Hellbound in Leather

Excerpt

The youth retreated to the bedroom. Walt stood embarrassed in the living room until Blackie urged him to go in with Ronnie.

The man entered the darkened interior.

“I’m sorry,” Walt whispered, apologetically, as though it was his fault.

“That’s all right …” Ronnie was dismayed. “Blackie is really a wonderful person—honest!” He added the last as though he was trying to convince himself, also.

Ronnie was anxious to get this over with as quickly as possible—yet he knew he had to give the man full measure for his money. He stood in the dimly lit room, before the man; he motioned him over to the bed. The man quickly removed his clothing. He hung his trousers on the chair near the door; he lay back in his shorts. Ronnie reached over and felt the bulge; he played with it, fondling it until he realized the reaction was working; he felt the organ as it swelled. He tugged at the man’s shorts and removed them; the man’s legs were covered with a generous amount of hair. He felt the hard-on; it was enormous. He playfully worked it up and down as he heard the man moan. “Kiss me … Kiss me … ,”the man whispered. Ronnie leaned over and tickled the man gently with his tongue. Teasingly he moved his mouth down, down, kissing as he went. He parted his lips, then closed them tightly over the firmness; then worked his head vigorously as the man moved his hips enthusiastically.

Ronnie now had hold of the man’s hips as he worked his head up and down; Walt was panting with delight. “More, more!” the man pleaded. Ronnie was eager to please the client; he moved down on the bed and grasped the man more firmly, working his tongue and lips erotically. The man was moaning excitedly. Ronnie ran his warm tongue over the insides of his legs, at the same time arousing the man even further with delicate tracings of his soft hands. Ronnie himself was becoming excited now, as he sought feverishly to find still other ways of giving the man pleasure.

Walt was moaning loudly now.

Ronnie heard Blackie silently open the door; he heard the trousers slide from the chair.

“Kiss me all over … ,” the man was whispering, furiously now.

Ronnie cooperated: he opened his mouth; his tongue slid down the hairy surface of the legs, brushed ankles and insteps softly, and nibbled at the quivering toes. He worked his tongue to the delight of the man who had now spread his legs skyward, holding them apart so the youth could work more freely.

“Work your tongue … Work it, baby,” the man was pleading.

Ronnie worked his tongue as vigorously as he could, determined to please the man.

“I’m coming … I’m coming …” The man was half-shouting now as he grasped the youth’s head in his hands and shoved with all his might. Ronnie gasped and struggled for air as the man clutched him fiercely, knotting his fingers in Ronnie’s hair. so tightly the boy felt the tears come to his eyes. The man had climbed on the boy now and was smothering him, his hips thrusting as vigorously as he could work them. “I’m coming, baby!”

Ronnie heard Blackie when he replaced the trousers on the chair; he remained still, with the man still on top of him.

“That was great!” the man complimented him.

Ronnie arose. He was disgusted. He had satisfied this man for Blackie. He felt dirty—He wanted to flee, but he knew he was trapped by love; there was no escape.