Leather Glove Jack Off

And it would cuff the tip of my dick with such a firm welcoming grip before even noticing that the man with leather gloved hand was in the room.  Right as my eyes looked in the mirror biting my lip so they looked a little plumper.  My lips always thin with no muscle to kiss back.  Always.  Always felt like being over powered when kissing women which is why they never stuck around.  Thinking to himself how good looking everything else on his body was.  Chicks loved the muscles and my big fat Jew boy……

Smooth motion into my pants that would hold my mind captive for…..for well….forever

At first asking questions while stroking with gloves so unattainably soft with supple smooth leather which never let even the thought of pull or rub on the skin.  As if clouds could be made of skin empowered by sin and wrapped in your most deepest sexual fantasy and hand served by the devil herself by way of left tit while penetrating her.  Or more like the big breasted satan beast with long pointed nipples consumed.

Confusing thoughts of apple pie and dancing naked on Anna Nicole Smith’s grave.  “That is how she would want it” the voice would call in quiet embryonic doses.  Because dick in his hand was reforming me calling a lost essence from some deep spot of wildness I did not know before.  My whole being had no idea what infinite wisdom was guarded held like Fort Knox nestled below my guts inside the ruts of skin of sacs which lust of smut and dirty slut with leather gloved skin licking my sin away in a way that made me never want to go back there again.

And The creaking leather as it stroked upward to the same spot in between the edge of bottom of dickhead and hole at beginning of urethra.  It felt stunning so extremely unavoidable was the sight of my john who had grown enormous. The speed and rhythm never faltered at all keeping a slow yet steady disco beat

My groin was decent percussion and each bounce to squeak the leather gloves in perfect serendipity.  Plump on the end like it was going to explode all over.  It did a little with  precum dripping into glove   .  Drip.  Drip.  As head started bobbing up and down with his nuts.  Simple grin on lips that would start to drip saliva from the corner.  Was it a grin or was he terrified with eyes growing so wide that behind them the room inside his skull started to spin.  Like a whirling dirvish unable to stop.  

Doesn’t matter, didn’t mean anything after that.  For slipping into a nitrous oxide like black hole where all the sound kept spinning in a squeaky repetitive blur until it all was clowns on the carousal with a snappy cleaning creak of leather replaced circus tunes.  Looking at myself in the mirror it was clear my wide eyed gaze of what now was definitely terror.

Jaw clenched with a mouth as wide as the the upper octave half of that face.  Was it a scream that couldn’t escape just like in the nightmares.  Was this a nightmare or?  Turning around with glove still cradling my cock just wanting to know who was doing this?  Coming out of nothing, it seemed the mirror grew an arm or this extremely tall clown in a leather ring leader uniform has three arms.

For it must be understood that this like many bathrooms do has a line of urinals with a line of sinks.  Three of them with a soap to split between the middle and right or left side.  To the end walking toward the door is one of those loud hand dryers that are so cold at first getting really hot only to leave your hands clammy and cold again.  Most times if the place was not cheap the options to dry hands with towel was also available. 

 

This restaurant being 5 star had the extra class to put out fresh towels on a nice little pile in basket next to sink.Back facing the door and head resting on that damn machine that usually is so fucking loud it drives crazy.  Crazy.   Crazy.  Loud sounds have always gave me the creeps since being a little boy and my dad….

But this was not a machine there was a heartbeat behind that metal exterior of brute muscle  The shiny metal outer was that of makeup of a second clown just as tall, but fat with muscle that extended length of two stalls. Wanting to run away all that would transpire sprayed across the mirror and with the best orgasm a prostate can conjure up I yelled out loud in bliss. 

The glove finally let go of my cock taking it to his face licking my cum and laughing as knees buckled while a tight leather hood with no eye holes.  A large mouth piece which clamps on , forces mouth open, pushing a wedge to back of mouth forcing air down throat to quiet vocal chords.

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