Thomas meets his lubed fantasy. For Skintightjeans.

Thanks for the interest in a short story about yourself.

By PrimeSlimeTime.. UMD.net. 2019.

Thom, or Thomas, as he preferred, was on his way home from the usual mundane grocery shopping. It was an easy walk from the grocery store and thankfully he did not have far to go and the load was light. He lived in the city's heart and traffic at his end of town was light, with just the occasional screaming taxi driver yelling into his phone in Hindi and the time was just past mid afternoon and things otherwise were serenely quiet. The sun was shining down on him through the many trees that lined the terraced streets;The weather was warm, and he was at peace with the world. His skinny jeans were full of the latest delivery of J lube and it slimed him down his legs and underneath as he strolled along in slimy jeans heaven and no one in the world knew what he was doing. He had a strong erection inside his smooth skinny jeans as he walked;The sensation was so good,like having another pair of hands in there with you in public. He just wanted to get home, put his and Dave's groceries away, then get down to business with himself in their spacious and luxurious shower. His flat mate and long-term close friend would be at work a while still as he was away on a field trip, so for now, he would have to self suffice.

Dumping the bags at their second-floor apartment door, he turned the key and let himself in. It was cool inside as the air-con was on dry, removing all sense of humidity and unwanted scents from the air. Everything was exactly as he had left it. There was a faint scent of something bad. Maybe through the kitchen window, it was worth investigation, but for now he had to get the groceries away then get down to business in the shower. As he cracked a freezing whiskey and dry bottle he had taken from the fridge, as he shoved it closed with his foot, the last of the groceries now safely away, a pair of hands covered his eyes from behind while he took a long drink from it, the taste, sweet and very much to his liking, the feel of the hands on him almost making him drop it as he was caught unawares. The familiar hands tied a blindfold around his head firmly, blocking out his sight completely. "Surprise", a soft voice whispered in his ear, the feel of the soft steady breath on his neck making his hair stand on end, covering him in goosebumps. There was also a faint touch to his ear which made him shiver, sending chills way down to his toes. With that he kicked off his shoes, more comfortable around the apartment barefoot.

There was the touch of soft lips on the nape of his neck, luckily he had shaved earlier, he thought to himself, the familiar fragrance of his lover now stirring him through his very alert nose. Soft but strong hands ran through his hair, over his shoulders and slowly felt their way down his chest as a warm strong body pressed into his back. An arm wrapped around his waist, while the other felt down his jeans to find a very soft and squishy bulge in the front, which then began to tease and caress his skin through his tight jeans, and finding his erection, began to tease it and tickle the head of it with the soft but strong fingers. He almost dropped his whiskey as the sensations were sending subtle electric shocks through his clenched teeth and he was having trouble breathing normally. The lips at his neck parted and the teeth inside found his skin softly biting him, and there was a firm wet tongue playing with his ear. He shook and shuddered as it overwhelmed his senses. The hand on his very visible erection began to work him and squeeze his hardness firmly but seductively as a soft voice whispered to him, hello lover, would you like more. Thom was beside himself with the pleasure of it.

He offered his hands to be led away, having no choice but to submit to his captor, the drink removed from his hand for safekeeping, and he was led off into another room. He could hear Katatonia playing in the room he was being led into and he did not know where he was going. After a short walk he was stopped and gently spun around a few times, slightly disorienting him, although he had a good grasp on which way was up. The hands adjusted his stance, then taking him by the shoulders, firmly pushed him backwards. He fell backwards on to a large and luxurious bed and was then dragged from under his arms further up onto it into the middle. He felt his arms raised up over his head and turned out and then his legs got the same treatment but he was comfortable and relaxed, knowing he was in good hands. "Lie still and enjoy", the voice in his ear said, as if Medusa herself were at his bedside about to devour him, and his mind began to race in anticipation of what would happen to him. A few minutes passed, and he moved his arm to find he could not move it very far as his wrist lightly tethered him to the very corner of the bed. Moving his other limbs he found them in the same state.

he was now firmly tied to the large comfortable bed only able to move his head, concentrating on the noises he heard, as he could not see at all. With that sensation making his head spin, he felt a soft runny substance being poured out over his head. More was poured out and massaged into his chest. He couldn't tell what it was, yet it was familiar to him. His arms were covered, and a hand ran up under his now soaked-shirt massaging it in well as it soaked him. The substance and the touch of the hand spreading it out went lower, and he now felt it being poured on to his jeans, not some but a lot and it was soaking up into the bed linen as it ran off his body. More and more went on him until he was a slimy mess and could move around on his back, sliding over the substance now between himself and the bed coverings. His legs could move as he bent his knees, and he felt like it suspended him in some kind of gel or lube.

What happened next was unexpected and caused him to buck his hips and cry out, as his jeans were lifted out at the front and quickly filled up with a very warm and scented gel or lube, slightly different to the first. It was poured in then more, and more until they could hold no more, the bottles which he could feel were squirting the liquid into his very full jeans, and then two hands, pressed the material out flat squeezing the warm liquid down and into the legs of his jeans, and it was thoroughly, smeared all over him. The hands moved up to the top of his jeans then softly slid inside. The sensation on his skin was driving him crazy, and he was highly aroused, with his very full jeans stretched to their limit to bursting point with the J Lube that Dave had squeezed into them with both hands to make sure it all went in there. A hand went to his genitals, playing with them softly, making him call out softly as he wriggled and slid around in pleasure, crying out, "fuck OMG, just finish me already". His sexual desire was on overload at the intense pleasuring he was receiving, one hand stroking his full length, and the other running over the head of his manhood, the hand teasing it back and forth as the need for sexual release in response to the touch began to accelerate and overtake him. He was slowly edged out of his senses and his mind.

As Thom began to lose control of his need to cum, Dave worked him softly but with more urgency, and was intensely rubbing the head of his manhood, and firmly stroking him full length with the other hand still which made Thom harden up fully and release his load into his jeans. Dave could feel it squirt out as his thumb teased the head of Thom's quivering and very hard cock, the explosion of sexual release sending ripples of pleasure like electric shocks through his body as he quaked and shuddered in response, calling out loudly his appreciation of his body's explosive release of sexual tension, something he had felt all day.

Continued.