Whatever you do, don't push the red button!

It’s that time again when I feel compelled to write some more about my journey through the world of kink, but unlike my last update exactly one week ago, this time I have the immense pleasure of being able to share my experiences with another tumblr blogger.

Last week I kept everything brief for fear of jinxing anything that may have happened this weekend, and I am glad I did just in case. For exactly one week I have been living on my own in Nottingham (with a slight indiscretion of having to travel back home for a concert Wednesday evening), and for that entire week I have been planning to meet somebody in my room at uni for some fun. I am glad to say that after one of the most stressful weeks of my life (see student services), I have had one of if not the single best weekends of my life as well.

Going to bed on Friday evening I struggled to get to sleep for the first time since moving in, the excitement was just too much for me. I eventually managed to doze off before awaking at 7:22, earlier than normal even for a weekday let alone a weekend. The cause of my excitement, the arrival of Phil at 10:00 and the fun that would follow. I had already made a list of things that needed to be done, and whilst two hours was more than long enough, I was panicking that I would not get it done. After showering, I did the usual and changed the sheets before taking all the crap out to the bins. I briefly spoke to Phil before he got in the car, but then I was left to myself so spoke to our mutual friend RubberSonic about how best to tease Phil when he arrived (and thus started the now running joke about a cactus that RubberSonic had managed to convince Phil that I was going to use on him, and opportunity I could not let slip to wind him up with).

Shortly after 10:00 I get a phone call from Phil as he is lost on campus and cannot find me. Once he eventually manages to navigate the two roads that there are, I give him a hand in with his gear from the car (well I carried a pillow, but it is the thought that counts) and into my room. I wasted no time in having a look at what he had got with him. A pair of MX boots, a pair of MX gloves, his full rubber catsuit, full body spandex for under leathers, a pair of compression shorts and a GP-5 Russian gas mask. Combined with my own collection of gear, I knew this was going to be a very fun weekend.

We had a quick snuggle on the bed after having a look through the gear as we were too early for the uni’s “brunch”, at which point after cuddling for a short while, Phil managed to get my first kiss out of me. MY GOD, WHAT A WAY TO HAVE MY FIRST KISS, my first weekend away from home with such an amazing boy! Needless to say from that part forward, kissing became a core part of the weekend. I did experiment to see if we could each wear one ankle cuff whilst outside as a bit of a joke, but it was not too be as they were too obvious.

We sneaked out for breakfast, trying to hide the gear as we snuck out of the door, turning the lights off before opening it just incase somebody walked past and looked in to see the variety of butt plugs and restraints lying on the floor (they’re still there now). After eating a very delicious breakfast (full english), I showed Phil around the campus just so he had an idea where he was. We headed back to the room and had some more snuggles, a quick play around on various websites and listened to some music.

Eventually it was time to begin the fun, and after a few quick changes of mind Phil got me into my surf suit and decided to tie me to the chair in my room. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, he quickly got a brief blowjob from me on my knees. Very soon I was immobile in the chair, wearing only my surf suit, Phil’s MX boots, a blindfold and homemade ball gag, secured firmly with red bondage rope. I did not take long for Phil to start to tease me, and the fact that I had been hard virtually all morning really helped him. Varying stroking patterns and occasionally trying my vibrating finger pads. Needless to say, with two weeks of horniness behind it, I was very soon ready to cum and Phil did not stop me. Somewhat shaking I managed to cover myself in a huge amount of cum (much in the same way I am covering myself with white sherbet as I write this, a gift from Phil).

Cleaning up, we got back onto the bed for more snuggles, but I thought it was about time I took my revenge on Phil, and he deserved a special thank-you for that amazing orgasm. Well, when I say special, I mean the tapping to which he had previously agreed to, which if successful would be anything but special. After around 30 mins of mixed tapping and static vibes from the finger pads, I decided from Phil’s moaning and complete lack of any excretion that this wasn’t going to work on him (I had also been warned by RubberSonic that he is difficult to make cum). I thought he had made up for his naughtiness on Monday, so decided to turn him over and give his shoulders a rest.

Now from this otherwise uneventful story about turning somebody over is where the title for this post originates from. The problem we had was caused by the same fact that enabled us to be playing in the first place, I have a room adapted for my disability. As part of these adaptations, aside from my room being considerably larger and having a double bed, it is also fitted with an emergency call system, that can be activated through a number of pull cords around the room or a red button near the bed. Upon activating this system, several alarms sound outside my room, in the hall office, and as far as I am aware in the main security office as well. Potentially, within seconds of activating it, a team of several people could come barging into my room.

At the beginning of the day I had told Phil this, and said that whatever happens, this button should not be pushed due to the aforementioned response. Second to a fire alarm, that going off was my biggest concern, but my sense of balance being what it is, whilst attempting to secure Phil’s right wrist to the bed, I fell backwards, landing on the button. Next thing I know all hell is breaking loose with lights flashing and alarms sounding. I immediately hit the silence and reset button next to it, but the alarm does not go off. I race over to the other side of the room where there is another reset button and punch that, after what was probably only around 5-10 seconds of alarm it stopped. I turned around just in time to see Phil freeing his remaining hand and his legs before attempting to jump into the bathroom out of the way.

We both then sat very nervously for a few minutes waiting to see if anyone would come, there was no way either of us could hide what we were up to if they did. After that, we were both hyper aware of the position of this button, and I for one WILL NOT be accidentally pushing it again. The sight of Phil attempting to dive into the bathroom in full gear is one that I will not forget anytime soon, and I only wish I was videoing the whole thing.

In this position his cock was far more exposed, enabling a whole host of different options to me, ranging from normal stroking to oral. After another 30 or so mins of light teasing he eventually blow. Now normally when I say blow I mean a release of cum with some force, but in Phil’s case blow is a more accurate description as some even made it as far as the pillow. Personally I was a little disappointed by my own edging ability here, as I did not intend for him to cum that easily, but with a load that size I sort of forgave myself.

After a monstrous cleanup job involving far too much toilet paper, I eventually released Phil from the full restraints and gas mask to enjoy some more cuddles. With us both being in rubber and covered in spunk, I thought it would be both a good and fun idea to take a shower, together. With some reluctance I managed to get (drag) Phil into the shower, and we both de-rubbered and washed each other before hanging our rubber up to dry.

Now being slightly pushed for time, we had one more quick snuggle on the bed, at which point Phil noticed my boner and started to stroke me again. Realising that two could play at that game, I gave him a quick race to see who would edge first (I won), before getting dressed into civvies again to go and get our food for the evening, Domino’s. After having a quick drink in a pub next door whilst the pizza was cooking, we headed back and ate it sitting together on the bed watching Rude Tube (the TV program) on my PC across the room. We somehow managed to almost finish off two medium sized pizzas and a side of hotdog twisted dough balls.

After finishing all the food we had available, we had more snuggles and watched TV for the evening, varying from Qi to (and I quote from iPlayer) “Dragons: Riders of Berk” to which I enjoyed a very nice view of Phil’s boxers (teasing him the whole time naturally). After watching enough TV for the evening, I was just about ready to snuggle up to sleep, and I think Phil was too. I shut down for the evening and we knocked the lights off before dozing off with me as the little spoon.

Obviously there is still a lot more to come on this story, but I feel that one day is more than enough for you in one post, how else am I going to get you coming back for more. I promise it will be up soon, but I cannot guarantee when. All I do know is that there will be some photos for you in the meantime. I leave you with one parting thought though as a cautionary tale. If there is even the remote possibility of a team of medics storming into your room at very short notice, make sure you know how to stop them and hide anything you might not want them to see before engaging in such activities.