His eyes were what I noticed first. Piercing, azure blue. Set in a classically beautiful face, with a long patrician nose and strong jaw. I stopped, pretended to notice something in the window. Those eyes had caught me, but as they looked in my direction, I turned away, then looked again when I hoped I wasn’t obvious. He was laughing, chatting with two other guys, those turquoise orbs sparkling as he smiled, darting everywhere at once. He looked straight at me and I felt his deep blue eyes penetrate my soul. Quickly, blushing, I looked away again.
"Catch you up at Caesar’s tonight!" I heard one of his friends say as the group headed away from me.
Caesars. That was a new bar, away from the strip. My heart pounded. I’d better get moving if I was going to ‘bump’ into him again that night.
The afternoon dragged, but soon enough I was home, showered and ready to impress. I squeezed myself through and into a cockring … It always helped to advertise the goods, and I preferred the solid metal type to the snap on variety. Over that went one of my leather jocks. Next came my favourite leather jeans. They were skin tight and hugged my legs and buns so close it felt like another skin. As I pulled them on I ran my hands over my thighs and enjoyed the soft, sensuous feeling of the tanned leather under my fingers as I felt my own muscles rippling beneath. I don’t know what it is, but the smell, the feel and the look of leather always gets me so hot. Resisting the urge to jerk off right there and then, I continued dressing. A plain white T, tight enough to show off my pecs and for the ring in my left nipple to be fairly obvious through the material, followed by a loose black leather vest. I pulled on my favourite black leather boots - the ones with the metal rings on the sides. I added a leather arm strap around my right bicep just for the hell of it. Time to go!
It was around 8.30 when I got to Caesars’ and I wandered around for a bit getting to know the layout of the place, before I settled at a small table not too far from the main entrance where I could see who wandered in. Slowly the bar began to fill, but still no sign of the blue eyed hunk from this afternoon.
Then he was there. The place might as well have been empty. I had no thought for anyone else but this man. With the group I remembered from earlier, he still laughed, still flashed his piercing eyes almost glowing in the dimness of the bar.
Contriving to empty my glass as he moved away from the bar, I walked directly toward him. He looked up just as he approached me and we came face to face.
"Hi … " I nodded, and smiled at him, looking straight into his eyes. They were bluer and more piercing than ever this close.
"Hello," he smiled back, and as he did his face lit up. I stood for a moment, looking at him as he stood in front of me. Then I suddenly realised that the crowd was pushing in on both sides, and that he couldn’t get by.
"Sorry," I said, trying to move out his way.
"I’m not …" he grinned, and began to shuffle past, forced by the crowd to be so close that our legs brushed against each other, maybe for a moment longer than necessary I thought, or was I just imagining it?
"Want to join me for a drink?" he asked, as he got by me. A look of uncertainty crossed his face.
"Uh, … Yeah, I would, but aren’t you with friends?" I said, nodding in the direction of his group.
"So you were watching me!" he said, a laugh on his face. I turned bright red at having been caught out like this, but before I could stammer out any kind of excuse, he said "They’re friends, but they’re two couples and I’m the odd one out. They won’t even notice I’m not there for ages. Can’t we find somewhere a little less crowded to have a drink and introduce ourselves properly?"
This time I laughed with him, and followed him to a quiet corner of the room where we found a shelf against the wall to rest our drinks and stand apart from the people in the now crowded bar. As we reached the spot, he turned to me and held out his hand.
"I’m Mike!"
"Neale." I responded.
We began chatting easily, and before long I felt like I’d known him for ages. We had a lot of common interests, and as we talked, he would often put his hand on my back or shoulder, or his arm around me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. After a while, the music stopped and a guy on a microphone started to announce the entertainment, one of the local drag queens, at the other side of the bar. The show began and the music was so loud it was almost deafening, ending any chance of conversation for a while. We must have both looked a bit put out, because Mike yelled into my ear "I can see you’re enjoying this as much as I am." He grimaced. "Would you like a coffee back at my place?"
"I’d like that very much!" I smiled warmly and squeezed his shoulder with my hand. He looked into my face and smiled, his cobalt blue eyes taking possession of me. I turned and headed for the exit. Just as I was leaving I felt a hand on my butt, squeezing my cheek. I looked around in surprise, to see Mike grinning at me.
"I’ve wanted to do that for the last hour! You know the look of your arse in those leather pants is really hot!!" I blushed, and felt immensely complimented, and without thinking leaned forward and kissed him. Instead of pulling away, he held me to himself and kissed me back.
"Leave it alone until you get home!" complained a voice behind us, and we broke away, laughed, and walked out into the night air.
Back at his home, he ushered me into the loungeroom, told me to make myself at home, and headed to the kitchen to make us some coffee. While I waited, I casually picked up a couple of the magazines and started flipping through them. One of them was a "leather" mag, with articles on leather sex and photos of guys in harnesses, chaps etc. I’d seen it before, although not this issue, and was concentrating on one of the photo spreads when Mike came back into the lounge carrying the coffees, so I didn’t hear him at first.
"You like?" he asked, and I looked up, a bit caught off guard.
"Uh, … yeah … Do you?" I looked up at him, dropping the mag onto the table.
"Oh yeah, a whole lot!" he answered. "In fact, the first thing I noticed tonight was you in those leather pants. I’ve always loved leather, it really gets me going."
As we talked, his hand rested on my leg. He began caressing the leather which had the instant effect on me of provoking an erection. Looking into his eyes as he spoke, I felt myself drowning in those deep pools of blue, and without warning he leaned to me and kissed me again. My lips parted as I felt his tongue, and I let go of myself, responding passionately, exploring his mouth, as my hands gripped his shoulders, then slid down to his waist. With one hand I squeezed his arse cheek, and the other brushed against the growing bulge at his crotch. I squeezed him through the denim as my mouth felt the warm onslaught of his tongue. I revelled in his masculine taste, and felt the touch of his hand tracing the shape of my cock through the leather. His other hand was pulling at my T, then reaching under it to slide along my bare skin, making me tingle. His hand slid up to my chest, and when his fingers reached my nipple he gave the slightest tug on my nipple ring. That always had such an effect on me and I groaned softly.
"Neale …" he said, half whispering. "I want to show you something." Standing up, and pulling me up to him, he rubbed against me, sending more shivers up my spine, and getting me even harder. He took my hand and began leading me to the bedroom. He pushed open one door of his wardrobe. Inside was an assortment of leather gear. Several pairs of pants, a pair of chaps, a harness, and some caps. I looked appreciatively, thinking how good they would look on him.
"What else do you have?" I asked. He happily opened a drawer, and began displaying several leather thongs, armbands, etc. I noticed a couple of cockrings as well, and picked one up, holding out to him. "Are you going to stay in those clothes all night, or model this fantastic gear for me … starting with this?" I said, pushing the cockring forward.
He laughed back. "I’d like that more than I can tell you. Why don’t you have a seat back in the lounge, and I’ll get changed. I doubt if I’ll manage to get this on (he held up the cockring) if you’re standing here watching me!"
I did as he asked, sitting on the lounge and feeling my cock pushing against the restraint of my pants and swelling in the cockring I was wearing as I waited in anticipation for him to re-appear. And when he did - wow!!!! My cock jumped to instant attention. He stood before me in leather from head to toe. Wearing a leather cap with a shiny visor that had a small chain from one side to the other, I could just make out his piercing blue eyes beneath that visor. Two wide straps of black leather came over his shoulders to connect to a steel ring in the middle of his chest, and two more straps attached from around the sides of his chest, framing and accentuating his pecs perfectly. A single strap dropped from that same ring to another ring above his navel where two more straps circled his waist. He had matching armbands around each bicep and gauntlets on each wrist that ran up his arms about four inches. From the metal ring above his navel yet another wide leather strap ran down, disappearing beneath a black leather thong he was wearing which was struggling to contain his large and growing erection. The thong, and his bulging crotch, peeked out from under the envelope of a pair of shiny soft leather chaps, and when he turned the edges of the chaps perfectly framed the hottest arse I had ever laid eyes on. The chaps gripped his legs, emphasizing them and showing them off beautifully, ending over a pair of boots almost identical to the ones I was wearing, high ankles, square toes, with metal rings on the sides held there by leather straps. He was a vision in black hide, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
I moved to him, and reached for him. My hands were everywhere. Caressing his body, touching the leather straps. Fingering the chaps, fondling his balls and tracing the outline of his now oh so hard cock through the leather thong. His hands were on me. Squeezing my butt cheeks through the leather pants, gripping my cock. We kissed again, my mouth exploring his, then working down his chin and neck, nuzzling at his nipples. I gave them both light bites which made him moan softly as he pinched at mine, concentrating on the left and the nipple ring, which sent me into waves of pleasure. I buried my nose against the straps on his chest as he reached for my belt, and as I felt him undoing my jeans I breathed in the wonderful scent of the leather and lowered my face toward his groin.
My hands ran over the mounds of his arse and traced the edge of the chaps as I licked at the hard tube of black leather that was his cock. I felt the cool air on my bum as he lowered my pants and then the warm hardness of his hands wrapping around my cock and balls. "Mmmmmm … that’s a nice surprise ..." he whispered as he discovered my cockring under the thong I was wearing. His fingers were making me so hard my cock felt like steel, and he massaged my balls, gently rolling them around. With one hand, I lifted his thong out and his cock sprang up at me, pre-cum dripping from the end. My tongue darted out and I licked hungrily at that wonderful cockhead, tasting his manliness as I breathed in the mixture of male musk and leather. My lips opened and enveloped the head of his dick, slowly, carefully moving down to engulf him.
He moaned softly as I swallowed his meaty cock, his hands running across my back and chest, often going back to pinch at my nipple and tug on the ring. Deeper I went, swallowing all of him, my nose pushing against the leather strap until I managed to reach the base of his cock, where my lips found the cool steel of his cockring. My teeth connected with the metal as I felt his pole throb in my throat. Slowly I backed off him then swallowed again, faster this time. I began bobbing up and down on him, as his hands covered my body, then gripped at my arse cheeks, spreading them. One finger dipped along my crack to rub gently at my hole and I thought I would explode.
"Neale …. !" he called out "slowly… Slowly!" he warned. He lifted my face from his groin, and holding my head in his hands his lips met mine again. Electricity flowed through me as we pressed against each other, kissing deeply and holding to each other, trying to melt into one another. He pulled away for a moment and I looked at him questioningly. "Please … put this on," he said, reaching back behind him and then holding out another harness. I willingly agreed, taking the straps of leather from him. This was a simpler version, consisting of four straps of leather, two for over my shoulders and two to go around my ribs, connected front and back by a single steel ring. I quickly fastened the straps around me, enjoying the cool leather against my skin, and feeling hotter and more excited with every passing second.
Mike grabbed me and pulled me to him again for another deep hot session of kisses and bites. As our hands continued to roam all over each other, caressing skin and leather, we kissed and nibbled and bit gently at each other. "Mike …" I whispered into his neck, " … I want you, badly. Do you have any … " I didn’t get to finish. He put his hand to my mouth, and looked into me with those amazing blue eyes.
"I need you so much" he hissed. He pulled me down so that we were both kneeling, pressing our bodies against each other, rubbing our hard cocks together, kissing and licking all the time. Then he leaned me back slowly against the sofa, lifting my legs as I flattened out, and pulling them either side of his body. As he did, he leaned forward, running his tongue down my abdomen and licking at my throbbing cock, sending me wild with pleasure. When his hot wet tongue began encircling my balls I thought I would cum on the spot, but he slowed slightly and eased off, then ran his tongue between my legs, licking at the crack of my arse until he found that spot around my hole, rimming me gently but firmly, as I relaxed my muscles to accommodate his urgent probing tongue.
With my hole moist and ready, and my cock standing out like a steel rod, Mike leaned across to the side table and quickly unwrapped a condom, rolling it down over his gorgeous cock. He smeared some lube on his rod, and then on his finger, pushing into my hole and making me relax again as the cool gel was inserted into me and around me. He leaned forward again, kissing me and breathing in as the leather we were wearing rubbed against each other, and I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my puckered arsehole. I arched back and opened myself as he pushed forward, sliding himself into me slowly. That cock was hard as steel as it entered me and I gasped as my sphincter opened to let him in. Lifting my head to look at him, I could see this powerful man, still encased in black leather straps and cap, his blue eyes boring into mine as his cock bored into my arse. I surrendered to him completely, and felt him as his shaft sank into my body.
He stopped for a minute, letting me adjust to him. I looked long again into those deep azure windows in his face as my leather Adonis took possession of my body and my mind. After what seemed like hours he began to pull back, and then thrust in again. My arms went around him and he grabbed my waist as he started to pump. The sensations assaulted me as Mike’s cock began to pound into me then pull out again to pound back. I could feel the leather of his harness straps with my legs which were locked around his body, and I could smell the leather mixing with the smell of our sex. Mike thrust harder and harder into me, and I could hear groans of delight. Suddenly I realised that they were coming from me. I clamped my hole against him each time he started to withdraw, and opened to take him when he pushed back into me. He whimpered and grunted as his fucking got faster and more urgent, taking me. I took all he give and wanted more, urging him on, begging him to fuck me harder, faster, deeper. My arse felt like it was being torn open, but there was no pain, just unbelievable ecstasy as he thrust his huge cock deeper and deeper into me and I gripped at it with all I had.
Our gasping and groans got louder and faster, and Mike began to breath hard. He looked down at me. "..Neale … I … Uh … " and then he gave one final powerful thrust that forced his cock so far inside me I swear I could feel it against the base of my stomach. That sent me over the edge and I screamed out, as my balls pumped cum which exploded in a boiling geyser, all over my stomach and his hands and abs. He grunted and sweated and I felt his cock emptying itself inside me, felt it swell even more and shudder as his orgasm hit him and his head went back in pure pleasure. My cock pumped and pumped again, until the rush of manjuice became a trickle. After what felt like eternity, we came to an exhausted stop, him still buried deep inside me, my cock still hard and throbbing but empty. I looked up at him as he looked to me and we smiled into each other - totally spent. The sharing that only comes with the most intimate joining two men can know. Gently he eased out of me, and we collapsed together, my jism lubricating our bodies as we crushed together yet again.
Finally we separated, standing up. "Let’s clean each other up" he smiled at me. As we gently bathed away the now dry cum, and helped each other out of the leather, we continually touched and kissed and licked. I held his harness up as he slipped out of it and breathed in the aroma of man and sex.
"You will stay the night?" he asked, indicating his bed.
"There’s not a lot of the night left," I grinned, " ... but yes, I would like very much to stay the night". (And a lot of other nights) I thought to myself. Lying together, our arms around each other, despite near total exhaustion, it seemed we couldn’t sleep. We lay there and talked. About ourselves, our lives. It seemed like we were long lost friends, except that we had two whole lives to catch up on.
As we finally began to drift off to sleep, with the sky outside getting light, he leaned up to my ear and whispered … "Neale, I’d really like to see you again …"
" … And again and again and again…" I whispered back " … don’t even think you won’t … " I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.
I had drifted off to sleep easily. Wrapped in Mike’s arms, feeling oh so comfortable, and so satisfied with our lovemaking. When I woke, it was quite late for me. Around 10 in the morning, but his arms were still there, holding me tight. His harness and chaps, my leather pants, were thrown around the floor, removed after our hot session last night (or was that early this morning?). Seeing them there, and feeling his arms around me, my cock sprang to attention again. I felt him stir against me.
"Good morning, stud." I whispered.
"Mmmmm …" came the semi sleepy reply as his arms tightened. He nuzzled his face to my neck, and I felt the stirrings of his erection against the small of my back. His hand played lazily across my chest, coming to rest at my nipple, where he pulled softly on my nipple ring. "Now, I remember, …" he said quietly, with a laugh in his voice, "… Pierced nip, hot arse, hotter black leather pants, hottest sex - you must be Neale!"
His playing with my nipple was sending wonderful sensations through me. I always loved having that ring pulled on. "Don’t start something you can’t finish …" I laughed back, pushing myself back against his hardening penis and rubbing myself against him. Thoughts of our sex the previous night, leather against leather, pouches, chaps, harnesses all glistening and black, flooded my memory. I turned to face him, still lying in his arms, and we kissed long and deep. Our cocks mashed against each other and hands played across each others backs and butts. There was no sense of urgency, no sense of build up. Neither of us seemed interested in sex as such, just the wonderful enjoyment of a lover to hold and touch and kiss in the morning light.
Almost by mutual agreement at some hidden signal, we separated. The needs of stomachs and bladders making themselves felt. "Why don’t you hop in the shower while I get some coffee started?" he suggested. Happily, I agreed, watching as his naked, sculpted butt cheeks crossed the room and made for the kitchen. I headed for the bathroom, finding a fresh towel already laid out on the vanity. As the hot water cascaded over me, Mike wandered into the bathroom, taking a pee and chatting as he did, talking about minor things, just as we had done last night. It was as if we had known each other forever, felt completely comfortable with each other. I did notice that as he talked, that his eyes travelled over me, and his cock lengthened a little, causing much the same reaction in me, and he was VERY easy on the eyes!
I finished my shower and towelled down as he disappeared again, wandering out to the kitchen to find a hot coffee waiting for me. He was still naked and appeared not to notice. I certainly noticed, but liked it very much and felt quite comfortable. With the towel thrown around my shoulders, I remained naked myself, and it felt perfectly natural. We discussed the weekend, loose plans that we had each had. Without a second thought we cancelled some and re-arranged others to be together for the next two days. I marvelled to myself at how easily both of us fell into place as if we had been friends or lovers for years, rather than having just met the night before. We decided to dress and head for my place so I could change my clothes - leather pants may be hot and look great, but they were hardly appropriate for a Saturday stroll in Newtown and brunch in one of the little cafes we both enjoyed so much.
As we chatted, our hands often met, or brushed against each other’s bodies, touching shoulders, arms, faces. Again I remembered how he had been last night at the bar, constantly touching without noticing, and how much I had liked the habit which he didn’t seem to notice he had. Eventually he stood. The morning was wearing away.
"I’m going to take a shower," he stated. "Make yourself at home, I won’t be long!" ‘Make myself at home’, I thought. I already feel at home. I marvelled again at how easily I had grown totally comfortable with this hunk of a man.
As I heard the splash of water from the bathroom, I wandered into the bedroom still naked. He had obviously tidied up while I was showering. My clothes were laid neatly on the bed, and the leather gear we had enjoyed so much last night was gone. Not wanting to dress yet, in case it broke the spell I felt here, I turned to the wardrobe. Opening the door he had shown me last night, I gazed happily at the collection of leather clothes. Pulling a pair of chaps out, I pressed my face into the leather, breathing deeply of that wonderful aroma. I ran my fingers over the shining black hide, feeling the texture of the leather, appreciating it. I closed my eyes, remembering again the look of Mike last night, the feeling of him against me, and inside me. My cock hardened, no surprise there, given how much leather turned me on. Letting the chaps fall back into the wardrobe, I opened the drawer Mike had shown me last night, finding and lifting out a black leather posing thong, soft and supple. I imagined it filled with his cock and balls, held it up to my face, rubbing it against my cheeks. I hadn’t noticed the shower stop, didn’t hear him entering the room.
"You could always model that for me!" he said quietly and seriously. There was no sense of recrimination for going through his things, no upset at all.
"You don’t have to ask a second time," I replied, just as seriously, looking into his deep blue eyes. "As long as you return the favour!"
He smiled. "Let’s see what you can show me first," he said, throwing himself onto the bed and getting comfortable as he faced me, waiting for the show.
I grinned back at him, as I felt the stirring in my groin again. Since I had the posing strap in my hands, that was the first item obviously. I bent over with my back to him, exposing my naked arse, and slowly stepped into the strap. Turning back to face him, I could clearly see the tenting towel he had dropped over himself. Easing the strap up my legs, I slowly fitted it over myself, adjusting my cock to lie sideways in the cool leather pouch, feeling the soft black hide wrap around my balls like leathery fingers. God it felt so good. Standing legs apart, I faced him squarely and reached up with one hand to gently tweak at my own nipple, the one with the silver ring through it. My other hand cupped and lifted my balls as I flexed my cock, making it jump inside the leather.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…" came his appreciative reaction as he leaned back, his eyes roaming to my groin, up to my chest, to my face and back again.
Taking encouragement, I leaned back into the drawer and rummaged around a little, fishing out two matching leather armbands. They were so soft to the touch, of kid leather, fitted with buckles. With my eyes locked on his, I slowly fastened one around each bicep. Pulling them taut, then running my finger around the edge, and down the length of my arm I smiled yet again at my audience of one. That audience appeared very happy with the performance, judging from the swelling at his groin.
Moving away from the drawer and back to the wardrobe, I intentionally stuck my groin out close to Mike’s face. He grinned widely, and leaned forward to lick at the bulge in the front of the black leather posing strap I wore, nibbling through the soft leather at my hard cock. It felt so hot, the impression of his teeth through the soft leather, releasing the aroma I loved. I smiled at him. "Not yet, fucker…" I whispered in his ear, and backed off to the open wardrobe door. I pulled out the chaps, and slowly lifted them from their hanger, laying them on the floor in front of me before lifting them and fastening the waist band in place. Resisting my own eagerness, I slowly reached down each leg, one at a time, smoothing the fold of glossy black leather around my leg, catching the zipper at the ankle and ever so slowly sliding it up my inside leg. The whole time I made sure I was bent over so that Mike could get a great view of my butt, and the pouch holding my balls in its soft leather embrace. With each leg, as the zip slid into place at the top of my leg, I let my fingers continue trailing up across my skin to gently touch my balls and trace the length of my hard rod standing out in the black leather pouch. Finally I stood again, and turned to face him directly.
"Fucking hell that looks good!" he exclaimed. The towel had been thrown aside, and he lay there, one hand easily stroking his cock which stood at full attention. "Don’t stop, please…" he urged.
Next I lifted his full harness from it’s place in the cupboard. Slowly, hopefully enticingly, I slipped it on, buckling each strap in turn, and keeping my eyes fixed on the man on the bed a few feet from me. I was enjoying this so much. The feel of the leather as it touched my skin made me tingle. The scent as it moved wafted up to my nostrils, exciting me even more, and all the while Mike stroked his hard cock and made happy moaning noises to match my movements. Finally, I reached in and lifted a black leather cap from its hook, placing on my head and pulling the shiny black visor down low over my eyes, so that I had to tilt my head back slightly to look at him.
A long, soft whistle was my reward. I stood and accepted the accolade, my legs spread and my arms crossed on my chest. I loved the way being dressed in hot leather like this made me feel so confident, so strong and exciting. I could feel the texture of the hide against my skin, could look down to see the black leather grip my legs like a second skin, accentuating everything it touched. Mike looked long and hard at me, his eyes taking in every inch.
"Holy Shit!" he exclaimed. "You are one hot looking leather stud!" Leaving off his stroking, he sat up on the edge of the bed, closer to me. "Please, please …" he begged, "… I just have to have you, now!" With that, he fell to his knees in front of me, and his lips attacked my groin, sucking and licking all over the posing strap encasing my cock and balls in soft black leather. His tongue danced out and traced along the clearly visible tube of black that was my rock hard cock encased in leather. His hands found and caressed my butt, fingers following the edges of the chaps up to my waist, then down around my arse cheeks to the soft sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. The feeling of his mouth as it rubbed and licked at the leather covering me was incredible. My hands fell to his shoulders and I massaged gently at his flesh, getting even more excited by the appearance of his eager mouth on the dark hide cushioning my groin. I could hear him breathe deeply and I knew that he was experiencing the delightful aroma of the leather mixed with sexual arousal right there in front of his nose.
Slowly he worked his way up, gingerly getting to his feet again, as his lips refused to relinquish their hold on me. He licked and slurped at the straps of the harness, following them with his tongue, then quickly darted across to take my pierced tit into his mouth. I let out a soft whimper of delight as he rolled my nipple ring around and across his teeth, tugging gently as he licked at my skin. He bent over double, and licked slowly, sensuously down my leg, tasting the leather of the chaps, and hugging my legs to him, his arms caressing my leather engulfed legs. Standing again, he looked into my eyes with those deep pools of blue, and our lips met. Passion engulfed me, and our mouths crashed together, parting lips, forcing tongues into each other to taste each other. He pressed himself against me hard, rubbing the leather of the harness and chaps against his naked skin, grinding his steel shaft against my own rock hard cock, the leather creaking and caressing us. His hands gripped my arse cheeks as he pulled me against him, determined to hold us together so tightly. My head reeled with the sensation of this powerful man crushing me against himself, pressing the leather I wore into my skin, releasing the wonderful aroma of leather and sweat and sex.
"Mike …" I gasped between breaths, "… I need …" I didn’t finish, as he finished for me.
"… for me to be in leather too." He whispered urgently.
He pulled away from me and reached in the drawer, rummaging for a second and retrieving two items. One was a leather jockstrap, or rather a leather pouch, designed solely to cradle his heavy rolling balls. It consisted of a piece of elasticised nylon which ran around the hips, and from it hung a pouch in the softest black leather, with a hole cut in the front, right at the top against the waistband. He pulled it on quickly, and I saw how it fitted, the leather pouch itself came up and held his testicles, while his hard cock, jutting out and upward, went through the front hole, to stand free and proud, pointing at me. The effect was as if his very ball sac was made of the softest, blackest leather. "Oh yeah, I like very much!" I whispered hoarsely in approval.
The second item he had grabbed was a soft leather band, like the ones I wore around my upper arms, but thinner and longer. This he wrapped around his neck, like a collar, buckling it at the back. My leather god from the night before was transformed into a willing, smiling boy with leather balls and a leather collar, and I loved it. My dick twitched with excitement as I took in the near naked look that was so so hot with the touches of leather upon him. I reached and fondled his balls with my hand, rolling them gently around in their leather envelope, feeling the texture of the hide so soft to touch. Lowering myself to my knees, I took a closer look. His proud and mighty cock standing to attention, oozing the first drops of pre-cum, sank into the black leather pouch, merging with it as his heavy orbs rolled to my touch. I could not resist, and kissed them, licking gently and outlining each in turn through the leather, tasting and smelling the soft hide while I felt the shape of his jewels encased within. I stood again, and drew him to me, holding him tightly against me, kissing him hard. As my hands travelled up his back I pressed against him, relishing the feel of his body against mine, separated by the single layer of glossy, slippery black leather. My fingers found his neck, and traced the lower edge of the collar, gently touching and probing as our tongues intertwined. His body seemed to melt against me, to mould itself to mine.
I normally took the passive or ‘bottom’ role when it came to sex. I actually preferred it, but sometimes you need a change, and this was one of those times. Mike was so yielding, so supplicant. He felt so hot against me, in nothing but the leather ball pouch and collar. I wanted him, needed to have him. With my arms behind his shoulders, I leaned forward and gently lowered him to the bed. As he sank onto the cover, I pressed myself down on him again, the leather straps of the harness rubbing against his chest and stomach until I slid lower, tasting his abdomen and letting the rough hide scrape against his pelvis and legs. My mouth sank to his groin, licking at his cockhead and tasting the salty juice. I opened my lips and swallowed his cock, willing myself to accept all of him until my nose was buried in his pubic hair, my chin rubbing against the leather holding his balls in place. My throat constricted and relaxed, flexing around his prick as my tongue worked away at massaging the shaft as best I could. He moaned softly and I looked up to find his piercing blue eyes half closed with pleasure, regarding me.
"Just enjoying the view of that cap going down on me," he explained, moaning yet again as I dived down once more onto his prong.
I slid up and off him, my hands massaging his butt, and moved my arms to between his legs, pushing them upward and apart. This presented me with the most wonderful view of his balls, visibly heaving in the leather pouch. It was as if the leather itself had come alive and was caressing his orbs, moving over and around them, cushioning them and gripping at them. My lips dived in to assist, nibbling and rolling as I licked at him, once again tasting the leather. I let my tongue slide even lower, licking at the soft tender skin of his perinaeum, trailing slowly but surely toward his pleasure hole. His moans grew louder, and as I reached my target I drove my tongue into him, feeling the muscles relax to the velvety touch of the soft intrusion. I licked at and around his hole, feeling him tremble with delight as I pleasured him. I lifted away and looked at him once more.
Without needing me to ask, he answered. "Yes, Neale, yes … I want it, I need you …" he whispered urgently. "Top drawer, left side," he pointed. I moved quickly to find the lube and condom, taking the foil pack, ripping it open and rolling the condom over my achingly hard penis. Squeezing a generous helping of lube onto my fingers, I began applying it to him, easing it into him with first one finger and then a second, feeling his chute open and accept as I massaged the soft tissue with the cool lubricant, preparing him for my assault. Slathering another generous helping onto my trembling weapon, I eased myself between his legs, pushing his knees to my shoulders. As the head of my cock came to rest against the outer rim of his anus, our eyes locked. His deep blue eyes were full of longing and need, urging me on. I looked back lovingly, ready to sink into his eyes as my cock sank into his body.
I pressed forward slowly, waiting to feel the relaxation as his natural urge to resist eased. At a nod from him my body moved and I felt his hole surrender, opening and allowing me access. My cockhead pushed in and I felt his rectum close around me, gripping firmly, but so unbelievably warm and soft. I stopped to allow him to accustom himself to me, looking into his eyes, taking in the line of black leather around his neck that seemed to signify so much. Again, at his nod, I pushed forward. The moist heat of his canal flowed over me as I felt him grip my cock inch by inch. Indescribable pleasure spread through me, centred on the hard latex covered prong I was burying in my leather lover. Deeper I pushed, my breath getting shorter as he gave himself to me. I came to rest against him, my manhood buried completely in the dark warmth of his arse, my skin rubbing against the leather clad sac of his balls. When I looked down, I could clearly see his cock leaking juice and his balls rolling within their leather envelope. A sight so hot I almost came, quickly making myself concentrate so as not to lose the moment.
As I steadied myself for a second, buried within him, Mike looked into my face. "Oh Neale, you fucking hot leather stud, do it, fuck me," he hissed urgently. And I complied. Drawing back, I plunged into him again. He cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Lifting myself up, forcing my cock down at the back of his rectum, I ploughed again, taking up a rhythm, in, out, feeling him grip at me as I pulled away, then push back against me as I forced my way in again. Faster and faster I got. Picking up my pace as I took this man, needing to have him totally. His body was on fire, the searing heat engulfing my cock each time I entered him. The wet flame of his insides wrapped itself around me, holding me and urging me. I fucked him. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper. The sweat dripped from my face onto his chest as I crashed my body into his, the leather of my chaps crushing against him as I sank deeper and deeper into my lover. My breath quickened as he began to moan with the building passion, urging me on with whispered encouragement, begging for more, wanting me as I wanted him. As the ecstasy of burying myself within him grew, I fucked him faster and faster. I became a battering ram, pounding him, thrusting forward, pulling back quickly to thrust again, to sink my weapon far into his welcoming body, possessing him. Pistoning in and out I gasped, unable to contain the urge that built quickly. He was bucking and twisting beneath me, gripping me tightly and trying to take more and more of my manpole. I tried to choke out a warning. "Mike … unh unh unh … close …" I hissed.
"Fuck it…" he urged, calling to me. "…empty yourself, fill me up, pound that meat into me, Neale, please … now … Now … uunnhhhHHHHHHH NOWWWWWWW!" he yelled, reaching up and grabbing hard at my chest, twisting the nipple containing the silver ring. The tiny pain of that touch exploded into unbearable pleasure, and I lost control. Pulling back until only the very tip of my cock was still within him I lunged downward, all my might, all my strength given to that one final almighty thrust as I sank my entire body into him. I think I screamed out loud. My balls reeled and emptied, my cock exploded as spurt after spurt of searing hot cum erupted from me, filling the latex sheath and filling him as it did. I emptied myself into him, pouring my essence into the writhing sweating body beneath me. He yelped and gasped as I did, his anus constricting even more around me, gripping at me like a vice, as his nuts exploded pouring his sweet warm juice into the throbbing shaft which emptied itself with powerful shots all over his stomach, his chest, shooting droplets splattering against his chin.
As the intensity of the moment passed, I felt him shudder and surrender, collapsing backwards, his eyes closed. Whatever had been supporting me gave way and I collapsed onto him, unable to hold my own weight. Mashing my chest against his stomach, feeling the sticky warmth of his cum spread across my skin. How long we lay like that I don’t know, but my cock remained hard, slowly subsiding but still firm and buried within him. Realising I must be crushing him I lifted onto my elbows.
"Oh god, Neale, that was incredible!" he murmured to me, his face lit up with a tired but sated smile.
"You don’t have to tell me, Mike …" I said softly. "… I could stay buried in you forever, you are so good." I leaned forward and kissed him gently, staring into his eyes. "I love you!" I said simply, but meant it with all my heart.
"Oh, and how I love you too," he answered quietly. His eyes told me he meant it as much as I did. Tears began to form, and when I tried to wipe them away, I could see the moisture on his cheeks as well.
All too soon, I could feel my erection subsiding, could feel him trying to grip at me, but needing to push me out as well. Carefully I pulled away from him, checking the rubber was still intact. Exhausted, I collapsed beside him. For ages we lay there together, basking in the afterglow of our sex, and the enormity of our sudden but unrepentant commitment to each other. We laughed easily, smiled at each other, touched and caressed some more. I felt so relaxed, so happy, and he felt the same I could tell.
"So much for getting you a change of clothes and then something to eat," he declared, teasing me with his fingers trailing along my side.
"Don’t you like what I’m wearing?" I pretended hurt.
"More than I could ever tell you!" he exclaimed, "but I don’t know that I want to share it with the world, at least not at lunchtime in a café!" he winked evilly. "… although seeing you like that in public does have a certain erotic appeal," he added, smiling.
Realising that we hadn’t eaten at all, and basking in the warmth of newly declared love, we reluctantly decided to get moving. We dragged ourselves regretfully from the bed, and he helped me from the chaps and harness, all the while telling me how much he wished I could keep them on permanently. We cleaned each other up, resisting the temptation to take another shower and settling for mutual sponge baths, administered very slowly and sensuously to each other.
As we dressed, we touched constantly, laughed easily as one. It occurred to me that I had found my soul mate. He slipped into a pair of comfortable jeans and a shirt, while I retrieved my T shirt and leather pants from the night before. As I pulled the pants up, he grabbed my arse, squeezing. Incredibly I started to get hard again. I Looked at him, pulled his face to mine and kissed him.
"Oh Neale, …" he said. "I could never get enough of you, but don’t get me started or we’ll never get you home."
"So what’s wrong with that?" I teased.
"Nothing at all." Was his instant reply, "… although I’m curious to see your place, and to compare your wardrobe …" and he winked.
Feeling suddenly guilty it struck me that he hadn’t even known where I lived yet, and here we were declaring our eternal love.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "I’m sorry. It’s not too fast for you is it?"
"Absolutely not, stud!" He became serious again. "I love you, and I know it from the depths of my heart. It just occurs to me that we could be having twice as much enjoyment if your leather collection and mine are combined." Then he broke into a huge, mischievous grin again.
I kissed him quickly. "I couldn’t agree more. What are we waiting for?" and headed out of the door. He laughed and raced behind me, squeezing my leather clad arse cheek again.
"You’re not going anywhere without me …" he laughed, and then softer but smiling even wider "…EVER AGAIN!"
It was well into the afternoon when we left Mike’s flat. The morning’s lovemaking hadn’t tired me at all. In fact, I felt exhilarated, horny, just being with him. We jumped on a train to take the few stops to my home, chatting the whole time. As he talked, Mike had a habit of touching - suddenly grabbing my arm, or putting his hand on my leg. It was almost as if he didn’t realise he was doing it, but it brought a few stares from our fellow passengers. Yet I liked it. I felt like I belonged, I felt defiant. I was here, now, with my man, and I wanted the whole world to see us.
As we left the station at my stop and started the short walk to the house, Mike was telling me a story, laughing and waving his arms about. I looked at him, and caught those stunning turquoise eyes of his, shining with life. Without thinking I put my arm around his waist, pulled him to me and kissed him. He hesitated for a split second, there on the street, before returning my kiss, pressing his lips to mine as his hands slid down my sides and onto my butt cheeks.
"Well, that should get some tongues wagging!" he smiled as we came up for air.
"Only among the neighbours" I answered, " … and they will just be jealous anyway. Here we are."
I stopped and tugged him sideways into the front gate and towards my door. He laughed again, half pushing me up the steps as I stumbled with the key. As soon as we were inside, away from public view, he spun me around to him, and planted his lips over mine, his deep blue eyes wide and staring at my own. The moist warmth of his tongue felt like velvet against my lips and I opened my mouth to drink in his taste. My tongue edged forward, connecting with his as we explored each other’s mouths. I could feel the sharp edge of his teeth along the underside of my tongue, as I enjoyed the warm slipperiness of his tongue jousting with my own. I could taste him, taste his manliness as I opened my mouth wider, trying somehow to swallow him, my hands caressing the back of his head as I felt his arms on my back, his hands massaging my buns through the leather pants I was wearing.
"Mmmmmmmmm …….. " he whispered into my ear " … nice, very very nice!"
I smiled at him, letting myself drown in his eyes for a second. "I need to change!" I said, heading for my bedroom. "Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, have a look around if you want." I thought Mike had stayed in the loungeroom, or wandered off to look at the rest of the house, but as I lifted my T-shirt over my head, I suddenly felt his hands on my ribs, soft and warm. As I stopped in mid-undress, his fingers slowly traced their way across my stomach, meeting at my navel, then inching upwards. I could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, as he drew me back against him. As his fingers reached my nipples and pulled softly at them, I mumbled softly, leaning into him. The delicate sensation of his fingertip against my nub, pulling at the piercing, twirling it around gently, made me feel so good.
He leaned into me, the stubble on his chin rough against the skin on my shoulder, as a warm wet tongue licked at my earlobe. His hands left my tits and began unbuckling my belt, drawing it slowly out of the loops and flinging it to the floor. I could feel his groin, the meaty flesh of his hardening cock, pressing against my arse as his fingers unbuttoned my pants, squeezing at my leather covered cock. As he eased the fly open and lowered my jeans, my growing erection fought to escape the confines of my jock. Slowly, carefully, Mike slid the jeans down my legs, pulling my jock with them. As his hands reached my ankles I stepped out of each leg, and stood naked with my back to him, my dick standing out at right angles to my body. He was on his knees behind me, and I gasped as I felt the moistness of his tongue make contact with my upper legs. He licked slowly around my thighs and the bottom of my arse cheeks, and all I could do was stand there, moaning with delight.
I spread my legs slightly, and his tongue travelled further along my arse, licking at the chasm between my cheeks, down and past my twitching hole to the tender, sensitive skin between my arse and my testicles. I shivered, not from cold, but from the sensations coursing through me, as his warm velvety tongue began to massage my nuts and his soft fingers traced the length of my hardening shaft.
"Oohhhh … Mike …." I said softly, but he simply spun me around, looked into my eyes with those pools of azure blue, and put a finger to his lips. As I turned to face him, my cock swung directly into line with his face. I was hard as a rock, and the first droplets of pre-cum were beginning to appear at the slit in my weapon. Saying nothing, he licked out and caught the sticky fluid on the tip of his tongue, lapping at it and smiling at me. His tongue continued to lick, tracing the edge of my cockhead, sliding slowly down the side of my shaft until he reached my heaving orbs, caressing each one with his warm wet tongue and retracing his path back along my shaft.
My hands fell to his head, holding gently, not pulling him onto me or exerting any pressure. My fingers sank into his hair as I relished the touch of him. Suddenly, the gentle tongue washing I was receiving was replaced by the hot bath of his mouth as he swallowed me whole, my entire cock disappearing into his throat. I gasped again, moaned out loud. His throat constricted around my cock as his tongue massaged my glans and his lips closed around the base of my shaft. He pulled back a little then sank onto me again, letting his teeth gently scrape against me, not hurting, but accentuating the sensations enveloping my manpole. The fingers of his left hand crept up and firmly gripped my ball sac, while his other hand explored my arse cheeks, tracing the line between the rounded mounds of flesh, then prodding at my twitching hole.
I did nothing. I didn’t need to. Couldn’t if I wanted. He had total control of me, manipulating my cock, my balls, my arse. His tempo on my steel hard rod increased as he rolled my jewels around in his palm. Firmly, slowly, he inserted one then another finger into me, opening my hole as he bobbed up and down on my meat. I groaned to him that I couldn’t take too much of this, but he ignored me. His mouth went into overdrive, suctioning at my cock as he wrapped me in the wonderful heated wetness of his mouth, forcing himself onto me and pulling away again. Simultaneously his fingers invaded my rectum, finger fucking me, exploring and finding the erogenous spot over my prostate. As he pressed against that nut of nerves, his manhandling of my balls increased. I could not hold out much longer, calling out a warning ..
"Mike …… I’m close …… very close …."
His only response was to double his attack. All my senses were assaulted as his mouth gripped and pulled at my pole, his palm encasing my balls and his fingers thrusting into me. My world focussed on my groin, my senses overcome with his ministrations, and the power of orgasm slammed into me. Unable to warn Mike, I exploded, my balls contracting sharply and emptying themselves as my overheated shaft swelled and burst in his mouth. Load after load of my seed shot from me, filling him. I marvelled that he took it all, expected to find him gag, but he swallowed and licked and swallowed again, taking all I could give. I shuddered a final burst as the climax passed, and looked down, only then realising that I had held his head hard against me, fucking his face and not allowing him any chance to back away.
As I relaxed, he pulled slowly away from me, still licking at my cock, determined to get every last drop of cum from me. His fingers withdrew from my hole, and he looked up at me.
"Mike, … I’m sorry …." I started to say.
He smiled. "Don’t!" he said. "That was incredible. I just had to taste you, to drink your essence."
"But you, well, you’ve ‘missed out’ so to speak"
"Not at all" he laughed at me, standing now and holding me against him. "I loved every second. Besides, I figure I’ll be getting my reward and then some, later!"
We smiled at each other as I lazily recovered from the attention he had lavished on me. Finding a clean light shirt and faded jeans, I began to dress. Mike sat and watched as I did, saying nothing, but his beautiful blue eyes never left my body. As I finished, I opened the door of my wardrobe to take out a jacket, and from behind me I heard Mike exclaim "So that’s where I need to look!". I realised he had just seen some of my own leather gear. Quickly coming to stand beside me, with one arm around my waist, he examined the contents of my closet. He pulled out a pair of chaps, rubbing the leather against his face and letting out a long "mmmmmmmm". He lifted my harness from its hanger, running his fingers along the straps slowly as he turned to look deep into my eyes. Another pair of pants caught his eye and he held them out at an angle, examining the shine of the black leather.
I smiled at him, and pulled open a drawer, revealing a couple of pairs of leather jockstraps, some armbands and gauntlets, and cockrings. He lifted one of the posing straps out, held the pouch up to his nose and breathed in deeply. "Now, I could stand to see you in this ….. " he said, grinning mischievously.
I laughed. "I’d be happy to, but I think I need a little more time to recover just now."
"There’s plenty of time.’ He whispered. "I can wait until later. Besides, right now, I’m starving."
We ate in one of the little cafes in Newtown, sitting outside and watching the afternoon crowds promenade up and down King Street. Swapping stories, confiding hopes and plans, we were a couple, just like many other couples in this very cosmopolitan part of town, where two men together was the norm. Again, I marvelled at how quickly I had come to feel so comfortable with this man, how much at ease I was, and how right and perfect it all seemed.
After lunch, we decided to do a little promenading ourselves, walking slowly along the strip of clothing boutiques, cafes, bookshops. We touched often, occasionally walking hand in hand, or with an arm around a waist. We talked of nothing and everything, discussed tastes in food, in clothes, in books. We shared our lives, filling each other in on the major details of the years that had led up to now. Every so often I would steal a glance at him, drinking in the sight of his nice tight arse in the denim he wore, remembering and imagining him in polished black leather. Or catching his eye, the twinkling liveliness of his deep blue pools, the windows of his soul, opening now to me.
Toward one end of the shopping strip we came across a leather shop. As one, our eyes lit up and we almost dragged each other inside. This was not the kind of boutique that sold bags or furniture. It was OUR kind of place - full of pants and jeans, jackets and vests near the front door. As we made our way further inside, we found harnesses in all kinds of configurations, caps and armbands, boots and gauntlets. Toward the back were display counters with jocks and posing straps of every imaginable size and style, cockrings in leather and steel, collars, hoods and masks. All in polished, glistening black leather. The very shop was bathed in the scent of tanned hide. Mike and I were in heaven. Letting ourselves dream and wish, we touched and felt, lifted various items out to examine and feel them, holding them up against each other to picture what they would look like wrapped around us. Just seeing Mike holding some of the items against himself started getting me hard again, and more than once I noticed his crotch bulging as I pretended to model something for him. As I stood to look into one of the display cases, he came up behind me, rubbing his half erect cock against me through our jeans, then grabbing my cheek with his hand and squeezing. Without turning around, I reached back and copped a long hard feel of his meat right through the denim.
He started to whisper "Don’t start ……", when we were interrupted by one of the sales staff.
"UH Hmmm!" came a very obvious and not too subtle cough. "Could I help you gentlemen?" The voice belonged to an older guy, dressed in leather jeans and a vest. For his age he looked great, as the leather fit him very nicely.
"We were just having a look, considering some additions to our wardrobe" Mike responded, coolly, giving me the hint to let him take the lead.
"Certainly Sir. I see you appreciate some of our less ‘vanilla’ items. May I show you our special collection?"
"Sure!?!" Mike sounded interested but uncertain. The salesman led us to the back of the store, and ushered us into a curtained off area. Aladdin’s Cave! Here was the stuff of dreams, of fantasies and fetishes. Whips and paddles adorned the shelves; more cockrings, with ball separators, parachutes and dildoes, butt plugs and strings of latex covered balls in all shapes and sizes were on display and enticingly available. Suspended from the roof, in the centre of the room, was a sling, of shining black leather and bright steel. I looked at it in awe. Running my hand over the leather platform, I turned to Mike. "I’ve always wanted ……" We looked at each other and grinned guiltily. The salesman started on his pitch, telling us how slings could be made to order, what sizes and styles were available, whether solid platforms or criss-crossed straps were preferable. Mike was enthralled, asking about support arrangements, weight limits, suggested methods of having slings installed or fitted. I listened fascinated, my imagination running wild. My eyes drifted to the other ‘toys’ around the room, wondering, imagining, wishing.
Finally, we had to go, promising the salesman we would be back later, after we had considered our needs and budget.
As we stepped back out onto the street, back to the real world, I turned to Mike. "You know, I have always wondered what it would be like to have a sling, and to use some of the other stuff they had in there."
He smiled at me with those wonderful eyes of blue. "Maybe we’ll have to give some consideration to getting some. I’ve always wanted to try out a lot of things, but never had the right guy to do it with ….." his voice trailed off in a semi question.
"If that’s an offer, I’m the one!" I said enthusiastically. "Whenever you’re ready, say the word!"
We laughed again, and wandered towards home, discussing the fun to be had, and the possibilities. We also had to keep in mind a budget - a lot of these things weren’t cheap. Still, maybe a few toys to begin with could lead to more, and we were both keen to explore.
Back at his home again, we relaxed in each other’s company, not so much getting to know each other - we felt as though we already had that - more a case of filling in the missing pieces that were our separate lives until two days ago. As night came on, I thought again about the fantastic stuff we had seen in the leather shop, remembered how Mike’s enthusiasm had matched my own so well. I began to get fidgety, wanting …. What did I want?
"Neale, I think we should go out tonight, have a drink ………"
That was it! "Yeah, …. " I responded quickly, " …… in full gear! I know just the place, and I want you in total black leather. I want to show you off, let the other guys see what they’re missing out on!"
"I will if you will." He smiled at me with an evil grin.
"Throw your best outfit into a bag with some day time clothes, and we’ll go back to my place so I can get ready as well. That way we can stay the night without worrying about getting home in broad daylight in full leather."
As he collected his favourite clothes into a large carrier, I sat and watched him moving about the bedroom. His long lithe legs led all the way to his firm round arse. His narrow waist broadened in a "V" to his wide strong shoulders. His square jaw was separated from his tousled brown hair by his deep-set glowing blue eyes, and I could have just sat and watched him all night. My dick stirred in my jeans and I adjusted myself, hoping he hadn’t noticed. He didn’t give any sign that he had, but as he turned back toward me I could clearly see the bulge in the front of his denims was definitely larger and growing.
"I think you might need a hand there" I said quietly, to his questioning look. Leaning forward as I sat on the edge of the bed, I pulled him to me, running one finger along the outlined tube of hardening flesh under the jeans. He smiled and murmured softly as my hands went to his arse, pulling him against me, burying my face in his groin, pressing my nose against the firmness. Quickly I unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down to reveal his masculinity. His semi hard cock pulsed in front of me, and I kissed it. Kissed his cockhead softly, licking at him and blowing softly across his glans. As his erection grew, I lowered my mouth over him, swallowing his entire length while he was still less than erect, massaging his love muscle with my lips and tongue as I felt it grow and swell within my throat. Constricting my own muscles around him, I began a gentle suctioning at him which brought a moan to his lips as his pole quickly achieved its full size within my gullet. Resisting the gag urge, I remained still, wrapped around him. My fingers began a drumming motion on his testicles, playing with him, caressing and massaging his orbs, pulling gently then releasing, touching at the sensitive skin of his peritonaeum.
My other hand found his cheeks, massaging gently, feeling the firm roundness of his flesh. I released my constriction on his cock, and pulled away slightly before sinking back onto him again. I repeated this movement a few times, letting the edges of my teeth trail along his shaft carefully and gently as I did.
"Unhhhh …… Neale ……. That feels so hot!" he whispered through clenched teeth. Encouraged, I increased my pace, working my mouth up and down on his long powerful tool, while my fingers kept up the treatment of his heavy roiling balls. The grunting he made urged me on and I began to really bob up and down on him, sucking and blowing, licking and tasting. My hands worked his cheeks and his nuts harder and harder as I felt his need build. Suddenly, he was no longer the passive recipient. He took control, his hands at my head as he began to fuck my face, pushing himself into my mouth and thrusting that man meat deeper and deeper into me. I accepted him happily, greedily, swallowing him with each thrust, sucking at him as he withdrew. I kept up the massage on his orbs, squeezing and pulling at them as his cock grew bigger and his pace increased. Without warning, he gripped at my head, pulling me hard against him and plunging his pole right into my neck. I forced myself not to gag, to take him. A long hiss escaped his teeth and my throat was flooded with hot salty sweet jizz. I swallowed, lapped and swallowed again. I was drowning in his cum, and I loved it, wanted every drop, needed to have his essence within me. I still hadn’t released his balls, and they scrunched against his body while I gripped at them, heaved and emptied as I milked this man of his juice. As his orgasm passed, Mike looked down to me … "Neale, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ….."
I didn’t answer, my mouth and throat still engorged with his cock. My eyes smiled up at him, and I licked and swallowed, determined that not a drop of him would escape me. Even as he began to soften, I held him in my mouth, letting the power of his cock drain away as it nestled against my tongue. Finally, he drew me up from my seat, away from his groin. His piercing blue eyes fixed on me yet again and we kissed, tasting each other, tasting him on me and sharing that enjoyment.
"Do you still want to go out?" he asked softly.
"Oh yeah!" I grinned, "I’m even more determined to show you off now!"
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Mike recovered quickly, and we gathered up his things and headed for my place.
"I really want to go all out tonight, Neale." He said as we sat over a coffee before dressing. "I’ve brought the best, my favourite gear, and I would love it if you could bring yourself to dress hot!"
I laughed and tossed a cushion at him. "Absolutely, stud. We’ll make a pair that will have them talking for months! I just don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off you."
"So who said you should?" he laughed back.
We headed for the bedroom to make ourselves ready. As Mike shucked off his clothes and I followed, we laughed together, played around. We touched and held, I pinched his bum and he gave my nipple a squeeze. Calling unfair, I made a grab for his cock, but he ducked out of the way. "No you don’t!" He warned. "We’ll never get there." Naked and together we kissed quickly, and turned to our task.
I chose a metal cockring, knowing it would keep me semi hard and push my cock forward, emphasised under whatever else I wore. It wasn’t easy to get on since I was already part erect, and with Mike standing watching it was all I could do to get myself through the metal. He murmured his approval, and I saw that he had also opted for the enhancement of a cockring, his a leather snap with metal studs and another snap leather band that separated his balls from his shaft, pushing them down or pushing his prong up. I ran my finger along his shaft and he pushed me away, smiling gently. Knowing I would never get anywhere like this, I turned away from him so I could finish dressing without the delightful distraction he was.
I pulled a soft leather posing strap from my drawer and slid it up and over myself, adjusting my cock so that it lay sideways within the black hide, emphasised by the leather which also enwrapped my testicles close and firm, the rounded orbs clearly visible through the cushioning blackness. Next was my harness. One of my favourites. It consisted of black leather straps that started at a metal ring between my shoulder blades, came over my shoulders and attached to two separate steel circles which sat over each nipple, framing them. These two circles of metal were joined to each other by another strap of leather which lay straight across my chest. Two more wide black bands ran from each of the rings over my nipples, around my ribs to connect to the single ring at my shoulder blades, pulled taut and holding the arrangement in place. From the single circle on my back another leather strap dropped straight down to yet a third metal ring on the small of my back and from that ring two more straps ran around my waist to meet each other at a single ring over my navel. Finally that ring was connected to two slightly narrower leather bands that ran back up to the rings around my tits, so that the leather formed a "V" shape from my navel to my nipples. I adjusted the harness until it felt just right, tight but not constricting, binding me but allowing me to move easily.
I buckled two wide soft belt type straps of leather around my upper arms, just above my biceps, pulling them tight to emphasize the musculature. Then I added long studded leather gauntlets to my lower arms that ran all the way from my wrists to just below my elbows. I pulled on my favourite pair of boots, black leather polished square toes with leather straps around the ankle that joined to two small metal rings, one on the inner ankle and one on the outer ankle. The chaps I chose were also favourites, plain shining black leather, so tight they really gripped at me. They were tied at the back of the waist, and buckled together at the front, with zippers that ran up from the bottom inside each leg to close where the leather finished on my upper inside thigh. I smoothed them into place so I felt comfortable before sliding the zips up, taking the opportunity to run my hands along my own legs and appreciate the glorious feel of tight leather against my skin. Finally, I stood upright and pulled a jacket over my shoulders. It was a small, high design, which only fell to half way down my back so that my lower back and stomach were uncovered except for the black hide of the harness straps.
I turned to face Mike, and my jaw dropped. He was stunning. Clad in the most beautiful leather gear I had ever seen. He wore a dark leather ‘Master’s’ cap on his head with the shiniest visor that fell low over his deep blue eyes. His upper body was encased in a harness of metal and leather. Shining silver chains ran from his back, over his shoulders and down to a central metal ring on his chest. More chains ran around his ribs and back to connect with the shoulder chains. Drawing the shoulder chains together was a strap of black leather that sat halfway between his neck and his chest. From the ring in the centre of his chest a wide black leather strap hung downwards, broken by another metal ring just below the level of his rib cage, then the strap seemed to continue to a third ring at his waist. From each of these lower rings, wide leather bands ran around his to connect to similar rings on his back. Over the whole harness he wore a soft dull leather vest which swung open easily when he moved. He was also wearing chaps over glossy black boots. The boots had silver chains around the lower ankle and another chain which ran down and under the sole. His chaps were shining, like they were polished, and looked as though they had been sprayed onto his muscled legs. They rippled and accentuated every movement he made, seemed to be a second skin that gripped his legs and looked so hot. The line of the chaps ran up to his groin and around, framing his arse which was also encased in shining black leather. Beneath the chaps he wore a pair of black leather shorts, so tight I was amazed he had managed to get into them. His arse and his groin were wrapped in the dark hide of the leather, and I could clearly see the line where the shorts finished just below the edge of his chaps. Even better, I could also very clearly see the outline of his oh so desirable prong. I swore I could make out the ridge of his cut cockhead through the leather shorts, which were held together at the front by a row of press studs instead of a zipper fly.
"Holy fuck!!!!" he exclaimed loudly. I echoed his thoughts myself.
"Are you wearing anything under those shorts?" I asked incredulously, my hand reaching out to touch his manhood through the leather, to feel the hidden strength of his masculinity.
"Only the cockring and separator you saw me putting on." He smiled evilly at me.
We surveyed each other carefully, appreciatively. Each admiring the other, wanting and desiring. Knew we looked good and hell we felt great. "Do you think I should put something over myself to go out?" I asked him, remembering that with only the chaps and posing strap I was literally bare-arsed.
"No way, hunk. I love it." He said immediately. "We may get some stares getting from here to the bar though." And he grinned again.
"I’ll call a cab, get us collected from the front door." I said "No need to walk the streets. This may be an open minded city but there are still some wierdoes out there"
When the cab arrived, we walked out arm in arm, and hopped in, ready for some comment from the driver. But the comment we got surprised us both.
"Wherever you’re going guys, I’ll be there as soon as my shift finishes. Fuck that looks hot!" came the voice from the driver’s seat. The cabbie was a young guy who swivelled around to look long and wistfully at us, adjusting himself as he did. Mike and I looked at each other and grinned wide. I dropped my hand to his lap and squeezed his dick gently, getting a reassuring responding squeeze on my thigh from him. The cab dropped us right outside the bar, and as we sauntered across the footpath a couple of guys further up the street rewarded us with wolf whistles. I was ecstatic, and I could tell Mike was equally pleased and proud.
Inside the bar, it was reasonably crowded but still plenty of room to move around. We settled ourselves at a high table so we could stand and talk and look around at the same time. The place was full of leather and denim. Guys dressed in all kinds of gear, strutting around, or lounging and looking enviously. And we attracted more than our fair share of stares and comments. A couple of times different men approached us with requests or suggestions for threesomes or more, but each time Mike politely turned them down. My heart swelled and I felt so proud and so honoured that not only was I here with this incredibly hot hunk, but that he was not in the least interested in anyone but me, except to show off or admire.
We talked and drank for quite a while, the whole time watching the bar crowd. Whenever he moved I could see the rippling of Mike’s legs through his chaps, and the inviting bulge of his pole in the gripping black shorts. When he went to the bar for a drink I watched as he walked away from me, drank in the sight of his perfect round cheeks framed by the chaps and encased in glossy black leather. And plenty of others watched as he walked as well, so that when he returned to me I felt so proud to be the one he was with. And I also could tell that plenty of attention was directed to me. I happily strutted up to the bar when it was my turn to get the drinks, feeling the stares at my arse, the longing looks directed at me, especially my groin. After one such trip, Mike said to me when I rejoined him "Fuck you look good in that, I can see your cock clear as day, and black as night in that leather, and every other poor bastard in this bar is wishing he was in my shoes right now!" That made me so horny, and I felt so good that I just turned to him and planted my lips over his, kissing him long and hard, letting my hands do some serious exploration right there in front of everyone. As I pulled away he smiled again. Our hands constantly touched, wandered, explored as we talked, showing ourselves off to the patrons, and earning some very appreciative comments as we did.
As the night wore on, and the comments from the other drinkers got more and more explicit, the atmosphere in the place began to penetrate my being. The sight of so much leather, the aroma of the hide and the musky scent of male sexuality had an effect on me. I found myself getting hard and staying that way. Not that it seemed to be a problem - having an erection gave me an unbelievable sense of power and sexuality there in public, for anyone to see, encased in the black leather. Mike felt me up more and more often, and I saw that he too was hard and horny.
"I think it’s about time we ended this public display …." He whispered into my ear. " ….. there’s a few things I want to do that are just for you and me."
"Oh yeah," I responded. "This public exhibition is seriously turning me on, but I don’t think the management would appreciate us doing what I want right now!" I reached again and cupped my hand under and around his balls, massaging the leather clad orbs and delighting in the feel of him and the texture of the leather against my hand. We left as we’d arrived, arms around each other, touching and squeezing as we did. The trip home was a real exercise in restraint as we each fought the urge to attack one another in the back of the taxi. It seemed to take forever to get the front door opened, and as we fell into the house we fell onto each other, kissing, licking, biting, rubbing and squeezing, the built up need finally set free as we found ourselves alone again.
Mike didn’t wait for any invitation, and I didn’t want him to. Our need was intense and heightened by being in each other’s presence. The smell of the hide, the view of his body encased in the shining blackness had me turned on so much. I could tell he felt the same as he clawed at me, his hands covering every inch of naked flesh and leather encased muscle on my body, sending waves of passion through me. Locked together at the mouth, we dragged and pushed each other through the house to the bedroom. Once inside, we attacked each other. My hands felt the trembling of his body as I rubbed and felt the straps of leather wrapped around his torso, explored the sensuous texture of the hide enveloping his powerful legs and firm round butt cheeks. I thrilled to the touch of his fingers against my chest, and the incredible arousal as he squeezed and kneaded my balls and my cock through the strap I wore. Panting with anticipation, I lunged at him again, my hands finding the press studs at his groin, tracing the leather covering of his manly weapon as I undid the shorts front, feeling the powerful sword of his manliness spring out toward me.
I began to peel off the jacket I wore, but Mike stopped me. "NO!" he hissed. "Leave it on, all of it. I’m going to have you, and I’m going to do it in full leather. I want to taste you and feel you and see you wrapped in blackness."
My very soul ached at that. I loved this man so much, and needed him so badly at that moment. Feeling his hardness moist at the tip from the pre-cum that was gathering, I let my fingers follow the length of his shaft until I found the leather restraints around his cock root and balls. Again, I caressed him, rolled those heavy orbs in my fingers as I pulled him against me, covering his mouth with my own and exploring him with my tongue. His hands moved from my arse to my chest, and I thrilled to the feel of his fingers tracing the lines of the harness I wore, then jumped with excitement as he yet again found my pierced nipple and tweaked it firmly. I let out a long moan of appreciation as my head fell back, and I opened my eyes to take in the black clad form of the leather god hovering before me. His azure eyes pierced my soul, and I begged him to pierce my body with his very manliness.
As he pushed me back onto the bed coverings, I indicated a drawer at the side of the bed and he nodded. Taking the lube and the condom from their place, he tore at the foil covering urgently, as he smeared the cool sticky gel around my twitching hole. "Mike …." I called to him, the urgency in my voice obvious. He rolled the prophylactic over his proud weapon so that it glistened in the half light from the other room, matching the rest of his glistening black clad body. Positioning himself over me, he raised my legs until my booted feet were at his shoulders, the dark hide of the chaps gripping at my thighs and framing his upper body. The cap he wore emphasised the brightness of his eyes, and I looked to see the searching point of his cock as he lowered himself to position. As I felt the hardness of his cockhead against my sphincter, I reached for his hips and guided him into me. My hole relaxed as the tip of his steel rod pressed against me, and I dragged myself backwards onto him. Mike gasped as his cock slid into me, and I grunted with the sudden pain of the invasion. The pain quickly mixed with and then was overtaken by pleasure as his turgid dick buried itself inside me.
Impaling myself upon him, I felt the leather of his vest and harness crash against my skin, felt his leather covered balls mash into my arse cheeks. My vision was full of him, leaning into me as he took my willing rectum for his own. My sphincter, assaulted by his weapon, protested and clenched around him, and I reached again to hold him in place. My legs wrapped around his body as my rectum wrapped around his sword and I willed him to take me. Half supporting himself on one hand, his other hand reached forward and twisted at my tit, sending spasms of pleasurable pain through my chest. The ecstasy of his touch combined with the strength of his cock possessed my body. My world seemed centred on two points - my nipple and my arse, and those two points seemed to radiate an incredible feeling of pure male sex throughout my being. Mike trembled atop me, his eyes boring into me as he began to thrust his mighty cock in and out of my willing body. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, he plunged himself into me, and withdrew again to bury himself even deeper. With each motion I clenched and pushed, meeting his rhythm with my own. Before long we became one. A single rocking being, the musk of man sex and leather heavy on us and around us as we fucked.
My leather lover attacked me, and I wanted more. He pounded in and out of me, thumping my body with his own, sinking his steel hard sword into me. We raced each other, grunting and urging, my cock swollen and twitching as I felt his ravage me. The squeaking of our leather harmonised with our grunts and profanities as we rutted, building faster and faster to the peak of joining as our single entity drove itself to the brink. His pounding cock thrust again and again, and my clenching body gripped at him for all I was worth. He fucked me hard, and I fucked him back, our mutual need finding its escape in abandonned lust. The ache of passion built and spread, and I knew I was approaching the abyss. He called to me in a half strangled voice "Neale …. I’m ……. Cuuuuuuu " and then he exploded. His body tensed, his powerful man sword buried itself one last time to the hilt in my hot wet scabbard and he emptied himself into me.
The power of his orgasm shook us both, and at the moment that he erupted my own balls heaved and spewed their load up and out through my red hot poker, my manjuice flying between us, coating us both. We came to a complete stop, not moving except for the simultaneous jerking of our cocks as they jetted load after load of searing white jizz. The world seemed to spin out of control as I surrendered to the total passion engulfing me, lost in the power of the man inside me, yet somehow fully conscious of the incredible black leather that supported us, bound us, and intensified our loving.
As the tsunami of passion receded, my body felt spent but so incredibly satisfied. Mike collapsed against me, his manhood still hard and still buried within me. My legs were wrapped around him, and my arms pulled him down onto me, squelching the remnants of my passion between us. Wordlessly, I looked deep into his eyes, and we kissed. Long, loving, sated. Our kiss the culmination of our spent need, the fulfillment of our joining. Connected to him physically as I was, I refused to let go, wanting him to stay there, buried within me forever. Unfortunately, nature took over, and even as my own tube of male flesh began to flag, I felt his long pole soften inside me. Withdrawing carefully, he removed the latex sheath and flung it away, falling to lie beside me now so we could resume our exploration of each others’ mouth.
Totally exhausted and at the same time exhilarated by the events of the day, by our blossoming love, we fell into the comfort of sleep as we were, side by side, still encased in our empowering leather, needing nothing else to make us completely happy.
To be continued ….
Over breakfast on Sunday morning, Mike and I reminisced on the events of the day before. The pure exhilaration of showing off in the bar, and coming home to make love urgently, powerfully. We discussed the things we had seen in the leather boutique yesterday afternoon, the clothing and toys they offered, and how much we would both like to try some of the things we saw. Our shared appreciation of leather was so mutual, and so strong, that we knew we could discuss anything with each other. The relationship we were building, whilst still only days old, was becoming a powerful bond, and one that I wanted to strengthen and solidify.
"Mike, …" I began slowly, thinking. "how would you feel about getting some things for us to ‘share’? That backroom in the leather shop yesterday really got me horny, and started me thinking. I can’t imagine anything better than making love with you with both of us dressed in full black leathers, but then maybe some of the ‘toys’ they had could be a lot of fun to experiment with too. And it might be nice to have some things that we could call ‘ours’, you know, together. What do you think?"
His piercing blue eyes lit up as his face split into a huge smile. "I think that sounds like a great idea. So good, in fact, that I had already planned to ask you if you wanted to go ‘shopping’ this morning with me. One of those big black dildoes could be interesting, and I wouldn’t mind having another look at a harness I noticed there for you - it was a really full on arrangement with a jockstrap sort of ‘built-in’ to it."
I laughed at the look of anticipation on his face, the smile in his eyes. Reaching to him, I kissed him quickly and gave his cock a squeeze through the shorts he was wearing, finding it already half hard. "What’s this?" I pretended mock surprise.
"Well, just thinking about you and leather and toys is going to get me hard!" he grinned, " … besides, I’m always feeling randy around you. It’s only the degree that varies!" As he said it, his hand closed over my own stiffening tumescence, and we hugged and kissed again. I felt so happy, so comfortable with this man. I knew I could share any fantasy with him without fear or rejection. I slid over against him, turning on the lounge we shared so that my head rested in his lap, and his hand sat lightly on my stomach, his fingers absently tracing circles on my skin. I was so happy, and I realised that this was truly love that I felt for this strong, beautiful man.
"You know …" I looked up, almost lost in those turquoise eyes, " … I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be someone’s ‘slave’. It’s like a deep fantasy that I’ve never shared with anyone, never met anyone I wanted to share it with, until now …" My voice trailed off, waiting for a reaction from him.
"Oh, Neale, …" he looked down at me, his eyes wide, searching. "I can’t tell you what it means to hear you say that. I’ve never told anybody this, but I have always had this secret dream, fantasy, whatever you want to call it, about having a hot man being under my control, so that I could do whatever I wanted to him, with him. And I knew last Friday night just exactly what he would look like - and now he’s lying here in my lap offering what I wasn’t brave enough to ask for!"
I didn’t say a word, just pulled his face down to mine, our lips meeting as we kissed deep and long, enjoying each other’s taste, sharing ourselves as only lovers can. I thought my heart would burst with the feelings I had for him at that moment.
As we dressed, talking excitedly about our ‘shopping trip’ and teasing each other lightly over secret desires and hidden longings, playing the game lovers play with each other, I marvelled at the way we had become so close so quickly. Mike looked at me, becoming serious. "Neale, I love you!" he declared. I smiled into his face. "I love you too, my man." I said, meaning it with all my heart.
We ambled along King Street together, at ease with the world. His hand would occasionally brush my leg, or cup my arse, and I began to fall into the habit of touching him often, on the arm, the leg, the side. It was something I liked and felt so natural, and in this part of town didn’t cause too much comment from others on the street at all. Finding our way into the same leatherwear boutique we’d visited yesterday, the assistant who had shown us the backroom looked up as we entered, recognition dawning. "Gentlemen, how are you?" he asked enthusiastically, sensing a sale. He ushered us quickly into the curtained off area at the back, smiling as he did. Again we examined the toys on offer, picking up different objects and using our imaginations. There was no sense of guilt or secrecy. It was business as usual, except that our purchases were obviously designed for masculine sexual pleasure, and it was this shop’s intent to supply exactly what we may wish for.
Mike chose first a larger than life black rubber dildo. It was moulded into the shape of a realistic erect penis, complete with veins and cockhead, testicles and all. He held it up and looked to me for approval, his eyes uncertain. I smiled widely and nodded, licking my lips and grinning at him when the shop assistant turned away. Seeing his discomfort, and the swelling in the front of his jeans, I went to stand behind him, leaning against him and rubbing myself against his arse, so he could feel my hardon through the denim. Looking over his shoulder in this position, I picked up a butt plug, rubber and black as night, about 15 cm long from base to tip. The ‘point’ was rounded and smooth, and the shaft widened from less than a centimetre to a flange of at least five or six centimetres diameter before quickly shrinking back to a narrow circle against the base. As I held it in front of both of us, Mike whispered "Do you think you could take THAT?"
"I can sure try!" I hissed back, " … but we better get some amyl as well!"
He smiled. "Oh yeah! I’m getting hornier by the second!".
Just then the sales assistant returned, and we tried to hide our excitement, simply handing him the butt plug for adding to our account. Mike added a solid steel cock ring to our collection, and a leather binding strap that was designed to push the testicles down and away from the shaft of the wearer’s cock. "For me." He said as it was wrapped and set aside. Together we spotted, examined and then decided on a set of balls, five of them, each around three centimetres in diameter, strung out on a string, the whole arrangement encased in black latex.
"And this!" Mike declared, moving to the rack of harnesses. He lifted out and held up a set of leather straps. "Can we check to make sure the size is right for Neale?" he said to the assistant. As measurements were made, I checked the harness carefully. It consisted of two shoulder straps that connected at the back at a single metal ring, but met at the front at separate metal circles connected to each other by two steel rods, hinged in the middle to allow some flexibility. The two front metal rings were designed to sit over and frame the wearer’s nipples, and two more black leather straps ran from these to the single ring at the back. At the back, a single leather band fell about 15cm to another ring, then yet another band of leather falling a further 15 cm to another metal ring. At the front, two leather straps were connected, one from each of the rings around the wearer’s nipples, downwards at an angle to two more rings, and from them two more straps connected to a single ring at the navel, so that the leather and metal formed a "V" from nipples to navel. Between the two rings halfway down these straps a silver chain was attached. Leather bands then connected from the two ‘halfway’ rings, and from the navel ring, around the ribs and waist respectively, to the corresponding metal rings on the back, so that the effect was of having three different levels of binding leather wrapped around the body with a double "V" of leather and metal across the front of the torso. The lowest circle of leather which sat just above the hips was actually a series of short leather straps joining metal rings which sat on the front of either hip, and again just above each buttock, to the side. From these rings was suspended a leather pouch-like jockstrap, so that the leather support bands went around the side of the cheeks, and joined just below where the testicles would be to a pouch to hold the wearer’s balls and cock, with the front supports connecting back to the rings at the hips.
I loved it. The whole thing was such a turn on, I began getting very hard right there in the shop, and wondered if I was going to be able to lose that erection before we needed to venture out into public again. Mike looked long at the harness then at me, then back to the harness before turning to my face. "You are going to look so incredible in that!" he stated quietly. "I can’t wait to get you into it, and then get my hands on you!".
While the assistant wrapped our purchases, Mike wandered off to look at some of the larger items on display. His attention was yet again drawn to the sling hanging in the centre of the room. As he did, I picked up a leather paddle - it consisted of two stiff pieces of leather joined just above a leather covered handle - and had the assistant include it in our parcel without Mike seeing. Going to him, I slid my hands up his back and around his chest, squeezing his nipples lightly. "That looks great" I said to him, indicating the sling, " … but I think we’ve bought enough for one day, don’t you?"
"It would look even better with you lying in it!" he said, "… but yeah, enough for today. Unfortunately!"
We paid for our purchases quickly, thanking the smiling guy behind the counter, and drifted back slowly through the main shop to the street, to find a café for a bite to eat before we headed home.
Once we were back at my place, it was time to open our package and begin our journey of discovery. Like two little kids at Christmas, we laughed at each other and our anticipation at the contents of the parcel even though we had only bought it an hour or so ago. Mike pulled out the harness and laid it out on the bed, looking at it and then to me, licking his lips slowly and grinning mischievously at me, the lust not only obvious but matched by my own. He unwrapped and set out the dildo, and the butt plug, running his fingers along each, as my cock involuntarily began to harden. His cockring and ball separator sat invitingly on the covers and I winked at him, saw his jeans bulge and smiled. The string of balls was next, and we looked at each other, and grinned. "This is going to be so hot!" he said as he waved the spheres before my eyes.
There were still two unopened bags. I puzzled over them. One was of course the paddle, but what was the other? I could see Mike’s confusion as well, and he lifted the first package up, undoing the paper. A pair of handcuffs! Mike smiled at my surprise and delight.
"When did you get them?"
"While the guy was wrapping the harness," he said.
"Mmmmm …" I grinned again.
He turned to the other package, finding the paddle. "So we both did a little ‘surprise’ shopping" I said. Mike had a look of uncertain concern on his face.
"Neale … I just don’t know if I’m ready for inflicting pain …" he hesitated.
"I don’t want you to. I’m not interested in pain. I don’t find the S/M thing exciting, and don’t want you hurting me. Look closer at it. A light slap and it makes a loud noise as the two straps bang together, gives the effect without causing any more than a slight tingle."
His face brightened considerably. I held him tightly. "Mike, I want to be your ‘sex-slave’, but I’m not into being hurt. At least, not badly. A little sting might be part of the game. I just thought this might help set the scene for us."
He hugged me back. "Neale, I thought for a second we were on different tracks, but we’re not. You said what it is - a ‘game’. Sex games, for us to share together, but not a serious lifestyle. Once the game is finished, I want us to be lovers, equals, sharing everything."
"Whatever you say, Sir" I pretended to be serious, until he realised I was joking and we laughed easily, together again.
"I think it’s time we tried out some of this new ‘equipment’!" he said, looking evilly at me from the corner of his eye.
Happily, I donned the new harness we had bought, Mike helping me into it. The binding straps of smooth black leather with their smell of newness were firm but felt so good against my skin. As I pulled the leather around me and adjusted it, Mike tightened the straps and let his fingers run along the edges of the leather bands, just touching my skin as he did and sending thrills through me. With the rings set over my nipples, highlighting them, he pulled at the pierced left tit, making me moan with delight. My dick was already hardening as I settled myself into the soft leather pouch which cradled my balls and pulled taut across my cock, and he gave my love pole a squeeze through the leather. The texture of the hide and the aroma of the tanned skin was fantastic. I reached for my chaps as Mike struggled to get his growing erection into the new metal cockring, then pulled his balls down and fixed the snap-on leather band around them, stretching them away from his body. He looked so hot that I stopped dressing myself to watch him adjust himself in the restraint. Mike began to fasten his own harness around his torso as I buckled my chaps together and smoothed the shining black leather against my legs, sliding it into place and zipping up the inside legs. I let my hands run over my own leather encased thighs as I straightened it, revelling in the sensational feel of the leather enveloping me.
Mike also pulled on his chaps, straightening them and settling into them. He had opted to wear no covering over his masculinity, and his proud sword of manliness stood out from his body, already engorged and accentuated by the cockring around the base of his shaft. I quickly pulled on my boots and when I looked to him again he had placed his cap on his head and was reaching for his boots.
"Wait!" I called to him. Pushing him into a sitting position on the bed, I knelt at his feet and slid first one and then the other of his boots onto his feet, doing them up and checking they were properly positioned. He stood up, satisfied. I was still on my knees at his feet. "May I clean your boots for you, Sir?" I asked, looking up at him, his powerful cock hanging over me as I knelt prone before him.
"Go ahead, boy!" he said, and my cock twitched with the excitement his tone of voice stirred in me. I began licking, moistening each foot in turn, polishing his boots with my tongue. Gradually I worked my way up, slurping and kissing his ankles, and then his thighs, shining the leather of his chaps with my mouth as my lips and tongue absorbed the sensations of the leather and delighted in the feel of his muscled legs through the black hide. I breathed in the scent of the leather, tasted it, felt the texture against my tongue and hands as I ministered to my lover’s shining black legs, massaging thighs then calves with my lips. Higher and higher I inched my way up, until I reached the point where his chaps gave way to the naked skin of his groin. I traced the edges of his chaps with my tongue, moistening his skin as I did.
Pulling away for a moment, I found my face level with his jewels, and spotted the first gem of liquid at the slit of his weapon. My tongue darted out and I scooped the sticky fluid from him, tasting him. My tongue began to dance across the top of his cock, then gently along his powerful shaft, feeling the veins, the pulsing muscle. I massaged his testicles with my lips, swallowing each in turn and rolling the firm balls around in my mouth. He let out a long soft moan and I knew I was pleasing the hunk standing before me clad in supple black leather. I worked my way along the edge of his pole, finding and following the line of the metal cockring around the base of his cock, licking and tasting the leather restraint that pushed his balls away from him.
As I knelt before him, I could feel the tautness of the leather harness straps against my upper body, and the firm grip of the tanned black hide wrapped around my legs, the supple leather gripping my groin and creaking as I moved. The sensations flowed over me. The feel of the leather against me, the look of it stretched across Mike’s body emphasising his every movement, the scent of the new leather around me and the worn hide on Mike mixing with the musky buildup of male sex grew stronger and stronger. Unable to resist, I leaned back, looking long at the mighty weapon throbbing inches from my face, and swallowed it. My lips closed around his shaft as my throat enveloped him, clenching at his length as I fought the urge to gag and drew him deep into my gullet. The heat of his erection mixed with my saliva as I worked to coat him in warm moistness. I sucked at his length, letting the edges of my teeth scrape along his shaft and over the sensitive skin at the lip of his cockhead. Bobbing down against him before backing off and diving again. My hands went to his butt, squeezing and massaging his cheeks, feeling the lines of the chaps as they framed his rounded arse. I felt his hands at my head, and suddenly he was pushing himself into my mouth. He thrust and withdrew, thrusting again, his hands firm at my head as he fucked my face with long powerful but measured strokes. I relaxed my throat and accepted the intruding meat as he buried himself in my mouth.
Relishing the forceful invasion I concentrated on slurping and gripping at his cock, as my hands played across his butt, my fingers exploring, finding and tracing the leather band surrounding his ball sac and restraining the heaving nuts within. The pressure on his jewels made Mike hump at me even faster, pounding his pud into my face, taking his pleasure from the heated wetness of my throat. His hands at either side of my head gripped harder as he pushed into my mouth again, then I felt him slow, resist the urge to continue, and ease me away from him.
Mike lifted me to my feet, to stand face to face with him. The sweat glistened on his chest and the leather bands around his body gleamed in the light. His mighty cock, so recently moistened by my saliva, pointed forward, nudging at me and shining while the sheen of the black leather encasing his legs was mirrored in the polish of his boots. Our mouths met, locking together as his hands began to explore my body. I felt the silky touch of his fingers trace the lines of my harness, tweaking my nipple and tugging at the piercing, slowly sliding down to prod at the bulging mass of my leathered tube of manmeat before caressing the hidebound spheres of my balls. The thrill of his touch sent sparks of electricity through me, my body tingling. He turned me around, so my back was to him, pressing forward so that his moist hard prick rubbed against the bare skin of my arse, finding and exploring the crack between my cheeks. His arms encircled my chest as I felt the leather of his harness against my back, the smooth texture of his chaps at my legs. His fingers again attacked my nipples, both pierced and unpierced, and I moaned softly at the pleasure. I felt his breath at my neck, and suddenly his teeth were nipping and biting at the sensitive skin above my shoulders, then pulling firmly at my earlobe.
He let go of my head and began to push me forward, bending me over. His boots at the insides of my feet nudged my legs apart and I almost fell forward, taking my weight on my elbows as I opened myself to him. I felt him move for a moment and then return to position, his hand coming to my face. He was holding a bottle of amyl to me, and I took it from him, unscrewing the top and holding it tight, not yet ready to need its relaxant blood rush. Another cool touch at my rear. He was applying lubricant to my hole, gently opening me with a finger which probed inwards. It was followed by a second digit as he worked my anus, forcing me to relax and accept the foreign but welcome intrusion. His hand withdrew and I tried to turn, but he held me in place as I felt the fingers replaced at the entrance to my body by a firmer, rounder object. The dildo! The solid black head of that artificial cock was lubed and cool as it pressed at me. I willed myself to relax as I felt the pressure behind it. Mike eased it forward, letting me accustom myself to the rounded tip. My hole puckered and flexed. I took a slight draw at the amyl and as I felt the onrush of blood, I pushed back, opening myself. Taking his cue from my reaction, Mike pressed forward again and the head of the dildo popped inside my rectum.
There was momentary pain, which was quickly overborne by a sense of fulfillment as my arse adjusted to the black rubber phallus. The rush of the amyl helped as I squirmed with the discomfort of the invader. As I adjusted to this new sensation, Mike pressed further, easing the shaft of the dildo firmly into me, the head rubbing against my prostate and sending tingles through me. Feeling that rubber dong hit my g-spot, the pleasure hit me like a wave. My man held the dildo firmly as I bucked against it, experiencing incredible feelings as he slid it into me, my hole gripping then relaxing to grip again as it slowly slid into me. Mike pushed again, moving it from side to side and I moaned as the feelings engulfed me. Pulling it back a bit then pushing forward again, Mike whistled as the long black prong entered me. "Fuck that is hot!" he declared. "your arse is opening around a huge black cock, and your chaps are framing the whole thing. I can’t wait to get inside you myself!" His comments served to excite me even more and I pushed back again at the rod within me.
Mike began to move it in and out, each entry pushing a little deeper into my gut. The dildo was long and wide, but I willed myself to accept it, to take it further and further. Taking another toke at the bottle of amyl, I urged him on. My man needed little encouragement, shoving at me again, this time burying the entire length of the fake prong inside me, the hard rubber testicles pressing against my arse cheeks, the solidity of the cock filling me completely. Groaning as the whole thing was buried in me, I began to move back and forward on it. Mike responded by pushing it into me then pulling back and pushing again, moving it from side to side as he did. The waves of pleasure bounded through me and he began to hiss at me.
"Come on, boy, take this … feel the whole thing open your arse … you like it in there, don’t you? … Love having that hot little arse filled with rubber, eh? …"
I followed his lead. "Yes, sir … love that thing in me…need to be fucked Sir … feels so good in there … Oh yeah…" I hissed.
Mike began to really shove the dildo into me now. His hand held tight to the base as he pounded my arse with the dark rubber, his other hand grabbing and squeezing my cock through the leather pouch that was part of my harness. He kneaded my meat, pulled at me as he thrust the artificial cock into my body. His own cock rubbed against my leg. I could feel it hard and strong, against the leather of my chaps, begging to be allowed to attack me. I grunted and groaned, calling out and begging for more.
Suddenly, he withdrew the dildo in one sudden fluid movement, leaving me empty. I gasped at the unexpected cessation of the attack.
"Swing yourself around here, boy!" he demanded. "On your back, now."
I complied, and as I did, he took the handcuffs and slipped one over each of my wrists, attaching them to the head of the bed. I looked up into his eyes, feeling very vulnerable. The look in those deep blue pools reassured me, and excited me. He was playing our game, and just as turned on by it as I was. Standing between my legs, he was a vision in black leather, from the cap on his head to the shining black chaps encasing his powerful legs. The bands of his harness shone and creaked, the whole outfit dominated by his mighty cock rampant at his groin, pushed up and out by the cockring and leather snap he wore. A leather god, about to have his way with me, and I wanted it, wanted him, badly.
He brandished the dildo at me again, holding it up for me to see before lowering it to press against my now empty hole. I flexed and puckered, and he shoved it into me hard and fast, the pain made me gasp, then moan as it disappeared, replaced by pleasure again. Mike held the amyl to me and I took a deep draft this time as he worked the fake prong inside me. Grabbing a condom as he positioned himself, he rolled it down over himself, lifted my knees to his shoulders and pulled the dildo from my arse yet again. Before I had a chance to recover, his cockhead was at my opening. One shove and the cool solidity of the dildo was replaced by the searing living heat of his spear as he buried himself in me. The difference between the two was incredible. The dildo had been exciting, stimulating, enjoyable. Mike’s cock was tremendous, burning, alive. My legs wrapped around his back and my restrained arms struggled in the cuffs as he dropped his full weight against my body, sinking that living monster of manhood deep within my chute. The heat of his weapon filled me, as he took possession of my body. I bucked against him, clenching my sphincter around his thick pole as he thrust and withdrew to thrust again.
His body crashed onto mine, grinding leather into leather. The aroma of sex and hide mixed and filled the air. The texture of the leather rubbed my chest and legs as the latex covered tube of sex pounded me. I pulled at the cuffs, pretending to struggle, but engulfed in pleasure. His face was on my chest, and he sought my nipple, biting and rolling the nipple ring in his teeth as he fucked at me. Falling into a rhythm, he plunged in, pulled back and sank again. My body moved with his, taking him, gripping his manmeat. I grunted and moaned and he responded by fucking me harder and faster. Deeper and deeper he ploughed my hole, using me, taking his pleasure from me, and giving me more pleasure than I thought possible.
The sensation of electricity started at my anus and spread through my entire body. My world seemed concentrated on my hole, until Mike began to massage my cock and balls through the leather envelope in which they sat. He kneaded my tube of flesh, massaged and rolled my nuts as his rock hard weapon invaded my innards over and over again. My body reached new levels of desire as the passion engulfed me, and I called out to him, urging him harder and deeper. He obliged, pounding again and again, burying his sword into me, taking all I had to offer. And as he did, I took him. Opened myself and accepted his steel hardness, begged for more. I needed him, wanted him, and I had him. As he owned my body, I took possession of his masculinity, held it and gripped it, milked it.
Together we bounced and fucked, becoming as one, a frenzied rutting animal. His powerful cock thundering in and out of me, my writhing body his plaything as the tide of passion surged higher and higher. As we approached a crescendo together, he called out to me, warning me. I urged him on, begging him to fill me. With a final crashing thrust he sank so deeply into me I thought I was being split apart, and he shuddered into stillness. As he did, his hand fell to my groin, pulling back at the leather pouch and releasing my throbbing member which he clenched in his hand. Simultaneously, my heaving roiling balls contracted and emptied themselves. I felt the rush of cum filling my cock, unable to erupt because of the vice like grip Mike had on my rod. His entire body went rigid, his long hard meat swelling inside me. I felt the explosion as his balls overcame the restraint around them, and his white hot juice filled the condom, filling me as it did. His grasp on my own pole loosened and suddenly spurt after spurt of white liquid erupted from me, drenching our stomachs. Waves of release crashed over us, and we collapsed into each other, still twitching and emptying, joined physically as we climaxed and subsided as one.
When the power of our orgasm ebbed, Mike lifted his body weight from me, and carefully withdrew. I gripped at his manliness until the last, reluctant to surrender it. Pulling the condom from himself, he flung it away, laying back beside me, and undoing the cuffs from my wrists. Together we recovered, holding each other, our hands playing across the leather and skin of each other’s bodies as our mouths locked in a long tender kiss of shared and sated lust and heightened love.
Feeling totally spent, and so incredibly fulfilled by him, I lay there, drinking in with my eyes the sight of him still encased in shining black leather.
"Mike, you know that was just unbelievable …" I started. "… but, well, … it would be so much better if we didn’t need to use a condom…" I hesitated, looking to his eyes for his reaction.
"Fuck, yes, don’t I know it." He stated emphatically. "I would so much like to make love with you without the need for that…".
We looked again at each other, each deep in thought.
"I was tested about a month ago, and was negative then …" he started hesitantly.
"Same for me, clear only six weeks ago. Have you heard the promotion the Health Department pushes - the ‘TTTT’ for couples?" I asked quietly.
"Talk, Test, Test, Trust" he answered. "Yeah, I’ve heard of it. Talk about your status and feelings together, Test for the virus. Test again in three months. Trust each other to be faithful and not to sleep around. Neale, I love you. I know it’s only been a few days, but I don’t need any longer to know how much you mean to me. Would you consider …"
"Mike, I’ve known since Friday night that you’re the man for me. If it’s too fast, tell me, but I love you and need you, and if you feel as strongly as I do, then I would love to offer total devotion, and trust to you."
His eyes filled with tears as he took my face in his hands and kissed me. "Let’s get tested this afternoon!" he said simply.
Mike and I had gone together to the clinic and both been tested for HIV. Within a week we had the results - both were clear. We had both expected the result, had both been careful for a long long while now, yet it was always still a concern during that time between the test and the result, always a worry that at some time a condom had broken, or the so-called safe oral sex hadn’t been safe after all. Not that the waiting had slowed our sex-life down any. Now that I had found my perfect man, I was making sure that we could be together every possible moment. The excitement of finding ourselves, and finding our shared love of leather, meant that we spent all our time away from work at one or the other’s home, and a fairly hefty slice of our time was occupied with the most wonderful, hottest sex imaginable.
Leather was the binding force, our shared passion, but it was not the only thing that held us together. Mike and I seemed to have so much in common as we discovered over the next weeks. We both loved the same type of restaurants, read the same authors, liked the same movies. There were little disagreements, over minor things like cleaning up around the house - I was a slob, he insisted on tidiness. Or transport. I was dedicated user of public transport, he had a bike which was being serviced the weekend we met, and which I could not bring myself to ride on despite his insistence that it was safe. Still, if we had been identical in every respect it would have gotten boring, like being in love with yourself. And ‘boring’ was one thing he was not!
We had also used the time well in exploring our ‘secret’ desires. Having opened up to each other about our longings to experiment with the "Master/slave" aspect of sex, we had begun to discover incredible excitement in playing our games together, and had started making good use of the toys we had bought that first weekend. Dressed in shining black leather, Mike would use me as his sex object, and I willingly surrendered, as he plied me with any of the toys we had, then took my body for his own, giving us both the most extreme joy. After our first day when my arse had been ravaged by the dildo, we had been eager to try out all of our other toys. The first time that Mike had used the paddle on me was just incredible.
It was several days since we had done our ‘shopping trip’, and the dildo, butt plug and string of balls had all been put to excellent use. Gradually we were opening up a whole new exciting world of leather and sex and submission/domination. One night, at his place, we had skipped dinner in order to indulge in our favourite pastime. Mike was wearing a full harness of the most wonderful gleaming black leather which formed an "X" on his chest with a single wide band connecting the straps around his upper torso to a metal ring around his navel, side straps that circled his waist, and another band of black hide that descended to his groin, disappearing under the band of a shining leather jock. The jock itself had a hole cut in the front so that his huge meat, which I worshipped as often as I