Walk A Different Path 🤍 Jaa/First

Chapter 2 ~ pretty face ~

When Maskwa got back home he hefted the caribou off the back of the pack horse and unsaddled both horses then removed their tack before giving them a rub down. 

"thank you for today guys" he praised the horses as he gave them fresh water and fed them before walking across to the dead caribou then he squatted and reached out to rest his hand against the animal's neck ...

 "thank you for your sacrifice" he spoke respectfully inclining his head before standing to go into the house and coming face to face with his father.

"I have brought meat father, it's in the barn" Maskwa said not waiting for a reply.

"that's not what ..." his father began then stopped and shook his head before grabbing his sheath knife and heading out to the barn.

As the main hunter in his family Maskwa held a government permit and was allowed to bring home up to 15 caribou per year but he only took what they needed and one bull could feed them for several months unless a neighbour was sick and they needed to share.

His people liked to try and stick to their traditions as much as possible and hunting was one of those traditions and he used to go with the other young men until Pipon went missing then he preferred to be alone but he still held true to their principles of looking out for each other and every time he hunted he paid homage to the life he had taken and to their creator for providing food for him to take home.

He trudged upstairs to his room and stripped off his dirty clothes before walking into the bathroom and after relieving himself he climbed into the shower and turned on the spray. He stood for several minutes just allowing the warm water to soothe his body then he reached for the soap and after working up a lather he began to  rub it into his skin.

🔞 ~ mature scene ahead ~ 🔞

His soap covered hands moved in a circular motion across his chest before sliding lower to skim over his taut stomach, his fingers lightly feathering against his manhood and causing it to stir.

It had been so long since he had pleasured himself and the need for release was evident as his member began to swell so with the flat of one hand pressed against the wall of the shower, he wrapped the fingers of his other hand around his pulsating length and began to gently stroke.

He closed his eyes and thought of the only person he had ever loved, Pipon with his smooth pale skin, his jet black hair and dark sultry eyes and he imagined him on his knees with those pretty pink lips around him.

He was so close as he thrust into his hand imagining that he was thrusting into Pipon's sweet mouth all the while hating himself for indulging his fantasies but unable to hold back.

His eyes squeezed tightly shut as the end grew near, his body tightening ready for his release, he picked up his speed stroking faster and rubbing his thumb around the tip ... it was coming, he was cumming.

The image of his beautiful Pipon in his mind as the feelings intensified then ... what ... the ... fuck, the man from earlier, the one with the pretty face and cute ass was sucking hard on his member and he couldn't get the image of Pipon back, he was too close, he was too ...

"ahhhh fuck!" Maskwa groaned as he came in thick spurts against the tiled wall, the image of the man from earlier smiling up at him seductively before vanishing.

Maskwa loathed himself even more now, not only had he jerked off to Pipon but he had also betrayed his memory.