Chapter 5
I knew the leather stores would be crowded, the day before the Folsom Street Fair, and indeed they were. Daddies, boys, street punks, butch dykes, lipstick lesbians, even the occasional grandmotherly type filled the place. But the store had a good selection, ready for the Fair. And best of all, I had a $500 gift certificate, a hell of large prize for submitting the winning pictures to a San Francisco gay rag's story and photo contest (I write stories, too. Hey, you're reading one, aren't you?)
Dirk was fascinated with everything. He looked a bit horrified by some of the paddles and whips, and amused at some of the skimpy jocks and jockettes (well, what DO you call jockstraps made for women?), but I could see by the bulge in his jeans, enhanced by the cock ring, that he was kind of turned on.
"Tomorrow's supposed to be another hot one," I said, "So why don't we start you out with some leather shorts?" We found a couple of pair in his size, then headed for the dressing room. "Just a minute," I said. Dirk looked at me. "Take off your shirt and give it here." A couple of guys looked at us, as much to watch a hot "scene" as to watch a hotter guy getting undressed.
Dirk looked around and noticed that LOTS of guys were shirtless. He grinned, crossed his arms at his waist and took off his shirt smoothly. A couple of guys nearby whistled--I guess they appreciated the sight of Dirk's smooth chest as much as I did. Dirk stuck his shirt behind his back belt, and headed into the dressing room.
Dirk came out. And caused a stir. He looked as hot as they come. He'd chosen a pair of soft leather shorts, hip huggers, so they showed off his smooth chest a couple of inches below his navel. Of course, not a speck of hair marred his chest or belly to contrast his fair, smooth skin from the dark shine of the leather. The shorts buttoned at the front, inviting one to explore. They lay flat against his flat hips. They were matte black and unadorned but for the buttons. With HIS body in them, they didn't need adornments!
Dirk turned, so I--and half the store, mind you--could get a look at his ass. Instant hard-ons! The shorts were fitted in the back, to cling to one's ass, like those International Male underwear they're famous for. And cling they did. And Dirk's ass was purr-fect for them to cling to!
Dirk turned around to face me. "Well, what do you think?" He was grinning; he KNEW the effect he was having on most of the guys around him (well, not my REAL boyfriend, who would have thought Dirk to be too pasty and hairless.
He'd had been turned on by the bear coming out of the next dressing room, hairy, barrel chest, gold tit rings through large tits, neatly trimmed goatee, wicked smile, and the friendliest-looking eyes. Oh, yes, and a new pair o chaps that HE was trying on. Over a jockstrap. HE obviously didn't shave his crotch! Or chest. Yes, my Real boyfriend would have been drooling, but not at Dirk. But again I digress.)
"They'll do," I grinned backed. "Give me your pants and let's go find the rest of your outfit." We headed off towards the vests, which were, of course, crowded with leather guys and leather guy wannabes. Finally it was our turn, and we got through to the racks.
Dirk tried on a couple of vests. They both hung off him like paper bags. I wanted something tailored, to accentuate his lean body and vee-shape. One of the store managers was wandering by and saw our predicament. "I think I may have just the thing you need," he said. "It's a bit expensive, but I think you guys'll like it. It's a new pattern, something I've been working on for guys with your shape. Come over here."
We followed Jim (so said his name tag) to one end of the main counter. Jim headed into the back room and came back holding hanger on which hung a stunning vest. The leather hides looked like they had been hand selected (they had been) and dyed together (they had been) and cut to lie perfectly. Again the vest had few adornments. The matte black finish matched the shorts Dirk was wearing perfectly. I held my breath as Jim took the vest off the hanger and walked behind Dirk to hold the vest for him. I could only hope it fit.
It did. It fit like a second skin. Even without buttons to hold it shut, the vest hung straight and closed in front. The shoulders sloped with the natural slope of Dirk's shoulders. The back hung even. Dirk looked fabulous. Jim, apparently thought so, too. "I'll tell you what," he said. "If you agree to model the vest and shorts on the cover of the next catalog I'll give you $100 bucks." That would, incidentally, make the vest only slightly more expensive than a normal off-the-rack vest.
Dirk grinned and said, "Make it $150 and you have yourself a deal." Jim said, "Done," and they shook on it. What with the gift certificate, we would not be out that much money for a day's shopping. Not bad.
I had been meaning for Dirk to get a harness to complement the shorts and vest, but decided they'd only lessen the impact of the vest. So we headed toward the boots and shoes section of the store. On the way I noticed three guys slipping notes into Dirk's hands. He looked at them when we got to boots. "Jim," and a phone number, was on one of the notes. The second was more explicit, "Paul, redheaded top, 9 inches" and a phone number. The third was a regular business card, "Chad, CMT, In/Out" it said, together with rates. On the back Paul had written, "No charge for you or your friend, I love doing two guys at once." Well, that was mighty friendly of him. Dirk just sat there, grinning. He had no idea how hot a commodity a body like his was in the gay community. I'd have to have a talk with him about that.
Dirk and I each put on boot socks and tried on a few pair. I found a comfortable pair of shitkickers, steel-toed lace-ups, maybe a foot high. Higher than anything I currently owned. Dirk found a somewhat more demure pair, if boots can be said to be demure. Anyway, they went well with the vest and shorts. Boot boxes in hand, we headed for yet another section of the store.
On the way we passed the books and magazines. We stopped to check them out.
I found nothing I didn't already have. Dirk stocked up with a copy of "Leathermen" and "Freshmen," a bit of a contrast. He then moved to the book section and picked out a book on gay sex, another on gay history and mores. Dirk surprised me when he added a copy of "Intro to SM" to his stack. "Hey, I just want to read about," he said, looking at me. "It's intrigued me, and I never met a girl I wanted to try it with. Now I know why!"
We stopped at cock rings and such, and Dirk found a cock ring like the one he had on. We then moved to the leather arm bands and such. The first shoulder bands Dirk tried on were much too wide for his narrow body and smaller arms. He found a smaller pair that fit well and stayed in place a couple of inches below the vest. They set off his lean but muscular arms nicely. Grinning mischievously, I picked up a longer band of leather.
"What's that?" Dirk asked. "Turn around," I replied. With his back to me, I reached around and buckled the collar around Dirk's neck. "It's called a slave collar," I said. "Or a boy collar. Only in this case, it'll keep most of the guys from attacking you. At least without MY permission." Dirk grinned and said, "Whatever. It's comfortable enough." Long pause. "Sir."
We both cracked up. I said, "Let's get this stuff off you and go pay for it. Unless you want to wear it out?" Dirk replied, "No, um, I think I'd rather not."
Since he had the collar on, fewer guys accosted Dirk on the way to the fitting room; he got only one note, "Westley, you daddy, and a phone number." Dirk was polite enough to take the note, but got rid of it discretely as soon as he could. Dirk did stop to talk to one cute, thin-but-muscular, long-haired redhead. Could this be Paul, the `redheaded top with 9 inches?' "That was Chad, the CMT," Dirk told me when we reached the fitting room. "I told him we might want to take him up on his offer later in the week." I looked at him, open-mouthed. "I did a three-way with two girls, once," Dirk said, guessing at my surprise. "Now I want to try it the other way." Dirk sure was moving from "straight" to "gay" in a hurry!
Incidentally, Chad DID get together with us later that week. He looked great in a jock strap as he worked on Dirk's then my shoulders, chests, arms, and legs (I have the pictures to prove it.) He looked great WITHOUT the jock strap, too. Not 9 inches, only six or so, but humongous balls (hidden in a thick bush when he got to my place, deliciously smooth when he left, as were his ass--only lightly furry--and cock. He made me leave a small patch above his cock, though, but the bright red hair set things off nicely.
And Dirk and I discovered we "worked" well together, as he fucked one end of Chad and I fucked the other. After we'd both come, Dirk and I worked on Chad together, one of the cock, one on the balls, then alternating. Judging by Chad's screams and copious amounts of cum that sprayed everywhere, we did THAT well, too.
Our bill for the vest, shorts, two pair of boots and socks, leather bands, and miscellaneous books and magazines was more than $800; less 10% for buying so much and less my $500 gift certificate, Dirk's charge was a bit over $200. If Dirk did the photo spread, he'd be out only $100 or so, not bad for all we bought. I noticed Dirk had picked up a couple of leathermen books in addition to the Intro to SM book and magazines; what WAS Dirk turning into? "I'm only curious," Dirk said, noticing my look. "I promise to play safe," he added, "And to let YOU have first dibs on tying me up!" Dirk decided to wear the vest and boots out of the store. I made him take off the shirt, though; he looked SO much better with just the vest on his hot, bare chest. Dirk also left the arm bands on. I, also, wore the boots home, since my sneakers were much lighter to carry. We came home two happy, tired shoppers.