I took a deep breath and decided to check out the store. I knew what an adult bookstore was but never thought about going to one. I approached the blacked-out glass door, shaking as I pulled the handle and entered.
Reluctantly, I followed him into the outbuilding. It would be better to discuss this with him behind closed doors so that there is no way for Claire to hear any of it. As soon as the door was closed, Jamie turned to me and tried to pull me into a hug. I placed my hands between us and held him back.
Jamie laced his fingers with mine. “You can talk to me, you know,” he said. I wanted to talk, but I wasn’t sure where to begin. “Listen, anything you want to say is ok,” Jamie said, his voice very gentle. His hand felt good and gave me the confidence to talk to him. “What happens when we get home?
When we finished the pizza, he picked up the box, placed it in the trash, brought a beer back for each of us, and sat beside me on the sofa. He was so close to me that his leg pressed against mine. I felt my dick getting hard, and it began to snake down my pants.
I walked slowly toward the boy and stood next to Jamie. Jamie placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and began to push the boy to his knees. The leather jacket crackled as he moved.
I dipped my head under the warm water as it flowed over my shoulders and down my body. I picked up the soap and began to run it down my abs, over my pubes, and around my cock and balls.
I thought about that night, returning to the house, and then my wet dream thinking about fucking Jamie’s mouth. “After that, I returned to the house and was really angry. Claire was sleeping, so I grabbed a blanket and slept on the sofa.
Jamie propped himself up on one of his massive arms and wiped cum from his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at me coated in his cum and began to draw circles on my abs, running his finger through the cold seamen.
I stuffed my spent dick back in my pants, purposely not making eye contact with Jamie. I wanted to get out of this hell hole of a man cave. Horror, fear, and regret all flooded my mind as I moved quickly past him, and out of the secret door into the office and out into the yard.
Jameson was at least 6’3 easily a head taller than me. His hair was dark brown. He had a full thick beard in the same dark color. The hair trailed down his neck, onto the top part of his chest which was exposed by a form-fitting tank top.
I buried my head in the shearling collar of the boy’s coat, feeling the warmth of the material and the smell of the leather. When the pee stopped flowing, I began to slowly stroke the boy’s hard cock. I felt the boy press his body into mine as my fingers caressed the shaft of his dick.
The thing that made my dick jump in my wool trousers was the B-3 leather bomber he wore. It was the one that military pilots wore to keep themselves warm in the coldest cockpits. The boy’s was a dark brown mid-length with a shearling lining and shearling at the collar and sleeves. As he settled into his seat, I heard the crackle of the leather and then the strong amazing smell of leather that immediately filled my nose. Precum dripped inside ...
I woke up alone. The room was dark, and I could hear the howling wind buffeting the window. I blinked my eyes open feeling a bit tired and sore. Scotty had somehow removed his arm from under me and quietly left the dorm room without waking me. I stretched and slowly pushed my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. I was naked and cum had dried and crusted on my body.
Scotty took a seat on the desk chair in front of me and grabbed one of my feet then brought it up to his lap and began to gently rub it, running the warm leather glove gently over my cold skin.
Russ reached for my bottle of beer and placed it on the side table, then reached for my hand and placed it on his leg. “Relax,” Russ said softly. I nervously moved my hand along his leg feeling the firm muscle.
Brad moved his fingers slowly over my ass, down into the crack, then they touched my hole. A shock went through my body as his finger circled it, then slowly began to probe the opening. I let out a soft moan against his chest as his finger slipped deeper inside me.
Brad’s breathing gently slowed, and I began to extract myself from the sleeping mass of muscle. My body was coated with quick-drying, crusty cum as I walked to the bathroom to shower off the mess. I ran to soap over the patches of cum, allowing it to wash down the drain.
I laid the phone back down and tried to focus on the class. Since I hadn’t had time to shower after my encounter with Scotty, I realized I could still smell his leather on me. As I slowly breathed it in, I felt my heartbeat start to quicken and my dick began to get hard in my pants. I placed my book on my lap to conceal the large lump which was rapidly growing down my leg.
Brad reached for it, and I jerked my body back. “It’s cool man just thought you needed some help,” Brad said, moving his hand to my boner. Brad began to roughly rub it through the thin cotton material as my dick hardened fully.
Later that morning I got a text from Brad: “Want to give it a try tonight?” Brad texted. The message was totally out of the blue and I had to stop to think about what he was talking about.
I was excited about the idea of blowing Brad again, but I wasn’t sure about getting sucked. It didn’t feel that great to me. It wasn’t terrible either, but manipulating his big dick to the point where I was able to get him to shoot his load seemed to excite me more than anything.
It was my freshman year of college and my first time away from home. I was assigned to a room with Brad, a sophomore on a football scholarship. When Brad wasn’t drunk, he was a super nice guy. He took me under his wing and showed me around the campus.
I tossed and turned all night as guilt racked my brain trying to figure out what I was going to say to Declan. I felt terrible. I felt like I exploited him. Then my thoughts turned to fear; what if he said something to the Deacon or the other novitiates?
I will be your guide while you are with us.” I said extending my hand. Declan was about my height with red hair and green eyes. He had freckles across his nose and cheeks. Declan had a look of a man, but there was an innocence about him at the same time.
I moved into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. Dry patches of cum clung to and matted my pubes as I assessed myself in the mirror. I had a hard time looking myself in the eyes as the guilt washed over me.
My recent divorce from my wife of 11 years left me feeling confused about life in general. I packed up my stuff, moved to a new town with a new job, and decided it was time to work on myself for a change. I watched the Beast intently as he moved through the gym. Sweat coated his body and soaked through the t-shirt as he moved. Several times, I felt like he was looking back at me, and I tried to
I sat on the bench in the locker room as sweat coated my body and made my jersey stick to my skin. For a moment I was too exhausted to even take my gear off and hit the shower. I kept going over it in my head; what had we done wrong to piss the Coach off?
As I followed him to the exam room, I couldn’t help but notice how the Khakis seemed to hug his firm ass. Erick opened the door to exam room 2 and I stepped in. Erick followed me in and closed the door.