Ian Tyler Erotica
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🕑 Added 2023-12-13 23:18:22 +0000 UTCAs you read this, see where real life ends and the fantasy begins- I won't tell you where. For my VIP members, head over to the Discord to see a visual of yours truly to go along with the story.
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Running over the story line one more time in my head, I walked past the leasing office for my apartment complex and headed towards the mailboxes. I lived in a pretty huge compound, and the mailboxes were all in one building near the street. It was a proper structure with columns at the entrance and a community free library stand in the corner that had been unfortunately been overrun with seedy romance novels that looked like they’d been leafed through too many times.
Laughing to myself, I realized that my idea sounded like the idea out of one of them, but I just waved that away even if I was a bit nervous. My mailbox was on the other side of the building, and I walked around to see that the box was empty. That was fine by me- I really wasn’t here to check my mail. I was here to film a bit of content for my Patreon.
The idea was that I’d prop up my phone, lower my pants below my jockstrapped ass, and pretend to let them fall as I bent over to get my mail. I recorded one take, and my upper pair of cheeks was blushing as I watched the recording back. The video was off center though, so I set my phone back down and made one more recording. Unfortunately for me, I had an audience for this one, but I wouldn’t find that out until I felt the hand caress my exposed ass.
Jumping into the air, I tried to find my words as I asked the man how he’d sneaked up on me, but he just smiled, grabbing my phone.
“Hey, give that back!”
“Only on one condition.”
“Name it.”
Fuck- why’d I say that?
He was holding my phone up again now, and I could tell that he was recording me once more.
“Go ahead and strip out of those pants…”
There was really no point in arguing even if I had a million reasons to do it. He had my phone, and he was blocking the exit. So, even though I pleaded a bit, I ended up slowly dropping my pants. The red fabric seemed to be too bright here, and I could feel myself firming up which made me mistakenly turn around to block his view forgetting that I was wearing a jockstrap.
“Now, slap that ass for me. I want everyone to hear how much this is getting you off.”
I thought I’d been trying to hide that, but apparently, I wasn’t doing a very good job. Leaning over slightly, I pulled my hand back before slapping it against my ass. The chilly air made it sting even more, and even though, he hadn’t asked, I slapped it one more time, and that rang out in the small room.
As the echo died down, I heard someone walking outside, and we both turned towards the noise. In my first bit of luck, I snapped back to the present quicker, and I was able to reach forward and grab my phone. My pants were still around my ankles, so I quickly stepped out of them and grabbed them up into my arms. Running into the night, I passed by one couple, and they turned to see my back as I fled past them.
Down the sidewalk, I finally turned around to see that no one was following me which gave me time to get my pants back on. It also gave me time to realize how insane all of that was, and as I kept running towards my place, I knew that I’d be watching that video of me as soon as I got inside.
