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.
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