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A Meeting In Leather - Part 16. free porn video
"A Rough talking to, and a Rough Fuck."
#English translation
- A sequel to: https://xhamster.com/stories/a-meeting-in-leather-part-15-946381
- Or start at the beginning: https://xhamster.com/stories/a-meeting-in-leather-part-1-925923
That Saturday morning Dave and I got out of bed early. We were both a bit tense because Mom and Dad would come home later that morning from their family visit and vacation. We both expected that they would have a lot of negative comments about the changes I had made to my appearance in their absence.
We cleaned up the whole house. And planned exactly what we would wear, what we would keep in sight, and what we wanted to keep hidden from them for a while.
Dave hung his new modern Leather Biker Jacket on the coat rack in the hallway. And I put my Cowboy boots in the kitchen. My moped had to be cleaned, so I already put it on the terrace.
In our bedrooms we also stored the things away that we didn't want them to see. Knowing that our mother always checked and commented on everything. In fact, nothing was ever good enough, if she hadn't bought it herself for us. And according to Dave and myself, something really had to be changed in that department.
I deliberately placed a couple of Gay-safe condoms on my desk and Dave a dildo on his bedside table as a tease. I put on the Leather Jeans, the white sneakers and a nice blouse with short sleeves, as well as the Leather wristband wallet. Dave put on his motorcycle boots under blue camouflage pants and a sport shirt. We both put on our chains. This look was sufficiently different for both of us than what our parents were used to from us. But not overly 'gay', if there is such a thing at all. And we prepared ourselves mentally as well as possible for the comments we expected from them.
I went outside and cleaned my moped. And Dave read a book in the living room. We were both clearly tense. Because when the doorbell rang we both got stressed. But it was Stevan; "Hey boys!", he said as we both rushed to the door. "Robert, thank you for lending me your biker vest.". He gave it back to me and told; "I went home with Erik-Jan yesterday and slept there.", he said proudly. "Oh, hi Stef... I … no we... didn't expect you. Ehmmm... Had a nice evening with EJ, have you?", I asked curiously and got a poke in my side from Dave. "That doesn't concern you, Robby!", he said. "Oh, yes man,... We did it!... and I thought it was great!... The girl we brought home did it with the both of us. And...", he began, but he fell silent looking at us. "Is there something wrong boys? Am I inconveniencing you?", he asked.
"No, sorry... come on in Stef.", said Dave. "We were expecting our parents home from their vacation. And they were not happy when I told them that I had bought Leathers and a moped without them. So we are expecting a sermon or two. That makes us a little tense.", I told Stevan.
"Ah yes,... I understand... I would rather avoid discussions like that with my parents as well.", Stevan said, and continued; "Cool, thanks for letting me borrow the vest Robby, and I'll see you on your birthday, okay?". "Great Stef, Then I'll see you Thursday morning. And then you can tell me all about the horny trio from last night...", I said with a wink.
Stevan left. But before he left the house, I gave him a pat on the back. Grabbed his arm and pulled his shoulder against mine and rubbed him briefly. "See you later, friend!", I whispered in his ear. "See you, buddy.", he replied.
"Dave this is crazy. We are getting fucked up over nothing. We don't even know what Dad or Mom are going to say, or do. This will stop right away! We are who we are. And they will discover that soon enough. Maybe not everything at once, and maybe not today. But then soon enough. We did NOTHING wrong!", I said resolutely. And I got a high-five from Dave. "You're right! Let's just go and eat something. We'll see what happens. But know that I'm on your side, brother of mine!", he said, relieved.
We ate an early lunch and chatted. After washing the dishes, I waxed the moped. It was now shining like new in the late summer sun. The doorbell rang and I walked to the front door. "Hi Robert, we're back!", my father said. Dave had come to stand behind me. "Ha Dave.", he told him. "Had a good trip Dad?", asked Dave. Mom came in with a few bags, looked at me, at Dave, at the clothes we were wearing and at my haircut. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF BOY!", she shouted angrily at me.
"Yes, nice to see you too, Mom.", I said indifferently. I walked past her outside and grabbed the suitcases from the trunk of our car. I heard Dave talking to her in the hall. But did not know exactly what he said to our parents. When I arrived back inside I immediately took one of the two suitcases upstairs without saying a word to my mother or father. Dave followed me with the other suitcase. "Is everything okay, Robb... ehmmm... Robert?", he asked softly. "No, not at all okay!", I said loudly with tears in my eyes. I went to my room and locked the door behind me.
It was not until about four o'clock that I went downstairs and prepared dinner for us. I made a nice rice table for the four of us. My moped was no longer on the terrace. And I also missed my Cowboy Boots that I had put in the kitchen. Mom walked past me a few times, and sometimes kept looking at me for a moment, shaking her head. I ignored her without ignoring her. We spoke but did not say anything. My father called her upstairs and they got into a heavy argument. Dave came to stand behind me in the kitchen. "Hi, don't let them get to you Robby... I'm behind you. Just keep on answering nicely when they ask questions. If you know nothing to say, you just don't say anything.", he said and gave me a hug. I asked him to set the table, and together we put the meal on it. It smelled delicious and it looked pretty nice, even though I say so myself. I had done my stinking best on this special dinner.
We were already waiting for our parents at the dinner table when they came down. "That smells good guys!", our father said. They sat down at the table and we scooped up the food. In silence we ate for a while. The tension was very high though. So that silence did not last long. "Robert, I don't want you to wear those clothes, I can't clean them. And you're going to bring that moped back right away as well! You don't need it for anything.", she said irritably. "And you are going to our hairdresser tomorrow and then you let those bleached locks be cut away. Otherwise I will do it myself! You are not gay, are you? That is not a good look on you at all!", she commanded me. Steam was almost coming out of her ears. "And what's this?", my father asked as he threw my gay-safe condoms and Dave's dildo on the table.
Dave squeezed my leg. I counted to ten. "Those are my condoms Dad. I got them from Doctor Jonathan when I asked him for sex education that I never got from you. A boy of almost 17 years old must behave safely when he has his first experiments in that field.", I said very calmly. Dave almost choked. "And no Mom, I cannot yet say whether I am gay or straight. I just have not had enough experiences to come to any kind of definitive conclusion about it.", I continued in the direction of my mother.
"In the last few years you dictated my life by saying; I don't want you to do this ...", and "I don't want you to do that...". "You must wear this...". "You cut you her like that", and "You're going to Judo because we say so...", I said with a huge sigh. "But you never asked me, what I really wanted myself. That made me insecure. You,... made me insecure mother! I never felt that I could live my own life. That I was allowed to make my own mistakes. Or that I could come to you with my questions, for an open and honest conversation. Where my opinions counted just as heavily as yours.", I said visibly upset.
"He has a point there.", said Dave. "I also often had to do things secretly, because I already knew in advance that you would react negatively. And that Dildo, Dad, is my toy. Just because I like to use it in my sex games.", he said. "You live under our roof, so you do what we say!", our mother replied angrily. "That's right, and we love you very much. But it's about time you let us live. And please don't tell us how to do that.", I replied with all due respect.
"From now on you will see me in different clothes. That is my choice. From now on you will see that I am seeing other friends. That is my choice. From now on you will see that I am going out with my friends on my moped, or go to an internship place for school on it. From now on I will look for a part-time job, because I have to pay for all of this myself. And there will be more things that I am going to change! Not to annoy you, but because I want to, and need to, live my own life. ", I said highly irritable.
"I have invited my new friends from fitness over for Thursdays party, and I have quit Judo. From now on I will go to Doctor Jonathan instead of your doctor. And from now on I want to make my own choices! But I still love the two of you very much. And I will always remain your son. Even though you are not happy with me or my new choices!", I said and walked off the table. I walked outside and they looked at me through the window. And I picked up my Cowboy Boots and Dave's Leather Motor Jacket from the trash can. And I heard outside how Dave exploded in a rage. He ran to me and took the dirty Jacket from me. Walked with it to the dining room and screamed everything together that was fast and lose. He was furious. In the kitchen I pulled him upstairs. And we went to his bedroom.
A few hours later there was a knock at the door. We looked at each other and said nothing. "May I talk to you guys?", our father asked. "Come in, Dad.", Dave replied. "I have discussed it with your mother. And we want to apologize. We were completely wrong. Sorry, boys. On behalf of your mother as well. Of course, we respect your choices and privacy.", he said, deeply embarrassed. And gave me the condoms back and Dave his dildo. Dave thanked him, and accepted his apology.
My father was looking at me now. "Dad, is it really bad if I go and sleep on that answer for a while?", I asked, still angry and disappointed. "Why boy?", he asked sincerely. "Because I still can't estimate how you would react if I, for example, come to the conclusion that I would be gay, straight or even bisexual. I NEVER want to experience something like this afternoon anymore! That's why I can't accept your apology right now.", I said with a trembling voice. "Robert has a damned good point there too, Dad!", said Dave. "I have a boyfriend. And yes, we also have sex with each other. But I'm still your son.", he said without emotion. "And, if Mom wants to apologize, I think she should have been here, don't you think so Dad?", he said, disappointed and relieved that he had now more or less come out of the closet.
Dad kept looking at us for a moment. "Oh... Yeah... You caught me off guard there for a bit, Dave. But that is indeed your choice. As long as you're happy! And you're right, mommy should have been here too, I think. I'll tell her of your choices...", he said. "Dad?", I asked. "Yes Robert?", he answered. "I haven't made a definitive choice for a partner yet. As soon as I know, you will be the first one I tell! So don't make any stupid assumptions. My clothing, my behavior, my hairstyle, my moped... have nothing to do with my sexual preferences!", I said and walked away and slammed my bedroom door behind me.
Late that night I cleaned my boots and cleaned Dave's modern Leather Biker Jacket and put Leather care products on it, while the rest were asleep. I sent Erik-Jan an SMS and soon got the invitation to visit him. That night I talked to him and his parents about the whole incident. It was a relief..., no a revelation..., to hear how frank they could talk about such matters. Actually it should not have surprised me at all because both of them were psychologists. We were able to give everything a place in my mind, and I was invited to stay over for the night. A mattress was placed next to Erik-Jan's bed and I slept on the floor next to him. Relieved and rested from the stress of the day before, I went home after breakfast with Erik-Jan's family.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU COMING FROM!", my mother shouted at me. And my father and Dave came running. "He was with Erik-Jan, he sent you a text message.", said Dave in my defense. I walked in. Took my Leather Biker Jacket from my closet and put on my cowboy boots and grabbed the helmet. "Greetings. If this is how you are going to react every time, than I don't want to be around you anymore!", I yelled and left with an unknown destination on the moped.
In the city center I stopped for a moment at the shop window of the Bicycle store, looking inside. Wesley stopped his motorcycle next to me. "Hey Robby, making an early morning ride too?", he asked. "Well, I fled the house earlier. My parents are home again and they were not happy with the choice for this moped", I said. "Oh, come on in... Then we can talk."
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#English translation
- A sequel to: https://xhamster.com/stories/a-meeting-in-leather-part-15-946381
- Or start at the beginning: https://xhamster.com/stories/a-meeting-in-leather-part-1-925923
That Saturday morning Dave and I got out of bed early. We were both a bit tense because Mom and Dad would come home later that morning from their family visit and vacation. We both expected that they would have a lot of negative comments about the changes I had made to my appearance in their absence.
We cleaned up the whole house. And planned exactly what we would wear, what we would keep in sight, and what we wanted to keep hidden from them for a while.
Dave hung his new modern Leather Biker Jacket on the coat rack in the hallway. And I put my Cowboy boots in the kitchen. My moped had to be cleaned, so I already put it on the terrace.
In our bedrooms we also stored the things away that we didn't want them to see. Knowing that our mother always checked and commented on everything. In fact, nothing was ever good enough, if she hadn't bought it herself for us. And according to Dave and myself, something really had to be changed in that department.
I deliberately placed a couple of Gay-safe condoms on my desk and Dave a dildo on his bedside table as a tease. I put on the Leather Jeans, the white sneakers and a nice blouse with short sleeves, as well as the Leather wristband wallet. Dave put on his motorcycle boots under blue camouflage pants and a sport shirt. We both put on our chains. This look was sufficiently different for both of us than what our parents were used to from us. But not overly 'gay', if there is such a thing at all. And we prepared ourselves mentally as well as possible for the comments we expected from them.
I went outside and cleaned my moped. And Dave read a book in the living room. We were both clearly tense. Because when the doorbell rang we both got stressed. But it was Stevan; "Hey boys!", he said as we both rushed to the door. "Robert, thank you for lending me your biker vest.". He gave it back to me and told; "I went home with Erik-Jan yesterday and slept there.", he said proudly. "Oh, hi Stef... I … no we... didn't expect you. Ehmmm... Had a nice evening with EJ, have you?", I asked curiously and got a poke in my side from Dave. "That doesn't concern you, Robby!", he said. "Oh, yes man,... We did it!... and I thought it was great!... The girl we brought home did it with the both of us. And...", he began, but he fell silent looking at us. "Is there something wrong boys? Am I inconveniencing you?", he asked.
"No, sorry... come on in Stef.", said Dave. "We were expecting our parents home from their vacation. And they were not happy when I told them that I had bought Leathers and a moped without them. So we are expecting a sermon or two. That makes us a little tense.", I told Stevan.
"Ah yes,... I understand... I would rather avoid discussions like that with my parents as well.", Stevan said, and continued; "Cool, thanks for letting me borrow the vest Robby, and I'll see you on your birthday, okay?". "Great Stef, Then I'll see you Thursday morning. And then you can tell me all about the horny trio from last night...", I said with a wink.
Stevan left. But before he left the house, I gave him a pat on the back. Grabbed his arm and pulled his shoulder against mine and rubbed him briefly. "See you later, friend!", I whispered in his ear. "See you, buddy.", he replied.
"Dave this is crazy. We are getting fucked up over nothing. We don't even know what Dad or Mom are going to say, or do. This will stop right away! We are who we are. And they will discover that soon enough. Maybe not everything at once, and maybe not today. But then soon enough. We did NOTHING wrong!", I said resolutely. And I got a high-five from Dave. "You're right! Let's just go and eat something. We'll see what happens. But know that I'm on your side, brother of mine!", he said, relieved.
We ate an early lunch and chatted. After washing the dishes, I waxed the moped. It was now shining like new in the late summer sun. The doorbell rang and I walked to the front door. "Hi Robert, we're back!", my father said. Dave had come to stand behind me. "Ha Dave.", he told him. "Had a good trip Dad?", asked Dave. Mom came in with a few bags, looked at me, at Dave, at the clothes we were wearing and at my haircut. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF BOY!", she shouted angrily at me.
"Yes, nice to see you too, Mom.", I said indifferently. I walked past her outside and grabbed the suitcases from the trunk of our car. I heard Dave talking to her in the hall. But did not know exactly what he said to our parents. When I arrived back inside I immediately took one of the two suitcases upstairs without saying a word to my mother or father. Dave followed me with the other suitcase. "Is everything okay, Robb... ehmmm... Robert?", he asked softly. "No, not at all okay!", I said loudly with tears in my eyes. I went to my room and locked the door behind me.
It was not until about four o'clock that I went downstairs and prepared dinner for us. I made a nice rice table for the four of us. My moped was no longer on the terrace. And I also missed my Cowboy Boots that I had put in the kitchen. Mom walked past me a few times, and sometimes kept looking at me for a moment, shaking her head. I ignored her without ignoring her. We spoke but did not say anything. My father called her upstairs and they got into a heavy argument. Dave came to stand behind me in the kitchen. "Hi, don't let them get to you Robby... I'm behind you. Just keep on answering nicely when they ask questions. If you know nothing to say, you just don't say anything.", he said and gave me a hug. I asked him to set the table, and together we put the meal on it. It smelled delicious and it looked pretty nice, even though I say so myself. I had done my stinking best on this special dinner.
We were already waiting for our parents at the dinner table when they came down. "That smells good guys!", our father said. They sat down at the table and we scooped up the food. In silence we ate for a while. The tension was very high though. So that silence did not last long. "Robert, I don't want you to wear those clothes, I can't clean them. And you're going to bring that moped back right away as well! You don't need it for anything.", she said irritably. "And you are going to our hairdresser tomorrow and then you let those bleached locks be cut away. Otherwise I will do it myself! You are not gay, are you? That is not a good look on you at all!", she commanded me. Steam was almost coming out of her ears. "And what's this?", my father asked as he threw my gay-safe condoms and Dave's dildo on the table.
Dave squeezed my leg. I counted to ten. "Those are my condoms Dad. I got them from Doctor Jonathan when I asked him for sex education that I never got from you. A boy of almost 17 years old must behave safely when he has his first experiments in that field.", I said very calmly. Dave almost choked. "And no Mom, I cannot yet say whether I am gay or straight. I just have not had enough experiences to come to any kind of definitive conclusion about it.", I continued in the direction of my mother.
"In the last few years you dictated my life by saying; I don't want you to do this ...", and "I don't want you to do that...". "You must wear this...". "You cut you her like that", and "You're going to Judo because we say so...", I said with a huge sigh. "But you never asked me, what I really wanted myself. That made me insecure. You,... made me insecure mother! I never felt that I could live my own life. That I was allowed to make my own mistakes. Or that I could come to you with my questions, for an open and honest conversation. Where my opinions counted just as heavily as yours.", I said visibly upset.
"He has a point there.", said Dave. "I also often had to do things secretly, because I already knew in advance that you would react negatively. And that Dildo, Dad, is my toy. Just because I like to use it in my sex games.", he said. "You live under our roof, so you do what we say!", our mother replied angrily. "That's right, and we love you very much. But it's about time you let us live. And please don't tell us how to do that.", I replied with all due respect.
"From now on you will see me in different clothes. That is my choice. From now on you will see that I am seeing other friends. That is my choice. From now on you will see that I am going out with my friends on my moped, or go to an internship place for school on it. From now on I will look for a part-time job, because I have to pay for all of this myself. And there will be more things that I am going to change! Not to annoy you, but because I want to, and need to, live my own life. ", I said highly irritable.
"I have invited my new friends from fitness over for Thursdays party, and I have quit Judo. From now on I will go to Doctor Jonathan instead of your doctor. And from now on I want to make my own choices! But I still love the two of you very much. And I will always remain your son. Even though you are not happy with me or my new choices!", I said and walked off the table. I walked outside and they looked at me through the window. And I picked up my Cowboy Boots and Dave's Leather Motor Jacket from the trash can. And I heard outside how Dave exploded in a rage. He ran to me and took the dirty Jacket from me. Walked with it to the dining room and screamed everything together that was fast and lose. He was furious. In the kitchen I pulled him upstairs. And we went to his bedroom.
A few hours later there was a knock at the door. We looked at each other and said nothing. "May I talk to you guys?", our father asked. "Come in, Dad.", Dave replied. "I have discussed it with your mother. And we want to apologize. We were completely wrong. Sorry, boys. On behalf of your mother as well. Of course, we respect your choices and privacy.", he said, deeply embarrassed. And gave me the condoms back and Dave his dildo. Dave thanked him, and accepted his apology.
My father was looking at me now. "Dad, is it really bad if I go and sleep on that answer for a while?", I asked, still angry and disappointed. "Why boy?", he asked sincerely. "Because I still can't estimate how you would react if I, for example, come to the conclusion that I would be gay, straight or even bisexual. I NEVER want to experience something like this afternoon anymore! That's why I can't accept your apology right now.", I said with a trembling voice. "Robert has a damned good point there too, Dad!", said Dave. "I have a boyfriend. And yes, we also have sex with each other. But I'm still your son.", he said without emotion. "And, if Mom wants to apologize, I think she should have been here, don't you think so Dad?", he said, disappointed and relieved that he had now more or less come out of the closet.
Dad kept looking at us for a moment. "Oh... Yeah... You caught me off guard there for a bit, Dave. But that is indeed your choice. As long as you're happy! And you're right, mommy should have been here too, I think. I'll tell her of your choices...", he said. "Dad?", I asked. "Yes Robert?", he answered. "I haven't made a definitive choice for a partner yet. As soon as I know, you will be the first one I tell! So don't make any stupid assumptions. My clothing, my behavior, my hairstyle, my moped... have nothing to do with my sexual preferences!", I said and walked away and slammed my bedroom door behind me.
Late that night I cleaned my boots and cleaned Dave's modern Leather Biker Jacket and put Leather care products on it, while the rest were asleep. I sent Erik-Jan an SMS and soon got the invitation to visit him. That night I talked to him and his parents about the whole incident. It was a relief..., no a revelation..., to hear how frank they could talk about such matters. Actually it should not have surprised me at all because both of them were psychologists. We were able to give everything a place in my mind, and I was invited to stay over for the night. A mattress was placed next to Erik-Jan's bed and I slept on the floor next to him. Relieved and rested from the stress of the day before, I went home after breakfast with Erik-Jan's family.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU COMING FROM!", my mother shouted at me. And my father and Dave came running. "He was with Erik-Jan, he sent you a text message.", said Dave in my defense. I walked in. Took my Leather Biker Jacket from my closet and put on my cowboy boots and grabbed the helmet. "Greetings. If this is how you are going to react every time, than I don't want to be around you anymore!", I yelled and left with an unknown destination on the moped.
In the city center I stopped for a moment at the shop window of the Bicycle store, looking inside. Wesley stopped his motorcycle next to me. "Hey Robby, making an early morning ride too?", he asked. "Well, I fled the house earlier. My parents are home again and they were not happy with the choice for this moped", I said. "Oh, come on in... Then we can talk."
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