Thursday, September 22, 2011


Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

by Randy Williams

I rubbed the warm soft leather of the jock. It pulled each time I moved. Not to mention the warm scent. I can't spend tomorrow in the rest room. I stretched out on the bed. A grin ghosted across my lips as I heard, "Brat! Where is MY jock?"

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