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Leather Blues                                       53

                  They had a good laugh at how fast he came. They untied
               him immediately. They pulled him to his feet. He was shiny
               wet. Cum and piss dripped from his hair to his shoulders. It
               ran down his belly. It wet the back of his legs. They wrapped
               the new black-leather jacket around him. They hugged him.
               Goosed him. Shook his hand. The black leather was their
               present on his baptism as one of them.
                  As far as Chuck knew, this was Denny’s initiation into
               leather sex. That jacket was the jacket to wear. He slipped
               his muscled arms into the leather and dropped to his knees
               over Denny. Den felt the hot hard ram of Chuck’s cock stab
               into his belly. Then Chuck stretched full length on top of
               Den. Their mixed sweat and the rich wet of Den’s blood
               dampened the leather. Its rich musk crazed them both. They
               pitched and rolled over one another. Den’s bound cock and
               balls grew tighter with each slap against Chuck’s free swing-
              ing package. Their bellies and chests slid across sheets of
              sweat. Chuck pulled an inhaler from his jacket pocket. He
              shoved the fresh-popped amyl up Den’s left nostril. His
              greasy thumb held closed the right. Den pulled heavy on
              the popper. He breathed three great gulps of it before Chuck
              pulled away the inhaler draining the rest himself. Den’s face
              reddened. He fell back on the bunk.
                  Chuck reared up when the amyl charge hit his brain.
              He fell in a fury of lust on Den’s body. He ground his cock
              into Den’s tied pouch. Both of them were spinning down
              long black corridors toward a pinpoint of purple light some-
              where behind their pituitaries. Den moaned. Chuck’s weight
              crushed the breath out of him. They thrashed together on
              the edge of orgasm. Minutes passed. They pulled back. They
              crashed into each other. The sweat ran between them rich
              and hot. Chuck pulled himself up over Den. His lips curled
              into a dark smile. Slowly and methodically, both of them
              wincing in the manpain, he tied the head of his cock tight
              to the base of Den’s. Their rods matched evenly enough that

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