Leather Lovers
Chapter 3
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 fumbled 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.
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