Christmas Leather ;-P

Christmas Time I've only ever had vanilla sex. The usual stuff. But it wasn't enough. It isn't enough. Something inside me tells me that I want more. Need more. Anyway, I was resigned to spending a Vanilla Christmas and went to bed on Christmas Eve somewhat downhearted, thinking of the socks and handkerchiefs I would yet again be given. And so I fell asleep.


I don't know how much time passed but I was awakened by a noise in the living room. Burglars, I thought . So I got up, put on my jeans and a white T-shirt and went to discover what was going on. There in the living room a man stood with his back to, dressed in a red robe lined with white fur. It was Santa, but he had no beard and was not over 70.


No, this Santa was big, broad, about 35, blond and spoke with a Swedish accent. "Hi", he said, "I've just brought your presents". I didn't know what to say. Being a Christmas person, but 27, I had been disappointed when my the other kids at school said Santa didn't exist. But here was the proof. "Open your present" said this dream Santa. So I opened the gift box, and found a pair of black leather chaps in there. I was gob struck. Something I'd always wanted.


"Put them on, but take off your jeans and t shirt first and then put your boots on", ordered Santa. So I followed his instructions and stood there in the chaps I had always wanted, finished off by my old engineering boots. I looked hot and my dick arose, standing to attention. I turned round and looked in a mirror at my chiseled ass, now shown off to perfection by the chaps. Santa stood there grinning, licking his lips.


"Here's another present", he said, and let his red robe drop. And there before me stood a muscular, hairy leather god. In chaps, boots, and harness with a chrome cock ring around his huge man bulge. The water flooded into my mouth and I fell onto my knees, wanting to take his dick in my mouth.


"Not yet", he said, grabbing my head and pushing it to the ground. "Lick my boots clean, boy". He ordered. Here was I, being dominated by a leather god, and my dream was coming true. "Lick harder" he shouted, "I want to see them shine" and he pressed his other boot down on my head to get my tongue closer on his boot. Hmm, the hard leather tasted good and my cock rose even more. Feeling the boot leave my head, I slowly started to lick my way up his leather-clad leg, savouring the taste and flavour of the hot material, feeling the heat of his muscular calves and thighs underneath. I then reached his balls, and paused, taking in the aroma of man sweat. (After all, he'd been halfway around the world on a sleigh by this stage!)


"Not yet", he said, and directed my tongue higher, following the hairs from his crotch to his navel, then further up. I took each nipple in my mouth, enjoying the smell of this man, taking the hairs of his chest in my mouth, gliding my tongue over his skin, then along the leather strap of the harness, up to his armpits, enjoying the male odour, the worshipping his huge arms. My head was shoved downwards.


"Lick", he ordered, and pointed his huge piece of meat in my direction. I followed the order, licking the helmet wantonly. He grabbed my head, holding it steady and proceeded to fuck my mouth until my tonsils were ringing with glee. Fast, then slow, then fast again. It was so big that I choked at first, but overcome my noviceness quickly to try to give him pleasure that his hard day of work necessitated. He withdrew, looking at his glistening dick, and looked at my greedy mouth and even greedier face. He knew he had me where he wanted. I would do anything. He slapped his dick all over my face, the veins in his fat cock swelling and then directed my mouth to his balls.


I took each one in my hungry mouth in turn, enjoying the taste, and pulling on the hairs. He turned round, spread eagled himself and bent down a bit, showing his man hole. I took the cue and buried my face in his perfect muscular ass, licking every bit of that hot hole. He straightened himself up, bringing up a knee into my crotch, squeezing my cock and balls in the process. I looked in to his eyes and he smiled, not a nice smile, a wicked smile. He opened his mouth, and I thought he wanted to kiss me, naive as I am.


But no, he spat in my face, then bent towards me to lick his spit from me face. "Turn round and bend down" he grunted. I did as I was told, me dick now aching and my balls ready to burst. He put his nose in my hole and his hand around my dick and bent it back. It hurt. He flicked his fingers against it, which hurt even more and I squealed, which made him flick even harder, bending it back even more, before letting go. He spat at me again, but this time in my hole and I felt his tongue enter my tight little rose bud. Then a finger, then two. God did that feel good! He fucked me with his fingers, then three, then four, feeling the inside of my guts, my tight little guts.


"This is tight man", he said, removing his hand. "Tight enough for a real fuck"


"Please!!!" I screamed.


"But first you need to suck on my pole a bit more, I need a real wood to fuck little shits like you", he grunted. So I got down on my knees and got mouth-fucked again by this brute of a Santa, jerking off as I did. God, was this hot. I got more and more aroused,..... and came. Shit, I thought, as my cum splattered against his boots and the bottom of his chaps. But what could I do. This was the hottest manly man the world had ever known. Which other guy wouldn't have shot his gunk? I looked up in shame, and expected the worse. Wanted the worse. He stared at me.


"Do you know what I do with little sluts who come too soon?", he roared. "I get them to clean up their mess!" Then he pressed his clean boot down on my head and kept it there until I had licked up every bit of my cum. His way of maltreating me made my pecker stand to attention again.


"That will do?", he said, before turning me round, spitting on my hole, putting on a condom, and ramming his 10 inches into me. Not that I was complaining! He screwed me from behind, from the side, from the top, my legs in the air, him holding onto my boots, me grabbing his nipples and feeling his pecs and muscly biceps. In and out he thrust , me grabbing on to his cock with my ass muscles. His breathing increased in speed and he spat in my face again and again, calling me dirty names and shouting at me to be even more hungry for his massive cock.


Then he withdrew, the sweat dripping from him, and came up to my face. His cock shone with precum. He held his tool over my face, jerking off at rapid speed, his balls swinging over my mouth. He drew back, pointed his tool at face, and shot out load after load of hot man juice all over my eyes, nose, and cheeks. Looking down, he smiled and laughed, seeing me covered in jizzism.


"We'd better clean you up", he said, and leaned down to lick off his hellish mess from my face. Then he kissed me deep, watching while I worked on my cock, urging me on to come to the orgasm of my life, shooting all over my tummy and chest.


"Happy Christmas", said Santa, as he stood up, put on his red robe and left.

Fetish story of the week #6

A Long Weekend

A hand grabbed my forehead, and another twisted my arm up behind my back without warning. I tried to call out but my mouth was instantly covered by the glove of whoever had attacked me. Struggling, I felt warm breath on the side of my neck, the roughness of an unshaved chin, a hissing in my ear… “Don’t try to fight, cocksucker! I won’t hurt you if you do as you’re told!”

Relaxing just a touch, I tried to take in what had happened. A hotel room in a strange city, Friday night, and no one who would be likely to miss me until after the weekend, and at that. Shit! The glove over my face held my mouth, pressing against me. I could smell the hide, feel the leather against my skin. With both hands behind my back I couldn’t move. This guy was strong! And he wasn’t going to let go. I tried to move again, and the grip tightened. “I told you not to struggle, fucker!” snapped the deep voice at my head. Cold steel at my wrists, and I was cuffed. Couldn’t move my hands, as his hold on my mouth and face remained.

The hand over my lips disappeared for a second. It took me by surprise, but before I could scream out a leather gag was across my face, buckled into place so I couldn’t make any more sound than a muffled groan. I was pushed roughly into the room and onto my knees at the edge of the bed. I could feel him standing behind me, above me, his legs pressing into my back as he bent over me. Hands and arms wrapped in black leather gloves and studded gauntlets reached over my shoulders and took hold of the flimsy t-shirt I was wearing, ripping it apart and away from me in a single movement. I leaned back to find my head pressed against his groin. My bare shoulders touched the solid coolness of leather. He was wearing chaps I guessed. I should have been terrified, yet in the midst of all this I found my cock hardening in my jocks, turned on by the thought of a powerful stud about to have his way with me.

“UP SHITHEAD!” he commanded, lifting me by the hair at the same time. I tried to comply but obviously not fast enough for him. He slapped my arm, spinning me around before he threw me backward onto the bed. Finally I could see my attacker.

Tall, powerfully built. About 6’1”, dark hair, tanned skin, a three-day growth on his jaw. His eyes were hidden behind mirrored glasses, a peaked Master’s cap pulled low on his brow. I had no way to try to read the intent in his eyes. But his apparel was incredible. A set of wide black leather straps made up a harness that came over his shoulders and around his ribcage to buckle up and push his defined pecs into perfect formation. Armbands around his biceps accentuated the strength of his upper arms and added to the effect of his lower arms and hands being encased in leather gauntlets and gloves.

He wore a pair of shining, polished black leather chaps. So tight they gripped at him and rippled with the movement of his legs. Below the chaps, a black leather thong which must have been custom made for him – instead of the usual pouch, it consisted of tight glossy leather which was molded to his huge nuts, and a hole above, out from which protruded his massive throbbing cock, already oozing pre-cum. No matter what I did, my cock sprang to full erection, and I couldn’t take my eyes off that monster weapon swinging in front of him.

“Like the look of that, do you pussy-boy?” he demanded gruffly. I tried to shake my head, to deny it, but my own prong gave me away. He just laughed at my denial. Kneeling down, his hands disappeared from my view. I contemplated trying to get up and escape, but before I knew it he had cuffed my ankles together as well. I was going nowhere without his permission.

Leering an evil grin at me he leaned over the bed then reached down and hooked his fingers into my shorts, tearing them down the middle and flinging the shreds into the corner of the room. The same treatment for the flimsy jock I was wearing, and I was lying there, exposed, naked, and hard as hell for him to feast his eyes on.

He didn’t stare long. A tube of KY appeared from nowhere and he slicked the lube up and down his pulsing weapon right before my eyes, playing with himself and telling me how hot it was going to feel wrapped inside my pretty boy arse. As he moved, the leather he was wearing glinted, and I could see the rippling of his muscles highlighted by the beautiful dark hide that encased him.

His finger attacked my hole, smoothing the gel in and around me. My anus flexed and twitched to his touch. I couldn’t help myself, wanted this leather god to take me right now. And he did. He lifted my legs up and hooked my joined ankles over his neck, so I could feel the straps of his shoulder harness against my calves, aimed that steel hard man arrow at my aching target and forced his way in. The searing pain would have had me scream my head off if I hadn’t been gagged, as he shoved himself with all his might completely within me, burying himself to the hilt. As his weight crashed upon me, his huge cock sunk inside, my body gave up the fight. The pain of his intrusion turned to glorious, soaring pleasure. I felt his body hard against me, his powerful leather clad legs pressing against mine, the heaving black leather spheres that were his balls crushed against the cheeks of my arse. As I breathed deeply to recover myself, the overpowering scent of leather assailed my nostrils, turning me on even more.

As the pain eased and the pleasure grew, he began to pull back, then thrust forward again. With each movement my body ached with pleasure. Tingling shocks went through me as he ploughed my innards, withdrawing until he was almost completely out of me then thundering back in again, all his masculine strength concentrated on taking possession of my body. He fucked me. Hard. Deep. Powerful. His long turgid rod, engorged with blood and powered by lust, pumped in and out of me, and I couldn’t get enough. I gripped at him as he pulled back, pushed when he pushed to take all of him, to have him fill me and own me. The pounding of his manhood into me was electrifying, and both of us were sweating. I thrashed around on the bed as he pistoned into me, my balls heaving and my cock aching.

More and more he fucked at me. Like a bull in rut, he took me and used me for his pleasure. His leather-encased body on top of mine, his swollen manhood inside me, fucked and ploughed at me as I silently begged for more. And more and more. Which he gave. Pounding, thrusting, shoving at me for what seemed an eternity.

My body craved the fucking, ached with pleasure at the pure sex of this man atop me. Molded to him, accepted him and dragged at his impaling sword as it speared my hole. My passion intensified, and I could hold on no longer. Trying to scream but silenced by the gag, my balls screwed themselves up and exploded, forcing my jism in long thick ropes through my prick and onto my gut, where it mashed between myself and the black leather man inside me. As I came, my rectum clenched tight with all the muscles I had left, gripping at his throbbing love pole. As I did, he let out a gut wrenching “UUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” , and heaved himself at me one more time, as though he was trying to sink not only his cock but his entire body into mine.

I felt his thrust, felt his cock swell to impossible proportions within me, and erupt. Spewing load after load of searing white-hot manjuice into me, filling my body with his seed, drowning me from the inside with his essence. As my own climax crescendoed I accepted all he had willingly, clenching and gripping to milk him of every last drop.

Finally spent, he looked at me again. “Nice fuck, pretty boy!” he said evilly, dragging his monster dong from my being in one long sucking motion. I felt like I was being turned inside out and suddenly I was empty. And sated.

He dropped my legs to the floor, undid the shackles on my ankles and wrists, and leaned to remove the gag.

“Welcome to Melbourne, Greg, my love,” he smiled.

“Oh fuck, Andrew, that was a perfect start to ,” I grinned back. “And three whole days more of it in front of us! Next time I want both of us fully leathered up, you fucking stud.”

We collapsed in each other’s arms, laughing and enjoying. We’ve been the perfect pair for years, but my lover never ceases to find new ways to surprise and excite me.

Bedtime tale #6

Boot 69

The University equestrian team had been supported by a local alumnus with a very large estate --complete with paddock, stables, tack room and separate living quarters for a groom. Each semester, a student on the team was hired for position of groom and allowed to live in the quarters connected to the tack room. The student’s job was to exercise horses and repair tack, but in actuality, he was there to practice equestrian skills along with his teammates who were invited as guests.

My friend Jim had been selected for the semester and had taken up residence in the quarters behind the tack room. After Jim had been at the estate for about a week, he called me and invited me out to ride and “maybe stay the weekend and do a few things”.

Jim and I had been friends since high school, we had been on the swim team together and I had been totally turned on by his smooth shaved body and the bulge in his tight Speedo’s. We were both also into horses and had been on the equestrian team, where the sight of Jim’s firm round ass in his tight riding breeches, high black dressage boots and tight black gloves had caused me to have to hide my erection while we were riding.

Then, around a year ago we discovered our mutual fetishes for smooth bodies and leather and our desire for each other. I accepted Jim’s invitation readily, knowing that we would have a weekend not just to ride but also to freely indulge in our boot and leather fetishes.

Jim greeted me at the gate on Friday afternoon. He was mounted on a chestnut gelding and wearing a pair of skin tight white stretch denim polo breeches tucked into high black Dehner riding boots, tight tissue thin wrist length black kid gloves, and an open collared dress shirt that exposed the leather choker of the body harness encircling his upper body.

I could have pulled him off of the horse right there and pushed my hard cock into him to the hilt. I fought off my desire for the moment, and followed him to the tack room on my motorcycle and parked it outside of his quarters.

I had worn a new pair of high black Cavalier style thigh boots with tall stacked heels, pocketless black stretch denim jeans that did nothing to hide my hard cock, a black leather jacket over my mesh T-shirt and long tight black gauntlets.

Jim dismounted and came over to me, “WOW! You look hot” he managed breathlessly. I smiled and responded, “Almost as hot as you”. Our mouths came together, we kissed and then Jim led me into his quarters. I tossed my saddlebags and boot bag with my riding boots onto the bed. “Why don’t you show me around?” I teased - knowing from the bulge between his booted legs exactly what he wanted to do.

“O.K.! Let me show you the tack room and harness shop. I’ve got something in there you’ll really like.” Jim smiled and started off. I followed Jim into the tack room and became even more erect at the smell of leather. Jim reached to a peg on the wall holding an assortment of harnesses and removed one. It was a black leather and chrome ring body harness!

He turned and we kissed again, this time his gloved hands lifted my mesh T-shirt. "Get rid of this" Jim gasped as he began to roll my nipples in his gloved fingers. Quickly, I shed the mesh "T" and let Jim snap the harness to my upper body. Jim's shirt was now on the floor and his leather harnessed upper body was pushing against mine. “We really should do something about the dust on those boots of yours.” Jim said in a soft almost breathless voice “Sit up here on the work table and I’ll put a gloss on them”.

I immediately sat on the large leather covered table and held a booted foot out. Jim grasped the boot in his gloved hand and began to rub black polish onto it. Soon the first boot was glossy from toe to thigh. The second boot became as glossy as the first after Jim's attentions. "You know they'd shine even more if they were spit shined" Jim panted.

“Oh God! Yes!” I cried, “Do it – lick my fucking boots”. Jim leaned over and raised my booted foot to his mouth and his tongue traveled up my boot from toe to instep to shaft and thigh then onto the other boot and down from thigh to shaft to toe. He stood and his rigid cock was pushing against his stretchy breeches leaving a wet stain from the precum that it was oozing. Leaning forward, Jim placed his mouth against mine and we kissed again, passionately with probing tongues and nipples pressing against each other.

Jim pushed me back until I was lying on the large table then he crawled onto the table so that his face was at my toes and his booted feet were in front of my face. I grasped one of Jim's boots in my gloved hands and began to lick the glossy leather and Jim did the same to mine. We worked our mouths up first one then the other of each other’s boots moaning as we kissed, licked and sucked the smooth leather. Jim reached to his crotch and opened his zipper, his precum glazed, leather ringed penis stood erect and throbbing.

I opened my own jeans and began to slowly stroke my own double ringed hard, oozing cock. Jim adjusted his position and I felt his tongue on my hairless balls, my response was to grasp his nuts in my gloved hand and suck them into my mouth.

From there it was seconds until we had each taken the other’s cock into our mouths and began to suck in earnest.

Jim’s gloved finger began to probe at my ass and this brought me right to the edge of climax. “I’m going to cum” I moaned.

“Cream my boots!” Jim gasped, “Shoot your hot load onto the leather”. I rose holding my twitching cock in my tightly gloved hand and turned until I could straddle Jim’s boots, then I rubbed my swollen cockhead over them until streams of jizz spewed over their glossy black leather shafts. I fell back moaning and Jim rose stroking himself as he straddled my booted legs. He gasped and I felt his hot spunk spatter the gleaming leather encasing my legs.

Without saying anything we both returned to the “” position and began to lick each other’s boots clean of the thick white spatters. Then, with our mouths full, we turned and kissed again, thrusting tongues into each other's mouths mixing our juices as we moaned in ecstasy.

And, the weekend was just beginning!

Bedtime tale #5

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Bedtime tale #4

 Well oiled Biker

Dave Barton looked at the crumpled pile of leathers in the airing cupboard. Three nights ago he got soaked on his bike. He could not have gotten wetter if he had jumped in the river. He had used another set for his rides since but this was his favorite set, black and full of memories.

The powerful bike carried him to Sainsbury in no time; he left the bike ticking with heat and strolled into the store. He got what he needed and was out in a few minutes. Once the shopping was in his panniers he took off once more. Now he was ready to begin his hunt.

“Hell, the bugger doesn’t feel right” he thought as his crispy jeans pressed against his trusty mount. Even the boots didn’t feel, as he would expect. So, he headed out for the M6, he’d met a construction guy a few weeks back. The “knight in shinning armor routine” had worked very well that evening. The guy lived in one of those caravans parked by roadworks along the motorway. The guy’s truck had broken down at the Services leaving him stranded. Dave had carried him home and had a great time amongst the cones.

Now he powered down the slip road with the intention of bettering the event. But even doing the ton didn’t have its magic in the defective hide. Soon the builder’s hide out came into view. Dave swept into the encampment of sheds gunning the 1000cc to announce his arrival. The guy emerged from the caravan and was delighted to see the tough biker again. “You’re back”, he said. “I have a little job for you” replied Dave.

He said “Bring the stuff from my right saddle bag, now!” Ben, the construction worker obeyed instantly. Their last encounter had been fantastic, and he was quite willing to be bossed around by the visitor. He was a bit taken aback though when he saw what he was fetching. Liquid Leather Polish, Leather Spray, and dusters. “Bloody hell, what you at, I can get you better stuff to sniff than this crap”. The biker bungled him inside the van and said “You are going to give me a spit and polish, then I am going to give you some shaft drive”.

Ben was made to apply the Liquid Leather. He had to work up from the boots, while his visitor sat silently watching him. The heavy boots drank the stuff in and he smelled them while he worked. Ben had never done anything like this and he suddenly found it a real turn on. Dave’s jeans were next but the biker stopped him from touching his crotch or arse at this point. The gloves and jacket came before those special areas. Ben’s own crotch was tight and moist at this point; he doubted that he would keep control of his tackle until the process really blessed the biker.

Just at that point, Dave’s mobile rang and he answered it. It was some guy about the pub dart team that Dave played for each week. By the time the call was over, Ben had thought about dead fish for a couple of minutes to lose some of the urge that threatened his pants. Dave stood up and for a terrible moment Ben thought he was going to leave, but instead Ben was made to kneel down and apply the spit mentioned earlier to crotch and arse. The builder’s tongue was used. Looking up at the biker and feeling his huge dick gathering force beneath his leather jeans was almost too much for the construction worker. Ben loved the smell, the feel, the presence of this guy standing over him in a way that said ‘I can beat the shit out of you or bugger you good, any moment I feel like it’.

When the whole process was complete Dave pushed him down on all fours; he then jumped on his back like he was mounting a bike. He said, “ I master a motorbike, now I am going to master you”. Although the caravan was small he made its occupant carry him round repeatedly. Dave’s human mount was very fit and well able to take the abuse. Eventually Dave steered him to the bedroom. He quickly dropped Ben’s pants and pushed him down on the bed. He dropped down against his back, still wearing his leathers. He was virtually lying on top of him now. He kept his gloved hands on Ben’s shoulders as if they were the handlebars on his bike. He said, “We all fuck our bikes you know, now it’s your turn sunshine”.

Dave stood back momentarily dropping his jeans. The heavy buckle of his belt swinging over Ben’s hairy arse. Dave said something about kick starting his new bike as he both kicked and dragged his boot down the side of the Builder’s right leg. The pain was sharp and yet so satisfying. The biker crashed down on top of him and Ben’s backside was saddled with the biker’s huge meat. Suddenly a different 1000cc was gunning in the encampment. Dave’s ride was long and hard and Ben could no longer control his own dick that unleashed his pleasure all over the sheets. Dave rolled the lad over, and made a joke about leaded petrol but Ben didn’t quite catch what was said. Dave then finally dismounted.

In less that three minutes Ben had been made to dress and buckle his master jeans up. More polish was applied and then the spray - just outside the van because of the smell. Dave’s kit now felt supple once more. His real bike would feel as horny a bastard as ever now. It was only a few feet away and he now needed its blast between his boots. A ride after sex was as essential to Dave as smoking was to some people. The ride for him continued the pleasure. Ben didn’t look as if he was about to blast off. He was sweating and a bit flushed, Dave thought he would ride out in the Forrest.

A moment later Dave was aboard his mount with his willing and able slave on his back and the speedo reading the ton. His jeans felt full of all his powers, petrol and penis. Shit this was going to be a great night out!

Bedtime tale #3

Batman Gets Laid

Batman breathed in his massive chest filling with air. He was getting a little tired of the super hero business. There hadn't been a major crime in ages. Sitting alone by himself on some skyscraper he decided to jerk-off because there was nothing else to do.
Sitting down and laying his back against the wall, the caped-crusader massaged his tights where his tight balls with his massive dick was kept. Instantly the rod began to harden against the uniform. The tights slowly began to show an impression, all the way up to his navel. He fondled it more squeezing and groaning with his right hand. With his left hand he put it under his tight upper uniform and pinched his rock hard nipples and ran his hand over his hard body, his 6-pack abs, and rock hard chest.
He then glanced around, he sighed, he was alone. He then took off his boots and slowly took off his tight pants. Next came off his cape then his shirt. He was now completely naked. His rod stood at full attention and his golf ball sized balls hung from his body(it was a hot summer night). He grabbed the rod in his hand as it expanded to its full 10 inches. A super rod. and started to rub up and down. He decided it wasn't fast enough, so he bent forward and licked it with his tongue. Still not fast enough, he than mouthed two inches of his cock. The circumcised head was all that he could handle. His rough tongue slathered all over. He could taste the pre-cum. All of a sudden, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Superman.
Batman turned bright red. Superman said it was all right, and said that he did it to. He asked if he could join in. Batman couldn't believe it, the man of his dreams wanted to jerk off next to him. He consented. Superman then took of his uniform in a flash and stood before him in all his glory. Superman, the prime example of man, stood with a hung cock about 12 inches long with tennis sized balls. He smiled then sat down to Batman. He then got his right hand and with great force squueeeezed his dick until it stood attention, the Kryptonian cock that reached a height of 15 inches, up to Superman's chest. It was 2 inches wide, and hard. Batman couldn't take it anymore so he grabbed Superman's cocked and started rubbing and feeling it. With his left hand he started groping and massaging Sup's balls. They fit perfectly in his hand.
Superman was taken aback, but enjoyed it, he was gay. He leaned his head back, and groaned and gasped as Batman grabbed his cock with two hands squeezing each of his hands still 2 inches from the tip of Sup's cock-head and base of his penis. Next Batman lowered his mouth on to the prime piece of meat and chewed and sucked slowly and hard. Batman took away his hands, kneeled on Superman's legs. Then lay down with the cock still in his mouth on Superman, his dick erect sticking between Superman's legs. His mouth started going up and down. Sup's dick went in and out in and out. Superman grabbed Batman's bubble but and squeezing it, putting his finger in his anus, and probing, before he came to the point of no return. Faster, faster Batman sucked. FASTER FASTER.
Then suddenly Superman CAME. The cum kept cumming and cumming and cumming. It wouldn't stop. It flowed into Batman's mouth. Batman swallowed ounces and ounces of cum before Superman was finished. Batman then turned the weakened man of steel over so that he was face down. Reached under grabbed Sup's cock. And with his right hand grabbed his hard ten inch cock and slammed it into Sup's hole. The hole was TIGHT. The squeeze was incredibly stimulating. Batman just held it there for a couple of seconds before he plunged in and out, deeper into Sup's hole. They both moaned and screamed. Batman then started jerking Superman's 15 inch ram-rod. Then Batman came to the point of no return, and climaxed with an explosion of suns. Batman got off Superman and lay down on his back looking at the stars, spent. Superman turned around also, and panted. There was a pool of cum on the floor where his mighty dick had been. They looked at each other...and then when at it again.

Bedtime tale #2

In Lycra ,Tight Lovers

The freshness of this Sunday morning in June made it the perfect day for pulling on my Lycra bike shorts and go riding on my new racing bike with my newfound bike shop friend. Jeb was an experienced rider who wanted to teach me how to get the most from my machine. Following him I tried to match his cadence and style.

Jeb wanted me to have a really good trip on my first long distance bike ride and he was leading me out to a secluded pocket of forest about 18 miles distant from my home using back roads in the Jersey pinelands. He kept up a pretty stiff pace, but I felt that I was being put to a test that would pay off for me in a big way. And if I felt like I was lagging behind, all I needed to do to regain my energy was to look at Jeb's ass showing itself in his sharp blue Lycra bike shorts. His ass glinting in the sun was like sucking on a sugar cube giving me lusty energy to draw me up alongside him.

Three days back, when I went into the bike shop to buy my first racing gear, my heart was pounding in excitement and my dick was pressing so hard in my jeans that I had to wear my tee shirt out to cover the state I was in. Why? The thought of tight Lycra shorts wrapped round my sex and ass turned me on. I have lots of baggy jeans, but it is my Speedo swim suit and my cross country skiing tights and my old standard 50l's that make me feel like a man. These shorts were a new thrill. All my masculinity is both contained and shown off in my tight stuff.

I'm not out yet--at least I don't think I am. Wearing skintight bike shorts is not something that only gay people wear, so I can enjoy my own sexuality without admitting to it.

I went back to the corner where the racks of shorts were and picked out a shiny black pair and took it to the tiny closet with just a drape for a door to try them on. Every time I try on tight pants I get a hard on and these shorts were the toughest pair of tight stuff I've ever had in my hands. They looked so small and yet my cock was sprung out as though it had eyes, as though it wanted these shorts as badly as I did.

Pulling them on for the first time, the sensation was like having a million fingers press upon my legs in a rising tide of fingers whose purpose was not to cover me but rather to hold my sex engine up to the eyes of guys whose link to me would come from their fingers added to these already touching me. Lycra is an invitation to play with me.

My only lover at this moment was myself indulged in a sweaty kind of masturbation that must not touch and must be hidden from the good-looking young store clerk who was busying himself in the racks just a few feet away. Since the mirror was outside the closet I had to quell the ardor of my cock and step out and dare to look at myself, smooth and ready for action.

The clerk looked up. In the mirror I saw Batman's Robin. The shorts were great and I was hooked.

"Hi, my name's Jeb. Are they all right? Can I get you a size larger?"

"Oh, I think they're ok."

With my saying this, Jeb came over and ran his finger around my leg telling me that most riders wear them closer to the knee. He looked up at me cute as hell--short, curly blonde hair and blue eyes and a mouth that was both frank and sensual.

When I tried on a new pair Jeb was close at hand and asked if I minded him checking the fit. Boy, did he check the fit! His hands ran down my ass and around my thighs. His eyes appreciated the soft leather padding of my crotch. Everything was quite OK.

Jeb and I struck up a real conversation that got me going. I liked him. He was a little older than I and I welcomed his offer to go out with me on some training rides. I'd say from what we were saying in body language and eye contact communicated the exact extent of the training. I felt a little dizzy from the underlying interest we were speaking about to one another. I wanted this unmentioned training more than I wanted bike training.

On the road Jeb signaled that we were going to turn off to his special stopping place. I pulled alongside him and we shared water from his water bottle. We passed it back and forth and it was clear that what we were doing was checking with each other to see if what we were clearly headed for was ok with the other. I gave him my eyes and he gave me his and added a guy-type punch to my shoulder. About a mile more and I will get to the place I've been longing for so many years.

We got to the place: It was an open sandy space beside a swim-able creek and under a stand of Jersey pine trees and holly. We rested our bikes against a tree and then I joined Jeb as we pulled down our shorts and pissed into the weeds. As we finished emptying our bladders our cocks began to thicken. Jeb just said simply, "I think we need to take these things off." I looked at him to make sure that we were agreeing to the same purpose. That beautiful Lycra was laid aside in the sand and Jeb took my hand.

In the embrace that followed I was kissed for the first time by another guy. I couldn't believe it that was clear because at first I didn't kiss him back--I was afraid. I was afraid of everything. But I held my ground and when he pressed a more passionate kiss upon my mouth I lost my fear and answered his kiss with one of my own as I began to pull him to me.

We stripped each other rapidly in the warm dappled sunlight of the pines. Our cocks were big, really big and unfettered by clothes, fears, and civilization. We stepped apart to look at each other. Do this and laugh. We did. What is funnier looking than a guy with his dick standing straight up. Ours were like pointers, each pointed to the other. We came together again, this time grinding our cocks upon each other and then it happened--Jeb's hand grasped my cock. No Lycra ever made is like the hand of your lover taking your cock in hand. For me this was the first time ever. "Uhhh--ahh!! Wow! Jeb! Don't let go!"

He took my hand and placed it upon his cock. The sensation of owning your own cock and owning another guy's cock is fantastic. I am you, you are I. Jeb backed me to a tree and got down on his knees to touch his lips to my glans tonguing away pearl drops of precum. I was so wiped by the feeling and by my gratitude that I drew my hands back and held onto the tree, but when he took me in his mouth entirely I was frozen in maxed-out pleasure. Him in my mouth.... I drew my hands from the tree and gave gentle touch to his curls, but when he took my balls in his hands I was blown to such an overload of pleasure that I needed to cum and I grabbed his ears so as pull him to deep throat and its wonders.

Sing of troubles in the waters, let ships plow in the wave. Let penis submarines shoot torpedoes. Hear the hollow clank of steel engaged in a hard war: No I choose the rushing waters. I choose the wild river. When I shoot it will not be death's torpedoes, but rather I will shoot the stuff of life. Jeb, do you hear me? I'm hard for you!

"Jeb, I can't hold it. Man, I'm gonna cream! Here it is--I'm cumming!!"

Jeb, filled his mouth with spurt again and again of my cum, drawing all of it into him with the passion of a man deprived of something that gives life. Deprived no longer and feeling full of love of my cock and of me entire, Jeb rose from his knees to share a lover's kiss with me.

I felt his ass with my hands--those wonderful globes of my rider. Then his back was to the tree and I began to do him by tonguing his nipples....

Bedtime tale #1

A HOT LEATHER KNIGHT

A cute hot leather guy in his 30's pinched my tight little bubble butt encased in tight jeans. He was wearing a leather jockstrap and chaps and nothing else.
He looked at me all night, undressing me with his hot eyes . I found myself drawn to him he had a hot look about him. So we talked and got to know one another and he invited me to his apartment and so, I went. He had a great apartment with a big living room looking out over the city. That's were we began to undress each other, slowly he undressed me and slid his hot leather jock on to my nude body, watching as it slid up my tight muscles and encased my tight ass.
He then lead me in to his bedroom, where he had a leather sling from the ceiling. He tied my hands to the sling and pulled my body up into the air, so he would have total control of my body. He first began to lick my body and lick between my spread legs, tasting my young flesh encased in the leather jock, tasting my precum building on the jock and pulling the jock to one side to lick my tight virgin ass. He was busy spreading and teasing it with his hot wet tongue.
Then he ripped the jock off, grabbing my tight little waist and plowing is thick cock deep into my tight virgin ass, fucking me hard and deep spreading my tight young hole wide open with each deep thrust making me cry out with pain. He plowed my hot tight wet ass hard and deep until he pulled from my used ass and shot his hot load over my smooth tight chest.
Thanks for a great night
mmmmmmmmmmm would love a second dose of your hot cock.