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The Stud Farm {hyper & mercury}

As his cock retracted out of Elise and into his sheath, she rolled off of his body but stayed right beside him, instead choosing to drape her free arm over his chest and use the one around her as a pillow of sorts, finding herself lost in the surreal moment this was. She was in the arms of a strong, handsome stallion and she was full of his thick seed.

She'd never felt better in her whole life. The smell of the room wasn't as strong to her as it was to Jake but it was most certainly there. She made a mental note to fling open every window in the morning and hope the smell had disspated enough for the mares and stallions around them not to sense it in the air, or at least enable them to pass it off as it being from the breeding farm.

She was tired but her mind was racing. Could they do this again? Another question on her mind was about Gent. She hadn't just made a committment to Jake, she'd made one to Gent as well in a strange sort of way. Would he get jealous...? That was something she'd have to ask tomorrow, too. Her little mental diary was full and she drifted off in his arms, a small smile on her face.
 
Fortunately, Jake was far from the only anthro at school. Enough mares and stallions had romps in the dorm that night to insure that any such smell from her room would be curious but easily able to be passed off as a drunken mare leading her boy toy to the wrong room, or any number of other things.

Jake didn't wake until the screeching of the alarm. One huge hand slammed down on the clock so hard it knocked off the table, flying right out of the plug and sailing some feet before skittering along the floor noisily. He jerked his head up at the noise, ears and eyes looking and turning every which way before all four of them centered on the alarm clock. He stayed perfectly still for a few seconds before convinced something wasn't trying to make him a meal and let his head flop back onto the pillow. Even if anthros had no natural predators he still had that prey instinct in him. Several other equines were probably nervously trying to figure out what the loud noise was at that same time.

"Mmmmph... time is it? Oh... right." He remembered then that he'd just made her alarm clock a rather improvised projectile, and wristwatches were simply not something farm people wore. Too easily destroyed and damaged during work.
 
ooc; I swear just a moment ago the views were on 470. xD


She was jolted awake when he suddenly moved, which inevitably shifted her off of his arm. Groaning irritably, she grabbed her phone which was permanantly on charge when she was at work, checking the time. "It's 7:30." she informed him, climbing out of the bed to fling open the windows that she'd remembered to do, miraculously.

"I have a class on...well, ironically, equine anatomy in an hour and a half." she rubbed her eyes and headed for the bathroom, flipping the shower on to pretty much freezing, which was the only way she could ever get up in a morning, especially with the heat of America getting to her head.

As she slowly woke up in that shower the reality of what went on the previous night hit her and she paused in the middle of rubbing an apple-scented shampoo into her hair, her eyes widening slightly. She tried not to let on though, leaning out of the shower to speak to him. "There's food in the kitchen, there should be something with no meat in it somewhere."
 
(Hah, 470? That was... this morning maybe? *waves at the audience* Yeah, hi. We know you pervs are there. ^_^ Enjoy the show. EDIT: Also pervs, thanks for reading and rating our thread ^_^ Teehee, I felt flattered when I saw five stars.)

Jake gave an amused chuckle when she said which class she had. "I think you'll pass that one, somehow." He watched her rear end as she disappeared into the bathroom. This was completely unique territory. The mares had kicked him out the moment they were done with him. Actually, why was he still comparing them to Elise? She wasn't even in the same league and it was obvious that even if the mares had given him sex, they hadn't really been interested in him. He made a mental note of his own to forget those two even existed. Elise was the only woman he'd ever really been with, in his mind.

"Oh, thanks!" He slipped out of bed, fishing around to find his boxers and slip into the before heading for the kitchen. He was grateful at her words, just for the understanding they showed. He couldn't count how many times a human had offensively offered him a hot dog or a hamburger. He found no fault in humans eating meat, they were omnivores and it was natural. He was more just insulted that they didn't bother to try to understand his kind.

By the time Elise emerged many of her vegetables were sliced up and mixed in a glass bowl on the counter. Jake was seated in front of a smaller bowl, happily munching on the fresh salad he'd fixed. An odd choice for breakfast to humans, perhaps, but the snapping and crunching of cellulose between his blunt teeth was very satisfying and delicious to his pallette. He was staring out of the window, enjoying the fresh air warmed by the desert sun.

He too was reliving last night, but probably not with the nervousness that Elise was. He'd just about forgotten about that danger, for the moment at least.
 
Her shower didn't last long enough for her to think properly. She wrapped a towel around her hair and body as she got out, not bothering to dry off properly and instead just putting on the first dress she picked up, choosing to style her hair around her outfit rather than the other way around.

She dried it quickly and started to speak as she curled it. "What do you do in the day, then? Do you work on the farm?" she flipped one of the ringlets she'd just formed back, twisting another strand into the curling iron. "I mean, you're in some of my classes but I don't really see you around college so much, so I was just...curious..." she shrugged, trailing off once she'd finished putting the few ringlets in she'd planned on, just making her hair look tousled.

Spotting the bowl of raw vegetables, rather than commetning she just raised her eyebrows and got some cereal, sitting down next to him with it.
 
Jake picked up a large piece of carrot from his salad, nodding to her question. "Yeah, except when I'm in class. That's pretty much my life. The ranch and class. My free time... well dad doesn't really like me associating with humans, he just let's me come here for college. He let's me go to Hakon, but that's about it."

Hakon was a horse anthro-only community about five miles from the college. Since horses and farming were common business in this area, with Dun Deal simply being one of the bigger and more prominent farms around, alot of the anthro students at Tramoor lived in or around Hakon.

Jake watched the curling iron with fascination, his eating even stopping. His own mother had been of the four-legged variety, and Sandra was just an employee, she didn't live with them. He had no sisters, and since his mother wasn't exactly the type to wear make-up or coordinate shoes - she always thought they matched up pretty well, or at least that's what his dad told him when he was a young colt - the ways of women were a mystery to him, especially human women. He had no idea that her hair wasn't just like that, and wondered what twisted human mind would think of using a branding iron on one's own hair. It was just bizarre.

Then again, Jake knew mares that used blow-driers, so maybe it wasn't just a human thing, but a girl thing. He shook it off and finished up his breakfast, putting the leftovers in the large bowl away in the refrigerator. An apparent indication he expected to finish pigging out on Elise's food another time. Typical male.
 
She watched him as he spoke, munching her cereal contentedly, as if nothing had actually happened last night. It was so easy to be herself around Jake and that was...strange, to be so comfortable with somebody she'd hooked up with for one night. "Oh, right, I know where you mean. One of my friends lives there. She's a horse, too, but her father doesn't really mind her mingling with humans." she shrugged.

"Well, I guess...maybe your dad's just protective of you because you're rare? I mean, your coat is rare. He wants to keep your gene pool clear." she suggested, nto really thinking about what she was saying before she spoke. "I haven't ever seen horses with your colouring in real life before, not until I met you, I mean." she added as an afterthought, finishing off the cereal. Rather than a=wahing up, she just dumped the bowl in the sink and went to put her make up on.

It wasn't as if she needed it, but her mind was sure she did.
 
Jake winced when she said that about his coat. She hit the nail right on the head, actually. Their coat required extremely specific genetics to produce, even in anthros. His mother was chosen carefully, not just for her personality but for her genetics. He had always hated that he was planned for reasons of color. His family was proud of eight unbroken generations of the rarest coloration in the world. All anthros understood the pride of their coat, for to maintain it took dedication and sacrifice. They could almost never marry another anthro since a good deal of the potential prospects with the right genetics would constitute incest. Yes they could love their four-legged cousins but the lack of complex communication and ability to enjoy the activities opposable thumbs opened up meant the relationship faced some pretty steep challenges, to say nothing of the fact that an anthro lived three times as long on average. His coat was a badge of honor and pride that along with his physique meant almost any mare on this campus would bend over a fence rail for him with a few words about how pretty she was. And Jake wanted to bleach his fur every time he saw a mirror.

"... Yeah, he's... just looking out for me. In his own way." He followed her back to the bedroom when she went to apply her make-up, stopping only briefly to shed his boxers again before walking to the restroom and turning the shower on. He glanced at the mirror for a few moments as he spoke to her. "So... what are we going to do? ... About us? I mean, I think... well, you want to see me again." He put his long face - oh how anthros HATED that joke - around the door frame and looked at her with his ears pointed straight at her. "Right?"
 
She couldn't help grinning at him. He looked slightly comical, with such a questioning and eager expression. "Of course I do. I mean, it's completely bonkers and pretty much guarantees both of us to be screwed, but..." she walked over to him and placed her hands on his cheeks, kissing him sweetly and caringly. "I'd rather have this, to be honest." she ran her hand down the side of his face and went back to the mirror, finishing off her makeup.

Elise was quite unaware of how deep the whole issue with genetics and anthros really went, remaining blissfully unaware for the time being. She finished off 'putting her face on', as the saying went, fixing her bag to make sure she had everything in it before she actually went to college. She was ready a lot earlier than she anticipated by at least half an hour, which confused her a bit. She'd thought the morning would take more time with somebody here rather than less...huh.
 
Jake really didn't want her to know about that stuff. He was pretty relieved that it wasn't an issue really. The whole thing was insane to him, choosing a wife based on the color of her fur. What was that lovely colloquialism she just used? Bonkers. He liked that one. His dad was bonkers.

He returned the kiss happily, feeling his heart flutter as she pulled away. The young stud entered the shower and washed himself quickly, avoiding her shampoo. While it's smell made her hair absolutely lovely with apples being just about his favorite thing in world thanks to his sweet tooth, it wasn't made for his mane and would just end up ruining it. He'd take care of it at home.

Without his own things there all he could really do was thoroughly rinse himself off. He wondered if getting a set of horse shampoos for her shower would be giving the wrong message. Then again that made him wonder what message he wanted to send. After all this was all strangely calm and familiar between the two of them considering they'd scarcely talked aside from when they had to for work before last night. But then that's why he was falling for her so fast. He could be himself with her and not worry about the obligations and duty bearing down in his mind, always taking the form of his father's voice. It was with him all the time, except here.

His shower was brief, and with twenty minutes still until she had expected to be going he was dried off as best he could be and was getting his clothes together and onto his handsome body. "I better go home and finish the stables before my class. I, uh... sort of... just left the cart in the middle of the aisles and all and... with the ranch hands already moving the horses around before the morning feeding, dad'll already have found that out." He sighed heavily, feeling the crushing weight of reality once more as he obviously did not want to leave her.
 
"Shit, yeah." she walked over to him, slipping her arms around his waist as she did. She had a desire to be close to him all of a sudden and the feeling wouldn't go away, which meant that today would not be fun, even with the lesson on equine anatomy that she didn't really need. She pulled him into a kiss again, running her hands up to gently stroke his ears as she did.

"I'll see you when I'm on the yard later, yeah?" her hands ran down to rest on his sides before she reluctantly let go of him, knowing that he would be in a more urgent situation to leave than her. Plus, if they left seperately, it'd look a lot less bad - more like he'd just left one of the mare's rooms rather than her room with her.

She zipped her back up and slung it over her shoulder, deciding to give it 5 minutes after he'd left. She would still be in plenty of time for her lesson...not that she particularly wanted to leave the serene calm that had settled over her dorm room.
 
Jake was quickly growing to accept the fact that he would never really feel satisfied without these kisses and touches.He returned her gentle affections with his own hands, running them over her back and pulling her closer at the same time. HE practically melted at the touch to his ears, his eyes closed and his mouth staying in place when she pulled back. It took him a moment to snap out of it, nodding to her words and turning towards the door after stroking her cheek gently with a single finger.

"Definitely. And don't worry about talking to me on the ranch, as long as we're just being friendly. If it pisses Sandra and dad off... well, that'll just make it more fun." He grinned at her over his shoulder before leaving her room.

Walking out of the dorm, two particular mares in the common room - still in their underwear and comparing notes in a rather shallow manner on the brothers still asleep in their respective beds - watched him leave with envy burning in their eyes. Most studs called them back, and they'd figured after he rejected them both he must certainly be the type who was strutting his stuff for the frat boys instead. Seeing him back in the girl's dorms set their over-inflated egos raging in a way that would be ten times worse if they had any inkling it was a human who had outdone them.

Jake was in for it when he got home, of course. And it got even worse when he went to greet Gent. Anthros certainly had sharper senses than humans, but they weren't quite as refined as their cousins. Though Mr. West and Sandra merely smelled he'd been around humans - big surprise with him going to Tramoor - Gent knew exactly which one it was, having caught her intimate scent the night before. The two of them got into a brief fight, which Jake had to cover for by saying he'd screwed up the rotation on the pens and Gent was mad at him for having to spend the night next to an agitated mare. It hid the truth and helped to cover Elise's ass. With his dad already having figured out the schedule was mixed up and Sandra always happy to shunt blame off on others, it was a believable and convenient lie.

When Elise did arrive, after the two had some time together, there was no evidence of their fight. Instead, during a break in his work, Jake was running through one of the pastures, no shirt on, sweat on his beautiful fur. Gent was playing with one of the large balls they would throw into the pastures sometimes for the horses to kick around. They may not be able to play sports and follow rules, but they still liked to kick and chase things as just about any animal did, including humans. And they didn't need complicated language to understand the joy of competing for control of the ball. It got pretty rough too, with Gent regularly knocking into Jake hard enough to knock him to the ground. But Jake would just grin and jump up, returning the favor even though his smaller form could only make Gent stumble and change course, not really spill out the way his older brother did. If a human tried to play with a horse like this, they'd be in the hospital faster than you could say 'liability insurance'.
 
When Elise walked back down, she was donned in her riding gear which, around an american college that specialized in western riding, usually got her a few strange looks. Her hair was pulled back into a bun to keep it out of her eyes and she was wearing her 'working' clothes, a pair of navy blue jodphurs paired with just a white shirt on top along with her riding hat and boots. Her boots had a riding crop slipped down the side which she very rarely used, hende why it usually remained stuffed uncomfortably down her boot rather than in her hand. Howveer, it was a required piece of equipment (as was a body protector, but she usually skipped that unless she was actually at a competition).

She walked over to the fence and rested her arms on it, watching the two play ball. Her own day hadn't been too interestingseeing as nobody had questioned her on Jake. Sure, they would probably have thought things but at the same time, nobody really thought about it seriously. Anthros and humans risking being together was just such an unlikely circumstance that nobody had any suspicions about it, luckily for her.

"I'm gonna be in the school if anybody wants me." she called through, a grin on her face as she watched the two brothers and went to grab one of the other stallions she was training, who proved a lot more difficult. He was still disobedient in western tack so under an english saddle he was pretty much a huge dickhead, but he was a perfect specimen and still young so they had to remain vigilant with him.
 
((The school? Either it's been too long since I handled hroses - admittedly a while - or this is an english term. Also, jodphurs I take it are those pants that you use in English style? I didn't know they had a special name. I sorta dated a girl when I was 12 at my school who also went to shows. But she rode English, so I remember those pants. Spent alot of time looking at them.))

Jake looked up at the sound of Elise's voice with a big grin on his face. Then his big grin hit the mud as Gent knocked him over in his moment of distraction. The four-legged stallion tossed his head and trotted away with a cocky gait as the two-legged one got back to his feet. "Hey! Ohhh, you wanna be rough, huh?!" He charged the large animal, who looked back just in time to see Jake tackle him into the mud.

About twenty minutes later as Elise trained that unruly young stallion, Jake was standing in the shower stall with Gent. He was cleaning the both of them off, though there was a second, slightly less firm brush for himself. They weren't quite as rough and tumble as their larger cousins, but close. Moreover they just weren't as big so the enormous brushes for true horses were a bit excessive. He didn't do more than get the worst of the dirt and mud off himself, knowing he'd be messy again before his shower that night anyway.

Since he was at it, and while Elise was working that stallion Jake went ahead and gave Gent a full bath. It was on her list of chores for the day, but he didn't seem to mind it.

Though the old brunette mare watching nearby didn't seem too thrilled. Sandra's hard features glared between Jake and Elise, noting how the owner's son was doing that human's work for her. Sandra didn't comment on it and kept her distance while making the observation, not trying to be obvious about it. She walked off without a word, trying to find something around the place that she could turn into an unappealing job to assign Elise.
 
ooc; haha, the riding school is just a big rectangle...well, pen, I guess. It has letters around the side, mainly used in dressage and stuff but they're referred to a lot in lessons.

..is your sig a portal reference? xD

bic; The stallion was in a particularly bad mood that day. By the time Jake had finished bathing Gent, she had already fell off twice and was currently trying to get him under control a third time, turning him in tight circles in the middle of the school as he tried to take control of the reins himself. He was dancing on his toes with his head high in the air and Elise kicked him on, forcing him into a controlled trot around the school.

When she finally decided that they'd had enough, she walked him back to his stable under the scrutinzing eye of Sandra. She jumped off and got the stallion into a stall, quickly taking off the offending bridle and saddle, removing his numnah seperately.

She pointed to him when she left the stable with a glare. "You're naughty. You need to learn to stop being a dick to me or you'll never get to a show." she grumbled, taking the tack back to the tack room to clean. She'd worked up herself and the stallion into quite a sweat.
 
((Oh, I get it now, it's the pen used for teaching them, hence school. We had no special name for it. The purpose of the letters and drassage are lost on me, not things I did, though I do know what drassage is. And, heh! I may not have trained alot but man, you really are good at depicting what flaming dickheads stallions are.

You're teaching me a lot of terms! Numnah. We just call it a saddle pad, had to look that one up online.

And yes, it is. They're all things turrets say. Glad someone caught it!))

The stallion tossed his head at her, peeling back his lips to show his teeth. He didn't seem to think much of the little human's threats, though the sweat on his fur and ache in his muscles made him secretly happy the girl was walking off. Sure she was nice, but she didn't just let him push her around. He liked the other trainers better. He wasn't scared of them. But then they also never got his respect.

Jake strokes Gent's cheek before walking away, leaving him to finish drying before he put him in his stall and decided to roll around and get bedding stuck to his damp body. They did so love to ruin their fresh bath right in front of your eyes the moment you turned them loose.

Jake saw Elise enter the tack room ahead of him. He was heading there to pick up a lead line, but when he saw his amorous friend disappear into that room he grinned a little bit. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching he slipped into the tack room behind her, sliding the thick wooden door shut behind him. It was pitch dark with the door shut, no windows at all in the small room. Flicking on the lights ti all came back into view, a dusty, stone-floored room brimming with tack and gear. Halters, lead lines, bridles, bits, reins, saddles, pads, blankets, lunge lines, lunge whips, riding crops and those silly hats that Americans liked to wear in place of a proper helmet. The tack room was filled with the smell of leather and dust and the low hum of a small refrigerator filled with medicines and stallion samples.

"Hey there. You need help with... reaching anything in here?" He grinned at her, trying to be flirtatious and coy. But he wasn't experienced in the matter and had no idea if he was coming off as seductive or corny.
 
ooc; <3 portal.

bic; She bared her teeth in return when she saw the gesture, rolling her eyes at the stallion. Oh well. Hopefully he'd get used to her one day...maybe. Probably not.

She was just cleaning off the bit when the light suddenly vanished from the room, making her freeze in fear until she was suddenly in light again and she heard Jake's 'flirty' voice. For a moment everything was a bit disorientating and she turned to him with a confused look in her eyes. "You scared the bajeebus out of me." she grumbled, gesturing to the tack. She hadn't quite picked up on his flirty tone.

"I'm just cleaning all of the rubbish off of this. It's not really fun, especially when you've just had a sweaty stallion under it. Wouldn't be the first time this week, though..." she smirked and filled a bucket with soapy water, washing off the tack quickly.
 
Well, that didn't work. Jake looked a bit guilty at scaring her, not having been his intention. But it was pretty obvious she'd missed what he was trying to say. He was considering giving up, but her little comment rekindled his bravery and desire.

"No no... what I mean is..." The sound of him latching the door closed and locking it from outside access was followed by his hooves against the stone floor as he moved behind her.

His arms wrapped around her, trapping her own at her sides and preventing her from continuing to clean the tack. Jake's hands rested gently on her midriff as he leaned down to speak into her ear in a deeper and more obviously sensual tone. "Do you need me to.... reach.. anything?" He made his innuendo all the more clear by moving a strong hand slowly downwards until his fingertips brushed across the waistband of her riding pants, as the other moved up to teasingly caress the bottom curve of her breast through the shirt that was still stained with dirt thanks to the other stallion throwing her off.
 
She shifted her hips against him and raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Oh, I don't know...depends, of course." she wriggled her arms free but placed them over his hands, twisting her head up to kiss him. It was daring them even considering this seeing as Sandra was just around the corner and Jake wasn't exactly *quiet*, much to Elise's pleasure.

She twisted around so she was facing him and she laced her arms around him, pushing her fingers into his mane again. "What did you have in mind?" she put a little grin on her face, looking into his eyes. Sure, she felt sore from the traiuning she'd been doing, but right now, she didn't care.
 
Jake was quite happy to find that a less subtle approach had gotten his message across in a well-received manner. All it took was he confidence to make his intentions clear, it seemed. Any lingering doubts about her interest in him left as he returned that kiss, his long neck making it easy despite the position that would be a bit awkward with a human male.

His hands dropped to her rear when she spun around, holding her close and gently squeezing that petite backside with a heavy, meaningful snort from his nostrils which blew her read hair up for a moment. "Mmmm... I was thinking your quite beautiful, but that English style.. it's just not you. So straight laced and composed. I think you'd be much better suited to Western style. Maybe I should give you a lesson in our technique."
 
"I quite enjoy being straight-laced and composed...gives me an excuse to loosen up a little and show people how I <i>really</i> am outside of the showing ring." she rested her hands on his hips, kissing him. "Question is, how long do you have before they start to suspect something? I mean, come on...locked door and we're both missing?" she raised one eyebrow, but she was smirking.

She heard a mare walk in - probably the one from the field last night, actually - and people started bustling around her, preparing her to be mated. "Huh. Sounds like we have more time than I thought..." she kissed him again.
 
Jake was just giving a sigh and starting to pull away from her. "Yeah, you're right. We sh-" He stopped at the sound of the mare, looking to the door with a grin. "Oh, I forgot. Scarlet's getting bred today."

Jake turned back to her to catch the second kiss. His hands squeezed her rear one more time before sliding down her legs, stopping when he found the riding crop tucked into her boot. His head pulled back and he let out a barely muffled little whinney.

"Aaah, s-she'll... probably get pretty loud soon. I bet if we timed it right... along with the breeding.. no one would hear us." His voice was a bit shaky, and the idea of taking Elise to the sounds of a mare happily accepting a breeding seemed to sit quite well with her young stallion.
 
ooc; have you played portal 2 yet? C:

bic; She looked up for a moment as she listened to the sounds of 3 pairs of hooves retreating, Sandra's and Scarlet's of course, dieappearing into the distance. "As long as nobody stands right outside here, they should be okay...plus, we could always just say that somebody rode a stallion past the stables by accident or something." she trailed her fingers down his front, a smirk tugging at her lips.

She didn't need any encouragement past that. She pressed her hips against his, pulling him into another passionate kiss.
 
((Yes but not finished, my GF wants to do so today))

Jake wondered if this many kisses was normal in a relationship. He hoped it wasn't, he liked the thought of Elise being unable to keep her lips off him. And in any event, he wasn't complaining. She was like... well, Jake had never done drugs so he couldn't really say for sure, but he sure suspected this must be what addiction felt like. Because it was really him who couldn't keep his hands away. He knew coming in here was crazy. Fate had conspired to give the young lovers their chance, but he hadn't really planned it out or thought. He'd just seen her enter the tack room and known he could have her, so he took the chance.

And the stallion was very happy he had. He picked her up off of the ground during the kiss, lifting her up into his arms and turning to press his back against the wall. The kiss was held through it all, his equine mouth having adapted quickly to the technique of kissing a human girl. Jake may be inexperienced but he was a fast learner, sure he was catching on much quicker than any other stallion she'd tried to train. Jake's ears flicked at that thought.

Rather than communicate it with dull words Jake continued to hold her up with a single arm. It's brother sought out her hand, grabbing it gently by the wrist. The stud guided the foreign beauty's wonderfully formed hand down to the riding crop still tucked into her boot, urging her fingers to find the leather grip and letting her mind finish the unspoken request for him.
 
ooc; Sorry, uh...I've been playing Portal ^^; feel free to slap me!

bic; She She wrapped her legs around him to get a better sense of balance, quite happy to be in the position she was in. As he guided her hand down, she made a little questioning 'hm?' noise, pulling the crop out. "Oh, this...?" she gently lifted up his chin with it, smirking. "Oh, I only ever use this on the really naughty stallions..." she grinned at him, bringing it around his back to her other hand.

She wasn't entirely sure what he had planned with the crop after all, but whatever it was she was quite happy to go along with it.

Her free hand moved between them to run down his body and to his crotch, slipping down the first layer of his jeans to stroke his shaft, teasingly slow through his boxers.
 
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