Gay Sex Story: Tied
Sunday, September 30th, 2007It was an absolutely gorgeous late summer morning, warm without being hot, with low humidity. I could hear the birds singing, the sun was shining, and all seemed right with the world. It was also, although I didn’t know it, the first day of the new school year. Whistling a tune, I strolled out of my apartment over to where my car was parked. Then I heard the voice that would bring so much joy into my life.
“Please, please can you help us? Oh, thank God I found you!” A good-looking, if harried woman in her mid to late thirties exclaimed to me.
“What’s wrong? Is the building on fire? Someone have a heart attack?” I asked her, thinking the worst and seeing the lovely morning ruined for me (not to mention whoever was having the heart attack).
“No, I need help tying my son’s tie. I can’t seem to get it right and he doesn’t know how.”
I peered behind her to find an adorable little boy standing there with a resigned expression on his face. He had dark hair in a bowl cut, pale blue eyes, and a tanned slim body. He was wearing a school blazer, white shirt, short pants, and had an untied necktie around his neck. I think I fell in love with him in that instant. He looked to be about 10 or 11 years old.




