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An hour. Just one lousy hour and then Vin, and more importantly for one totally frustrated ATF Team Leader, Vin's little buddy would be out of that damn class for good. God, how the hell how long was one stupid hour anyway? Chris's shaft was already reminding him of just how long it had been since he and Vin had been together.Chris's dick was getting hard just thinking of Vin Tanner and his 10 inches (hey, if I'm gonna write this, I'm incorporating all the fantasies!) of throbbing (that's an extra for you Rick) love muscle. Damn! He sure the hell wished Vin's class was over. What he wouldn't give to have that meat whistle doing a little whistling right now.
Chris closed his eyes and being fondling his cock right through his tight black jeans. Vin had been helping a friend teach a weapons course at the academy as a favor to friend. He hadn't been at the ranch in almost a week and Chris's rod was definitely suffering from the absence of Vin's own rod of love.
Well, Chris couldn't wait any longer. (Snort!! Longer is what gets Chris going!) He was gonna take matters into his own hand. Yeah, that's right, he thought, as he opened his jeans and took his middle leg in hand. Yeah, play some music on that skinflute, he sighed, as he began a leisurely stroke. Oh yeah!
Chris licked his lips and began a slightly faster rhythm on his pecker. Just thinking about Vin's spicy pork roll was enough to get his mouth watering and his own meat jumping in his hand. What he wouldn't give to have Vin kneeling in front of him right now, ready to suck his schlong right down to the root.
Just like that time he and Vin had went fishing out at the lake. They'd gotten up at four in the morning and planned to spend the whole day fishing. He snickered at the memory. The only fish they'd caught had been trouser trout.
Vin would cup his balls and squeeze them just hard enough. And Chris's dong would be searching out that mouth like a heat seeking moisture missile. And Vin wouldn't disappoint him. His tongue would snake around Chris's snake.
"Oh God," he moaned out loud, both at his own joke and the sensations his hand was causing. His hand was moving faster and faster on his prick now. Just as he was about to shoot his load, the computer beeped.
"Fuck!" he groaned. The only mouse he was interested in right now was his own bald headed mouse. He wasn't about to answer any damn IMs right now. Ignoring the beep, Chris closed his eyes again and tried to pick up his place in his fantasy. Where was he - oh yeah, Vin kneeling in front of him.
Chris was almost breathless as his orgasm overtook him. He kept picturing Vin. Vin naked in bed. Vin bending over his desk. Vin kneeling in front of him. Vin in the shower. Just Vin. That was all he ever thought about anymore, when he jacked off.
A few final strokes and he was coming. Afterwards, Chris sat in the chair, fondling himself lazily, savoring the sensations. Oh yeah, Vin was in for one hell of a ride when he finally got his ass back to the ranch.
One hell of a ride.
THE END!!
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