Andy Handcuffs : The beggining

It was 8 AM when Andy woke up. He looked exhausted, probably due to the all-night-long sex that he had been doing with Adam. Andy was a tall 21 year-old man, brown hair and beautiful green eyes with the most defined six-pack in all Britain. Adam was a boyish 18 year-old boy, tall with blue eyes, blonde hair and a bubble-butt to die for. He didn’t know very much about Adam. Actually they just met the night before. But at least it had been a good fuck, that’s all it mattered. 

Andy got up, dressed himself and walked away, closing the door behind, never to see Adam again.

Andy was called, by all his friends, the “party-boy”, always up for a good fuck with anyone that crossed his way, never believing in love, leaving everyone behind without telling and always with his mind in one thing: finding a good ass to fuck!

He got out of the building and went to the little coffee shop across the street, hoping to get some good breakfast that would re-energize his will for sex. He went inside and sit himself on the only empty table on the back of the cafe. The waiter quickly noticed and walked toward him asking what he wanted. He ordered an orange juice and a toast, which didn’t take long to be delivered. As the waiter walked away Andy noticed his damn-good-ass and the craziest idea jumped out of his mind. Of course he couldn’t do it now, there were too many people in there. The idea kept stuck on his mind as he got out of the cafe decided to be back that night. As he walked down the street Andy checked his wallet for money for a cab, and then he noticed, there was something missing…something that he always used on his trousers left back pocket: his handcuffs.

“Damn…I gotta get back to Adams apartment.” – He said to himself as he turned back to the road leading to Adams.
He ringed the bell twice but nobody answered, but luckily a man got out of the building letting Andy walk right in. This was the time when another crazy idea crossed his thoughts: “Another one to fuck, I gotta pay more attention to my surroundings…”

He went up the elevator and knocked on Adams door. No answer. He knocked again and again till he heard someone’s voice inside saying: “Hold on James, I’ll open up in a minute, I gotta get dressed first you horny bastard.” It was Adams voice for sure, but who was James? A minute later the door opened and both Andy and Adam paralyzed looking at each other.
“Oh, it’s you…” – Adam said disappointed – “I thought you’d left…like you did to James…”
“Who’s James?” – Andy asked entering the living room
“The one you fucked Wednesday…20 year-old, built, brown hair and brown eyes? Don’t you ever remember who you fuck? Gosh…” – Adam answered.
“No, who cares. It’s just a fuck isn’t it?”
“Just as me, am I right? Say it. I was just a fuck as well! Damn, and I said I loved you...sick bastard…” – he said as he walked back to his room.
“Yeah, all right. I left something in here can I take it?
“Sure, and do me the favor to never pass on my front again if you don’t mind…”
“Oh c’mon, you like it didn’t you? You loved every minute of it. You felt an enormous pleasure every second that passed. Making love to a stranger…admit it!”

Adam stopped by the side of his bed as Andy continued:

“3AM, walking down the street with noting to do…turning the corner of the street you hit a stranger…you fall down…he picks you up and you start to chat a little…” – Andy said in a flash-back way. Adam had freezed. – “You get along well…you both go for a drink…at 4 AM you’re both drunk…you took him to your house…to your bed.” – Andy took his handcuffs from the bed-side-table and walked towards Adam, who let himself fall down on the bed – “…you lay down…” – Andy put himself on top of Adam – “…he starts kissing your neck, your mouth…” – Andy started to kiss Adam as he took Adams hands and handcuffed them to the top of the bed – “…he ripped off your shirt and you’ve gone wild…he went for your trousers…unbuttoned one button…then another…and a third…you’re driving in madness begging him to fuck you…”- Andy took Adams trousers off and crossed his arms so he could turn around letting Adams ass ready to be pounded. Adam was speechless – “…he reaches his pocket…pulls out a condom…undresses his trousers and boxers…and then…” – Softly and gently Andy thrusted his hard-as-rock dick into Adams hole. Gently he started to go further and further until he was completely inside Adam. 

He then slowly started to pound Adams ass. Adam moaned with pleasure. Andy had stopped talking. It was just too good. The feeling of completeness, the thrust, the movement, in and out in and out. Adam started moaning louder and louder as Andy speeded up the movement. Andy pounded Adams ass so fast it almost seemed painful but it was the most pleasurable moment in both their lives. Adam was stroking is dick as fast as he could and soon they had both cummed. Andy in Adams back and Adam in his hand. Andy licked Adams hand until there were no signs of sperm. For minutes they just stood there, embraced. Adam still handcuffed.

Knock knock knock. Someone knocked on the door.

“– Anyone home?” – 
“- Shit, it’s James” – Adam tried to get up but he was still handcuffed. – “Can you release me now, I shouldn’t have done this.”
“- Ha-ha, no way. I think I’m in the mood for a threesome now…” – Andy smiled has he got up and walked towards the door. He opened the door and James froze looking at him. Then Andy said:
“ – Wanna come in? We’re having a little 1 on 1 party but you can join us.” 

James went in and Mr. Andy “Handcuffs” closed the door.

To be continued...