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.