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BLACK BOXES - Iain (iainlthr@hotmail.com)
Chapter 2
On the train going home, Tim smiled to himself, thinking of the events of the day; the horny, stunning man who had introduced him to a new world of masculine leather sex. He re-lived the loving, his erection bulging his jeans uncomfortably. Whistling happily he wandered into the building, David on his mind.
It was still light, the long evenings of summer warm. Life could be good, Tim thought to himself. His mind was elsewhere as he reached the door of his flat. A sheet of paper was tacked to the woodwork, and he pulled it away absently, pushing his key into the lock. Resistance met his efforts. Tim looked down, to notice a new barrel in the lock, and realised that his key wouldn't turn. He looked more carefully at the page he'd removed from his door. As he read, Tim's world came crashing down around him, the elation of earlier disappearing instantly. A tersely worded notice informed him that he had failed to make the rental payment for two months, that he had ignored demands that had been sent to him, and that the locks had been changed. If he wanted to collect his possessions, he must pay the back rent within a fortnight, and make arrangements with the letting agents. He looked at his watch. 8.30! The agents would be closed for the night. He banged on the door in vain, tried the key again. How could this happen?
Then it dawned on him. Michael! "Fuck it!" he said aloud to the empty hallway. His former lover had walked out on him almost a month ago, after a very acrimonious discussion concerning Michael's penchant for staying out until all hours with unnamed `friends'. When Tim accused him of being unfaithful, he hadn't denied it, just packed and left without a word. Michael had always paid the rent for them, since he worked close to the agents' office. Tim felt crushed. He wandered out onto the street, angry and lost. How could Michael have done this? Had he been planning to go for all that time? Had he kept the rent money and hidden the late notices? The lease was in Tim's name, and Tim had no idea where Michael was or how to reach him.
Walking aimlessly, his anger turned to desperation as the gravity of his situation came home to him. He had almost no money and nowhere to go. Locked out of the dingy flat he called home, he faced a night on the streets. A sense of helplessness rocked him and he sat heavily on a bus shelter seat, his head in his hands, and sobbed. For half an hour he sat and cried, feeling sorry for himself. Eventually he came out of it, looking around confused. He had walked without thinking and wasn't sure where he was.
He found himself in David's neighbourhood. Subconsciously, he had been drawn to the site of his earlier happiness as he drifted unthinking. Tim had nowhere else to go, so he completed the journey, knocking quietly, tentatively at the familiar door. When David saw him, his face split into a huge grin, and he reached out to the younger man, suddenly realising Tim was in trouble, upset. "What is it, Tim? Come in, tell me what's happened."
Tim relayed the whole sorry tale. His eyes welling up again as he finished, he stammered "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here, but I was nearby, and didn't know what to do."
David held him in his arms, drew his trembling body close. "It's okay," he smoothed Tim's hair. "I'm glad you did. They can't do that to you. They've broken the law by locking you out. You'll stay here tonight and we'll see what we can do tomorrow morning!" He cradled Tim in his arms, hugging him close. With David holding him like this, Tim began to feel better, reassured. He turned his face up to David's and David looked down at him, leant forward and kissed him softly. Tim returned the embrace, his kiss becoming harder, more urgent. David was still wearing the incredible leather outfit from earlier in the evening, and the very sight of the leather on him excited Tim incredibly. He needed David, wanted him so badly.
David felt his own need growing, but wasn't sure this was the time. "Tim, you're upset, you need to rest..."
Tim interrupted. "I need you!" he begged, "Please, David, Sir..." His eyes were wide but clear, longing. He had to re-find the joy he had known earlier that day, and this was the only way he knew how.
David's resolve melted away. How could he resist the beautiful man in his arms? How could he deny the longing in himself?
Tim led the way, pulling David behind him, into the basement playroom they had shared earlier. He looked to David eagerly, stripping his clothes away, and reaching for the harness and chaps he had discarded earlier. Dressing quickly, Tim felt the comforting grip of the leather bands around his torso, the firm hide as the chaps engulfed his legs. He knelt on the mattress, drawing David down to kneel in front of him. Their lips met, parted. Tongues explored, probing and tasting as they kissed urgently. Hands explored bodies, touching flesh and leather, feeling the texture of the hide, letting it's polished smoothness mould around muscles and skin beneath their fingers. Erect and proud, their cocks jousted with each other, rubbing against skin and black hide, leaving trails of pre-cum in their wake. As the two men held each other, pressing against one another, the leather they wore creaked and groaned, their breath coming in shortening gasps as a symphony of sexual excitement pervaded the room.
As he knelt, Tim looked at his lover. David was stunning, a vision in gleaming black leather and fresh white skin. Tim's excitement built as his prick grew harder, throbbing with anticipation. He needed this man, needed the power he held to take Tim and make love to him. Working with his impulses, Tim leaned forward, his lips finding David's left nipple, his teeth pulling gently but firmly at the piercing. David moaned with pleasure as Tim rolled the silver ring between his teeth then licked forward to smother the erect nub of skin in moist warmth. His tongue moved out and down, slicking David's skin with saliva as Tim made his way over the hard abdomen, tracing circles on David's skin and tasting the leather as he came into contact with the straps of the harness. Lower still, and Tim was able to smell the musk of David's groin, to drink in the heady aroma of leather and sexuality. He let his eyes feast on the twitching pole of man meat before him, then swallowed it in one fluid motion, relaxing his throat and impaling himself on the fleshy sword.
David gasped as Tim's hot moist throat closed over his rod. The sudden envelope of muscle sent thrills through him as the younger man sank onto his hardness, lips caressing the sides of his shaft as Tim's tongue played with his length. The clenching and gurgling of Tim's gullet surrounding David's manhood as Tim bobbed up and down on him. David humped at Tim's face, meeting the actions of his lover with thrusts of his own. The wet grip surrounding him felt incredible, and David dropped his hands to Tim's head, guiding it back and forth on his cock, moaning with pleasure as he sank into the boy's neck, then pulled back against the suctioning of his lover's mouth to hunch inward again. Turned on so much by the suckling, David began to increase his tempo, thrusting harder and deeper at Tim's wonderful, enveloping mouth. But Tim wasn't going to let him shoot his precious load just yet, and he pulled away, blowing softly at the engorged pink head of David's masculinity as it plopped from his lips.
With open yearning eyes, Tim fell backward. David, leaning into him, fell as well, on top of his lover. Their bodies pressed together and they ground into each other, sweaty skin against supple black hide. David felt his unsatisfied need from the interrupted blow job urge him on. Flipping Tim onto his back, David climbed between his legs, lifting Tim's knees to his shoulders and pushing himself forward, aiming his hungry oozing prick at the tender target of twitching muscle Tim presented to him. He felt the need in Tim matching his own, as he looked at the handsome young man inviting and open below him, swathed in black leather straps and shining chain, his white butt framed by the gleaming hide of the chaps. The smooth texture of the material firm against Tim's well developed thighs and calves pressed on his skin, and he eased himself forward.
The slicking his cock had received from Tim's mouth combined with the pre-cum he was generating to lube his prick sufficiently for entry. David's heart told him the boy wanted sex but needed more. His own libido was driving him on, but something about the look on Tim's face touched his mind as well. Gently, the older man leaned forward, feeling the soft warmth of Tim's opening against the head of his weapon. With his weight on his elbows and knees, his hands under the boy's shoulders, David eased into the wondrous warm body of his mate. Feeling the natural resistance of Tim's sphincter, he slowed, allowing the young man to adjust to his invasion, and pressed on. Inch by inch his long hard tool slid between Tim's clenching, flexing anal muscle as the two locked eyes, searching each other's face as they physically joined.
Tim had wanted David badly, urgently. With the older man atop him, he looked up to the vision of black and white, leather and flesh. He felt the point of David's long hard rod at his hole, and flexed at it, willing himself to relax and accept. As his lover began to enter him, a sense of wondrous fulfillment replaced the aching need. His eyes sought those of the man above, and found something he did not recognise. The look on David's face was not lust, nor disapproval. He was obviously enjoying their sex, but there was something else, a warmth, a tenderness. It made Tim feel good, as he closed his eyes and welcomed the penetrating rod of flesh filling his body. Moaning softly with the slight pain that was quickly chased away by pleasure, Tim opened himself and relaxed as David sank into him. When he felt the pressure of the other's hips against the bare skin of his arse cheeks, he smiled in satisfaction, knowing that monster cock was his again, buried completely within him.
As he ground to a halt, his throbbing meat totally encased in the moist warmth of Tim's innards, David sighed. The sensations enveloping his manhood were incredible. Tim clamped and flexed his sphincter around the base of David's pole, while the hot wet cavern of his body caressed the shaft, massaging the sensitive skin of his glans. His body stilled, David flexed the muscles of his cock, making it jump and twitch inside Tim. The slight jerks sent tingling shocks of pleasure through both men as they breathed softly, their bodies in harmony. Slowly, tenderly, David began to thrust at his man, pulling out just a little before pressing forward gently. A soft rocking momentum started as the two joined in an easy rhythm. With each outward motion of David, Tim clenched at him, relaxing again with the corresponding inward pressure.
Together they moved as one. The tempo of their humping increased slowly as their passion built. David pulled and pumped, in and out of the incredible body beneath him, enjoying immensely the soft yielding heat into which his steel hard prong jabbed and probed. Tim delighted in the sense of fullness within him, each movement of the tube of flesh buried in his body sending waves of pleasure deep inside him. The basement was cool, but the leather covered mattress on which they lay comforting, and the heat of their lovemaking surrounded them. As they began to fuck in earnest, beads of sweat formed on the tingling skin. The scent of leather was heavy in the air, mixing with the odour of male sweat and the musk of pure man sex. Their shortened gasps joined in the symphony of creaking polished leather and moist squelching as their rutting quickened. David thrust harder at his mate, forcing himself deeper and deeper into the softness. Tim gripped and clenched at him, willing the man within him to pound faster, to take him. The younger man reached up, his hands on David's torso. Grabbing at the gleaming black straps of David's harness, Tim pulled his man forcefully against himself. Urging him on and in.
David's need grew, his desire intensified as he fucked and pounded. Stabbing his aching sword into the handsome young man, he thrust and withdrew, thrust again. His strength poured into the weapon he wielded, his concentration centred on ploughing the willing writhing body below him. Tim surged against the invading prong, pulled at its owner and ached for release. He opened himself completely, humping at the leather clad hunk above him. With each thrust David made, Tim arched his back and impaled himself, gasping with delight, onto the hard thick spear of David's masculinity. As Tim pulled at him, David pistoned in and out, the friction of their coupling white hot on his sensitive flesh, sweat bathing him and dripping onto his lover. The heat of impending climax began to spread from David's groin throughout his body. Suddenly, he eased back, and wrestled his arms under Tim's body. Without breaking their union, he lifted the young man and swung himself into a sitting position, with Tim astride him, his throbbing prong still buried in the other's body. As he did, Tim settled down hard onto David's cock, gaining even more control over their combined motion. With his arms and legs wrapped around David, Tim bounced himself up and down on the piercing rod of flesh filling him. David humped up and down again, his intensity undiminished as he made love to the man now in his arms, supported by his body.
In this position, they were wrapped in each other's arms, encased in black leather, and face to face. David felt the tide of orgasm rise, and bucked wildly at the man on his lap. Tim sensed how close he was, and quickly leaned into him, finding David's mouth with his lips, locking them into a wild furious kiss. Tongues invaded mouths, explored teeth and jousted with each other. David began to gasp and Tim clenched him again, riding that pounding meat with an intensity David had never known. With Tim's mouth closed firmly over his own, Tim's arms binding him in their grip, and Tim's glorious body riding hard on his cock, David surrendered to the moment. With a smothered `mmmffff', his body tensed and his manhood swelled within its cocoon of tissue. His nuts heaved and pumped and his seed erupted from him. He shot load after load deep into Tim, a torrent of jizz that it seemed would never end. Still pumping as he did, the river of cum poured into the accepting body and flowed back along David's shaft, leaking from Tim's rectum and spilling onto David's balls and legs.
As David continued to hump, Tim felt the surge of manjuice fill him, felt the oozing heat as it escaped around David's pistoning cock. Still kissing his man fervently, a wave of emotion flowed over him. Abandoning his reserve, Tim surrendered to the pleasure engulfing him. The pressure on his aching dick, sandwiched between the two bodies, and the uninterrupted pounding of David into his arse even as the older man ejaculated, became intense. Trembling, shuddering, Tim let go as his orgasm crashed into him. Searing spurts of white hot cum exploded from him, a geyser of jism spraying up and over the interlocked bodies, coating the leather in sticky rivulets, smearing their skin with layers of Tim's essence. And still they fucked, David pumping unabated, their mouths remaining locked together, unable to get enough of each other.
Slowly, David's thrusting eased, then stopped. Reluctantly, they broke their kiss, gulping in air. Eye to eye the two men looked at each other, and smiled deeply. Gently David lifted Tim from him, his still hard cock making a slurping sound as it exited Tim's sated hole. Wordlessly, they lay down on the leathered mattress side by side. David's arm fell over Tim, as Tim's finger trailed across his lover's chest. The emotion of the day, and the draining intensity of their joining took its toll as exhaustion descended on the two.
Tim woke, startled and confused. Where was he? What was this binding around his chest..? And then he remembered, and smiled happily to himself. Lazily stretched himself out, luxuriating in the sense of well being that descended upon him. He felt the soft leather covering that he lay on, revelled in the feel of the leather harness around his chest and the clinging tightness of the supple black chaps gripping his legs. His hands wandered absently to his groin, touching the sheer black leather that cupped his cock and balls. Unbelievable! He had always wanted to have this kind of leather gear, had wished and prayed for the chance to know the pleasure of leather at its erotic best, and out of nowhere, it had been handed to him, complete with a god made man, a leather stud, who had made love to him in the most intense way he had ever known.
He turned and opened his eyes again. The dimly lit basement that was to become David's playroom was empty. He guessed he'd fallen asleep on the mattress after making love for the second time in one day. David was nowhere to be seen. He had no idea of the time, no outside light pierced the dimness of the basement. Standing unsteadily, Tim wondered if he should get out of the gear he wore. But it felt so good, so enticing and comfortable. He was reluctant to ever remove any of it. Besides, he reasoned, his own clothes were nowhere to be seen, so there was no point in taking it off.
Tim heard a dull thump, and the sound of a softly uttered swear above him. Prompted into movement, suddenly wanting to hold his new man, he started up the steps. As he moved the leather creaked and rubbed, the chaps he wore brushing together. He suddenly noticed the hard stiffness of the dried cum on his chest and stomach, rubbed by the straps of the harness. He smiled again at the memory of how that had been deposited.
David had smiled inwardly when he realised Tim had fallen asleep next to him after they finished their lovemaking. Looking at the handsome boy, his heart had swollen. His hopes and dreams had come to life in the shape of the young man by his side. Someone who needed him, needed what he could give, and shared his love of leather. Someone who willingly gave himself to David, and in doing so had given David the most wonderful, passionate, erotic experience he had ever known. It was no surprise that Tim had fallen asleep. Not wanting to disturb his slumbering leather angel, David had looked long and happily at the resting form, the black leather holding and warming his young lover, highlighting the shape of his beautiful body which had been given so willingly and generously to David. He had left him there to rest, while David set about unpacking at least some basics from the myriad boxes stacked upstairs.
David had happily left the gear he was wearing in place. Somehow, it seemed perfectly natural to be walking around, doing mundane things like unpacking moving boxes, dressed in full leather gear. In this, his new house, David intended to spend a lot of time indulging in the wonder of leather. His powerful frame was encased in the shining black hide, a jacket over his upper body which was wrapped in a tight harness, his legs wrapped in the glossy black chaps and high sided boots, his arms immersed in clinging black leather gloves under studded gauntlets. A hard black leather `Master's' cap on his head. As he moved around, locating and unpacking some bed linen and bath towels, coffee cups and other essentials, he relished the feeling of the leather against his skin. The occasional whiff of tanned hide, or the fleeting reflection of shimmering black leather in a mirror or window, made him feel so good, so strong and confident.
It was a box of foodstuff he had been carrying to the pantry, and had slipped from his hands, which made the thud Tim heard below. David had sworn to himself, hoping that it had not disturbed Tim's slumber, and that nothing had broken or spilt. He was crouching over the box, trying to check, when Tim found him. The younger man stared down, mesmerised yet again. He took in the fabulous view -- David's wide shoulders stretching the black jacket taut, the chains jangling softly from the epaulets. David's perfectly rounded butt cheeks framed by the shining gloss of his chaps, his muscles flexing and rippling beneath the leather. The tiniest slip of black which was the rear strap of the posing thong disappearing between his cheeks, almost beckoning to Tim, as the rounded fullness of the pouch cupped David's testicles, tantalizingly close and just visible between his legs.
Inwardly longing and at the same time feeling so happily fulfilled, Tim broke the silence.
"Often walk around an empty house in full leathers?" he asked, trying to sound innocent.
David jumped up, startled at Tim's unexpected reappearance. "Not in the past, but I certainly intend to from now on..." he grinned at his new lover. "...Besides, it worked pretty damn well for someone else I know!"
Tim blushed lightly at the reference to his behaviour earlier, then took the jibe in the spirit it was meant, enjoying the joke at his own expense. He looked long and admiringly at the man before him, his emotions welling up again.
"How do you feel now?" David asked, concerned.
"Better. Thanks to you. I guess I should go,..."
"You'll do nothing of the sort! It's the middle of the night, and you have nowhere to go to anyway. You'll stay here tonight. In the morning we'll start sorting out those real estate agents for you." David took command, determined not to let Tim slip into depression again.
Tim's face broke into the widest smile. "I love you, David" he said. David didn't answer, but his heart swelled. He simply held Tim tightly in his arms, tightly. They kissed, not passionately, but with tenderness, enjoying it, savouring the moment. The warm enveloping leather was all around them, part of them, separating them but joining them at the same time. Rubbing against each other, feeling the comforting touch of the leather, David realised that it was late, and they were both still encrusted with dried sweat and cum from their earlier loving. He gently led Tim to the main bedroom.
"Let's get cleaned up a little and get some sleep. I think we should get all the rest we can, if my plans for tomorrow pan out." He said, winking at Tim.
Tim smiled back. "Whatever you say, `Sir'. I wish I could find a way to thank you properly."
"It's my pleasure, honestly!" David whispered, his eyes resting gently on the younger man.
Slowly, reluctantly, they helped each other shed their leather. They unbuckled the harnesses, slipped off the gauntlets, unzipped chaps. They eased themselves out of the wonderful clothing, placing it all carefully to one side, stripping the layers away to reveal themselves to each other naked, but tired.
"Hop in the shower and clean off," David commanded. Tim gladly obeyed. His now bare body felt grimy from the exertions of the day, and drained. As Tim washed away his troubles, David quickly made the bed, then joined his lover under the cascading water. They washed each other down slowly, sensuously, without making love, and climbed into bed to get some much needed sleep.
The next morning David woke to find Tim's arms wrapped around him. The events of the previous day came flooding back, and he smiled to himself, wondering at the marvellous rapture he felt in Tim being here with him. He roused Tim gently and coaxed him from the bed, making them both coffee and desperately fighting off the urge to attack his young lover, to swathe him in leather and make love to him again. But not yet. There were a thousand things to do this morning before they could have some fun, plenty of time for that later, he told himself.
"Tim,..." David began, "If you want, we'll go and do some arse kicking this morning. You can't be locked out like that without a court order. I'm sure I can get you back in straight away, and I can help with the back rent if you like,..."
The young man started to protest, but David cut him off.
"...or there's another solution." He stopped, his confidence deserting him. With Tim's inquiring face turned to his, David summoned his courage and plunged on. "You could always move in here, share with me, if you want?" The look on his face was one of hope and anticipation.
"I, uh, I'd love too!" Tim's heart jumped. "But are you sure. I don't have much money, much anything."
David grinned, relief and happiness in his eyes. "Did I say anything about money? I'll take it out in trade!" he winked, mock lust on his face. Then more seriously "It's you I want, not your money or your possessions."
Tim's eyes filled with moisture. "I love you" he said simply, but meaning it.
David ached. He looked at the young man, saw the sincerity of his words. "I, uh, love....you too." It took an effort to voice the words, but once said, David felt so good. He repeated himself, savouring the sounds. "Tim, I love you. I want you to live with me!" They embraced, holding each other tight.
David could be imposing when he was in control. Tim knew that, but it translated into real life as well. He strode into the letting agent's office, demanding to see the manager. Within minutes they left with Tim's possessions in three large cases, a written apology, and an acknowledgement that the overdue rent was waived, in return for a promise from Tim that he wouldn't sue the company or the landlord.
"Impressive!" was Tim's only comment as they exited smiling.
"No one messes with my lover and gets away with it!" David declared, half seriously. His arm went protectively around Tim's shoulders. "Tim, pack your stuff in the car. I just want to grab something down the street. I'll be back in a minute." He tossed the keys to his friend and walked away, as Tim looked after him, curious. True to his word, David was gone only a short time, returning with a large brown package he tossed onto the back seat.
Back at the house, Tim unloaded the cases as David headed inside with his package. Returning to help the younger man, he beamed at him as the last bag was deposited in the living room.
"Welcome home, my man!"
Tim grinned and threw his arms around him. "Thanks, stud" he said, kissing him on the lips.
"And I got us a housewarming present" David added, taking Tim's hand and drawing him into the bedroom. Laid out on the bed were matching sets of shorts and vests. Made of the softest black kid leather, the smell of newness strong on them. Tim picked up the vest set out for him, held it to his face and breathed in the aroma. The vest was dark and supple. The shorts shone with a gleam of polished metal, the leather oiled and shining.
"Oh, David, they're perfect."
"His and His." David laughed. "I told you last night I intend to get around in leather as much as possible, and I kinda hope you will too."
"Will I ever!"
They raced each other to shuck off their clothes and get into the new presents. The soft leather of the vests caressed their backs and chests like black fingers, and the shorts fit perfectly, comfortable but tight, emphasising more than they concealed, showing off both men's rounded firm cheeks and highlighting their manhood in glossy black.
"I'm going to have a permanent erection with you in these around me all day." David mocked.
Tim grinned evilly back at him. "All the more reason to get plenty of rest, cause I'm going to be doing everything I can to take that erection from you." He grinned again and traced David's penis through the leather with his fingertip. They kissed, long and hard. Exploring each other, their hands travelled over firm bodies and textured hide, clasping and gripping, an urgency upon them. Grinding themselves together, chest to chest, groin to groin, the creaking of the leather joined the symphony of sighs and whispers as they held each other, touching, feeling, and bathing in the sensuous feel of the leather against their skin.
David lifted Tim bodily, his strong arms around the younger man, hands firmly clenched on those perfect leather clad cheeks, clutching him against his own body, feeling Tim's perfect frame press against him through the new leather they both wore. Lowering him to the bed, David straddled his lover, knees on either side of him, sitting against the hard bulge of black restrained within the shorts, rubbing himself back and forward against Tim. Tim looked up into David's eyes, eager and wanting, loving the man on top of him. His hands went to David's hips, his fingers feeling the shorts, taking in the wonderful sensation of David's body encased in the tight black leather covering. He massaged David's arse cheeks, slid his hands around to touch and squeeze at the lengthening mound of manhood clearly outlined by the shiny black leather, to prod gently at the testicles encased in the supple hide. His hands moved upwards, sliding under the folds of the vest, touching and pulling at David's nipple rings, bringing moans of delight from the leather lover leaning over him.
Suddenly David was off him, swinging his body around and beside Tim's, lying so they were face to groin, in the classic 69 position. Instantly they each attacked the other's leather clad penis, suckling and licking at the tubes of man meat through the second skin of black. Teeth and lips clenched and bit at the swollen cocks, tasting the protective leather and feeling the trembling hidden power of their erections. Noses buried in crotches, they moved as one being, drinking in the life they gave to each other, the power they felt from the unrivalled sensuality of the leather.
Tongues, fingers and lips explored their steel hard rods, enveloped as they were in the velvet gloss of black leather. Caressing and exploring the mounds and bulges of inviting sensual blackness that were butt cheeks and balls, they devoured each other and gave themselves to each other, skin against skin and leather against leather, grinding, pushing, driving their senses wild with the delight of the shared love and second skin they both wore.
Unable to resist his urges, Tim slid his fingers under the shorts encasing his lover. Easing them down as he could, he found his prize as David's rock hard cock, slippery from his own pre-cum, presented itself to Tim's eager lips. Licking out and tasting the oozing man juice, Tim massaged David's tool with his tongue, slurping around his cockhead and tracing his way along the steel hard shaft. David, his senses reeling with the warmth of Tim's lips on his rod, returned the compliment. Tim's shorts were eased away from his cock, to be replaced by David's wet enveloping mouth. As Tim artfully caressed David with his tongue, teasing and sending electrical surges through him by biting softly at the tender flesh, David opted to swallow Tim in one huge gulp, opening his throat and taking Tim's manhood inside him in an instant. Tim gasped as the pleasure of David's warm throat held his throbbing dick, sending waves of enjoyment spreading through his body. He reciprocated by gently easing his lips around David's cockhead and slowly beginning the descent upon the powerful tool in his mouth.
David felt Tim begin to engulf him, and sighed with delight. He felt Tim's tongue whip at his corona, explore the ridge of his cockhead, and lubricate his shaft as Tim slowly, gently swallowed him. The sensation crept up on him. Driving him wild with desire. Very soon the two men began to bob in unison on their respective cocks. They found an easy rhythm, complementing each other as they suctioned and withdrew, pistoning in and out of the other easily. Servicing and being serviced, giving and taking, still lost to the sensuous wrap of leather on skin, the blissful scent of maleness and leather and sweat, they drove themselves on. Each dived faster and deeper onto his mate's organ, while at the same time driving his own cock into his willing partner's throat. The sounds of creaking leather were joined by the moist slurping of tongues and mouths, and the whimpering moans of growing passion. Tim felt his need intensify, his balls heave as his orgasm neared. He strove to hold back. David knew he could not resist the explosion much longer, and somehow sensed that Tim was nearing his peak at the same time. Faster they attacked each other. Deeper and harder they each drove into the other, the moment rushing toward them. Thrusting in and out of one another, the world lost in a blur of masculine sexual frenzy, ecstasy exploded upon them simultaneously.
Tim tried to cry out, but his call was smothered by David's pounding cock. As he felt himself shudder to a final swollen hardness, David's prong exploded in him, sending rivers of salty/sweet juice into his throat. Tim swallowed and gulped and swallowed again as his own balls emptied themselves through the throbbing hardness of his cock and into David's waiting gullet. David felt rather than tasted the cascade of manjuice that flowed from Tim, slurping and sucking at his lover's rod. His cock twitched and trembled as it shot spurt after spurt into Tim's mouth, and he felt as though they had created a circle of cum. It was as if his seed was being emptied into Tim and recycled back through his lover to himself.
The two suckled and trembled, emptying themselves into each other. Slowly their eruptions eased, and each licked and slurped at the other, determined not to waste a drop of the precious liquid they had pumped into themselves. Finally spent, they broke their position, Tim flipping himself around to lie face to face with his lover. On an impulse he tucked David's still firm, saliva covered cock back into the leather shorts, and did the same to himself. David echoed his thoughts out loud.
"Oh that feels so hot, the warm wetness inside the leather, my cock feels like it's still lost in your throat" David whispered. Tim simply nodded his agreement, pressing his body against the older man, feeling the sensation wash over him yet again. Their lips met and parted, their tongues exploring, tasting themselves on each other, mixing and sharing their juices as hands held tight to backs and butts. The urgency replaced by the mellow warmth of sated desire, they lay together recovering.
They stayed there, together, pressed to each other and garbed in their leather vests and shorts, for some time, revelling in the touch of each other. David eventually ended the silence.
"We still have unpacking and arranging to do." He announced. "Come on handsome, on your feet and come help me sort out our new home."
Tim smiled again. "I can't begin to tell you how much I like the sound of that -- `our new home'." David kissed him softly again, and stood up, taking his hand and pulling Tim to his feet. Tim looked at his lover, drank in the sight of his arse in the form fitting black shorts, feasted on the sight of his manly shoulders filling out the vest. "I wish we could leave these on all the time." He uttered quietly, running his fingers down David's back.
David looked at him in surprise. "We can. No need to take them off. Besides, I like the look..." His eyes roamed lustily over the younger man. Tim grinned, licking his lips slowly, his eyes fixed on the smiling face before him. "Now..." said David, again getting a little more serious, "...even if we live in leather, we still have to live, so come and help sort out the place."
They surveyed the various rooms, bantering lightly and deciding where to place furniture. They slowly began to settle into the house, getting to feel their way around it. They passed each other easily, touching lightly, a gentle caress on the arm, a quick stolen kiss, a playful squeeze of cheeks and dicks. And whenever they caught sight of themselves, of each other, they marvelled at the wonderful feeling of freedom they had as they occupied their home clad in the supporting, empowering black leather clothing.
They put in several hours of work that afternoon, but only got a fraction of the way through arranging the house. Plenty of time to finish, David declared and Tim agreed. Breaking for a well earned coffee, they sat on a lounge, still surrounded by boxes and other items. David leaned back on one arm of the sofa, while Tim lazily rested against the other arm, their legs entwined, running toes along each other's legs teasingly. David looked at Tim's suitcases, untouched since he got back that morning.
"You won't feel really moved in until we get them unpacked." David nodded toward the cases.
"There's not a lot there I want or need" Tim commented dryly.
"Maybe so, but they're your things, and they belong in your home, not sitting in cases like some kind of unwanted visitor."
"You're right." Tim said, suddenly spurred to action. "Let's at least get my clothes put away." He grabbed one of the cases and a carry bag. David grabbed another bag, and let Tim lead the way into the bedroom.
"How about you take that half of the wardrobe, and I'll take the other?" David said, pointing to the left side of the full length wall to wall built in wardrobe.
Again Tim looked dubious. My few things are going to look awfully lonely in that huge expanse, he thought as he heaved the case onto the bed, undoing the locks. He turned and slid one of the doors open to reveal two levels of hanging rails and a set of drawers, and looked back at David in confusion. Already taking pride of place were a pair of chaps, a pair of dress slacks, jeans, a vest (heavier and more substantial than the one he was wearing), two jackets and three harnesses in different configurations, all in polished black leather, lined up and inviting. On the floor were two pairs of black leather boots.
"I thought this was to be my side..?" he said questioningly.
"It is." David said simply.
"But all this gear..."
"It's yours. These as well... David pulled open the top drawer to reveal an array of leather jocks and pouches, arm bands, cockrings, collars, the cap Tim had worn the night before, and assorted bits and pieces. "I know they fit -- they fit you perfectly last night" he grinned at Tim, running his finger down his abs and along Tim's soft penis encased in the leather shorts.
"But they belong to Chris, don't they?" Tim looked hard, wanting them, hoping but not daring to hear.
"Tim..." David said, firmly "...I'm not going to pretend we don't have a past, either of us. But Chris has gone. He hated this anyway, despised leather and refused to let me enjoy it. Chris is no longer. They're yours. If you want them, of course. If you won't feel comfortable in them because they used to belong to someone else, then we'll trash the lot and buy you new ones of your own."
"NO!" Tim exclaimed. "They are wonderful." He turned and held his lover, kissing him hard, smiling into his eyes, then back to the treasure trove before him, running his hands over the coveted garments. "Can I wear them?"
"Are you kidding? As often as you want, wherever and whenever you want. Preferably when I can watch, feast my eyes on you, but they're yours. You can do whatever you want with them."
Tim laughed out loud. He looked at David, and his libido stirred for the hundredth time that day. With a lusty grin he said quietly "I think I need to try some on, just to be sure!"
"Then let me choose" said David, matching his leer, and running his finger along Tim's leather covered cock.
"We'll choose for each other!" Tim declared. "piece for piece. I seem to recall an unopened box in the playroom that needs attending to."
"Agreed." Said David eagerly. "I wondered when you'd remember that. Let's dress each other, and go exploring."
They stripped and stood naked, each smiling at the other, their cocks evidence of the growing desire. David studied the racks for a moment, and selected first a harness. More complex than the one from last night, Tim needed a little help to secure it. Wide shoulder straps ended in twin metal rings which were connected by a broad leather band. The twin rings sat over Tim's nipples, framing them. Two pieces of chain attached to the rings and looped back around Tim's ribs to connect at the back of the harness. Two more leather straps led one from each ring to another ring which framed his navel, while the metal ring between his shoulders had attached to it two more straps that fell across his back in an inverted `V' to connect with two more metal rings on the small of his back, connected by a chain, and then joined with leather straps around his waist to the ring at his navel. From this centre ring another strap of soft black leather fell to an open snap. At his back, he could feel thinner straps of the same soft leather dangling from each of the metal rings sitting just above his arse cheeks. Tim felt David set these into position so they framed his butt and curved under his groin, joining an inch or so from his balls where the now merged single leather strap attached to a larger metal ring.
David grinned. "This goes there!" he pointed and Tim realised that it was actually a silver cockring, forming a part of the harness. He hurried to squeeze his balls through the metal and then feed his hardening cock into place before nature prevented him from affixing the ring where it belonged. As he adjusted himself inside the metal, his cock swelled and hardened at the constriction of blood. The ring felt so good, tight and hard, cool and exotic as it held him in thrall. David snapped the final leather strap straight down from the centre ring around Tim's navel into place by feeding it through the ring against his cock shaft and snapping it closed.
Tim felt exhilarated, enclosed and constrained in the leather and metal of the harness, yet still easily able to move around. He surveyed the effect in the mirror, and his cock twitched with anticipation. "Your turn" he said to David, as he examined the contents of David's side of the closet. For his man, Tim chose a much simpler harness than the one he wore himself. It consisted of four wide strong black leather straps which started from a single metal ring that sat between David's shoulder blades, and met again at another single metal ring in the centre of his chest. Each of the straps was adorned with a row of silver metal studs, pointed but not sharp. From the two rings, one at the front and one at the back, two long slender silver chains dangled, slung around David's waistline to meet again at the opposite ring. They were secured front and back by another length of chain which connected to them lower down, drawing them more firmly in place so that they stayed in position as David moved around. A final length of silver chain crossed David's chest high up just below his neck, attached at either end to the two shoulder straps. Tim looked eagerly and appreciatively at the leather and metal which wrapped and highlighted his lover's upper body. The straps around David's ribcage accentuated his pecs, pushing them up and out, emphasising the nipples with the tiny silver rings through each. Tim wanted, ached, to take those rings in his teeth and tug gently at them.
David forestalled him, moving back to the drawer on Tim's side, and holding up four wide leather bands. The two longer bands were quickly buckled around Tim's upper arms, and the shorter ones around his wrists. The leather that wrapped itself around Tim's lower arms had rows of metal studs set into it, and looked much like shortened gauntlets. Tim held his arms out in front of himself, admiring. His still semi hard cock waved in front of him, the head moist with the first drops of pre-cum. To finish his arms, David handed Tim a pair of soft kid leather driving gloves, the ones with the fingers cut out. The feel of the leather against his palms and hands was so stimulating, Tim marvelled that he didn't lose control and attack David right then. But he wanted his man in more leather yet. For David, Tim chose a pair of long gauntlets that started at the wrists and went all the way up and around his elbows. Solid, firm, polished and black, they sheathed his entire forearm in beautiful shining leather, unadorned, but radiating a sense of hidden power. Over David's hands went a set of glossy black leather police gloves, which fit him...well.... like a glove! David revelled in the envelope of dark polished hide now encasing him from the elbows down, and as he looked to Tim, he saw him lick his lips and grin leeringly.
David reached and squeezed at Tim's still hard prong, holding it tightly as his free hand searched again. This time he retrieved two items. A collar, soft, shining and black, with two rows of metal studs along its length. It snapped easily into place around Tim's neck and as he delighted in the feel of the leather around his throat he looked back to David to see the other item. This was almost a jockstrap. Almost, because it consisted of nothing more that a tiny waistband of black elastic from which hung a soft leather pouch, the lower edge of the leather cup also elasticised. Pulling it up, Tim found it amazingly comfortable. The support band sat easily just above his hips, then dropped low at the front while the pouch slid up and under his testicles, nestling around them and cupping them in place. With some difficulty he managed to stretch the rest of the pouch over his erection, and the effect was to have the pouch only just cover the base of his penis where it arched out from his lower abdomen, grip his cock and balls in sensuous soft leather fingers, and scrunch back to his skin at the sensitive spot where his ball sac connected to his body. Tim let his hands cup himself through the leather, squeezing and rolling himself inside the pouch as David stood and watched the show.
Now it was Tim's turn yet again, and he took his time as he rummaged through the drawer of goodies. Finally triumphant, he held out to his leather god a thong with a codpiece that snapped into place (or away again - Tim thought happily). Before David could pull it on Tim opened his hand to reveal another delight.
"A collar for my neck deserves a collar for you," he whispered to David, and dropped to his knees in front of his lover. Carefully he snapped into place a leather cockring which sat tightly around the base of David's quickly hardening cock, behind both shaft and testicles. Attached to it was another smaller leather strap which pulled together around the top of David's ball sac, separating the fleshy container from the weapon it fed. David's balls were thus separated from his cock and held firmly in place with leather restraints. With a quick, longing lick at the head of David's cock, Tim backed off and David pulled on the leather thong. It consisted of a leather waist strap, with a single back strap which connected to the waist and pulled down between David's round firm cheeks, to divide in two behind his balls and frame his manhood, joining the waistband again at either side of his groin. Three snaps were fitted, two at the top and one at the base, to which a firm black leather codpiece was connected. As David adjusted himself inside the black mound of leather, Tim feasted his eyes on the outline of his male sword pushing forward at the leather casing.
A sense of needing, of urgency, which had been held in abeyance until now suddenly came upon the two men. They had fed their own libidos by dressing each other, and now those libidos were demanding release. Wordlessly they each turned to the wardrobe and almost reverently pulled out the indispensable item, the defining piece of masculine leather sexuality -- long black shining leather chaps. Somehow, chaps were the essence of leather love. They encased the legs, gripping and covering yet highlighting and framing. They had the effect of completing one, as though you were unfinished without them. David and Tim eagerly fastened the chaps around themselves, delighting to the touch, the look and the smell. Both men carefully smoothed the soft shining leather into place against their skin as they fastened the leg zippers. They luxuriated in the leather engulfing them from ankle to thigh and framing their arses and groins, beckoning each to the other with irresistible promises of leather masculinity. Tim had finished before David, and without hesitating reached for a pair of high sided leather boots. They slid easily, comfortably over his feet and he stood upright. Like some comic book hero, he swore he could feel superhuman powers flowing into him from the leather he now wore, the power of male sexuality, building and urging, demanding to be released upon his leather hunk beside him.
David was struggling with the second of his own boots, and Tim bent to assist, on one knee. As he helped David pull the boot into place, he couldn't resist any longer, and his head dropped. Impulsively, he licked the toe of David's boot, tasting the leather. Kissing and licking, he polished the top of the foot, drinking in the close up view of leather and metal. David's boots had leather straps which went under the sole and came up to connect to metal rings at the ankles, where another strap circled the ankle. Tim followed the line of the straps with his tongue, then eased his face upward, finding the leather of David's chaps. Licking, biting, he made his way up David's legs, drinking in the sight, the taste the smell of the leather. He felt the strength of David's muscles beneath the protective black hide -- the pure maleness of his lover, heightened and empowered by the slick black leather. As Tim increased his attack, David's hands came to his face. Lifting him.
"Not yet, stud.' He cautioned in a whisper, "very very soon, but not yet!"
They stood and examined each other. Each man was turned on so much by the other, wanting, needing to be joined. The creaking, powerful leather which covered and gripped them was an aphrodisiac like no other. David started to move, but Tim stopped him. "Wait -- one more thing" he said. From David's drawer he found the hard cap with the shining black visor, and the mirrored sunglasses. When David set them in place, Tim looked earnestly and approvingly. "Now you're complete. My leather hunk" he stated decisively.
Together they descended the stairs to the basement. The `real' world left behind with each step. David's arm was on Tim's shoulders and Tim's hand slid around David's waist as they moved toward their new life as one.
To be continued...
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