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Leather Blues                                       55

               They made animal sounds. Their cocks stretched and pulled
               at each other. The mutual torture was exquisite. Then almost
               at the same moment each man’s load started its run down
               from his pituitary, along his spine, to the bloodwild cocks.
               When the hot streams of seed reached the tied organs, they
               stopped, surprised by the channels bound shut with leather
               strips. Each man’s rod convulsed in dry orgasm. Both felt
               the intense pleasure of sensual pain as their choked organs
               pulled together and the hot wet lustseed backed up into their
               bellies, turned back in its hot wake, back to the tied cocks,
               burning to escape. Whirlpools of cum crashed at the base of
               their bodies. The wild spasms of their dry cuming together
               lasted on beyond the longest time either had ever cum wet
               before. Finally they came to rest on one another. The fury
               of their pleasure spent. Chuck knocked the dead poppers to
               the floor. For long minutes they lay panting chest to chest.
                  When their breathing steadied, Chuck’s dried voice
               rasped into Denny’s ear. “You okay?”
                  “Yeah.”
                  “Good,” Chuck said. “You got a treat coming yet.”
               Chuck sat up. The new distribution of his weight caused
               Den to moan. “Easy,” he said. He pulled a mashed pair of
               black-leather gloves from another pocket. He balled them
               both up and shoved one into Den’s mouth. “Hold on, man,”
               he said. “One final number.”
                  Den opened his eyes quick enough to see Chuck shove
               the other glove into his own mouth. Then with gritted
               determination, Chuck yanked open the slip knot of raw-
              hide. Faster and faster he unraveled the bound cocks. Den
              bit hard into the greasy glove. Both felt excruciating pain as
              warm feeling flowed into their hard-frozen cocks. They were
              enduring. The backed-up rivers of seed swirled once, then
              flowed fast, milkwhite, shooting down their seminal vesicles,
              gorging out their flushed cocks. Again and again they bellied
              into each other. Hard cocks met smooth muscled skin. They

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