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go of his ass and began working on his clothes, tugging his t-shirt out of his jeans, undoing the button and zipper. He did the same, working Rupert’s leathers open, being so careful.
    He could feel the heat of Rupert’s cock against his fingers, pushing against the leather like it was trying to get to him. It was still impressive, especially now, with the thought that it was going to try and fit in his virgin ass.
    “Mmm. Touch me, boy.”
    “Yes, Sir.” He knelt down, nuzzling the heavy cock as he eased the leather pants down. Rupert smelled good, clean and musky, male.
    Strong hands slid over his head.
    “Do the boots just slip off?”
    “Oh, no. What would be the fun in that? There’s clasps for you to undo.”
    Peter chuckled, only a bit nervous, and started working the clasps open.
    “I like how you look on your knees in front of me. It would be even better if you were already naked.”
    “Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. Should I?” Had he done it wrong?
    “No apologies, but yes, you should.”
    “Okay.” It was hard, to be new. Hard. He chuckled.
    “What’s funny?” Rupert asked, helping him to his feet and taking off his t-shirt.
    “I was thinking that it’s hard to not know the right way to do things and had a Beavis and Butthead moment.”
    Rupert chuckled and began undoing his pants. “Not sexy, boy.”
    “I know. I’m a dork.”
    “You’re in luck, then. I happen to like dorks who are virgins and needed me to rescue them.”
    “I just hope you still like me when I’m just a dork who likes you.”
    Rupert stopped with his jeans half way down his hips and cupped his cheeks. “I didn’t bring you home to pop your cherry and send you on your way.”
    Peter searched Rupert’s eyes, needing to believe that.
    “There are a hundred virgins out there looking for a master to teach them. You’re different. You’re special.”
    “Me?” The word popped out of him, totally surprised.
    “I knew it the moment I saw you at the bar with that black hankie, trying to get your beer and get rid of those two sharks.”
    “I still can’t believe that happened. I’m so naive.”
    “I’m not sure trusting your friends is naive. Unless he pulls shit like this all the time, then you should have known better.” Rupert gave him a wink.
    Peter chuckled and went back to stripping. He was going to trust Rupert to make love to him; he could trust Rupert to be decent to him.
    A low groan sounded as he got naked, and when he looked at Rupert, the man looked really turned on, eyes taking him in. “You are stunning, boy.”
    Peter knelt down, murmuring, “thank you,” as he went to unfasten Rupert’s boots.
    Another groan sounded. “I was right. You need to be doing this naked.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “So sexy. You make me want.”
    Peter bent to get the boots off, letting him have time to let his cheeks cool. It took a little tugging, but he finally got them off, and then there was just the leather pants. Those were easy, and Peter had a gorgeous man standing before him.
    “You like what you see, Peter?” Rupert stood in front of him, not looking the least bit shy about his body.
    “I... There’s not words for how beautiful you are.”
    “Oh, I’m going to have to keep you for sure.”
    He stared, simply eating Rupert up with his eyes, inch by inch.
    “You can touch, boy.”
    “Yes, Sir.” He reached out, palms flattened against the strong muscles.
    They rippled under his touch, Rupert smiling. He reached up as far as he could, wanting Rupert to feel.
    “Mmm. Can you feel that? My skin tingles wherever you touch me.”
    “Yes, Sir.” He felt like a penitent, worshipping before a pagan god.
    Rupert’s chest rose and fell, and he could see the thick cock reaching for Rupert’s belly. Christ, he’d had that in his mouth. Glorious.
    He leaned in, buried his nose, and breathed deep, filling his lungs with Rupert’s scent.
    “Oh, you are a treasure, Peter. I want to let you explore, but I’m eager to