Leather Lovers
Chapter 2
Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
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.
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