Page 12 of Nearly Roadkill

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Scratch:::Hand drifting absently down to the top of your jeans::

Winc:::whimpering::

I tug on his jeans; he shivers. I rub his bulge through the jeans.

Winc:Oh

my

gosh

Scratch:::backing up, pulling off my shirt::

I turn him around, rubbing my breasts on his back. His back is warm, and a moan escapes, startling us both. He pushes his ass back against my crotch, as I wrap my arms around his belly.

Winc:::sighing::

Scratch:::sliding my hands down to your hips, pulling you against my crotch, pushing you hard, bending you over::

Winc:::lifting my hands above my head, against the wall::

::turning my head to face you… questioning::

I push him into the wall, crotch pressed against his ass.

“Questioning what, boy?”

He gasps, shakes his head. “What are you doing to me?”

“Gonna take you, boy, are you complaining?”

“No… not complaining, no.”

I pull away from him, lean against the wall next to him. And suddenly look at him, a grin on my face. I have my hands across my chest.

Winc:::breathing hard… looking in your eyes:: ::softly:: I want you… please.

Scratch:I know… stand up.

Winc:::standing up… shakily::

Scratch:::coming over to you, putting fingers on top of your jeans::

Winc:::cock throbbing in my jeans::

Scratch:::Pulling first button slowly, plup!:: ::watching cock::

Winc:Ahhhh. ::not moving… watching you closely::

Scratch:There, all free now? ::smirk:: Or do you need more buttons undone?

Winc:::head of my cock peeking out over undone top button::

Scratch:::pressing against you, feeling tip of cock on my belly::

Winc:M-m-more, I think.

His tentative desire makes me laugh. His arms go up around me, I grab his hair with one hand, buttons with the other. Plup, plup, plup, and he’s free. The odd thing is, while I’m typing that, he’s typing this:

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