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Brett started to feel a lot better and more confident about the way he was dressed as he walked down Wardour Street toward Soho. Tonight was leather night and the street was littered with men dressed in scantily clad leather outfits. Brett was apprehensive when he first saw the assless leather pants his husband Shaheen had ordered online for him, to wear on Leather Night. Initially he flat out refused to wear them, insisting that Shaheen return them for something else. However, Shaheen demanded that he wear the pants and Brett could never disobey him. At this point in their relationship, Brett understood that the privilege of having Shaheen's giant cock inside him every night came at a price.
All the Italian man had on was his skin tight assless pants and a pair of leather boots. His well-defined torso was cleanly shaven, in fact Shaheen had taken it in upon himself to shave Brett's ass after he had shaved his chest. Shaheen had also shaved his own chest, he wore a pair of hot shots with a zipper in the front and leather boots. Both Shaheen and Brett had short buzz cuts which they kept from their days in the military, they also decided to leave their jet black well-groomed beards, deciding that it was a nice contrast from their smoothly shaved muscular chests. Brett kept getting hard each time he looked at his husband. When he first laid eyes on Shaheen, Brett fell in love with his striking Middle Eastern swarthy appearance. His massive bulge and thick thighs were barely contained in the tight hotshots. His husband's strict instructions were to pull out his cock on the way to Soho and blow him, Brett had to keep edging him until they arrived at Soho. Once they have parked, Brett quickly moved around the car to bend over the backseat on the driver's side as per instructions. His husband wasted no time in moving behind him and with one quick thrust, shoved inside him and erupted a massive load.
As Brett walked down Wardour Street, feeling tiny droplets of Shaheen's load dripping out, he realised his outfit was not half as slutty as some of the clothing (or lack of) that most of the men had chosen to wear. He spotted a slender older gentleman with just a tiny leather cup covering his dick, attached to a string that ran up to a thin collar around his neck, another string attached to the opposite side of the cup and ran between his butt cheeks up to the collar. Another burly black man had just a giant leather bow covering his cock with a strap that attached just above his ass. When Brett looked closely, the tip of his hefty cock was still visible just below the bow. Most men seemed to follow the trend of open vests with a tight brief, more than a few big bulges clearly on display.
Soho was packed, leather night was clearly a big draw card for the majority of these men. Brett and Shaheen mostly refrained from such social outings, but Brett had noticed that Shaheen was especially excited to attend since he had first heard about leather night. After milling through the crowds, Brett finally spotted their social pack at the bar. The two couples at the bar consisted of Phillip and Ross, and the bears Dave and Richard. Phillip was the one who had first told Shaheen about leather night. Phillip and his partner Ross were complete opposites of each other, Phillip was a heavy blonde man with a thick barrel chest. Ross, on the other hand was a skinny ginger twink. Every time Brett met Ross, he could not help but wonder how that tiny ass could handle Phillips massive cock.
The bears were both wearing tight briefs while Ross had leather pants on. Phillip had a very peculiar outfit, from a distance, it looked like a short leather skirt. However, as the group made their way toward Shaheen and Brett, Shaheen watched his partner almost drool at the burly man. What looked like a leather skirt was rather a thick leather strap that ran around Phillips waist, attached to that leather strap were multiple thinner straps that stopped around mid-thigh. When Phillip was stationary; it looked like a skirt, but as he moved toward them, his floppy thick cock would pop out between the straps with each step.
The group embraced Shaheen and Brett with warm hugs. Phillip was the last to hug Brett, and as he usually does with Brett and Richard, he gripped Brett by his ass cheeks to hug him. As Brett pulled away from the hug, he watched the look of complete surprise on Phillip's face as he felt the bare flesh of those ass cheeks in his hands. He swiftly turned Brett around, gripped his shoulder and bent him over. Brett felt Phillip's thick stubby finger run across his hole before Phillip let him go. The group watched as Phillip brought his finger, dripping with cum, up to his mouth and slurped it up. "Nothing tastes better than fresh cum."
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