The antique boot-black stand had resided in the back of the shop for months, the varnished oak of the massive platform and the polished brass foot brackets almost glowing in restored newness. The soft black leather upholstery of the huge throne-like oak seat invited one to sit and stretch out their booted feet onto the foot brackets and lean back relaxing while a kneeling boot-black...
“Fuck, what’s that?” Terry said out loud to the empty alley. He’d kicked something in the darkness -- something hard -- and almost stumbled as he did. Bending down and peering more closely at his feet, he found a pair of boots. Looking around quickly, he found the place deserted, no one in sight. The boots were tall, black leather, and seemed to be in good condition. Picking them up ...
Private Club for Men into Serious Leather, meet last Sunday each month’ said the small, classified advert in one of the gay papers, giving an address. My curiosity was aroused immediately. Today was Sunday, the last of the month, wasn’t it? Yep. Just how private, and just how serious? I decided to give the place a visit and see for myself. Determined to show I was ‘into serious...
[Author's note: This chapter of ‘Work It Out’ was specifically requested by Rick, a muscle leatherman who is a fan of my writing. Rick came up with the idea for the scene, and asked for a specific position that the guys get into. If you prefer the idea of the four guys staying friends but not getting back together in a group scene again, don't read this story. Otherwise, enjoy!] ...
Take It Or Leave It – Satisfaction When I woke again, it was still dark. The candles had burnt out, and I sensed rather than saw that the sky outside was just beginning to lighten. I was still encased in my leather harness, and as I moved a little, I felt the dried remains of last night’s mind-blowing experience scratchy on my skin. My head was resting against his leg, the supple...
He carefully cleaned, dried and oiled our leathers, and I admired the way he looked after them, as he stood there naked and proud. Finishing, he pulled the chaps back on again, smoothing them over his legs and fastening them into position. With the gleaming leather gripped tightly around his muscled legs, and the bands of leather on his arms, he truly looked a formidable sight, and...
I slept well that night, and woke up feeling surprisingly good. The ‘kennel’ was not cramped at all, and the pile of rags made a passable bed. I was stirring enough to be alert when I heard a whistle from within the house. Responding to his signal, I crawled from my kennel and stretched quickly before hurrying around to the front of the cottage and up the steps, waiting on hands...
The next morning I woke suddenly, a tingling sensation in my dick irritating me into consciousness. In the first few seconds of waking I panicked, struggled vainly at the chains holding my arms in place and fell back onto the rough blankets where I had slept. He was bending over me, having just finished tying a piece of leather thong tightly around the girth of my cock, just below the...
Crunnnchh! Suddenly I was jolted out of the thoughts buzzing around in my head about sales targets, budgets and stock problems. The car came to a grinding halt and a sickening feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. The noise from the motor had sounded very serious, and the way the engine died seemed to spell a permanent stop. “Fuck!” I declared loudly to the empty land around me. ...
The very next afternoon, Pete and Steve met up again at the gym after work. Since their schedule for the week had been thrown out of whack, they decided to make their next session the Thursday evening instead of their usual Wednesday night slot. As they headed for the expanders, Steve nudged Pete, pointing. Already there, sweating against a heavy load on a leg curl machine, was Mike. ...
Pete and Steve had become regular fuck-buddies. Pete’s introduction to the delights of leather sex with Steve’s help had opened a whole new world to him, and he had happily procured his own gear, tailored and fitted to his body so that it looked great and felt fantastic. His curiosity had been aroused by seeing his friend, Mike, leathered and hot, building a relationship with Neale,...
[Note: this story is a ‘spin-off’ from my story “Leather Lovers”, and was inspired by generous comments and a suggestion from Rick, a hot leather muscle guy, and one of my regular and appreciative readers.] Pete had known Mike for years. They had met at the gym, and had become good friends, often going out together for a drink, catching up with a group of others and enjoying the...
It had been a busy fortnight. My company had sent me to Melbourne to sort out some problems in the regional office there, and that had meant two weeks of solid work, but by that Thursday night I had resolved the difficulties and had everything back up and running like clockwork, almost a week earlier than expected. My grateful supervisor had told me to take the following day off, and ...
Nerd or Not Iainlthr@hotmail.com For some reason that had escaped me, I seemed to be the ‘golden-haired boy’ at the firm where I worked. Sure, I had been blessed with good looks, which I maintained by working out at the gym regularly and, modesty aside, I did seem to have the kind of personality that allowed me to mix easily in almost any crowd. But I still had difficulty...
Leather Lovers - Pt 8 Iainlthr@hotmail.com With everything we needed to construct our ‘fantasy room’, Mike and I couldn’t wait to get started on it. We pulled up the carpet in the room easily enough, and found a smooth concrete floor underneath. He wanted to leave it as is and paint it, but I pointed out that the cement would get cold and rough on bare skin, considering what we were...
Continuity Iainlthr@hotmail.com I saw him enter the bar, and knew him straight away. Not personally, of course, but I knew his type. Curious, uncertain, knowing he wanted to try something but not even sure exactly what that something was. He wore a pair of snug fitting faded denim jeans and a tight white t-shirt under a black leather jacket. Just enough to almost fit in with the...
Leather Lovers, Part 7 Iainleather@hotmail.com Mike and I had been together now for about four and a half months. During that time we had discovered so much about each other, likes and dislikes and yet we still had so much more to find out. We’d moved in together and explored our passionate side, shared our secret fantasies and begun living them out, falling more and more in love...
Leather Lovers, Part 6 Iainlthr@hotmail.com Mike and I didn’t make love that night. After rushing around all week moving him in and making all the usual adjustments, we were tired out. Added to that, the stress of the HIV test and the waiting and wondering, even though we expected the good news, had drained us both. When we were both given a clean bill of health, it felt like the...
Leather Lovers, Part 5 Iainlthr@hotmail.com Mike and I had gone together to the clinic and both been tested for HIV. Within a week we had the results: we both were clear. We had both expected the result, had both been careful for a long, long while now, yet it was always still a concern during that time between the test and the results, always a worry that at some time a condom ...
A career move had necessitated my moving to a community on the central California coast. Prior to the move I took care to find a real estate agent from the gay community who located a unit in a primarily gay condominium complex very much to my liking. Upon moving in I was delighted to find that my neighbors were all single and obviously gay – including an incredibly gorgeous guy ...
Jim’s Closet Iainlthr@hotmail.com Jim was gay. He knew it, and it made him miserable. He was still well and truly ‘in the closet’, with the door firmly locked. He lived in a small town community where everyone knew each other and where secrets weren’t easily kept, but he had kept his. Years ago he had realised that he was attracted to other men, but the lewd and often harsh comments...
The Leather Slave I have always been curious about the leather scene, wondering what it would be like to go to a leather club. Until recently I had only been able to imagine what it would be like. I now had the chance to find out. A few weeks ago I had moved to the city from the country. I was staying with some friends for a short time until I was able to find work and a place to...
Leather Lovers, Part 4 Iainlthr@hotmail.com Over breakfast on Sunday morning, Mike and I reminisced on the events of the day before: the pure exhilaration of showing off in the bar, and coming home to make love urgently, powerfully. We discussed the things we had seen in the leather boutique yesterday afternoon, the clothing and toys they offered, and how much we would both like to...
Leather Lovers, Part 3 Iainlthr@hotmail.com It was well into the afternoon when we left Mike’s flat. The morning’s lovemaking hadn’t tired me at all. In fact, I felt exhilarated, horny, just being with him. We jumped on a train to take the few stops to my home, chatting the whole time. As he talked, Mike had a habit of touching – suddenly grabbing my arm, or putting his hand on my...
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