Looking back.

My Early Year’s.

When I was a young man, I had a friend called Rony he was 2 years older than me, and had a sister 4 years older than him called Lisa, who I thought was very mature and gorgeous. We both rode bikes and like to go into the country side on our bikes.

One day we were out and it started to rain, that eventually that turned into a down pore, and we got drenched . When we got back to Ron’s house , the water was dripping of us! The house was empty “no one home”
We went up the stairs to get our wet clothes off and to get dried. Ron was well developed, both bodily and mentally.

He was first in the shower after a bit of clowning around, I followed him 10 minuets latter, by that time Ron was dried off and dressed, jeans and shirt on. I stepped out of the shower wrapped a towel around my head still dripping wet. It was not a new thing to see each other naked, as we were both into Rugby and played twice a week and showered with the rest of the team, we had been camping on several occasions and had shower together when camping and when at the swimming pool..

However, I stepped out of the shower into Ron’s bedroom………….Ron had a robe hanging behind to door which he was in the process of handling across to me and seen that my Penis was erect, due to the cold and rain and the warm shower.
He also noticed, I had been scratched with the thorns from the brambles that we had encountered in our ride along the lanes that we had gone along on the bikes.
He said to me “lay on the bed head down and I‘ll put some cream on the scratches, and told me to stop scratching them” I lay on the bed face down, he told me to shuffle down the bed until my feet were of the bed, he removed the robe and left me naked, he told me to stretch my arms out above my head.
He started rub the cream into my back and it was very relaxing but, which invoke a strange feeling that aroused my inner sanctum and feelings of arousal, that resulted in my Dick getting harder…………..and grow!

Ron said to me “does that feel better…………. feel good” and smacked my ass! You’ve scratched your arms as well! Put your hands above your head!, clasp them together.
“Un-be-knowing to me he had taken the belt of his dressing gown”
As I lay there hands clasped over my head and shoulders as he rubbed some cream into my arms.

As I was about to get up! Ron swiftly knelt over me, placed his knee into my so as I couldn’t get up. Proceeded to tie my wrist together with the dressing gown belt, tying them tight together, over powering me, restricting me from moving till he had my fastened hands firmly and positioned behind my neck.
What are you Fucking doing Ron!
You’ll see!
My heart started to race as my blood started to concourse through my body………………and my mind started to race!

He held my tied hands by the belt, forced me up on to my feet, holding my tied hands behind my head.
Holding my tied hands by the belt, he marched me across to the bedroom toward the door ( it was the old type of solid timber door) and pressed me hard against it.
Then he took my arms and stretched them above my head as he throw the belt over the door, went to the other side of the open door and fastened the belt to the door handle hoisting me up, till I was literally on my tip toes!