Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 05:06:01 +0000
From: Norm M <nmelicha@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fallen Angel

Howdy all.  New story, been a long time since the last one. Totally
fiction. Always glad to hear what you think.
norm

Fallen Angel
Part 1

I had been scoping out this place for a long time.  Definitely a gay bar,
lots of activity, both leather and rubber, and I was going to put myself in
the middle of it for the first time in my life.  This wasn't easy, being
the classic lurker, I really wasn't out...in any real sense, but I had been
moving toward this day and I was anxious to try out a life style that I had
only dreamed and read about.

No one knew me in this neighborhood and I knew no one.  I made sure of that,
discretion, that was important.  I had a good job, and was respected at
work.  Before moving here I had taken a good month off, and had slowly been
working to change my appearance, from midwest country, to big city single.
Working out at the gym had helped tighten up my body, which I don't mind
saying was already in pretty good shape.  My heavy facial growth lent
itself to a quick beard and mustache, that I kept cropped very short and
well trimmed.  That change alone was amazing.  Few of my old friends would
pick me out on the street.  I lost my long, college, don't give a crap hair
and cut it so that it was a bit longer that a buzz. New clothes, tight
where they needed to be tight and my look was finished.  Even being the
modest guy I was, I didn't mind looking in the mirror and smiling.  Who
would ever guess I was a country kid looking for a new life?

Being a single guy, new to town, I had been checked out and hit on by more
than one good looking woman, all of which I quietly put off. I was careful
not to say no, only delay....indefinitely.  If only they knew, I was
scoping out the guys in the office, not the women!

My attraction to men was an awareness that had come to me slowly and my
acceptance even slower.  I had begun by buying gay mags, and found myself
excited.  Then I stumbled upon a slick that was filled with leather and
rubber.  That's when I knew, who I was and what I wanted.

Over the last year I had been quietly shopping for some leather.  I had
found a site on the net and ordered a pair of leather jeans, some chaps, a
vest, even a hood.  God how I loved the feel of leather, especially my
jeans. Tight, sexy, molded to my body jeans, my cock showing just enough.
At home, with the blinds pulled, I often put it all on.  Lacing the hood
nice and tight, pressing it against my face, and then staring into the
mirror I became another being.  A leatherman, looking for sex!  Tonight for
the first time I would venture out to try and make my dream become real and
I wanted the look to be just right.  In the mail today had come something I
had been drooling after, a latex body suit.  It had a zip up the front,
short legs and short sleeves.  I had found it by chance and knew I had to
have it.  Finding it crammed into my mailbox had made me instantly hard the
minute I saw it and held the package in my hands.  Practically running into
the apartment I quickly stripped off my work clothes and unwrapped my
package.  The soft cool folds of the garment fell into my hands and pooled
in my lap.  Brushing against my raging cock made it dance as it touched
it's softness.  I unconsciously pulled it to my nose and inhaled the strong
acid rubber scent.  God what a turn on!

The directions said to use talc to help pull the garment on.  I powdered
the the inside as I unzipped the front.  Gently I slipped my feet through
the tight black legs and pulled the clingy rubbery suit up snugly around my
hungry thighs.  Carefully I worked the suit up to my crotch, gently
pulling, coaxing the stretchy material until it snapped into place, it's
rubbery tightness finding my ass and pulling into the crack.  I slowly
worked my arms into the sleeves, finding it so tight across my broad
shoulders that I had to add some lube as I strained to get it in place.
What a feeling as it stretched and slid over my body.  Before zipping it
up, I decided to squirt some more lube down the front, just to make things
interesting! As the cool liquid slide down my belly and pooled around my
cock, I got harder than I had ever been in my life!  I cautiously pulled
the zip up my firm body, stretching the latex across my chest. Finishing I
realized that the suit had an optional built in locking collar that would
capture the zipper in its embrace.  What the hell, I've got to have a small
padlock around here somewhere...hmmm my suitcase!  I quickly undid the lock
and fastened it to my neck!  Shit, I already looked hot and felt sooo
horny!

I couldn't help but clutch myself through the rubbery layer and soon sunk
down onto the bed, my hand squeezing, rubbing, heating up my tool.  Dreams
of another man touching me, rubbing me, licking my tight latex covered body
floated through my head.  I found my self massaging my stiff tool even
faster, pressing harder and harder as my fantasies became more and more
real.  Suddenly I was creaming myself inside my now hot suit!  Hot steamy
juices mixing with lube, captured within the clingy latex, surrounding me,
filling my ass, creating a sensation I had only dreamed of.

Finally getting up, nursing my now filled suit, checking for leaks, smiling
at the thought of carrying my spunk around smeared against by body, I
eagerly reached over for my leather jeans and pulled them up over my body.
Their tightness only added to the excitement of the latex pressing the man
juices closer to my body.  My upper body now gleamed above the leather
jeans.  I pulled my wide leather belt tight and hung a pair of handcuffs
from it like I had seen some other guys do.  I never had any plan to use
them, heaven help me if I was asked too put them on someone.  I pulled on
my engineer boots and my cycle jacket, grabbed some money and headed out
the door, pushing a pair of dark shades over my eyes.  I felt hot, both
physically and mentally. Sweat was beginning to build inside my rubber
prison, running down to my crotch adding to the slippery feeling as my cock
swam in its confinement, with even the sensation of walking keeping it
hard.  The bar was only a couple blocks away, so I walked, quite self
conscious, wondering how much the bulge in my pants showed, but in this
neighborhood my appearance was anything but unusual.