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Continuity

by Iainlthr

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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 crowd in this very leather drinking hole, and at the same time, just enough to give him away as a first timer. He was very good looking, if a bit young for my taste, tall and solid and in any other place would ooze confidence, but not here. This was new territory for him, and I could spot it a mile away. I stood and watched as he made his way around the room, taking in the men in leather pants, in chaps and harnesses. I saw his eyes widen and read the longing in his gut, could almost sense the throbbing in his groin at the exciting new world he was discovering. I let him find a quiet table and order a drink, let him try to settle his nerves, thinking no one was taking any notice of him. I took my time with my own drink. There was no hurry, I had all night and knew exactly how this evening would finish. After all, hadn’t I been in his shoes years ago? Then a knowing leatherman had taken the time to open my eyes for me, and now it was my turn to pass on the light. After an hour, during which time his eyes darted everywhere while trying not to catch anyone’s attention, I knew he was ready. I drew myself up and put my glass down on the bar, my hands going to my hips. I looked damn good and I knew it: the hours in the gym were rewarded well, and my fine-toned body was accentuated by shining black leather. My upper body was encased in straps of leather and metal, my eyes shaded by the low visor of my cap, my legs gripped in the enveloping supple hide of my chaps. The gleaming black pouch I had on clung to my cock and balls tightly, and I was well aware that my tube of semi-hard man meat and heavy nuts were clearly visible in the outlining polished leather. As I began to move across the room eyes followed me; but tonight they were to be disappointed. He sat in his corner, trying to be inconspicuous. I strode up to him, towering over him. Standing so that he could see me and only me, I looked down into his nervous eyes. I placed my hands around my own groin, pulling myself forward right in his face. “Like the look of this, boy?” I whispered at him. “Uh, yeah, yes, I do!” he answered hesitantly. “Follow me!” I said, turning and walking to the rear exit from the bar. As I walked purposefully along the street, I heard him follow. I stopped beside my bike and waited for him to catch up. “ON!” I commanded, pointing at the pillion. He looked uncertain, and in a softer but still commanding tone I added. “I promise you I won’t hurt you in any way.” He seemed to take heart in that and did as he was told, straddling the leather seat. I placed a helmet over his head, hopped aboard myself, and kicked my steed into life, roaring away. A short trip later and I pulled into the garage of my block. I shut the machine down and helped the boy from it, leading him to the elevator and into my flat; all the time he followed docilely, uncertain, but not wanting to lose the excitement. Into my special place I took him, closing the door firmly. I ordered him to strip, and he did so quickly. Discarding his clothes, I handed him a simple harness and a leather jock strap. “Get into these!” I ordered, standing to watch, my arms crossed on my chest as he did as he was told. Once properly attired, I looked him up and down. His nicely defined chest fit well inside the supporting straps of the harness, his narrow waist leading invitingly to the well-filled pouch of black leather holding his erection. I moved to him, one gloved hand falling to hold and squeeze at his cock, while the other reached for his hard young nipples, pinching them lightly. As his head rolled back and his mouth opened in pleasure, I closed my lips over his, forcing my tongue into his warm mouth, tasting him. He responded quickly, his hands reaching to my arse, feeling the smooth texture of the leather against my thighs. Our cocks ground against each other, the leather squeaking. The scent of the tanned hide drifted up between us, mixing with the aroma of musky male sexuality. I backed him up to the sling hanging in the centre of the room, and broke the lock of our mouths, easing him backward into the leather platform. As he let himself fall into it, I slid his body back, and lifted his feet into the stirrups. His eyes were wide with desire and anticipation, but he did not resist or protest. As he relaxed into position, his swollen cock pushed against the envelope of black and his nuts rolled around inside their leathery cocoon. His firm white arse presented itself to me, the pink target of his hole winking and inviting. I squeezed again at his masculinity inside the leather, and rubbed myself against him, let him feel the hide stretched over my throbbing weapon massage his skin. Standing to one side of him so that he could clearly see what I did, I unsnapped the codpiece of my pouch and rolled a condom down over my hard ready pole, applying generous gobs of lubricant to the latex covered prong facing him. My leathery fingers, also well covered in lube, pressed into his anus, opening him and smearing his entrance with cool sticky gel. First one, then another finger coaxed his sphincter apart as I probed him, finding and pressing at the nut of muscle which brings so incredible a pleasure to mankind. As he groaned and gasped with delight, I removed my fingers and positioned the head of my cock against the twitching target between his round buns. Slowly but firmly I pressed forward, feeling the resistance, forcing the muscle to give way to me. As the head of my cock breached his defenses I stopped and waited, letting him accustom himself to the feeling of my tip within him. As he relaxed again, I pressed on. His rectum closed tight around the head of my cock and gripped at me. Another brief pause and I began to slide the length of my rod into him. The hot moist cavern of his body swallowed me as my throbbing shaft invaded his gut. Slowly but without stopping now I continued to press against him, until the full length of my meat disappeared into him and my balls scraped against the skin of his butt cheeks. As I finished, he let out a long low breath, his eyes wide as they stared up at me. With my sword of flesh buried inside him, I stood still, looking down at the beautiful young body suspended on the leather platform and attached to my groin. The leather straps of the harness crossed his chest, the black polished hide gripped at his cock and enveloped his balls, clearly outlined. My hands explored the boy whose body was impaled on my prong. I ran my leather-gloved palms over his chest and abdomen, squeezing at his manhood and massaging his nuts. I leaned forward, mashing his genitals between our bodies, kissing him hard and passionately as the leather we wore rubbed and groaned together. Straightening again, I pulled myself from him a little, then thrust back into him. Slowly I began, pulling then pushing, each time a little harder, each time a little further back. My hand remained on his body, squeezing, gripping, and exploring as I increased the tempo of my invasion. I forced my cock inside him, then pulled back to shove again. I felt him responding, his muscles gripping at me as I withdrew, relaxing to welcome me as I thrust. Faster and faster I moved, pounding into him now, using his body and making him swing back and forth on the sling. Harder, deeper, faster I pumped at him as he began to beg for more, to urge me on. Thrusting into him, I pulled at his body, pinching his tits and squeezing his nuts. My swollen raging weapon invaded him, shoving harder and deeper into him. I ploughed the hot cave of wetness that was him, sinking my rock solid meat into him, feeling the heat of desire and the rising tide of passion. Beneath me he began to gasp and hiss and I saw he could not hold back the primal urge of climax much longer, as I relentlessly banged against him. A quiet scream escaped his lips as his entire body twitched and stiffened. I felt his sphincter grip tightly around the invading length of my rod and his eyes rolled back in his head as his orgasm crashed over him. I could see his cock pump and jerk inside the leather envelope as he shot load after load into the pouch he wore. I kept up my fucking of his young body, sinking my dagger into him, impaling him on my steel pole, and felt the electricity of release shoot into my groin before spreading through my body. Grunting and hissing, I held him tightly against me as my cock swelled within him and my balls heaved and emptied. Wad after wad of my essence I pumped into him, twitching and jerking as I climaxed, vainly trying to get further inside him. Finally, the ecstasy of physical joinder ebbed away. I looked down to find him wide eyed still, but smiling and sated. Slowly I withdrew, carefully removing the sheath of latex from my cock, and leaning to kiss him again. “Holy fuck, that was incredible!” he gasped at me. “I never knew how unbelievable leather sex could be.” “I know.” I said simply. I could see myself not that many years ago in the boy beside me, and I smiled. I dropped him at his home as he asked, and kissed him again as he hopped off the bike. “Thank you,” he said. “Welcome to your world,” I replied, as I roared away. I knew his life was just beginning, and knew how much he still had to learn, but I had started him on the road of intense pleasure, just as I had been started years before, and a sense of real continuity warmed my heart. The End Comments, compliments or complaints? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com.

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61 Gay Erotic Stories from Iainlthr

A Long Weekend

A LONG WEEKEND Iainlthr@hotmail.com A hand grabbed my forehead, and another twisted my arm up behind my back without warning. I tried to call out but my mouth was instantly covered by the glove of whoever had attacked me. Struggling, I felt warm breath on the side of my neck, the roughness of an unshaved chin, a hissing in my ear… “Don’t try to fight, cocksucker! I won’t hurt you if

A New Beginning, Part 1

A NEW BEGINNING 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

A New Beginning, Part 2

A NEW BEGINNING, Part 2 Iainlthr@hotmail.com Tim woke, startled and confused. Where was he? What was this binding around his chest? And then he remembered, and smiled happily to himself. The horror of the last few weeks, losing his partner, his home, his car and his job had driven him to a labouring job for a removal company. That in turn had led him to discover a treasure trove of

A New Beginning, Part 3

A NEW BEGINNING, Conclusion Together they descended the stairs to the basement. No daylight came here, and the dim illumination of a single globe barely lit it. The two men had come to their basement, their ‘playroom’, after having dressed each other in the most erotic, all encompassing leather harnesses chaps and gear that they loved so much. They had pledged their love for each

Back To A Future

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.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Be Careful What You Wish For I had been looking forward to this break for months. Work had been getting me down for a while. It always seemed like there was too much to do and no time to do it in. The pace of life, whilst I usually enjoyed it, had taken its toll, and I needed some quiet time, out of town and away from everything. And that was exactly what I had. Gerry had offered

Blind To Love

Nick was beside himself, jumping up and down with excitement. Not an unusual situation for him to be in. The dark headed, olive skinned young man had a tendency to get carried away over the smallest thing, so when he raced to Ian ready to burst with news, his friend took little notice. “I’ve found him, I’ve found him,” Nick exclaimed as he grabbed Ian’s arm, tugging at his shirt to

Blue

BLUE By iainlthr@hotmail.com It was hot. Damn hot. Had to be more than 40 by now and the heat was the sticky, humid heat that you only get in Far North Queensland. Still, this was what I’d come for, the heat and the sun, and to get away from the rush and cold at home. I dived into the pool for the hundredth time, letting the water wash away the sweat and cool me down as I lazily

Booted

“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

Christmas Present

Christmas Present As John’s orgasm ebbed away, he collapsed against me and I wrapped my arms and my legs around his sweaty, shaking, muscled frame. Between us, the remnants of my ejaculation squelched over both his skin and mine and we grinned at each other like kids. Slowly he withdrew his long, glorious cock from my body, and I reluctantly let it go as we stretched out alongside

Continuity

Dave, Part 1

Chapter One – Catching Up You could have knocked me down with a feather. Standing there, just across the bar from me, was a real ‘blast from the past’. I stood and looked, my eyes drinking in the sight. He was tall, a blond with wide shoulders and the sort of chest you only get from serious exercise during your developing years, and I should know: I’d watched him doing that

Dave, Part 2

Chapter Two – Almost Forgotten Several months had passed since the night I had bumped into Dave in the bar, and gone on to embarrass myself with another man. For a few days afterward, I had tried to examine my feelings that night, had tried to work out why I had called out Dave’s name during sex, given that I had never had sex with Dave, and that my fantasies of him were from

Dave, Part 3

Chapter Three – False start? Steve and I stayed together for another three months after the night that I bumped into Dave again at that bar. We tried, really we did. But as wonderful as our sex life was, outside of the bedroom we seemed to be less and less alike as time went on. He struggled at the small intimate dinner parties I loved so much, did all he could to keep up his

Dave, Part 4

Chapter Four: Absence Makes the Heart…? Dave and I spent most of the next two weeks together. We made love often, passionate rutting sex that echoed the sense of impending frustration at his leaving. We shared our thoughts and enjoyed each other’s company, but overshadowing the whole time was his imminent departure. The weekend of his move dawned bright and sunny. His furniture and

Dave, Part 5

Chapter Five – Long Time Passing “How long since you had sex?” I looked up in shock. Neil was staring at me, having asked his question across the dinner table in front of four other friends. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I said indignantly. “Yes it is,” he replied, “especially when you sit here at our table with a morose look on your face and refuse to join in the

Dave, Part 6

Chapter Six – How Did This Happen? I looked up at him, and my brain raced. How did this happen? Why was he here? What do I say to him? “Hello, Mike,” Dave said quietly, uncertainly. “It’s good to see you again.” As he did, he handed me the rose. “Uh, hi. Thank you…” I murmured softly. “Do you mind if I sit down?” “Yes. I mean, no. Please, sit,” I stuttered, trying desperately to

Dave, Part 7

Chapter Seven – Don’t Let Go Dave and I spent the following weekend making up for our ‘annus horribilis’, exploring each other’s mind and body, and generally fucking ourselves into exhaustion. Being with him was just so wonderful that I didn’t want to share him with anyone, but Neil’s comment kept sticking in my mind. If we were going to build a real relationship, we had to interact

Dave, Part 8

Chapter Eight – Home “Dave,” I murmured, a whispering softness that only he could have heard. “I…” His eyes opened wide and pierced my soul, a question and a hope written on his face. “I love you.” My heart didn’t race; my voice didn’t quiver. I knew what I was saying and I meant it, more certain of this than of anything before in my life. He looked at me, and instead of surprise,

Dave, Part 9

Chapter Nine – I Do! Dave and I moved into our new home about six weeks later. It sounds like a while, but in reality the time flew as we made arrangements as necessary, notified friends and relatives, and generally got used to the idea. To me, it felt like a passing dream, the thought of being in my own home with the man I loved, and somehow the weeks both dragged and raced at

Dave, Part10: Conclusion

Epilogue – The Lessons of the Past It’s been more than five years now since Dave and I were ‘married’. It is still one of my happiest, brightest memories, that day by the harbour, and the following night in the hotel. We followed it with a marvelous week of lovemaking and sunbathing at a tropical resort, and then came home to settle into our new life together. Despite my

Every Other Sunday

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

Fair Day

FAIR DAY BY IAIN - iainlthr@hotmail.com It was a cold Sunday morning. The thought of getting out of bed did not excite him at all, but he’d promised John that they would get together and go down to check out the Leather Pride market day on Forbes Street. Ian didn’t quite get why his closest friend seemed so keen to wander around looking at what he imagined would be just a bunch

Getting Out

“Mitchell, get in here, NOW!” My boss’ voice rang out through the office, and all eyes turned to me. I shuddered, and stood up from my desk as the faces around me looked away. I could hear the muffled sniggers as I made my way to the source of that shout. I tried desperately to think of what I might have done to incur his wrath in the last few days, but nothing would come to mind.

Jim's Closet

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

Leather Lovers

It was just another Friday night, same as all the others. Nothing special planned for the weekend and nothing exciting on the horizon. For quite a while I had been feeling as if something was missing, as if there had to be more than the endless round of work Monday to Friday and spending the weekends alternating between bars and beds, always looking for something but never really

Leather Lovers, Part 2

I had drifted off to sleep easily, wrapped in Mike’s arms, feeling oh so comfortable, and so satisfied with our lovemaking. When I woke, it was quite late for me. Around 10 in the morning, but his arms were still there, holding me tight. His harness and chaps, my leather pants, were thrown around the floor, removed after our hot session last night (or was that early this morning?).

Leather Lovers, Part 3

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

Leather Lovers, Part 4

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 5

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

Leather Lovers, Part 6

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 7

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 8

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

Long Lost Lovers

Long Lost Lovers Iainlthr@hotmail.com He looked fucking fabulous. I couldn’t take my eyes from his body, as I tried to drink in every inch of his frame, tried to hold the vision in my mind and store it away to be cherished forever more. At just over six feet tall, Ian dominated any group by virtue of his height alone. But he was gorgeous as well; a true hunk. His face was

Lost Needs

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

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

Nick And Noah

Chapter One Nick and Noah were an unlikely couple. Both were slender but muscled in build, but that was about the only thing they had in common. Nick was lucky to stand 5’6” in thick socks, while Noah often had to duck his 6’2” frame under low doorways and hanging ornaments. Noah was the embodiment of ancient Viking stock, his impossibly thin waist the base of a ‘V’ of flesh and

Nick And Noah, Part 2

“Holy shit!” declared Nick as he looked around at the mess. “Where do we start?” He began to walk further into the flat, kicking at some of the upturned items as he did, and bent down to pick something up just as Noah called out in an urgent voice. “Nick, don’t touch anything! We have to call the police.” Nick jumped back as if bitten by a snake, and turned to look at his

Nick And Noah, Part 3

First thing Thursday morning, despite their late night interrogation of Lena, the drag queen in the Shift, Nick and Noah were up and about early. They felt they were onto something at last, and they wanted to get to the supermarket where this ‘Geoffrey Renouf’ worked as soon as it opened. Nick seemed convinced it would lead them to Jim, although Noah still had considerable doubts.

Nick And Noah, Part 4 (REVISED)

At the address given on the sheet of paper Noah had 'borrowed' from Geoff's employer, they found a pleasant looking home surrounded by gardens in a quiet suburban street. Noah parked the car outside and turned to Nick, who was nursing an excited Indiana. "I told you: you'll have to stay here with him. Hopefully I won't be long." Nick looked disconsolately at his partner, and watched

Nick and Noah, Part 8: Conclusion

The sound of the doorbell at 3.00 in the morning caused both Nick and Noah to look up, and then at each other in alarm. They were both exhausted after the rigours of the day, and their exertions in their special dungeon with Jim as an audience. Noah had been relaxing on the sofa while Nick worried himself over the absence of Indiana, their dog, when the sound rang out. Jim had headed off to

Opposites Attract, Part 1

Jeff Shaw reclined in his chair, swiveled around and stared at a huge billboard across the street, from which his own smiling face stared back at him. “He’s on YOUR side!” declared the banner below his chin. He groaned inwardly. He had made a living out of exposing rip-off merchants and con men, to the extent that he had been given his own weekly television show, and had developed a

Opposites Attract, Part 2

They relaxed again, and Jeff lay back with his head on Michael’s lap, as Michael ran his fingers over Jeff’s body playfully. Staying there for hours, they chatted easily, confiding in each other, both finding it a strange but welcome relief to be able to open up completely to another person. Finally, around 2.00 am, Jeff began to get restless. “Do you need to be somewhere?” Michael

Opposites Attract, Part 3

The next day Michael was back at work as usual. If it weren’t for the new clothes hanging in his closet, he could easily have convinced himself that the weekend had all been a dream, so far removed was it from his day-to-day existence. Nothing had changed in the ‘real world’, yet he constantly thought of Jeff, of the incredible sex they had had, and of the special man behind the

Opposites Attract, Part 4

They idled away the rest of the morning and the early afternoon lying around the pool, swimming occasionally, or resting against each other and enjoying the view of the harbour. It was wonderful doing nothing, yet doing it together, and they were both completely contented, and so comfortable with each other. Late in the afternoon, Michael was lying stretched out in the lee of the

Opposites Attract, Part 5

Back at work on Monday morning, Michael was still so exhilarated by the weekend, still so amazed at the incredible experience of pure, natural sex and the unbelievable rush of emotion in realising that he loved Jeff and that Jeff loved him that he failed to notice the lack of usual bullying from his co-workers. It was only after lunch, when his supervisor asked him to get some

Opposites Attract, Part 6

The next day Jeff was still rapt with joy at having Michael move in. He planned a dozen things in his head, and excitedly showed Michael the basement he wanted to make into their ‘leather pit’. He started to explain how he would get Phillip to arrange things when Michael cut him off. “No,” he said with a force which made Jeff stop and look. “I don’t want Phillip doing this. This

Opposites Attract, Part 7

The next few days were hectic, to say the least. Jeff threw himself into this project with far more enthusiasm than anyone at the station had seen him exhibit in a long while. And still he was smiling and happy. More than one of his co-workers commented on the change that had come over him, and Suzie began to find herself pressed for more information, but she knew nothing and

Opposites Attract, Part 8

Friday dawned, the ‘big day’ for Jeff’s confrontation with Ken, the bigoted supervisor who had sacked Michael and Tim. As he lay next to Michael in bed that morning, Jeff looked at the sleeping face of his man and a tremendous wave of joy rolled over him. Something made Michael stir, and his eyes fluttered open to find Jeff so close beside him. “Morning,” Michael muttered sleepily.

Opposites Attract, Part 9

Three months flew by, and out of the blue, a letter arrived from the lawyers. Michael opened it with little concern. He had been told right at the start that the law moved slowly, and not to expect much to happen in a short time. As he read, his brow furrowed with confusion, and then his face lit up: The company had admitted responsibility, terminated Ken’s employment, and were

Ships In The NIght

He was a real spunk, the kind of guy you could stare at for hours, and he lived across the hall from me. I had only been living here a month when he moved in, and the day he did I noticed him: noticed the strong legs and wide shoulders, the thin waist and tanned skin topped by a beautiful face with a permanent smile beneath a shock of mousy blond hair. The day he arrived I was on

Take It Or Leave It - Satisfaction

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

Take It Or Leave It, Part 1: Arrival

Take It Or Leave It: Discipline

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

Take It Or Leave It: Rewards

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

Take It Or Leave It: Riches

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

The Shopper

The first time I saw him I almost creamed my pants on the spot. Tall, dark and handsome was the usual expression, but that went nowhere near doing justice to the way he looked. He stood at least 6’4”, and had short dark brown hair that looked a little unruly but suited him to perfection. His skin was tanned a deep golden brown and contrasted beautifully with the white T-shirt and

Work It Out

[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

Work It Out Some More

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,

Work It Out Together

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.

Work It Out Ultimately

[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!]

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