Dreaming of Leather men

Introduction - Dreaming of Leather men: 
Benson Long scored his first leather jacket and put the lesson in domination to the test. Getting a blow job from a submissive market stall vendor. Nearly giving his army brother, Mark Long, a heart attack when he told him about the nasty encounter at the gym. And learning that Mark was just as gay as he was.
This is an 8 part series describing the fun Benny had discovering his preferences.

Chapter 2. A Homecoming to remember.

On the bicycle ride home from Watermann's gym, I was grinning from ear to ear. Feeling braver and bolder than I had ever done before. Wanting only two things. One, I needed to text Mark about this adventure and, two, to get me a fucking cool leather jacket for myself. Man, did I feel great! It was probably the adrenalin that was still coursing through my body, even so. I was as high as a kite right now and as proud as a gay peacock with a 7-foot dildo up his ass.

Halfway home, I drove past the weekly Wednesday market. And a stall with leather jackets immediately caught my eye. Funny that you never notice these things any other time, but yet when you want, you nearly trip over them. Slamming on the brakes, I made a beeline directly for the market stall. It was way too hot for anyone else to buy leather clothing right now. So I was the only one browsing around there. The seedy Arabian market vendor glared meanly at me as I looked at the many models of leather garments.

"What do you want, boy?..." snarled the salesman at me. Clearly, he was brutally annoyed at my presence. Thinking that his rude tone of voice would scare me away. I squinted dangerously at the guy. Immediately he backed off. Realizing he had made a grave error in judgment. If my looks could kill, this jerk would have been surely dead and buried. Thinking that I was way more butch than I appeared to be.

"Actually, you can help me!... I am looking for a specific type of leather jacket... Short, sporty, with an asymmetrical front, black zippers, and snaps... Not unlike a classic biker jacket, but without all the chrome..." I asked the market stall vendor. Explaining to the uncooperative bearded guy that I would like something much less conspicuous than a standard butch biker jacket. Asking him if he had something like that.

The young Arab salesman looked me up and down for a few moments in surprise. Thinking hard on what I had asked him. But focusing on the crotch of my thin white judo pants for a little too long. Annoyed, the young man walked around the back of the stall. Taking a jacket out of a box, he had not bothered to unpack. Obviously thinking that I wasn't going to buy it anyway. It was very expensive and not my style, he thought. But he was so wrong about that! He reluctantly put it on a coat hook and hung it on display over one of the coatracks in front of me. 

This jacket was precisely as I had described. It looked exactly like the classic leather biker jacket Jeff had worn. But without the chrome snaps or zippers and without the shoulder straps. And it was way more supple. I Instantly had fallen in love with it.
"But I only have this in one size... So don't bother asking for a smaller one!..." growled the Arabian sales guy gruffly. Realizing that it probably was one or two sizes too big for me. He was a little in shock that I actually seemed to go for it. That visibly aroused him a lot.

I took it off the coathook and tried it on. "Bloody fucking hell!..." I nearly cheered out loud as the jacket sucked itself onto my body. Watching myself in the long mirror, I could see that I wasn't wearing that jacket. That jacket wore me! And I even had a little room to grow into it. I had to restrain myself from getting aroused when I saw myself wearing it. This jacket made me look as tough as I thought I felt inside.

I felt oh so delighted with this find. I had already pulled my wallet out of my gym bag and paid the man for it. Not caring how much it would even cost me. The guy also had a rack of sunglasses nearby. He handed me a pair of cool black Rayban aviator glasses with black mirrored shades. Telling me that they would complete the butch look he liked so much. When I put them on, he secretly cupped a feel of my cock. Hotly whispering that he loved the look of me.

I squinted at him and thought for a moment. His demeanor had totally changed. First, he wanted nothing to do with me. Now that I wore this bloody cool leather jacket, he had turned into a submissive horny bastard. I roughly grabbed the dude and pushed him to the van behind his stall. Pressed him to his knees and looked around me to see if we were out of sight. I pulled down my judo pants and made him brutally suck me off for a moment or two. He willingly complied submissively.

I pushed him off my cock and snarled at him, "I also need some tight leather gloves!... Get them... Now!" I ordered bruskly. The vendor obliged obediently. Handing me 2 pairs to try on. Sitting himself silently back down on his knees between my legs. I tried the smaller size gloves on. They fit real snug, just like latex surgical gloves. "These will do... You have done well!... I also need a leather wristband... Plain black, with black snaps!... and hurry up, boy!" I commanded down at the trembling submissive gay guy. He clearly liked that I was treating him this way. 

Quickly he came back and sank to his knees in front of me again. Showing me 4 different leather wristbands. Only one complied with my description. So I rolled my jacket sleeve up and put it on my left wrist. Indicating that I wanted to be seen as an alpha top. The dude shuddered when he saw that. 

I rudely patted his bold head with a gloved hand. With the other, I pulled my meat out of my judo pants again. Thrusting it ruthlessly down the dude's yearning mouth.
"Suck it!..." I commanded whisperingly. Taking my phone out as I started to video this bearded gay Arab bitch going down on me like the whore he clearly was. And wow, suck he did. He even took one of my hands and placed it tightly behind his head after a while. Indicating that he wanted it much rougher. 

And that's precisely what he got from me. I openly skull fucked my first man. Filming myself doing that nasty man-whore in public. Not to show someone else. This was more to prove to myself that I had really dared to do this. Shooting my load directly down his filthy throat. Holding his head down so no drop would go to waste. I don't know how long I held him down over my pecker, but it took me quite a while to empty my nuts into his mouth. And the vendor swallowed it eagerly down with great pleasure. 

When I finally let go, I commended him, "Do you give all boys this great service here?..." I kissed him with a nasty grin and walked away without further payment. The dirty Arabian vendor got his pay in cum, and he was fucking loving it.

"Wow!... What a fucking adventure was that... Not only did I get my very first leather jacket... I also got my sack drained by that filthy Arab dude... He had thought he could get away with being rude to me... I showed him!... I can be rude too... I sure made him my bitch, didn't I?" I thought to myself with a nasty grin on my face as I rode home. It was great getting my rocks off in this way. I totally felt vindicated after what Jeff had tried to do to me and Watermann's gym.

At home, the usual group of lowlife gang members stood in our back alleyway. I regularly formed an excellent target for them, timid as I had been. They eyed me up in a dazed surprise. Their personal punch-ball drove his bicycle straight at them. Wearing a cool leather jacket, sunglasses, and thin leather gloves. In this stifling heat, I actually felt cool as a cucumber.

It made a big impression on them. For even the usual onslaught of foul language got turned around to; "Wow, will you look at that!", "Fuck, that's a cool jacket, dude," and "Nice shades, man!". I brutally flipped them the bird and cycled to our backyard. I had half expected them to retaliate, but all I heard was impressed mutterings coming from the alleyway. Smiling, I went inside to catch my breath.

Still grinning from ear to ear as I walked past the large mirror in our hallway. I had to do a double-take. Watching the skinny butch young stud walking there. I stepped back and closely inspected my new look.
"Look at you, man!... You are bloody cool now!" said the horned-up inner voice to me. I swear that the inner monolog had dropped at least 3 octaves as it spoke to me now. No longer the shitless shy kid. No! This voice belonged to a tough young manly queer fucker. Not yet a proper alpha. But that was just an act anyway. At the thought of it all being an act, I had to laugh out loud.

"That is absolutely true... Isn't it?... Nothing had really changed... You have just learned to act differently!" told my manly inner voice to me. I had to laugh as I stuck my hand down the stained and dirty wet jockstrap to stroke myself.
"Shit, dude... That leather does make you look butch, though!... Let's take a shower and then text Mark," I told myself with a dirty smirk on my face. Taking a selfie with my cock out. The gloved leathered hand was grasping around the balls. The picture even impressed me a bit. But this was really me from here on out, a much more self-assured cocky dude.

I dumped the content of my gym bag onto the washing machine. Thinking I would need to get my judo gear washed, even though I had done everything but judo.
To my utter surprise, the dirty black dildo, the bottle of lube, some condoms, and the black metal studded cockring of master Jeff -fucking- Skyler rolled out as well. I stared at them for a while in disbelief.
Until I found a hastily scribbled note on the back of a business card.

"Bitch, you're not getting away with this! I'll hunt you down - You want leather? Come and get it! - You can thank me later by handing your sorry ass to me! Mark sold you. You're mine now, fuck-toy!
Signed; master Skyler."

I had to re-read the note a couple of times before I grasped its full meaning. Yes, it felt very intimidating. But I knew Mark would never have 'sold me' to anyone. We were just way too close for him to even contemplate something like that. So this was utter bullshit. Sure, if Hank Watermann and Jeff Skyler were really working together, then my home address would be known to him as well. I wasn't going to hand Jeff anything. If I wanted leather, then I bloody well would get my own! I thought defiantly.

Looking at the address on the front of the business card, I recognized it was for a condo complex near the harbor. It was in a sort of no-go-area of town. Nothing good ever happened there.

After re-reading the card a couple more times, I put it away in the leather jacket's inner pocket. Hanging it over the back of the leather office chair in my bedroom. Undressing to take a proper shower. I felt filthy as shit. Under the shower, I jerked off. Getting all the pent-up horniness out. I half-heartedly toweled myself dry. Snapped on a pair of Mark's cool baggy gray workout shorts. And put the leather wristband and cool sunglasses back on as well. Forgoing any underwear for once. Letting my dick swing lustfully from side to side. I walked outside and sat in our backyard to catch some of the afternoon's rays and to air dry.

Theo - my next-door neighbor - and the gang leader that hung around the back alleyway wolf-whistled at me when he saw me sitting there. Clearly impressed by what he saw. I don't think Theo had seen me this naked before.

I had a couple of beers standing next to me. So when I looked up at Big-T, I called over, "Want one too, T?" as I held up the Heiniken to him. Theo grabbed the top of the fence and jumped over right away. An impressive feat in itself. Seeing as the partition fence was at least 5 feet tall. But then this hunk was very sporty.

Theo gave me a fist bump as he dropped down on the deck chair next to me. I butchly hooked the bottle on the underside of the metal table and undid the top. Handing Theo a bottle, I clinked mine to his. With a grin, we sat there enjoying the beers.

Utterly surprised by all of this, Theo looked at me with his squinting dark brown eyes. His ebony skin was glistening in the late afternoon sunlight. The white halter-top hooked behind his head. His tattooed pecs and the extremely well-defined six-pack on full display. The whole thing felt a bit odd to both of us.

Normally I would not have given Theo the light of day. And he usually would rather practice his kickboxing skills on me, than drink a beer with me.
"Fuck, Ben..." Theo was about to say that he found this new behavior very cool.
I just grinned and preemptively answered him, "... Yes, please, Big-T... Love to fuck you too!..." I chuckled dirty as Theo watched me bemused.
"Wow... Who are you, and what have you done with the little neighbor kid that was too scared to even say hi to me a week ago?"
"What?... Don't you like the new me?" I asked smirkingly, telling Theo proudly, "The other little guy got his ass fucked at the gym today... From now on in, this is the new me... Deal with it, dude," I said without flinching.

The butch Theo just sat next to me, flabbergasted. Sipping his beer. Contemplating what I just told him.
"Fo real?... You got butt-fucked?" muttered Theo after a while.
"Hell yeah, well sort of... And don't sound so surprised... I heard you and your stepdad fooling around too... I know you're into that kind of shit as well... Heck, your bedroom is right next to mine!... Is he really that big?... I wonder what that is like?" I said with no shame or wanting to sound accusingly. I had suspected the 19-year-old Theo to role both ways for years now anyway. I just wanted to let him know that I was exploring those feelings as well.

A year earlier, Theo's Jamaican stepfather, Tylor Cummingham, had gotten home from jail. Framed for something he had not done. He was boozed up and horny as fuck. So he took the only hot and willing hole that he could find. Theo got butt-fucked something fears by him that night. Clearly loving every second of it and all of his stepdad's 13-inches black Jamaican cage-fighting dick.

Tylor and my dad were friends. The 46-year-old truck driver Tylor moved around a lot, so he had little to do with Theo's upbringing. But dad threw him some odd jobs his way sometimes. The two were just best buddies. Happy for each other's company when he was home.
But by now, I had expected Big-T to explode in anger. The hip ebony muscle hunk just grinned dirty at me. Theo was also clearly thinking back about that encounter.

I had always admired the 19-year-old Theo a bit. Well, a lot less each time he kicked my butt with his mates. But still, being as butch and nasty as the guy's I'd love to watch. Shit, I had even had a few wet dreams about Theo a couple of times before. But now was not the time to bring that up.

After a while of silent contemplation, Theo said, "Ja, give me an asshole, and I will fill it, man..." Theo sighed butch as he rubbed the cold beer bottle on his crotch. He told me, "I fucking loved that leather jacket and those shades of yours, Ben... You look really cool in them... Are they new?"
"Yeah... I felt I needed a new look... It's time to butch up a little." I said, pushing my skinny chest out a bit.
"Good for you, B!" laughed Theo.
"Awe, shocks... Thanks, man, appreciate it!" I proudly answered him.

Theo got up and put the empty bottle on the table. "Right... got to go, man, Ben... Thanks for the beer... Why don't you come and hang out with us sometime?" asked Theo surprisingly. Stretching out a hand to help me up. The ebony stud gave me a quick bro-hug. We looked at each other for a moment, and Theo tilted his head and puckered up. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Letting a pleasant moan escape his mouth as he did so.

We grinned at each other a few moments longer before Big-T made his way around the fence to his place again. Waving friendly at me from his backyard. As I said, Theo, or his gang, weren't usually one for friendly gestures to me. And this was probably the longest chat I had ever had with my neighbor. So this felt quite extraordinary. Yet very cool. Making no illusions for myself. I knew that Theo and I weren't friends after sharing just one beer. But this was a start.

I suddenly remembered that I wanted to text Mark about today's events. We regularly did that anyway. But more so when I was home alone. I locked the kitchen door behind me and went upstairs to my bedroom. There was no need to make it easy for assholes like that Jeff to sneak up on me. But when I was nearly at the stairwell, I heard a rough knock on the back door. I jumped in fright, but went to see who it was anyway. 

It was only Theo.
"God, man, you gave me a scare!" I told him when I unlocked the kitchen door to let him in, asking, "Did you forget something, Theo?"
"Sorry, dude... Just wanted to hand you my number... Maybe we can text sometimes, or something..." said the otherways butch Theo very shyly.
Utterly surprised by this, I muttered, "Oh, yeah, man... I'd like that."
"Benny... Ummm... Are you really gay?" blurted Theo out. Unable to contain his surprise at our previous conversation.
"Ha... Well, I guess so... still figuring stuff out, though... So this is our little secret... Right?..." I apprehensively asked him.
"Sure, dude... I didn't know you could hear stuff from my bedroom either... I would appreciate it if you kept your trap shut about that too," said Theo, suddenly very sternly again.

"Right... No worries there, man," I sighed, relieved. Giving Theo another fist bump.
"God, dude... thanks for understanding!... You got me worried for a bit," told Theo. He handed me a piece of paper with his cell number. And I told him I would certainly call him, or even text him my number.

Theo gave me another bro-hug. But this time, he did not let go for a while. "I am glad you don't mind, Ben... No one was supposed to know about that," he whispered in my ear.
"Well, dude, I kept my mouth shut for all this time... So no need to worry about it now, Theo!... I just wanted you to know what's going on with me, man," I sighed, relieved. Theo slapped my ass a little gruffly before letting go of me. I gave him a little wink before Theo stepped out the kitchen door. 

Today was full of firsts for me. But this took the cake. I really thought Theo was a little into me now. Elated, I closed the door and went upstairs. Picking out a black pair of Mark's ripped jeans and his cool army boots to wear. Mark liked to wear these when clubbing. The stuff I had in my own wardrobe wasn't even half as nice as Mark's gear. Mom bought my clothes. But she had an odd dress sense. Making me wear dad old office shirts over old fashioned pants.

I thought I would wear Mark's cool clothes and my new jacket when I went to pick me up some Chinese for my dinner later. Thinking they would go great with the leather jacket. I sat back on my bed. Looking smirkingly at the nasty dildo and other stuff that lay on my desk. Thinking back about today's unexpected events. 

I had to figure out what to text Mark. So I boiled it down to something sneaky;
"- Mark, you will not believe what happened to me today. I met an old friend of yours at the gym. I think he is called Jeff Skyler or something like that. He said you two were 'friends' in boot camp. -"
Mark's reply was instant. "- WTF?... are you okay? -"
"- Perfectly fine, bro. He just showed me a few of his 'tricks'... Nothing bad happened... I made sure of that!... But I learned a few things about myself... I'll tell you about that later... Got some big news to share. -"
"- How big? -" texted Mark back.
I texted him an eggplant and "- Oh, about 7.5 inches, -" with a sneaky winky-face emoji. And added the selfie of me in my new leather jacket and gloves. Stroking my dick in front of the hallway mirror.

I had expected Mark to continue the sexting. But no more text came after that. So I watched the video I had taken of the Arabian market stall vendor and me instead. With my mouth wide open, I watched the dirty video a couple of times. I had not realized how brutally rough I had throat fucked the dude. Or how dirty we had whispered at each other at that time. In shock, I downloaded it to a secure folder on my computer. Deleting it instantly from my phone. I was not prepared for anyone else to see this just yet.

It was time to get some dinner. So, I slipped the leather jacket over my naked torso. And pulled on Mark's black jeans and his butch army boots. Ready to pick up some Chinese food from the local dally. In the hallway, I had to take another sexy selfie of this combo. With the jacket fully unzipped, I moved it slightly off one shoulder. Seductively showing a little nipple.

Before I had left home, I texted this new pic to Mark as well. Asking if it was okay if I borrowed the jeans and boots. I got a thumbs up and a blushed face emoji back as a response. And that was good enough for me. I texted the Chinese my food order and put the phone inside the jacket. Putting my new sunglasses on, I left to pick up the food on my bicycle. 

When I arrived back home, I got a big surprise. Mark's tricked-out Ford Mustang GT500 was parked out front. Mark must obviously have been worried sick for him to come home 3 days early. He indeed sounded pissed-off when he stormed out the kitchen door.
Shouting at me, "... Benson!... where the fuck have you been, boy?... What the HELL happened?... Are you okay?... Did he hurt you?... What's been going on?.... You had me worried, Benson!... Man, Talk to me!... What happened at the gym?"

I just stood there, holding the bag of Chinese food, grinning meanly at my brother.
"Hi to you too, Marky... good to see you, bro!... But what's up with the Benson?... You never call me Benson anymore... And you know I eat Chinese on Wednesdays, dude!" 

I opened my arms wide, and we hugged. Mark squeezed me tighter than he had ever done before. His breathing erratic, on the point of breaking down. I whispered reassuringly, "Everything is fine, bro... Really it is... Let's go inside... I've got lots to tell you!... But who's your friend?... Aren't you going to introduce us, Mark?" I asked Mark sneakily. Nodding in the direction of the other army officer.

"Huh?... What..." stuttered Mark, annoyed.
"Hi, I am lieutenant Philip Parks," said the tall, strapping guy introducing himself. He was about Mark's age. The 25-year-old Philip held out a hand for me to shake.
"Benny Long... Nice to meet you, sir!" I replied.
"Hello, man... Mark told me all about you, Benny," said Philip warmly, shaking my hand.

By now, Philip had his arm wrapped tightly around Mark's waist. I sidestepped the two and walked into the kitchen.
"Ummm... I don't have enough Chinese for the three of us..." I announced apologetically. After the two hunky uniformed officers had followed me inside our kitchen as well. Mark glanced over at Philip, and he handed him the keys to his love and pride. Mark normally never let anyone near his muscle car. Philip left to get us something more to eat.

"So... Ummm?... Who's he, Mark?... He is a very nice-looking tall, strapping man, bro!" I asked my brother after Philip had left.
"Fuck, Benny..." sighed Mark, exasperated.
"Ha... You're the 3rd guy that asked that of me today... Take a number, bro!... My ass is working overtime!... First that Jeff fellow... Then Theo from next door, and now you... Jeez, man!"
"What?... Has that good-for-nothing gangbanger been beating you up again too?... I'll show him!" asked Mark angrily.
"Oh... Shut up, Mark!... Nothing like that at all!... We just shared a beer and a friendly chat together on our terras." 

I left a long pause before announcing, "Mark... Ummm... I think I am gay..." Mark's mouth fell open. 

"Wait!... What?... Since when do you and Big-T share beers together?" he asked me, stunned, "Dude... Shit... What did you just say?... Say that again?..." gasped Mark. "Ben... Dude, did you just say that you are gay?... Is that a joke?... That's not funny, Benson..."
"No joke, Mark... I really think I am, bro... But what's up with you and that Philip?... You two seemed awfully friendly as well..." I asked Mark calmly.
"Oh... Fuck... was it that obvious?... Yeah, Philip is my boyfriend... He has been for more than 2 years now," said Mark. I could see my brother was relieved that he could finally tell me about it. It was clear that Mark had not even told our parents that bit of news. Or I would have known about it.

Mark opened his arms again, and he fell half sobbing onto my leather-clad shoulder.
"Is that a new jacket, little bro?" whispered Mark after a while. With his hands wandering over it, Mark added, "Looks really cool on you, Benny..."

"Yeah... I thought it was time for a tougher look... So I treated myself after Jeff played a while with me in Watermann's dungeon..." I told Mark proudly, as he hung on my every word, "Nothing bad happened down there... Actually... I sort of 'enjoyed' myself for the most part... Jeff even showed me how cool a leather jacket would look on me... So I decided to get myself one too... Together with - as Hank Watermann put it - a bigger set of balls," I said jokingly, "It Turned out I didn't need judo at all, just someone to show me what it's like to act a little tougher." Mark let out a big sigh of relief.

Soon after that, Philip got back with two large bags of Chinese food. We set the table, ate, drunk, and talked for hours. I told the guys about my thing for men wearing leather. And my run-in with Jeff -fucking- Skyler. I told them all about the way Jeff had dominated me. Not leaving out any nasty or gory detail of the whole eye-opening experience.

In turn, Mark explained to me what had happened to him at boot camp four years ago. And how I was right in thinking that Jeff had something to do with that. That left only one obvious question for me. Handing Mark the business card from Jeff Skylar, I made him read the back of it out loud.

"Oh... that lying piece of shit!" exclaimed Mark when he read the part where he had 'sold' me to Jeff.
"Benny... you got to believe me, dude... that's not how this went down... Philip and I were on furlough when he saw us having a few beers together... He remembered me, and we got to talking... I must have let slip that you went to judo classes at Watermann's to toughen up... And that you had a thing for butch men... Nothing more."
"Ha... is that all?... Could you not just have given him my address as well?..." I asked jokingly. The three of us laughed hard.

Philip wanted to know what kind of guys I was into. So I described the guys I liked to watch. Mark nearly choked on his beer. Telling me, "You do realize you are describing that gangbanger from next door... Don't you, Benny?" 
I looked incredulously over at my brother. However, Mark was sort of right, of course. Theo Cummingham had also sported many a butch leather jacket or leather jeans. And he has a sexy lean, ebony body to boot.

After dinner, we sat in Mark's room. The three of us were watching some porn together. Talking a little more about how Mark and Philip had met. And about gay sex.
"Guys, can you show me how to fuck a guy?... I mean, right from the moment you get him upstairs... I never understood how to get going..." I asked them nervously.

"Dude, I am your brother... I can't do that!... But I think Philip would like to have a go on your ass, though," joked Mark, "He's into twinkies like you, bro."
"Hmm, not what I had in mind... But when duty calls..." laughed Philip dirty.
"Actually, ummm?... Philip, I think I am a top!" I laughed sneakily.
"Oh?... In that case, I'll show you how to split my ass in two then... After Mark has demonstrated how it's done properly, of course!" joked Philip. 

Mark was the first to stuff his hand down his camo pants. Jerking his meat off, watching the guys go at it in the video. I watched how he got Philip horny too. Seductively kissing his man and talking a little dirty to him.
"Is that it? You just start to talk hotly and kiss?" I asked incredulously.
"Whatever works for you and the guy you are with," answered Philip between kisses, "Just don't overthink it, little bro... Let it come naturally..." His words stuck with me.

Philip took Mark's top off and started to work his way down the chest. Kissing and licking my brother in front of me, as if that was perfectly normal. Mark had already heaved his manhood out of the uniform when Philip's lips arrived downstairs. Gently clasping the beautiful cock and licking the shaft up and down. From the underside of the cockhead down to Mark's smooth balls. 

Working seductively slowly back up, I saw how Philip longingly kept looking up at Mark. Their eyes locked, and they forgot everything around them. Philip's tongue swished over the glans, like forever. Then, on Mark's booming order, Philip went down over it. First, licking it with an open mouth. Keeping up the tongue torture over the glans. Making Mark moan manically. Then, deeper and deeper, he sucked it off. Until Mark's 8-inch cock lodged itself in Philip's throat. 

At that time, Philip handed all control over to Mark. And my brother took full advantage of the lieutenant's capitulation. Grasping a hand full of hair and controlling the speed and depth of the expert serving his cock.

By now, I also had my dick and balls hanging out of Mark's buttoned jeans. Dreaming it was my dick that got sucked on by this hunk of a dude. Mark looked at me with a dirty grin. Took my man-toy firmly in his hand and stroked it. Using some spit to lube his hand. With the other, he relentlessly controlled Philip's head. Who was still looking longingly up at his man.

After a long time, I heard Philip's mouth got wrenched off Mark's dick. He got ordered to do me instead. God, that Philip was an excellent knob gobbler. I had to fight not to lose yet another load down some dude's throat. Mark lent over and put a hand around the back of my neck to kiss me. Philip had my dick down his throat, trying his hardest to make me loos it. And his hand on Mark's man-tool, stroking it roughly. 

"Marky-mark... Go fuck your man!... let's give Philip Parks a Long-brother's spit-roast!" I suggested butchly to my older brother. Mark grinned up at me. Pleased with my new dirty-minded attitude.
"You need to go lick his asshole first, bro... I can't fit these 8-inches in without some spit-lube, dude... And don't worry... Philly will tell you if you're doing it right, little bro!" instructed Mark hornily.

We got undressed, and Philip sat down on his hands and knees in front of me. I bent forward to kiss Phil's ass on the instructions from Mark. Jerking the thick 9.5-inch prick of Philip on Mark's command. Man, that Philip was so thick I could hardly imagine how that would fit up Mark's ass. Let alone into mine. Mark had laid himself on his side on the bed to watch me closely as I ate out the lieutenant. 

Philip gasped and moaned loudly as my tongue flicked over his hot rose butt. Making it wetter and wetter, like Mark had instructed me to do. It was a little weird at first. But Phil's butt tasted sort of sweet. And I was so horny as fuck that I did not care what I was doing anymore. In fact, Phil was so loud that Mark stuck his cock back in Phil's throat without any mercy. And that brutality got me even hotter. 

I smacked Phil's buttocks hard. Every time I did, the pucker flinched. Earning me a burst of mean maniacal approving laughter from Mark.
"Mark, I think I got Philly wet enough for your rod, bro!... Go nail him to the bed!" I gasped hotly at Mark. Sitting upright on my knees behind Philip. Letting my hot dick slide up and down through his butt-crack a few times.

"You can fuck him too if you want, Benny!... Go stuff your dick right up there, little bro... Look, he is already gaping open for you!" breathed Mark, impressed.
"Nah... I think I will save myself for some poor sod like... Ummm?... I don't know... like?..." I muttered, not really knowing whom I'd rather screw right now. 

Mark meanly smacked my ass, and I shot forward. As I toppled over, my cock disappeared into Philip's rectum. He took the unexpected onslaught well. But then again, I had made that hole of Philip pretty slick already.
"Attaboy!... Fuck him, kid... fill that man-cunt!" joked Mark, nasty at me. Watching my dick penetrate its first asshole. Well, I had butt-fucked one of the girls I had been with. But this felt much better. At that point, I suddenly realized that I wanted a boyfriend rather than a girlfriend. Thinking that a man could give me what I had been missing.

Philip turned around with a dirty grin on his face.
"Wow, fucker... You didn't waste any time now, did you?... Feels real nice, though, little bro... You have a nice big dick, man... Go on fuck me a little, Benny... Or do you rather have that Theo from next door?"
I was a little embarrassed now. Because it was true. I had been thinking of Big-T all this time.

When I looked at both guys, I smirked, "Nah... I think I'll let you guys finish this on your own... I had way too much fucking fun today already." I softly pumped Phil's hot man-hole with some long and tender strokes. Riding my first ass for little less than a minute or so before pulling out with a plop.

God, that hot moist asshole felt so great on my dick. I was sad to leave it. But I just had to stop myself, for now, I told myself. My time would come. Kissing both guys, I thanked them for their help and understanding. Wishing them a hot and heavy session and telling them I would leave the door open to listen in.

After I had left, the two lovers loudly screwed each other's brains out. This coming-out party had gotten them hot to the point of self-combustion. They flip-fucked each other for two hours straight. Their moans, grunts, heavy breathing, and dirty talking, filled the entire bedroom floor.

I had finally texted Theo my phone number with the kinky selfie-pic showing a little nipple when I got back to my own bedroom. Right when the guys had one of their loud orgasmic highs.
Soon I got a text back from Theo, "- Shit, dude... Are you getting fucked, or what?... What the hell is going on over there?... I can't sleep with a hard-on, Ben! -"
I texted him back, "- Do you need me to come over and stroke one out for you, Theo?... By the way, Big-T, nope... That's not me, but my brother, who's having all the fun... It may take a while... So stroke'em, if you got'em. -"

Yelling down the hall to Mark and Philip, "... Guys... Theo says he'd like to join you two as well!"
My bedroom window was still open, so Big-T heard me loud and clear. Philip yelled back, "... Invite him over... He can do you... We'll make it a double date!" The two army studs laughed dirty. And fucked a little more loudly.

Theo texted a blushed-face emoji, several eggplants, and a smacking lips emoji.
I texted back, "- ... Slap on some leather jeans, Big-T, and I'll be over in a hot sec... #joke. -"
"- Fuck... that's nasty... But we could surely hook up sometime... Love to beat up your ass with this. -" Theo added his pre-cum oozing dick pic to this text.

"- Sorry, stud... have to get a rain-check... Too tired to pop another load... Close your window, Theo... Sounds like there is a thunderstorm about to roll in... Talk to you tomorrow, Big-T... XXX. -"
"- Sleep well then, bud... Here's dreaming of your skinny ass. -" texted Theo to me, "- We really could try this... if you want to, buddy... I am always horny. -"

Theo had never called me his buddy before. Yeah, that Big-T was always horny. I knew that already. Scarcely a weekend went by that I didn't hear Theo's headboard banging against my bedroom wall. I had even seen him a few times getting head from some floozie or his mates in our back alley behind the dumpster. 

Heck, I had even caught him doing some of his own cousins a few times. Railing their asses behind his stepdad's parked trailer in the back alley. Theo just could not help himself. I guessed it was true what he told me earlier; "If there is a hole to fill..." Yeah, Big-T would not mind filling it. But would he really like to do me too? He had just told me I was too skinny. However, he also enjoyed my new tougher look. But Theo had always been so mean to me, growing up as kids on the same street. This was quite a turnaround from the bully I knew. I laughingly thought, "Nothing new there then... He'd still beat your ass, kid!... Best get to training hard and bulk up some muscles first."

I readied myself for bed. Putting my new leather jacket back on as a sort of pajama top. It felt warm and comfortable. Because the weather outside had cooled down dramatically during the thunderstorm.

I fell into an uneasy sleep with the smell of leather in my nostrils. With Theo's oozing cock pic burning on my retinas. And with all the horny impressions from today still floating through my brain. Despite all the loud fuck noises coming from Mark's room. I had fastened Jeff's metal-studded cockstrap tightly around my cock and balls. 

The dream sequence spiraled out of control quite quickly. From what started as a nice wet dream right down to a fucking weird nightmare.

At first, I was watching some biker men from a distance. They were dressed in their coolest leather and denim gear. Joking about and teasing each other sexually. Grasping balls and punching guts just for laughs. I was far enough away for them not to notice me pervertedly watching them. All of a sudden, one of them yelled in my direction, "... What are you looking at, kid?... "

I tried to run away. But as happens so many times in weird dreams like this, I could not move. And they gained on me. Shouting obscenities. Threatening me with heaps of pain.

Suddenly the scene changed, and I ran straight into the arms of Theo's gang. They were all dressed in their leathers as well. But carrying bloodied baseball bats with nails hammered through them. As if they just had fought out some gang war.

I got caught and handed over to a black Jamaican man. Who put a collar around my balls. Attaching a dog leash on it. Parading me naked down the streets to Watermann's dungeon. The public watched me walking naked outside. They humiliated me. Telling me that I would just have to do what these horn-dogs wanted from me. I was their fuck-toy now.

The dream scene changed again. Now I was at Watermann's gym. Hank handed the mean Jamaican man some keys. Telling me to hurry up and wishing me a pleasant lesson. With a burst of booming maniacal laughter. The leather guys yanked on the chains around my balls and neck. As I struggled against them. Theo, telling me meanly to just give in. It would all be over much more quickly that way.

The group of ten or twelve mean muscular butch alpha tops dragged me down the stairs. Kicking and screaming. I was calling for Theo, for Mark, for Philip. But no one came to rescue me. I got so angry with them. From a far distance away, I heard Mark and Philip rudely having sex. Telling me to just let it happen naturally and not to fight it. Laughing meanly at me.

I got slammed down onto a narrow black leather-covered table. I could not remember where I had seen it before. But feeling that it boasted nothing good was for sure. Theo's gang threatened me. I got punched, kicked, and humiliated. Yanking on the chain attached to my balls. It was really uncomfortable, and yet the pain felt nice as well. "That was not right..." I thought, "... How can pain feel nice?"

Still, I wanted to get away from the onslaught. I wanted to dive off the table - anything to escape. But the group of mean dominating leather men would not let me. Jeff Skyler's voice entered my dream, "... You're not going anywhere, kid... And you can't get away from me again!... I am going to fuck you until you bleed, Benny."

I defiantly thought I could get away. But this time, I could not. They had tied both my legs along the long side of the table. Just my cock and ass were sticking over the edge of it.

In the dream, one by one, these brutal fuckers used all my holes. Making me scream like the kid in that picture. "Fuck, that is it... I had seen this before," I thought to myself.
"Be brave, Ben... You're much butcher than you give yourself credit for!" said Theo's voice.
"You want to play with leather men... Well, you got to suffer the consequences!" commanded another voice. 

He had lain his entire body weight on my back. "Are you ready for this, little man?" asked the man pinning me down. I looked around, and in terror, I saw the biggest cock I had ever seen. Not only 13 inches long but as wide as a baseball bat. It was Tylor, my next-door neighbor and Theo's stepfather. He grinned meanly. Ordered the gathered men to hold me down so he could... he could... Oh god, no!... He would not... Would he?

I screamed as the 13-inches baseball bet of Tylor ripped my ass open. Pressing so hard against my prostate that he made me cum with every mean deranged thrust inside me. Slamming his balls hard against mine. Making them turn blue with pain.

The dream ended when someone lay next to me on the table. Slowly stroking my sweaty body. Calming me down with sweet soothing words whispered in my ear.
My arms tried to push him away. My heart was racing, and my balls felt tight and tender.

It was after I heard my window closed that I opened my eyes. In shock, I realized I was perfectly safe. Laying in the warm embrace of Philip. He had crawled next to me onto my bed. Mark had shot the window to keep out the heavy thunderous rain falling outside now. Mark sat down on the bed, caressing my cum stained body. He smiled a little worried down at me.

"Nice dream, buddy?..." inquired Mark softly.
"Oh, god, NO!... I was getting manhandled by a bunch of leather guys down in Watermann's dungeon," I sobbed, distraught.
"We thought so... You were talking in your sleep... But we did not want to wake you up right away... You were coming so incredibly hard... Look, your spunk flew all the way in your hair," said Philip grinning dirty at me. Wiping some off the leather jacket and from my chest. Letting me lick my own cum off his fingers. I grabbed his hand and cleaned him up.

"Wow... that must have been some nightmare," gasped Mark as he lay down on the other side of me. The single bed was creaking under the weight of the 3 of us. Philip just tenderly opened the Velcro cockstrap and gave my balls a bit more room. That felt much better. Apparently, I had put the metal-studded cockstrap on much too tight. Philip bent down and started tenderly licking my balls. Mark kissed me and licking some jizz off my face as well.

"We need to show you how to shave them," told Philip laughingly after plucking a hair off his tongue.
"Oh shut up, Philly... Just clean my dick, man!... You know you want to!" I commanded at the fucker.
"Sir, Yes Sir!... Commencing the cock cleaning now!... Sir!" joked Philip with a dirty grin and a little salute.

Even Mark kissed me. Eating the cum-spray off my face and chest. Working his way down my body. Philip did the same, going up. The two army officers met in the middle. They lay on my belly, ravaging each other like puppy's in heat. When they realized I was still there, the muscular men looked lovingly up at their little bro. They scooted up beside me. Then they took it, in turn, to kiss me dearly. Their strong arms wrapped tightly over me as they lay on my chest. Protecting me from any and all harm.

As nice as this felt, I told them resolutely that I was fine now. Asking Mark and Philip to find a different place to go to sleep. Thanking Mark for coming home early and for his understanding. Saying that he was probably the only one I felt safe to talk to about this. Mark nodded understandingly as the three of us got up. 

Philip and Marked jumped in the shower to clean up. I took a wicket piss at the same time. Watching the lovers soaping each other up and washing the harder-to-reach spots. Having a little kinky fun doing so. Once the men had vacated the shower, I took a quick rinse as well. As the soothing warm water washed over me, Mark and Philip asked what I wanted to do the next few days. They were not due back on base until Wednesday evening next week.

"Shit..." I gasped.
"What?..." asked Mark, suddenly worried again.
"I forgot to tell you... I got Hank Watermann to sign me up for free bodybuilding and workout lessons... On Friday afternoons and Wednesday mornings." I said worriedly, "... But I don't have any workout clothes that fit this new look I am going for."
"Well, that settles it then... We are going to have a long day shopping tomorrow... And we need to get you a much cooler haircut as well!" said Philip, overjoyed. This was clearly his thing. He liked to shop and help to spruce up people.

"But... Guys, I am not even sure if I can safely go back to that place?... Jeff may still be out there!" I said uncomfortably.
"Not to worry... Philly and I could do with a workout ourselves as well... So we will go there with you, Benny!" said Mark reassuringly.

We toweled dry, and each of us went to our own beds. Finally, the rest returned to the Long residence. Even though the night was pretty short. We had screwed around until the early hours of the night, after all.

Early the next morning, I walked in on Philip in the bathroom. He was cleaning his ass with a device I had never seen before. The whole situation was a bit embarrassing. Watching Philip pump the weird-looking shower nozzle in and out of his bottom.

"Morning, Benny... Come on in, kid... Don't be so abashed... We're all gay friends here... Nothing odd is going on, bro... Just washing my insides out... You got to keep clean if you want to be safe!" said Philip noticing my shocked and questioning look.
"Are you sure?... I can come back and shave later if you want... Just lock the door next time, man!" I asked, worried.

"No!... You just go right ahead, Benny... Maybe you can pick up some pointers while you watch me, son... I really don't mind... I'd rather you learn from your brother or me anyway," said Philip calmly. Letting a little stream of water squirt out his ass.
I took out my shaving stuff and trimmed my stubble. Leaving a bit around my chin and cheeks at Phil's suggestion.

"Oh... yeah, kid!... That looks a little more rugged on your baby-face." smiled Philip.
"Philip?..." I asked tentatively.
"Yeah, boy?..." answered Philip, surprised.
"I've got a name... Ummm... I mean... Could you stop calling me kid, son, or boy, please?" I said a little shamefully.

"Sure... I am sorry... did not mean any disrespect... But to me, you will always be Mark's little brother, you know... Heck, I would have loved having a gay brother of my own." laughed Philip defusing the whole situation.
"Can you hand me my shaving bag, please, Benny?... I think you're not quite done shaving yet," said Philip with a smirk looking at my crotch. "Have you ever shaved your cock and balls before, Ben?... Do you want me to show you how?" asked Philip calmly.

It got me a little nervous again. And that in turn got Phil a little angry, "God damn kid!... I had that thing of yours up my ass... Drop that silly neurotic look and strip off!" commanded Philip. "I am only going to show you how to safely shave those nuts of yours, bro... I am not asking you to marry me!"

Philip was right, of course. But it was oh so easy to fall back into the shy and nervous state of mind. After seventeen years, I had gotten used to that attitude.
I handed Phil his shaving bag, straightened up my shoulders, and dropped my boyish briefs. Kicking them casually into the laundry hamper with my foot. Earning me a laugh from Philip.

He took a washcloth and wet my crotch with it. Then Phil applied a thin layer of shaving cream. Saying that, he liked to use un-perfumed stuff. Because he did not want his balls tasting of anything else than his manly sweat.
Even though he said it jokingly, I made a mental note of it. Watching how Philip put a fresh blade in the safety razor. And proceeded with deliberate strokes to trim the hairs off my cock and balls.

Mark had also walked into the shower room and watched the spectacle from a distance. Noticing that I was struggling to keep my composure, he walked up and grabbed me from behind. One arm tightly over my chest and shoulder and the other pressing my back to his naked hips.

"bud, you're trembling like a leave... What's wrong?" asked Mark, concerned.
"Shit, bro... I'm having a hard time not getting a boner... Philly here is yanking my cock this way and that way." I gasped.
"Take a deep breath and let him do his job!" ordered Mark, semi sternly.
"Actually... It would help if you got a little hard, Benny," said the lieutenant.

Mark looked over my shoulder at my prick, shouting, "Attention!" And my dick complied instantly. Springing to full attention in a split second. Philip smiled up at me and gave the private a little salute.
"At ease, soldier!... Operation, shaving private Ryan!" joked Mark as he kissed my neck and slit his rockhard manhood up and down my ass-crack.

I gave in. Telling Philip not to remove all my pubes just to trim the bush a bit. After he was done, he washed away the last of the shaving cream with the washcloth. Then giving my dick-head a hot tease with his tongue.
Thinking the lads were done with 'Private Ryan' I started to walk away. But Mark grabbed me around the middle from behind and bent me over.

"Now for that ass-crack!... Philip... Lather him up and shave his ass too!" commanded my brother to his boyfriend. And Philip grinningly trimmed each, and every straggling hair between my buttocks clean off as well.
After that, I got placed in the shower cubicle. The soothing lukewarm water splashing against my buttocks felt real nice.

"Still not done!" announced Mark. He looked at Philip's metal anal shower douche. Removing it, Mark screwed on a flexible silicone one of his own. It was short, thin, and had one small opening at the top. Whereas Philip's was a lot thicker and had 3 holes in the metal side. Mark showed me how little water he was actually using before sliding it just past my sphincter. 

Oh, God, it was an odd feeling, getting filled with water like that. And I was worried sick that a lot of dirt would come out with it. "Mark... Please, man... I don't want to make a mess." I nervously asked him to stop.
"That's the whole point, Benny... You need to learn how to clean yourself properly... It's better to lose the crap here than on some guy's dick!" sighed Philip understandingly.

I took hold of the nozzle and cleaned myself out for the first time.
"You do this every time you have sex with each other?" I asked after I was done. "I guess I need to get me one of my own then!..." I said confidently.

"Yeah... We'll put it on the shopping list," answered Mark in glee. Who had stepped under the shower now as well.
"Oh yes... I forgot... You guys wanted me to go shopping with you... But, I fear I spend most of my money on that expensive leather jacket I bought yesterday." I gasped in shock.

"Not to worry, Benny... I spoke with dad this morning... And he has sent me some money to get you some new clothes... Well, a lot, actually."
"SHIT, MARK!... What have you done!... What have you told them?... Don't get them worried now... Or they will be on their way home today!... Please, tell me you didn't say I was gay!... Did You?... Did You!... Shit... Oh... Fucking shit... Oh... MARK, what have you done?" I was crying, kicking, and screaming in shock.

Mark just smiled softly as he hugged me. Reassuring me that he did nothing of the sort. And that Mom and Dad had suspected nothing. "Dad was actually very pleased you wanted a different, tougher look... I told him you had an expensive taste for leather jackets... And dad just burst out laughing," said Mark proudly. "He understood it and send 2500 dollars right away for a completely new wardrobe."
"Shit, with that kind of cash, I can buy myself a new moped!... Or a cheap motorcycle even..." I gasped.

Philip laughed. "Ha... Maybe I can help you there too, Ben... I have a Honda cross bike that I don't use anymore... But let's focus on your new look today... We can go through your clothes and chuck out what doesn't look cool enough... Then we will know what to buy this afternoon."

Philip ran his fingers lovingly through my hair. "Ben, I've made you an appointment with Johnny... He is the best hairdresser and tattoo artist that I know... He freed up his busy calendar to take you this morning as a special favor to me... I think you could do with a trim up there as well!... He is an ex of mine... But we are still very close friends... Actually, he has tattooed Mark too."

"Can I get a tattoo as well?" I asked Mark wide-eyed. Hoping against hope that he would say yes.
"No chance, bro!... Dad would bury me alive with a nuke up my ass!" laughed Mark in shock.
"Maybe we can start you off with a tiny earring..." suggested Philip tentatively. Gauging Mark's reaction, I thought he would let me get my ears pierced if I really wanted to.

I took a deep, steadying breath and excitedly followed the guys to my bedroom. There we talked about what I was looking for and what I wanted in terms of hairstyle. The three of us were a bit giddy about the whole prospect of getting me a completely new butch look. The men fully understood why I desperately wanted something other than the old-fashioned boyish clothing my mother had bought me until now.

Mark had even brought some of his old gear out of the recycling bag from the attic. I put on a pair of Mark's thin leather party jeans he had only worn a couple of times. I did not even know he had leather gear. The jeans fit me remarkably well. I tried on a white short-sleeved denim shirt over it, to the great delight of both men. Philip handed me my leather jacket to put on over this combo.

"Okay... Yeah... that is sort of the look I would go for... But this is a bit too much leather... This is way too gay for my taste," I gasped with a hard cock that desperately wanted to escape the leathers.
"Right... I think I know what you're getting at, Ben... Let's try this with a denim jacket and some sneakers, or so... Just to see if that tones it down enough for you," suggested Philip. I took another look in the recycling bag with Mark's old clothes. In there, I found a plain black cotton bomber jacket instead.

"Hell yeah!..." The guys exclaimed as I put it on with my new Rayban aviator glasses. "I think Theo won't be able to resist you in those, bro!... Very cool and fuckable indeed!" gasped Mark and Philly beaming at me in glee.

To the amazement of the men, I took off the leather pants and put them aside. Telling the guys I needed a pair of pants, I could easily get in and out of while shopping for clothes. They nodded understandingly. Mark walked to his room and handed me his black Nike running pants. I put a pair of white trainers on to complete the look: young, sporty, and yet a little cool. With the bomber jacket, it still made for a sexy outfit. At least much more so than the nerdy stuff I was used to wearing.

Elated, we walked outside after breakfast. The three of us jumped into Mark's Mustang. Making our way to the state's capital to have a long shopping spree.
Right when we were about to drive off, Theo walked over to us.

"Where are you horny gents taking my boy?" joked Big-T sternly at Mark and Philip.
"Take a good look, Theo... You won't recognize Benny after he gets his hair cut, and we get this stud a proper cool outfit to wear!" answered Mark with a dirty grin.
"Cool, I can't wait!... Have fun, guys!" shouted Theo as Philip floored Mark's Ford Mustang out of our street.

< Continued in Dreaming of Leather men - part 3 of 8 >

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