| Challenge # 92: Jeans |
[Nov. 25th, 2008|08:36 pm] |
Title: The Fabric of Our Lives (B) (Continues from part A)
NOTES: Betad by ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tweedygal thankfully
Condom: Justin's
"Slutty boy," Brian whispered. He kissed down Justin's chest, tugging at his jeans, "you loved going commando today, didn't you?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Did it make you hot? Feeling the material slide against your ass, the seam rubbing under your balls?"
Justin moaned and lifted his hips off the couch to help Brian take off his jeans.
"You're a tease," Brian said, tossing the jeans beside him. "You know I love to have easy access to your hot little hole." Brian pushed Justin's legs apart and knelt between them. "You walked around all day, getting horny, knowing I do. Didn't you Justin?" |
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| Challenge # 92: Blue Jeans |
[Nov. 25th, 2008|09:03 pm] |
Title: The Fabric of Our Lives (C)
Notes: Thank you so much to tweedygal for her awesome beta work!
Condom: Justin's
"I couldn't wait for you to find out."
"Did it make you hard; sitting in a swanky restaurant with that art dealer, knowing your dick wasn't confined?"
"Yes."
Brian grabbed the jeans and smelled the crotch. He smirked. "You got wet."
"I'm wet now." Justin palmed his cock, sliding his precum up and down the shaft.
Brian placed his hand over Justin's and slid his fingers into the fluid. He dragged two of his fingers down under Justin's balls, over his perineum, pushing them between his cheeks and touching Justin's entrance.
Justin groaned in frustration when Brian suddenly stood up. |
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| Challenge # 92: Jeans |
[Nov. 25th, 2008|09:10 pm] |
Title: The Fabric of Our Lives (D)
Notes: Thank you so much to tweedygal for being the wonderful beta that she is.
Condom: Justin
Brian thrust his hips toward Justin, "Take mine off."
Justin stopped jacking himself and rubbed both hands up along Brian's jean-clad thighs. He squeezed Brian's ass in his palms, pressing his face against Brian's crotch. Opening his mouth wide, salivating, he sucked heartily on the worn cotton crotch.
Brian's erection pressed against his zipper. He felt Justin's spit soak through the jeans onto his cock, hand reaching inside Brian's jeans, holding his cock gently, protecting it from the zipper as he pulled it down.
Justin laughed triumphantly at the sight before him. "I'm not the only slut around here." |
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