SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 4…

“Well, looks like you guys have really gotten to know each other,” Linda asked with a quizzical smile, while sharing glances with both Danny and me.

“Yeah, we found out we have little in common,” Danny added. “…and he told me that he likes having little in common.”

“And is the feeling mutual?” Linda stared at my very red cock, then scowled and spoke to Danny in disappointment, saying to him, “Danny, looks like you may not have been a perfect gentleman and gracious host?”

Clearly, something was going on between them that I couldn’t figure out yet. I listened and kept glancing at each of them standing before me at the foot of the bed. I wriggled my arms and legs and felt the ropes and burn marks on my wrists and ankles.

“What’s going on? Why are you here?” I asked, quite confused.

Linda ignored the quandary and, in a whisper, said to Danny, “So sorry, I can see it’s a no, huh?”

“That obvious?” he whispered back quickly.

She continued with an answer to my question. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’m here to save you!” She playfully but seriously whacked Danny on the arm. “Did you do that?” She asked him, pointing at my fading but still very red hard-on.

“He told me he liked it.” He defended himself, arms crossed and staring directly at me. “Didn’t you?” He asked me pointedly.

“Untie me, please?” I asked. I didn’t know who to direct that to or what was going on; all I knew was that, being tied up, it was a two-on-one, odds-against-me scenario. I didn’t know what to expect next, and I was just lying there defenseless and beginning to feel very embarrassed in front of Linda, I mean, red dick and all.

“Chris, is that true? You agreed to this?” she asked with some concern.

“I just want to be untied now, please,” I repeated. My voice cracked a little, my nervousness and fear bubbling up.

“You untie him now!” She demanded with another swing at his arm, this time harder, practically pushing Danny off balance.

He knelt and released the ropes, which were somehow connected to a point under the foot of the bed. Then he took the bar and ropes from my legs off, and came to each side to slip off the loops around my wrists. I was sore from the position I had maintained for about an hour.  I stretched and then pulled my legs back to sit up in a squat with a pillow behind me and grabbed the other pillow to put over my lap, tenderly covering up my embarrassment.

“Thank you,” I said meekly.

“Where are your clothes?” she asked.

“I’ll get them. Should be dry by now,” Danny offered, then he left the room to grab them and bring them back to me. I quickly slipped on my pants and shirt.

It was a very curious and quiet scene. Both of them were standing there before me, and the sound of rain was still pouring outside.

“So…what is all this? How do you both really know each other!?” This time, my voice had firmed up, with a tinge of anger. “I think I deserve some answers?”

Danny looked at Linda and said, with a resigned expression, “Your call.” Then left the room, returning with his own shirt, retrieved from the kitchen chair, and, while buttoning it up and with the cutest smile, faced me and said: “Tell him everything, I’m starting to like him.” And with that declaration gave me a quick wink. Linda had crossed her arms and looked back at me.

“Go ahead, he’s game for sure, he passed that test anyway,” Danny continued. “You think I’m full of surprises…get ready for this.”

Just a word here about Linda. When I first joined the gym, she immediately revealed herself as a tough Asian woman, small in stature but large in passion and opinions. Getting to know her better and watching her run a multi-faceted business with a sweet smile and an iron hand continued to impress me even more. In my eyes, she is a woman deserving of respect, and I wanted to show her respect here today, given how she seemed to be defending me and pushing Danny around on my behalf.  But I had to admit something seemed off…what had they referred to with that whispered exchange? Why did Danny have to give her any kind of approval of me? Then the room started to turn upside down…

Linda started to unbutton her blouse. Revealing a black lace bra. She was quite flat-chested, and the bra seemed barely necessary. Then she put her thumbs into her skirt and began pulling them down over her slim hips.

As I had mentioned, I am gay, and women have never really been my thing ever since I was a boy. They just never turned me on. As far back as I could remember, I was always interested in boys, and as I got older, boys with smooth chests, then boys with smooth chests and muscles, and so on. I stared at her, puzzled and expectant. Danny stood near and leaned toward her with a smile. What was happening?

After the skirt and blouse were on the floor beside her, she reached behind her and undid the simple bra. As expected, she showed the softest impression of breasts with small dark nipples. I remember thinking she looked like a boy with such a figure. Then she dropped her panties, and it all made sense. She was a boy!

Well, a man, to be more precise. There before me was a little Asian woman with a little Asian cock, as small and as cute as I’ve ever seen…well, not as cute as Danny’s but a close second. The look on my face gave away my surprise to both of them. Danny continued to grin and slowly walked nearer to her. She stared at me with a blank stare. “Surprise!” She said ever so quietly, waiting for me to express some reaction beyond my open-eyed expression.

“Wow.  Yes, this is a day of surprises for sure,” I said, mesmerized.

Now Danny stood next to her and leaned down to touch her smallness.  He was so much taller than her. He tenderly reached down and held the small, soft shaft in his fingers, barely moving it, and slowly held it upward. It could have been only 1.5 inches, with some skin hanging off the head. It was a very dark color with a dark scrotum.  She was completely hairless. 

He looked over to me. “Pretty beautiful, huh?”

“Very,” was all I could say.

“Danny, give us a moment, please?” She nudged him with her elbow.  

Danny understood and said he would fix us something to eat, then left the room, closing a set of large pocket doors I hadn’t noticed before to offer us some privacy.

Then Linda pulled up her panties, remaining bare-chested, and came over to lie down next to where I was seated. “Would you like to know how we met?” she asked, knowing I would be all ears for this one.

I nodded, she began.

“It was in a nightclub in Amsterdam, a night where my friends and I were celebrating someone’s birthday, if I remember correctly. We were all pretty drunk. These friends and I share the same interests, if you know what I mean and we were on a vacation ‘away from the civilized world’ as we put it. We were mainly from Japan, some were acquaintances from past relationships, and we were a mix of five or six Asians looking for a good time. One of my friends saw Danny across the bar, kept looking at him, and soon bought him a drink. 

“He came over and was most cordial. This was about five years ago. He was just starting to work out seriously and looked young and pretty to all of us. So tall and blond. Well, we got him talking and drinking, and talking and drinking more and more. It got very late, and one of my crazy friends dragged us all up to her room. Well, we kept drinking, and one thing led to another, and one of them started taunting Danny to take off his clothes to show us his muscles. 

“He was very drunk, and young, and as we all know, stupid is the elder brother of young. So he started to get undressed. I don’t think he wanted sex per sé, but he was getting frisky from all his newfound twittering fans. Soon, one of the girls started touching his muscles, his arms, and his chest. He seemed to like that, so he stood there and started posing like a bodybuilder in front of all these twittering Asian girls. He hadn’t a clue as to what was really going on. 

“I stayed on the sidelines, maybe I was a bit too sober to get involved, but I watched as they continued to egg him on and tease him. At one point, someone pulled at his shorts and dragged them down to his knees.  Well, as drunk as he was, he didn’t seem to care. But the girls all started laughing at him when they saw him uncovered. 

“That’s when he kinda came out of his drunk mood and became angry. The drink came full to his head, and he started to get violent, he started pushing them around and knocking them down. He was no match for them; they were all small and acted like little girls. I stood up fast and got them all to leave. I stayed, brought him a robe, calmed him down, and asked him to stay on the couch to sleep. I convinced him that they were all stupid. The next morning, I found him on the couch, huddled up in a blanket, and in tears.”

“He was crying?” I asked.

“Yes, he remembered what happened, and the thought of himself losing control and hurting the girls just made him very sad. He told me he didn’t know what came over him. I know it had to do with the teasing they gave him. I wanted to explain to him that they weren’t really girls, but when I saw him so emotional, I … well, I wasn’t sure what to do and kept it all a secret for the time being.

“We agreed to stay in touch when we both got back home, you see I discovered that he was from the US, and I was planning to move here very soon, which I did soon after the trip. There was something that clicked between us after that crazy night. I felt a connection to him; I wasn’t sure what it was, but I felt a need to watch over him. I was the persistent one and made sure we reconnected when we were back in the states. Well, how all that came about is a story for another day, but one night we became intimate, and when he found out the truth about who I really was, well, it surprised me. 

“He was very ‘accepting’, is the only way to describe it. He opened up to me about himself and told me straight out how he had never felt comfortable with himself, and how he couldn’t believe how I was so confident in myself, living life the way I did. He explained that he came from a military family that kept moving all over the world when he was young, and that his parents got divorced when he was a teenager. He lived with various relatives for several years, then, after high school, he started working and living on his own on a small stipend from his grandfather. 

“After his grandfather died, he inherited a little bit of money and bought this old place. That was after I had opened the gym and asked him to work with me. He’s turning out to be a pretty good trainer.  Then, about three years ago, he helped me through a rough patch, using some of the inheritance money.  He is a good and generous soul at heart.  So now we are partners in more ways than one; he helps me with the business, and I try to help him stay on an even keel.  But he still holds out for that special someone.”

“Wow, that’s quite a journey,” I mused over all I had heard. “I don’t really know him that well yet, but I have seen that sensitive side of him. I kinda wish he wouldn’t hide it so often.”

“Well, he has his demons, for sure. One of them is how he deals with, well… you know, his size. He gets so obsessed with it, always looking to find someone smaller than him.”

“I know, he said that to me.” A thought struck me. “Is that what you two were whispering about when you came in? Was he hoping that I might be …the one?”

“You got it. I told him you might be, that’s why he decided to work with you, took some coaxing.” She said all this off-handedly, but it startled me.

“Wait a minute, how did you know about me? Are there cameras in the locker room I don’t know about?” I accused.

“Well, no, no cameras, but we have our spies.” She said with a curt smile.

“Whoa, that’s scary!” I said with a conspiratorial grin. “And I suppose you didn’t end that quest either?” I asked sheepishly.

“No, well, that’s something you and I have in common now, from what I could see, we can be bookends!” She giggled a small laugh. Then she reached over and caressed my pants and squeezed the small package underneath. It was something I wasn’t expecting, took me by surprise, and made me flinch.

“Sorry,” I said…

“I know, you’re like him, not into girls.” She said sarcastically. I was very confused and scowled at the accusation.

“It’s not that, it’s just that I can’t think of you like that. I mean, I…I don’t know.” I drifted off without knowing what I meant to say. She withdrew her hand and smiled at my disarray.

Just then, the doors slid open, and we were told that dinner was ready. Linda slipped her blouse and skirt back on, and then we all took our places at the small kitchen table and tucked into a big bowl of pasta with red sauce and some Garlic bread.  It was surprisingly good, given the surroundings and the chef’s unexpected skills.

“Thank you, Danny,” I said in true admiration. The conversation was all about the latest happenings at the gym and other small talk about local businesses, which Danny and Linda were well-versed in. I listened and played the story Linda had relayed to me in my head again and again—a night of surprises in so many ways.

When we were through, I helped clear the table and wash the dishes and cutlery while Linda and Danny spoke softly in the other room, behind partially closed doors. I had to wonder whether they were discussing me. As I was finishing wiping down the table and counters, they called for me. 

Yet another surprise awaited me. There on the bed was Danny laying spread eagle and bound by the very same ropes and leg bar that I had been fitted with earlier, along with the red mouth ball firmly in place. The cut-up polo shirt I had been given and which was stripped off of me was loosely draped over his crotch.

Linda spoke to me. “I told him this was the only way for him to apologize to you properly for what he had done to you…he is all yours. He asks that you please accept his apology more graciously than he treated you.” Then, in an aside whisper that he could clearly hear, he said: “But I leave that completely up to you!”

Then she left us alone. I heard the front door open and close, and the quick click of the lock assured us privacy.

The room had turned right-side up again.

To Be Continued…

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