I Must Be Crazy To Keep Cumming Back For More

I'm not gay. Well, I must be a bit bisexual. So here's the story:

I've got a friend, Kevin, who I sort of knew in high school. When I started working part-time at the food co-op to put myself through junior college (after taking a few unproductive years off after high school to 'find myself,' I discovered he was working at the co-op and doing the same thing - starting college late.

We became better friends than we were in high school. It got to where I'd hang out at his house after school. His parents are away for some sort of extended vacation, and he's an only child, so he has the whole place to himself, even the funky old hot tub out back. Naturally, he invited me a soak after a few visits.

I brought a swim suit.

"You won't need that." he remarked.

I was cool with being naked. It was a private yard, and we're both guys, after all.

He pulled his pants off first, and I was a little bit shocked that his penis was nearly fully hard. But then I figured, it might have been me. I mean, I could have had a woodie, and I suppose that woud be embarrassing. He didn't seem embarrassed, and I thought to myself that he was pretty cool, being able to be seen like that by another guy.

So I pulled off my pants and all, and he didn't say anything. There wasn't much to remark about really. I'm an average guy in all respects.

So there we are, each nursing a beer, talking about school and work and sports and the like, and soaking in the tub on a cool evening. It was very nice.

I wasn't noticing that he was scooting around the tub, and ended up next to me.

I did notice however, when he fiddled around with his hand underwater, and then wrapped his hand around my balls, and worked his way up to gripping my dick.

I kind of froze, and my first thought was, "This is gay," accompanied by a good deal of alarm. I almost pulled away, but somehow, I didn't.

I thought it would embarrass him. I mean, really, go figure. That was my concern. I didn't want to hurt Kevin's feelings by flinching and pulling away.

But now the problem was how to politely extricate myself. And I couldn't come up with a plan. It didn't help my brain to think clearly, that I was finding the touch most exquisite, and to my shock, my penis was starting to harden.

Finally, I was like, "Fuck it." Just enjoy the, well, whatever the hell it was that was happening.

After a couple of minutes fiddling around with my dick, he simply said, "Come on," indicating I should jump out, wrap myself with my towel, and follow him into the house.

He brought me right to his bedroom, and indicated I should lay on the bed. Now, maybe I shouldn't admit this, but I was too far gone to object. At that point, I figured whatever he wanted to do, maybe blow me or something, well that would be OK. Then I had another momentary panic as I thought, maybe he wanted to get all kissy, maybe butt-fuck me even. You know, gay stuff. I really didn't want that, and was prepared to be even impolite if necessary.

It turns out Kevin is even weirder than that. He started talking about something he wanted to do. Something he claimed to love since he was a child, and something that he thought I 'might or might not' enjoy.

In my now horny condition, this was sounding quite interesting. However, he hesitated. He couldn't seem to bring himself to tell me what he was thinking. I was becoming remarkably curious. Not able to take the suspense any more, I just said, "Don't worry, whatever it is won't shock me," even though it probably would.

What he wanted to do was so strange you could have knocked me over with a feather. He wanted to do what called "torture" me. He explained that he was going to put some oil on the palm of his hand, and rub it over the tip of my dick.

You may not have thought so, but I was all for it. I had never had it done, and figured it might end in an orgasm, which I was really starting to want at that point.

Now, Kevin isn't unattractive. In fact, as guys go, he's quite a looker. But I wasn't really on that channel. I was just horned up by the touching he had done, and I have to admit I wanted more of it. It didn't even occur to me he might want some sort of reciprocation. When I finally did realize I might have to do something for or to him, I was reconciled to do anything reasonable. Oh, I wouldn't put his dick in my mouth or anything, but I could certainly give him a handob or something like that.

But no, he just wanted to do that palm rubbing thing to me. So, he put the oil on his palm, grabbed my fully hard penis with his other hand, then stroked his palm over the tip of my dick.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. You may know the feeling. It is like a super-intense tickle.

Well, one thing led to another, and after objecting a few times, then saying, "OK," I found my wrists and ankles tied to his bed, and he was torturing the living hell out of me by rubbing the palm of his hand over my dick. I was squirming and yelling, while he was having the time of his life, laughing, and continuing the torture during my fake objections. If he had really stopped, even though it was nearly impossible to take, I would have been disappointed.

Meanwhile, his own penis, quite long, and hairless - I guess he shaved that area - was rock hard, but completely unattended.

After a few minutes that felt like an hour, the feeling started to change. No longer was in entirely unbearable. And shortly after I discovered that, it became orgasmic. The next thing I know, I was shooting sperm all over Kevin's hand and my stomach.

You'd think Kevin's fun would be over, but no, he kept rubbing, now with my sperm mixed into his oil. He just kept going, and I squirmed like I never squirmed before. I kept laughing, but also yelling for him to stop. He could see he wasn't actually hurting me, but it was so damn unbearable! Pretty soon, my hardon wilted, and he did stop. I was immediately disappointed and wanted more.

I offered to reciprocate, even though now that I had ejaculated my heart wasn't really into it. To my relief, Kevin declined.

Over the next few days, I had a lot to think about. I don't currently have a girlfriend, but I'm pretty sure I'm straight, or mostly straight. Yet, I fully enjoyed that crazy time with Kevin, and was secretly hoping it might happen again.

It did. At work the next few days, we acted like nothing had happened, but he invited me over again a week later. I jumped at the opportunity, and once again, I got the absolutely unbearable glans rubbing tickle torture. And, I loved it. Again, Kevin refused reciprocation.

Well, to make a long story short, I get horny again every week or so, and even though I tell myself, I don't want to do that any more, I totally do want to do it again, and Kevin obliges. As soon as I get naked and he gets me hard and starts in on the torture, I think to myself, "This is so horrible. I can't stand it." And, I wish I hadn't invited myself over, and I want it to stop. At the same time, I don't want it to stop, and before long, I find myself ejaculating again.

I should mention that part of the torture is rather unusual. I feel like I have to pee, or cum, and sometimes, I can't tell which, and the torture continues, but I don't pee or cum. But one time, I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't stop it, and I ended up pissing all over Kevin's bed. I was so embarrassed, but he explained he expected that and had plastic sheeting underneath.

So, that's the story so far. Also so far, he won't let me reciprocate. He does get naked, and he's always hard while administering the 'torture,'  Funny thing is, if he ever asks me for a blowjob, he'll get it. I'm starting to think I'd really like trying to suck his dick.