Strong tells the true deeply personal story of his first gay bondage experience at 18 with a jock crush named Chris.
Strong's First Bondage Experience
by Strong
The following is a true story of what my first real experience with another boy was like, and my discovery that I was into BDSM, both happened at once. We all have natural desires and behaviors in each of us. It takes the brave to discover this and act on it. I started in kink at 14 and studied and read on it for 4 years. At 18 I acted on it. This true story is my first experience in domination, prior to this I had only read about it and seen certain videos I would watch late at night online. It also was my first sexual experience with another male. I hope you enjoy this very personal story. To protect the identify of the male sub in this I will just call him Chris. This year (2015) marks my 20th year of experience with BDSM.
I came out at 18 and was one of the few out guys into guys at my high school. Even before I came out I knew I was into bondage. I was a big nerd and jock who also enjoyed performing. My step father was in the military so I moved often, for awhile I was in JROTC too. (Being tall, lean, athletic looking with blue eyes and short blond hair, uniforms naturally looked good on me 😉 ) When I was 18, I had my first experience in bondage with a guy who was also my first kiss. The guy, whom I will call Chris, was a tall, athletic jock. He was part Latin and part white (two of my favorite types of men mixed in one) who had a great smile and was quiet and observant. He too was a nerd on the inside who also worked out. Chris and I knew one another from choir and sports.
One day after a hard work out on the field after school, I was changing when Chris walked in from lacrosse practice. (Besides lacrosse Chris was a very strong water polo player and also managed to fit in football as well) I looked at him and he made eye contact with me. Now Chris and I had a bond. As a result of a dare at a party, we had shared a kiss. After that I knew that the feelings I had for men were more than an experiment. Chris who at the time had a girlfriend (I did not know this) had a hard time looking me in the eyes since. When he came into the locker room he looked at me and said nothing. He opened his locker then took off his shoes and socks. He then sat down drank some water. I watched as the bottle touched his lips as he drank and sweat trickled down his well defined arm's. After he finished his drink, he placed the bottle down onto the bench then turned to me and said “Did you hear we broke up?” I had nothing to say so turned and started to go through my locker. Chris walked over to me with a stern look. He closed my locker with some aggression. His 18 year old face had a confused, stern look on it. I looked back with my young blue eyes and said “Sorry to hear that bro. What happened?"
Chris' eyes teared up a bit. He had a look of confusion. I grabbed him gently by the chin and tilted his head upward. I moved slowly with caution and then used my hands to rub his chiseled abs. When I met his lacrosse pads, I slid my hands under his padding and rubbed his nipples. He moaned and looked upward, tears still running down from his eyes. I looked down and noticed his body thrusting outwards towards me. I looked over at the clock on the wall. No one should be coming in here. My heart raced as I rubbed his nipples under his padding. I started to get hard. After several minutes of this I quickly pulled my hands out from under his padding and grabbed the back of his head. His scalp was shaved and cut short. I pulled him towards my lips. His tongue and mouth met mine. My cock became very hard. I used my leg to shove his legs open as I kissed him. Then I felt Chris pull me towards him with one hand but I hit his hand away and pinned both of his hands above his head. I was surprised he let me do this for he always seemed like the one who would be in control. But this felt right and he sure as hell was not saying no so I went with it.
After this moment had passed I pulled away from him and ripped his gym shorts down to his knees while I looked at him in his eyes. I rubbed his cup then pulled it out then got down on my knees and used my mouth to pull his jockstrap down. By this time he was very sweaty so the jock peeled down his defined thighs to his ankles with no problem. He was very hard as was I. I then stood up, our faces both had nervousness with a brief moment of now what. I looked down and saw his cock was hard as hell and dripped pre-cum.
“I have never done this before man” Chris said with fear and hesitation in his eyes. I said nothing and then did what felt natural for the both of us. I un-did the straps holding Chris lacrosse padding on. It fell to the floor exposing his defined, smooth, tanned chest. I quickly reached for his nipples, pinching and twisting them firmly. Chris moaned and tried to raise his hands but before he could say anything I launched in for another kiss and twisted his nipples more. He pushed me away then looked down and saw his cock was hard. I grabbed it and pulled him forward and said into his ear “First time for everything bro”.
I pulled Chris into the showers, as he walked he stumbled a bit as his gym shorts and jock were still at his ankles. As I tugged Chris along he moaned and was going to ask a question before he could speak it I slapped him in the face. I then saw several piles of used towels and long gym socks from a earlier practice sitting in a cart. I grabbed a handful of them and pulled Chris into the showers. Chris looked around as did I. It was dark, with a few floor to ceiling faucets the water would come out of. I pulled Chris over to a shower with one hand on his cock. I went to the far bar then threw the used socks and towels down. I pushed Chris onto the bar. I barked at him to remove his pants and jock fully. He complied. Chris was now standing completely naked. I then quickly grabbed several pairs of the socks and used them to bind his hands ankles together behind the bar. I grabbed another one and slowly stretched it out and tied it around his mouth positioning it to where his teeth would bite in front of it. I looked into his brown eyes with my blue eyes then lubed up my fingers with my spit and rubbed his exposed hole with my finger. His brown eyes widened as my index and middle finger went from rubbing to fucking his tight hole. Chris moaned and begged with his eyes and mouth. Because of his sock gag his words where just garbled.
After several minutes of this I saw something odd as Chris' body began to shake. HIs face had a look mixed with fear and ecstasy. For he lost control of holding out on his true desires and had started to cum. I was unsure what to do so I let go of his cock and kept pushing on his prostate. Chris moaned and moaned. When done I pulled my fingers out of Chris' hole. He moaned and almost cried and fell to his knees with his head facing down. I was very hard and saw that Chris' cum had sprayed onto my leg and shorts. I used my left hand and wiped it off my leg. (There was a lot of cum) I then stepped back and saw this very well known jock who I had come to know my junior year in high school broken.
I walked over to him and pulled his scalp upwards firmly, his large dark eyes looked up at me, red from tears and sweat. He looked simultaneously thankful and broken. I knelt down and untied the sock gag then took my left hand and placed it on his lips making him clean the fingers that I had used to fuck his hole. Chris gagged as I pushed all the way back into his throat. I stood up and pulled down my gym shorts and jock and took out my white stiff dripping cock. Chris said "Please man" but before he could say anything more I shoved my cock in and raped his throat. He gagged and coughed as I thrust inward. He tried to pull his head away but my grip was to strong. His brown eyes looked upward at me and my blue eyes and blond head looked down at him. I then felt a rush and moment of truth I had never felt before as I unleashed my cum into his mouth. He moaned and pleaded as my DNA flooded into him. He tried to violently pull away but my grip was strong and I pulled him deeper onto my cock.
When finished I pulled out and collapsed onto him. His naked body held mine up. I held him in my arms, rubbed his scalp and neck. His head laid best as possible on my chest. He then looked up and me and whispered "thank you". My eyes then let loose tears. This was the first time I had ever felt this. I had never done something like this before. Prior to this I had only kissed one guy, and that guy who I had a crush on just helped me open my more kinkier side. After that great moment, I quickly untied Chris then helped him to his feet. I turned the shower on and we rinsed off. Both saying nothing. After we'd showered, a few late stragglers came in from training mostly to piss. Neither looked at the other as we dried off and dressed. We then both left the locker room. As we walked across the empty quad of the school, we first said nothing but then I broke the silence with “It's our secret okay?”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder both ways then kissed me on the cheek. He smiled and winked at me and then kissed me on the cheek again slightly tearing up as did I knowing what we had could not happen in our lives. Then he ran towards the parking lot towards his car. In my mind he was the kind of man I wanted to marry; kinky, clean cut, and athletic. Yet I knew sadly that would never occur.
After high school Chris and I moved on and lost touch. I heard he had joined the Marines. Life through rough circumstances forced me to leave San Diego and move up to Los Angeles.
Years later, I returned to San Diego for a friend's wedding. This friend was a fellow kinkster who was marrying her husband. Before the wedding, I drove to a cafe in Carmel Mountain. In the cafe I randomly happen to see Chris' ex-girlfriend. I awkwardly said "hello". She said "hi" back then walked up to me to catch up. I am not sure if she had ever known what had occurred between us. But she talked about many things; her family, friends, her kids etc. But not Chris which I found odd. So I asked how he was doing or had she heard anything about him. She looked at me confused and in uncertain sadness and said to me, “You do not know?”
I shook my head no.
“Chris was killed in combat a few years ago”.
At that moment, I broke down on the inside.
What occurred between us was special and for that I would never forget it. When you have an experience in the scene, think of it as special for the bond we each have in this scene is something stronger than any normal friendship or relationship. No not all kinky friends are going to get married but the memory’s we can create for one another can be just as strong.
Strong
PS Apologizes for the bad grammar, I write these sort of late some times.
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GayBondageFiction - August 12, 2015, 1:24 pm
Nice story with a great message. Thanks for sharing, Strong!
TempMember633574 - December 28, 2015, 11:29 am
Oh, that ending hurt! I’m sorry for your loss doesn’t begin to cover it.
Stim668 - January 24, 2021, 11:15 am
Enjoyed the story – but I was saddened to read the ending. I feel badly for you.