Archive-name: Bondage/3playrm.mmm
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Archive-title: Three-way Play Room
Chip was waiting in the hotel lobby right on time. Since he had
been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he
was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late
one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night
with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today. Not
as young as I used to be, I guess. Nonetheless, the offer to
meet his friend in Georgetown sounded too good to miss – tired
or not. The friend, according to CHIP, was “in to leather”, and
had his own playroom in his house. Although I consider myself
to be fairly experienced, I had never gotten much into the
leather scene. Most of the leather types I had met in the past
had been nothing more than bank clerks dressed up in leather
jackets and playacting. A definite turn-off as far as I was
concerned. When Chip had described his friend to me the night
before, this one sounded different, so I was looking forward to
meeting the guy and – if things worked out – seeing what he had
to offer.
We got a taxi easily at the hotel, and headed for
Georgetown. Along the way, since neither of us had eaten
dinner, we stopped for two pizzas to take with us. We drove
along what appeared to be a major parkway for a while, and then
Chip had to give the driver directions through Georgetown to his
friend’s house. The house turned out to be a small, very
ordinary looking semidetached house along a very ordinary
looking street. I was a little disappointed. I do not know
what I had expected, but this didn’t look like it. We paid the
driver, the cab left, and we walked up the walk to the front
door and rang the bell.
Unlike the house itself, the guy who answered the door WAS
everything I had expected – and more. He was about 6′2″, a
little taller than me, and had the broadest shoulders I had ever
seen. Standing in the doorway of this little house made him
look even bigger than he was. He had short jet black hair and a
thin inch wide beard running along the edge of his jaw. The
beard and his rugged facial features made him look particularly
formidable. He was wearing a loose sweat shirt and tight, faded
jeans which outlined a nice looking piece of meat to the left of
his crotch. It seemed to extend half way to his knees. We
shook hands and he took our coats and threw them over a chair in
the living room. His name was Mark.
As we walked through the living and dining rooms toward
the kitchen in the back of the house, I was able to check Mark
out a bit. His neck was thick and muscular. His strong looking
back tapered from his wide shoulders down a tight, narrow waist
and a pair of great looking tight buns which tensed and relaxed
as he walked. His thighs looked well developed and stretched at
the thin material of his jeans so that it looked like they were
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