"Not yet, fucker..." I whispered in his ear, and backed off to the open
wardrobe door. I pulled out the chaps, and slowly lifted them from their
hanger, laying them on the floor in front of me before lifting them and
fastening the waist band in place. Resisting my own eagerness, I slowly
reached down each leg, one at a time, smoothing the fold of glossy black
leather around my leg, catching the zipper at the ankle and ever so slowly
sliding it up my inside leg. The whole time I made sure I was bent over so
that Mike could get a great view of my butt, and the pouch holding my balls
in its soft leather embrace. With each leg, as the zip slid into place at
the top of my leg, I let my fingers continue trailing up across my skin to
gently touch my balls and trace the length of my hard rod standing out in
the black leather pouch. Finally I stood again, and turned to face him
directly.
"Fucking hell that looks good!" he exclaimed. The towel had been thrown
aside, and he lay there, one hand easily stroking his cock which stood at
full attention. "Don't stop, please..." he urged.
Next I lifted his full harness from its place in the cupboard. Slowly,
hopefully enticingly, I slipped it on, buckling each strap in turn, and
keeping my eyes fixed on the man on the bed a few feet from me. I was
enjoying this so much. The feel of the leather as it touched my skin made me
tingle. The scent as it moved wafted up to my nostrils, exciting me even
more, and all the while Mike stroked his hard cock and made happy moaning
noises to match my movements. Finally, I reached in and lifted a black
leather cap from its hook, placing it on my head and pulling the shiny black
visor down low over my eyes, so that I had to tilt my head back slightly to
look at him.
A long, soft whistle was my reward. I stood and accepted the accolade, my
legs spread and my arms crossed on my chest. I loved the way being dressed
in hot leather like this made me feel so confident, so strong and exciting.
I could feel the texture of the hide against my skin, could look down to see
the black leather grip my legs like a second skin, accentuating everything
it touched. Mike looked long and hard at me, his eyes taking in every inch.
"Holy Shit!" he exclaimed. "You are one hot looking leather stud!" Leaving
off his stroking, he sat up on the edge of the bed, closer to me. "Please,
please ..." he begged, " ... I just have to have you, now!" With that, he fell
to his knees in front of me, and his lips attacked my groin, sucking and
licking all over the posing strap encasing my cock and balls in soft black
leather. His tongue danced out and traced along the clearly visible tube of
black that was my rock hard cock encased in leather. His hands found and
caressed my butt, fingers following the edges of the chaps up to my waist,
then down around my arse cheeks to the soft sensitive flesh of my inner
thighs. The feeling of his mouth as it rubbed and licked at the leather
covering me was incredible. My hands fell to his shoulders and I massaged
gently at his flesh, getting even more excited by the appearance of his
eager mouth on the dark hide cushioning my groin. I could hear him breathe
deeply and I knew that he was experiencing the delightful aroma of the
leather mixed with sexual arousal right there in front of his nose.
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.
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