Gay Erotic Stories

The early light made the window shade appear to glow and Mike in his half-asleep state sensed the change. He stirred a bit and felt, as he usually did, his erect cock pressing against the sheet beneath him. The clock on the nightstand read 6:04am; the alarm hadn’t gone off. But, of course: it was Saturday. Stretching and then reaching between his legs, Mike grasped his erection in his tightly gloved hand and realized that though he had lost his leather jock he was still gloved, harnessed and wearing the glossy crotch-high, tall-heeled, square toed boots that he had worn during his love making session the night before with Chris. He turned to look at Chris and felt a pull against his temple: the paste-on leather eye-mask around his black shadowed eyes was still on his face. He lay for a moment slowly stroking his morning erection and watching the soundly sleeping Chris. Chris, in this sleeping state and minus the black leather half hood that had covered his short, spiked, glossy, black hair and hidden his dark eyes, looked almost child-like and innocent – very different from the passionate, leathered lover of the night before. Mike rolled onto his back and spread his leather-sheathed legs, continuing to fondle his hardness as he thought of their love-making, of their booted legs entwined and their gloved hands exploring every crevice of each other’s leathered body, followed by their mouths, and then the explosions of jism from the orgasms brought on by oral stimulation and anal penetrations. “God!” Mike thought, “I must have shot a quart and I’m hard again.” Chris stirred slightly and turned toward Mike, his thinly gloved hand grasping the edge of his pillow. He was now entering a state of semi-wakefulness. Chris’ eyelids fluttered slightly; Mike reached over placing his lips on them, kissing them one at a time. Chris responded by softly kissing Mike’s neck then slipped his gloved hand down between his own booted legs to the zipped open crotch of his tight leather breeches and slowly rubbing his stiffening shaft. “You were so HOT last night,” Mike whispered, pressing his lips to Chris’ slightly opened mouth. “I thought I’d never stop cumming!” Mike now began to draw Chris’ upper lip into his mouth as Chris did the same with Mike’s lower lip. For a while they lay with lips and tongues touching, panting softly as they kissed and masturbated. Their breathing was becoming more rapid as their excitement increased. Chris released his cock and reached to Mike’s gloved hand drawing it to his erection then he brought his gloved hand to Mike’s rigid shaft and began to gently manipulate him. Both were beginning to moan and work their hips back and fourth against the leathered touch of the other. “Oh Yes! Jack me! Stroke my hot cock!” Mike groaned. The feel of the soft smooth, tissue thin, leather of Chris’ gloved hand brought Mike to full extension and pre-cum began to flow from his mushroomed cockhead. Mike rolled slightly toward Chris until he was in a superior position with his chest against Chris’ pushing his harnessed tits against the thin, black, latex crop-top stretched taut over Chris’ hard nipples and his slick rigid cockhead against the glossy hide of Chris’ tight pants. “I want to ride you!” Mike groaned, “Let me hump your leather!” Chris groaned and released Mike’s cock, letting Mike swing his leg over his thigh and push his dripping rod against the gleaming black leather encasing it. In mounting Chris, Mike thrust his booted thigh between Chris’ leathered and dressage booted legs. Their leather creaked as it rubbed together and Mike pressed the smooth boot leather against Chris’ nuts and swollen cock. Both were now moaning and undulating together in unison as their slick, swollen cocks pressed against leather-clad thighs. Chris grasped the harness straps crossing Mike’s back and pulled him down tightly. Their smooth, firm bellies and nipples touched and their open mouths were again pressed tightly together, their tongues probing deeply as they kissed. Chris’ leather clad hands slid down the harness straps crossing Mike’s back and came to rest on Mike’s firm round buns. Chris clasped Mike’s clenched anal mounds tightly and pulled him down as he raised his leathered leg slightly. Mike’s hardness rammed even tighter against the smooth, tight, sensual leather encasing Chris’ leg. “Yesss! Fuck my leather!” Chris gasped “Hump my fucking thigh until we both cream!” Chris was now pushing his oozing cock against the glossy leather of Mike’s crotch high boot and rotating his hips. Their leathered thighs were becoming slick with pre-cum and both were writhing against each other with an increasing urgency. Mike threw his head back moaning through his open gasping mouth, his black shadowed and masked eyes were closed tightly. The feeling of extreme pressure was growing in his crotch and his smoothly shaved balls were drawing up tightly to his body. Orgasm was near and Mike wanted desperately to keep himself at this fantastic pre-orgasmic peak. He stopped writhing and, on outstretched arms, raised his upper body from contact with Chris’ – only their throbbing cocks and leather-clad legs were now touching with a constant even pressure. Chris dropped his head back onto his pillow and joined Mike in his gasping stillness. Neither moved for fear of ending the fantastic erotic high they were on. The wave of near climactic ecstasy passed and Chris reached up placing his gloved hands on Mike’s back then drawing himself up until his mouth was on Mike’s right nipple. His lips pulled at the erect brown protrusion and his tongue teased Mike’s firm man tit. “Oh…Yeah!” Mike groaned “Suck my tits, Babe! Suckle me like I was your bitch!” Chris’ mouth moved over Mike’s chest, his tongue slid over the leather straps and rings, then between Mike’s tits and onto his other nipple. Mike gasped as Chris nibbled on his second tit while again beginning to massage his firm round butt with leather clad hands. Both were now thrusting their groins in spontaneous synchronous rhythm and the wetness was, again, beginning to slick the leather beneath their rigid members. “Cum this time.” Chris groaned, “Drench me with your jizz.” Mike was now beyond stopping, his groans becoming louder and louder until he was crying out unintelligibly. Chris too was now completely under the spell of his impending orgasm. Chris' body arched and his leathered, dressage booted legs drew tight against Mike's long boot. "I'm cuuuuuuuummm…!" Chris gasped as his entire body seemed to jerk in orgasm. Hot juices gushed from Chris' rigid, pulsating cock and smeared onto the glossy black boot it was pressing against. Mike ground his cock into Chris' leathered thigh - it felt ready to explode. Gloved hands pulled tight on Mike's anal mounds drawing him even tighter against Chris' erupting prod. Mike's entire energy seemed to focus between his legs, his nuts drew up and his cock throbbed then began spew streams of thick jism onto the glossy black hide encasing Chris' leg. Groaning in climax both clutched each other tightly their entwined bodies taut with excitement and shuddering with tremors of ecstasy. The tremors subsided and the two leathered bodies began to relax. Mike rolled to his side and drew Chris to him gently until their bodies were again touching. Both were still panting slightly from the exertion of their encounter and climax. Mike reached to Chris' head and ran both of his gloved hands through the thick, dark, spiked hair before clasping them and drawing Chris' face to his. Just before their mouths touched, Mike whispered "Good morning!"