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ROBERTS FIRST TIME. HE WAS TURNED ONTO LEATHER BY A BIKER AT THE GYM.
Like every Wednesday afternoon, I spend quite some time at my local sports school. I hated going there, but my parents told me it was for my own good. They taught many classes there, and my parents had enlisted me to take judo lessons. "That will toughen you up, boy!" had my father told me sternly three years ago.
Actually, come to think of it, I really was a bit of a woose back then. And toughening up wasn't all that bad of an idea. It just wasn't working for me. I was A slender, boyish but tall guy. A bit of a nerd. Not a great looker, but certainly not a troll either. And just after the point of discovering his sexual preferences. I was into guys. Well, to be specific, into slightly older tough guys, preferably wearing leather gear. You know the big-brother type. Those tough guys you don't want to make angry in a dark alleyway. Bikers, Rockers, Kinky leather fuckers... that sort. The kind of guy I certainly was not. Let alone that I had the nerf to approach or even talk to one of them. No, I was a ridiculously shy young man. But I so wanted to be like them. I could wank off for hours when I had seen one of my heroes pass me by, in their cool leathers and boots.
My parents were away for a couple of weeks on holiday. I was left at home alone. My own older brother, John, was stationed at his military base on the other side of the country. It was a hot summers day when it all happened. My life was about to flip upside down. Turning me from a wimpy boy into a man.
On my way to the gym, I got overtaken by a young biker stud. He was clad in his cool leather gear. Looking too tough to be allowed. The hunk drove a tough big black motorbike. And I was on my rickety old bicycle. I was already dressed in my judo-pants. Because public changing rooms and I did not go well together either. Seeing him made something stir in my pants, though. That biker looked really hot. Muscular, long shoulder-length hair, a classic leather biker jacket, and tight leather jeans. He had a -don't fuck with me- kind of look in his eyes. But a very odd nice grin on his face when our eyes met. He gave me a friendly wink. It felt like I spet up a little, and he slowed down as we passed. Just so we could look a little longer at each other. His eyes fixed on me in his handlebar mirrors. If anything, his grin broadened even wider. I could clearly see him grab his crotch with one hand when he drove out of sight. No wonder, I thought to myself, my tongue must have been smacking my lips a little too obviously.
Apparently, he was also on his way to the gym. When I placed my bicycle on the bike rack he walked back in my direction. His gym-bag casually over his shoulder. His jacket wide open and the bulge in his leather pants glistening in the sun. Our eyes met again. It was clear he liked what he saw. As was I, because in an instant my dick was at full strength again in those way-to-thin judo-pants.
He was in his mid-twenties I estimated. A lot older than me, but my stiff cock in those thin Judo pants could not hide that he was exciting me. He laughed kindly when he walked past. I felt his eyes prick as he looked me up and down. He had a good view of my outstretched ass because I was slightly bent over to remove my bicycle key.
"Wow,... Hot ass," he sighed under his breath.
I only understood it half, and asked very stupidly, "Sorry, did you say something?".
"I said, Hot weather!... Are you deaf, boy?" he said gruffly, but with a dirty grin.
I had heard from my older brother that these kinds of leather types sometimes wanted to be called Sir by younger boys. So I quickly replied, "No, Sir, it is indeed nice and hot."
He looked a little surprised at that response and smiled at me broadly. "Exactly, Boy!"
"By the way, am I wearing something of yours?" he suddenly asked.
A little startled I told him, "No,... but I wish you were... I do like your leather gear... I just don't think I could pull off that look... And what would others say of it?" My eyes came to rest on his crotch. "FUCK!" I thought to myself in a little fright, "Will you look at that thing!" The biker's cock started to twitch and grow before my eyes. Within seconds the outline of a firm cockhead appeared in his pants.
"Are you here to work out as well?" asked the hunk.
"uhh... Yeah..." I answered him sheepishly. "I have judo classes every Wednesday. My parents want me to toughen up that way... but I don't think it's working... I do wish I was as big and strong as you and dressed in my own leathers." I said, admiring the hunk's clothes and muscular physique. I actually surprised myself. Normally I would never have dared talk to anyone like that. Let alone, a tough leather biker like him.
"Ha!" laughed the biker out loud. "I see what you mean, dude!... And I would not mind training your ass for a bit," he said with an almighty dirty grin on his face.
"Looks like we both are a little excited. I am glad you're into leather too. Let's go inside. You can try on some of my leathers. And maybe we can F..." He stopped talking abruptly.
"How old are you?" he suddenly asked.
Somehow I had the ominous feeling I knew what he was wanting. But the thought of me trying on his leathers turned me on even more. Wishing it would come true.
"Old enough... To not get you into trouble." I whispered a little hotly. And I was going to let him do to me whatever he wanted.
He winked, fully understanding he had won me over. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he said, "Cool, ready for some toughening-up-lessons than?... I think I know what you need... Are you ready for a long and hard lesson, boy?" He looked a little overpowering at me. Like he meant business. Even looking a little meanly at me.
"Uhh,... what do you mean? How hard?" I asked a little too scared.
The biker stud laughed even harder now. "About 10 inches... But not to worry, your not my first. I'll take it slow... And I know just the spot where we won't be disturbed."
I gulped and said chokingly, "Okay then... but just remember I don't like pain much! Not at all, actually." Answering him, still a little worried. Did I really just consented to have sex with an older leather-wearing biker in my local sports-school? I could not believe it was actually about to happen. Shirking the thought off as silly wishful thinking. This wasn't real! It was never going to happen! I was here for my judo-classes, nothing else!
The biker saw me doubt myself. He got a mean grin on his face. I could see him think about all kinds of dark dirty thoughts. As if he had read my mind, thinking, "Hell... yeah, boy! I am so gonna fuck that bubble-butt of yours. Just you wait and see. I'll make a man out of you yet!"
As if the previous horny conversation with the stranger did not have happened, he changed tack. His rugged demeanor lightened up considerably. Smiling at me very friendly again.
"Sorry, I have not introduced myself. Have I?... Hello, I am Tom... What's your name, dude?" asked the biker all of a sudden very gently.
"Oh, uhh... Hi, Tom... I'm Robert." I answered with a laugh.
"Shall we go inside and work out a little?" Tom asked. Without waiting for an answer, he squeezed my shoulder a little harder and pushed me into the gym's reception. We both registered for our lessons. He was there to do some bodybuilding work and me for my double judo lesson.
We walked into the communal dressing room. I Shyly looked around to see who else was in the dressing room. Only one other guy, called Jeff, from my judo class, was getting into his gear. I did not like him much. He was a rowdy geezer with a foul mouth. Jeff watched the leather-clad stud take off his biker jacket and his boots, with the same interest as I was. Tom really was a tough mother-fucker. Tattoed all over his right arm and chest.
Tom wriggled out of his tight leather jeans. His ass pointing proudly at me. He wore a black jockstrap with the words PUMP! on the strap over his smooth buttocks. From the other side of Tom, my butch classmate suddenly asked bold-as-brass, "Hey!, what you got hidden in that jockstrap of yours! I bet its just a pair of rolled-up socks!" The question already embarrassed Jeff himself before he had uttered it completely.
"Sexually frustrated much, Jeff? Go and act your age, man!" I snapped angrily at the asshole.
Tom looked at that geezer too and said dead calm, but a little too angry, "What do you think? A big fat cock! Do you want to feel it shooting a thick hot sticky load up your butt, boy? Just come here and take it! Fucking dirty Bitch!" grunted Tom gruffly. Pulling the rock hard, thickly veined, and throbbing monster out. Pointing the glistening thing straight at Jeff's frightened face.
I looked up in the direction of Tom and my classmate. Tom's reaction had been so harsh and snappy that I thought he would nail the geezer up against the wall right then and there. Jeff must have had the same frightful thought. He clearly had not anticipated this reaction of Tom. The geezer gulped, muttered an apology, and something nasty about not being gay. Jeff quickly left the changing room with trembling knees and a gigantic red face.
Tom laughed out loud. When he looked over his shoulder at me, he caught me staring at his hairless asshole. It seemed the hole winked at me. But I guess that it was just because Tom was bending over to put on his black leather gym shorts and sports shoes. I pulled out my judo-coat and made to put it on.
All of a sudden, Tom stood toe to toe at me. He roughly pushed the coat off my shoulders and grabbed his biker jacket off the coat hook.
"Here, put this on instead, Robert. I need to see how you look in this." Tom swung the thick black leather jacket around me and helped to put it on. I gave a shudder in delight. Moaning a little. Caressing the leather admiringly. My nose took in the heavy scent. Straightening up my shoulders, taking the weight. This was the first time I wore a leather jacket. A leather anything. And I was hooked. I swore then and there that I would need to get me one of them for myself. Tom observed my reaction very closely. He was pleased with the look.
"Will you look at that!... Now that's a transformation if ever I saw one!... Hot stuff... Why would you ever think you can't pull off a leather-look like this!... Robert, this was made for you!" Tom whispered enthusiastically. He flipped the collar up in my neck. Making me feel even tougher. "Granted, this is not your size. But fuck, boy! You look really cool, man!... How does this make you feel, stud?"
"I feel... well... uhh... Hard..." I said very embarrassedly. Looking shyly down at my own crotch.
I was indeed rock hard. There was already a little wet spot of pre-cum oozing through my pants. Tom saw it. He groped my bulge gently. Stroked a finger over the spot a few times and lifting it to his nose. He sniffed and tasted it lustfully. Bending ever so slightly forward, grabbing my face with both his strong hands, Tom planted a sloppy wet kiss on my lips.
"Dude,... you're much tougher than the other bitch, Robert... At least you know what you like... And with a little more experience and a cool wardrobe, the boys and girls won't be able to withstand you!... And I think I can help you discover more if you want." muttered Tom hornily before tongue kissing me for minutes more. Letting his hands lustfully wander over my ass, cock, and leather-clad torso. I moaned a little as we kissed passionately. Tom liked that, and he pressed his muscular body to mine. Tom ground his cock against me. Holding me in a real tight embrace. Slobbering his tongue deep into my mouth.
I had kissed other guys before. I had even sucked off a few as well. And got sort of buttfucked by a cousin. Well, more like being dry-humped naked. But this was... different... Much rougher... A lot nicer... hornier... And much more intense.
All of a sudden, I felt very self-conscious again. I was standing in a communal dressing room, kissing a guy wearing his kinky black leather biker jacket.
"Damn... not here, Tom!... Please, anyone can walk in on us... I am not ready for that!" I said flustered. And made to take off his leather jacket.
Tom stopped me. "Leave that on, stud! And go look at yourself in the mirror over there!" Tom's voice had changed. This sounded more like an order than a request. And I could do nothing else but obey. Tom had twirled me around, put both his hands on my leather-clad shoulders, and pushed me clear across the dressing room. We ended up in front of the full-length mirror. I saw two tough guys standing there. It took me a few seconds to realize that one of them was me. Tom had taken off my glasses and rumpled my, otherways sleek hair, into a cool spiky hair-do. And the classic leather biker jacket indeed had done something for me that I could not have dared to dream about. I stroked the leather once more.
When one of my hands reached my side it bumped against Tom's stiff dick. Tom grabbed it immediately and cupped it over his bulge. Stroking it up and down over his cock in the leather gym-shorts. I felt the heat rising off it. Tom's big cock was getting hard again. The next moment, Tom had grabbed my wrist and roughly stuffed my hand down the front of his shorts and jockstrap.
"Stroke it, boy!" ordered Tom. I got a firm grip on the shaft with my thumb over the cockhead, and started to jerk Tom off. Using my thumb to spread the pre-cum over the head. Watching Tom and me in the mirror. Tom had closed his eye's in delight and started to moan dirty.
"Fuck, boy!... You're actually doing it!... I didn't think you would be up for this... I like it... Keep going... Stroke my fat cock... Get it nice and hard for your lesson!... Faster boy... Faster!... Keep this up, and you'll get butt-fucked before long!"
Those words gave me a fright. I wasn't ready for that! Not at all! And Tom had not been exaggerating. He was at least 10 inches, if not more. So I pulled out.
"What's wrong... Why did you stop?" asked Tom bewildered and a little disappointed.
"Man, you're way too big for me, Tom!... And everyone can see us here anyway!"
Tom stepped away from me for a moment. He grabbed his gym-bag and guided me roughly through a door next to the mirror. It was a hallway with a stair to the basement where the buildings heater and some other gear stood. On the floor lay a dirty old mattress. Up against the wall stood a wooden frame with hooks and handcuffs. There also was some sort of bench with a leather cushion. It looked something like a sawhorse. I had never seen these before.
Tom stood on the mattress with his legs spread apart a little. He pointed to a spot between his legs as he looked sternly at me. And I hesitantly walked over to him. "Get on your knees, boy... Lick my leather shorts!" he said with a dirty grin. Not that I would have resisted, but he pushed me down hard and pressed my face to his crotch.
"That's right, boy! Just let it happen... We are going to have some fun... And who knows... If you really do your best, I may have a surprise or two for you afterward."
I slobbered his shaft up and down. The leather shorts glistened in no time flat. And Tom groaned so loudly I thought he was about to cream his shorts. I took it to signal he wanted more. Pulled down the shorts and jockstrap in one go, and the rock-hard dick hit me in the face. I swallowed it down even before Tom could react. When he did, it was just to grab the back of my head and a fast thrust forward with his hips.
"Fuck, stud!... You're a fast learner!... I must say, I do like what I see... A leather-clad boy on my dick!... Hmmm... that's it... nice and deep..." muttered Tom, as his hand grabbed the leather collar of the jacket and he face-fucked my mouth. Tom pulled out just before I started to gag and sputter. Then thrust his cock back in, face-fucking me some more. He repeated that a couple of times. Before grunting very loudly again. I stuck my tongue out and licked it around the back of the cockhead. Making Tom shoot a small load right into my open mouth. It tasted... odd... But I decided to swallow it anyway. Taking the tender, throbbing member back in and sucking the remainder off Tom's spunk out.
Without a doubt, this was the dirtiest thing I had ever done until then. But I fucking loved it! Tom dropped to his knees and kissed me. Pushing me on my back on the dirty mattress. "Ready for your second lesson, boy?" smiled Tom a little dirtier.
"Hell no!... Not with that big dick of yours!" I answered resolutely.
Tom pulled off my judo-pants and pushed my legs apart anyway. "Tom, NO!... No way, man... that ain't going to fit!" Tom had actually scared the shit out of me. I feared his 10-inch cock would surely do some damage in my virgin asshole.
But what Tom did next was a marvelous feeling. He buried his stubbled face between my ass-cheeks and rimmed my hole. The tongue sent me into ecstasy within seconds. I relaxed my sphincter to let him in deeper. And deeper it went. Twirling his tongue around the backdoor. Even pressing it in a little. Spitting now and then against my hole. Lubing it up good. Sticking first one wet finger in there and stroking my dick with the other hand. Closely looking for my reactions. Groping in his gym-bag he pulled out a bottle. Smeared some gel on two fingers as he slicked my hole up with them. Stuffing first 2 and later 3 fingers deep inside. Finger fucking me rudely, massaging my prostate firmly. After a while, my asshole actually became a little numb.
Tom was pleased I was able to take it after all. But also a little surprised.
"Fuck boy... you're really tight... I am going to split you wide open though... Your virgin ass will be gaping before long..." grunted Tom with a mad look in his eyes, as he lubed up his cock.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
I did not answer right away. I was scared and wondered how much this was going to hurt. Before I could answer, Tom said really meanly, "I don't care anyway, bitch!... You're going to get fucked... No way back now!... And If you scream, I am just going to fuck you harder!... No one can hear you down here!... Just give me that hole, boy!... Lesson number two, Taking a man's dick up your bitch-ass!"
Tom swiftly lubed up his dick and pressed it against my backdoor. I screamed as he pushed the cockhead a little way inside. The girth of his monster cock stretched my sphincter open. He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders. Placing one hand over my mouth and pinned my chest to the mattress with the other. He bent forward over me. Looking me straight in the eye.
"I am going to fuck you now!... Just relax, ... and let me in... The more you struggle, the more it's going to hurt... And I don't care, bitch... Just take it!... You're here to please me!... You dirty little fuck-toy!"
Tom grabbed my neck as he pushed in. With a slight plop, he was past the tender spot. I let out a big sigh of relief, and Tom stuffed all of his 10 inches into my ass in one very slow, but relentless thrust forward. Where he let it rest for quite some time. Tom was 10-inches long, but thankfully not to thick. Staring me down.
"Shit, Tom... You're so big!... I can feel you so deep in me!... I like it, Sir... But go slow... Please... Let me get used to that monster!" I moaned in a painful surprise. I detected the same surprised look on Tom's face. He dropped the dominating demeanor for a split second.
"Wow, Rob... You're taking it well... I normally don't fuck younger guys. For fear of ripping them up... But you look so fucking cool in that leather jacket, I had to have you!" grunted Tom hotly in my ear.
"Well, go slow on my ass... You're my first, Tom!" I breathed back hotly.
With that, Tom started to grind his hips slowly up and down. He pulled out a couple of times. Sliding his cock back in a little rougher every time.
"Tom, Please,... Go slow... You're hurting me!" I said frightened after a while.
"Fucking hell,... No way, bitch... I won't... Stop your whining... Rob... And take it!... You're my bitch... I do what I want with you... You just need to learn to take it, boy!... I am going to breed that bubble butt of yours..." grunted Tom meanly. But underneath that stern dominating Alpha male role he was playing, I could still see that odd friendly smile on his face. It relaxed me enough to actually start to enjoy myself. Playing with my own cock. Stroking Tom. Even grabbing his ass and push me onto the monster dick. The relentless thursts along my prostate made me lose myself. By the time Tom slammed me so fucking hard that I moaned to my lover I was about to cum, he suddenly stopped. Apparently, that moan had pulled Tom back to reality. Tom pulled out with a plop and got up. Leaving me laying bewildered on the mattress, holding my legs in the air.
"Get up, bitch!... Time for your third lesson, boy!... Following orders from your Master." he laughed meanly. Now fully into his Alpha boss-mode. He pulled me gruffly upright and laid me bent over the bench.
"I am going to tie you down, bitch... You're mine... I will rip your hole in two..." he said so dangerously that I actually tried to struggle and get away from Toms rowdy onslaught.
"What are you doing?... Let me go... I don't like this, Tom... Please." I pleaded with him. I just wanted him to fuck me and get it over with. And Tom had noticed that too. He just meanly laughed.
"You are going to do as your told, Bitch!... And you're going to like it!... You hear?" said Tom bending over and thrusting a rough thumb in my asshole. Painfully grabbing my cock and balls around the base with the rest of his fingers.
I was no match for Tom. He had pinned me down on my stomach over the bench with my ass exposed. Proceeding to swiftly tie my legs and arms to the bench with some leather cuffs. Tom had clearly done this before. Laughing meanly, he smacked my ass. Spanking it until it felt burning hot.
After a while, he grabbed a kind of whip out his gym-bag. Beating the living daylight out of me. But oddly enough the pain was bearable. He ordered me to count them out.
"1... 2... 3..." I cried in pleasure. Suddenly I realized why the pain was bearable. He was hitting my back, but I was still wearing his thick leather biker jacket. The pain was much more intense when he started to whip my bubble-butt. I was actually crying a little now. Wanting to get out of the situation. I struggled against my restraints but quickly gave it up as a bad job. "That's it... Just relax... You're all tied up and got nowhere to go!... You're my fuck toy now!" After I had counted, "18... 19... 20..." Tom walked to my face and pulled it up by a fist full of hair.
"Suck me... Bitch... Make me hard... Make it nice and wet... Or I am going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk upright for a week!" said Tom threateningly. Making me gag on that long cock of his. Continuing the whipping, beating, and face-slapping without any remorse. When I had managed to sufficiently lube his dick he walked around the bench. Where he rammed his monster cock back in my ass in one go. Thankfully he had also put some more numbing lube on his cock. I still squealed like a little pig, though. But more in pleasure than pain. He spanked my bubble butt as he harshly fucked me with long deliberate strokes. After a good 15 minutes, Tom announced he was about to cum. His cock became much more aggressive. Slamming his hips against my ass as if he was spanking me some more. Letting his balls hit mine like wildly swinging wrecking balls.
"Arghh... Oh hell... Tom... You're so fucking big... Shit man!... Oh... God Damn... Tom... Yeah, fuck me!" I squealed and cursed in pleasure. Still annoyed I wasn't able to move.
"Take it Bitch... I am going to breed your hole... Fuck, you're so tight... I am cumming... Ohhh... Uhhh... Awe... Arghh... Take it... Here it comes!... Oh... Arghh... Yeah... Ahhh... hmmm... Ohhh... Fucking hell, Rob!... Take that spunk... Take it deep... Oh... Bitch..." moaned Tom roaring wildly.
We came at the exact same time. My 8-inch dick shot its biggest load ever over the floor. And Tom unloaded, with mean sharp thrusts, very deep inside my asshole. Grunting like a wild boar on steroids. I could feel his hot seed fill me up.
By now, I had hoped he would pull out. The last few minutes had become a little too painful. But Tom did not. He just slowed down a little as he kept pumping the cum in deeper. His thrusts were mean and deliberate. And his breathing heavy and labored. As if he had run a marathon or lifted heavy weights. Only after a good 10 minutes more or so he slowly pulled out. Presenting his cum covered cock to my face. "Clean me up, boy!" he ordered in that same nasty stern tone of voice. I could not do much else but obey again. I was still tied down to the fuck-bench. And Tom had grabbed a hand full of hair again. Pulling my face up. I sucked, licked, and slobbered him clean. Tasting his cum and my ass juices. Tom was extremely satisfied with my work. In no time, he was fully hard again.
We were both very happy we met at the gym that day. Tom now smiled wildly at me again. The entire stern act of master Tom was gone.
Tom untied my arms and my legs and told me to get up.
"All well and good, Sir... But aren't you forgetting something?" I asked naughtily. I kept myself on the bench with my ass in the air.
"What the fuck do you mean, Robert?" asked Tom in surprise.
"uhh... My hole needs cleaning too,... Sir...".
Tom smirked and immediately dropped behind me. Lustfully felching his cum out my asshole. Making the now gaping hole feel real nice again. When he had cleaned my hole and 8-inch cock he helped me up. Pressing my back to his chest. Wrapping his big arms around me. Tom strained around to kiss me tenderly.
"Wow, Robert!... Thanks, stud,... It has been a very long time since I fucked a leather hunk like you this way... Your ass is made for my cock!... I would not mind dressing you up in some more leather... Or fucking the crap out of you some other time... Fuck, Rob... You were really amazing!... I did not think you could handle it... But you actually did!... I am so fucking proud of you, boy!" said Tom still breathing a little heavy.
"Yeah, this really was some workout, Tom... And I do need to get me some more leather... It makes me feel... Cool!... And as far as you fucking me again... That can be arranged, Tom!... I sure could use some more leather training lessons from you." I smirked darkly.
Tom whipped me around, to tongue kiss me again. Rubbing his hands over the back of the leather biker jacket, I was still wearing. Feeling as if he won the jackpot.
"How about we go to my place... I got a few leather clothes with your name on it..." he said hotly. "Maybe we can hang out some more if you don't have to go straight home?"
"I don't,... My parents and brother are away for a couple of weeks... I'd like to do some revisions on these lessons... See if I learned my stuff right..." I smirked rubbing Tom's dick. "But I do need a shower first!... I feel dirty!"
We put on some pants, following Tom back up the stairs to the dressing room. The classes had already finished. We were the last two to get showered and dressed again. Outside Tom turned to me and handed me his helmet. "You can pick up your bicycle later. Come take a ride with me!" said Tom resolutely. I crawled on the back of his bike. Still wearing Tom's jacket. Holding on for dear life as we raced to his apartment complex on the seedy side of town. He rode his bike into the parking garage. All the way to the bottom floor. We saw five skinheads behind some dumpsters using and abusing a skinny punk-rocker. We stopped, watching the fuckers taking the punk extremely roughly. Tom's cock was hard again and one of his fingers had found its way into my asshole again. Clearly, Tom wasn't done with me yet. The skinheads did not mind Tom and me watching them. Fuck, they even suggested we'd join in the festivities. The punk was relieved that Tom guided me away to the elevator after a while, though.
In the elevator, Tom pressed me to my knees again. Still fucking horny from the brutal scene we just watched. Making me lick his boots and leather jeans. As if Tom mend to dominate me again. An elderly woman had stopped the elevator and caught me sucking off Tom in public. She screamed. Tom yelled at her, "What the fuck are you looking at slag!" Since the woman just stood there ogling us. I did not fucking care much anymore. His dick just tasted way to nice for me to stop. If anything, I just started making more obscene slobbering noises. And Tom roughly started to throat fuck me. He just mocked her. Glaring meanly at the woman. Then looking down at his boy. Finally, she ran away in disgust. Tom looked down at me on his cock and smiled meanly. I looked up at him and said, "I just do like me a leather-clad dick, Sir!... Damned if I care who sees it!" Swallowing Tom's half stiff member right down my throat.
The doors of the elevator closed again when Tom pressed my face very roughly down over the long meat. Holding me down all the way to his floor, before allowing me to come up for air again. Tom was rough, and even a little mean, like that. But I liked that in him. I still had lots to learn. And the afternoon wasn't over yet.
Tom walked across the landing of his floor, with his dick hanging out of his leather jeans. Letting it lustfully swing in the breeze. His arm closed tightly around my waste. I was glad no one saw us. Tom unlocked the door and pressed me over the threshold. Judging by the rundown, graffitied look of the apartment building, and Tom's rowdy nature, I feared the worst for the inside of Tom's flat. But it was surprisingly well kept and roomie. I hung Tom's leather biker jacket on the coat hook in the hallway. It had several other leather and denim jackets. On top of the hat-rack lay a well used and battered baseball bat. And on one of the hooks hung metal handcuffs and a long wooden trunion. I also saw a leather collar with a thick metal dog chain. Tom saw me cast a worried look at the gear.
"Not to worry, Rob... That's only for unwanted guests and bitches that don't do as they are told..." grinned Tom.
"Do you get many of those up here?" I asked.
"Not nearly enough... And certainly none as hot as you!" smirked Tom back, "But I do like to assault me some asshole if I get the chance!"
"Ha... Yeah... I've noticed that... Those skinheads in the parking garage, friends of yours?" I asked.
"Hell no! ... Those bastards hang out there a lot. They lure their victims there because no one parks there. They fuck anything with a heartbeat." said Tom with a disgusted look on his face.
Tom pushed me in front of him into the open-plan living. Offering me a seat on one of the black leather couches. And walked into the kitchen to grab a couple of drinks. When he came back, Tom jumped right over the bench and seated himself very close next to me. Handing me one of the glasses. "You've deserved this... I was really amazed you looked so cool in leather." said Tom as he gave me a peck on the cheek. "Now... You just look around a little, while I get you something else you really deserve."
I quickly, but longingly, looked at his bulge.
"Not yet!... You dirty little fuck toy!... We can play some more later if you want..." smiled Tom dirty at me.
Tom walked away laughing. Letting me take in the surroundings. The sleek modern black leather and white painted furniture look of his flat was all around. Punctuated with some chrome elements. At first sight, you would not know that a dirty leather fucker lived here at all. But the more I looked, the more I discovered very subtle hints that a proud gay leather man lived here. Tom really went all the way for leather. That much was clear.
"Hé Tom?... When did you discover that you're into leather?" I called to Tom. Who had gone into one of the bedrooms.
"Oh... that's a long story... And it has everything to do with this..." said Tom when he came back. Handing me a leather biker jacket, stone-washed button jeans with a torn ass, and a pair of leather chaps.
"Strip off and put those on, boy... If they fit you, Robert, then those are yours now!" commanded Tom.
I had to do a double-take. Looking at the leathers and back at Tom. Within seconds my t-shirt, judo-pants, underwear, and socks lay in a pile on the floor. I put on the ripped light blue jeans and the leather biker jacket. They fit like a glove. Tom had grabbed the chaps and put them on me. Adjusting the laces at the back and zipping both pant-legs closed on the inside of my legs. I felt cocooned by the chaps. Tom made me do a few squats to see if they were not too tight. But they also fit wonderfully well.
"That was my first leather outfit," gasped Tom proudly.
"Boy, Robert, did I feel cool wearing them. Strutting my stuff around school. Tearing up asses left, right, and center. Anyone with a hole and a heartbeat was good enough for me and my friends. I was in a scooter-gang when I went to the technical middle school. Boy, did we have fun back then! Terrorizing the nerds. Turning them into regular fuck-toys. I realized then it was not so much the leather-look. But the feeling of power it gave me." sighed Tom.
I sat there flabbergasted. Not believing that I had just become the owner of my first cool set of leather-gear. I swung an arm around Tom's neck, pulled him close, and thanked him with a hot and sloppy wet kiss.
"Want to see some pictures from me and my gang?" asked Tom. He pulled out his phone and started to stream the pictures and video's to his big-screen TV. The images were nearly life-size. First, he showed me some innocent picks of his gang members. But they turned into full-blown porn within moments. Showing me the lads with their dicks standing proud. Dressed in leather and jeans. Tom was a very good looking stud back then too. He also showed me some of his fuck-toys. One young boy in particular. Maybe a few years younger then I was now. Tom and his mates must have been a few classes above him. But they used and abused him in much the same way the skinheads had the punk in the parking garage. Tom showed a dirty movie of one of their escapades in the boys' room at school. The 5 of them posed for a homemade porn movie. Beating up the victim. Ripping his clothes off. Whipping him raw with the baseball bat I recognized from the hallway. And putting the dog leash on him. Tom had his gangbangers hold the boy bent over, grabbed his monster cock, and slammed it raw inside. The boy squealed like a little girl. The others quickly filled the hands and throat of the boy. Tom did his power move on the boy's asshole. Breeding him hard and fast. All the others, clad in their leathers, took turns on the victim. Not taking it any more gentile then Tom had done. The boy's face was always covered by some cock in his mouth. So I did not get a very good look at him. But when I saw a close up of his cock being milked while his ass got gaped open I made a horrible realization.
I knew that guy! The boy being manhandled by that gang was awfully familiar to me. The birthmark above his pubes... The mole on his cockshaft... I had seen them before!
"Come on,... It wasn't all that bad, Robert!" gasped Tom. Watching me flinch at the porn movie. "I actually dated the boy a few years, and he was used to this by then."
Tom grabbed my hand and pulled me after him to his bedroom. Proudly showing me a large full-color picture that showed the 5 of them and the familiar boy in all its glory. The gang with their cocks out their leather biker gear. And the boy smiling with a dirty grin, covered in multiple loads of cum.
"Look, there is Johnny!..." exclaimed an excited Tom to me. Pointing with some pride to the picture. "He loved this kind of shit!... So what is your issue?"
I looked wide-eyed at Tom. Feeling a little sick, I said with restrained rage in my voice, "Well,... the 'issue'... dear Tom... I know that boy!... And you're in deep shit now..."
"Firstly, he was to young in that movie!... Secondly, he did not like it at all... And thirdly, he's my older brother!" I said choked.
John had, a few years back, confided in me. He had told me these stories about him when we were younger. Right after I was made to take the judo-lessons by my parents. I had been very angry with them about it. But John had told me the reason why I needed to toughen up. So I would not end up like some guys fuck-toy, as he had been at school.
I got really angry with Tom. Pulling a judo move on him. Slamming the twice as muscular man over my shoulder onto the kingsized leather-covered bed. Pinning him down in a choke-hold, and beating the crap out of him. Tom did try to resist me, but somehow he could not shake me off. My hand had pulled off the handcuff's from one of the shoulder straps on the leather jacket. Fastening them around his wrists behind Tom's back. Rendering him near enough immobile. I managed to undo his belt and jerk off the leather pants. It was my turn to do the terrorizing. I unbuttoned my fly in one swift move and slammed my angry dick raw up Tom's butt. Brutally fucking him like an energizer bunny. It was Tom's turn to squeal like a little pig. My hands closed tight around his throat. Chocking him as my dick nailed him good.
And 'good' was the operative word here. Man, it felt so nice. My rock hard 8-inches leather-clad cock deep inside a hot ass. Pounding the crap out of it. Shooting a big sticky load inside. I felt powerful. For the first time in my life, I felt in full control. A fist full of hair in one hand, A whip in the other. And a cum-filled, hot ass on my dick. I railed his cunt for a very long time.
Tom was right about one thing. It's not the clothes you wear. It's the attitude that comes with it that counts.
After three-quarters of an hour, I was spent. I had taken enough revenge out of Tom's butt. I got up and kneeled over his head. Put it gruffly on my cock and said, "Clean me Bitch!" In the most butch voice, I could muster. Not taking no for an answer, I pulled Toms face up by his hair and plunged him over my dick. Making him slobber me clean.
I left him laying on his bed. His hand still locked behind him. Put on a neat pair of leather pants over the chaps and torn jeans. Pulled on some metal-tipped cowboy boots and grabbed my judo-gear from the living room on the way out. Tom did not even protest. He just lay there, grinning from ear to ear as I slammed the door shut behind me.
It was already dark when I got back to the sports-school to pick up my bicycle. Luckily I knew a shortcut across the train-tracks from Tom's Apartment building. Once I got home I noticed John's duffle-bag in the kitchen. He had left me a note. "See you soon. Going to pick up some Chinese for us." it read.
I went up to his room and grabbed some of his hair gel. Spiking up my hair even more in the bathroom. Taking a long and hard look at the outfit I was wearing. I took off the leather jeans and removed the stonewashed jeans from under the chaps. Putting the boots back on I walked back to John's bedroom.
"Hey, Robert... Are you home yet?" yelled John from the kitchen.
"Upstairs John,... Got a surprise for you!" I called back. I had sat on my hands and knees on John's bed. My ass pointing at the door. Dressed in nothing but a leather biker jacket and a pair of chaps.
"Holy Fuck!" exclaimed John once he walked in.
"Yes,... please... Fuck my hole, bro... take me... nail me now, Johnny!... I met an old 'friend' of yours today... He taught me a thing or two... And I actually liked it... I liked it a lot!... Fuck me, John." I said as I looked over my shoulder at John's reaction. John unzipped his army pants as he grinned dirty at my gaping asshole.
"Lube?" he asked.
"No need," I answered, "I've got ripped open by Tom today... But I want more!"
Without wasting any time, John stuffed my cunt with his thick 9-inches. Pounding the living daylights out of me. Filling my ass and throat with several pent-up loads. Before flipping me on my back and riding my leather-dick raw like a cowboy.
We took all night to get to know each other in a way we had not thought possible. The next day John, I, and a large group of his army mates paid Tom a little visit. We had a wild party at Tom's expense. Leaving him well fucked and tight-up behind the dumpster for his skinhead mates. And although I was the youngest of the army gang, I lead the charge from that day forward. Clad in some leather, combined with pieces of denim or camo gear. Looking and feeling too cool to be allowed. Demanding and getting respect. Not for the clothes I wore, but for the change in attitude. Fucking the crap out of Tom, every Wednesday afternoon. And letting my gang do me the rest of the week.
< The END >
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Like every Wednesday afternoon, I spend quite some time at my local sports school. I hated going there, but my parents told me it was for my own good. They taught many classes there, and my parents had enlisted me to take judo lessons. "That will toughen you up, boy!" had my father told me sternly three years ago.
Actually, come to think of it, I really was a bit of a woose back then. And toughening up wasn't all that bad of an idea. It just wasn't working for me. I was A slender, boyish but tall guy. A bit of a nerd. Not a great looker, but certainly not a troll either. And just after the point of discovering his sexual preferences. I was into guys. Well, to be specific, into slightly older tough guys, preferably wearing leather gear. You know the big-brother type. Those tough guys you don't want to make angry in a dark alleyway. Bikers, Rockers, Kinky leather fuckers... that sort. The kind of guy I certainly was not. Let alone that I had the nerf to approach or even talk to one of them. No, I was a ridiculously shy young man. But I so wanted to be like them. I could wank off for hours when I had seen one of my heroes pass me by, in their cool leathers and boots.
My parents were away for a couple of weeks on holiday. I was left at home alone. My own older brother, John, was stationed at his military base on the other side of the country. It was a hot summers day when it all happened. My life was about to flip upside down. Turning me from a wimpy boy into a man.
On my way to the gym, I got overtaken by a young biker stud. He was clad in his cool leather gear. Looking too tough to be allowed. The hunk drove a tough big black motorbike. And I was on my rickety old bicycle. I was already dressed in my judo-pants. Because public changing rooms and I did not go well together either. Seeing him made something stir in my pants, though. That biker looked really hot. Muscular, long shoulder-length hair, a classic leather biker jacket, and tight leather jeans. He had a -don't fuck with me- kind of look in his eyes. But a very odd nice grin on his face when our eyes met. He gave me a friendly wink. It felt like I spet up a little, and he slowed down as we passed. Just so we could look a little longer at each other. His eyes fixed on me in his handlebar mirrors. If anything, his grin broadened even wider. I could clearly see him grab his crotch with one hand when he drove out of sight. No wonder, I thought to myself, my tongue must have been smacking my lips a little too obviously.
Apparently, he was also on his way to the gym. When I placed my bicycle on the bike rack he walked back in my direction. His gym-bag casually over his shoulder. His jacket wide open and the bulge in his leather pants glistening in the sun. Our eyes met again. It was clear he liked what he saw. As was I, because in an instant my dick was at full strength again in those way-to-thin judo-pants.
He was in his mid-twenties I estimated. A lot older than me, but my stiff cock in those thin Judo pants could not hide that he was exciting me. He laughed kindly when he walked past. I felt his eyes prick as he looked me up and down. He had a good view of my outstretched ass because I was slightly bent over to remove my bicycle key.
"Wow,... Hot ass," he sighed under his breath.
I only understood it half, and asked very stupidly, "Sorry, did you say something?".
"I said, Hot weather!... Are you deaf, boy?" he said gruffly, but with a dirty grin.
I had heard from my older brother that these kinds of leather types sometimes wanted to be called Sir by younger boys. So I quickly replied, "No, Sir, it is indeed nice and hot."
He looked a little surprised at that response and smiled at me broadly. "Exactly, Boy!"
"By the way, am I wearing something of yours?" he suddenly asked.
A little startled I told him, "No,... but I wish you were... I do like your leather gear... I just don't think I could pull off that look... And what would others say of it?" My eyes came to rest on his crotch. "FUCK!" I thought to myself in a little fright, "Will you look at that thing!" The biker's cock started to twitch and grow before my eyes. Within seconds the outline of a firm cockhead appeared in his pants.
"Are you here to work out as well?" asked the hunk.
"uhh... Yeah..." I answered him sheepishly. "I have judo classes every Wednesday. My parents want me to toughen up that way... but I don't think it's working... I do wish I was as big and strong as you and dressed in my own leathers." I said, admiring the hunk's clothes and muscular physique. I actually surprised myself. Normally I would never have dared talk to anyone like that. Let alone, a tough leather biker like him.
"Ha!" laughed the biker out loud. "I see what you mean, dude!... And I would not mind training your ass for a bit," he said with an almighty dirty grin on his face.
"Looks like we both are a little excited. I am glad you're into leather too. Let's go inside. You can try on some of my leathers. And maybe we can F..." He stopped talking abruptly.
"How old are you?" he suddenly asked.
Somehow I had the ominous feeling I knew what he was wanting. But the thought of me trying on his leathers turned me on even more. Wishing it would come true.
"Old enough... To not get you into trouble." I whispered a little hotly. And I was going to let him do to me whatever he wanted.
He winked, fully understanding he had won me over. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he said, "Cool, ready for some toughening-up-lessons than?... I think I know what you need... Are you ready for a long and hard lesson, boy?" He looked a little overpowering at me. Like he meant business. Even looking a little meanly at me.
"Uhh,... what do you mean? How hard?" I asked a little too scared.
The biker stud laughed even harder now. "About 10 inches... But not to worry, your not my first. I'll take it slow... And I know just the spot where we won't be disturbed."
I gulped and said chokingly, "Okay then... but just remember I don't like pain much! Not at all, actually." Answering him, still a little worried. Did I really just consented to have sex with an older leather-wearing biker in my local sports-school? I could not believe it was actually about to happen. Shirking the thought off as silly wishful thinking. This wasn't real! It was never going to happen! I was here for my judo-classes, nothing else!
The biker saw me doubt myself. He got a mean grin on his face. I could see him think about all kinds of dark dirty thoughts. As if he had read my mind, thinking, "Hell... yeah, boy! I am so gonna fuck that bubble-butt of yours. Just you wait and see. I'll make a man out of you yet!"
As if the previous horny conversation with the stranger did not have happened, he changed tack. His rugged demeanor lightened up considerably. Smiling at me very friendly again.
"Sorry, I have not introduced myself. Have I?... Hello, I am Tom... What's your name, dude?" asked the biker all of a sudden very gently.
"Oh, uhh... Hi, Tom... I'm Robert." I answered with a laugh.
"Shall we go inside and work out a little?" Tom asked. Without waiting for an answer, he squeezed my shoulder a little harder and pushed me into the gym's reception. We both registered for our lessons. He was there to do some bodybuilding work and me for my double judo lesson.
We walked into the communal dressing room. I Shyly looked around to see who else was in the dressing room. Only one other guy, called Jeff, from my judo class, was getting into his gear. I did not like him much. He was a rowdy geezer with a foul mouth. Jeff watched the leather-clad stud take off his biker jacket and his boots, with the same interest as I was. Tom really was a tough mother-fucker. Tattoed all over his right arm and chest.
Tom wriggled out of his tight leather jeans. His ass pointing proudly at me. He wore a black jockstrap with the words PUMP! on the strap over his smooth buttocks. From the other side of Tom, my butch classmate suddenly asked bold-as-brass, "Hey!, what you got hidden in that jockstrap of yours! I bet its just a pair of rolled-up socks!" The question already embarrassed Jeff himself before he had uttered it completely.
"Sexually frustrated much, Jeff? Go and act your age, man!" I snapped angrily at the asshole.
Tom looked at that geezer too and said dead calm, but a little too angry, "What do you think? A big fat cock! Do you want to feel it shooting a thick hot sticky load up your butt, boy? Just come here and take it! Fucking dirty Bitch!" grunted Tom gruffly. Pulling the rock hard, thickly veined, and throbbing monster out. Pointing the glistening thing straight at Jeff's frightened face.
I looked up in the direction of Tom and my classmate. Tom's reaction had been so harsh and snappy that I thought he would nail the geezer up against the wall right then and there. Jeff must have had the same frightful thought. He clearly had not anticipated this reaction of Tom. The geezer gulped, muttered an apology, and something nasty about not being gay. Jeff quickly left the changing room with trembling knees and a gigantic red face.
Tom laughed out loud. When he looked over his shoulder at me, he caught me staring at his hairless asshole. It seemed the hole winked at me. But I guess that it was just because Tom was bending over to put on his black leather gym shorts and sports shoes. I pulled out my judo-coat and made to put it on.
All of a sudden, Tom stood toe to toe at me. He roughly pushed the coat off my shoulders and grabbed his biker jacket off the coat hook.
"Here, put this on instead, Robert. I need to see how you look in this." Tom swung the thick black leather jacket around me and helped to put it on. I gave a shudder in delight. Moaning a little. Caressing the leather admiringly. My nose took in the heavy scent. Straightening up my shoulders, taking the weight. This was the first time I wore a leather jacket. A leather anything. And I was hooked. I swore then and there that I would need to get me one of them for myself. Tom observed my reaction very closely. He was pleased with the look.
"Will you look at that!... Now that's a transformation if ever I saw one!... Hot stuff... Why would you ever think you can't pull off a leather-look like this!... Robert, this was made for you!" Tom whispered enthusiastically. He flipped the collar up in my neck. Making me feel even tougher. "Granted, this is not your size. But fuck, boy! You look really cool, man!... How does this make you feel, stud?"
"I feel... well... uhh... Hard..." I said very embarrassedly. Looking shyly down at my own crotch.
I was indeed rock hard. There was already a little wet spot of pre-cum oozing through my pants. Tom saw it. He groped my bulge gently. Stroked a finger over the spot a few times and lifting it to his nose. He sniffed and tasted it lustfully. Bending ever so slightly forward, grabbing my face with both his strong hands, Tom planted a sloppy wet kiss on my lips.
"Dude,... you're much tougher than the other bitch, Robert... At least you know what you like... And with a little more experience and a cool wardrobe, the boys and girls won't be able to withstand you!... And I think I can help you discover more if you want." muttered Tom hornily before tongue kissing me for minutes more. Letting his hands lustfully wander over my ass, cock, and leather-clad torso. I moaned a little as we kissed passionately. Tom liked that, and he pressed his muscular body to mine. Tom ground his cock against me. Holding me in a real tight embrace. Slobbering his tongue deep into my mouth.
I had kissed other guys before. I had even sucked off a few as well. And got sort of buttfucked by a cousin. Well, more like being dry-humped naked. But this was... different... Much rougher... A lot nicer... hornier... And much more intense.
All of a sudden, I felt very self-conscious again. I was standing in a communal dressing room, kissing a guy wearing his kinky black leather biker jacket.
"Damn... not here, Tom!... Please, anyone can walk in on us... I am not ready for that!" I said flustered. And made to take off his leather jacket.
Tom stopped me. "Leave that on, stud! And go look at yourself in the mirror over there!" Tom's voice had changed. This sounded more like an order than a request. And I could do nothing else but obey. Tom had twirled me around, put both his hands on my leather-clad shoulders, and pushed me clear across the dressing room. We ended up in front of the full-length mirror. I saw two tough guys standing there. It took me a few seconds to realize that one of them was me. Tom had taken off my glasses and rumpled my, otherways sleek hair, into a cool spiky hair-do. And the classic leather biker jacket indeed had done something for me that I could not have dared to dream about. I stroked the leather once more.
When one of my hands reached my side it bumped against Tom's stiff dick. Tom grabbed it immediately and cupped it over his bulge. Stroking it up and down over his cock in the leather gym-shorts. I felt the heat rising off it. Tom's big cock was getting hard again. The next moment, Tom had grabbed my wrist and roughly stuffed my hand down the front of his shorts and jockstrap.
"Stroke it, boy!" ordered Tom. I got a firm grip on the shaft with my thumb over the cockhead, and started to jerk Tom off. Using my thumb to spread the pre-cum over the head. Watching Tom and me in the mirror. Tom had closed his eye's in delight and started to moan dirty.
"Fuck, boy!... You're actually doing it!... I didn't think you would be up for this... I like it... Keep going... Stroke my fat cock... Get it nice and hard for your lesson!... Faster boy... Faster!... Keep this up, and you'll get butt-fucked before long!"
Those words gave me a fright. I wasn't ready for that! Not at all! And Tom had not been exaggerating. He was at least 10 inches, if not more. So I pulled out.
"What's wrong... Why did you stop?" asked Tom bewildered and a little disappointed.
"Man, you're way too big for me, Tom!... And everyone can see us here anyway!"
Tom stepped away from me for a moment. He grabbed his gym-bag and guided me roughly through a door next to the mirror. It was a hallway with a stair to the basement where the buildings heater and some other gear stood. On the floor lay a dirty old mattress. Up against the wall stood a wooden frame with hooks and handcuffs. There also was some sort of bench with a leather cushion. It looked something like a sawhorse. I had never seen these before.
Tom stood on the mattress with his legs spread apart a little. He pointed to a spot between his legs as he looked sternly at me. And I hesitantly walked over to him. "Get on your knees, boy... Lick my leather shorts!" he said with a dirty grin. Not that I would have resisted, but he pushed me down hard and pressed my face to his crotch.
"That's right, boy! Just let it happen... We are going to have some fun... And who knows... If you really do your best, I may have a surprise or two for you afterward."
I slobbered his shaft up and down. The leather shorts glistened in no time flat. And Tom groaned so loudly I thought he was about to cream his shorts. I took it to signal he wanted more. Pulled down the shorts and jockstrap in one go, and the rock-hard dick hit me in the face. I swallowed it down even before Tom could react. When he did, it was just to grab the back of my head and a fast thrust forward with his hips.
"Fuck, stud!... You're a fast learner!... I must say, I do like what I see... A leather-clad boy on my dick!... Hmmm... that's it... nice and deep..." muttered Tom, as his hand grabbed the leather collar of the jacket and he face-fucked my mouth. Tom pulled out just before I started to gag and sputter. Then thrust his cock back in, face-fucking me some more. He repeated that a couple of times. Before grunting very loudly again. I stuck my tongue out and licked it around the back of the cockhead. Making Tom shoot a small load right into my open mouth. It tasted... odd... But I decided to swallow it anyway. Taking the tender, throbbing member back in and sucking the remainder off Tom's spunk out.
Without a doubt, this was the dirtiest thing I had ever done until then. But I fucking loved it! Tom dropped to his knees and kissed me. Pushing me on my back on the dirty mattress. "Ready for your second lesson, boy?" smiled Tom a little dirtier.
"Hell no!... Not with that big dick of yours!" I answered resolutely.
Tom pulled off my judo-pants and pushed my legs apart anyway. "Tom, NO!... No way, man... that ain't going to fit!" Tom had actually scared the shit out of me. I feared his 10-inch cock would surely do some damage in my virgin asshole.
But what Tom did next was a marvelous feeling. He buried his stubbled face between my ass-cheeks and rimmed my hole. The tongue sent me into ecstasy within seconds. I relaxed my sphincter to let him in deeper. And deeper it went. Twirling his tongue around the backdoor. Even pressing it in a little. Spitting now and then against my hole. Lubing it up good. Sticking first one wet finger in there and stroking my dick with the other hand. Closely looking for my reactions. Groping in his gym-bag he pulled out a bottle. Smeared some gel on two fingers as he slicked my hole up with them. Stuffing first 2 and later 3 fingers deep inside. Finger fucking me rudely, massaging my prostate firmly. After a while, my asshole actually became a little numb.
Tom was pleased I was able to take it after all. But also a little surprised.
"Fuck boy... you're really tight... I am going to split you wide open though... Your virgin ass will be gaping before long..." grunted Tom with a mad look in his eyes, as he lubed up his cock.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
I did not answer right away. I was scared and wondered how much this was going to hurt. Before I could answer, Tom said really meanly, "I don't care anyway, bitch!... You're going to get fucked... No way back now!... And If you scream, I am just going to fuck you harder!... No one can hear you down here!... Just give me that hole, boy!... Lesson number two, Taking a man's dick up your bitch-ass!"
Tom swiftly lubed up his dick and pressed it against my backdoor. I screamed as he pushed the cockhead a little way inside. The girth of his monster cock stretched my sphincter open. He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders. Placing one hand over my mouth and pinned my chest to the mattress with the other. He bent forward over me. Looking me straight in the eye.
"I am going to fuck you now!... Just relax, ... and let me in... The more you struggle, the more it's going to hurt... And I don't care, bitch... Just take it!... You're here to please me!... You dirty little fuck-toy!"
Tom grabbed my neck as he pushed in. With a slight plop, he was past the tender spot. I let out a big sigh of relief, and Tom stuffed all of his 10 inches into my ass in one very slow, but relentless thrust forward. Where he let it rest for quite some time. Tom was 10-inches long, but thankfully not to thick. Staring me down.
"Shit, Tom... You're so big!... I can feel you so deep in me!... I like it, Sir... But go slow... Please... Let me get used to that monster!" I moaned in a painful surprise. I detected the same surprised look on Tom's face. He dropped the dominating demeanor for a split second.
"Wow, Rob... You're taking it well... I normally don't fuck younger guys. For fear of ripping them up... But you look so fucking cool in that leather jacket, I had to have you!" grunted Tom hotly in my ear.
"Well, go slow on my ass... You're my first, Tom!" I breathed back hotly.
With that, Tom started to grind his hips slowly up and down. He pulled out a couple of times. Sliding his cock back in a little rougher every time.
"Tom, Please,... Go slow... You're hurting me!" I said frightened after a while.
"Fucking hell,... No way, bitch... I won't... Stop your whining... Rob... And take it!... You're my bitch... I do what I want with you... You just need to learn to take it, boy!... I am going to breed that bubble butt of yours..." grunted Tom meanly. But underneath that stern dominating Alpha male role he was playing, I could still see that odd friendly smile on his face. It relaxed me enough to actually start to enjoy myself. Playing with my own cock. Stroking Tom. Even grabbing his ass and push me onto the monster dick. The relentless thursts along my prostate made me lose myself. By the time Tom slammed me so fucking hard that I moaned to my lover I was about to cum, he suddenly stopped. Apparently, that moan had pulled Tom back to reality. Tom pulled out with a plop and got up. Leaving me laying bewildered on the mattress, holding my legs in the air.
"Get up, bitch!... Time for your third lesson, boy!... Following orders from your Master." he laughed meanly. Now fully into his Alpha boss-mode. He pulled me gruffly upright and laid me bent over the bench.
"I am going to tie you down, bitch... You're mine... I will rip your hole in two..." he said so dangerously that I actually tried to struggle and get away from Toms rowdy onslaught.
"What are you doing?... Let me go... I don't like this, Tom... Please." I pleaded with him. I just wanted him to fuck me and get it over with. And Tom had noticed that too. He just meanly laughed.
"You are going to do as your told, Bitch!... And you're going to like it!... You hear?" said Tom bending over and thrusting a rough thumb in my asshole. Painfully grabbing my cock and balls around the base with the rest of his fingers.
I was no match for Tom. He had pinned me down on my stomach over the bench with my ass exposed. Proceeding to swiftly tie my legs and arms to the bench with some leather cuffs. Tom had clearly done this before. Laughing meanly, he smacked my ass. Spanking it until it felt burning hot.
After a while, he grabbed a kind of whip out his gym-bag. Beating the living daylight out of me. But oddly enough the pain was bearable. He ordered me to count them out.
"1... 2... 3..." I cried in pleasure. Suddenly I realized why the pain was bearable. He was hitting my back, but I was still wearing his thick leather biker jacket. The pain was much more intense when he started to whip my bubble-butt. I was actually crying a little now. Wanting to get out of the situation. I struggled against my restraints but quickly gave it up as a bad job. "That's it... Just relax... You're all tied up and got nowhere to go!... You're my fuck toy now!" After I had counted, "18... 19... 20..." Tom walked to my face and pulled it up by a fist full of hair.
"Suck me... Bitch... Make me hard... Make it nice and wet... Or I am going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk upright for a week!" said Tom threateningly. Making me gag on that long cock of his. Continuing the whipping, beating, and face-slapping without any remorse. When I had managed to sufficiently lube his dick he walked around the bench. Where he rammed his monster cock back in my ass in one go. Thankfully he had also put some more numbing lube on his cock. I still squealed like a little pig, though. But more in pleasure than pain. He spanked my bubble butt as he harshly fucked me with long deliberate strokes. After a good 15 minutes, Tom announced he was about to cum. His cock became much more aggressive. Slamming his hips against my ass as if he was spanking me some more. Letting his balls hit mine like wildly swinging wrecking balls.
"Arghh... Oh hell... Tom... You're so fucking big... Shit man!... Oh... God Damn... Tom... Yeah, fuck me!" I squealed and cursed in pleasure. Still annoyed I wasn't able to move.
"Take it Bitch... I am going to breed your hole... Fuck, you're so tight... I am cumming... Ohhh... Uhhh... Awe... Arghh... Take it... Here it comes!... Oh... Arghh... Yeah... Ahhh... hmmm... Ohhh... Fucking hell, Rob!... Take that spunk... Take it deep... Oh... Bitch..." moaned Tom roaring wildly.
We came at the exact same time. My 8-inch dick shot its biggest load ever over the floor. And Tom unloaded, with mean sharp thrusts, very deep inside my asshole. Grunting like a wild boar on steroids. I could feel his hot seed fill me up.
By now, I had hoped he would pull out. The last few minutes had become a little too painful. But Tom did not. He just slowed down a little as he kept pumping the cum in deeper. His thrusts were mean and deliberate. And his breathing heavy and labored. As if he had run a marathon or lifted heavy weights. Only after a good 10 minutes more or so he slowly pulled out. Presenting his cum covered cock to my face. "Clean me up, boy!" he ordered in that same nasty stern tone of voice. I could not do much else but obey again. I was still tied down to the fuck-bench. And Tom had grabbed a hand full of hair again. Pulling my face up. I sucked, licked, and slobbered him clean. Tasting his cum and my ass juices. Tom was extremely satisfied with my work. In no time, he was fully hard again.
We were both very happy we met at the gym that day. Tom now smiled wildly at me again. The entire stern act of master Tom was gone.
Tom untied my arms and my legs and told me to get up.
"All well and good, Sir... But aren't you forgetting something?" I asked naughtily. I kept myself on the bench with my ass in the air.
"What the fuck do you mean, Robert?" asked Tom in surprise.
"uhh... My hole needs cleaning too,... Sir...".
Tom smirked and immediately dropped behind me. Lustfully felching his cum out my asshole. Making the now gaping hole feel real nice again. When he had cleaned my hole and 8-inch cock he helped me up. Pressing my back to his chest. Wrapping his big arms around me. Tom strained around to kiss me tenderly.
"Wow, Robert!... Thanks, stud,... It has been a very long time since I fucked a leather hunk like you this way... Your ass is made for my cock!... I would not mind dressing you up in some more leather... Or fucking the crap out of you some other time... Fuck, Rob... You were really amazing!... I did not think you could handle it... But you actually did!... I am so fucking proud of you, boy!" said Tom still breathing a little heavy.
"Yeah, this really was some workout, Tom... And I do need to get me some more leather... It makes me feel... Cool!... And as far as you fucking me again... That can be arranged, Tom!... I sure could use some more leather training lessons from you." I smirked darkly.
Tom whipped me around, to tongue kiss me again. Rubbing his hands over the back of the leather biker jacket, I was still wearing. Feeling as if he won the jackpot.
"How about we go to my place... I got a few leather clothes with your name on it..." he said hotly. "Maybe we can hang out some more if you don't have to go straight home?"
"I don't,... My parents and brother are away for a couple of weeks... I'd like to do some revisions on these lessons... See if I learned my stuff right..." I smirked rubbing Tom's dick. "But I do need a shower first!... I feel dirty!"
We put on some pants, following Tom back up the stairs to the dressing room. The classes had already finished. We were the last two to get showered and dressed again. Outside Tom turned to me and handed me his helmet. "You can pick up your bicycle later. Come take a ride with me!" said Tom resolutely. I crawled on the back of his bike. Still wearing Tom's jacket. Holding on for dear life as we raced to his apartment complex on the seedy side of town. He rode his bike into the parking garage. All the way to the bottom floor. We saw five skinheads behind some dumpsters using and abusing a skinny punk-rocker. We stopped, watching the fuckers taking the punk extremely roughly. Tom's cock was hard again and one of his fingers had found its way into my asshole again. Clearly, Tom wasn't done with me yet. The skinheads did not mind Tom and me watching them. Fuck, they even suggested we'd join in the festivities. The punk was relieved that Tom guided me away to the elevator after a while, though.
In the elevator, Tom pressed me to my knees again. Still fucking horny from the brutal scene we just watched. Making me lick his boots and leather jeans. As if Tom mend to dominate me again. An elderly woman had stopped the elevator and caught me sucking off Tom in public. She screamed. Tom yelled at her, "What the fuck are you looking at slag!" Since the woman just stood there ogling us. I did not fucking care much anymore. His dick just tasted way to nice for me to stop. If anything, I just started making more obscene slobbering noises. And Tom roughly started to throat fuck me. He just mocked her. Glaring meanly at the woman. Then looking down at his boy. Finally, she ran away in disgust. Tom looked down at me on his cock and smiled meanly. I looked up at him and said, "I just do like me a leather-clad dick, Sir!... Damned if I care who sees it!" Swallowing Tom's half stiff member right down my throat.
The doors of the elevator closed again when Tom pressed my face very roughly down over the long meat. Holding me down all the way to his floor, before allowing me to come up for air again. Tom was rough, and even a little mean, like that. But I liked that in him. I still had lots to learn. And the afternoon wasn't over yet.
Tom walked across the landing of his floor, with his dick hanging out of his leather jeans. Letting it lustfully swing in the breeze. His arm closed tightly around my waste. I was glad no one saw us. Tom unlocked the door and pressed me over the threshold. Judging by the rundown, graffitied look of the apartment building, and Tom's rowdy nature, I feared the worst for the inside of Tom's flat. But it was surprisingly well kept and roomie. I hung Tom's leather biker jacket on the coat hook in the hallway. It had several other leather and denim jackets. On top of the hat-rack lay a well used and battered baseball bat. And on one of the hooks hung metal handcuffs and a long wooden trunion. I also saw a leather collar with a thick metal dog chain. Tom saw me cast a worried look at the gear.
"Not to worry, Rob... That's only for unwanted guests and bitches that don't do as they are told..." grinned Tom.
"Do you get many of those up here?" I asked.
"Not nearly enough... And certainly none as hot as you!" smirked Tom back, "But I do like to assault me some asshole if I get the chance!"
"Ha... Yeah... I've noticed that... Those skinheads in the parking garage, friends of yours?" I asked.
"Hell no! ... Those bastards hang out there a lot. They lure their victims there because no one parks there. They fuck anything with a heartbeat." said Tom with a disgusted look on his face.
Tom pushed me in front of him into the open-plan living. Offering me a seat on one of the black leather couches. And walked into the kitchen to grab a couple of drinks. When he came back, Tom jumped right over the bench and seated himself very close next to me. Handing me one of the glasses. "You've deserved this... I was really amazed you looked so cool in leather." said Tom as he gave me a peck on the cheek. "Now... You just look around a little, while I get you something else you really deserve."
I quickly, but longingly, looked at his bulge.
"Not yet!... You dirty little fuck toy!... We can play some more later if you want..." smiled Tom dirty at me.
Tom walked away laughing. Letting me take in the surroundings. The sleek modern black leather and white painted furniture look of his flat was all around. Punctuated with some chrome elements. At first sight, you would not know that a dirty leather fucker lived here at all. But the more I looked, the more I discovered very subtle hints that a proud gay leather man lived here. Tom really went all the way for leather. That much was clear.
"Hé Tom?... When did you discover that you're into leather?" I called to Tom. Who had gone into one of the bedrooms.
"Oh... that's a long story... And it has everything to do with this..." said Tom when he came back. Handing me a leather biker jacket, stone-washed button jeans with a torn ass, and a pair of leather chaps.
"Strip off and put those on, boy... If they fit you, Robert, then those are yours now!" commanded Tom.
I had to do a double-take. Looking at the leathers and back at Tom. Within seconds my t-shirt, judo-pants, underwear, and socks lay in a pile on the floor. I put on the ripped light blue jeans and the leather biker jacket. They fit like a glove. Tom had grabbed the chaps and put them on me. Adjusting the laces at the back and zipping both pant-legs closed on the inside of my legs. I felt cocooned by the chaps. Tom made me do a few squats to see if they were not too tight. But they also fit wonderfully well.
"That was my first leather outfit," gasped Tom proudly.
"Boy, Robert, did I feel cool wearing them. Strutting my stuff around school. Tearing up asses left, right, and center. Anyone with a hole and a heartbeat was good enough for me and my friends. I was in a scooter-gang when I went to the technical middle school. Boy, did we have fun back then! Terrorizing the nerds. Turning them into regular fuck-toys. I realized then it was not so much the leather-look. But the feeling of power it gave me." sighed Tom.
I sat there flabbergasted. Not believing that I had just become the owner of my first cool set of leather-gear. I swung an arm around Tom's neck, pulled him close, and thanked him with a hot and sloppy wet kiss.
"Want to see some pictures from me and my gang?" asked Tom. He pulled out his phone and started to stream the pictures and video's to his big-screen TV. The images were nearly life-size. First, he showed me some innocent picks of his gang members. But they turned into full-blown porn within moments. Showing me the lads with their dicks standing proud. Dressed in leather and jeans. Tom was a very good looking stud back then too. He also showed me some of his fuck-toys. One young boy in particular. Maybe a few years younger then I was now. Tom and his mates must have been a few classes above him. But they used and abused him in much the same way the skinheads had the punk in the parking garage. Tom showed a dirty movie of one of their escapades in the boys' room at school. The 5 of them posed for a homemade porn movie. Beating up the victim. Ripping his clothes off. Whipping him raw with the baseball bat I recognized from the hallway. And putting the dog leash on him. Tom had his gangbangers hold the boy bent over, grabbed his monster cock, and slammed it raw inside. The boy squealed like a little girl. The others quickly filled the hands and throat of the boy. Tom did his power move on the boy's asshole. Breeding him hard and fast. All the others, clad in their leathers, took turns on the victim. Not taking it any more gentile then Tom had done. The boy's face was always covered by some cock in his mouth. So I did not get a very good look at him. But when I saw a close up of his cock being milked while his ass got gaped open I made a horrible realization.
I knew that guy! The boy being manhandled by that gang was awfully familiar to me. The birthmark above his pubes... The mole on his cockshaft... I had seen them before!
"Come on,... It wasn't all that bad, Robert!" gasped Tom. Watching me flinch at the porn movie. "I actually dated the boy a few years, and he was used to this by then."
Tom grabbed my hand and pulled me after him to his bedroom. Proudly showing me a large full-color picture that showed the 5 of them and the familiar boy in all its glory. The gang with their cocks out their leather biker gear. And the boy smiling with a dirty grin, covered in multiple loads of cum.
"Look, there is Johnny!..." exclaimed an excited Tom to me. Pointing with some pride to the picture. "He loved this kind of shit!... So what is your issue?"
I looked wide-eyed at Tom. Feeling a little sick, I said with restrained rage in my voice, "Well,... the 'issue'... dear Tom... I know that boy!... And you're in deep shit now..."
"Firstly, he was to young in that movie!... Secondly, he did not like it at all... And thirdly, he's my older brother!" I said choked.
John had, a few years back, confided in me. He had told me these stories about him when we were younger. Right after I was made to take the judo-lessons by my parents. I had been very angry with them about it. But John had told me the reason why I needed to toughen up. So I would not end up like some guys fuck-toy, as he had been at school.
I got really angry with Tom. Pulling a judo move on him. Slamming the twice as muscular man over my shoulder onto the kingsized leather-covered bed. Pinning him down in a choke-hold, and beating the crap out of him. Tom did try to resist me, but somehow he could not shake me off. My hand had pulled off the handcuff's from one of the shoulder straps on the leather jacket. Fastening them around his wrists behind Tom's back. Rendering him near enough immobile. I managed to undo his belt and jerk off the leather pants. It was my turn to do the terrorizing. I unbuttoned my fly in one swift move and slammed my angry dick raw up Tom's butt. Brutally fucking him like an energizer bunny. It was Tom's turn to squeal like a little pig. My hands closed tight around his throat. Chocking him as my dick nailed him good.
And 'good' was the operative word here. Man, it felt so nice. My rock hard 8-inches leather-clad cock deep inside a hot ass. Pounding the crap out of it. Shooting a big sticky load inside. I felt powerful. For the first time in my life, I felt in full control. A fist full of hair in one hand, A whip in the other. And a cum-filled, hot ass on my dick. I railed his cunt for a very long time.
Tom was right about one thing. It's not the clothes you wear. It's the attitude that comes with it that counts.
After three-quarters of an hour, I was spent. I had taken enough revenge out of Tom's butt. I got up and kneeled over his head. Put it gruffly on my cock and said, "Clean me Bitch!" In the most butch voice, I could muster. Not taking no for an answer, I pulled Toms face up by his hair and plunged him over my dick. Making him slobber me clean.
I left him laying on his bed. His hand still locked behind him. Put on a neat pair of leather pants over the chaps and torn jeans. Pulled on some metal-tipped cowboy boots and grabbed my judo-gear from the living room on the way out. Tom did not even protest. He just lay there, grinning from ear to ear as I slammed the door shut behind me.
It was already dark when I got back to the sports-school to pick up my bicycle. Luckily I knew a shortcut across the train-tracks from Tom's Apartment building. Once I got home I noticed John's duffle-bag in the kitchen. He had left me a note. "See you soon. Going to pick up some Chinese for us." it read.
I went up to his room and grabbed some of his hair gel. Spiking up my hair even more in the bathroom. Taking a long and hard look at the outfit I was wearing. I took off the leather jeans and removed the stonewashed jeans from under the chaps. Putting the boots back on I walked back to John's bedroom.
"Hey, Robert... Are you home yet?" yelled John from the kitchen.
"Upstairs John,... Got a surprise for you!" I called back. I had sat on my hands and knees on John's bed. My ass pointing at the door. Dressed in nothing but a leather biker jacket and a pair of chaps.
"Holy Fuck!" exclaimed John once he walked in.
"Yes,... please... Fuck my hole, bro... take me... nail me now, Johnny!... I met an old 'friend' of yours today... He taught me a thing or two... And I actually liked it... I liked it a lot!... Fuck me, John." I said as I looked over my shoulder at John's reaction. John unzipped his army pants as he grinned dirty at my gaping asshole.
"Lube?" he asked.
"No need," I answered, "I've got ripped open by Tom today... But I want more!"
Without wasting any time, John stuffed my cunt with his thick 9-inches. Pounding the living daylights out of me. Filling my ass and throat with several pent-up loads. Before flipping me on my back and riding my leather-dick raw like a cowboy.
We took all night to get to know each other in a way we had not thought possible. The next day John, I, and a large group of his army mates paid Tom a little visit. We had a wild party at Tom's expense. Leaving him well fucked and tight-up behind the dumpster for his skinhead mates. And although I was the youngest of the army gang, I lead the charge from that day forward. Clad in some leather, combined with pieces of denim or camo gear. Looking and feeling too cool to be allowed. Demanding and getting respect. Not for the clothes I wore, but for the change in attitude. Fucking the crap out of Tom, every Wednesday afternoon. And letting my gang do me the rest of the week.
< The END >
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