By Cutieboy90
It was the Pride dance and karaoke night at my favorite bar, and I had just ordered my second drink. I was standing by the dance floor, when a cute twink was pushed into me. Luckily for my suit, both of our drinks ended up splashing on him. We immediately fell in love, even before the apologies began. He said his name was Ben. He was a punk, rather slim, wearing mostly dark clothes, spiky dog collar, and sporting a faux-hawk. Not my usual kind of guy, but there are always exceptions. He liked my clean-cut look, my buff chest and arms, and how I was about three inches taller. He fit in my arms perfectly, like a puzzle piece. We’ve been dating since. He had once mentioned that he had never been tied up. I had casually responded that I would have to change that. He laughed, and said “Maybe.”
Well, we’d been dating for two months, he still hadn’t been tied up, and we still hadn’t had sex. So I decided to plan the first time for both.
