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...Sweat was beading down my brow and my eyes started to water, as the leather man plunged his man meat deep in my throat. He fucked my face roughly. Grabbing my head tight between his big hands. Making me his bitch boy. Thrusting his more than 10-inch rock hard cock rough against the back of my throat. He was pressing my head tight against the back of the seat.
Was this really happening? Was I really getting it on a train, what I wasn't able to find in Amsterdam? Jesus,... what was he going to do to me?
But let me back the story up a bit. Let's start at the beginning. I was fucking horny for weeks before. So I planned a hot holiday in Amsterdam. Booking a hotel near the railway station and the cheapest train ticket I could find. Looking for a real man-to-man sex experience. Something that I was never going to find in the small town I came from. The anticipation of this trip did not help calm me down. It had the opposite effect. It made me even hornier than usual.
I am an introvert guy in my early twenties. Openly homosexual for ages, but unable to find a long-term friend to start a relationship with. Sure, I had the occasional short-term relationships. But those guys were more into one night stands. To just find out if they liked gay sex, or at least not looking for something more permanent. Friends enough to hang out with after work. But no real men to take home after a beer or a night out.
I was so freaking hot that I needed something more. It had been over a year since I had proper sex with another guy. And I was looking to get off. I wanted to try the glory hole scene in Amsterdam. An anonymous cock to suck was better than no cock at all, I thought. And somehow the anonymity excited me.
The long weekend started on a Friday. With my backpack in hand, I made my way to the local train station. It was mid-summer. Most schools were on their summer break, so the train was unusually quiet. It still took me two and a half hours and several change-overs to get to Amsterdam. I had done my homework on the internet. Picked out the things that I wanted to do and see once I was there.
At Amsterdam central station I walked down through one of the tunnels to the city center. There I saw a grungy skinny guy leaning against one of the pillars. The guy was clearly looking for a good time as well. Grabbing his crotch once he saw me looking at him. He was not really my type. Once I got closer he whispered to me, "Want to have a good time, mate?". I answered back that I was going to check into my hotel room first. The bulge in my pants had other ideas though. My cock betrayed me big time. The dirty call boy noticed that too. He started to laugh. By that time I was close enough that I could smell him. He stank of weed, tobacco, piss and cheap beer. And his arms showed several needle marks. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I felt sick and a little sorry for the guy. But I would certainly not lower myself that far. So I decided to keep walking. "You don't know what your missing, asshole!", shouted the guy. He got angry once he noticed that I wasn't interested in his brand of 'a good time'.
The hotel I booked myself into was nothing special. A place to sleep, and a hot shower. More than that I did not need or want. I was planning to spend most of the days roaming Amsterdam anyway. Seeing the sights and experiencing all the big city had to offer. The touristy things by day and the gay clubs by night. That was sort of the plan for the 3 days there. I had checked their policy on bringing 'friends' back to the hotel room. I had to pay a little extra, but I did not mind that. It was part of the plan. Or so I hoped anyway.
I unpacked the few things I had brought with me, brushed my teeth and decided that late afternoon to check out a few places I found on the net. The first stop would be right on the other side of the city center. A good way to see some sights on the way there. It was a large sex shop with 2 floors above it. On the first floor was a sex cinema for the folks into hetero-sex and above it one with more gay-folk in mind. And later that evening I could make my way back and visit a club or some bars. Who would know what I would pick up and bring back to the hotel with me?
Once at the sex-shop I bought myself an access-pass and some lube and other stuff after I had checked out the rest of the shop. I made my way upstairs. And took a quick leak in one of the toilets on the first floor. The sounds coming from the hetero porn movie and the couple making love in the next stall was making it hard. Pissing with a stiff dick wasn't easy at the best of times. I cleaned up and proceeded to the 2nd floor. The area had a large gay porn cinema and some glory hole cruising area next to it. It was very busy. The end of the week and the summer holiday had brought out a lot of guys to play.
I settled in one of the video cabins. It had glory holes on either side. I decided to warm up first. Watching a gay porn movie and enjoying a little wank. My slender 8-inch dick was throbbing wildly once I had freed it from my jeans and jockstrap. A quick glance through the glory hole learned that both cabins next to mine were also occupied. But as soon as I indicated to the guys I was ready to play they got up and left. That went on for a large portion of the rest of the evening. Only lookers, but no takers. But as soon as I was ready to leave a nice black cock appeared through the hole. Its size shocked me. It was half stiff and I set to work pleasing the thing. From the loud moans on the other side of the glory hole and the ever stiffening cock, I concluded that the guy was enjoying himself. Before long he started to thrust his prick in my throat. I took him as deep as I could and let my tongue tickle his shaft and cockhead. Meanwhile, I was jerking off my own meat. Shooting a hot load over the tips of his cowboy boots under the partition wall. His cock started to throb wildly. "Oh fuck, I am going to cum! Take it... Swallow it all... Suck me dry boy!", the guy moaned. Not long after that, he started to fill my throat with his hot sticky cum. I could hear the guys outside chuckle. "Yet another one gets his face fucked full...", commented one of them jokingly.
I thanked the black guy and asked him softly if he wanted to fuck me through the glory hole as well. His big cock was still fully hard and throbbing with pleasure. And I wasn't done either. But the guy had other ideas. He put his cock away and quickly left. I sat back down a little disappointed. Cleaned my self up a little and watched a porn movie for a while longer. Hoping for some more cock. But none wanted to play. So I decided to leave and go for a drink in one of the gay bars in the city center.
In the 'cuckoo's nest' I ordered myself a Heineken and sat down at the bar. I chatted up some guys but as soon as I thought I had them hooked they left. What I did not know then was that the cuckoo's nest had a large labyrinth gay cruising area and dungeon in the basement. A bit disappointed in my own lack of success I left for the hotel, all alone. After a quick shower I started to play with the 12-inch dildo I had bought at the sex-shop earlier. I fucked myself with it. And enjoyed myself while I shot a couple of loads. That relaxed me and I fell sound asleep.
Saturday I was going to do the touristy thing. Madame Tussauds, city tour by canal boat, the Amsterdam zoo, and stuff like that. Later that afternoon I would go and eat dinner in a gay-friendly restaurant I found on the net.
After the nice meal, I ran into a busboy at the toilets there. He was smoking and jerking off with the toilet stall door wide open. His eyes closed, his hand under his apron, and his pants around his ankles. But it was clear what he was doing. As I looked in the mirror I could see the guys nob clearly as he stroked it wildly. "Need a hand with that?", I asked boldly. The young man got all red in the face and quickly left. Back in the restaurant the guy brought me a dessert menu and whispered; "Please don't tell my boss...". He was clearly ashamed of what I had caught him doing. "Don't worry about it, man. But if you still need a hand I would be happy to help out!", I said with a smile and a wink. But again the guy went all red in the face, took my dessert order and left. I did not see him anymore after that brief encounter. Again I left, all alone. But still hoping and looking for sex.
I found myself wandering the streets some more. For sex, the red-light district was always an option. But I was not going to pay to get off. I saw a shop called Mister B. From the research I had done on the internet I knew that it was a very nice leather shop. I went inside and browsed through all the tough-looking leather gear and toys they had on sale there. It made me so fucking hot that a small wet spot appeared in my jeans. At the rack with jackets, I picked out a classic biker jacket in my size and tried it on. I walked over to a full-size mirror on a column in the middle of the shop and started to admire myself. Gosh, that was a really nice tough look, I thought.
Something came over me. I was properly enjoying the smell, the feel, the weight of the leather on me. And the other people watched me watching myself. I even got compliments from some of them. One of them, a very nice looking burly macho in full leather gear gave me a slap on the ass. "Looking good boy!", he said sternly. "Now get on your knees and serve your master's cock!", he said with a mean grin pointing at his bulge. I was sort of shocked by the boldness of his statement. But equally intrigued. This was the first time in a leather shop for me. And I was loving it!
A shop assistant came over and asked if I liked the jacket. "I don't like it... I am fucking loving it!", I semi-shouted in pleasure. The people in the shop started to laugh. "Ah, you are into leather? I can see you are enjoying it!", said the shop assistant, pointing at the small wet spot on my crotch. "What would this jacket cost me?", I asked naively. When the assistant told me the price I got a shock. And told him that I would have to keep looking for something a bit cheaper.
I browsed a bit longer and decided to buy me a simple leather wrist wallet and a tough metal-studded cock-strap instead. That got an approving look and a wink by the macho leather guy. "You have to start somewhere, right?", I asked him under my breath. "Hell Yeah! But I know a better spot to start", he joked pointing at his rock hard bulge. "Leave the guy alone Tony!", said the shop assistant. "That's okay sir. I do like the leather look on him. But I'm not that brave yet.", I answered. I got a pat on the back from him. "Call me if you are...", joked the leather guy. I decided then and there that at some point I would definitely get me a cool biker jacket. I enjoyed the feel and the look, as much as I enjoyed the looks I got from the other men in the shop.
I was going to walk back toward my hotel that early evening. But found myself heading to the 'Cuckoo's nest' again. Maybe I would find a friend that evening, I thought. But what I found there was something completely different.
After the first couple of beers that night I saw a few leather guys walking arm in arm toward the back of the bar. They disappeared into a doorway and down a flight of stairs. Curious as what was going on down there I decided to follow them. With a bottle of Heineken in hand, I descended down the stairs. I found myself in a dungeon. The concrete walls were painted black. The narrow passages had small archways leading down to other spaces and hallways. On the side of them were chambers with all kinds of kinky furniture. Bars on some doors, red lights and mirrors. It was busy down there. And you could hear from the moans and groans that a lot of guys were having the time of their life down here. I was feeling like a right rooky. But I wanted to experience it all.
After the first round around the labyrinth, I stood by myself and took it all in. I finished my beer and was ready to go back upstairs. The dungeon overwhelmed me a bit. Was I really ready for this kind of scene? But before I could make my way back to the stairs a muscular leather guy grabbed me from behind. His leather-gloved hand covering my mouth and nose. And pressing his other arm over my chest. He pushed me into a larger room and then another guy blindfolded me. I had seen there was bondage furniture and a large cage in that room. The group started to strip my clothes and only left my jockstrap and leather wristband on. "Let's show the fucker what real men do to boys like him!", one of them shouted as the rest cheered him on. They tied me to a wooden cross on the wall. And made some leather straps make whipping sounds next to me. That scared me shitless. What were they going to do to me? Was this going to end well for me?
My brow got really sweaty. That made the blindfold slip off, and I could see what was going on around me. The 3 leather men were taking turns whipping 2 other younger guys and me. The youngest of the other guys was tied down over a rack. He got fucked something fears by all three of the leather men. He was not enjoying himself. But that was the point. Only the leather men were allowed to enjoy themselves it seemed. After they were done with him the other guy got the candle-wax treatment. His balls even got roasted by a candle by the meanest of the leather guys. All the while we got pinched, prodded, stroked and whipped. No, this was not what I was expecting! But oddly enough, I was sort of enjoying the pain. Or at least my cock was. It was fully hard throughout the session. While the other two young guys got fucked and used as cum dumpsters I got none. And as quickly as the session had started, as abruptly it ended. I was untied and told to dress and leave. The three guys laughed meanly as they saw how disappointed I was.
After some more touristy things the next day on Sunday and a visit to another gay cinema, I headed back to the hotel. Again all alone. Without the one thing I was so hoping for. A proper fuck by a nice guy. Well, you win some, you lose some. I had a fun time in Amsterdam never the less. I learned some things and had a few new experiences that no one could take away from me. I played with the dildo and watched a few porn movies that night and enjoyed myself that way. Dreaming of leather guys I nearly overslept. I had booked the Monday morning train and did not have time to shower or I would have missed it.
So I rushed back to the train station. My backpack was full of the new toys I bought and my asshole still slippery from the lube I used the night before. I felt dirty, but happy. It was very hot and muggy that morning. We were experiencing a proper heatwave. Therefore I was only wearing my gym shorts, a loose-fitting sweatshirt and the leather wristband. I had bought myself a train ticket upgrade, so I could ride in a first-class compartment back home. This was the intercity train. So not many stops on the way. The train compartment had 2 benches, seating 6 people quite comfortably.
As we pulled out Amsterdam central station the train conductor checked my ticket and wished me a pleasant journey home. After I placed the backpack in the luggage-rack above me I went to sit in the center of the 3 seats. Arranging all the airconditioning ducts to point at my seat. I made it very comfortable that way, despite the summer heat. I had closed the curtains to the hallway to block out the sun and to give me full privacy.
All of a sudden the door to the compartment flung open again. It was the leather man I had seen at Mister B. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps over his cut-off jeans with a codpiece. A leather harness under his leather biker jacket. Sunglasses, leather gloves, and biker boots. As if he had come straight from an all-night kinky bondage session in some nightclub. Startled I looked him intensely up and down. Taking in all he was wearing. And admiring his burly, muscular, power-full macho look.
"What the fuck are you looking at bitch!", he shouted mad.
"Well, I was thinking you must be very hot in all that fucking great leather gear, sir...", I answered brutally, without thinking.
He had a mean no-nonsense look about him. He through his weekend-bag on the seat beside me and stepped closer. In fact, he stepped so close to me that I could smell his hot leather crotch right in front of my face. The aroma was very overpowering. And I was loving it!
"You like that leather, you dirty little bitch boy?", he said angrily. He grabbed a hand-full of my hair and yanked my face toward his crotch. Without thinking I took a deep breath in through my nose. He pulled my head back and looked me deep in the eyes. "You're going to get fucked, boy! Now smell my leather!", he ordered as he pressed my face back into his crotch.
"No!... please don't...", I sputtered. But that made him even angrier. He pressed me closer and I could only do as he had ordered. Taking in the smell as he rubbed my nose all over his leather chaps and jacket.
"Touch my leathers, bitch boy. You're no longer in control. You're going to do everything I am going to tell you too. Lick the leather. You're going to get me hard! And you are going to make me feel nice!", he said in a mean tone. I rubbed my hands over his leather jacket. And licked his leather chaps. He very roughly pressed my head back and ripped the codpiece from his crotch. His cock and balls were already hanging out his cut-off jeans. Then he pressed his 10-inch rock hard cock to my lips. "Open up boy!", he shouted down at me. I pressed my hands to his legs as if to push him away. But he resisted my weak attempt. If anything I wanted him to continue, but I would not make it easy on him.
"No, not here!... Please don't... Anyone could see us...", I muttered. With one hand he closed the compartment door and the curtains. With the other, he pressed my head firmly against the back of the seat. He firmly plunged his huge cock into my mouth.
"Suck it!... Take it all. Dirty little bitch! Suck your masters cock good!", he said as he was holding my head between both of his hands. There was no way out. His hips pressed me to the back of the seat as he face-fucked me. His hands preventing me from moving left or right. He pinned both my arms above my head to the back wall as my eyes started to water. I was gurgling and choking on his more than 10-inch meat. I got a little scared. Well, a lot actually. He was way to rough for my liking. I went to Amsterdam for a good fuck, but this was overdoing it!
I managed to free one arm and punched him in the chest. That through him off balance. He stepped back and I shouted at him; "Are we going to have a good time, or what?... I would like to serve your needs. But then you damn well make sure I like what you're doing to me as well... Tony!...".
He looked at me in full surprise. "That is 'Sir Tony' to you, little pig!", he shouted startled. But his tone of voice had changed considerably. I could see him thinking. "How the fuck does he know my name?". He was no longer the mean fucker. Tony even managed a smile. I grabbed his leather jacket by the collar and pulled him back toward me. Sticking my tongue out I licked his lips and he kissed me back.
"Now... are we going to do this properly? I went to Amsterdam to get fucked but had no luck all weekend. You showed me the joys of leather gear at Mister B. And I never dreamed I would be fucked by a leather stud like you, Tony... Sir Tony. Now do me... Do me good... But do me nicely!", I said jerking off his cock and stroking his leather jacket. I was ready for him... I wanted him... I needed him!
He stepped close once more. Face-fucking and Deep-throating me. I licked his shaft and managed to tickle his balls with my tongue as he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth. By the deep groans, I noticed he was loving my technique. And before long he shot some of his cum in my throat. "Damn boy! Your good! But there is more where that came from! Did you like that?", he asked surprised.
"Thank you Sir...", I muttered. "You taste nice.", I said gazing lovingly into his eyes and rubbing his leather jacket.
"Are you ready to get fucked by a real leather man boy? But I am warning you now! None of that sissy foreplay! When I fuck, you will notice it!", he said as he pulled my ass to the edge of the seat ripping my gym-shorts off. Underneath I was only wearing the metal-studded cockstrap I had bought at Mister B. "Now then... you damned kinky fucker you. Look at that!... You are all ready for it!... Now I remember you!", he said with a dirty grin.
Without any remorse, he pushed all of his 10-inches in my tight bunghole. But again he got a surprise. "Oh fuck... You're all lubed up already!", he said laughingly as I pulled him close to kiss him. Wrapping my arms around his back. Preventing him from going too roughly and letting my ass get used to his monster cock.
"All lubed up for you... Sir... Now, show that boy hole of mine a good time. And if you do it nicely I will let you cum inside...", I said softly with a wink. I slipped my hand in the back of his leather jeans. Fingered his asshole and tongue kissed him deeply. He moaned wildly and he passionately kissed me back.
"What's your name boy?", he asked rubbing my face tenderly with his leather-gloved hand.
"Peter, Sir. My name is Peter. And I love your leather-clad ass. But please be gentle with mine. You're much bigger than anything I have had up there!", I said under my breath.
He licked a teardrop from the corner of my eye. "You're really into that whole leather thing, aren't you Peter?", he asked in admiration of how well I took him inside me. Slowly he started to gyrate his hips. Softly pumping my boy cunt with his long, thick, leather-clad man meat. He repositioned himself, pulled my legs in his neck and started to fuck me. He fucked me good. First slowly, with long gentle strokes. But as soon as he noticed I was ready for it he started to pound my hole.
"Fuck boy... You are taking it better then all the other 5 clients I had last weekend in Amsterdam... You are the only one who took all of my 10-inches down your throat and in your ass!... Man, you have such a nice fuckable tight ass too!... Peter, I am going to split you in two!... Take that cock boy... Take it deep.", he moaned wildly.
I groaned as he fucked me even rougher. "God yeah... Fuck that hole, Sir!... I am loving it...", I panted. I squeezed my butt when he pulled out and relaxed when he roughly plowed back in. Milking him hard. "I love the way your leather slaps against my ass as you fuck me... Oh, God... Yes... Fuck your bitch, Sir... Shit, you're so big... Fuck me deep!".
Tony started to sweat profusely. He pulled his prick all the way out and slammed it roughly back in. Moaning wildly and uttering dirty sweet nothings as if we were lovers for ages now. He pulled out. Bent over and kissed me. "You're something special... I never had someone like you... I could fuck you forever!", he moaned in my ear.
"Well then, why don't you?", was my simple response. He smiled as he processed that last remark. Tony took off his leather jacket and handed it to me. "Put that on boy!", he said stern. He sat down and pulled off his biker boots and gloves. As well as his leather chaps. Apart from his leather harness and cockring Tony only wore his cut-off jeans now. He was very muscular. Looking like the leather god he was. I put on his jacket and felt myself grow because of it. That same feeling of power I had in Mister B came over me again. Tony turned me around. Placed my hands on the luggage rack above us and slammed his pre-cum dripping cock back in my gaping asshole. Squeezing my nipples and reaching around playing with my rock hard 8-inch prick. The extreme power with which Tony now fucked me was of a completely different level. He was a man with a mission.
The mission became clear after a few minutes. He fucked a huge load of cum in my gut. I have had seen guys cum before. But this was something completely different. It took him ages to empty his balls deep inside me. Slamming his cock roughly and deeply inside with every hot stream. I could feel it penetrating my hole. Lubricating every inch. He turned me around, pushed me to the ground, and shot a few streams over his jacket and into my yearning mouth. I sucked him dry. Cleaning every inch of his huge throbbing and tender dick. Making him jerk with every touch of my lips on his cock.
Over the tannoy system, the conductor announced the next station we would be stopping at. I looked at Tony and said that I was going to clean myself up before we stopped at the station. I took off the leather jacket and put my gym-shorts back on. Wiping the cum from my face with my t-shirt. I made my way to the nearest toilet where I cleaned myself off as good as I could. My dick was still rock hard. Making it hard to put it back in my shorts. I quickly rubbed out a load in the toilet. When the train started to roll again I went back to the train compartment.
To my shock, Tony wasn't there anymore. He left me his leather jacket, his kinky leather chaps, his gloves and boots. On a note, he wrote; "Peter, These are yours now. You have earned them. Your the best fuck I had in years! Honestly! I'll call you sometime to see how you are getting on. Love, Sir Tony". In shock, I looked out the window of the train. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tony walking away. He only wore his cut-off's and a shirt. He had put on a pair of sneakers and was carrying the weekend bag over his shoulder.
It seemed as if my eyes started to water... I was overwhelmed. Was I ever going to see him again? Was I really just fucked by a leather master who left me his leather gear as a reward?
But wait... These weren't tears. It was a huge thunderstorm rolling in, as my train rolled on toward its destination. Leaving me with more questions then answers. And all kinds of feelings I had never had before.
By the time I got home, the temperature had dropped so much that I had no choice but to wear the leather gear from Tony. And I must say it felt fucking cool. I felt 10 feet tall. I was taking no shit from anyone. That leather gear did something to me that no matter of training or coaching could have ever given me. I felt self-assured for the first time since... well, since forever. And I was loving it! This was the new me.
Leather-clad Peter.
PS. Later that evening Tony did call me on his cellphone. He had left it with some other goodies in the leather jacket. We talked for hours and we arranged to meet again soon. He wanted me on a 'job' with him.
With my ass full of cum and still wearing the new leather biker jacket, I fell sound asleep. Dreaming of all the new experiences I have had. And the great sex I was going to have from now on...
Don't be afraid to try something new. Life is too short to not try everything once.
Trish
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