bromoatl:

Ah, Tito.  Poor Tito, he never knew what happened that night.  He had been hanging around the villa we rented for the month enough that I finally got him to talk to me a bit.  Not unfriendly, just very cautious and uncertain how to act around the gay gringo. 

We had a language barrier, but he quickly figured out that he could use our pool, and that we’d buy him and friends plenty of drinks when they wanted a big night out on the town.  After a couple of weeks of this, it was great to see him loosen up around me. 

This went on for a while, and finally after yet another night of partying, I had the chance to get him alone and away from his friends who always gave him a ride back home.

He’d had a lot to drink and after I brought him back into the villa, I knew he would pass out pretty soon.  I played it cool and never made a move or suggested anything. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was about 30 minutes, he asked if he could crash in one of the guest rooms.  I said yes of course.

Finally I could get this guy naked….but he went to bed fully clothed!  Ugh!  I knew it just meant I’d have to work at it a lot harder to check out his hot cock.  He was sleeping soundly – after all that alcohol I wasn’t too worried he’d wake up.

I lightly ran my fingers along his nipples just to see if it would wake him up.  It didn’t. 

I pulled the cover back and decided I’d get a look at that cock no matter what.  After what seemed like an eternity, I got that zipper all the way down.  I gently worked to unbutton the jeans, careful not to disturb him.

I saw he had on gray briefs of some sort, though I wasn’t able to tell much more at that point.  I lightly ran my fingers over his underwear – finally feeling his flaccid cock.

I gently pulled the waistband of his underwear out so that I could get a look at that cock.  He was snoring as I put my hand in his underwear, feeling his silky soft pubic hair, working my way over that shaft and cupping his balls.

He had more pubic hair that I expected, as I pulled his underwear down further and put his cock in my mouth, he had none of that musky scent of more mature guys. 

I knew now I was going to try and get his jeans and underwear off.  I turned him on his side and worked to get them off.

I worked at it for a few more minutes getting the last of his clothes off.

I began to rub his cock to see if I could get him hard, but after a few minutes of using my hand, then my mouth, his cock wasn’t responding.

I was disappointed, but not done with him.  I ran my finger down from his balls and in between his legs, tentatively running my finger along his ass.

I figured it was now or never, and since I couldn’t get him hard, I’d make sure our passed out friend would be confused in the morning.

The next morning, Tito never said a word about the night before, or waking up naked.  He never came around again, and made a point to avoid us in the town when he saw us.  But that’s OK, I’ve got pictures that will remind me of the one that almost got away….

southboy-indierp:

rules-for-boys:

sleepymatt-rp:

Oh please, you think I’m a stranger to hypnosis? You can go ahead and SLEEP NOW, Matty.

You’ll have to try harder if ya wanna get me too, buddy.

With Matty back to accepting his commands and Stevie slumbering in his arms, Thomas lead Matt out of the house, carrying Stevie out to his van.

The back windows and windshield were tinted, and it wasn’t until Thomas opened the back door that Matt could see that the back had been heavily modified to look more like a prison transport.

Metal benches lined the walls and empty shackles were bolted to the floor. “C’mon up,” Thomas said to Matt as he himself climbed onboard, Stevie still in his arms.

Matt became slightly worried once he entered the van. It gave him a kidnapping vibe but the shiny ring was too distracting for him to care. “W-Why are we going in there” he still asked, as he climbed up the dark vehicle. “Uh… When are we gonna wake up, Stevie?” he asked gullibly.