Gay Erotic Stories

The phone rang and I picked up. It was Rick from the custom leather shop. "Your boots and shorts are ready for final fitting and polish. If you can stop by tonight after closing I can have them ready right away." It seemed odd that Rick would want to work after closing but I assumed that he just didn't want the bother of customers while doing a final fitting. "Sure, I'll stop by on the way home." I responded. I was really excited about the new boots - they were to be my first pair of crotch-highs and Rick was making me a pair of side zippered leather shorts to wear with them. After work I put on my leather jacket over my white dress shirt and tie and slipped on a pair of high black riding boots under the legs of my trim black gabardine trousers before starting my bike and heading for Rick's shop. When I arrived at the shop there was a closed sign on the door but a light was on in the back fitting area. I knocked and Rick appeared. He looked amazingly hot in a pair of skin-tight, glossy, black, leather boot-tights that encased his long slim legs from his toes to his wide-belted hips where a very fitted, open collared, silver blouse took over. Long, tight, black gloves encased Rick's hands covering the barrel cuffs of the blouse and I could see the leather band of a choker encircling his neck. I had always been somewhat turned on by Rick's smooth dark good looks but right now I was experiencing a major case of the hots. I wasn't sure if I wanted to make love to him or if I wanted him to make love to me but I sure wanted to get at what was encased in the bulging front of those glossy, black, leather boot-tights. Rick unlocked the door and I stepped inside – hoping that he wouldn't notice the embarrassing lump in the front of my close fitting trousers. "Hi! Just in time!" Rick said casually, "We can get started with your fitting right away." I followed Rick back to the fitting room - all the time watching his tight leather encased ass and the tall chunky heels of his boots. Oh! How I wanted to lick those boots! Rick stopped at a long work table and picked up a pair of black shorts made from tissue thin leather and handed them to me. "Try these on in there" he indicated a curtained dressing room. "Oh! By the way – no underwear. They'll only fit right if you're naked underneath." I entered the dressing room and quickly undressed then pulled the side zippered shorts onto my crotch and, after working my erect cock into a comfortable position, tugged the side zippers closed. The rear seam of the shorts looked like it was being swallowed by my ass crack and the remainder fit like they were molded to my body. Rick slid the curtain open and handed me a pair of long boots made from smooth glossy black calf leather. I examined the boots - they were incredible. The long shafts seemed to be shaped to fit my legs exactly and had a zipper up the back to just below my calf so that they would go on easily. Their stacked leather heels were tall and rectangular so that they looked slim from the sides and broad from the back and the toes were long and tapered then squared off. I smelled the new leather and my cock seemed to want to push its way through the thin leather of my shorts. Sitting on a bench at the back of the fitting room, I pulled on the boots, sliding my feet down the long smoothly leather-lined shafts and past the open zippers into the feet. I tugged the short zippers closed and the boots formed to my ankles. The boot shafts came all the way to my crotch, over the legs of my shorts; I was now encased in smooth glossy black leather from my toes to my waist. "Come on out and let me get a look.", Rick called from the work area, "Don't be shy." I opened the curtains and stepped out of the dressing room. The tall heels made me a little unsteady as I walked toward Rick. "Wow! You look great!" Rick said somewhat breathlessly. "Let me check the fit." Rick turned me and slid his gloved hands over my anal mounds and then onto my hips and finally onto my bulge. "Perfect!", he whispered, "all we need to do is the final polishing." I turned to return to the dressing room and remove the boots and shorts for polishing. "Where are you going?", Rick asked. "To take this stuff off for you to polish", I answered. "Oh no! The final polish has to be on your body or I can't get the gloss right." Rick pointed to the worktable, which was now covered with a padded leather mat. "Sit up here and I'll go to work." I sat on the table with my booted legs over the side and Rick sat at a bench in front of me after shedding his blouse. "Don't want to get polish on it!", he explained then handed me a pair of shoulder length black leather gloves. "So you won't get polish on your hands". I knew better. I stretched out a booted leg to Rick; he took it in a gloved hand and began smearing warmed polish onto the smooth leather, massaging and working it in from my toe to my crotch. I was beginning to pant and my cock was trying to push its way through the leather of my tight shorts. Rick took the other boot into his hand and worked polish into it exactly as he had the first – it felt incredible. Next, Rick took a soft cloth from a drawer in the worktable and began to buff the leather of my boots. I lay back moaning and began to squeeze my tits and roll my nipples as his hands slid up and down my outstretched, leather encased legs. "Do you like this?" Rick asked. "Oh fuck! Yes!" I groaned, "Don't stop." "But, I must polish your shorts as well.", Rick gasped slipping the soft polishing cloth between my legs and up onto my bulge. I began to writhe against the strokes Rick was making on my bulge as he brought the tight leather to a high gloss. "God! I want to cum!", I panted. "Not yet!", Rick responded, "We're not finished polishing." I had no idea how Rick could make the leather any glossier until he said that he was going to "spit shine" my boots and guided me to a lengthwise position on the table. This time there would be no polish, only Rick's tongue and his saliva making the boots smooth and glossy. "Yes babe!", I gasped. "Lick my boots - polish them with your tongue!" Rick lay on the table with me his face at my toes and the glossy toes of his boot-tights at my face. Grasping a booted foot in his gloved hands Rick drew it to his mouth and began to kiss and lick the smooth black leather. "69 me!" he gasped, "slide your tongue up my boots." I complied - instantly! We lay on the long padded work table moaning and making slurping sounds as our tongues and lips worked up each other's boots, upwards toward our bulging crotches and the rigidly hard cocks encased in the thin leather of our tights. Rick's tongue slid from the top of my boot onto the thin, tight, black leather of my shorts, his open mouth came down on my bulge and he began to suck my leather-encased cock. Gasping, I opened the zip-around of Rick's boot-tights and began to lick his smooth, hairless balls. Gloved hands moved to my hips and Rick tugged both of my side zippers open at once. My shorts fell away from my body and Rick's mouth instantly found the head of my cock. I gasped when he began to suck me and clasped the back of his head in my gloved hands drawing him forward until my entire shaft was in his mouth. My tongue slid up Rick's balls and onto the base of his cock. Precum had dribbled down from Rick's glans and I now tasted it's saltiness as I worked my mouth up and onto its source. Each of us was clasping the other's anal mounds, holding each other tightly, working ourselves toward mutual climax. I felt as though my cock would burst in Rick's mouth as his suction pulled at my juices. My mouth was filling with Rick's precum and becoming slippery. I worked my head back and forth on his rigid prod. Then, Rick shuddered and I felt his cock begin to twitch - his climax was begining. I drew back and cried out "On my boots! Oh shit! Cream my boots!" Rick rose to his knees holding his twitching cock in his gloved hand and turned straddling me. Hot spunk jetted from his jerking member and onto the gleaming leather encasing my legs. While the thick wads of Rick's white jism spattered the lower portion of my boots I gasped in ecstasy, my own cock now dancing and jerking and spewing streams of my juices onto the smooth leather encasing my upper legs. Finally, our orgasms subsided and Rick fell facing me his mouth against mine, his tongue slithering over mine. "You know that ruined the shine!" he panted as he drew back for a breath. "I guess you're just going to have to start over", I moaned. "Guess so!", Rick responded as he pressed his mouth back onto mine and pushed his wet crotch against me.