Wolf began to more furiously rub his genitals as he stared at the bare breasts and the exposed vulva printed on the pages of the dirty magazine. The woman looked like a shining, smooth pearl from a seashell. Wolf imagined her vulva oozing with fluid and her breasts being firm and smooth. Soon he flipped onto his back, with his arm below his body, imagining this perfect woman.
As Wolf was slowly working towards a climax, Leon asked, "Do... do... do... you want me to take the covers off..." Wolf continued thrusting as he looked at Leon, but he was distracted. Leon, continued, "The bed? It's a little hot in here." Well, the air felt warm, but also Leon felt tight because of his being with Wolf. The distracted Wolf, still on his stomach and still thrusting as he listened to Leon's question, suddenly felt a pulse, and he froze. His masturbation slipped out of his control, and his loins produced sticky liquid staining Wolf's shorts. Wolf, with his jaw open, got out of bed.
He then yelled, "Asshole! What the hell did you do that for?" The frightened Leon, wanting good favor with Wolf, cowered in bed. Without saying another word, Wolf approached his drawer and lowered his soiled underpants. Wolf hated having his fantasies cut short. Leon stopped cowering and stared at Wolf's buttocks as Wolf wiped his genitals with a tissue. After throwing away the tissue and putting the soiled underwear in a hamper, Wolf put on a pair of black briefs; Leon would never say it, but he preferred that kind as it was somewhat skimpier than what Wolf had on earlier. Wolf quietly slipped back inside the covers as Leon stared at him. Wolf put the magazine on the floor and put an eye cover on his eyes. After a few minutes Wolf began to snore. Leon knew that Wolf was "out of it" when he slept. It was very deep and difficult to interrupt.
Leon's grinned deviously as Wolf slept. As long as he didn't yell or cause Wolf pain, Wolf would almost likely stay asleep. To be careful, Leon waited a few minutes. Leon slowly drew back the covers and sheets, exposing himself and Wolf. He could tell Wolf was flaccid; then Leon looked at his own leather thong and saw that the contents inside were excited. Leon realized that maybe he wanted to see more of Wolf. Leon noticed the box of tissues next to bed. Then he placed one hand on his thong. Leon loved to imagine Wolf, with no clothes on, tearing apart enemies with various blades, a saw, an ice pick, or a submachine gun. For Leon carnage and sexual arousal went together like peanut butter and jelly. Since Wolf is now in front of him, Leon debated what he should do. Should he undress Wolf? Should he look inside Wolf's eye patch? What weapon should he imagine Wolf using on his enemies?
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