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Chapter 1 By iainlthr@hotmail.com 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." 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. 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. |