Date: Wed, 08 May 2002 14:00:31 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Leather Lovers Pt 2

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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
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Leather Lovers
	Chapter 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?). Seeing them there, and feeling his arms around me, my
cock sprang to attention again. I felt him stir against me.

"Good morning, stud ..." I whispered.

"Mmmmm ..." came the semi sleepy reply as his arms tightened. He nuzzled his
face to my neck, and I felt the stirrings of his erection against the small
of my back. His hand played lazily across my chest, coming to rest at my
nipple, where he pulled softly on my nipple ring. "Now, I remember, ..." he
said quietly, with a laugh in his voice, " ... Pierced nip, hot arse, hotter
black leather pants, hottest sex ... You must be Neale!"

His playing with my nipple was sending wonderful sensations through me. I
always loved having that ring pulled on. "Don't start something you can't
finish ..." I laughed back, pushing myself back against his hardening penis
and rubbing myself against him. Thoughts of our sex the previous night,
leather against leather, pouches, chaps, harnesses all glistening and black,
flooded my memory. I turned to face him, still lying in his arms, and we
kissed long and deep. Our cocks mashed against each other and hands played
across each others backs and butts. There was no sense of urgency, no sense
of build up. Neither of us seemed interested in sex as such, just the
wonderful enjoyment of a lover to hold and touch and kiss in the morning
light.

Almost by mutual agreement, we separated, the needs of stomachs and bladders
making themselves felt. "Why don't you hop in the shower while I get some
coffee started?" he suggested. Happily, I agreed, watching as his naked,
sculpted butt cheeks crossed the room and made for the kitchen. I headed for
the bathroom, finding a fresh towel already laid out on the vanity. As the
hot water cascaded over me, Mike wandered into the bathroom, taking a pee
and chatting as he did, talking about minor things, just as we had done last
night. It was as if we had known each other forever, felt completely
comfortable with each other. I did notice that as he talked, that his eyes
travelled over me, and his cock lengthened a little, causing much the same
reaction in me, and he was VERY easy on the eyes!

I finished my shower and towelled down as he disappeared again, wandering
out to the kitchen to find a hot coffee waiting for me. He was still naked
and appeared not to notice. I certainly noticed, but liked very much and
felt quite comfortable. With the towel thrown around my shoulders, I
remained naked myself, and it felt perfectly natural. We discussed the
weekend, loose plans that we had each had. Without a second thought we
cancelled some and re-arranged others to be together for the next two days.
I marvelled to myself at how easily both of us fell into place as if we had
been friends or lovers for years, rather than having just met the night
before. We decided to dress and head for my place so I could change my
clothes ^Ö leather pants may be hot and look great, but they were hardly
appropriate for a Saturday stroll in Newtown and brunch in one of the little
cafes we both enjoyed so much.

As we chatted, our hands often met, or brushed against each other's bodies,
touching shoulders, arms, faces. Again I remembered how he had been last
night at the bar, constantly touching without noticing, and how much I had
liked the habit which he didn't seem to notice he had. Eventually he stood.
The morning was wearing away.

"I'm going to take a shower." He stated. "Make yourself at home, I won't be
long" Make myself at home, I thought. I already feel at home. I marvelled
again at how easily I had grown totally comfortable with this hunk of a man.

As I heard the splash of water from the bathroom, I wandered into the
bedroom still naked. He had obviously tidied up while I was showering. My
clothes were laid neatly on the bed, and the leather gear we had enjoyed so
much last night was gone. Not wanting to dress yet, in case it broke the
spell I felt here, I turned to the wardrobe. Opening the door he had shown
me last night, I gazed happily at the collection of leather clothes. Pulling
a pair of chaps out, I pressed my face into the leather, breathing deeply of
that wonderful aroma. I ran my fingers over the shining black hide, feeling
the texture of the leather, appreciating it. I closed my eyes, remembering
again the look of Mike last night, the feeling of him against me, and inside
me. My cock hardened, no surprise there, given how much leather turned me
on. Letting the chaps fall back into the wardrobe, I opened the drawer Mike
had shown me last night, finding and lifting out a black leather posing
thong, soft and supple. I imagined it filled with his cock and balls, held
it up to my face, rubbing it against my cheeks. I hadn't noticed the shower
stop, didn't hear him entering the room.

"You could always model that for me!" he said quietly and seriously. There
was no sense of recrimination for going through his things, no upset at all.

"You don't have to ask a second time" I replied, just as seriously, looking
into his deep blue eyes. "As long as you return the favour!"

He smiled. "Let's see what you can show me first" he said, throwing himself
onto the bed and getting comfortable as he faced me, waiting for the show.

I grinned back at him, as I felt the stirring in my groin again. Since I had
the posing strap in my hands, that was the first item obviously. I bent over
with my back to him, exposing my naked arse, and slowly stepped into the
strap. Turning back to face him, I could clearly see the tenting towel he
had dropped over himself. Easing the strap up my legs, I slowly fitted it
over myself, adjusting my cock to lie sideways in the cool leather pouch,
feeling the soft black hide wrap around my balls like leathery fingers. God
it felt so good. Standing legs apart, I faced him squarely and reached up
with one hand to gently tweak at my own nipple, the one with the silver ring
through it. My other hand cupped and lifted my balls as I flexed my cock,
making it jump inside the leather.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm..." came his appreciative reaction as he leaned back, his eyes
roaming to my groin, up to my chest, to my face and back again.

Taking encouragement, I leaned back into the drawer and rummaged around a
little, fishing out two matching leather armbands. They were so soft to the
touch, of kid leather, fitted with buckles. With my eyes locked on his, I
slowly fastened one around each bicep. Pulling them taut, then running my
finger around the edge, and down the length of my arm I smiled yet again at
my audience of one. That audience appeared very happy with the performance,
judging from the swelling at his groin.

Moving away from the drawer and back to the wardrobe, I intentionally stuck
my groin out close to Mike's face. He grinned widely, and leaned forward to
lick at the bulge in the front of the black leather posing strap I wore,
nibbling through the soft leather at my hard cock. It felt so hot, the
impression of his teeth through the soft leather, releasing the aroma I
loved. I smiled at him.

"Not yet, fucker..." I whispered in his ear, and backed off to the open
wardrobe door. I pulled out the chaps, and slowly lifted them from their
hanger, laying them on the floor in front of me before lifting them and
fastening the waist band in place. Resisting my own eagerness, I slowly
reached down each leg, one at a time, smoothing the fold of glossy black
leather around my leg, catching the zipper at the ankle and ever so slowly
sliding it up my inside leg. The whole time I made sure I was bent over so
that Mike could get a great view of my butt, and the pouch holding my balls
in its soft leather embrace. With each leg, as the zip slid into place at
the top of my leg, I let my fingers continue trailing up across my skin to
gently touch my balls and trace the length of my hard rod standing out in
the black leather pouch. Finally I stood again, and turned to face him
directly.

"Fucking hell that looks good!" he exclaimed. The towel had been thrown
aside, and he lay there, one hand easily stroking his cock which stood at
full attention. "Don't stop, please..." he urged.

Next I lifted his full harness from its place in the cupboard. Slowly,
hopefully enticingly, I slipped it on, buckling each strap in turn, and
keeping my eyes fixed on the man on the bed a few feet from me. I was
enjoying this so much. The feel of the leather as it touched my skin made me
tingle. The scent as it moved wafted up to my nostrils, exciting me even
more, and all the while Mike stroked his hard cock and made happy moaning
noises to match my movements. Finally, I reached in and lifted a black
leather cap from its hook, placing it on my head and pulling the shiny black
visor down low over my eyes, so that I had to tilt my head back slightly to
look at him.

A long, soft whistle was my reward. I stood and accepted the accolade, my
legs spread and my arms crossed on my chest. I loved the way being dressed
in hot leather like this made me feel so confident, so strong and exciting.
I could feel the texture of the hide against my skin, could look down to see
the black leather grip my legs like a second skin, accentuating everything
it touched. Mike looked long and hard at me, his eyes taking in every inch.

"Holy Shit!" he exclaimed. "You are one hot looking leather stud!" Leaving
off his stroking, he sat up on the edge of the bed, closer to me. "Please,
please ..." he begged, " ... I just have to have you, now!" With that, he fell
to his knees in front of me, and his lips attacked my groin, sucking and
licking all over the posing strap encasing my cock and balls in soft black
leather. His tongue danced out and traced along the clearly visible tube of
black that was my rock hard cock encased in leather. His hands found and
caressed my butt, fingers following the edges of the chaps up to my waist,
then down around my arse cheeks to the soft sensitive flesh of my inner
thighs. The feeling of his mouth as it rubbed and licked at the leather
covering me was incredible. My hands fell to his shoulders and I massaged
gently at his flesh, getting even more excited by the appearance of his
eager mouth on the dark hide cushioning my groin. I could hear him breathe
deeply and I knew that he was experiencing the delightful aroma of the
leather mixed with sexual arousal right there in front of his nose.

Slowly he worked his way up, gingerly getting to his feet again, as his lips
refused to relinquish their hold on me. He licked and slurped at the straps
of the harness, following them with his tongue, then quickly darted across
to take my pierced tit into his mouth. I let out a soft whimper of delight
as he rolled my nipple ring around and across his teeth, tugging gently as
he licked at my skin. He bent over double, and licked slowly, sensuously
down my leg, tasting the leather of the chaps, and hugging my legs to him,
his arms caressing my leather engulfed legs. Standing again, he looked into
my eyes with those deep pools of blue, and our lips met. Passion engulfed
me, and our mouths crashed together, parting lips, forcing tongues into each
other to taste each other. He pressed himself against me hard, rubbing the
leather of the harness and chaps against his naked skin, grinding his steel
shaft against my own rock hard cock, the leather creaking and caressing us.
His hands gripped my arse cheeks as he pulled me against him, determined to
hold us together so tightly. My head reeled with the sensation of this
powerful man crushing me against himself, pressing the leather I wore into
my skin, releasing the wonderful aroma of leather and sweat and sex.

"Mike ..." I gasped between breaths, " ... I need ..." I didn't finish, as he
finished for me.

"... for me to be in leather too." He whispered urgently.

He pulled away from me and reached in the drawer, rummaging for a second and
retrieving two items. One was a leather jockstrap, or rather a leather
pouch, designed solely to cradle his heavy rolling balls. It consisted of a
piece of elasticised nylon which ran around the hips, and from it hung a
pouch in the softest black leather, with a hole cut in the front, right at
the top against the waistband. He pulled it on quickly, and I saw how it
fitted, The leather pouch itself came up and held his testicles, while his
hard cock, jutting out and upward, went through the front hole, to stand
free and proud, pointing at me. The effect was as if his very ball sac was
made of the softest, blackest leather. "Oh yeah, I like very much" I
whispered hoarsely in approval.

The second item he had grabbed was a soft leather band, like the ones I wore
around my upper arms, but thinner and longer. This he wrapped around his
neck, like a collar, buckling it at the back. My leather god from the night
before was transformed into a willing, smiling boy with leather balls and a
leather collar, and I loved it. My dick twitched with excitement as I took
in the near naked look that was so so hot with the touches of leather upon
him. I reached and fondled his balls with my hand, rolling them gently
around in their leather envelope, feeling the texture of the hide so soft to
touch. Lowering myself to my knees, I took a closer look. His proud and
mighty cock standing to attention, oozing the first drops of pre-cum, sank
into the black leather pouch, merging with it as his heavy orbs rolled to my
touch. I could not resist, and kissed them, licking gently and outlining
each in turn through the leather, tasting and smelling the soft hide while I
felt the shape of his jewels encased within. I stood again, and drew him to
me, holding him tightly against me, kissing him hard. As my hands travelled
up his back I pressed against him, relishing the feel of his body against
mine, separated by the single layer of glossy, slippery black leather. My
fingers found his neck, and traced the lower edge of the collar, gently
touching and probing as our tongues intertwined. His body seemed to melt
against me, to mould itself to mine.

I normally took the passive or `bottom' role when it came to sex. I actually
preferred it, but sometimes you need a change, and this was one of those
times. Mike was so yielding, so supplicant. He felt so hot against me, in
nothing but the leather ball pouch and collar. I wanted him, needed to have
him. With my arms behind his shoulders, I leaned forward and gently lowered
him to the bed. As he sank onto the cover, I pressed myself down on him
again, the leather straps of the harness rubbing against his chest and
stomach until I slid lower, tasting his abdomen and letting the rough hide
scrape against his pelvis and legs. My mouth sank to his groin, licking at
his cockhead and tasting the salty juice. I opened my lips and swallowed his
cock, willing myself to accept all of him until my nose was buried in his
pubic hair, my chin rubbing against the leather holding his balls in place.
My throat constricted and relaxed, flexing around his prick as my tongue
worked away at massaging the shaft as best I could. He moaned softly and I
looked up to find his piercing blue eyes half closed with pleasure,
regarding me.

"Just enjoying the view of that cap going down on me." He explained, moaning
yet again as I dived down once more onto his prong.

I slid up and off him, my hands massaging his butt, and moved my arms to
between his legs, pushing them upward and apart. This presented me with the
most wonderful view of his balls, visibly heaving in the leather pouch. It
was as if the leather itself had come alive and was caressing his orbs,
moving over and around them, cushioning them and gripping at them. My lips
dived in to assist, nibbling and rolling as I licked at him, once again
tasting the leather. I let my tongue slide even lower, licking at the soft
tender skin of his perinaeum, trailing slowly but surely toward his pleasure
hole. His moans grew louder, and as I reached my target I drove my tongue
into him, feeling the muscles relax to the velvety touch of the soft
intrusion. I licked at and around his hole, feeling him tremble with delight
as I pleasured him. I lifted away and looked at him once more.

Without needing me to ask, he answered. "Yes, Neale, yes ...I want it, I need
you ... " he whispered urgently. "Top drawer, left side" he pointed. I moved
quickly to find the lube and condom, taking the foil pack, ripping it open
and rolling the condom over my achingly hard penis. Squeezing a generous
helping of lube onto my fingers, I began applying it to him, easing it into
him with first one finger and then a second, feeling his chute open and
accept as I massaged the soft tissue with the cool lubricant, preparing him
for my assault. Slathering another generous helping onto my trembling
weapon, I eased myself between his legs, pushing his knees to my shoulders.
As the head of my cock came to rest against the outer rim of his anus, our
eyes locked. His deep blue eyes were full of longing and need, urging me on.
I looked back lovingly, ready to sink into his eyes as my cock sank into his
body.

I pressed forward slowly, waiting to feel the relaxation as his natural urge
to resist eased. At a nod from him my body moved and I felt his hole
surrender, opening and allowing me access. My cockhead pushed in and I felt
his rectum close around me, gripping firmly, but so unbelievably warm and
soft. I stopped to allow him to accustom himself to me, looking into his
eyes, taking in the line of black leather around his neck that seemed to
signify so much. Again, at his nod, I pushed forward. The moist heat of his
canal flowed over me as I felt him grip my cock inch by inch. Indescribable
pleasure spread through me, centred on the hard latex covered prong I was
burying in my leather lover. Deeper I pushed, my breath getting shorter as
he gave himself to me. I came to rest against him, my manhood buried
completely in the dark warmth of his arse, my skin rubbing against the
leather clad sac of his balls. When I looked down, I could clearly see his
cock leaking juice and his balls rolling within their leather envelope. A
sight so hot I almost came, quickly making myself concentrate so as not to
lose the moment.

As I steadied myself for a second, buried within him, Mike looked into my
face. "Oh Neale, you fucking hot leather stud, do it, fuck me." He hissed
urgently. And I complied. Drawing back, I plunged into him again. He cried
out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Lifting myself up, forcing my cock down
at the back of his rectum, I ploughed again, taking up a rhythm; in, out,
feeling him grip at me as I pulled away, then push back against me as I
forced my way in again. Faster and faster I got. Picking up my pace as I
took this man, needing to have him totally. His body was on fire, the
searing heat engulfing my cock each time I entered him. The wet flame of his
insides wrapped itself around me, holding me and urging me. I fucked him.
Harder and harder, deeper and deeper. The sweat dripped from my face onto
his chest as I crashed my body into his, the leather of my chaps crushing
against him as I sank deeper and deeper into my lover. My breath quickened
as he began to moan with the building passion, urging me on with whispered
encouragement, begging for more, wanting me as I wanted him. As the ecstasy
of burying myself within him grew, I fucked him faster and faster. I became
a battering ram, pounding him, thrusting forward, pulling back quickly to
thrust again, to sink my weapon far into his welcoming body, possessing him.
Pistoning in and out I gasped, unable to contain the urge that built
quickly. He was bucking and twisting beneath me, gripping me tightly and
trying to take more and more of my manpole. I tried to choke out a warning ...
" Mike ... unh unh unh ... close ..." I hissed.

"Fuck it..." he urged, calling to me. "... empty yourself, fill me up, pound
that meat into me, Neale, please ... now, ... Now ... uunnhhhHHHHHHH   NOWWWWWWW!"
he yelled, reaching up and grabbing hard at my chest, twisting the nipple
containing the silver ring. The tiny pain of that touch exploded into
unbearable pleasure, and I lost control. Pulling back until only the very
tip of my cock was still within him I lunged downward, all my might, all my
strength given to that one final almighty thrust as I sank my entire body
into him. I think I screamed out loud. My balls reeled and emptied, my cock
exploded as spurt after spurt of searing hot cum erupted from me, filling
the latex sheath and filling him as it did. I emptied myself into him,
pouring my essence into the writhing sweating body beneath me. He yelped and
gasped as I did, his anus constricting even more around me, gripping at me
like a vice, as his nuts exploded pouring his sweet warm juice into the
throbbing shaft which emptied itself with powerful shots all over his
stomach, his chest, shooting droplets splattering against his chin.

As the intensity of the moment passed, I felt him shudder and surrender,
collapsing backwards, his eyes closed. Whatever had been supporting me gave
way and I collapsed onto him, unable to hold my own weight. Mashing my chest
against his stomach, feeling the sticky warmth of his cum spread across my
skin. How long we lay like that I don't know, but my cock remained hard,
slowly subsiding but still firm and buried within him. Realising I must be
crushing him I lifted onto my elbows.

"Oh god, Neale, that was incredible" he murmured to me, his face lit up with
a tired but sated smile.

"You don't have to tell me, Mike ..." I said softly. "... I could stay buried in
you forever, you are so good". I leaned forward and kissed him gently,
staring into his eyes. "I love you!" I said simply, but meant it with all my
heart.

"Oh, and how I love you too," he answered quietly. His eyes told me he meant
it as much as I did. Tears began to form, and when I tried to wipe them
away, I could see the moisture on his cheeks as well.

All too soon, I could feel my erection subsiding, could feel him trying to
grip at me, but needing to push me out as well. Carefully I pulled away from
him, checking the rubber was still intact. Exhausted, I collapsed beside
him. For ages we lay there together, basking in the afterglow of our sex,
and the enormity of our sudden but unrepentant commitment to each other. We
laughed easily, smiled at each other, touched and caressed some more. I felt
so relaxed, so happy, and he felt the same I could tell.

"So much for getting you a change of clothes and then something to eat!" he
declared, teasing me with his fingers trailing along my side.

"Don't you like what I'm wearing?" I pretended hurt.

"More than I could ever tell you!" he exclaimed, "but I don't know that I
want to share it with the world, at least not at lunchtime in a café...!" he
winked evilly. "... although seeing you like that in public does have a
certain erotic appeal," he added, smiling.

Realising that we hadn't eaten at all, and basking in the warmth of newly
declared love, we reluctantly decided to get moving. We dragged ourselves
regretfully from the bed, and he helped me from the chaps and harness, all
the while telling me how much he wished I could keep them on permanently. We
cleaned each other up, resisting the temptation to take another shower and
settling for mutual sponge baths, administered very slowly and sensuously to
each other.

As we dressed, we touched constantly, laughed easily as one. It occurred to
me that I had found my soul mate. He slipped into a pair of comfortable
jeans and a shirt, while I retrieved my T shirt and leather pants from the
night before. As I pulled the pants up, he grabbed my arse, squeezing.
Incredibly I started to get hard again. I looked at him, pulled his face to
mine and kissed him.

"Oh Neale, ..." he said. "I could never get enough of you, but don't get me
started or we'll never get you home".

"So what's wrong with that?" I teased.

"Nothing at all." Was his instant reply, "... although I'm curious to see your
place, and to compare your wardrobe ..." he winked.

Feeling suddenly guilty it struck me that he hadn't even known where I lived
yet, and here we were declaring our eternal love.

"Shit" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry ... It's not too fast for you is it?"

"Absolutely not, stud!" he became serious again. "I love you, and I know it
from the depths of my heart. It just occurs to me that we could be having
twice as much enjoyment if your leather collection and mine are combined."
Then he broke into a huge, mischievous grin again.

I kissed him quickly. "I couldn't agree more. What are we waiting for?" and
headed out of the door. He laughed and raced behind me, squeezing my leather
clad arse cheek again.

"You're not going anywhere without me ..." he laughed, and then softer but
smiling even wider "... EVER AGAIN!"

to be continued ....

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