My first story "Tim´s Fantasy Fulfilled (M/M)" was my first crash course, I must say it was a bit of a rough start haha; so, I took all of your comments and also learned and read a lot more stories and books in the meantime to really get the gist of it and also expand my vocab; and, now I'm here with a brand new story.
I really hope you like it, again, be kind, it's kind of a long story. I'm still learning but most importantly leave your comments, and suggestions, I really want to know how y'all like it and ways for me to improve... so without further ado, here's the story:
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JUST BETWEEN US (M/MMM)
CHAPTER 1 - BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD GUY
“You don’t mind the smell, do you?†my step-cousin Jaime asked as we descended the carpeted stairs into his room, or well, the basement. Jaime was the 18-year-old jock of the family, big and broad-shouldered, with dark blonde wavy hair that always looked like it had just been ruffled after a game. His build was imposing, was it fat or pure muscles? Maybe both, his personality was just as in-your-face, while me on the other hand, standing fairly tall myself, with a fit frame for always playing basketball and football with my friends, my dark almost hazel blonde hair getting in my face every time I got sweaty, which was almost always, -you see it was the 80s so long hair was the jazz back then- also I had a nice covering of fur on my body which was darker than my heads, I was quite proud of it, though I had to shave it off once when I joined the swim team.
We had this family tradition to try to spend more time with each member individually, since we joined families; but since I was the youngest on a family of mostly older people, it was a little weird, thankfully Jaime was the next in line, even though I’d been dreading this bonding session; still, it was better than being stuck with one of the older relatives.
I followed him reluctantly, taking in the faintly musty scent of the basement. Jaime’s domain was as chaotic as he was: posters of football and basketball teams adorned the walls, empty soda cans littered the floor, a bottle of a yellowish liquid neatly sat beside his desk, -I’m not going to ask what that is- and piles of clothes were shoved haphazardly into corners “I guess it’s fine,†I mumbled, wrinkling my nose. Jaime smirked as he flopped onto his unmade bed, sweeping aside a tangle of socks, t-shirts and football magazines to make room for me. I scanned the room for a clean spot to sit. My eyes landed on a jean lined beanbag in the corner of his room, which seemed like the best option. As I sank into it, a waft of something truly foul hit me.
“Ugh! What is that smell?†I exclaimed, scrambling back to my feet, unable though, the beanbag was trying to swallow me whole.
Jaime burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s where I usually dump my clothes and gear after a game†He reached out and hauled me upright like I weighed nothing. “Guess Mom cleaned it up for you.â€
I gave a nervous chuckle and instead perched myself at the foot of his bed with my back against the soft raggedy cushion, carefully avoiding the clutter of this literal manifestation of a MAN CAVE.
It was a late summer evening, the ceiling fan provided some much-needed breeze but not enough; the room’s heat only seemed to intensify the mix of sweat, stale air, and the faint tang of vinegar. For the first hour, we talked about family gossip and basketball, mostly him talking and me nodding along. But as the conversation started to dry up, Jaime leaned forward with a sly grin. “Hey, check this out.†Before I could react, he scooted behind me on the edge of the bed, one leg on either side of me. His socked feet rested on my thighs, heavy and warm, trapping me in place between his thighs. My heart raced as he handed me a magazine.
-Look, I knew I was into guys from a very young age, but being in between him made my body feel funny, I never saw him that way but the feeling of entrapment those massive pieces of meat gave me, certainly sparked my interest, but then I caught a whiff of his massive, socked feet and it woke me up from that trance, they smelled like a wet sweaty towel with a hint of vinegar and salt. Playing sports with guys taught me that men are nasty, and I am somehow used or into that, I don’t know, but his aroma was something else, yet I was weirdly entranced by them I wanted to cover my nose, yet my curiosity wanted to smell them? Nah, I don’t think so…- the only thing that snapped me out of it was the magazine he just placed in front of my face.
“What’s this?†I asked, trying to sound casual.
“A Shibari magazine. Stole it from my uncle’s stash,†he said with a laugh. “You seem like the kind of guy who’d be into this. You know, tying someone up.â€
I flipped through the pages, my curiosity warring with a growing sense of unease. Red circles marked certain positions, accompanied by scribbled notes in the margins.
“What are these circles for?†I asked, holding up a page.
Jaime leaned closer, his voice low and stern. “Just some positions I’d like to try.†I tried to keep my expression neutral as I turned back to the magazine. Each page seemed more intricate and bizarre than the last. The confined space, the weight of Jaime’s legs on mine, and the mingling scents of the room were overwhelming. My pulse quickened as he shifted closer, his feet pressing down slightly harder on me, almost as if he was fully resting them on my legs; more red circles and the occasional comment from him saying how cool or hard each one of them were.
Every time I flipped a page, I could feel his toes curl and feet shift, his hand rummaging over his thighs and groin, a low faint moan or groan; I didn’t know what was happening behind my head. All that, combined with the mixtures of smells his room emanated, his body heat and the fact the I was essentially getting him turned on, was making me turned on, my hormones where going insane, now I was trapped between a rock and a hard guy and no way on earth I was to lift that magazine again, for my body betrayed me and I was sporting a massive tent… -what a day to not wear any underwear-.
“Stop there,†he said suddenly, pointing at a diagram in the corner of the page. “Haven’t tried that one yet.â€
I started to read it, Chest Harness… hands behind… tied… gagged… exposed… not too flexible… I swallowed hard. “Have you actually done these?†as I looked up, my gaze meeting his.
Jaimes’s grin widened. “Yeah, with my buddies. We make a game of it during college matches. Losers get tied up and must escape. If they can’t, well…†He trailed off, his tone teasing, his deep hazel eyes never leaving mine. The implication made my cheeks flush. I shifted uncomfortably, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tension in my posture or the bulge in my shorts. “Sounds intense,†I said weakly. Suddenly the magazine was yanked out of my hands, startling me.
“Why so jumpy cus†the brute said.
Jaime leaned back, placing his enormous hands on my shoulders. “So, what do you say Jordan? You’ve been wanting to hang out with my friends for a while, right? Now’s your chance to be part of the club.†His hand never left my shoulder nor my gaze from his, it was true, it did spark my curiosity, if they were playing this tie up game it means it must be fun, but what was the catch. I hesitated, my mind racing. The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. But the way Jaime looked at me, with that knowing grin, left me feeling like I didn’t have much of a choice. Finally, I nodded.
“Great!†Jaime jumped to his feet, towering over me, turned around, his bulge merely inches away from my flushed face. “Stay put.â€
As he disappeared up the stairs, presumably to grab supplies in the garage, I sat frozen, staring at the cluttered floor. What had I just agreed to? And why, despite my nerves, did a small part of me feel eager to find out?
*CHAPTER 2 - NOW PLAY WITH THESE / FEB 24, 2025*
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