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Part 29: Visit
If you thought the last chapter of this tale lacked energy and excitement that's because my change from Jeff's live in Slut to uni student had totally wrecked my sex life. Apart from the groping with Dean, four weeks in I'd had nothing. I'd gone to the gay night a couple more times both with no luck. By this point I'd become your average 19yo jerking like crazy at any point.
Jeff was ignoring my texts and calls. What was becoming hopelessly clear was I'd suddenly gone from kinky leather slut to average 19yo gay lad with no action. It was frustrating, annoying and left me feeling empty to be honest.
Heading into another weekend I was planning on going to a club on the Saturday. Maybe to drink my frustrations away.
Friday was always a clear day for me from lectures. I normally wrote essays, did research etc just to fill in the time. I was planning on reading through a Friday on the fourth Thursday of term when I got a text, finally from Jeff.
`Stay up, be ready' was all it read. It was 9.30pm and I was considering an early night. But the sudden buzz and excitement caused by a text from him boosted me.
It was another 90minutes before he texted again. `You'll need the bag under your bed, ETA: 1am'.
I was pretty certain there was only one bag, my large holdall which had had all my clothes in. I pulled it out to look but saw a second bag I'd not seen during packing in the corner under my bed. It was black, unassuming. I pulled it out, opened it up and found my leather gear. My lace up boots, chaps, jock, vest, harness, collarless jacket and gloves. For four weeks it'd been in the same room as me and I had no idea.
I texted Jeff back `found the bag, the contents'. I was trying to be calm, cool.
Twenty minutes later he messaged back `well, get dressed then, show me'.
Somehow it felt totally weird in my student room to be stripping down, pulling on my leather gear and looking at myself. That trigger happened though, looking into the mirror I licked my hand and grinned at myself. I snapped a few pictures, sent them to Jeff and waited.
At 1.06am a message came, `I'm here, come out to the car, in just your gear, just bring your room key'
`WTF? You want me to walk outside dressed like this?' Was my slightly panicked reply
Jeff wasn't messing though `not joking, I'll leave in 5 minutes unless you're here you stupid slut'.
My breathing was deep, quick. Could I really do this? It was 1am so no one was around. I caught myself, grabbed my keys, left my room, went down the stairs and immediately saw Jeff's car, it's headlights on and made for the passenger side door, jumping in.
Jeff was in a black polo shirt and black jeans and grinning at me. There was no greeting just a simple "you filthy slut" before he drove us off and out of the campus.
We hit a main road in five minutes and a lay-by in 8 minutes. He pulled straight into the lay-by. Undid his jeans, grabbed my head and shoved me into his funky, semi hard junk. The noise I made was primal, nasty, low, deep. It was a noise driven by having him in my mouth. Tasting him, tasting everything I'd missed for a month. My tongue worked his cock head, my hands kneaded his body, not something I'd normally do but something I clearly needed to do.
"That's it Sam boy, show your desperate slut skills. Been missing me have you?"
It wasn't a question I was capable of answering I was so involved in his cock. But eventually he lifted my head from his groin "that's enough, we've got a weekend".
I looked at him, smeared the throat gunge from my chin over my stupid face.
"Let's go" he floored the gas and 30 minutes later he was letting me into a deserted farmhouse.
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