Slowly he worked his way up, gingerly getting to his feet again, as his lips
refused to relinquish their hold on me. He licked and slurped at the straps
of the harness, following them with his tongue, then quickly darted across
to take my pierced tit into his mouth. I let out a soft whimper of delight
as he rolled my nipple ring around and across his teeth, tugging gently as
he licked at my skin. He bent over double, and licked slowly, sensuously
down my leg, tasting the leather of the chaps, and hugging my legs to him,
his arms caressing my leather engulfed legs. Standing again, he looked into
my eyes with those deep pools of blue, and our lips met. Passion engulfed
me, and our mouths crashed together, parting lips, forcing tongues into each
other to taste each other. He pressed himself against me hard, rubbing the
leather of the harness and chaps against his naked skin, grinding his steel
shaft against my own rock hard cock, the leather creaking and caressing us.
His hands gripped my arse cheeks as he pulled me against him, determined to
hold us together so tightly. My head reeled with the sensation of this
powerful man crushing me against himself, pressing the leather I wore into
my skin, releasing the wonderful aroma of leather and sweat and sex.
"Mike ..." I gasped between breaths, " ... I need ..." I didn't finish, as he
finished for me.
"... for me to be in leather too." He whispered urgently.
He pulled away from me and reached in the drawer, rummaging for a second and
retrieving two items. One was a leather jockstrap, or rather a leather
pouch, designed solely to cradle his heavy rolling balls. It consisted of a
piece of elasticised nylon which ran around the hips, and from it hung a
pouch in the softest black leather, with a hole cut in the front, right at
the top against the waistband. He pulled it on quickly, and I saw how it
fitted, The leather pouch itself came up and held his testicles, while his
hard cock, jutting out and upward, went through the front hole, to stand
free and proud, pointing at me. The effect was as if his very ball sac was
made of the softest, blackest leather. "Oh yeah, I like very much" I
whispered hoarsely in approval.
The second item he had grabbed was a soft leather band, like the ones I wore
around my upper arms, but thinner and longer. This he wrapped around his
neck, like a collar, buckling it at the back. My leather god from the night
before was transformed into a willing, smiling boy with leather balls and a
leather collar, and I loved it. My dick twitched with excitement as I took
in the near naked look that was so so hot with the touches of leather upon
him. I reached and fondled his balls with my hand, rolling them gently
around in their leather envelope, feeling the texture of the hide so soft to
touch. Lowering myself to my knees, I took a closer look. His proud and
mighty cock standing to attention, oozing the first drops of pre-cum, sank
into the black leather pouch, merging with it as his heavy orbs rolled to my
touch. I could not resist, and kissed them, licking gently and outlining
each in turn through the leather, tasting and smelling the soft hide while I
felt the shape of his jewels encased within. I stood again, and drew him to
me, holding him tightly against me, kissing him hard. As my hands travelled
up his back I pressed against him, relishing the feel of his body against
mine, separated by the single layer of glossy, slippery black leather. My
fingers found his neck, and traced the lower edge of the collar, gently
touching and probing as our tongues intertwined. His body seemed to melt
against me, to mould itself to mine.
I normally took the passive or `bottom' role when it came to sex. I actually
preferred it, but sometimes you need a change, and this was one of those
times. Mike was so yielding, so supplicant. He felt so hot against me, in
nothing but the leather ball pouch and collar. I wanted him, needed to have
him. With my arms behind his shoulders, I leaned forward and gently lowered
him to the bed. As he sank onto the cover, I pressed myself down on him
again, the leather straps of the harness rubbing against his chest and
stomach until I slid lower, tasting his abdomen and letting the rough hide
scrape against his pelvis and legs. My mouth sank to his groin, licking at
his cockhead and tasting the salty juice. I opened my lips and swallowed his
cock, willing myself to accept all of him until my nose was buried in his
pubic hair, my chin rubbing against the leather holding his balls in place.
My throat constricted and relaxed, flexing around his prick as my tongue
worked away at massaging the shaft as best I could. He moaned softly and I
looked up to find his piercing blue eyes half closed with pleasure,
regarding me.
"Just enjoying the view of that cap going down on me." He explained, moaning
yet again as I dived down once more onto his prong.
I slid up and off him, my hands massaging his butt, and moved my arms to
between his legs, pushing them upward and apart. This presented me with the
most wonderful view of his balls, visibly heaving in the leather pouch. It
was as if the leather itself had come alive and was caressing his orbs,
moving over and around them, cushioning them and gripping at them. My lips
dived in to assist, nibbling and rolling as I licked at him, once again
tasting the leather. I let my tongue slide even lower, licking at the soft
tender skin of his perinaeum, trailing slowly but surely toward his pleasure
hole. His moans grew louder, and as I reached my target I drove my tongue
into him, feeling the muscles relax to the velvety touch of the soft
intrusion. I licked at and around his hole, feeling him tremble with delight
as I pleasured him. I lifted away and looked at him once more.
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