Blindfold Mayhem-Part 2
"Wow, House! You got yourself in quite a pickle here."
"Tell me about it! Help untie my wrists."
Wilson just stood there gazing up and down House's bare body. His appetite began to grow as he longed to stick his member in House's dirty mouth. And by dirty mouth, Wilson meant the sarcastic words that always managed to slip through House's teeth.
The more Wilson thought about House's damp lips wrapped around his groin, the more he strained against his pants. He was becoming uncomfortable and his dick began to hurt as it pressed harder against the metal zipper of his pants. Wilson could no longer hide his growing arousal, so he stuck his hands in his pockets and pushed them forward to mask his manhood.
"Wilson, do you mind?" House couldn't see Wilson, and he was beginning to get a little scared, because all he could rely on were his ears and right now they were capturing the sounds of the shallow breaths of his best friend. "What are you doing?"
Wilson didn't answer. He was too busy trying to shake the dirty thoughts from his head, but the more he tried, the more intense they got. Wilson had always liked House more than a friend, but was afraid to try anything, because he wasn't sure if House would be receptive or not. However, seeing House lying helpless on the bed gave Wilson the courage to take action and fulfill his fantasy.
House was growing restless" Are you going to untie me or stand there and have an asthma attack?" Just then, House felt the mattress bend and his body dipping at the weight of Wilson by his side. "Thank you! Finally! You wouldn't believe what happened!"
Little did House know that Wilson did not intend to release him, he intended to have his way with him. As House lay there, waiting for Wilson to save him from this hell whole he now considered his bed, it shifted. All of a sudden, House felt a huge weight on his chest. He struggled to breath as the body pushed down on him. Wilson had managed to lift his naked body up and straddle across House's upper torso. House's eyes shot wide open under the blindfold. He mentally tried to tear it off with no avail. The only way House was going to get out of this was to talk his way out of it.
"Wilson, what are you doing, seriously?"
"Shh..."
"No, last time someone told me to..." House couldn't get the last words out, because Wilson had stopped him. He had taken his left index finger, pressed it on House's upper lip and brought it down until it connected to his lower lip.
"If you don't move your finger, I'll bite it off!"
"No, you won't, because I'll blackmail you."
"How?"
"I got pictures." Oh God! First Cameron now Wilson House thought to himself. Wait a minute!
"You don't have pictures. You don't even have a camera."
"It's called a cell phone, House."
However, Wilson really didn't have a picture, he just wanted House to think he did, so he would do anything Wilson asked. "Now you're going to go along with this or everybody at the hospital is going to receive a little surprise in their emails tomorrow."
House couldn't object. Hell he was tied down and unable to free himself to stop Wilson. If he was going to go through with anything he needed Wilson to promise that he would untie him after.
"I'll do whatever you want if you promise me you'll untie me when we're done."
"I promise."
With that, Wilson lifted his bottom up a little with his knees and grabbed his pulsating length with his left hand, guiding it across House's flushed cheeks. He traced it against his scruff, teasing the tiny little hairs, making them stand erect. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. In fact, the tip of House's facial hair brought an undescribable pleasure to Wilson's cock. His sensitive skin began to tingle at the touch of House's skin against his. His nerve endings sent sparks to the pleasure center of his brain. House was becoming Wilson's aphrodisiac.
House surprised himself with the enjoyment he felt as Wilson stroked him. It was like nothing he ever experienced before. Pure bliss, something he hadn't even experienced with some of the most beautiful women he slept with. The pressure in House's manhood began to increase and only grew harder when Wilson shoved his beating cock into House's saliva lined mouth. Wilson grabbed ahold of the mahogany head board with both hands and pushed his dick deeper into his mouth. House's slippery wet tongue sent shivers down Wilson's spine as it glided across the veins of his penis. Wilson was so caught up in the moment, that he thrusted in too deep, hitting the back of House's throat causing a gag reflex. This only aroused Wilson even more.
As soon as it began, it ended. With one long hard movement forward, wave after wave of pleasure tumbled through Wilson's body. He began to shake on House's chest as his penis released its white creamy substance into House's mouth. House swallowed with satisfaction, but his lower body ached with pain. It felt like his dick was going to burst. Wilson had had his release, but what about House?
Wilson sensed the tension of House's body and knew he expected something in return. Laying face down on his chest, Wilson began to slide up and down, squeezing House's arousal between them. The feel of their skin grazing his cock sent House into utter delight. The tip of his head spewed his man juices onto their torsos. The sticky slippery substance only made it easier for them to glide against one another.
Wilson collasped on top of House and waited until his heartrate returned to normal. He leaned over and took House's mouth into his, sucking on his lower lip. House slipped his tongue in between Wilson's slightly parted lips and into his mouth. He darted it in and out, sliding it across his smooth teeth. They had only been kissing for about 5 secs. when Wilson pulled his head back and lifted himself off of the bed. He walked over to the night stand and grabbed a tissue to wipe his chest off.
"Wilson, that was like nothing I have ever experienced before."
"Tell me about it. I have been wanting to do that for so long."
"Well, how about you untie me and we can really get into it?"
"No. I got to get back to the hospital, dying patients."
"Okay, but you're still going to untie me right?"
"No."
"You promised!"
"Everybody lies."
House could heard Wilson zipping his pants up and his face grew with anger. "Come back here! Wilson!" Too late, House's voice was deflected by a closed bedroom door. Stacy had left him. Cameron had left him. And now Wilson had left him. How am I ever going to get out of this? Thank god it's over!
"House!" Two girlish voices yelled in unison. Maybe I spoke too soon...