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 him 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 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 circle 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.
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