Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2020 13:34:31 +0100 From: Sam Will Subject: Part 28: Becoming Jeff's Leather Slut Give to Nifty Love your feedback- Sam.willswill@mail.com ************************ "We leave at 6am boy, be ready, put all your leather gear neatly in the closet, you won't be needing it." ************************ Part 28: Off to Uni We'd left, exactly at 6am. Everything was organised. Bags and car packed and off we went. The journey a long one, over 6hrs. For the first time in a long time I was conventionally dressed. Jeans, T-shirt, Vans. No straps, no leather jock. Nothing. At my halls I met my fellow corridor mates, unloaded and Jeff left with nothing more than a quick hug. That in itself made me yearn. To taste him, fuck it made me hungry. Now in advance of leaving Jeff had been clear. He did not expect me to be chaste at Uni. He didn't want me going crazy for 12 weeks with no sex. So I was given a free pass. I knew he wouldn't be missing out. "Sling" at least would service his needs. Like any fresher I explored the first few days, clubs, places to drink, spent time with my new friends from my halls. However, apart from jerking off there was no sex. Jeff was cool on the phone, not exciting me, or driving me hard. After a couple of weeks of near normality I decided to go and see what was what in the gay scene. To be honest, based on the guide from the student union there was one night a week at one of their bars and that was it. It was a small town and small uni so there was never going to be a thumping scene like "Sling" or any other of the bars I'd been to with Jeff. However, this one gay night in this one bar would be it. That Tuesday night I put on my standard T-shirt and jeans and went along. Compared to my experience of hedonistic bars with live sex this was something quite opposite. In a sorry tatty bar were about 30 people. A mix of men and women. There was a small group of three guys, hunched in one corner who I recognised as fellow first years. There was something weirdly cute, like this was the first gay night they'd ever been too. It was obvious too that others in the bar were eyeing them up in a sort of "fresh meat" way. There was also a small group of much older guys. Given that it was a small town the student gay night was the only gay night going and so locals came along too. After grabbing a beer I joined my fellow first years. Two, did nothing for me, but the third did. His painful embarrassment at being there nearly cracked the windows. He was pretty short, about 5'7", dressed in a white shell suit and white baseball cap. Both his ears were pierced as was his nose with a stud that was flush. To be honest, I wasn't interested in anyone else in the bar except him, but his one word answers to any questions made him hard work. As the drinks flowed the bar got more frisky. Not sex frisky but certainly the odd touch and the got making out frisky. The lad I was interested was called Dean I'd found out. He'd cleared and hadn't even known about this Uni until two weeks before. A few black Sambuca's later and he was talking more. I couldn't resist though, he was too cute "you want to go somewhere matey?" I asked, totally not knowing where that somewhere could be. "Yeah, go on" he said, smiling with a cheeky smile. I could tell you about some dynamic, incredible, mind blowing fuck. But the two of us ended up making out and groping each other in some ally way. Eventually hands got on each other's junk but again nothing that made it special. He tasted good, there was no doubting that. As I walked back to my halls I texted Jeff "I fucking miss you daddy". Fuck I was pleading and yes I was desperate. ************************ Love your feedback: Sam.willswill@mail.com