Date: Mon, 08 Apr 2002 13:28:15 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim's Closet

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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 about `poofters, fairies
and fags' that his mates had made whenever the topic came up were more than
enough warning for him to keep his feelings very much to himself. He dated a
few of the girls in town, but never felt comfortable, and the relationships
rarely lasted more than a few weeks. He knew what he was, but couldn't tell
anyone, and ached to be the same as the others. He wished desperately that
he didn't have the feelings he had, but no matter what he did they just
wouldn't go away.

Trying to bury his hidden longings, he had thrown himself into sports and
played football in the winter and swam competitively during the warmer
months. But that didn't help a lot. The contact and camaraderie after a
footy match was great, but it just left him feeling even more empty. The
change rooms at the pool were worse, with all those naked bodies so close
and yet so far. His life consisted of  work, his sports, and lonely nights
alone and he was miserable. He had bought himself a computer and used it
mainly to keep track of personal finances or to research projects for work
from home on the weekends. It was on one of those weekends that he
discovered the joys of surfing the internet. Sitting there one wet Saturday,
he idly typed in the word `gay' on his search engine, expecting to get a
dictionary type listing of information sites. Instead, page after page of
porno sites came up. Embarrassed, he quickly shut down the system, checking
behind himself, which was crazy since he lived alone. As he thought about
the list of sites he had seen over the next few hours, his curiosity grew,
along with his desire. He had to see more of this new world, the pictures of
men with men, the images that had made him feel so needful, so wanting.

As he began again his search, he felt his excitement growing. Retracing his
steps from before he discovered page after page of images of men together,
kissing, sucking, having sex. He couldn't believe his eyes, and couldn't
drag himself away. He was fascinated by the sights. His cock grew with need
as he explored and he kept adjusting himself in his shorts. He continued to
scroll through the various web sites on offer, wishing he could somehow jump
into the world that opened up on his screen. Suddenly his attention was
caught even more, drawn by the latest site he had clicked onto. Men, hunks
all of them, muscled and beautiful, and dressed in horny, erotic clothes of
black leather. He was riveted. The black clad studs that sprang onto his
screen transfixed him with envy and desire. The power they emanated, the
need they stirred was something he had never known before, but knew he
wanted badly.

For days afterwards, Jim could barely concentrate on anything else. The
images he had seen kept coming to mind, stirring him like nothing he had
known. Black leather, in the form of jackets and pants and chaps, strap-like
creations wrapped around muscled torsos and tiny pouch affairs covering but
not really hiding cocks and balls with glossy blackness were what filled his
thoughts. He had to try some of that, had to experience the feel, the smell
of tanned hide against his skin. The nearest city was three hours drive
away, but Jim determined that he had to live his dreams, and that was the
place to do it.

The weekend approached. Jim told a few friends he was going to Sydney to
meet up with some distant relatives he hadn't seen for years, a vague story
about a family reunion that he figured would keep the questions away and
give him a chance to have two full days to himself. He had booked himself
into a  hotel downtown, not far from the area he knew to be the gay part of
town, and set off straight after work Friday so he could be in the city that
night to begin his adventure.

Arriving at the hotel, Jim quickly checked in and then took a shower,
dressing in a pair of denim jeans and tight white T. His heart in his mouth,
he set off into the night. It didn't take long to find the gay bars along
the Oxford Street strip, and he wandered into a few, impressed and delighted
to see pairs of men, both in the bars and on the street, holding hands,
kissing and making out. He felt vindicated, felt that it was proof that he
was not only not alone, but not perverted or a freak either. If only the
people back home could accept men together the way the people around here
obviously did.

Grabbing a bite to eat at one of the many cafes along the strip, Jim sat for
a moment to watch the crowd go by. As he sipped a coffee, he felt his desire
rise as he stared at the throng of openly gay men promenading up and down
the street. His eye was caught by two guys casually strolling arm in arm
towards him. They were dressed in the kind of leather gear he had seen on
some of his internet forays -- black leather chaps over tight faded Levis,
square toed leather boots, those upper body harnesses around their chests.
One wore a cap on his head, the other a dog collar of black leather studded
with metal points around his neck. Jim was fascinated. He could hardly take
his eyes off the bulges in their jeans as they strode closer to him.
Hurriedly finishing his cup and throwing a note onto the table, he got up
just as they passed, and blended into the crowd, easily following them a
short distance behind.

As he strolled up the busy street, trying to look casual without letting the
two men get beyond him, his excitement grew. He could feel the familiar
swelling at his groin, as he studied the bodies ahead of him, took in their
perfect masculine proportions swathed in tight denim and glossy leather. How
he wished he could reach out and touch the hide, feel it against his skin,
wear it himself. Suddenly his unknowing guides disappeared into a laneway.
Jim panicked, thinking he had lost them, or that they had realised they were
being followed. As he passed the end of the alley where he had last seen
them, he looked down into the darkness, and saw a small neon sign -- a bar!
"The Barracks" it proclaimed.

Jim hesitated, uncertain of himself. Summoning his courage, he made for the
sign. With a new resolve he pushed open the door and strode inside. His eyes
beheld paradise. At least that was his first thought. Everywhere he looked
were men in all manner of leather clothes, drinking, laughing, talking
amongst themselves. He found himself a quiet corner of the bar, grabbed a
beer, and settled down to take it all in. There were men here who were real
men, masculine, hard, rugged, and yet they were obviously gay, arms around
other men, feeling each other up, hands on bums and groins and shoulders in
public, without any sense of guilt or secrecy. It seemed as though almost
every person in the place was wearing some form of leather, and some of them
were really decked out in it. Jim sat, nursing his drinks, and let the waves
of belonging roll over him as he surveyed the sea of black leather before
him.

Men wore leather jeans, tight and revealing, accentuating every movement as
ripples of black hide glistened in the low light of the bar. Jackets of
black were draped over shoulders, or fell open to hint at strong chests and
more leather. Boots were everywhere, black, polished, shining, some with
metal chains draped around them, some high and tight, others square and
masculine. Chaps were common. Jim had always assumed that they were simply
to protect clothing and legs when riding, but here the chaps were glistening
and black, gripping strong legs and showing off muscles, framing groins and
arses in supple black hide. The harness type collections of straps and/or
metal were all around him in a multitude of varieties. Some wrapped the
wearers tightly, row after row of leather straps around their upper bodies
and over their shoulders. Others were simpler, two or four bands of shining
black leather around chests, maybe with a chain of silver between some of
the straps, highlighting the skin beneath. A few of the men in the place
wore leather pouches rather than jeans or pants. The glowing darkness
showing off their groins more than hiding them. Jim could clearly see the
outlines of cocks, tubes of manmeat encased in black leather, horny and
inviting. He had difficulty taking his eyes away from some of them, groins
`dressed' in such a way as to show off what they had, no intent at all to
hide a thing. Black spheres of leather where testicles were cushioned and
held by thongs of shimmering hide.

As the night drew on, he began to feel a little out of place, not because he
was gay, but because he was only in denim and a t-shirt. He wanted to be
wearing leather himself, needed to feel the touch of it against his skin, to
know he too was dressed as some of the beautiful men he stared at. Finally,
around 2 a.m. he headed back to his hotel, his mind a confusion of emotions.
He had found a place where he could be himself, but wanted to be more a part
of the new world he had discovered. As he tossed and turned trying to find
sleep, he resolved that tomorrow he would have to go shopping for some of
his own black leather.

The next morning he was up and about early, the unfamiliar room and the
unexpected noise of the traffic denying him a sleep-in. Quickly he showered,
before setting off again to explore this gay new world in daylight.

The street was alive again (or was that `still'). People everywhere. Men,
walking together, holding hands, touching. Pairs of guys going about their
daily business as if it was expected that two men would be a couple. Jim's
eyes widened and stayed that way as he walked around the area, getting his
bearings. He had passed a couple of shops selling leather gear. Had looked
in but was still uncertain about the openness of the city and the intent he
had for his purchases. Seeing yet another store with jackets and pants and
boots in the display window, he made up his mind, took a deep breath, and
strode inside.

The scent of leather assailed him, washed over him. It was pervasive but
inviting, like coming home after a long time away. The shop itself was
fairly dark, but his eyes adjusted quickly to the dimness. Rack upon rack of
clothing was displayed and available. Leather pants and jeans in all
different sizes and styles. Jackets in glistening black, with or without
metallic chains, bike jackets, high cut dress jackets, loose fitting jackets
everywhere. Boots in every imaginable style, lined up and polished. Vests
and gloves and shirts. Chaps, row after row, in various styles, all of them
black and inviting. Jim ran his hands over the hide, felt the texture of the
leather under his fingers, breathed in the aroma. Further into the shop he
ventured, lured by the enticing darkness and the erotic black leather. Here
he found harnesses -- that was exactly what they were labeled as -- in every
configuration. Combinations of leather and metal, snaps and buckles. Beside
them were rows of pouches, jockstraps and posing things, each and every one
made of glistening black leather, some with metal studs adorning the bands
or the pouch itself. There were caps, like police caps, made of leather with
metal chains and bright visors, there were soft baseball style caps, and any
manner of varieties in between. Gloves and wristlets and more.

He almost jumped out of his skin when a salesman came up behind and coughed
"May I help you, Sir?"

"Uh..." Jim was lost for words.

The salesman saw a  nervous country boy, and whispered confidentially, "I'd
be happy to answer any questions or help any way I can, and there's no need
to be at all embarrassed."

Jim smiled gratefully. "I would like to get a pair of chaps, a jacket, some
boots, and one of those harness things," he blurted out, "... As well as some
other stuff, maybe?"

Over the next hour, Jim got the royal treatment, waited on and shown piece
by piece as Gary, the salesman, patiently showed him different styles and
sizes and helped him out. Gary could sense a big sale out of this new boy in
town, and Jim was just enjoying the service and grateful for the
non-judgmental assistance. Soon he had himself a pair of gleaming black
chaps that fitted him like a glove. Gary assured him that they should be as
tight as possible to show off his great legs. Jim had smiled at the
compliment, wondering if it was sincere. A pair of high sided square toed
boots that shone with a bright polish, sporting metal rings at both inner
and outer ankles, connected by a piece of silver chain, were also his. He
had selected a jacket with buckles around the waist and leather epaulets
adorned with metal studs, and chains hanging from each shoulder. Gary helped
fit him to the right size, remarking on Jim's wide shoulders. Next came the
harness, and this was where he really valued Gary's help.

Unable to decide exactly what he wanted, he simply said "I want something
that looks damned hot!"

Gary smiled, and set out to oblige. He selected a relatively simple
arrangement, but one he knew would show off Jim's well developed chest to
perfection. It consisted of two wide black shoulder straps and two similar
straps that came around the side of Jim's ribcage. All four bands joined at
the back at a silver metal ring which sat between his shoulder blades, and
met again at another metal ring on his chest, between his pecs. All four of
the strong bright leather straps could be tightened by using steel buckles
which were positioned so they sat just above and just below his pectoral
muscles, emphasising his nipples, and pushing his chest up and out to look
incredibly hot. From both back and front another single band of leather
dropped to another set of metal rings, from which two more wide black
leather bands circled his waist, again with silver buckles at the front to
allow them to be adjusted if needed.

"You MUST have a posing strap to go with that harness and those chaps!" Gary
enthused. Jim shrugged, uncertain about the thong. Gary selected a shining
black leather pouch which was held in place by an elasticised black waist
band and a thin black leather strap that ran from the "V" at the bottom of
the pouch and up between the wearer's butt cheeks to connect to the
waistband at the back.

"Trust me ," Gary said, "with that outfit on, you'll turn heads. You'll be
the hottest man around!" Jim still looked a little uncertain. Gary could see
how hot he would be, but could also see that his customer just wasn't
convinced. "Listen, the only way to know is to put the whole ensemble on, so
you can see for yourself" he whispered conspiratorially. "Come through to
the back. There's a room there where you can dress and see it in private."

Jim followed the eager salesman to the rear of the shop. Several fitting
rooms were set up with lockable doors. Ushering Jim into one of these rooms,
Gary followed with an armful of the things Jim had agreed to purchase, or
that Gary was trying to talk him into. Turning the latch, Gary laid the
various items out on a bench.

"Take your clothes off and put them here," he indicated several hooks. "Get
dressed as you please. I'll be right outside. If you want a hand at all,
just call me." And he left Jim alone, pulling the door closed behind him and
turning the latch again.

Jim stripped off his jeans and T-shirt. He unfolded and pulled the leather
thong on, feeling it's soft supple texture against his groin. He began to
get an erection, and tried his best to stifle the urge, but couldn't quite
lose the hardness as the soft black leather cushioned his balls and wrapped
around his semi-hard cock. Next he pulled the chaps on, tying the waistband
in place and smoothing the leather flaps around his legs, reaching to pull
the inner leg zippers up, making tiny adjustments as he did to get them
comfortable. The chaps were tight. They gripped his legs, and his hands
lingered as he smoothed the hide against himself, feeling the leather
against his skin, relishing the sensation as he felt his own muscles through
the supple gleaming leather. The harness he picked up and tried to fasten
around himself, but no matter how he tried he couldn't seem to get into it.
After several minutes, he gave up.

"Gary????" he called quietly.

Instantly the door opened and the salesman slipped into the room, quickly
closing and latching the door again. He took one look at the expression on
Jim's face, and the half draped harness, and smiled.

"It's easy when you know how!" he reassured his customer. Unbuckling one
side of the rib straps and one of the waist straps, he showed Jim how to
drop the shoulders over his head, then pull the undone rib around, buckling
it easily from the front and following suit with the waist strap. Once all
of the leather bands were firmly buckled, he helped Jim to adjust the
harness, pulling it into place so the straps slid under his pecs and pushed
up to support his chest. With Gary still standing there, Jim pulled the
jacket on. Gary gave a long, quiet whistle.

"Looking hot!!!" he commented, seriously. He turned Jim around to face the
full length mirror on the opposite wall.

Jim almost didn't recognize his own reflection in the glass. Staring back at
him from that wall was a leather `god'. The shimmering black leather he wore
hugged his body tightly, showing off his legs, his torso, his shoulders and
his groin. Jim marvelled at the way the chaps seemed to ripple as he moved.
He turned to see that they framed his bare arse cheeks, black around white.
The wide straps of leather around his chest emphasised his pectorals, making
them look far better than Jim had ever envisioned. His shoulders were wide
and strong under the leather jacket. But it was the pouch which set the
whole thing off. Standing there, looking at himself, Jim was entranced by
his own body and his own groin. He could clearly see his balls, shining
black orbs in a cocoon of supple leather. Above them, the tube of his cock
lay sideways, gripped by the pouch and accentuated by the black sheen. He
swore he could make out the ridge of his cockhead. He instantly developed an
erection, and that too became both obvious and emphasised within the
leather. Jim tried to turn away, to hide his growing hardness from Gary.

The salesman smiled at him, and said softly. "Don't worry. It happens all
the time, and so it should! You look great in that outfit, and an erection
like that is something to be proud of!" Jim blushed, but Gary went on.
"Listen, you probably think I say that just to get a sale, but seriously,
you look so hot. I'm not supposed to chat up the customers, but if you're
interested, well, I finish here about 5.30...?"

This time it was Gary who blushed, and Jim felt incredibly complimented.
"Thanks for the offer. It makes me feel really good, but maybe not just yet.
I don't know if I'm quite ready for that kind of thing."

Gary looked away, embarrassed, and Jim reached out to his face. "Truly, I'm
honoured that you would ask, but the whole scene is just all so new to me."

At that, Gary smiled again. "Well, if you change your mind... Now, did you
want the thong?"

"Want it? I'll take the lot!" Jim stated emphatically. Gary left him alone
again to remove the outfit and get dressed. When he was finished, Gary took
all of the things to the counter to be wrapped and bagged. Still chatting
brightly with Jim, he indicated another counter. It was a display case full
of toys and other items that Jim quite simply didn't recognize.

"You have to have one of these cockrings!" Gary stated. "With all the gear
you have, and looking as hot as you do, this would finish off the collection
perfectly." As he spoke, he held up a bright silver ring with a leather
strap connected to it. The strap consisted of two pieces which hung open,
with metal snap studs so that it could be fastened together to form a single
leather band. Jim looked at it without comprehending. He looked at Gary
confused.

"How do you wear it?"

Gary explained how the metal ring went around both the cock and balls, and
then the leather strap snapped around the balls holding them down and away
from the shaft of your dick. He told Jim how the metal helped to prevent the
blood leaving your erect penis, and the strap restricted the testicles from
constricting so that ejaculation was delayed, increasing pleasure for both
partners.

"Just remember that it's difficult to put on if you are already erect." He
said. "You have to pull first one nut and then the other through the ring,
then bend your cock through it as well and pull it down against your pelvis.
Then you snap the band closed by pulling it together around your balls,
between them and your cock." He said it so matter of fact that Jim almost
forgot exactly what he was describing. Almost but not quite. As Gary spoke,
he began to get hard imagining the metal around himself.

Jim looked uncertain. Gary watched his face. "Listen, take it anyway. Free.
You've spent quite a bit here already, so I'll throw it in. if you don't
like it, throw it away. If you need any more help with it, well, I'm here
every day." Gary grinned as he finished. He bagged Jim's purchases for him,
rang up the account and put it through on the credit card Jim handed over.

As he left, Jim turned back to Gary. "Thanks, for everything. I mean it."

"No problem, stud!" Gary smiled. "Go out and get `em. And remember where I
am. Just in case..."

		   ************************************

Back at his hotel, Jim just had to try the entire outfit on. Starting with
the cockring. He stripped naked, and held the metal and steel contraption in
his hand, examining it. Remembering what he had been told about how to get
it on, he carefully slid the cool metal under himself, pulling one testicle
through the ring. As he tried to pull his second nut through the first kept
pulling back. After some experimentation and several tries, he managed to
get both balls through the ring at once, holding himself carefully to avoid
them slipping back. He pushed the tip of flaccid cock back toward the steel,
feeling it cold against his sensitive skin. Pulling carefully, he managed to
get his cockhead through, and then to pull the length of his meat into the
ring, sliding it back against his skin. Immediately he managed it, he began
to get hard. The cockring was tight around him, and felt so good. Looking at
himself with this foreign object in place, Jim couldn't help but get
excited, which caused his cock to swell, and as it did the ring felt even
tighter, gripping him. Very quickly he was fully erect, and felt empowered
by the metal around him. Reaching down, he pulled the leather straps around
the sac of skin holding his balls, snapping it together. He felt bound, yet
virile. The metal and leather held him firmly in place, proud and erect, his
balls pulled away from his shaft, a little uncomfortable but not painful at
all.

He pulled the leather thong on, adjusting his hard penis to lay sideways in
its black pouch. The supple hide cushioned and supported his nuts, and he
looked to the mirror to see yet again the emphasised shape of his tube of
manliness shining and black, clearly distinguishable within its cocoon of
leather. Jim pulled the chaps on, fastening them easily and smoothing the
hide around and against his legs. As he did his hands lingered, running up
and down the leather, feeling the texture against his skin, looking
fascinated at the musculature of his legs encased in the glimmering black
hide. Sitting to pull on the new boots, he creaked. The new leather he wore
making protesting sounds as it stretched around him. Standing again he
sensed a change in his very demeanour, felt as though the leather he wore
was imparting some special strength and confidence. He struggled into the
harness, recalling the way Gary had shown him to pull it on and fasten it in
place. Tightening the buckles, he adjusted the straps to sit correctly,
feeling the leather wrap around him. As he lifted the jacket on and shrugged
his shoulders into position, the scent of new leather filled the air. He
breathed deeply, the aroma exciting and thrilling him.

The mirror held a vision he refused to believe could be himself. Clad in
shining black from neck to toe, he looked great! The leather moulded itself
to his legs and groin, showing off everything he had, making him look so
incredibly hot. His meaty prong, still semi hard, appeared a tube of
glistening black, guarding the shining round lumps beneath. His thighs and
calves rippled as he moved. Turning from side to side, the black hide framed
his round firm butt, accentuating the white skin. The wide straps of leather
around his torso were taut but comfortable, and held him wonderfully. The
chest bands pushed his pecs up and forward, emphasising his nipples and
displaying his muscles beautifully. His shoulders, draped with the black
leather, were impossibly wide and implied strength and power. Simply, he
looked incredible! His hands wandered over his body, touching, feeling as he
proved to himself that this was really him. He HAD to go out tonight dressed
like this. But he couldn't walk the streets bare-arsed! Just couldn't bring
himself to do it.

Reluctantly he began to undress. Pulling off the boots, he stripped himself
of the chaps and jacket. The pouch stayed in place, his cock and balls still
within the restraints beneath it. He pulled a pair of jeans up and over the
leather thong, and swore that even through the denim he looked bigger thanks
to the metal he wore. The jacket was removed for a minute, as he donned a
T-shirt over the harness. The straps and buckles could still be made out
through the flimsy material, but he didn't care. Replacing the jacket and
boots he looked again, appreciatively. Even as he was now, with leather
jacket and boots, and hidden harness and pouch beneath the cotton and denim,
he looked damn good, and felt great.

Jim retraced his steps to the shop where he had found all this wonderful
gear. As he entered, Gary looked up, and grinned widely. "Back so soon? I
hope you've come to see me?"

"In a manner of speaking!" Jim said. "The outfit is just so fantastic. I'm
wearing the cockring and pouch right now." He confided softly. "I really
want to be seen out in the whole kit, tonight, but I just can't bring myself
to walk the streets, well, you know, bare."

Gary smiled again. He scribbled a list of bars with addresses and phone
numbers on a scrap of paper. "All of these places are exactly what you need.
Places to see and be seen. And they all have cloakrooms. You can wear jeans
and a T over the top of the chaps and harness until you get there, then
check them in and strut your stuff in the bar."

"Thanks again, mate," said Jim earnestly. "I really do owe you for the
help."

"Not at all, and my offer still stands!" Gary looked wistfully as Jim left.
Such a nice guy, and so hot looking.

			 ************************

That night, Jim set out on his adventure. Dressing himself in his full new
outfit, and pulling a loose pair of jeans over his lower body, with a
T-shirt beneath his jacket, he found the first bar on Gary's list easily.
Once inside, he made for the cloakroom, where sure enough there were
changing cubicles and lockers available to allow a complete change of
clothes if you wanted. Shucking off the jeans and leaving the T in a locker,
Jim adjusted himself yet again, clad solely in the shining new black
leather. Feeling nervous but excited, he pushed open the door and strode
into the main bar area.

Leather. Everywhere. Black, gleaming, inviting. Men dressed very much like
himself. Others in combinations of denim and hide. Some in much more
revealing outfits than his own. The place was fantastic, and he felt
completely at home. He attracted quite a few looks himself, but they were
admiring glances rather than scorn or disapproval. Finding a place where he
could stand easily and lean at a high table, he slowly sipped at a drink as
he took in the panorama of leather gods, and melted into the scene himself,
watched by others as much as he watched them.

Numerous times during the evening he spotted guys who looked so incredible,
so hot, that he began to harden. The combination of alcohol and man musk,
mixing with the aroma of leather and the visions that crossed the floor kept
him erect most of the time. But rather than being embarrassed or concerned,
the confidence and power he felt in this place, in this gear, meant that he
enjoyed it. In a strange way it was exhibitionism at its best. He could
stand and drink, or strut to the bar and around the place, his cock hard and
straining against the leather in which it was encased, and feel proud and
hot. The stares from other patrons, many directed at his groin without
embarrassment, made him feel even better. No reason to hide his manliness.
Let the world see it, and him, and enjoy as he enjoyed showing off.

Many of the guys in the place made eye contact with him. Some beckoned to
him to join them, others approached him with comments and suggestions. He
was complimented on his looks, chatted up by many, and received outright
propositions for sex. He loved the entire evening, but politely declined the
offers. This was his first time in full leather surrounded by others like
him, and he wanted to stay there forever. Besides, he was still a virgin,
and just didn't know how he would handle explaining that to a complete
stranger. He knew the theory alright, but hadn't ever put it into practice.

As the night wore on, and the crowd in the bar began to thin, Jim knew the
night couldn't last forever. But he also knew that he had found a place he
wanted to be, and discovered that he liked himself, felt he had something to
offer another person. It was a strange realisation after all the years of
wishing he could be someone else, could change the way he was. The alcohol
had helped as well. He was a long way from being drunk, but his inhibitions,
what was left of them, shrank away with each drink.

He was revelling in the newly discovered sense of self worth when he felt a
tap on his shoulder. Turning around he readied himself for another polite
refusal. The face looking at him was familiar, and slowly recognition
dawned.

"Hi Jim," said a soft voice. Gary from the shop stood before him, but not
the Gary he remembered. That Gary had been businesslike, in a plain white
shirt and tie and blue slacks. This Gary was stunning. Dressed much like
Jim, in full leathers, he seemed to have grown in size. His shoulders were
wider than Jim remembered, his chest bigger, his legs thicker. This Gary
radiated confidence and self-assurance, smiling gently, clad from head to
toe in shining black hide. He wore an open jacket, cut high at the sides and
back, over a harness of leather and metal. Jim could see shoulder straps of
glistening leather set with metal studs that connected to two metal rings
over Gary's nipples, both of which were pierced, set through with silver
circles. The rings encircling his nipples were connected to each other by a
chain of silver, and from them two more wide black bands of leather
disappeared behind his back. Another set of straps, also in leather
descended from the metal in a "V" to join at a metal ring around his navel,
with yet more straps around his waist.

Gary's chaps were just as tight as Jim's, maybe even more so. They gripped
his legs, sprayed onto them like a second skin. Every movement he made
showed in the rippling black leather, sparkles of light reflecting from the
polished hide. His thighs were thick and strong, his legs long and powerful
in appearance, encased in black. Solid square toed boots beneath the chaps
were buffed and bright. In the triangular area where the chaps ended at the
top of his thighs, Jim could see another shimmering black shape, a pouch of
glossy leather. Even in the dim light of the bar, Jim could not miss the
large inviting tube of blackness outlined at Gary's groin, or the beckoning
spheres below which seemed almost to be moving within their leather cushion
of their own accord. He swore he could make out the line of raised skin
around Gary's cockhead through the tight leather thong only inches from him.

As the two men stood, face to face, and drank in the sight of each other,
both felt the stirrings at their groin, and both noticed as the other began
to harden, the unmistakable increase in size of the cradled masculinities.
Neither made any attempt to hide or cover themselves. As Jim had discovered
early in the night, sporting an erection while wrapped in leather, in full
view of the bar was incredibly erotic, and contributed inexplicably to the
sense of strength and power that came with the leather garb.

"Are you going to say anything, or just stand there and smoulder at me?"
Gary asked quietly, his eyes a mixture of mirth and lust.

"Erhh," Jim stammered "Have you just arrived?"

"No, I've been here for hours, just watching." He pointed to a dark corner.
It was very difficult to make out any detail in there. "Enjoying the show.
Are you happy with the impression you've made? I have to tell you, you've
had some comments going in here tonight. Everyone wants to know who the
hunky new man is, and why he won't go home with anyone."

"But I..." Jim stopped, thought. "Have you been following me?"

"Yes and no. This place is my usual. I could tell you were new in town, and
when you asked where to go, I naturally wrote my favourite bar at the top of
the list. I was hoping you'd show up, and when you did, I just slid into the
dark corner to watch. You look fucking great!!"

"So do you!" Jim blurted out. "If they let you dress like that at work,
you'd sell a hell of a lot more stuff. Everyone would want to look just like
you!"

Gary smiled, very pleased with the compliment. He looked deep into Jim's
eyes, trying to read the thoughts behind them. As he did, his hand reached
out, touching Jim's hip, just above the waistline of his chaps. Jim
instantly jumped, backed away.

"I'm sorry," said Gary quickly, confused. "I didn't mean to startle you, or
upset you."

"It's okay." Jim replied. "I'm just not, um, used to being touched, not by
another man."

Gary looked surprised, then realisation dawned. "Jim, are you...?" he broke
off, embarrassed.

Jim looked miserable. Gary put his hand on Jim's shoulder and drew him into
the dimness of the corner, finding him a seat. It was quiet here, private,
and they could talk without being overheard. Gary started again.

"Hey, I didn't mean to pry" he said.

Jim looked at him. "This is my first time!" he suddenly blurted out. "First
time in leather, first time being out and about, first time being openly
gay. I love it, love the feeling, but I just haven't ever, well, done
anything with another guy, I mean, ever." Jim poured out his soul to this
almost stranger. The alcohol and the atmosphere of the bar combined to break
down his reserve.

Gary sat back, stunned for a second. "Wow!" he said. "When you came out of
the closet, you really burst out, didn't you? From nothing to one of the
hottest full on leather gods this place has seen in years!" Jim didn't miss
the compliment, or the admiring tone Gary used when describing him.

"I don't know that I'd say I was `out of the closet'" Jim stated. "When I go
home, I'll be just as secretive and hidden as before. I live in a little
country town where everyone knows everyone and everything. This is my first
trip to the city, but I'm damn sure it won't be my last!" This final comment
was almost spat out, a hint of defiance in his voice.

Gary's heart opened to this gorgeous man, living in a world so completely
different to his own. He couldn't imagine having to hide your true self all
day every day, but he could certainly see and hear the pain and ache in Jim.
The man sitting in front of him was so different to anyone else he knew.
There was no pretense, no making out that he was better than the rest. His
honesty and humility were so refreshing and so alluring to the city boy.

"You let me help you before, but then I was getting paid, it was my job."
Gary said softly. "Do you find me attractive?"

"Oh yes, so much I can't tell you!" Jim enthused.

"Then, will you let me help you again, let me be your friend and guide for
the rest of the night?"

Jim's eyes widened again, as he took a whole new look at the desirable man
before him, clad in inviting leather, offering him -- what? He didn't know
exactly, just knew that he wanted `it'.

"Okay, " he said softly, uncertainly, but please remember, this is all new
to me. You might have to make allowances for a total lack of experience."

Gary smiled, his heart swelling. "C'mon, stud, let's get out of here."

Gary led him from the bar, convincing him not to put his jeans and T back
on, but bundle them up in a bag. Gary's bike was parked just outside, so
they didn't need to walk very far in full view. Within minutes they pulled
into a parking garage below a block of flats, and Gary led Jim to an
elevator and up to his home, ushering him inside. They were alone.

Jim stood there, uncomfortable, uncertain. Gary stood before him, looking at
him, marvelling at the glorious sight of the hot young man enveloped in
beautiful leather, a look of loss on his face. His hand reached out to
Jim's, fingers touching. Jim stiffened. He wanted this, but didn't know how
to react. Gary held his hand, and looked him in the eyes.

"Jim, I know you're new to this, unsure of yourself. Just remember, the
feelings you have, the needs and desires, are completely natural. There is
absolutely nothing wrong with them, or with you. So do what comes naturally.
Let your instincts take over. Follow my lead if you like, or let your body
lead you. Trust me, and just do it. If you do anything I don't like, I'll
say so, and if I do anything you don't like, tell me. I won't be hurt or
upset, it helps if you let me know what you like and what you don't, makes
it better for both of us."

The two stood face to face. Gary drank in the vision before him yet again,
as Jim's eyes traced every line on Gary's body. The shimmering black leather
highlighted every curve and bulge, framed buns and chest, revealed more than
it hid. Jim's cock began to harden again in the leather pouch, and he could
see Gary's manhood lengthening, the outline a tube of glossy black pushing
at the dark hide enclosing it. Their eyes locked together, and Gary
tentatively reached out, his fingers making contact with Jim's shoulder. Jim
just stood and waited, willing himself to accept the touch. Gary's hand
moved slowly down his arm, until fingers met bare skin below the jacket
sleeve. This time the touch felt nice, as Jim had expected it, been waiting
for it. Encouraged, Gary's other hand came forward, settling on Jim's side
just above the waist. He drew a breath, but stayed still. Gary's fingers
moved up, making contact with the leather straps of the harness, following
the band of black. As they did, Jim's skin tingled, his heart beat rapidly.
The touch of Gary's hands on him felt right. His dick was hard, achingly
hard, and he could see that Gary too was fully erect, the leather pouch
straining to hold him.

Jim's eyes focussed on the solid tube of manmeat encased in leather at
Gary's groin. He could feel the firm grip of the leather around him, on his
legs, his chest, his crotch. In the air, the scent of new leather was strong
now, wafting to his nostrils and exciting him even more. As Gary moved
again, the creaking of the leather sounded so inviting. Emboldened, Jim
followed Gary's lead, and his hand slowly, tentatively reached out, the tips
of his fingers connecting with the supple leather shoulder strap of Gary's
harness just above his ringed nipple. As he made contact, a thrill shot
through Jim. The sensation of another man's flesh, and the firmness of the
black leather under his fingers was so erotic. Gary's hands were still on
him, and they lowered, following the line of his chaps as Jim's other hand
also found Gary's skin, resting lightly on his ribcage. Gary let his palms
slide down, to touch very softly on the bare skin of Jim's butt cheeks. A
quiet gasp from him and Gary looked searchingly into his eyes.

"It's okay" Jim said softly. "It feels good, real nice!" With that Jim began
to move his hands across Gary's torso, following the lines of the harness,
rubbing gently at the skin.

They stood, still apart, hands now on flesh, fingers sliding over skin and
leather, feathery touches that sent tingles through them. Gary looked deep
into Jim's eyes, and the stare was returned. Jim's confidence was growing,
pushed on by his increasing desire. Gary began to lean toward him, then
hesitated. Jim did the same, their faces only inches apart. Unable to break
the line of sight between them, their hands now still on each other, they
inched closer. Gary's mouth opened slightly and Jim could feel the warmth of
his breath on his own lips and cheek. Faces tilted and lip met lip. Gary
softly brushed against Jim and away again just a centimetre. With their eye
contact unbroken he waited, letting Jim make the next move. Jim felt torn,
but his body, his need, dictated his movements. His face edged forward and
their lips met again. This time they remained in contact. Gary licked out,
his tongue brushing Jim's mouth, pushing gently inwards. As Jim's eyes
closed, the pink probe of Gary's tongue eased between his lips. A shock,
like electricity, shot through Jim. The incredible sensation of kissing
another man crashed over him. Waves of emotion buffeted him. With that moist
invasion, Jim gave in to his base instincts. Suddenly his face was pressed
against Gary's as they kissed, harder and harder. Jim's tongue mimicked
Gary's, forcing its way into the other man's mouth, tasting his sweetness.
Hands held heads as they licked and nibbled at each other, bit gently,
exploring and surrendering.

Coming up for air, Jim looked at Gary, his eyes wide. "Oh, man, that felt so
incredible!!!" he breathed softly. Gary's face lit up and he pulled Jim to
him, hugging him. Jim hugged back, swaying on his feet, almost overwhelmed
by the emotions coursing through him.

Gary pushed Jim's jacket off his shoulders and it fell to the floor, as he
shrugged his own away as well. With Gary's upper body fully exposed and
bound in beckoning leather straps, Jim's attention was drawn to his nipples.
Each was ringed by the metal of the harness, and each had a shining silver
circle running through the skin, just below the nub.

"Do they hurt?" Jim asked, indicating the piercings.

"Not at all! They did when they were first pierced, for a few weeks they
were very tender. But that was ages ago. You can touch them, pull them, do
anything you like, within reason. I'll tell you if I don't like what you're
doing." Gary reassured Jim again. In truth, he loved having his tits played
with, and ached to have this wonderful man touch him there.

Jim reached tentatively, touching the silver rings softly. "It's okay,
they're not fragile!" Gary grinned. Fascinated, Jim pulled at the steel
gently, drawing Gary's hard nips out a little, as he fingered the metal.

Gary let out a low moan. "Unhhhh, that feels so good". Jim continued to
play, feeling the steel, pulling at the erect nubs themselves, examining
Gary's chest, while his cock got even harder with the new sensations he was
experiencing. Gary had resisted the urge to throw himself at the handsome
man driving him wild with the attention to his tits, but his own need was
growing as well. Unable to wait any longer, his hands reached out and gently
squeezed Jim's nipples. He had expected some reaction, but Jim went wild. He
gasped, his head thrown back, his body trembling.

"Holy fuck!!!" he shouted. "That is unbelievable!"

Regaining some control, he looked to Gary again, and this time the two men
crashed against each other. The last of Jim's reserve crumbled, and he
attacked the leather clad god in his arms. Kissing passionately, their hands
grabbed at each other, pulling, squeezing, caressing. Mouths locked, tasted
and separated again. Chest to chest and groin to groin they pressed into
each other. Gary pushed his solid, hard cock out and ground it against the
corresponding bulge in Jim's thong. Instead of resisting or backing away,
Jim revelled in the feeling, pushing back, feeling his own hardness press
against Gary's, lost in the moment. Jim thought he would cum right then.

Gary sensed that Jim's urgency was too fast, backed off a little. "Take it
easy, hunk" he said softly. "We have all night!"

Standing and facing each other again, the two slowed their assault. They
took their time to touch and explore, drink in the vision with their eyes
and behold the beauty of masculinity in black leather, let the aroma of
tanned hide mix with man musk and enhance their pleasure. They revelled in
the touch and feel of the polished black skin, soft and smooth under fingers
and hands, and the warm tingle of naked flesh where the leather ended. Their
mouths met as they kissed often, or nibbled at cheeks, ears, fingers. They
hummed and moaned with pleasure, surrendering to complete enjoyment of each
other. When Jim's hand brushed against the firmness of Gary's erection,
feeling the throbbing heat encased in gleaming blackness, Gary moaned again.

As Jim explored this new freedom to touch and be touched, his body trembled
with the release of years of hidden longing. With a life of their own, his
hands squeezed and traced Gary's manhood, reached and cupped his rolling
jewels as Jim watched in wonder. When Gary did the same, his hand closing
around the throbbing tube of flesh encased in black leather at Jim's groin,
Jim could not contain the pleasure. With a stifled shout, his body spasmed
as he grabbed hard at Gary pulling him against him. Jim's cock, still
straining inside the leather pouch, exploded as he filled the thong with his
seed, feeling it squelch around him and soak the envelope of hide. Gary's
hand continued to rub and squeeze as Jim came, massaging the sticky liquid
into his shaft through the leather.

As Jim finished pumping, he fell forward into Gary's arms, drained and
embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry," he spluttered, "but I couldn't help it. I just couldn't hold
back any more. You are so hot, and had me so horny..."

Gary held him, whispering into his ear. "It's okay, honest. Don't worry. I
should have realised, being your first time and all. Please, don't be
concerned. In fact, I'm really complimented. Sit down, and recover."

"I need to clean up..." Jim began.

"Why? We have all night. If you're not uncomfortable, stay there just as you
are. Let the moment belong to us and forget it. Don't you think it's so
good, feeling that sticky heat around you, covering your dick?"

Jim just nodded, and let Gary sit him on a sofa, settling alongside. Gary's
arms stayed around Jim, holding him tight, rocking slightly from side to
side, trying to reassure him. As Jim recovered from his climax, he felt so
happy wrapped in Gary's arms. As he rocked, his fingers trailed along Gary's
leather clad legs, feeling the muscles beneath, enjoying the unfamiliar but
wonderful sensation of being held by another man. Gary held him, rubbing his
shoulders and caressing his arms. Jim could still see the outline of Gary's
rod, still semi-erect. Absently, he let his fingers trail along the shaft,
tracing the shape on the leather. As he did, Gary groaned softly. The
combination of the proximity of another man, the all pervading leather, and
the warmth around his own groin had its effect, and incredibly, Jim felt
himself harden again.

Jim sat upright, slowly. He pulled Gary to himself and kissed him
purposefully. This time the urgency was replaced by enjoyment and control.
The kiss lasted for ages, as they tasted each other longingly, let each
explore the other's teeth, lips, tongue. Pressing against each other,
harness rubbed against harness, skin against skin, leather against leather.
Gary stood, and drew Jim up with him. Arms wrapped around bodies as they
embraced, holding each other tight. Jim reached and pulled gently but firmly
at Gary's nipples, eliciting a long growl of pleasure. On an impulse, he
bent and kissed the erect nubs, licking at them. Feeling the cool hardness
of the metal he rolled the silver between his teeth, pulling again.

Gary was ecstatic. "Oh, Jim, Jim," he called. "That feels so hot, so good."
Jim kept it up, loving the feel, enjoying the knowledge that he was giving
the other pleasure.

Gary's hands continued their exploration of Jim's body, squeezing, pulling,
rubbing. He found the swelling tube of manliness still within its leather
case and squeezed again, his other hand grasping at Jim's testicles, cupping
them through the black hide. Jim moaned and gasped at the indescribable
sensations in his  groin.

"Maybe having you cum like that wasn't such a bad idea!" Gary whispered with
a grin. "Means you're able to hold on a little longer now!"

Jim smiled back. "I didn't think of it like that, but I guess you're right!"

Kissing him again, Gary pulled away a little, and slid his hands down Jim's
sides.

"Will you let me take control a little?" he asked. Jim nodded, wondering
what he had in mind, but now trusting him completely.

Gary began to kiss and lick at Jim. At his chest, his nipples. At his torso
and stomach. Jim was in paradise, electric shocks surging through him with
each touch. His hands strayed to Gary's shoulders, massaging and following
the lines of the harness. As his mouth travelled over Jim's abdomen, Gary's
hands found the waistband of the pouch supporting Jim's masculinity. He
dropped to his knees and licked at the now hard tube of black before him.
Jim groaned again. Gary nibbled at the leather, biting gently at the
outlined leather cock. He tasted the hide, breathed in the scent of leather
and sex, licked down over the moving orbs of Jim's nuts also encased in
darkness. Jim trembled, but stood his ground, wondering if the sensations
could possibly get any more intense.

He didn't need to wonder long. Suddenly, Gary lifted the waistband out, and
slid the protective leather pouch down, freeing Jim's throbbing rod to the
open air. The aroma of leather mixed with cum was powerful, the still sticky
remnants of Jim's climax clinging to his pole, trailing strings of goo from
the inside of the pouch. Gary looked, smelled, and needed. With his hands on
Jim's butt, he dived at the meat proud and stiff before him, licking at the
salty sweet jizz on Jim's cockhead before he sank his willing throat over
Jim's pole. Swallowing the whole thing in one long fluid movement, Gary
massaged the shaft with his tongue as his throat clamped around it. He could
taste the cum from Jim's earlier ejaculation, and it excited him incredibly
as he suckled at the stud's hard throbbing prong. Pushing forward, refusing
to gag, he buried his nose in Jim's pubic hair, found the hard steel
cockring around the base of his cock. His fingers joined in, caressing the
heaving nuts at his chin, stroking the skin where the leather snap separated
them from Jim's body.

Jim was helplessly shaking with pleasure. The sudden, unexpected warmth as
Gary's moist throat enveloped him sent a tide of pleasure rolling over him.
He could not comprehend the sensations racking his body as his very
manliness was swallowed up by another mouth. He twitched and shuddered with
excitement as Gary's tongue caressed his glans, shook with desire when the
man in front of him scraped his teeth softly along Jim's rigid shaft. Gary
began to bob up and down on Jim, sucking and slurping at him, then diving
and swallowing again. Indescribable pleasure was emanating from Jim's groin
and flooding his entire body. He began to pump his hips in and out, matching
the rhythm Gary had begun, driving himself into Gary's gullet before pulling
back to drive again. His frequency increased as the passion built up within
him.

Knowing Jim was yet again racing to a crescendo, and marvelling silently at
the sexual resilience of inexperience, Gary backed away, licking reluctantly
at the throbbing member as he stood again. Jim, feeling the fantastic heat
of Gary's mouth leave him, sighed and reached for his lover, holding him
tight.

As they kissed again, Jim wondered at the feelings running through himself,
all so new and so good.

"Jim," Gary whispered into his ear, "I need you. Would you make love to me?"

Jim looked uncertain again, wanting to please this wonderful man, but still
unsure of the unknown.

"I'll guide you, show you" Gary pleaded, "but I need you, my friend, need to
join with you."

Jim nodded again, and again they held each other, kissing and touching. Gary
led his man to the bedroom, holding him and assuring him it would be
alright. Gently standing him at the side of the bed, Gary kissed him
tenderly. Jim was hard as a rock, his proud cock standing out from his body,
anticipating the ultimate joining that was about to happen. Wordlessly, the
two held each other, kissed and caressed. Feasting their eyes on each other,
on the all embracing polished leather which clad their strong male bodies.
As they built towards need, they lay down together, holding each other,
feeling the texture of the supple hide on and against their bodies, sensing
the growing passion fed by the smell and the sound of the leather. On one
arm, Gary traced his fingers along Jim's frame, pinching at his nipples and
scooping at the gem of pre-cum forming at the tip of his penis. Jim sighed
in enjoyment.

Gary reached around, taking a bottle of lube from a bedside drawer.
Returning his gaze to the powerful body encased in leather beside him, he
began to massage the liquid onto Jim's cock. Smearing lubricant over the
turgid pole, he moistened Jim in readiness. Another gob of the sticky gel he
applied to himself, massaging it into his hole and opening himself in
anticipation.

He lay flat on his back, and motioned to Jim. "Just take it slowly, let
yourself get used to it, and enjoy!" he said. "Kneel between my legs and
lean forward." Jim did as instructed, his body trembling as his manhood
throbbed with anticipation

Gary lifted his legs as Jim got into position. From this vantage, Jim
enjoyed an amazing view of his lover, legs and torso bound in supple shining
leather, firm white buns framed by the black, his anus a soft pink target
beckoning Jim forward. As he leaned into Gary, Jim ached with happiness. He
felt Gary's hand at his dick, gently guiding him into place. The feathery
touch of Gary's fingers were replaced by the soft target of muscle as Jim
nudged at Gary's opening. Both men trembled with anticipation, needing to
join, wanting each other. Gary coaxed Jim gently. "Just do what comes
naturally. Take it slowly, we have all the time in the world." He whispered.
Gary's arsehole twitched and puckered as the throbbing head of Jim's prong
nudged at him, begging entry.

Settling his weight on his knees and arms, Jim pressed forward slowly,
gently. He felt the resistance ease as the slicked end of his rock hard pole
poked irresistibly at Gary's anus. With his lover's encouragement he leaned
into the other man. Gary's sphincter yielded, accepted as Jim's cockhead
slid through. The glans popped inside, and involuntarily, Gary clenched
around it. Jim groaned, sighed with delight. Gary reassured him, feeling the
slight pain of entry ease, replaced with the satisfaction of being filled.
Urging his lover on, Gary relaxed to allow Jim easier entry. Jim allowed
more weight to press down, as his throbbing cock gradually sank into the
leather god beneath him. Slowly but firmly, Jim slipped inside his man. The
heat of the body wrapping around him, the unbelievable softness and the
clamping muscle which gripped at his shaft where it pierced Gary's body,
aroused Jim more than he knew possible. As the creeping envelope of Gary's
innards accepted and swallowed him, a rising tide of passion spread from his
groin, infusing his entire body with growing need. Still he pushed, until
finally his pelvis rested hard against Gary's balls, his testicles crushed
into his lover's butt. Jim gasped with the pleasure and the realisation that
he was fully buried within the man's body beneath him.

He stopped, willing himself to relax. Despite his previous ejaculation, he
felt he would cum again at any time, the pleasure was so intense. Gary
clenched at Jim's throbbing tool, the hot wet cavern of his rectum welcoming
and filled. Nothing Jim had ever known before compared to the sensations
engulfing him. He was encased in firm, supple black leather, physically
joined with another man clad in identical shimmering hide, his pulsing
aching prong sunk into that man's warm enveloping body. His dreams had come
true. Below him, Gary smiled and breathed deeply, his hands reaching up to
caress Jim's skin, to tweak at the erect nipples. His legs were wrapped
around Jim's back, holding the man against him, in him.

Gary whispered "Oh, Jim, that feels so good. Are you okay?"

Jim smiled back. "Better than okay! I'm feeling so good, and you look and
feel so hot, I don't have words!"

They stayed like that for a few minutes, getting accustomed to the feelings,
relaxing and enjoying their joining. Gary was the first to move. Enjoying
the fullness within him, he began to clench at Jim, to move back and forward
against him. Jim followed his lead, slowly rocking on top of the body he was
loving. Nature took control, and Jim instinctively began to withdraw a
little and then push back in again. With each movement his dick sent new
pulses of pleasure through his body. The slightest motion intensified a
thousand times. As he withdrew then pressed again the warm wetness around
his pole developed a life of its own, gripping at him, drawing him in,
encouraging him. He started to pull back further each time, and to thrust
forward with more strength, sinking his manliness into Gary, wanting to be
completely inside him.

Gary moaned quietly beneath him, "Oh yeah, fuck yeah. Faster stud." His legs
around Jim's back pulled against the leather garbed man, urging him on with
each inward push.

With Gary's experience and Jim's base instincts uniting, the two quickly
developed a rhythm. Jim grunted softly as he pumped in and out, his body
reeling with the sensations he was experiencing for the first time.
Increasing the speed of his thrusts, he began to sweat and gasp as his world
focussed on the power he felt between his legs. Faster and faster he moved,
really pounding into Gary now. Forgetting his concern as Gary urged him on
with whispered obscenities, Jim thrust and jabbed at the man below him. His
throbbing rock hard weapon sinking deeper and deeper into the hot body. Gary
met him, joined him, gripping and pulling at him, rocking back and forth as
Jim pumped up and down. Harder, harder Jim lunged, determined to sink
himself as far into Gary's welcoming gut as he could.

Together they bounced and thrust, rocking and pounding. Forming a single
being they humped at each other furiously. Gary opened himself, swallowed
Jim's very being, surrendered his body and took possession of Jim's manhood.
Jim flung aside the last of his inhibitions and fucked Gary, hard, fast,
powerfully. His steel hard cock skewered Gary's arse like a sword. Jim
speared his fleshy dagger into the scabbard that was Gary, impaling him on
the swollen pulsing flesh. The smell of leather and sweat and sex enveloped
them, pervading their beings. As they coupled a symphony filled the room,
gasping breaths and hissed pleas combined with the creak of leather and the
slurping wet sounds of sex, heightening the desire each felt. The moist grip
at his cock and the supple firmness of the black hide encasing his legs and
torso drove Jim on and on. He forgot all else but the moment, the intense
pleasure and the total sensation of being wrapped in leather as his cock was
wrapped in flesh, rutting wildly, pounding in and out his man, fucking like
no one had fucked before. And Gary fucked him back, grunted and called,
enjoying their coupling as much as Jim, needing to be filled and speared,
wanting all Jim could give.

Pounding and thrusting, sweating and gasping, the two men fucked. They built
towards a crescendo as their bodies trembled and ached. Gary opened his eyes
and looked up. The beautiful man above him was a vision, glistening sweat
and polished black leather, his animal instincts driving him to bury his
huge weapon into Gary's needing hole. Jim looked into Gary's face, his eyes
partially glazed as his lust began to peak. To him, the entire universe was
concentrated in the shimmering black hide and glowing flesh of the man to
whom he was making love. Supporting himself on his elbows, he instinctively
reached for Gary's nipples, pulling hard at the silver rings piercing each.

Gary called out in delighted surprise. "Oh FUCK YEAH!!" and pulled Jim
harder into himself with his legs, ramming his body against the invading
pole. Inspired by Jim's touch, and close to the edge, Gary reached up and
pinched at his lover's tits, twisting them firmly.

The electric shock that racked Jim at Gary's attack on his nipples was too
much. It set off a chain reaction as his body gave up all resistance to the
flood of passion. With a strangled yell, Jim arched his back, pulling
himself out of Gary until only the very tip of his cockhead was gripped by
the other's sphincter, then with the force and power of 25 years of built
up, suppressed desire and need he crashed down onto his lover, spearing his
weapon into the body below, sinking himself, burying his shaft to the hilt
and crushing his balls against Gary's butt. He felt his manliness pound into
that envelope of hot wetness, and swell until he thought he would burst. His
aching, rolling nuts heaved and constricted against the leather binding
them, and emptied. The white hot seed raced into his meaty pole, as
fireworks exploded in his head, and his body exploded. Searing jets of cum
erupted from him, filling the man in whom he was buried, setting fire to his
prick as he emptied his essence into Gary.

Suddenly he felt a spreading liquid heat on his belly. Forcing his eyes open
he saw that Gary was twitching and shuddering below him, spurting load after
load of sticky manjuice between their locked bodies, flooding the space
between them with cum as his orgasm rocked him to the core. Time stood still
as they trembled and shot together, simultaneous climaxes twitching and
shuddering to a gradual halt. As the tide of passion receded, Jim's strength
deserted him and he collapsed bodily onto Gary, squelching the reservoir of
manjuice over both.

Suddenly Gary laughed. Exhaustion, spent passion, and a strange sense of
relief descended on Jim and he joined in as they giggled together. "Oh,
fuck, Jim, that was incredible!" Gary stated with feeling.

"Unbelievable!" Jim agreed. Feeling the rigidity of his cock begin to ease,
he withdrew carefully from the warm cocoon of Gary's body, feeling the
lingering grip of gary's arse around him as he did. They lay side by side,
fingers trailing gently across each other, making circles in the sticky
residue of Gary's cum, licking at it and kissing each other to taste the
essence on their tongues. Sated, they shared the glow of post coital
recovery, having known that most intimate moment two men can share.

Sleep crept up and caught them unawares. Jim could not fight it after all he
had been through in the last 36 hours, and Gary had never before felt so
comfortable, so tenderly towards another man. Hours later they awoke, still
encased in the warm enveloping leather, wrapped in each others arms. Crusty
and sated, but blissful, they kissed each other into life as the dawning
light touched the room.

Gary busied himself making coffee as Jim chatted, telling him of life in the
country, deploring the ignorance and hurts, the need for secrecy. Gary found
it hard to imagine, having grown up and lived all his life in the city,
coming out young to an accepting, loving family. Silently his heart began to
ache. They were so far apart in experiences and lifestyles and distance, yet
he felt something more, a special bond with this man he had never felt for
another. Jim's openness and honesty, his self effacing ways were a sea
change from the usual narcissism and off-handed casualness of most guys Gary
knew.

Finally, Jim stood. "I have to go," he said reluctantly. "Have to check out
of the hotel by 10, and I guess get on the road home again."

Gary stared long and wistfully at the man with whom he had shared the most
intense moments, the man he had introduced to the delights of making love.
Still dressed in the full leather he had purchased from Gary the day before,
Jim truly was a stunningly handsome man. He began to strip the beautiful
leather from himself, and Gary moved to help him.

"God, you look so good in that!" Jim said with feeling, staring at Gary
still encased in the chaps and harness and pouch.

Together they slowly, reluctantly undressed. Pulling everyday clothes on,
Jim collected his fantasy wear. He was ready to go, but still stood,
hesitant.

"Jim, " Gary said quietly, uncertain. "I would really like to see you
again..." his heart ached, he wanted this man so much.

"But, I'm just a country bumpkin, no experience, no city street smarts. And
a long way from here most of the time," Jim protested, but hoping Gary would
argue. And he did.

"You're a man! And a damn hot one at that. There's phone lines where you
live, aren't there? And if you can get to the city for this weekend you can
do it again, can't you?"

"Yes, I can!" Jim answered emphatically. "Although it may be weeks and weeks
between trips."

Gary smiled. "For what you have to offer, I can wait." And he meant it
sincerely. Jim hugged him, kissed him tenderly. "Thank you, for everything."
With moist eyes, he let himself out and headed for the hotel. He didn't see
the tears on Gary's cheeks as he pulled the door closed behind him.

			    *******************

Late that same afternoon, he collapsed on his sofa, alone again. As he drove
toward home a growing sense of isolation had descended. His experience back
in the city that weekend seemed so impossibly unreal in the harsh light of
his real world. Had it all been just a dream? The endless humdrum of a
lonely life reached out to bury him again. Feeling depressed, almost lost,
he began to unpack the cases he had dropped on his bed. Finding the bag Gary
had given him this morning, he smiled at the memory, and lifted the smooth
black leather up, breathing in the scent of hide and the remaining sex it
held. Unfolding the chaps, he frowned as a slip of paper fluttered to the
floor. Curious, Jim bent to retrieve it. His face broke into a huge grin.

Grabbing the phone he punched in the numbers scribbled on the paper. His
heart swelled as the tones rang and a voice answered.

"How would you feel about an occasional weekend in the country? All expenses
paid, and as much loving as you can handle?"

Gary laughed down the line. "Sounds fucking hot to me, stud!"

Jim glowed. He was still in the closet, but that closet was now filled with
hot black leather, and the door was ajar, light and love shining in.

The End


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