Nischal [leopard spots 9] by Bailey Bradford Read Free Book Online

was rank, but Nischal had focused instead on the scent of Preston. It made Nischal’s dick achingly hard, and his heartbeat raced. Every moment Nischal thought of Preston, scented him, heard him, made Nischal more certain that Kapuk had been right.
    If that was the truth, then Nischal had found the one person in the world meant for him.
    The very idea of it was terrifying and tantalising and irresistible. Nischal had heard Preston in the shower, and had been unable to resist entering the room.
    Through the white curtain, he’d easily made out Preston masturbating. It’d been too much. Nischal’d had a visceral need to join him, but he’d also had enough sense to know that would have been a disaster.
    As if stripping naked and beating off along with Preston was any better an idea. Yet he hadn’t been able to do anything else.
    Preston had come and the aroma of his cum, along with the sounds he’d made, had ripped Nischal’s climax right out of his cock. It’d left him stupid too. He hadn’t even considered what would happen when he was busted naked and cummy in the bathroom.
    Preston’s attempt to give himself a concussion forced Nischal to act. He couldn’t let Preston be hurt. The thought of that made him panic and he yanked the shower curtain aside so he could catch Preston.
    He hadn’t realised Preston had clutched the material, and when Nischal yanked it from him, Preston lost his balance all over again.
    Now Nischal had the sexy little stud by one arm. Then he didn’t. Preston’s eyes rolled back as an expression of shock flitted over his face. He sagged and his wet skin was impossible for Nischal to keep a hold of.
    “Shit!” He leapt into the shower and ended up going down with Preston. At least neither of them hit their head, if that was any consolation. Cool water splattered down over them, and Nischal closed his gaping mouth before he ended up drowning himself.
    He manoeuvred Preston around until he had the pretty man in his lap. Preston might not be typically pretty or handsome, but to Nischal, he was perfect. Pale skin, cinnamon-coloured freckles, hair the colour of Nischal’s favourite sunsets back in Nepal. Nischal really liked Preston’s build, shorter than Nischal by several inches, and thick in body and cock.
    He’d been right, too. Preston wasn’t thin at all. He was filled out and his biceps were as shapely as his legs, but there were no six-pack abs, just smooth, white skin and a slight trail of golden hair dividing his torso. That hair swirled around his nipples and turned into a fiery bush framing Preston’s cock.
    Nischal wanted to part the man’s ass cheeks and see if that hidden crease was lined with the same colour of fuzz. He hitched Preston into his lap a little more. Preston’s breathing was slow and steady, so he was okay. Nischal didn’t try to bring him to consciousness yet.
    Soon enough, Preston would wake up and there’d be panic and fear and maybe even cops. Nischal was going to try his best to prevent that last one, especially. He hoped Preston would give him a chance to explain.
    Probably not while he looked like he did. Nischal hadn’t recognised himself in the mirror. There was nothing of the boy he used to be in the image that had been reflected back at him.
    Preston grunted and Nischal gently stroked his chest. He liked Preston’s little coral-coloured nipples. The tips were fat and taut. He touched one and his cock began to perk up. His mouth watered for a taste of Preston’s skin. He wanted to lap at that nub, to bite it and turn it dark from his attentions.
    Nischal rubbed his thumb over it and Preston moaned and wiggled. That made his cock bob and Nischal liked that part of Preston, too. Preston’s dick was long and pale, almost as white as his skin everywhere else, but there was a pretty pink tint to it, and the head was much darker, a berry pink really. The slit on the tip was wide and a bit of cum still shone in it.
    He couldn’t resist. Nischal