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The sun was weakly shining through the beige curtains which Harry admitted were a very good buy. He was lying on the bed, his broad back leaning up against the sideboard and feet pushed up supporting the laptop resting on his thighs. Tousling his hair into a messy bunch of curls, just neat enough to be able to see through them, he continued searching through random web pages to pass the time before Louis got home from visiting his mum back in Doncaster. Admittedly it was very quiet and boring since Louis went three weeks ago; sure they'd have Skype wanking sessions, but nothing compared to having Louis' tight arse in his hands whilst he slammed the living day lights out of his arsehole. Harry sighed but when realizing Lou would be home in less than four hours a smile emerged onto his face as the image of fucking Louis flickered in his mind. 'Shit I'm hard!' Harry exclaimed amusingly to himself as he stared down at the emerging bulge in his sweatpants. 'Harry contain yourself, Lou will be home soon', he whispered quietly as he ignored the horny bastard his dick was and continued to search google for something to preoccupy him for a few hours.
'Google Search: how to make sex more amazing with your boyfriend who you haven't seen in weeks'
Harry was unsure that the sentence even made sense but clicked enter nevertheless and the search brought up 1,420,183 results in 0.34 seconds. 'Well that went well' Harry once again laughed to himself whilst scanning down the list for a suitable page.
After much deliberating he chose a yahoo answers page where a young woman was describing her (apparently) traumatic experience deciding how to make the sex, after her boyfriend had been away for a month, the best ever. There were 16 responses, ranging from plain ridiculous - 'get your mum involved.' to interesting - 'this is from past experience, men love bondage and shit like that, tie him up, gag him, anything like that and he will be hard as fuck! Enjoy beautiful :) xx' Harry continued to search through the responses but the latter mentioned stayed prominent in his mind as he imagined fragile little Louis tied up and gagged while being fucked. Immediately after this image Harry knew he HAD TO try this out with Louis; he'd love it, not to mention how even the thought of it made him so hard.
'Google Search: bondage tape'
Harry giggled to himself when the various sex-toy websites came up, and he decided Ann Summers was the safest bet, along with the fact it was top of the search results. He felt slight apprehension as his finger pressed the enter button and the familiar pink and black background came up - the last time Harry had been on this website was to look for anal balls he bought Louis for his 21st. The tape that appeared was white, about half an inch thick with apparently 'A perfect elasticity to play sex games with your partner'. And after pressing various buttons, Harry discovered the tape was in stock in his local Ann Summers - it was quite handy to have a sex shop less than five minutes away from their house, so he entered his credit card details and arranged to pick the tape up in two hours time.
After having a shower, actually blow drying his hair for the first time in months, and putting on Louis' favorite cologne on him, he decided he looked suitable enough for Louis who was coming home in less than two hours, so also presumed this was a satisfactory look to stroll down to Ann Summers with. He grabbed his Barbour coat and wrapped around a surprising soft, but a little gay looking scarf that was previously Louis' which Harry acquired and stepped out his flat making sure he had put his key in his pocket.
He walked swiftly with his head down to avoid the attention, although all the little screaming fan girls would be at school so he thought he would be safe for the short walk to Ann Summers. The wind was hard, messing up his hair that he spent, he even admits, too long on.
The sex shop was finally in sight after taking the back road way to the outskirts of town to avoid being noticed so he picked up pace until he was almost running in both nerves and excitement. The door was dark and immediately after he pushed it open, he was gasping for breath in the terribly quiet surroundings. Walking up to the counter, he was greeted by a friendly older woman, probably in her fifties or perhaps sixties, who thankfully didn't recognize him even after he read out who the order was for. Harry could feel his face redden as he stood waiting for the cashier to come back with his package as he was in view of the whole shop, praying no one would recognize him. His prays were rewarded as the older woman came back with the package, thankfully, in a plain white carrier bag. He thanked her as she told him to have 'fun' and a lovely day and he left back into the harsh November air and rushed home with the little white carrier bag in his left hand.
