt huge and hot under his palm. He rubbed his hand in the man's hair and found his eyes drawn back to low hanging sex. He wanted to feel of it quite badly. He took a deep breath to steady himself, his eyes darted upward to insure that the man still slept, and decided to touch it. He cupped the man's balls in his hand and felt of their weight. They were like two hard-boiled breakfast eggs. He leaned forward and breathed in the heavy scent of sweat with a darker, secret, scent underneath. It smelled good and Simon had to fight a strong urge to reach out his tongue and taste. There were limits to decency- after all. The man's member had begun to swell and Simon watched as it twitched with a wide-eyed fascination. Lately he had been intensely curious about male genitalia. His own had been interesting for near a year now- but it was other boy's that he wanted to know about. He tried to spy his father's when ever he could and wanted so to ask him about it, to touch it, and see if it did everything his own did but just couldn't bring himself to broach the subject. He wished desperately that he had an older brother. His curiosity finally overtook his trepidation and he took the man's shaft in his hand. He stroked it experimentally, like he did his own at night, and it began to grow firm. He glanced up nonchalantly, his fear forgotten, and gasped when he looked into two deep blue eyes. He was rooted to the spot with his hand still encircling the man's cock. The man was obviously no longer asleep- if he had ever been to begin with. "I-I I'm sorry... I had no idea you were awake and I was just curious and... and..." Simon dropped his hand and just looked at the man. No anger was hardening the lines of his face, if anything, he seemed amused but he had yet to speak. "Hey, why didn't you say anything? Who are you anyway? Why are you tied here?" A troubled look crossed the man's face and he opened his mouth to speak- but nothing came out. The troubled look was replaced by one of frustration and the man sighed and shook his head. "Are you a mute, mister?" The man nodded. "Are you mad at me for what I did?" The man shook his head no and in an even more telling answer his cock stirred in the still air. Simon shuffled his feet and looked around nervously. He knew he should just run home and forget about this whole thing but how many chances like this was he apt to get? And besides- his own cock was hard in his jeans and begging to stay. "Why are you up there- did you do something bad?" The man made a non-committal sort of gesture. "It's complicated?" The man nodded. "That's what my parents say when they don't want to explain something to me." The man smiled. It was a warm and open smile. Simon decided he liked the silent stranger. "Do you want me to take you down?" The man shook his head no. "Oh... really? Is the person who tied you up gonna come and let you back down later?" The man nodded again. "Oh, okay." Simon looked around and shuffled his feet. "Are you sure?" When the man nodded again Simon was satisfied that he'd done his neighborly duty but he still didn't want to leave. He shuffled his feet and kicked the dirt some more. He wasn't sure how to ask what he really wanted to know. "You sure you aren't upset or weird with me, mister?" Simon looked up reluctantly but his new friend merely nodded and gave him another winning smile. This did much to ease Simon's mind but he found it hard to look at the man as he asked the next question. He could feel his face getting hot; "Can, uh, can I touch you again?" The man nodded. Simon put both his hands on the man's thighs. Now that he had permission he felt much more bold. He ran his hands up the man's stomach, playing with the soft trail of hair to his belly button, and then feeling the small patch of hair in the center of his chest. He liked the body hair and hoped that in a few years he would have as much. His fingers brushed over the man's nipples and he was pleasantly surprised by the man squirming under his touch. He ran his thumbs over the man's nipples, carefully watching his face, and found breathing was getting harder. The look on the man's face was exquisite and when he opened his eyes the need in them was plain enough for even young Simon to read. The man's cock was so hard that is was poking Simon in the belly. He stepped back and was delighted to see a wet smear on his abdomen. The man's cock was red and throbbing. The head was glistening and there was a drop of semi-transparent liquid at the tip. It was irresistible. Simon dropped to his knees and licked it off. It reminded Simon of saltwater taffy at the fair and he wanted more. He licked all around the head and then took it into his mouth. His hand slipped down to grip the bulge in his jeans and he moaned around the man's cock. He didn't know exactly what he was doing- but he knew it felt so good it was driving him crazy. The man's head was resting against the fence and he was breathing rapidly through his mouth. Simon had released his own aching member and was stroking it. It was so hard that it hurt. He was sucking on the man's cock, taking as much of it in his mouth as he could, and moaning. He knew he wasn't going to last long and hoped that the man wouldn't either. He loved the taste of his own seed and couldn't wait to taste the handsome stranger's. The man bit his lip. He was very close and had no way to warn the boy that he was about to cum. His muscles were tightening all up and down his body. Then Simon's mouth was filled with hot semen. He swallowed as fast as he could, pumping the fist on his cock even harder, but the man's load was too much too fast and it spilled down his chin as well as his throat. He kept the twitching cock in his mouth as he had his own orgasm. He loved feeling it slide in and out of his mouth, even more freely now with the added lubrication, and his moans were loud as cum coated his fist. He collapsed back onto the grass and looked up at his new friend. "That was amazing!" The man nodded with that easy smile back on his face. "Will you still be here tomorrow?" The man shook his head with an apologetic look on his face. "Oh... I wanted to do that again." The man nodded and looked around, looking very frustrated, when his face lit up. "Hey, what is it?" The man just smiled and jerked his head to indicate that the boy should turn around. Simon looked behind him and immediately shot to his feet. A man was heading towards them! He gave a nervous look to man on the fence but he was smiling reassuringly so Simon just zipped his pants back up and stood there. "Is this your friend?" The man nodded. Simon was shuffling his feet again when the new stranger approached them. "That was quite a show young man." The man's voice was a pleasant tenor. Simon looked up at the man in front of him. He was dressed very fine with a top hat and a carved cane. Even his hair was fine. It was pulled back in a pony-tail with fine ribbon that matched his vest. Simon averted his gaze in shame and blushed; "You saw us, sir?" "Indeed. You were hardly hidden." "Oh.." There was a look of pure misery on Simon's face. "Oh, now! None of that! I'm thrilled! You were amazing. My name is Aaron, what's yours young man?" "I'm Simon... were you really impressed?" "Oh, yes. I think Duncan was impressed too, weren't you?" The man on the fence nodded emphatically. "See, you've gone and turned his punishment into quite a treat." "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Aaron, sir." Aaron laughed and his smile was even more welcoming than Duncan's. "You are an extraordinary boy, Simon, and I would like to extend an invitation to my estate. I live just up the way." He pointed past the large apple orchard. "You are welcome to come by whenever you like to play with Duncan. You may also play with me, or with both of us, if you wish." Simon smiled wide; "I'd love that, sir! Are you going to cut Duncan down now, Mr. Aaron?" Aaron shook his head. "No, he gets to be there a little longer for enjoying himself too much. That's what got him up there in the first place." Duncan winked. "Now, none of your cheek." Simon looked disappointed and it was even more plain in his voice; "Oh..." "Why so glum, Simon?" Simon gestured for Aaron to come close so he could whisper to him. He whispered in Aaron's ear and was rewarded by another warm laugh. "Oh, my dear charming boy, how about if I let you kiss me instead?" Simon smiled, nodded, and did just that.