The next Friday Carter finished up work early and headed home to change out of his suit before making the drive over to Builder Falls. He jumped in the shower and gave himself a quick wash, cock hardening as he imagined the night ahead of him.
He couldn’t wait.
The past week had been difficult, and Carter needed to relax. He couldn’t think of a better way of doing that than spending a night dominating and manhandling John into submission.
The thought made his balls pull up tight.
Of course it was John who was the source of Carter’s difficult week. The boy’s revelation that he and Luke Wolfman had patched up was entirely unwelcome, and if Carter were human the stress of it would have given him an ulcer.
It was a problem of scent. Carter had made no effort to keep his smell off John’s body—in fact, he had done quite the opposite—and if Luke had talked to him in person there was no way in hell he hadn’t smelled Carter all over his human friend.
Casual texting with John later in the week had confirmed what Carter had been worried about: John and Luke had in fact met face to face, which meant that Luke now knew about Carter’s proclivity for humans.
It was his worst nightmare realized.
Carter had called Owen to ask him if Luke would tell anyone, and he’d been assured that Luke would take the secret to his grave unless given permission to do otherwise.
As far as assurances went it would have to do.
Carter knew that this should have been his wake-up call—the sign that he needed to back away from John and never see him again—but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He wanted to see John, and he wasn’t going to deny himself what he wanted.
Getting out of the shower, Carter stood in front of the mirror and studied his face. He was lucky that stubble was in fashion—saving him the trouble of a mid day shave at work—but he preferred being clean-shaven. Lathering up his face with shaving cream, Carter filled the sink with warm water and picked his razor out of the drawer.
Once he was done shaving, Carter rinsed off his face and made his way into his walk-in closet. He had no idea what he was going to wear, and it took him an embarrassingly long time standing there before he made up his mind.
There were just so many options.
Carter looked good in a suit, but that’s what he’d worn last time; and while there was something to be said for a tight pair of jeans and a rugged leather jacket, Carter didn’t want to be too casual. He needed something that would make John’s mouth water and his cock spring to attention. Something thatscreamedsex.
John had exactly the thing. It was a modified motorcycle riding suit, all in black leather, that hugged every inch of his body like only a six thousand dollar custom creation could.
Carter grabbed the suit and brought it into the bedroom, sliding it off the wooden hanger and stroking the gleaming leather with a reverent finger. He sat down on the mattress and started pulling it on, spending a good ten minutes adjusting and pulling to make it fit.
When he was done he looked down at himself and grinned.
The snap on codpiece that held his cock and balls was strained to the limit, bulging like it was going to pop off any minute, and it lookedobscene. If it hadn’t been for the codpiece the get-up might have passed for a normal motorcycle suit—albeit one made for a much less muscular man than Carter—but with the codpiece there was no doubt that this was an outfit made for sex.
Reaching down, Carter adjusted himself and headed back into the closet to get his biker boots and leather gloves. He pulled them on and looked himself in the mirror, running his hand down his chest and over his abs and trying to imagine what John would think.
He hoped that he’d think it was hot.
The whole effect was a lot. Every inch of him from the neck down was covered in skintight leather, buttery soft and gleaming like it had been polished, just begging to be licked and worshiped.
Biting his lip and shooting himself a cocky smirk, Carter didn’t think he had to worry about that. John was going to cream his pants at the sight of him.
Happy with the way he looked, Carter grabbed an overnight bag and packed a few essentials that were missing from the apartment—lube, handcuffs, and a few coils of soft nylon rope—and headed out.
***
Carter parked his car on the curb outside of John’s building, but before he exited the vehicle it occurred to him that he was not at all dressed for walking around in public.
The last thing he wanted was to be arrested for indecency.
He should have brought his trench coat. It was bulky and long, and it would have covered him perfectly. Lacking that option, however, Carter grabbed his overnight bag from the backseat and put it in his lap. If he carried it in front of his crotch no one would see his bulging crotch and he’d be fine.
Exiting the car, Carter made his way up to the front door of John’s building. He was about to ring the bell for John’s apartment when an old lady pushed open the door, giving him a very dubious one over as he finished pulling it open and held it for her as she exited.
