"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."
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.
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