Magic Trick

"Billy! Telephone!" Mom called.

"Thanks, Ma!" I called back as I raced downstairs. School was out, summer was well-started, things were getting dull around the house, anything new was worth running for!

I took the phone from Ma's hand and said into the receiver. "Hello?"

"Bill!" came the shout.

"Roger!" I shouted back.

"Come on over!"

"Sure!" I said. "What's up?"

"Got my handcuffs!"

"All right!" I shouted. "Bye!"

"Bye!"

"I gotta to over to Roger's!" I shouted to Ma.

"I'm right here!" Ma reminded me, less than five feet away. When you're ten years old and excited, you can lose control of your voice volume without even meaning to.

"Sorry, Ma." I said in a normal tone. "Can I go?"

"Why not? You live over there as it is." Ma sighed. "Go! I could use the peace and quiet. Have fun. Call me if you end up spending the night there again, okay? Don't make me call and ask Mrs. Whitmont where you are!"

"Sure thing, Ma!" I said and ran out the door. I had started moving at "Why not?" Ma had had to shout out the last sentence.

Roger's house was three blocks down the street, I ran under trees down a clean sidewalk. Here and there were people watering their lawn, sunning themselves, trying to stay cool, getting ready to go to the beach. Summer in the suburbs.

I went into Roger's house without knocking, his mother knew me well enough. She looked up from her sewing as I went by and waved, smiled and went back to sewing.

Roger was upstairs in his room. The box from Magic Unlimited was sitting on his bed.

"You got handcuffs?" I asked him, seeing the size of the box. Big enough for a dozen pair of handcuffs.

"The entire set of the handcuffs of Houdini." Roger said. "Grandma gave me a hundred dollar bill for my birthday. Just enough to let me buy the set." Roger's smile was the carefree, happy grin of a kid with a new toy. His black hair framed his pale skin, with his dark eyes, it was like looking at a black-and-white image of a person instead of in color. Or maybe, given how regular and straight his nose was, the perfect arc of the eyebrows, the shiny white of his teeth, maybe it was more like a silhouette from the neck up. Below that, a riotously red t-shirt above cream-colored slacks was a sharp scream of color against which his pale body glowed like a diamond on velvet.

"Wow." I said, maybe not as impressed as I should be. Roger and I were both working at magic as a hobby, but he was into it a lot more than I was.

"I got to try these out." Roger said.

"Okay." I said, still not seeing it. "So why did you need me?" Usually, Roger would practice his tricks, at least some, before bringing me into it, the first member of his audience for a new trick. So Roger needed my help to use the handcuffs, apparently. But why?

"To handcuff me to the chair." Roger said.

That explained the kitchen chair in his room. "Okay." I said. "So now what?"

"I sit in the chair." Roger said.

Roger sat and put his hands behind his back.

"Now you put the handcuffs on me." he went on.

"Which ones?" I asked.

"The ones with the number six on the cuffs." Roger said.

I looked through the cuffs. "I don't see...oh, here it is!" I said, pulling out the cuffs with the "6" on them. It had been engraved onto the cuffs, you could miss it if the light didn't hit it right.

"Put them on me. Be sure you thread them through the back of the chair first." Roger instructed. He leaned forward while I slid one of the cuffs into the back of the chair, and caught it on the rung underneath. Then I fastened one cuff to one of his hands and the other to the other.

"Be sure you click it down nice and tight." Roger cautioned me.

"Don't worry, I will." I said. "Why are you starting on set number six?"

"Because the first five are for babies." Roger said scornfully. "Any doofus can make them open. The cuffs are rated according to their degree of difficulty. I can handle number six."

"Okay." I said. "You're the magician here."

"So click them tighter." Roger said.

I did and stepped back, walked around to face him. "Do you want me to cover you up or anything?" I asked him.

"No need." Roger said. "I'll be free here in less than ten seconds."

"Okay." I said. "Shall I count?"

Roger was already struggling. "Don't...bother." he grunted. "Only another...couple of seconds."

"Okay." I said. Watched him keep trying for a full minute. Then two. Then three. "Uh, do you need any help?"

"Uh...uh...yeah." Roger said reluctantly. "Darned cuffs aren't coming open like they're supposed to. They must be broken."

"Oh." I said, paused. "So now what?"

"Dig the keys out of the box." Roger said.

"Oh! Right!" I went to the box. "Here are the keys." They had small white circles pasted on the key's head, all on a master set of keychains. I found the key labeled "6" (easy enough, they were in numerical order on the chain) and brought it over to Roger.

"Unlock them, already." Roger said. "I'm going to so call up Magic Unlimited and complain. They shouldn't sell me a bad set of cuffs like this...."

"Roger?" I said.

"What?"

"The key doesn't fit in the lock." I said. I couldn't even get the key into the lock, the key was for a circular lock, the handcuffs had the crooked-line hole you're used to seeing in locks of any kind. Not exactly, but if you see what I mean, no way this key went with this lock.

"Doesn't fit. Are you sure you're putting it in right?" Roger

I explained the impossibility of this key working.

"Jesus!" Roger exclaimed when it was done. "What about the other keys?"

"This is the key marked number six." I showed him the white tag on the key. "They gave you the wrong key somehow."

"God, I'm so going to call up Magic Unlimited and gripe!" Roger moaned.

"I'll go get your mother." I said.

But Mrs. Whitmont wasn't downstairs. I didn't see her anywhere. I looked all over and saw that her car was gone from the garage, went back upstairs. "I guess your mom went to the store for a while." I said to the still-bound Roger.

"Jesus, now what?" Roger groaned.

"I guess we wait until she gets back." I said. "She's your mom, she wouldn't take off for more than a little while without getting you a babysitter, would she?"

"No." Roger admitted. His mother had done this from time to time. It was always a short trip, she'd be back within the hour.

"So, we sit and wait for her to get back." I said. "She'll know what to do. Make yourself comfortable while we wait."

"Har, har, har!" was Roger's opinion of my attempt at witticism.

"What, you want to play a game of cards or something instead?" I cocked my head to one side and grinned.

"Very funny." Roger grumped.

"Hey, it was your idea to start on the number six cuffs." I pointed out. "You said you could handle it."

"If they worked right, I could have."

"So what do you want to do?" I asked him.

"What can I do?" Roger was exasperated at me.

"I want to do something." I said. "I'm bored." The summer days were beginning to hang a bit heavy on my hands.

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm all tied up here!" Roger said. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Nothing, I guess." I said and I looked at Roger. "You can't do anything, can you?"

"No." Roger said.

I looked at him again. "Yeah, you can't do anything. So I know something I can do."

"What?"

I got down onto my knees and caught Roger right at his crotch, felt his wiener and balls down there. No underwear! "I can do this."

Roger gasped, and his eyes bulged out at my hand down at the junction of his legs. "Are you nuts?"

"No, the nuts are here." I grabbed his family jewels and gave them a gentle squeeze."

"Are you seriously going to play with my dick while I'm stuck here?" Roger asked me.

"Why not?" I said. "Your mom won't be back for a while."

"What if I don't want you to play with my dick?" Roger asked me while I worked at getting his zipper undone. It was tough, sliding it down with him sitting upright like he was.

"I'll do it anyway." I assured him. "You can't stop me. Raise up, I can't get you unzipped.

Roger obediently lifted his body upwards and I got his zipper down and his pants unbuttoned. When I'd done that, and his dick was bare to the outside, Roger sat back down, though he scooted down a bit on the chair. "You're crazy." he told me.

"You're the one who wanted to be handcuffed to the chair." I said to him. "Your own fault you're stuck."

Roger's cock was all nice and hard, a stiff little pud that jutted up from his lap. I began to work his jigger with my fingers, the hot shaft feeling so nice and slick under my fingertips.

"If my mother catches us, you're going to be in so much trouble." Roger gasped. "She's going to be so mad at you."

"She'll have to catch me first." I said to him. "Until she does, I'm going to play with your wienie. Just try to stop me if you can!"

"Ooh, oh, oh!" Roger gasped. "Oh, Bill, that feels so good, oh, oh, oh-oh-OH-OH-OH!"

Roger groaned and raised his hips and then went back down again. "Okay, now, stop it, Bill." He had asked me to stop playing with his dick when we were in bed together and I had always stopped, same as he always stopped for me. Not this time, I kept right on pumping him.

Roger's eyes got wide and he began to groan, really groan as I kept working him. "No, Bill, stop now, you got to stop, you, oh, oh, OH-GUH-AH-AH-HANH! AN-HANNH! AN-HANNH!" He didn't just rise up, he was writhing under my flailing fingers, he was gyrating and his hips thrust upwards like he was trying to hunch into my hand even deeper.

He sagged back after a time, gasping for breath hard, and his wiener, which had never gone all soft for me before, turned into a bit of wet mush in my fingers. So I let go of it and asked him, "Did you like that?"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Roger was panting heavily, his eyes looked dazed and he was almost limp in the chair.

"Did you like that?" I asked him again when he finally stopped panting so hard and his eyes began to focus again.

"Oh, yeah!' Roger sighed. "That was like nothing I'd ever felt before! Jeez! You didn't stop and my peter just went all wild! Oh, man!"

"That was fun!" I said. "You went all crazy on me, moaning like that!"

"That was so good!" Roger breathed. "I want you to do that again for me, the next time, okay?"

"Sure." I said. "Only...now what are we going to do until your mother gets back."

Roger was quiet for a time. "I know what we can do."

"What?"

"I could do you."

"You can't." I pointed out. "Your hands are behind your back."

"There's another way." Roger said.

"What?" I said. "Going to use a magic trick?"

"Yeah, a magic trick." Roger said. "You want to see it?"

"You're going to work my dick with your hands fastened behind your back?" I said. "This trick, I got to see!"

"Okay, first, you take your pants down for me." Roger said.

"All right." I unzipped my pants and slid them down my thighs. "Now what?"

"Now get over here straddle of me. Just stick your dick right at my face, close as you can."

"What are you going to do, slap it with your nose?" I wanted to know as I did as he asked me to.

"No." Roger said. "I'm going to do this." And he put his mouth over my dick and I felt the warm moisture engulf me and I groaned as loud as Roger had.

"Ooh, that feels really weird!" I gasped as Roger began to move his lips back and forth over my dick. "You're jacking me off with your mouth!"

"Yeah, it's called sucking." Roger said as he let go briefly.

"Ooh, do it some more." I pushed Roger's head back onto my cock, and he began to suck on me again. It didn't feel that much like he was sucking, more like he was holding onto my dick and working his mouth on it that way. Like I'd said, jacking me off with his lips.

I held onto his head and helped him work his head back and forth, and I threw my head back and moaned at the ceiling, almost howling like a wolf. It just felt so darned good!

"Oh, oh, I'm almost done, I'm almost done!" I grunted. "Oh-oh-oh, oh, OH, OH!" And my little climax was done. "Okay, I'm done." I squeezed out.

But Roger kept moving and I remembered. Okay, he kept doing it, my wiener protested, then it sort of...ignited. Like a firecracker going off, sort of, but this was an explosion in my head, I was feeling ten times better than the tingle of my wiener had before, and I was acting like Roger had done, my feeling good was making me hunch at him and moan loudly and then it was like I was wrung completely out and my knees were weak and I sort of sat down on Roger's lap. His face was only a little ways below me like that, and I reached down in that dazed state when my brain was still trying to sort through all these new, really wonderful feelings, and I kissed Roger and his lips were still all wet from his sucking on my peter and they tasted a little weird but still, it was good, real good.

"Oh, that was nice." I said to him. "When we go to bed, I want to do it to you, too, okay?"

"Sure." Roger said. "I'd only seen it once on a video. It must feel really good."

"It does." I assured him.

"What was that?" Roger asked.

"What?" I asked and then I heard it too. "Your mom's back!"

"Oh, God!" Roger was panicked. "Get your clothes back up. And get mine up, too!"

We fumbled and got ourselves decent while his mother was still busy downstairs. As she always did when she left like that, she came up to check on us, and we were decent, me sitting on the bed.

"What's going on here?" she said. Then she saw Roger. "Roger, what are you doing, is this some magic trick of yours?"

"Yeah, only it's not working." Roger complained. "I'm stuck, Mom. Really stuck."

"They gave us the wrong key." I said. "This is key number six, and it's the wrong key."

"Number six?" Roger's mom was used to his tricks, anyway, she wasn't too shocked to see her son handcuffed to the chair. "Let me see those cuffs."

"They got the number on them." I pointed out.

"I see it." his mother said. "Is that a six or a nine?"

"A six." I said. Then I thought about that. "Isn't it?"

"Do you have a key number nine?"

"Sure." I said. I got the keys out of the box. "Here's key number nine."

It fit the lock easily, and unlocked the cuffs in a hurry.

"Now, you boys be good and we'll have dinner in another hour or so, okay?" Roger's mom went back downstairs.

"Number nine?" Roger looked at me. "Number nine?"

"Hey, it was a simple mistake." I said. "Six and nine, on a pair of handcuffs. How are you supposed to tell them apart?"

"I was stuck in a chair for a half hour for that?"

"Hey, it was your idea to start with number six in the first place." I said. "If you'd started with number five, I could have figured it out or something." Then I dimpled. "Besides, we had fun while we waited, didn't we?"

Roger looked at me, and then he relaxed. "Yeah. We had fun."

"You want to try some more of those cuffs?" I asked him. "Maybe the real number six cuffs?"

"Not right now." Roger said.

"Then what do you want to do for the next hour?" I asked him. I followed Roger's eyes over to the bed. "Oh."

"You want to?"

"I want to!" I said and we both jumped into bed. Summer still had a long ways to go, but I figured we would both be pretty busy from now on!

THE END

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