At long last, the first multi-picture story. Get ready, kids.
Jimmy hated leather. There was always something just so unnatural about it. So when his boyfriend Aaron finally came clean about his leather kink, Jimmy was pretty distraught. He had been pretty vocal about it at the clubs during Pridefest. There were men wearing nothing but a leather thong and a harness, which made Jimmy feel so uncomfortable. Aaron, on the other hand, had a great time groping all the tight leather bulges when his boyfriend wasn’t looking.
It a fairly ordinary evening, when the duo left Thibodaux at half past 9, hoping to go to the city for a night of drinks and camaraderie. The events of the evening, as they would come to play out, proved that they were truly meant for eachother, and would be an experience they wouldn’t forget for a very long time.
It was about a mile outside of the village of Vacherie that the two hit a deer with their modest Chevrolet Impala, completely incapacitating the car. With no cell service or OnStar, they came to the conclusion that they would have to walk to the nearest home to use a telephone. Lead by Aaron, the top of course, the two embarked on the journey down the moonlight road. It wasn’t long before they came across a gigantic wrought iron gate, dimly lit and covered in brambles & vines.