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Date: Tue, 18 May 1999 15:09:36 -0500
From: Thomas Denny <tdenny@gte.net>
Subject: "What A Workout"
WHAT A WORKOUT
By
Thomas Denny
I had just finished working out. Still hot and sweaty even
though I had the air conditioner set pretty low in the house.
Standing there in front of the mirror drying my face and arms, I
looked at my tights and bodysuit and could see they were
clinging to my body. But they still made me look good I said to
myself. I had been divorced for over a year and had gotten in
the bad habit of talking to myself.
Deciding to go ahead and take a shower I pulled the tights
and bodysuit down. Actually I had to peel them off my body. I
took my bra off and admired myself one more time in the mirror.
Although I didn't think I looked as good without the tights and
bodysuit on. I turned the water on in the shower and stepped in
and soaped myself up good. I was sore from my workout so I
didn't waste anytime in the shower.
By the time I finished my shower I was freezing to death. I
was shivering as I dried off and went to the dresser and tried
to figure out what I wanted to wear. Still being in one of my
moods I picked out a black long sleeve bodysuit and black
tights. I sat down on the bed and pulled the tights up over my
feet and slowly pulled them up my legs until I had to stand up
to get them up to my waist. Then I pulled the bodysuit over my
head and pulled the crotch together and snapped it shut. The
bodysuit was a turtleneck and it was pulling tight against my
crotch.
Which, probably in most cases, was not a good thing. But
since I am a guy it felt good pulling against my crotch. I had
tucked myself down between my legs and everytime I moved it felt
like I was going to orgasm. I had been wearing tights and
bodysuits for as long as I can remember. There was just
something about having them next to my skin that had always
turned me on. The next best thing to that was seeing a woman
dressed in bodysuits and tights. Especially being with a woman.
My wife couldn't understand that for some reason. She would
hardly ever slip on a pair of just tights for me.
She found out about my fetish. At first she thought I was
sick but then she seemed to just put it out of her mind. As long
as I didn't involve her or let her see me she wouldn't get mad.
But that eventually was part of the reason we divorced. But it
was for the best. I'm happier and I don't know about her nor do
I care.
I lay down on the bed and just enjoyed the feel of the
material next to my skin. A friend of mine had called earlier
and asked to come over later that night. I didn't really want
him to but he was a friend. He usually got drunk and slept over
so he wasn't normally any problem. However, he didn't know about
my fetish so I had to wear clothes over the tights and bodysuits
when he was around. He wasn't supposed to be here for another
couple of hours so I had plenty of time to relax and have a
little fun with myself.
I reached down under the bed and slid a box out. It was
full of rope and old pantyhose that I used to tie myself up
with. I couldn't afford all that self-bondage gear you'd see in
magazines. The pantyhose and ropes worked just fine for me,
anyway. I got everything ready and even pulled out a hood I had
made out of an old pair of lycra tights. It was tight and long
enough to stick down the neck of any of my bodysuits to have
that fully encased feel.
I turned off all the lights and went back to the bed and
started to tie myself up. I knew I didn't need to take all night
since my friend was coming over so I didn't go overboard with
the bondage. Wrists, in front of my body to my ankles that were
bent back behind my butt, with a short piece of rope and a slip
knot. The harder I pulled the tighter the knot became. Before I
put my hands through the loop in the rope I put the hood over my
head and wrapped a pair of pantyhose hose around my eyes and
around my mouth and put tape over them so they would stay tight.
I lay down on my back and put my hands through the loop and
wrapped the rope around my wrists as tight as I could. Then,
hopefully I could find the role of tape and wrap it around the
rope just enough that I could still get untied quickly. I always
panic right after I finish tying myself up. I always get that
feeling that I won't be able to untie myself and somebody will
find me dead, all tied up in bodysuits and tights. What a
picture that would make.
This time felt so good that I just wanted to lay there for
awhile and enjoy that feeling in my crotch. I guess I enjoyed it
too much because I fell asleep. I must have had a wet dream,
while I was sleeping, because the crotch of the bodysuits and
tights were really wet and sticky from a good orgasm. My arms
and legs were still asleep from being tied up so long. Although
I didn't know how long I had been sleeping it must not have been
too long to still be so wet.
I lay there trying to wake up for a few minutes. When I
finally started trying to untie myself I got that feeling back
down in my crotch. I had to move slowly because I didn't want to
shoot off in my tights again, yet. For some reason I couldn't
find the end of the tape around my wrists. And when I did find
it my fingernails were too short to grab on to the tape. I tried
to raise my hands up to my face to pull the hose and the mask
from around my eyes but the rope between my ankles and wrist was
to short.
Not being able to untie myself really started having its
effect on my crotch. I was getting so excited I knew I would
shoot of anytime. I remembered that I always had a safety valve
nearby. I usually laid a knife on the floor close to the bed. I
slowly moved close to the side of the bed. But I ended up being
too close. Next thing I knew I had rolled off the bed and landed
on the floor on my back. It really didn't hurt; in fact it was
exciting in a weird way. Now all I had to do was try to get up
on my knees.
There wasn't too much room to move around between the bed
and the wall. But I had to find that knife. I finally managed to
get on my side and from there I somehow made it up on my knees
so I could at least try to feel around for the knife. The second
I made it up on my knees and sort of rested on my legs I could
feel myself start to have another orgasm. Boy was it a good one.
I felt like someone had poured a glass of water in my lap. It
was one of those kind that you never think will end. And I
really didn't want it to.
Of course it did end and I was back to trying to find the
knife. The last orgasm had drained my energy and any sexual
desire I had left, at least for the moment. I just couldn't find
that knife anywhere. I scooted myself around all over that floor
and couldn't find it. Maybe I had been in such a hurry I had
forgotten to get it from the kitchen. I had no idea what I was
going to do now. I was still tired from the last orgasm, I just
wanted to lie down and sleep. But I couldn't pull myself back up
on the bed.
I was still on my knees with my head resting on the floor,
ready to give up. My arms and legs were sore and my crotch was
still dripping wet. I couldn't even get my hands between my legs
far enough to unsnap the bodysuit so I could get some air to
help dry the tights. I still didn't know what time it was.
Trying to back out of the space between the wall and the bed I
felt something with my foot. First thing I thought was that I
had found the knife. I crawled back slowly so I could feel the
knife. But I felt all over and still couldn't find it; in
addition, I didn't have any idea where I had crawled.
There I felt it again. This time it felt like it was
following the seams of my tights on the sole of my foot. I
panicked. I tried to say something but with the pantyhose
wrapped around the hood everything came out garbled. "Don't get
excited, I should be the one excited seeing you like this," the
voice said. I knew that voice. That was Jack, my best friend, at
least in his mind. He was the only other person to see me in
tights and a bodysuit. He had walked in on me while I was
working out when I was still married. I told him I just wore the
tights for extra support.
He had never said anything about it since. He was silent
for awhile longer. I didn't move, of course
I couldn't move. Then I felt his finger tracing the seam on the
back of one of my legs. He moved his finger all the way up to
where the tights disappeared under my bodysuit.
I thought he'd pull his hand back when he felt how wet and
sticky my butt was. Instead he just kept his hand there as if he
was enjoying the situation. Any other time had that been a woman
doing that I would have had a raging erection going. But I
didn't. Although it did feel strangely erotic or maybe it was
just that I didn't know what was going to happen next. It didn't
take too long to find out, though.
I heard the sound of a zipper opening or closing and I
guessed that he was closing his. I could tell he was getting
undressed. I could here his clothes hitting the floor as he
dropped them. I was scared now; I had never done anything like
this before. I'm not saying that I had never thought about it
happening but not like this. Despite myself I could feel the
blood beginning to rush to my penis. However, what was worse is
that I could tell that his blood was rushing to his penis, also.
He stuck it between my legs. Even with the tights and bodysuit
on I could feel him rubbing in and out of my closed legs.
Then his hands found my butt. He rubbed the material of the
tights and bodysuit even though they were still sopping wet. His
mouth found the crack of my butt, as he seemed to be trying to
suck everything out of the material. I noticed that I was
straining at the crotch of my tights trying to get free. I guess
I surprised myself and actually liked this. His hand moved down
between my legs and lingered on the snaps of my bodysuit until I
could feel him unsnapping them one at a time. There were only
three snaps but it took him forever.
I could feel the cool air of the house rush into my tights
as the flaps of the bodysuit flew open. I could feel something
else; in addition, his mouth had again found my crack this time
with just the tights between his tongue and my skin. My penis
felt like it grew three inches after the bodysuit crotch was
opened. And another three when his hand reached between my legs
and began massaging my penis. What a position to be in, tied up
with my butt stuck up in the air and no way to stop him. I'm not
even sure if I would have stopped him.
His mouth found the head of my penis and he began sucking
and licking through the tights. That along with his hand giving
it a massage was all I could handle. Man or woman it made no
difference I was going to shoot my load in his mouth through the
tights, which I did. He never quit sucking until I quit shooting
all my sperm. Then he tried to suck more. He finally got up and
it sounded like he sat down on the bed. He was awfully quiet for
awhile. I was too, still being tied up and gagged. My arms and
legs hurt too much to move around so my butt was still sticking
up in the air. At least I still had the tights on. Not that they
made a difference, they still just felt good.
The bed squeaked again, and I knew he was up and walking
around. I felt a breeze against my butt and I knew he was up to
something. I was too tired to try to figure out what he was
going to do next or even care. Even though there was still
something stirring in me I guess because I still had the
bodysuit and tights on. I just wasn't sure if I had anything
left. I jumped; he had put his hands on my butt again. I felt
him grab the waistband of the tights and slowly pull them down
to my thighs. The cool air against my bare butt gave me a chill.
I knew what was coming next, no pun intended.
I was struggling against the ropes trying to get loose. However, I was
there to stay. My head was pushed down against the floor and the
gag along with the mask seemed like I was about to drown. I was
breathing hard and almost couldn't get enough air. That made him
move faster, thinking I was getting more excited. I felt his
finger against the outside of my butt hole. It didn't stay there
long though. Before I knew it he had his finger inside me. I
expected pain but there was none. I had never had anything up
there before except a doctor's finger and there was not much
pleasure in that. I didn't move. I didn't want him to think I
liked it.
I did like it though. At least it wasn't as bad as I read
about. My mind flashed back to when my ex-wife and I had sex
from the rear. She always said that she liked it but I never
believed her. Now I could see how she really might have enjoyed
it. Jack slowly moved his finger in and out of my butt hole.
Then faster and then I got that feeling back in my groin. I
could feel myself growing. A thought flashed through my mind
that I was gay and always had been. Maybe that's why I had liked
wearing tights and leotards all my life. I didn't have too much
time to think about it, Jack pushed another finger up my butt
along with the first. Now that hurt, but not for long really. I
just had to relax and the pain went away, slowly though.
His fingers were very slippery. I didn't know what he had
put on them. Maybe he used my own sperm he had rubbed off my
butt. I kind of liked that idea. My own sperm inside me. I had
started pushing back against his fingers. I didn't notice that
until he pulled his fingers out and I was still moving my butt.
If that was all that wasn't so bad, I thought. I knew deep down
that he wasn't through. I felt a lot of pressure against my butt
hole. He was trying to go slow but it didn't make any
difference. He was still hurting me. Then the tip of his penis
went in. Jack didn't give me a chance to get used to having him
inside me. With one thrust he was all the way inside me. I could
feel his sack up against my butt.
Then he let me get use to it. It felt very painful at first
but again, once I started relaxing it felt better. Boy he felt
big. So did I. My penis was so hard it must have been sticking
out a foot behind my butt because I still couldn't spread my
legs at all. I could feel him, every once in a while rub up
against my dick head. In and out, in and out, he started slowly
then worked up to a faster speed once I started meeting his
thrusts. Everytime he pushed in, my head would rub against the
carpet. I'm glad I had the hood on. At least it kept me from
getting carpet burn on my forehead.
I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. And I hoped he
wasn't either. Jack was breathing hard now. I was still hurting
on the inside but it was getting better and it wasn't stopping
me from trying to enjoy what he was doing to me. Just then he
thrust in as far as he could against my butt. I knew what that
meant. I had done it many times to my wife before. He stayed all
the way inside me and felt like he was trying to go further in.
Then I felt it. He was shooting off inside me. I could feel it
when he was all the way in, warm and sticky; no pressure I just
knew what was happening. The more he stroked the more he filled
me up with his sperm. My first time. I couldn't say it was great
but it certainly wasn't as bad as I had read.
Finally he finished. As he pulled out I could here the
slurping sound of his dick coming out of my butt hole. Then he
was out. I thought I could feel his sperm leaking out but I
wasn't sure. Just as he was pulling out it was my turn. I could
feel my sperm flowing up my penis and ready to shoot out. Jack
must have realized what was happening and quickly put his mouth
over the head of my penis and didn't lose a drop of my sperm. I
don't think he had to move his mouth I just kept shooting off
and I could here him swallowing. Neither of us stopped until I
was through.
My mind was still reeling from what had just happened not
to mention my butt was sore. I could live with that. I felt him
undoing the tape that was wrapped around the ropes. It wasn't
long before he had me untied. It took me longer before I was
able to move my arms and legs enough to turn over and sit down.
It was really a little disappointing to be untied. It was a hard
day and a great day at the same time. I just didn't know what I
would say to him. I was still embarrassed about him seeing me
dressed like I was. I unwrapped the pantyhose from around my
hood and slid the hood off of my sweaty head and face. I still
wouldn't look at him and he was quiet. I didn't know what to do
next so I pulled my tights back up and snapped the bodysuit
crotch back together.
Everything was still sopping wet plus with Jack's sperm
coming out of my butt hole slowly it wasn't going to dry anytime
soon. However, there again it felt good. What was wrong with me?
Was I just over sexed or had I finally realized I was gay. What
ever it was I was getting that feeling back in my groin after I
had put my tights back on.