1. A fishing trip


    Date: 6/28/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Author: im4real, Source: sexstories.com

    “This has been a great day” I think aloud, not expecting a reply. “Yeah, always a great day when the fish are biting” Jim does reply. “I’m glad we brought along this camper though, would make for a real long day if we had to drive all the way home tonight.” “With a cold beer to top it all off. What more can a guy ask for?” I note. “Speaking of beer; I could use another one”. “Here, catch” Jim tosses another can over my way. “Thanks. A few more of these and I’ll be out like a light” I remark. “Think I can come up with a few things to keep your interest going and eyes open” Jim whispers, barely audible. “What’s that” I ask. “Oh nothing. I’m just thinking aloud. That bed comfortable with the bedroll padding?” He asks. “Snug as a bug in a rug” I laugh back at him. “Good, good, happy to hear that” Jim tells me. He reaches across the space between and us and grabs the beer. “Let me open that for you” he pops the top of the can. “Don’t throw it back though” I warn him jokingly. “Wouldn’t think of it” Jim shifts around and sits on the bed next to me. “Here” he holds out the beer. “Aaaa….thanks” I take the beer. A bit uncomfortable having Jim sitting there in bed with me, I chug a shot of the beer, downing half the can in one swallow. I prop my head up on one arm. Jim leans back against my body and slowly sips his beer. He stares absently at the wall, deep in thought. We quietly lay there drinking our beers. I feel the effects of the beer as my vision burrs a little. “Whew, feeling ...
    that beer now” I remark to Jim. “Hope the room doesn’t start spinning. I hate when that happens”. “Feeling a bit of a buzz, are you?” Jim asks as he turns slightly and drops his arm across my belly. “Don’t be getting sick” “Don’t worry, I can handle it “. “Sure hope you can ‘handle’ it” Jim actually giggles. Jim turns away from me and lies backwards next to me. He rests his head on one hand as he finishes off his beer. He throws the empty over his shoulder and surprises me by grabbing the hand supporting my head. His body weight pins my free arm to the bed. More of a surprise is the feel of the rope wrapping around my wrist. My dazed mind is slow responding and before I can do anything about it, my hand is bound high above my head, tied to the handle of a drawer. “What the hell” I shout. “Relax; this will loosen those tight muscles you have.” Jim takes the beer from my other hand and he tosses off the rest of the can. That can joins the other empty on the floor and he loops another length of rope around my second wrist. Lying there with both my hands firmly secured to the drawer. The pull of the ropes is relaxing, a little traction to ease the muscles. Don’t know what Jim has in mind, but it sure feels nice so far. I close my eyes and enjoy the gentle strain on my arms. Jim slips his hand into the bed roll and I feel his hand run down my body until he reaches my crotch. “Hey, what the fu” my exclamation is cut off short as the rubber ball is shoved into my mouth. I try to push ...
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