First time edged: Chapter 1

Since I can’t attend the meeting/parties/orgies with the rest of the Collared bunch, I figured it might be a good idea to at least contribute a story or maybe two.

Remember, this is NOT TRUE.. Nope, not a single word. The character I have chosen is names “Drummer” and just happens to be from the small town in Mississippi that I do. (Did you catch the joke? Drummer’ not Piper?) That’s really the only similarity. He says he’s gay, and everybody knows that there are no gay people in Arcola, Mississippi. Nope, not a one. Besides, everybody knows that being gay is just a sickness, and if you think and pray over it a lot, you can get over it. Drummer just didn’t think hard enough. But, I hope you enjoy his story, Remember, it’s NOT TRUE. Nope, not a single word.

Hi, everybody, My name is Drummond James Whittington, III. Do you see why everybody calls me “Drum” or Drummer? And, by the way, I’m queer. Yep, Queer as a three-dollar bill. Always been that way, don’t pay any attention to what folks say. Of course, being from Arcola, the last thing in the world that you would want would be for somebody to find out your’e queer. It would provide a new definition for “shunned” .

Still I realized that I was a faggot when I was a junior in high school. I knew that every time I saw a muscular dude with his shirt off, or wearing a pair of short-shorts and showing hurculean legs, I’d salavate and stare, I just didn’t realize that straight guys didn’t do that. Me, I’m sort of puny built, so nobody ever drooled over me, but still the thought hadn’t occurred to me that I might be ‘different’. Well that is until Tony and I got together the first time.

Tony is a “townie”. He lives in town, right down the street from the high school. I, on the other hand, live on a farm outside of town. We were in the same class, but he was on the football team, and I had too many chores to do at home, I couldn’t even stay to watch ball practice, much less try out for the team. So it was just luck that I was in town one Saturday morning, on my bike, riding by Tony’s house. He was in the yard, washing the family car. And Bless Pat, he was wearing almost nothing. I’m not kiddin’. He had on one of those speedo bathing suits, you know the ones that don’t hide anything at all. Muscles all soaped up and glowing and rippling with every move. I almost wrecked the bike.

He came over and helped me pick up the downed two-wheeler and asked if I was ok. All I could do was stare at that huge lump in the front of the speedo, my hardon straining against my short pants like a monster trying to get out. Oh, yes, he noticed. Both my stare and my monster. He smiled an my stomach did a flip flop. “ Man, you ought to do something about that hard cock. Want to jerk off togther sometimes?” I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Of course I jerked off every day,and fantasized about doing it with a famous actor or something, and here, right off the bat, Tony offered to do the dirty with me.

It was set, the following Saturday, Tony came out to my house, I ‘showed him around’ and we went out behind the barn dropped trou and watched each other beat the meat. It was great. He stayed around all aftenoon, and we went back behind the barn twice more, the last time he got behind me and reached around and jerked me off, and then I did the same for him. What a glorious day.

We did the weekly two-person circle jerk for a month, then Tony asked if I had ever had a blow job. Of course I told him no, and He stopped using his fist on me and got on his knee in front of me and took my cock in his mouth. Unbelieveable! A feeling like no other! Of course I couldn’t cum in his mouth, (that would have been nasty, right?), so he polished me off with his fist and stood for me to kneel in front of him. I tried to repeat what he had done with his tongue and mouth and before I knew it, he had filled my mouth with a load of his cum. I sputtered and spit it out, of course, but some stayed in and, you know what?, it tasted pretty good.

As the school year came to an end, the two of us had gotten to where we not only could swallow, but liked it a lot. We even really got kinky and sucked on each other at the same time, in what they call a 69 position. I got to feel that awesome body at the same time I was enjoying his cock . Life was good.

Tony’s family was pretty well-off, his father being a planter and all, and my folks share-cropping, so summer was pretty much a bust. Tony went off to some far-off place on vacation, and when he was home, I was working pretty much all day at the farm, hoeing cotton and taking care of the cow. Every time I milked the cow, though, I though about Tony, and the delicious milk he gave.

On to the present. Now you should pretty much know where my queerness has led me. I’m in college now, junior year. I haven’t sucked a cock since I’ve been here, and only had Tony once when we were both home for Thanksgiving holiday. All my friends a straight, and all are really nice. Of course they don’t know I’m queer, because I’ve learned pretty much how to hide the fact.

Just as sort of a release, I joined a British kink group, just to see if there was somebody I could meet online that knew more about the queer life and maybe even help me figure out where I fit in. Met a couple of really nice guys, there, but woul you believe, I have met another American. Talk about nice. He reminds me of Tony. He’s built like a brick outhouse, and as friendly as all get out. Everybody calls him ‘bull’. And believe me, that name is well-deserved.

Turns out, he lives in a city only about forty miles from my State University and invited me to come home with him last week to learn what “edging” was all about. I was not sure about it, since I understood that you had to be tied up to be edged, and I was not keen on being tied up.

After talking (writing) to a couple of the guys on my British fetish site, though they told me to get one of my straight friends to call and check on me occasionally, and have a safe word, and I should be ok. I arranged to meet bull at a bar beforehand, and he seemed really nice and not at all like a serial killer, so I met him last Saturdy afternoon at the same bar. I left my clunker in the parking lot and we went to his house in (are you ready for this) his 2016 Escalade. Wow.

Something I haven’t mentioned about bull. He says he’s a male slave, and belongs to a master, the guy he lives with. I don’t think there are such things as slaves in the real world, but I figures what the heck, if he wants to think he’s a slave, it’s his businss. Right?

Got to his house right about twilight, and I’m glad I rode with bull, because I would never have found the house. I thought I lived in the country, this guy lives in the country from the country. Nearest neighbot has to live five miles away. I didn’t think about that until much later. Nobody would have heard me if bull HAD been a serial killer.

Anyhow, you could tell bull lived there, because we went in a back door, right into the kitchen and he went straight to the frige and got us both a beer. “Are you going to offer me one, too?” this booming voice scared the hell out of me. It was bull’s housemate, or boss, or whatever he was.

Since it was unseasonably warm, bull’s housemate was just wearing a pair of shorts, and no shirt. Now I know why bull is built so good, they must both work out all the time and are really into body building. Bull introduced us, and bull called him “master” but He told me to call him just Mr. Jones. I tell you the guy might have been old. Like in his 50’s but he mad bull look almost puny he was so muscular,and hairy too. White hair on his head and chest and even heavy hair on his legs.

“Bull tells me you want to learn what edging is, and you are interested in some of the more unusual aspects of gay life.” “Yes, Sir, He has told me that he can give me the information I need to see where I fit in.” “Well, we can certainly help with that.”

“Why don’t you take the young man up to the spare bedroom and get him ready for his first new experience, bull? “I’ll be up presently.” “Sir, Yes Sir, Master, Sir.”

Putting out empty beer cans aside, bull led the way upstairs into a nice bedroom and asked me if I minded him undressing me. Of course I hadn’t had anybody else undress me since my mother did that when I was a very little kid. “Sure”, Why not?” Even that was a kick. He was slow and steady, taking off each piece of clothing, folding it and putting it in a chair, and feeling the part of the body revealed with both hands.

Once totally naked,”Get up on the bed. Right in the middle, on your back and hold your arms out straiht to the sides of the bed. I did just as he asked, and he pulled a piece of rope out from under the bed and tied it to my wrists and then pulled so my arms were stretched out pretty tight. I wasn’t going to move them, that’s for sure. “You told me the other night that you were a break dancer. Is that right?" “Yep, I’m pretty good, why?” “Can you do a split?” “Yeah, I can, but I usually end a break with it.” “Hold your legs apart as wide as you can, and I will see if I can get you into a split. You’ll enjoy it edging even better if I can.” I spread my legs out really wide, and bull pushed each one up to where I was in a full split and tied my legs to my outstretched arms. Not really the most comfortable position I’ve even been in ,that’s for sure.

As bull stood beside the bed, I had to ask, “Are you going to strip off too?” “Of course” and he began a slow dancing strip and my eyes feasted and my cock began to lengthen and thicken. He did these ‘muscle man’ poses as part of the strip, and by the time he had everything pretty much off, I was drippig and drooling.

The guy is totally as beautiful as any human male has any right to be. Except he doesn’t have any hair on his body at all below his eyelashes. No leg hair, no pubic hair, no arm hair. Smooth as a baby’s ass all over. He glows, he’s so good looking, and muscles on top of muscles. His cock, though was tied up in some sort of way, and you couldn’t tell much about it. I started to ask about it, but he put his forefinget to his lips and said Shhhhh’. Then he got down on his knees, put his hands behind his back and his forehead to the floor.

The bedroom door opened and Mr. Jones cam in. He was totally nude himself, and totally AWESOME. His cock must have been a foot long and thick even though it was only semi-hard.

“On your feet, slave, and begin the edging.” Bull jumped up and got on the bed between my outstretched legs. When he went down on me, I thought I was going to shoot my load straight off, but he backed off,and began to lick my testicles. His hand on my thighs, he kneaded them as he licked and my rock hard cock stood at attention.

Mr. Jones stood by the side of the bed and leaned over to cover my mouth with his,and his tongue found mine and began to dance with it. His fingers each found one of the nipples on my chest and began to twist and scratch and pull. The sensations were almost to ‘overload’. I could feel the charge building up and suddenly all the hands and mouth were gone. I laid there, totally unfulfilled, still hot, still wanting to cum, while the two antagonists stood and smiled at me. As the urge began to fade, the two were back on me, kissing, sucking pinching and believe me, bull’s tongue was totally talented, doing things around the head of my cock that had never been done before.

I don’t know how long the pleasure/agony went on, but it had to have gone on for over an hour, maybe two,when I started begging them to let me cum. Mr. Jones told bull. “OK, let’s let it have one and take a break for a change in position.” This time when I felt it building, the two of them didn’t stop, and my body had an eruption like Vesuvius, cum goinig straight up and coming down all over my chest and belly. Spurt after spurt. I have never cum like that before in my life! “Clean it up, bull”, and sure enough, bull began to lick and suck the stuff off my chest, grunting with pleasure himself.

With Mr. Jones on one side and bull on the other, they untied me from the bed and I thanked them profusely. I had started getting a cramp in both legs, but just walking around took care of that.

Mr. Jones left and came back with a big pitcher of lemonade and poured us each a glass. As He clicked our glasses, he said “Next time will be even better.” I figured they were through with me, and “next time” meant they wanted to do it again some day.

Not exactly. Mr. Jones saw me rubbing the red marks on my wrists where the rope had chafed. He reached into the box underneath the pitcher of lemonade and took out some leather things. “Give me your hand, boy”. I put down my glass and he buckled a leather wrist cover thing on each wrist. While he was doing that,bullwas on his knees, rubbing my ankles and putting leather things on them too. “Next time” apparently meant “Right Now”.

bull went to the closet and took out a large round pillow and put it in the center of the bed. As I finished my glass of lemonade, Mr. Jones ordered me up on to it on my back, obviously for another round of edging. I have to admit, even as tired as I was, the lemonade had been refreshing, and I felt like I was ready to go again, so I crawled up on the big pillow.

With bull on one side of the bed and Mr. Jones on the other, each grabbed a wrist and put the hook end of a heavy bungee into the loop of the wrist cuff and pulled my arms out and up to the head of the bed on both sides. Then, wasting no time, they did the same thing to my ankles. With my body about two feet above the level of the bed, and my arms and legs being pulled really hard by the bungee, it was not at all comfortable. It was quickly beginning to be a painful strain on my limbs. “Feel ok, drummer?” “No, Sir, this hurts, Mr. Jones.” “It will get to feeling better, believe me. Meat, a little oil on its penis please.”

I felt the warm oil flow on m cock down to my testicles, and even into my ass crack. Then the hand began stroking. Just like I used to milk a cow’s teat, the fingers started loose, then tightend as they reach the head of my cock, seeming to pull out whatever cum was left over. I forgot the pain in my arms and legs with the sensation of being milked. I got harder and harder and the urge began to build…….then stop. It was Mr. Jones working on me, because bull climbed up on the bed and knelt right in front of my head, hanging down from the pillow. “Untie the clout, meat and show him what you got.”

Up until now, bull had been undressed, but his stuff had been tied up with some kind of leather lacing so you really couldn’t even see his cock, while his smooth balls stood out like stones. As he took the lace off, the most beautiful, veined cock fell down between the balls. In no time, it began to swell and lengthen until it reached an arching magnificence. I stuck out my tongue and he let me lick the large mushroom head. All of my pain was now pleasure as I pulled against the bungee to better reach his cock.

The pumping began again, and my poor brain was torn between the pleasure of cumming and the pleasure of sucking. The cumming took over, but only briefly as the hand stopped at the edge once again.

As bull put the head of his cock inside my mouth the fist on my cock began to beat faster and a finger slid up between my oily ass cheeks and into my asshole…all the way to the spot that the doctor hit when he did a postrate exam. I exploded and cum shot all over my chest and belly again. bull pulled out of my mouth and eagerly leaned over me and licked off all of the jism from my chest. Mr. Jones took the softening cock into his mouth and sucked out the last drop and licked the oil clean.

What an experience! After they let me up, I went into the bathroom and finished cleaning up and got dressed again.

When I got back downstairs, Lex and Mr. Jones were already in the kitchen, bull re-dressed just like he was before, Mr. Jones in a long robe, the two of them busy making hamburgers for the three of us. “I thought you might need a little nourishment, after your first edging session.” “Thank You, Sir, it was awesome, Sir.” “Well, why don’t you come for the week-end this week and I can show you my dungeon.” As I hesitated to answer, Mr. Jones continued,” I’ve seen you look at my slave boi, how would you like to breed him.” I know I blushed, because I could feel the blood rising to my face. I must have stammered, because bull broke in, ”I’d like that, drummer, and I can give you a ride you won’t forget.” I couldn’t bring myself to answer. “Well think about it”.

On the way back to pick up my car, bull apologized if I though he was too fast, but I told him I’d like to make love to him, but I’d never stuck my cock into another guys asshole before, and I don’t know if I would be any good or not. He assured me that he would make sure I was good.

I think I might just go visit Mr. Jones this week end. Who knows what might happen?

I hope that my story was ok to post here, and at least one or two guys in the group might enjoy reading it. Remember IT IS NOT TRUE. Not one word of it.

Drop me a message if you want me to write about the next visit, that is, of course if Drummer makes the appointment this week-end.

Thanks for reading, piper