bjhass
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The taxi rolled a stop on the gravel road and BJ jumped in. He gave the address and the driver speed off, anxious to get this job done quickly. BJ didn't blame him. Who would want to pick up a tattoo covered ex con in front of the state penitentiary?
Focusing on the bright side, BJ planned his next few days out, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with his new freedoms. He would have lay low for at least a few days until the parole officers stopped stalking him before he could really enjoy himself. So no strip clubs tonight. But at least he would be able to take a nice shower and rub one out in private.
When the taxi finally stopped in front of the old farmhouse BJ was struck by a wave of nostalgia. He had grown up in this old house and never thought it would be such a relief to see it again. Especially since he had run off as a teenager vowing never to come back. But so much had changed in the 15 years since then. Now the place was run by Luke, his older and much mellower brother.
When no one answered his knock, he realized Luke must be out working in the fields. But where was his wife? Were they even still together? What about that niece of his? "I guess she must still be in school." He thought as he began looking around for a spare key. "How old was she now anyway?" He paused for a moment trying to remember how old she had been 15 years ago.
Finding the spare key in it's same old hiding spot he let himself in and went straight to the upstairs bathroom. All of his possessions in the world consisted of a tattered pair of jeans, a black rock band t-shirt, a pair of socks and shoes and boxers. All of those hit the tiled floor in a heap as he stepped into the shower. Fifteen minutes later he emerged from the steam filled bathroom, a towel wrapped around his slender waist, but not another stitch of fabric on his toned, muscular body. A bulge beneath his towel alluded to what he had started in the shower but decided to finish in his old bedroom, assuming that Luke had saved the old room just as he had left it so long ago.
What he found when he opened the door shocked him. He no longer recognized the room. Someone else taken over it, a woman by the looks of things. Make up littered the dresser. The wall paper had changed, not to mention the bedding. A stack of pictures sat on the night stand and BJ thumbed through them. They were all of a gorgeous young woman and her friends; at the pool, at a club, and various other scenes.
Did Luke get a nanny or something for Kali? If so, was he tapping that? BJ sincerely hoped not as he sat on the bed, the towel falling away from his cleanly shaved body. His fingers found the base of his shaft as he looked at one picture in particular.
The slender girl in the photo was showing a healthy amount of tan skin, wearing a light blue and white bikini, reclining on a cushion at the front of a boat out on a lake. Her beautiful, dark, straight hair fell behind her shoulders like a cascade of the softest silk. From the other pictures he knew she had bright green eyes, but in this one they were hidden by a pair of dark sun glasses.
His fingers moved slowly, patiently, expertly over the skin that had grown tight around his pulsing dick. He wanted to savor it. Just like he wanted to savor her beauty.
Focusing on the bright side, BJ planned his next few days out, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with his new freedoms. He would have lay low for at least a few days until the parole officers stopped stalking him before he could really enjoy himself. So no strip clubs tonight. But at least he would be able to take a nice shower and rub one out in private.
When the taxi finally stopped in front of the old farmhouse BJ was struck by a wave of nostalgia. He had grown up in this old house and never thought it would be such a relief to see it again. Especially since he had run off as a teenager vowing never to come back. But so much had changed in the 15 years since then. Now the place was run by Luke, his older and much mellower brother.
When no one answered his knock, he realized Luke must be out working in the fields. But where was his wife? Were they even still together? What about that niece of his? "I guess she must still be in school." He thought as he began looking around for a spare key. "How old was she now anyway?" He paused for a moment trying to remember how old she had been 15 years ago.
Finding the spare key in it's same old hiding spot he let himself in and went straight to the upstairs bathroom. All of his possessions in the world consisted of a tattered pair of jeans, a black rock band t-shirt, a pair of socks and shoes and boxers. All of those hit the tiled floor in a heap as he stepped into the shower. Fifteen minutes later he emerged from the steam filled bathroom, a towel wrapped around his slender waist, but not another stitch of fabric on his toned, muscular body. A bulge beneath his towel alluded to what he had started in the shower but decided to finish in his old bedroom, assuming that Luke had saved the old room just as he had left it so long ago.
What he found when he opened the door shocked him. He no longer recognized the room. Someone else taken over it, a woman by the looks of things. Make up littered the dresser. The wall paper had changed, not to mention the bedding. A stack of pictures sat on the night stand and BJ thumbed through them. They were all of a gorgeous young woman and her friends; at the pool, at a club, and various other scenes.
Did Luke get a nanny or something for Kali? If so, was he tapping that? BJ sincerely hoped not as he sat on the bed, the towel falling away from his cleanly shaved body. His fingers found the base of his shaft as he looked at one picture in particular.
The slender girl in the photo was showing a healthy amount of tan skin, wearing a light blue and white bikini, reclining on a cushion at the front of a boat out on a lake. Her beautiful, dark, straight hair fell behind her shoulders like a cascade of the softest silk. From the other pictures he knew she had bright green eyes, but in this one they were hidden by a pair of dark sun glasses.
His fingers moved slowly, patiently, expertly over the skin that had grown tight around his pulsing dick. He wanted to savor it. Just like he wanted to savor her beauty.
