LEATHER EXPERIENCES by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009]
[There following contains scenes of sex between men, more than one, indulging in watersports, mild bondage and s/m. If easily offended don't bother to read on. If not gay then piss off.
I was very nervous. It was stupid really; after all I'd been around for quite a few years and visited more gay pubs and clubs than I could remember. But this was the first time I'd been to a 100% leather club, or for that fact ever gone out dressed as I was under my shell suit except when safe at home. I'd made quite a few enquiries and had some ides what to expect but whilst one half of me was excited at the idea of walking around in front of people I didn't know dressed in my leather straps and chains the other half was more than a little apprehensive.
I found the club with less trouble than I'd expected and was lucky to find a parking space within a couple of minute's walk. Even so it took me ten minutes to ring the bell at the door as I walked round the block first, still making up my mind. In the end I thought that as I spent all the time getting ready and then driving here it was stupid not to go in and anyway there was little chance of anyone who knew me being inside and I didn't have to return again if I didn't want to.
Just inside the door I was told I could only enter if dressed in leather and without further ado striped off my shell suit and handed it over to reception. I can't say anyone would call me good looking but being tall and slim with close cropped fair hair and a reasonable tan don't think I actually looked too bad in my cut off denims and leather body harness. I also wore a thick chain round my neck and another chain led from the harness down to a ring round my cock and balls that were then enclosed in a tight leather jock.
I then went through to the bar and sat there for nearly an hour drinking, smoking and watching the others. Just doing that was a turn on, all those male bodies, some in full rig of leather jacket and trousers down to a few with less on than myself. As my eyes became accustomed to the light I began to realise that as the crowd moved around some of them would disappear round a pillar into the dark and not reappear for some time. I decided to take a look.
The area beyond the pillar was larger than I had realised and very dim. As I wandered along a corridor I made out that either side were large sections containing from ten to a couple of dozen bodies, mainly standing or cruising up and down but in some cases fondling and kissing. The partitions were of strong wire fencing on heavy frames and the general d?cor was of painted oil drums scattered around and in some places stepped benches against the wall.
I wandered around for a while, brushing against bodies and eyeing up the various actions that were getting more adventurous as the evening progressed. I had been eyeing up a youngish coloured man who was dressed much as myself. Whilst not quite as tall as me he was considerably broader across the shoulders and I could just see in the dim light the bulge at the front of his shorts. He didn't seem to be interested and I stopped in one of sections to put my drink down and have a cigarette. Shortly after he came in and sat on the higher bench just behind me.
I couldn't believe it. Was he interested or was it just that he wanted to sit down. I'd never been with a black man but I certainly found him attractive and butch in a strange sort of way. Just then a light touch on my bare shoulder from behind made me jump and a voice asked for a light. As I turned round to offer my lighter our hands touched and I felt a tingle run all through my body from top to bottom and I'm sure that if my hair hadn't been close cropped it would have stood on end. As I lit his cigarette I didn't pull my hands away and neither did he. We just stood there for a while wriggling out fingers together until he said he wanted to sit down and why didn't I join him. As he sat on the higher bench without thinking I sat on the lower one between his knees, which he moved over my shoulders and pulled together, so I could feel his body against mine down to my waist.
Then he sat forward and I felt his groin push against the back of my head as his hands felt over my face and moved down to my chest where they started to fondle and then to pinch and pull on my nipples. As I gasped I put my arms round his legs and grasped them tightly to me. I could feel movement in his shorts where they made contact with my head and wondered what he had hidden there. I realised there was more than just movement in my own shorts, in fact it was getting quite painful and I released my hands from his thighs to slip them under my shorts and rearrange myself.
He obviously had the same problem as he moved his hands under my shoulders and pulled upwards. As I stood up and turned round I saw his was not just rearranging himself but pulled his zip down and left it. I placed my hands on his pecs, moving them up and over his body, down his arms and back to his face. I was amazed at the heat his body was giving off, he wasn't sweaty but felt as if all his blood was on fire, as was my own. He pulled me toward him and opened his mouth slightly. As I kissed him hesitantly on the lips he pulled me tight and his tongue batted at my lips till I submitted and he pushed it into my mouth. As I responded I could feel his sharp white teeth with my own tongue and hesitated no longer as I clasped his head tighter to mine.
I felt his hands move down my body and fumble with my belt but now I was beyond caring and pulled back slightly to allow him to continue. As I'd expected the weight of my belt caused my shorts to fall down and I quickly shrugged them off my feet. I could feel we had an audience now but it didn't matter. He got a condom from somewhere and pushing his own shorts down managed to put it on. As I managed a quick glance down I was shocked at the size and tried to pull away but he just grasped what he could of my hair and forced my face down into his crotch. I couldn't see how I would manage but somehow found his member was inside my mouth and he was moving my head up and down with his hands.
My jaw was starting to ache when he quickly pulled me back up and pushed me against the wire fencing. Oh No! I thought. There's no way I can take that but he gave me no time to argue and started to attack my rear with it. Relax, he whispered in my ear and his hands moved round to my nipples and pinched them tightly. Somehow the pain of that did the trick and before I knew it I felt him inside me. I know I cried out but at the same time didn't want him to stop.
He didn't until he'd finished with me. Only then did I realise that I'd finished myself, the combination of his actions and being forced up against the wire netting had done the trick.
We both sat back down to recover our breaths, and our clothing and he asked if I'd give him a lift home and possibly a repeat performance. When I asked how far away he lived he replied two streets from you. He'd seen me around but had no idea we had the same interests and likes. You can imagine the rest yourselves.
From time to time we went back to the club, both being exhibitionists in our own way, but by that time he'd discovered other ways to amuse himself with my body as he called it. He would tell me to dress basically the same way as when we'd met with the addition of a thick pair of black towelling briefs. He would only take me down the club for the last couple of hours, 'I want you wet and dirty; not burnt and stinky', he'd say. We would have a few beers at the bar and then go down the back for a grope session but I knew when things were getting serious when he'd tell me in quite a loud voice to take my shorts off and follow him as he needed a piss. With that I'd follow him to the urinal where he'd tell me to sit on the step, never bothering who else was in there and proceed to piss all over me from the neck down finishing by stuffing his cock in my mouth to be cleaned off.. Usually by the time he'd finished there would be one or two other takers who would proceed to do the same. He just loved to see my body abused that way. Then he'd give me back my shorts to put on and take me back into the bar, my body still glistening for all to see. It was amazing how many people would get turned on by the sight and he'd let anyone reasonably clean face fuck my mouth for a while as long as they came over me while I lay down on the dirty floor. Then he'd take me back to the bog and piss over my shorts this time, as he didn't want me to get clean. Usually by now there were a few people following us or getting ready to go home and sometimes he'd clip the straps on my wrists to the flush bar and just tell them to get on with it, making me suck their cocks clean afterwards and getting them in the mood to shoot over me. When he was ready he'd go and get my shell suit and make me put it on without cleaning up at all and then drive him home.
Occasionally he'd invite someone we both liked the look of to come home as well and 'help him punish me'. One time there were a couple of French lads who were in the army and over for a visit. When he asked them the only thing they asked was if they'd get to see him fuck me. As soon as he'd replied in the affirmative they needed no second invitation. We went back to his flat, which was set up better with a rubber sheet on the bed, and a beam which we'd attached some strong hooks to overhead. As soon we got in he told me to take off my track suit and had me walk round in the soaking shorts to get them all drinks and then took me into the bedroom where he made me lie on the bed and fastened my arms to the wall behind and having put a pillow under my head, fastened my feet at the bottom. He then returned to the sitting room where I heard him put a video on and offer more drinks. Shortly I heard one of the lads ask for toilet and he just brought him into the bedroom and pointed to me. With a grin he proceeded to relive himself over me and then called out for his mate who came in and did the same. I noticed that by now they were both down to shorts themselves, which they took off when my master came in and asked if I'd cleaned their cocks for them. When they said no he told them that was what my mouth was for and they each stuck a cock in slightly from either side. Whilst they were doing so my master untied my legs and pulling of my shorts and briefs which he threw up on my chest attached a couple of chains to the straps on my ankles and pulled my legs up and apart until he could attach the chains to the hooks on the ceiling.
He didn't hang around but after slopping some KY at my arse proceed to stick his cock in my hole. Even though he did this to me quite regularly I was still tight and let out a cry as he did so. Gag him with his shorts he told them and when they had done so both of them went down to watch his black cock go in and out of my arse and also, I soon felt, hold my cheeks apart to allow him deeper entry. I'd not had a piss myself for some hours and as usual, fighting back against the intrusion in my arse, soon found myself pissing myself at which one of the lads grabbed hold of my cock and directed the stream up to my face where it fell on, and soon through, the piss soaked shorts he had used earlier to gag me.
As usual he pulled out as he was about to cum for the first time jacking off over my chest and face, then using his fingers to wipe over my body and push them in my mouth to be cleaned. After doing so he gestured at my body to the two French guys and said to make themselves at home while he went and made some coffee. They took him at his word and he was hardly out of the room before the first one had his cock rammed inside me.
They were both young and fit with short-cropped hair. They looked slightly rough and bad and I was sure didn't get into scenes like this at home. I discovered later this to be the case which was why they usually saved up to take long weekend leaves in England. When my master heard this he offered them the use of the spare bedroom, and me, any time they came over. They must have liked the offer as they visited quite regularly for a number of years.
However, I'm getting ahead of myself. The one fucking me wasted no time in getting to work pistoning in and out as if there was no tomorrow with the other encouraging him on. He was very close and emulated my master by pulling out and jacking over my face at the same time as my master returned with a tray holding three mugs of coffee and a long cold drink for me. He handed them round and held my head up whilst I drank the glass down. I knew better than to protest that I didn't want it knowing by now some of my master's tastes.
The boys now changed places and using some of his friends cum as lubricant the second one proceeded to plough my arse. He managed to last a little longer but was obviously close when he said he was about to cum. Shoot it up him my master told him and I soon felt hot streams of cum spurt up inside me. When he softened and started to withdraw my master told him to stay inside and then asked if he minded getting wet himself, pointing out there was a shower they could use later.
He replied in the negative but pointed out he had to piss again soon. That's OK said my master. It will just lube him up for when I fuck him again. You mean? He asked. My master just nodded and with that I felt another stream of hot liquid jet up my arse. This one longer and continuous in nature. The other boy said he wanted to try but my master told him another time as the first pulled out and I could feel the warm liquid start to dribble from my arse.
Before it had time to leak much my master had his black cock in again, banging in and out, bashing my balls, and soon causing me to let go a stream of piss myself as I knew my master wanted. This caused him to increase his action, pulling almost out and then forcing himself back in as far as possible, now crushing my balls and causing my stream to jerk about, one moment up his chest and the next over myself.
See. He wants to be wet, said my master. Do what you can to oblige him and the boys standing on either side did just that as my master used my body for his pleasure and came for the second time as was his norm. As he withdrew he asked if they'd like me clean or dirty for the morning and after they'd said dirty just untied me and after rolling me over attached my wrists and ankles loosely to the bed. With that they all left the room and I heard the sounds of several showers and conversations before the various participants went of to there various beds leaving me to sleep as well as I could in the soaking bed. Sleep I did because several times during the night I was woken by the feel of a warm stream soaking my back and hair. My master had obviously told them to continue to use me as at time he did himself.
The following morning the boys came in and after turning me over released final streams of piss over me before jacking off over my face. My master made me stay like that, their cum drying on my face, just allowing me a towel to pat myself down and to wash my arms and hands. Then I had to prepare and serve them breakfast and after sit under the table at their feet to eat my own. He didn't allow me to clean up my bedroom or myself until after they left and he had another long session with me himself.
I was glad that weekends had a five-day pause in between at times like that.