Gay Erotic Stories

Tim had had a bad day. In fact, he’d had a bad month. His lover of three years had suddenly announced that it wasn’t working any more at the beginning of the month. Not that Tim was particularly upset. They hadn’t been seeing eye to eye for quite some time, it just came as a surprise that he didn’t want to work at solving the problems. Then the landlord had announced that he was selling the flat and Tim had to move out. He was supposed to be gone by next week and had no idea where he was going to go. His car died shortly after. Again, no surprise, it was nearly 15 years old and he’d been saying for years he was just going to drive it into the ground before he got another, but now the time had come he had no idea how he could pay for a new one.

It seemed to be the end of his life when two days after the car went, he and his colleagues at work were herded into the boss’s office to be told, all in the most apologetic terms, that the company was folding. Of all times! So there he was: no home, no car, no job, and no partner. Might as well just end it all he told a couple of friends, only half-joking. His friends had rallied with offers of short-term help, money, somewhere to stay, but he knew that would wear pretty thin pretty quickly. The fastest way to lose friends was to rely on them to solve your problems for you.

At least he was grateful to James for finding him some casual work as a labourer for a removal company. It was hardly what he had been used to, but it brought in some money for essentials as he tried to sort out the mess his life had become in a few short weeks. Even this didn’t make him feel any better right now, though. Here he was, alone in this huge house, with a mountain of boxes to place and no one to tell him where. The other guys he was working with had helped him move the heavy pieces into the house, and then unloaded the boxes onto the driveway and left him to get them inside, while they went on to the next pickup without him. The owner, a real hunk as Tim had noticed immediately when he arrived, had announced that he had to “pick up some other stuff” and would be back. Sometime. So here he was facing all these boxes, unlabelled of course, with instructions to get them into the right rooms and check for damages before the other guys got back to pick him up for the next delivery. How the hell he was supposed to do that with the client having gone AWOL was beyond him.

“Probably gone to pick up his girlfriend in that fancy sports car he was driving,” thought Tim bitterly to himself. “Pity all the best guys are married or straight or both.” He had to admit to himself that this one had been a stunner. Late 30’s or early 40’s, just over 6’ tall with short brown hair and deep blue eyes, a body that obviously got looked after real well, and rich to boot! The house had to be worth well over $600,000.00, and the car wasn’t a cheap job either. Tim started taking bets with himself as to whether the girlfriend was a leggy blond or a rich-bitch daddy’s girl who really controlled the money.

This was getting him nowhere, and he snapped himself out of his gloomy thoughts. Better to do what I can, he thought, and began carrying the boxes into the large open living area. He got them all inside, and still no sign of the client. “Well, hope he doesn’t mind me poking around in his stuff, but the only way to know where they go is to open them,” Tim said aloud, almost to reassure himself that it was okay. Some bright spark, probably the owner, had colour-coded the boxes, but forgotten to let Tim know what the colours meant.

The first one he opened was marked in green, and inside he found kitchen utensils: cutlery, plates, etc. Checking quickly that none seemed broken, he placed it on one of the kitchen benches. He found another green marked box, and sure enough it contained pots, pans, bowls etc. Another quick check and into the kitchen. On that basis he moved all the green boxes to the kitchen so they could be checked when the owner got back. Next he tried a box marked with blue; there only seemed to be a few of them. It contained toiletries: the usual shaving creams, toothpaste, etc, so into the bathroom it and its fellow “blues” went.

He quickly realised that most of the boxes were grouped, and began to arrange them so that all the same colours were together to make things easier for himself. Amongst the others were four boxes, considerably larger than the others, marked with black. Without thinking, he carefully began to open one just as he had some of the others. When the flaps folded back he got the shock of his life. Inside was black. Black leather. And what leather there was. Gingerly he lifted the first item out of the box – a pair of shiny black leather chaps. Tim held them up, and breathed in the aroma of polished leather. He had always been turned on by leather, its look and feel, its smell, the way it seemed to hug the wearer and make them seem so much more than others. Placing them carefully to one side he delved deeper. Another pair of chaps, slightly smaller than the first, but just as soft, just as good to smell and feel. Under them, three leather jackets in differing styles. Vests, at least three, so soft and supple to touch as his fingers caressed the black hide. He continued. Pants, some in the style of jeans, some dress slacks, some sheer and soft almost like long johns except that they were made of the softest smoothest black leather he had ever felt. Oh how he would love to be able to afford these garments. As far as he could tell there seemed to be quite a collection, in two distinct sizes. Under the pants, the rest of the box seemed to be full of coverings or sheets, like bed sheets, but again made of soft dark leather, so supple and wonderful to touch.

Standing back, he wondered at the contents. And felt the stirring in his groin. All this leather was not only making him jealous, but turning him on as well, as he tried uncomfortably to adjust the growing erection in his jeans. He looked at the other three black boxes, sitting innocently on the floor. He couldn’t resist the temptation, just had to know what was in them. Like a child at Christmas, he carefully opened the second of the boxes, eager to see what it held, but also enjoying the anticipation of not knowing. When the contents were revealed, Tim was stunned. This one held an incredible variety of items, all of which instantly sent Tim’s early semi erection to a full blown hard on. A couple of peaked caps, one hard with a shiny black visor, one softer, like an American baseball cap but also in leather. Harnesses, in combinations of wide black leather and silver metallic rings, with buckles and snaps. Leather jockstraps in a variety of styles, some with snap on codpieces, some nothing more than a leather pouch with a black elasticized waistband. More single black bands or straps, with buckles or snaps, some with metal studs adorning them. A couple of large black leather dog collars. Leather cockrings. Metal cockrings. At least four pairs of leather boots, again with metal rings adorning the sides. Gauntlets and wrist cuffs and gloves, all in black leather. And sunglasses. The mirrored type that the cops wore in American movies. Tim could not believe what he was looking at, nor could he believe just how horny he was feeling presented with a veritable toy shop of all the things he had ever wanted, but had never been able to afford.

He absently wondered what delights the other two boxes held, but dared not open them, nor pry any further. He just stood and looked at what he had already found for an age, thinking, wondering, wishing.

He could not resist it. Couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to the contents of the boxes against all better judgement. Carefully lifting out the caps, he tried on first the harder one. It didn’t quite fit. The softer baseball cap though was a different story. It fit like a glove. Having started he couldn’t stop. Alternating between the two boxes, he stripped off his shirt and pulled on a harness, which consisted of two wide leather straps that came over his shoulders from a metal ring in the middle of his shoulder blades and joined another metal ring in the middle of his chest. He buckled them up, and reached to draw two more straps from the same back ring around to snap into place at the front, enclosing his ribs. He stopped for a moment and savoured the feel of the cool leather against his skin, and enjoyed the scent it released as it was handled. He wrapped and snapped wide soft leather armbands around his biceps, running his fingers over the leather as he did. Gauntlets with small metal studs went onto each forearm, and he held them out in front of him to admire the way they looked, and luxuriate in the feeling of them on his skin. Black leather driving gloves on his hands completed his arms.

Curious, and getting hornier by the minute, he fished out one of the dog collars, about an inch wide, and tried it on. It fit easily around his neck and he buckled it just tight enough to know it was there, without affecting his breathing or his ability to move his head. Having gone this far there was no turning back, and he stripped off his jeans and underwear, taking one of the leather snap-on cockrings and wrapping it around the base of his cock and balls, fixing it as tightly as he could bear. Next he tried on a black leather jockstrap. It consisted of a waistband, leg bands, and a soft leather pouch that cradled his balls and cock like a hand. He could barely get his raging erection inside the pouch, but it felt oh so good.

Almost intoxicated by the feel and smell of the leather he was already wearing, he reached into the box and carefully lifted out a pair of chaps. Unfolding them reverently, he lowered his nose to the leather, drinking in the scent, and rubbing the hide against his skin. He pulled the waistband around, fastening it in place carefully, and wrapped first one and then the other leg in the supple black leather, leaning down and carefully sliding the zippers up his inside legs. They were tight, but not uncomfortable, and seemed to melt into place, accentuating his legs like a second skin. Polished and shining, the chaps cradled his butt cheeks, massaging his calves and thighs and sending him into raptures. In for the whole package, he thought, as he reached for a pair of boots. The first he tried were too large, but the next pair seemed made for him. Polished until they were like mirrors, they shone with a black gloss, and came up over the bottoms of the chaps to about half way up his calves. Square toed and solid, they had leather straps around the ankles that met at metal rings on each side. Standing up in them Tim felt somehow superhuman, as if they gave him a strength or power he had never known before.

Now that he was fully adorned, he had to see himself. Racing into one of the bedrooms, he marveled at the way he squeaked as he walked, the polished leather rubbing softly and caressing his skin, sending tingles of excitement through him. In the main bedroom he found what he needed, a floor to ceiling mirror. As he stepped in front of it, he gasped with delight. In that mirror he saw not himself but a leather god, a vision. Decked out in shining black hide from head to toe, creaking with the slightest movement. And this was even better: In addition to the sight and the sound, he had the unimaginable sensation of the feel of the leather all over his body and the aroma that it emitted filling his nostrils. His cock was hard as steel from the sheer overwhelming sense of wonder that the outfit had presented him. He looked down at his own body, ran his fingers across his chest, playing with his nipples, and then down the front of his legs, reveling in the touch of the soft, dark hide beneath his fingertips. Straightening up, he looked back to the mirror – and almost died of shock.

Reflected back at him was not only his own leather engulfed body, but the client, the owner of the house and presumably the leather gear he was presently wearing, standing with his arms crossed and an enigmatic look on his face, carefully studying Tim as he had been touching himself.

“Oh, shit…” Tim exclaimed loudly, not knowing what to do, frozen to the spot. “I, uhhh…you weren’t here and…the boxes had to be checked and placed in the right rooms…oh fuck, I am so, so sorry…and I just wanted to check which rooms and…I didn’t mean to pry, honest…I shouldn’t have…I mean I wouldn’t have…but the stuff was just so exciting, and…holy fuck, I am just so sorry!” he finally ended his stumbling, stammering monologue.

“I’m not!” said the client. “Maybe you shouldn’t have, but I can’t be upset about someone obviously admiring and loving the gear as much as you do. Chris’s stuff obviously fits perfectly, and I have to say you look a hell of a lot hotter in it than he ever did.”

“I…” mumbled Tim, even more uncertain. “Chris…?”

“My ex. He walked out six months ago, with nothing more than a note saying he was going for good. Didn’t even want to take all the leather gear I had bought for him. Much of which you are wearing now.” He grinned at Tim’s discomfort at that comment.

“Listen…” Tim said, hurriedly coming back to reality, “I really am so sorry, I had no right. I’ll pay for any damage…” He started to remove the boots. “Please don’t tell the company…it’s not for me, but a friend got me this job as a favour and he will cop it because of me.”

“Hey, don’t worry, mate,” he said smoothly. “Please, leave it all on, and let me enjoy the sight for a while. I might even send the company a letter of thanks for service ‘above and beyond.’” He winked. “I’m David, by the way. And you do realise that this is the wrong room for those particular boxes, don’t you?”

Tim blushed deep red. “I seriously set out just to do the right thing,” he said. “It was only when I opened one of the boxes marked with black and found this stuff, and I couldn’t help myself, I just had to try it on.”

“You’re obviously a fan of leather. Don’t you have gear of your own?”

“Not like this. I have a jacket, and a pair of jeans that I had to save for years to buy. But not this kind of outfit. I would love it, always have wanted to, but never had the money.” Tim heard himself pouring out all his problems to this stranger whose privacy he had violated in the worst way, but felt no discomfort, just a longing to explain.

“Well, what’s your name?” David asked, still drinking in the look of the strong young man in his new home, clad in the most beautiful leather outfit, the kind of sight he had tried so often to entice Chris to present, always in vain. Chris just hadn’t been interested in it, and he made it obvious.

“Tim.”

“Well, Tim, I think I’d like to share something with you. Follow me.”

David led him out of the bedroom, along the corridor to a smallish door in the wall that Tim had assumed to be a closet of some kind. Opening it and flicking a switch, David walked in. Tim quickly realised that it was a set of stairs that led down to a basement under the house. At the bottom of the stairs was a large room basically empty except for some shelving on one wall and a weight press bench and some expensive looking workout equipment lying around. “This is the room those boxes belong in.” David smirked at Tim. “It’s going to be my basement playroom! What do you think?”

“Oh, wow!” Tim exclaimed, his thoughts running wild.

“Tell you what: why don’t you finish the job and bring those boxes down here? I’ll get changed and you can help me set up. At least as much as we can for the moment.”

Tim grinned. “You bet!” he exclaimed eagerly. As he headed up the stairs David watched his taut cheeks and firm legs framed and gripped by the black leather chaps. “You bet, alright” he thought to himself. “I wonder if you would…” He dared not even think any more. This young hot man on his first day in his new home was an answer to a prayer, but he didn’t want to push his luck too far. Not yet anyway.

Tim carefully bundled up the contents of the two boxes he had already opened and carried them into the basement, placing them on the floor. He wasn’t in any hurry, as every movement felt so good with his body encased in black leather as it was. The third box also went easily onto the floor. He stopped and rested for a few minutes, leaning against a bench and again feeling the sensual touch of the leather against his skin. He held out his arms to admire the gauntlets and gloves, breathing in the scent of the leather, mixed with a hint of sweat, as he carried the boxes down the stairs. Where on Earth had David gotten to now, he wondered. The last, largest box was more awkward, and, as he wrestled it down the narrow stairway, he wondered again just how much wonderful leather gear David had, and what on Earth could be in these other boxes.

As he set the last box on the floor in the middle of the room, Tim suddenly sensed there was someone else there. He turned to find David in one corner, out of his sight as he struggled down the stairs before. At least he guessed it was David. This person was the epitome of Leather. David alright, Michaelangelo’s David, clad in shiny black hide.

“What do you think?” said the apparition with David’s voice.

Tim just stood and whistled softly. Letting his eyes drink in every last detail in case the vision disappeared. David wore the other cap, black and high peaked, with shining visor pulled low over his forehead. He had a pair of the mirrored glasses on so his eyes could not be seen, but Tim already knew they were deep blue pools. A wide shouldered jacket with short metal chains hanging from the leather epaulet straps was open, revealing harness straps over his shoulders and around his chest which joined to two large metal rings connected by a bright sliver chain. The rings themselves sat over David’s gorgeous nipples, which were pierced, each of them set through with tiny silver rings about a centimetre in diameter.

Two more leather straps fell from the rings around his nipples in a V to a third metal ring framing his navel, where they were joined by straps coming around his waist, and another at the bottom which went straight down, disappearing beneath the waistband of his chaps. His arms, what Tim could see of them under the jacket sleeves, were encased in soft black leather gloves that appeared to go all the way to his elbows. Over the gloves he wore solid leather gauntlets on each forearm which displayed lines of metal studs around them at intervals.

The chaps he wore were less like clothing than a second skin. So tight, the glossy black leather didn’t hide his legs, but rather showed them off to perfection. Every muscle, every ripple of movement was accentuated in black leather. He turned to one side, and Tim caught his breath as the round orbs of David’s perfect arse came into view framed by the chaps as though they had been painted onto him, hugging the bottom of his cheeks and pushing them up and out. David turned back to face Tim again, spreading his legs slightly. The V shape was repeated where the leather of the chaps connected from the waist fastener to fall and engulf his upper legs. Within that V was another, this one formed by the black leather-posing strap that Tim could see. Clearly visible was the outline of David’s obviously worthy cock. The tube shape of his manliness was framed and gripped by the black leather as it sat to one side, half hard, and his large round balls practically begged to be fondled as they nestled in the black pouch holding them in place. His legs seemed to go on forever, long, thick, strong. Tim’s eyes slowly traveled down, drinking in the shining black leather-clad towers until they ended in boots. Black leather boots. The boots were tight as well, and high, coming almost up to his knees. They were not so much glossy as shone with spit and polish, adorned with metal rings and leather straps much as the ones Tim already wore. Swinging from his right hand was a silver metal dog lead, the black leather handstrap around his gloved fingers, the silver fastener swinging slowly near his feet.

Tim was entranced. He wondered if he were dreaming. If so, he didn’t want to wake up.

David finally spoke. “God, you look hot in that!” he exclaimed. Tim was confused for a second.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” he said. “I have never seen a sight so incredible as what is standing right here in front of me.”

Mesmerized by each other, the two men stood only a few feet apart, each unwilling to move in case they broke the spell they had woven together. Finally, tentatively, David reached his hand out toward Tim. The younger man felt himself drawn by an unspoken desire and stepped up to David so that they were so close Tim could feel David’s hot breath on his face. Suddenly they were released from their trance. Tim’s arms went around David, sliding in under the jacket to explore the lines of the harness. David lifted his hands to either side of Tim’s face, drawing them together. He tilted his head to one side and their lips met, parting as they did so, becoming one. Their tongues touched, explored, joined. Tasting each other as waves of passion broke over them. Their bodies crashed against each other as they ground into one another. Leather creaked against leather and pushed and slid against skin as they interlocked, arms, hands and fingers exploring, touching, feeling. David’s hands went from Tim’s neck, tracing the straps of his harness down to his waist, before following the edges of his chaps and then massaging his buns, running back again around the tops of his legs to grasp and squeeze at his now steel-hard cock straining at the leather pouch.

Tim slid his arms up and down along David’s back, feeling over and over the leather straps. Around his chest Tim’s fingers went, seeking out and finding the nipples, pulling oh so gently at the rings and eliciting a low moan of pleasure from his partner. Sliding his hands along David’s arms, he felt the sensuous touch of the leather gloves, the more solid gauntlets with their metal studs, and the soft leather gloves again before finding bare, warm skin. Whenever David’s hands left his crotch, Tim ground his pelvis against the posing strap holding David in place. Even through the double layer of leather, Tim could feel the heat of David’s throbbing cock, pushing upwards in its leather case. They were still locked together in the kiss, passion building with each moment.

Drawing away from David for a second, Tim looked longingly into the mirrored glasses David wore. David saw in his face something he had never seen before. Desire mixed with something else – almost a total giving of self by Tim to him. Tim, released from David’s grip, dropped to his knees, his face pressing into David’s groin. Tim licked and slurped at the swollen leather tube in front of him, nibbling and biting, feeling the heat and hardness of David’s erection as he breathed in the scent of leather and sweat and sexual excitement. It was a heady combination, better than any drug, and he surrendered himself to the flood of sensations. His eager lips and tongue played with David’s cock, massaged David’s rolling heaving balls through the soft leather pouch, tasting the leather, feeling it against his lips as it stretched and cushioned David’s masculinity. Bobbing around, his mouth and eyes and nose traced not only David’s groin, but the skin and leather edges of the chaps. Tim let himself sink lower, licking and slurping his way down David’s inner legs, tasting and chewing on the leather as he did. All he wanted to do was to adore this leather-clad god, and the best way he could was by instinct, with his mouth. His hands gripped and massaged David’s buns as he did, his fingers tracing the lines of the chaps before firmly grasping the flesh again, or following the trailing leather ties of the chaps’ waistband down along the crack of David’s arse.

As Tim fell to his knees, David’s hands had gone to his shoulders. He threw his head back in wonder at the sensation of Tim’s hot wet mouth attacking his cock and balls through the leather pouch he wore. It was as though the leather itself was licking and biting at him, and his cock was rock hard, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum into the pouch, slicking it up on the inside just as Tim’s mouth slicked it on the outside. David ran his hands across Tim’s shoulders, making contact with the harness straps, which he followed across his back. Pulling at them occasionally in an unconscious movement of pulling Tim even closer to him. The dog chain was still wrapped around his gloved hand, and on an impulse he reached down and snapped the clip onto the metal ring set in the collar Tim was wearing. There was no need to pull or use any force at all. It was more a symbolic gesture – they were physically joined by metal and leather. The thought was particularly exciting to David.

As Tim continued his ministrations to David’s groin, and then began working down his legs, licking and chewing, David thought fleetingly of Chris. How he searched all those years for the sensations he was experiencing now with this stranger who had invaded his home. Chris had never been interested. Had to be cajoled into wearing even one piece of leather clothing, often browbeating David into a kind of blackmail – “I’ll do it for you if you really want, but how about a vacation somewhere.” David had never really enjoyed his time with Chris, but there had been the looks and the whispers, Chris was so much younger, younger even by quite a few years than Tim, and David had felt obligated to keep him and try to make him happy. How he wished he had met Tim so much earlier. The passion and enthusiasm that Tim exhibited for the leather was an easy match for David’s own.

Suddenly any thought of Chris disappeared from David’s mind. Tim had been working his way back up, licking and sucking at David’s leather encased cock yet again, biting and chewing at him. The sensations were wonderful and David was in heaven, but then Tim moved further up, tracing the lines of the harness straps up David’s abdomen and chest, until he reached the metal ring circling David’s nipple. He had bitten lightly on the ring and the nipple together, and the sensation had sent shock waves of pleasure through David’s body. His complete attention seemed focussed on the efforts of Tim’s teeth and mouth at his chest. His body tingled as he felt the leather straps of Tim’s harness against his abdomen. The creaking sound as Tim’s chaps rubbed against his own was music to him, and the most wonderful pleasure was embracing him as Tim worked on first one and then the other nipple, gently biting, sucking, nibbling at his tits.

Tim could have suckled at David’s chest like this for hours. Feeling the leather that David wore pushing against his own was so good. The mixing aromas of leather and sweat were aphrodisiacs and the clinking, hard feel of the nipple rings against his teeth was the icing on the cake. He could feel the chain of the lead attached to the collar he wore. He had felt David snap it in place, and rather than be alarmed or concerned had found it an incredible turn on, heightening even more his sense of surrendering to the passion that engulfed him in this leather dreamworld. Now he felt some upward pressure on the lead, as David tried gently to coax him away from his chest.

“Tim…” David whispered softly, “it’s not that I want this to stop; it’s so wonderful. But I think there’s even better, if you’ll help me unpack some more of the boxes.”

Reluctant to let the yearning subside, Tim slowly stood upright. He leaned into David and they kissed again, long and slow, tasting each other, pressing against each other and creaking as their leathers rubbed. Finally they separated again. Tim now looked at the lead, and then at David with a question in his eyes.

“If you prefer, I’ll take it off,” said David, his voice pleading. “But I find it’s really turning me on, and while it’s here, we can stay physically joined, as it were.”

Tim smiled. “I was hoping you wouldn’t undo it,” he said. “I’m finding it incredibly erotic, too. And the thought of staying joined to you is about the best thing I’ve heard in a long, long while.”

With a lusty laugh, and a squeeze of Tim’s beautiful rear, David led his leather boy to where the unopened boxes stood in the centre of the playroom. He took the leather sheets from one, and spread one over the weight press bench, laying another onto a mattress on the floor. The box with the remaining pants, harnesses and clothing, etc., was pushed to one side, out of harm’s way, as was the smaller of the unopened boxes. As they moved about, the two men could not separate by more than a few feet thanks to the lead attached to David’s wrist and Tim’s neck, but there was no inclination on either’s part to separate at all. They constantly looked to each other, allowing fingers and tongues to touch, trace, wander. All five of their senses were engulfed in the supreme desire generated by the look, sound, touch, taste and smell of leathermen – themselves. David indicated the larger unopened box, and together they moved it away from the centre of the room, before he leaned down to open it. He looked up at Tim with a knowing smile, which piqued Tim’s curiosity.

“I think you’ll like this,” he said, mysteriously. Tim looked around at the leather-covered bench and mattress. Already the room was taking on a very appealing manner to him.

“I like it already,” he said, laughing.

David flipped open the box and Tim eagerly looked in to see what wonders it held. At first he could not make out what it was he was looking at. It appeared to be a very solid leather cover of some sort; quite thick, and there were some kind of metal half circles attached to it at the corners. David lifted it out of the box, and realization struck: A sling! Tim’s grin split his face, his cock jumped yet again within his pouch.

“Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like in one of those. Never actually seen one for real, though.” He could not keep his hands from it, feeling the solid but supple leather, the smooth hide in a rectangular shape with metal semi circles at each corner. As David lifted the sling completely out of the box, Tim noticed chains and shackles underneath. “How do we set it up?” he asked David eagerly.

“Fortunately, I had already checked and started on this room.” David replied, almost as eager as his younger friend. “The chains and shackles are already in the right places and the right lengths, and I’ve already had reinforced rings set into the ceiling, right through the supporting beams. All we need do is clip the snaplocks into the rings and it’s ready!”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Tim laughed easily. He felt more at home, more comfortable with this man he had only met a few hours ago, than with anyone he had ever known before.

They pulled the weight bench over to beneath the rings in the ceiling, and without too much difficulty attached the chains which hung down like four metal creepers. Next, the sling was attached by the corner D-rings to where the shackles were already positioned on each length of chain. Tim stood and admired their handiwork, lust and desire in his eyes. “It’s not finished yet,” David pointed out. More chains from the box, this time shorter pieces, with long doubled straps. David attached these to two of the end chains, and Tim quickly saw they were foot stirrups. Tim pressed gingerly and then more firmly on the sling, testing its strength and the hold from the ceiling rings. Standing between the stirrups, leaning over the sling, he ran his hands along its smooth black hide. He turned around with a look of intensity to find David had stepped up close behind him.

Again their lips met, and they kissed, long and hard. There was an intensity in this kiss they had not previously shared; a mutual longing. A sense of something more special than either had known. An unspoken acknowledgment of their secret passion being shared so happily. Their arms entwined as they again shared each other and enjoyed each other. They felt each other, allowed the feel and touch of leather to surround them. They breathed in the scent of the hide, letting it permeate their very beings. They ground against each other increasing their shared need, their hardening cocks pressing and rubbing at each other through the leather. Tim broke away from the kiss first, avoiding David’s efforts to follow his mouth, and returned his attentions to David’s nipples. The clinking of the metal rings against his teeth, and the feel of the leather harness straps against his cheeks were so hot he could not get enough. David in turn was almost overcome by the erotic sensation of Tim’s teeth pulling gently at his pierced tits, as he continued to rub his hands over Tim’s back, and to press his leather covered legs against Tim’s own.

Tim shifted again, lowering his mouth along David’s abdomen, following that tantalizing leather strap down to the manhood proudly stretching the leather of David’s posing jock. This time David let him lick and nibble for a few minutes, surrendering to the enthralling sensations he generated, before his hands slid down to Tim’s face. Giving him a reassuring squeeze, David slid his fingers into the waistband of the posing strap and lifted it out, freeing his cock from its confines. As David’s naked rod came into view, Tim gasped, his eyes shining. He dove onto the head of this sword, lapping at the glistening drops of precum gathering and oozing from its eye. Scooping the sweet nectar onto his tongue, Tim tasted David’s essence as his hands roamed up and down David’s legs, caressing the leather of the chaps and massaging the muscles encased in that glorious black second skin. He licked and nibbled at David’s cockhead before gently working his way down, tracing the outline of his corona and licking at the shaft of his rigid, proud penis. Following its length to the point where the base disappeared again into the leather thong, where Tim could see and reach out for David’s balls, still cushioned in the black shining hide. A new surprise! Tim discovered that below the thong, David was wearing a solid metal cockring. Delighted, he licked at the metal, tracing the line of contact with David’s skin with his tongue. He pulled that leather covering away to reveal David’s man eggs, and promptly swallowed them, rolling them around in his mouth and massaging gently with his tongue.

David let out a long, soft moan of delight, and Tim’s mouth retreated back up his idol’s trembling throbbing pole until the head was once again at his lips. Quickly he swallowed it down. Opening his throat and avoiding the urge to gag, Tim wrapped his throat around David’s member, constricting his muscles as his tongue played at the shaft, embracing David’s cock with his hot wet saliva. Releasing slightly, he began to piston himself against that steel rod, working it and sending shivers through David. Suctioning hard, then releasing and pulling back to suction down again, Tim slid up and down David’s penis, his speed increasing with each thrust, swallowing him as deeply as he could then pulling back to lick softly at the tip before diving down again, the whole time massaging David’s buttocks and leather-clad thighs with his eager hands. David was in heaven. He looked down to see the leather cap on Tim’s head bobbing back and forth on his cock, and the straps of Tim’s harness flexed and eased on his back as he moved. David could feel the leather of the chaps Tim was wearing pressing against his own legs, and he fought hard against the urge to begin fucking Tim’s face and release himself into that willing, accommodating throat giving him so much pleasure. His cock throbbed and swelled, as he became more and more excited, growing closer to the point of no return.

Tim could sense the increasing urgency in David, and reluctantly eased his attentions. Pulling away from his friend’s groin, he licked once more at the tip of David’s cock and blew a soft stream of air across his cockhead, before standing again face to face with his leather god. Again, their lips met, parting to accept each other and their hands resumed the longing caresses of each other’s leather encased bodies. David eased forward as they did so, backing Tim up against the edge of the sling suspended immediately behind them. When he felt the hard leather press against his naked butt, Tim jumped with anticipated pleasure, and broke the kiss, smiling into David’s face. David smiled back. There was no need for words. Their mutual desire and shared need was understood and eagerly embraced by both. David pulled the edge of the leather platform down as Tim eased his arse into place. The younger man leaned slowly back as David supported him while he could, feeling the supple leather of the sling mould itself to his back. As he reached position, David’s hands ran forward across his stomach and chest, following the lines of the harness, and back down to his groin, gently squeezing at the very obvious outline of Tim’s cock in the leather jockstrap. His fingers traced circles across the rolling balls of black leather that were Tim’s testicles as David appreciated every detail of his black shiny lover. Letting his hands drift further, David felt and massaged Tim’s thighs through the soft hide of the chaps, reveling in the feel of the leather chaps encasing his friend’s legs. He continued, caressing Tim’s knees, calves, ankles in the leather, lifting Tim’s legs as he did, until he had Tim’s booted feet in each hand.

David eased Tim’s feet upward, and reached for the straps hanging just above him. Carefully he lifted first one and then the other of Tim’s boots into the leather stirrups, ensuring they were secure but comfortable. As he finished, David appreciated yet again the beauty of the man now presented to him. Tim’s booted feet were now suspended slightly above and ahead of David’s shoulders. His long legs were bent backwards, shining and rippling in the leather envelope of the chaps, and spread wide apart. Looking up between Tim’s legs, David viewed the hot taut body wrapped by the straps of the black leather harness Tim wore; the arm bands around his biceps flexing, the leather gauntlets shining in the dull light as Tim gripped the chains holding the other end of the sling and looked back at David. The prize that Tim was offering lay waiting for the taking. With his legs spread, David feasted on the sight of Tim’s hard, hard cock and large, heaving balls clearly outlined, even emphasized, in the leather pouch of the jockstrap, and below them, his soft pink rosebud puckering and flexing, inviting David to take it – a reddish cave between white cheeks, framed by the most beautiful black leather, waiting to be entered. David’s breathing quickened, his cock twitched with anticipation, and drops of pre-cum oozed from him. He had never known such an intensity of anticipation.

Tim for his part was just as overwhelmed. As he slid himself into position on the supple leather platform of the sling, he tingled with anticipation. David’s fingers tracing he harness straps, gently caressing his skin with the soft leather gloves, squeezing his cock and nudging softly at his balls made him hornier than he had believed possible. When David’s gloved hands had slowly and lovingly worked their way down his legs he felt the pouch he wore getting slicker and wetter on the inside with the leaking juice from his manhood. He happily let David lift his boots into position in the foot supports, and offered himself willingly as his hole was exposed and opened to David’s view. He watched in wonder, drinking in the incredible sight of his leather dream come to life standing inches from him. This gorgeous man, clad in the blackest, shining leather was the answer to his prayers. His eyes feasted on the sight: from the black leather cap, the mirrored glasses, the harness straps and wide shoulders of the jacket, the gauntlets and gloves, the stunningly, impossibly beautiful chaps encasing David’s legs, and the throbbing leaking pole of masculinity, jutting out and up from the posing strap, still cupping David’s heavy balls. Tim had never wanted anyone so much. Swore he would never want another man as much as he wanted this one right now. All the years of yearning for ultimate pleasure had come to an end in this one day which had started so badly. As he drank in the view presented to him and marveled at his good fortune, he saw David lean forward.

This time David lowered his face to Tim’s stomach, licking and biting at the soft firm skin and sending rapturous tingles through his waiting partner. His gloved hands caressed the skin, sliding across and down, finding the rigid tube of black leather that was Tim’s hidden pole. David let his mouth travel until he was licking and biting at Tim’s encased cock through the leather. He could taste and smell the leather and feel the glorious hardness of Tim through it all. Nibbling and licking, he found and outlined Tim’s balls with his tongue, all the while hearing low soft moans of delight from the object of his attentions. David gently lifted one side of the leather pouch, and slid it up and across, exposing Tim’s throbbing, rock hard cock and heaving balls. Finding the studded leather cockring Tim had worn, he ran his leathery fingers up and down Tim’s now naked shaft, gently rolling his balls and tracing the line of the cockring around the captive weapon. Taking Tim’s balls in one leather-gloved hand and squeezing firmly but gently, he wrapped his other hand around Tim’s shaft. Tim thrilled to the feel of the leather gloves caressing and squeezing his maleness, and let out a soft “Oh yeah…”

At that, David licked and then bit at the head of Tim’s cock. As Tim trembled with pleasure, he swallowed the manmeat scraping gently against the sides of Tim’s shaft with his teeth, squeezing his balls as he did. Up and down on Tim’s cock David bobbed, faster and faster, sucking and blowing, massaging and licking. Tim’s knuckles were white as he gripped on to the chain, willing himself – not yet, not yet. Bringing Tim to the brink, David stopped abruptly, transferring his attentions to the base of Tim’s balls, licking and nibbling at the tender skin and tracing the line of the cockring with his tongue, then slowly, ever so slowly, licking toward Tim’s exposed, aching hole. Tim’s moans increased in frequency and volume as David brought him higher and higher into the realms of passion. Reaching his target, David licked and flicked his tongue across that most tender spot on Tim’s body. Tim’s puckered hole flexed and relaxed, begging to be taken as David rimmed him slowly then faster, penetrating just a little with his tongue and driving Tim wild.

The need in David was building as well. He reached for some lube, and smeared a generous helping onto his gloved finger, transferring it to Tim’s waiting hole. Tim gasped with the pleasure as the cool lube touched his hole, and squirmed with delight when David’s leather encased finger eased gently inside him, coating his anus with the smooth lubricating gel. Tim felt the leather digit work its way inside him, and pushed back to meet it, wanting, needing, more. His desire was intense as the soft black leather penetrated him, revolving inside his arse and sending waves of passionate pleasure crashing through his body. David smeared some more lube on his trembling cock with his other hand, reveling for the moment in the feel of the leather gloves on his shaft as he coated himself in the soothing gel. He straightened, carefully removing his finger from Tim’s beckoning hole, and stepped forward to press the head of his cock against the outside of Tim’s puckering bud.

He looked down. How could this have happened so well: Here he was about to take the most beautiful man, encased in black leather – both of them. David had wanted this, wished for it, dreamed of it, for years.

“Are you ready, you hot leather hunk?” David whispered huskily.

The words freed Tim’s tongue. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he hissed. “Take me, stud, I want you so much, you beautiful leather god. Cover me and wrap yourself around me. Be inside me and fuck me. I need you. I want you. Please, do it!”

Tim’s outburst was music to David’s ears. It turned him on even more, and he could no longer resist. He eased forward, pressing himself into Tim, as Tim relaxed as best he could, urging David on. David felt Tim’s hole opening around his cock, relished the sensation of the muscles releasing and easing to allow his pole passage into Tim’s cavern. He pushed forward again, and as he did Tim suddenly surged back against him. David entered him more quickly than he had intended, as his cockhead slipped into Tim and Tim’s anus closed around it.

“Oh David, fuck me, man….” Tim whispered earnestly. David obliged, leaning into Tim and the sling, his rigid flaming sword sinking in to the hilt, burying itself in Tim’s bowels. Tim gasped a little at the pain and David stopped, concerned. But Tim urged him on. “It’s okay, stud, no pleasure without pain, and this is so fucking good!” he exclaimed. David smiled and pressed again, feeling the soft skin of Tim’s cheeks connect with his thighs, hearing the leather of his chaps creak as it rubbed against Tim’s chaps as David sunk himself totally into his lover. Leaning forward, David reached for and grabbed the shoulder straps of Tim’s harness, getting a good grip. In that position, he started his rhythm. Easy at first, he fucked him. Long smooth strokes, as he drew out then pushed back in again. Occasionally moving from side to side he swam in the pleasure of the lovemaking. Tim tingled with delight as the long hard penis impaled him. The pain disappeared so quickly, and was replaced by the most incredible pleasure. David’s cock seemed to tickle at the base of his stomach with each inward thrust, and as he withdrew, Tim would clench his rectum, determined to milk that pole for all he was worth. David’s tempo increased, as he used his grip on Tim’s harness as leverage, pulling his lover against him, rocking the sling back and forth against his groin and away again. Tim could not believe the sensation of floating, feeling David’s leather gloved fingers under the harness straps, being pulled so that his entire body was impaled onto David’s powerful cock then pushed off it again, only to crash back into ecstasy.

Harder David fucked. Faster and faster. His strokes grew faster as he shoved himself into Tim, determined to have him more completely than he had ever done. His breathing got shorter and shorter, and Tim continued to hiss encouragement, calling out, begging for more. Tim’s words, the occasional obscenities, were heightening David’s appreciation as he continued to fuck at the willing man. His steel hard cock pounded into Tim. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder. His grip on the harness was viselike, as he drew himself away then rammed into his lover yet again. His entire body roared with passion. Tim’s insides were a furnace, and David stoked the fires with stroke after stroke of mighty effort, shoving himself into that incredible wet fire. Tim’s body trembled. Waves of pleasure crashed over him again and again as David’s weapon pounded into his body. He gave himself completely, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure as David ravaged him, took him and filled him. The intensity of the experience was such that neither could hold back much longer, The cockrings had done their job well, and both men had withheld that moment of final explosion as long as they could, but each was building quickly to a massive climax. David pounded again, harder into Tim. He could not see properly now, the sensations in his head drowning out all but the need to be as far inside this man’s body as he could. Tim began to whimper as the heaving of his balls translated into an irresistible need to explode. Sweat poured from both of them as the pace of their fuck reached its peak. It was like a blur as David pistoned in and out of Tim, the searing heat of the fuck overwhelming them both.

David cried out a warning “I … I …. Mmmm …. Cummmmii….” he tried to say.

Tim’s response was almost as garbled … “Yeerr …. FUCK ME !!!!!! AAAAiiiii……”

His eyes rolled back in his head as the waves of his climax crashed onto him. David threw his head back and uttered a primal scream as his nuts heaved and emptied, thrusting load after load of his white hot cum into his shaft. One last time, he grasped Tim’s harness, heaved on it with all his might, and sunk his cock so hard and so deep into Tim with the last remaining ounce of his strength His cock exploded, emptying his jism deep inside Tim with urgent spurts out of control, as he drained his very essence deep into his lover.

Tim had only the presence of mind to know that he had reached that moment of total surrender and total bliss. As David grasped and shoved into him, Tim opened himself and shoved back, determined to have as much of David as was humanly possible. David’s first heaving load emptied itself into Tim and Tim’s balls scrunched against the cockring. He clenched his arse tight around the invading spear of his leather god, and surrendered. His cockhead exploded as hot white cum erupted from him, splattering against his skin, shooting up across his chest, his chin, onto David’s heaving chest. Tim had never cum so much before. Like an endless torrent he drowned himself in manjuice. Their climax exploded around them and they let go to the total pleasure that engulfed them.

Reality ebbed back slowly. Their recovery was gentle, creeping up on them as consciousness returned. David, still buried deep inside his partner, felt his weak legs barely able to support him. Tim slowly opened his eyes to the realization that it had not been a dream, that he had just experienced the most intense loving of his entire life. He looked to his lover and smiled, and with that David half fell forward onto him, letting the sling take both their weight. Tim squirmed a little and delighted in the feeling of total fulfillment, clenched against David’s still hard cock inside him. As they pressed together, Tim’s cum formed a binding, sticky glue which slicked their bodies and the leather clothing they wore.

“I need to stand, and then sit, or lie down,” David said weakly, smiling.

“I just want you to stay right where you are forever!” Tim laughed back, squeezing again his anus around David’s gradually diminishing penis.

“Oh that would be heaven,” David laughed back.

Gently, slowly, David stood, and eased himself out of his lover. His knees still weak, he stood to help Tim extricate his booted feet from the stirrups, and then stand himself. As they both became upright, they kissed. Long, gentle, loving. Enjoying each other, sharing the most intimate moment two humans can know. Then they slipped to the floor, lying beside each other on the leather-covered mattress, letting the cool hide soothe their hot sated bodies. For hours they stayed there, talking as they recovered. Tim opening up and giving David the whole sorrowful tale of his collapsed life. David in turn explaining the emptiness and dissatisfaction with his previous existence and the need to start again in a new home.

David, it turned out, owned and ran from home a small but lucrative marketing and promotions-type company. He saw clients at their own premises and then did the ground work at home. Chris, his ex, had helped out with the books and running the office, but not well. Tim quickly realised that David’s business was not in trouble but certainly in desperate need of an overhaul.

“I am, or at least I used to be, an office co-ordinator/manager. After everything that you’ve done for me today…” and he gave David an evil, leering wink, “If you like, I’d love to help you get yourself re-organised. I can probably do it in a couple of weekends. I still need the money from the removal job otherwise I could do it a lot faster.”

David looked at him, with a look of pretended disappointment. “I was kind of hoping your weekends might be full for a while.” He winked evilly.

Tim blushed. “I don’t know about the weekends being full, but I sure as hell hope I am,” he laughed easily with his new lover.

“Tim,” David began, “I know this is really fast, but, well, it seems to me that I have what you need: a home, a job. You have what I need, management skills and expertise. Would you, errr, consider moving in, a live-in job as it were?”

Tim’s face lit up, then dropped a little. “There’s something else that you have that I need, much, much more than a home or a job,” Tim said, “and I’m hoping that there’s something I have that you need a whole lot more than an employee…” He let his fingers trail towards David’s now soft cock lying easily against his leather-clad thigh.

David smiled at his leatherman, and hugged him. “Oh, yes,” he answered emphatically. “Tim, I … ummmm ….” He trailed off.

Tim looked at him long and hard. He took in the stunningly beautiful leathered body alongside his own. “David, I love you,” he said, suddenly and with conviction.

David grinned, and drew himself to Tim, and kissed him again. “I love you, too.”

“Then let’s both make a new beginning,” he said.

Tim smiled, tears in his eyes. He held his lover in his arms. Over his shoulder something caught his eye. He looked to David again, with a mischievous grin. “So what’s in the other box?”

The End (????)

Should I continue this story? Let me know any thoughts. Iainlthr@hotmail.com