Dreaming of Leather men

Introduction - Dreaming of Leather men: 
Benson Long dreaded the early return of his parents. As well as the continued negative comments from the neighbor from up the street. And he was right to do so. Benny's mother wasn't at all pleased with his new look on life. It turned into quite the domestic drama. Making him run away from home.
This is an 8 part series describing the fun Benny had discovering his preferences.

A Doctor's visit and a Knife fight.

The early return of my parents from their holiday had gone as I had expected it would. Very badly. They had interrupted their vacation because mom had the idea something was up with her little boy. In a way, that was true. But it was not what she had feared. Dad was chuffed with the progress I had made. Mom was horrified by my new look and attitude toward life. Even though I had finally managed to shed the crippling shyness and gained the toughness I had been looking for. It had plagued me for many years. But, a few days after my first sexual encounter with a gay butch leather-clad biker at the gym, most of that was miraculously gone. 

Around 4 o'clock, my mother came back home from a visit to her friend Karen McDougal from up the street. When she walked back into our kitchen, she had a very odd expression on her face. Like she knew something I did not know. I ignored her as she stormed upstairs without saying anything to us.

Mark and I prepared dinner as our neighbor, Tylor Cummingham, chatted with Doug. We had to do that in hushed tones because the men discussed the plans for the gym. Tylor filled in the blanks. Telling my dad about the way Jeff Skyler squealed like a pig when he and his mates had raided his apartment. They were in search of evidence of his wrongdoings and found plenty of that. Theo's stepdad even explained how Jeff Skylar had begged for forgiveness and willingly signed all the extorted properties over. In a plea to let him go unharmed. Well, unharmed may have been wishful thinking on his part. Tylor Cummingham, and his kickboxing friends, had their way with - the scared to death - Skylar.

Dad was pretty impressed by how I had handled myself and the general plans I had come up with for the gym. It was well past 6 when dad had to call upstairs to mom to tell her dinner was ready. She came downstairs with all kinds of stuff she found in Mark's and my room. As well as my helmet and biker jacket. She was clearly infuriated with us. Mark whispered to dad, "Oh god... Here we go!"

Mom positioned herself across from Mark and me at the dinner table. She asked us, "What the heck is this?" Eileen slammed a large black sex toy onto the dinner table.
"Well, mom..." said Mark, unimpressed by her scowling attitude, "That is called a dildo... It is mine... It's a toy I like to use from time to time when I have sex." Despite Mark being 25, she acted as if he was still a virgin. You could see our mother thinking in revulsion. Squinting severely over at us. She assumed that Mark did not have sex. He didn't even have a girlfriend. The subject of sex was a tender one at the best of times with our mom.

"And how about this then?" she slammed the stained piercing from Doc Brown on Mark's plate.
"Well, mom, that belongs to a friend of mine... He must have taken it off when he took a shower yesterday," said Mark looking puzzled over at me.
"He took it off this morning, actually, mom... Nice fellow, very clean and propper," I said with the slightest hint of a smirk back to Mark.

"And what do you need these for?" asked mom, throwing my classic black leather biker jacket and helmet at me in anger.
I had to think quickly for an answer. Then, deciding that the simple truth would be the best way forward, I said, "... I bought them Thursday, so I have something protective to wear on my new motorcycle... Mark has an army colleague that did not want the bike anymore... And I could use it for school and my part-time jobs," I answered as calmly as I could manage.
"Sure... and what about this stuff?" asked mom, bewildered. Dropping condoms and a bottle of anal lube on my plate. Breaking it in half. "... Do you need these for school too?"
"Well, If I meet someone I like, then I may need them, yes... Better to be safe than sorry, right?... How old were you when you started dating, mom?..." I asked, fairly unfazed by all of this. But pretty sure that she figured out I was not as innocent as I tried to let on.

It was not until my assless briefs got flung over the dinner table that I broke. Then, I bruskly got up from my chair, gathered up my belongings, and went upstairs.
Getting up from the dinner table was very much not done in our family. And mom reacted accordingly. Screaming at the bottom of the stairs for me to come back down this instance. I did not. Dad and Mark cleaned the table up and proceeded with dinner as if nothing happened. Mark had quietly put his dildo away. Giving dad an apologetic look. He just shook his head. As much to say as; I don't mind, son.

Mom had joined the guys for dinner a little later. Red-eyed and fuming. They were already having dessert when I finally came back down again. Wearing my thin leather jacket, my back-to-front baseball cap, and my pointy cowboy boots. Dressed to provoke a reaction. I was clutching my terminator sunglasses and a stack of letters.

"Where do you think you're going, Benson?... You're grounded until your birthday!" shouted mom, outraged.
As soon as she had said it, my father overruled her. Then, yelling at his wife, "... Oh... NO!... HE... IS... NOT!... That's enough, Eileen!... Sit back down and finish your dessert... Let Benny do his thing, woman!" Ordinarily, mom wore the pants in this house. But I was grateful for Doug to step in the way that he did. Usually, he left the raising of his boys up to Eileen.

"I am going out to post some letters... And you better not go through our private things again, Mrs. Long-Slith," I said aggressively to her. Then, putting on the sunglasses as I proceeded to the door.
But she called me back and shouted, "... Oh, no, your not, Benson Robert Patrick Long!... You have insulted Karen McDougle, and you can't have anything to post at this time of day!"

I showed her a stack of letters and rapidly told her, "I need to get these posted today... So I can get my motorcycle license, and the insurance sorted out... I also need to get the application to the Business and Management college out asap." I said clearly, "And I am going to make some other changes to my life as well, mom... I am changing doctors... I am going to buy my own clothes from now on... Pick my own friends... And go my own way!..." My father looked stinking proud at me for standing up for myself. Although, he frowned a little when I said I changed doctors too.

"And what is wrong with the clothes I bought you?" asked Eileen angrily.
"They are the sole reason I got bullied this bad... All due respect, Mom, but you got no sense of taste!"
"Benson, you're not going to a new doctor either!" told Eileen resolutely.
I gruffly told her, "You're too late, mom... I already left your doctor, mom... I was never able to relate to that old geezer... I found a very good younger doctor who understands me much better."
"Our doctor is just 57!... And who is that new doctor anyway?" Eileen demanded to know.
Mark interjected calmly, "Doctor Brown is an army surgeon and my GP in the hospital near my base... I recommended him to Benny." I surreptitiously winked at Mark.

"Well, I don't care!..." Eileen yelled at the top of her lungs. "...You are NOT going to leave this house dressed like... like... like a gang member!... Benson Robert Patrick Long!... Or you're no son of mine if you do!" said my mom sternly, clasping at straws now that she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

Oh, that got me so pissed off at her. So here I was, dressed in my new clothes, and mom only saw what she wanted to see. Finally, I was done with this whole situation. Feeling thoroughly unloved by my own mother, who did not want to know that I was much happier now. I had figured out why the last 7 or 8 years had been hell. And I had finally done something about it.

Enraged, I replied, "In that case, Mrs. Long-Slith, I will go and look for a different place to stay... I'll be back for my personal belongings later, farewell!..." I called hurt. Stepping resolutely out the backdoor. Handing Mark the key to his bedroom in the process. I had locked our rooms to keep mom out.

I got on my bicycle and left home in anger. Badly needing to clear my brain of what just happened. I got to the main post office on the other side of town, dropped off my letters, and jumped back on my bicycle. Not really knowing where I could go from there. I cruised around downtown and the harbor for a bit until it turned dark. My phone was deliberately left at home in my locked bedroom. I had bolted everything that had a lock. Even the jewelry box in my desk draw with Theo's signet ring in it. I did not want to be found. Eventually, I ended up at the local KFC for some dinner.

I sat there for hours. At some point, I saw one of Theo's cousins driving frantically around the area on his moped. He was clearly looking for something. A few moments later, a familiar guy drove by. I thought I recognized one of Tylor's cage-fighting friends. He looked through the windows of the KFC and drove out of sight again. At least that was what he was thinking. I sat at the counter and had a good view of my surroundings. I saw the guy make a frantic telephone call. Moments later, Mark's Ford Mustang screeched to a halt out front. The waitress behind the counter got her knickers in a twist when Mark, Theo, and Tylor ran inside. She thought she was going to be the victim of a late-night robbery or something like that.

The waitress screamed in shock as Theo threw the first punch. He hit me hard in the lower back. Theo hooked his big arm around my neck. Suppressing me to the point of choking me. The waitress had already picked up the phone to call 911. But Tylor cut her off.

Mark half-shouted at me, "Benny, we were worried sick!... Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again, bro!..." 
Theo had hooked his strong arms around my front. Letting his forehead lean on the back of mine. Theo did not want to hurt me after all. He just wanted me to remain where I was - safe in his arms. 

Tylor finally managed to calm the waitress down. Explaining to her that they thought I had run away from home. I ordered the men a box of chicken nuggets each and a soda pop to drink. Telling them that I just wanted a bit of peace and quiet. To think things over. Nothing much was said after that. The guys clearly did not want to pose any intrusive questions.

As we walked out of the KFC, Theo lay his muscular arm as a warm shawl across my neck.
"I'll ride with Benny, guys," he told Mark and his stepdad.
"Can Benny stay with your boy, Tylor?" asked Mark, "I think our mom and dad have a lot to work through tonight."
"Sure! No problem at all, Mark... Jesmin loves having him over anyway... That is... If Benny wants that too?" smiled Tylor. I said nothing. I Just got on my bicycle as I paddled home with Theo on the back. Mark had dropped Tylor off at the Cumminghams. As soon as we stepped inside their kitchen, Mark hugged me dearly.

"God, you got me worried there, Benny... I don't know what I would do without you, kiddo!" Finally, I broke down completely, falling to the floor, bawling my eye's out. The Cumminghams let me. Theo and Mark helped me up and comforted me as best they could. But at this point, there was no consoling me. I was tired, hurt, afraid, and disgusted at my mother's behavior.

Theo scooped me up in his muscular arms and carried me all the way up the stairs to his bedroom. Jesmin and Theo helped me out of my clothes and put one of Theo's sweatpants on me. My man lay down next to me as his mom kissed us goodnight. That was just the right amount of motherly love I had been missing today. With that, I dropped right off to sleep in Theo's arms.

Theo had a beautiful smile on his face the next morning when I finally opened up my eyes again. Well, it was past noon at that point.
"Morning, love..." said my man very softly. Wiping the hair off my face. He stroked the hand over the back of my head. Moving down my neck and shoulder. Over my side and all the way down to my thigh. Gosh, I felt so loved and secure at that moment. It made me close my eyes again in pleasure. I must have dozed off anew. Because the next time that I woke up, I felt Theo's lips nibble on my buttocks. Giving me tender love bites and little kisses. I just had to let him continue. Theo made me feel so nice. I lay on my front and pushed the sweatpants down a little more to give my stud better access.

Theo got the hint and pulled the sweatpants all the way off. He lay himself between my spread legs and continued his kissing and licking. But in such a tender loving way that it gave me goosebumps in anticipation.
Our fingers locked along my sides as I pulled my knees up. My buttocks naturally spread apart, and Theo saw his price. He kissed the inside of my butt-crack and flicked his tongue ever so softly over the rose butt.
"Oh yeah... Lick my hole, stud... mmm... So nice... Oh God, Big-T... Ooh..." It gave me shivers. This was one damned fine way of waking up.

The stud rimmed my hole. Letting his tongue do the talking. I twisted my ass in the air and pulled Theo over my back. He seemed a bit reluctant. But I was adamant that my man took my hole this morning. I just wanted his love. Theo placed his hands on either side of me as he rubbed his hot hard-on gently through my butt-crack.
"Go for it, Big-T..." I sighed in longing anticipation, "Lay down on me and let's make love, stud... Nice and slow..."
"Oh, Ben Benny Benson... Are you sure, baby?" asked Theo carefully.
"We can talk, or we can do!..." I said as I pushed Theo's arms from under him. Making him plop onto my back. I felt Theo guide his cock to my asshole, and lovingly he penetrated me. No hesitation, but one long slow push all the way up. I just let out a steady sigh as Theo filled my boy-cunt with his black rod again.

"Gosh, Benny..." said Theo twisting his hips slowly up and down. Screwing me with long, deliberate strokes.
"I thought you wanted to be a top, Boo?" sighed my man.
"Hmmm, I am, stud... You just don't realize that I am calling the shots here... Sex is more than whips and paddles, you know... I just like to have your strong muscled body and that big black cock... Who needs blankets when I can have you keep me warm, love?" I softly suggested to Theo.
It made him horny as fuck. He franticly started kissing my back and neck. Theo nibbled on my ear and moaned sweet nothings to me. And that got me going too. I pushed up as Theo drove his dick down deep inside. Faster and faster, he nailed me.
"God, I am about to cum!" announced Theo after a while.
"Shoot it over my tongue, stud... I'd like my morning milk, please..." I moaned horny back to him.

Theo pulled out and rolled me over. Straddling his legs on either side of my torso. With his hands on the headboard, he lowered his cock till it touched my lips.
He jerked himself off over my face. God, this man had a beautiful tool. Theo looked dirty down at me. He grunted as I stretched my tongue out to catch his spunk. But before he did, I stuck my thumb in my mouth to wet it. Then, carefully inserted it into my favorite black hole. Pressing my thumb up against his prostate as I fingered Theo. Theo saw stars pop in front of his eyes and barked, "Oh, God... Ben... Oh, Benny... Fuck Benson!... Here... it... comes!..." The 19-year-old shot stream after stream into my mouth. It seemed there was no end to his supply of man-juice. Finally, Big-T collapsed in a heaving mess of man onto my chest. With him panting hard.

I gave him a few minutes, looked up, and asked, "Was that good for you, Papi?... It worked for me, stud!" I said, smacking my lips. Theo smiled and slid down my body to lay on top of me. I grabbed one of his buttocks and guided my dick to his black hole. He looked a little surprised at me, grinned, and sat on it.
"Hmmm, this is nice, Theo... You do know what I like."
We fucked a little longer, and I pulled the duvet up over our bodies with my leg, saying, "Nice and slow, stud... I am not quite awake yet."
Theo let his body glide up and down over mine. Screwing himself ever so gently. I closed my eyes and held my man in a strong embrace. Ten minutes or so later, my hips pressed upward. My balls drew tight, and my dick twitched. I shot a morning load into my man. 

With a proud look on his face, Theo rolled off me. Then, exclaiming, "Fuck, that was hot!... I have never slept with a guy before... I mean, actually sleeping in the same bed with someone... I normally do a dump and run." Theo looked a bit embarrassed at his own words.
"I think we have a good thing going here, T," I sighed as I got up out of bed.
"We sure do... I just wished I had made my move on you years earlier!" sighed Theo.
"Ha... yup... We have a lot of catching up to do!" I joked.
I put on my shorts and jeans and asked Theo if he could show me the bathroom, so we could wash up before going downstairs.

We washed, got dressed, and arrived in the Cumminghams's kitchen just in time for lunch. Theo's stepsisters, Mary, Zoey, and Lily, were already seated. And Jesmin kissed me good morning when I walked past. When I sat in Tylor's seat, Lily climbed on my lap. She must have sensed that I was dreading going home because the little girl asked, "Are you sad, Benson?" She lay her head against my chest and put her arms around me. Not one to miss a chance for a hug, Mary climbed onto Theo's lap and hugged him tightly too. Then, looking up at him, she boldly asked her stepbrother, "Are you two boyfriends now?... Did you have sex together?... Did that make Benson unhappy, Theo?" Theo was taken aback by this forward question of his 5-year-old little stepsis.

Bewildered, Theo looked over at his mom and me. Not really knowing what he was supposed to tell his little sisters. I nodded to him. And Theo told the triplets the truth. "Yes, we are boyfriends, Mary... I like to think I made Benny happy... He is just a bit worried, I guess."
I added, "Yes, Theo was very nice to me... We made love. And that made me very happy... But that's our little secret, right girls?" Apparently, that was perfectly fine with the girls. Lily even gave me a tight squeeze.

"Ha, I think you may need to watch your sisters, Theo... I believe you've got competition for Benny's love," laughed Jesmin, looking at her girls. Then, handing Theo and me some buttered toast, scrambled eggs, and OJ. I smiled over at her in thanks. Then, asking her if it was okay that I did not call her 'aunty' anymore. Jesmin Cummingham smiled and agreed with that. Saying, "Oh yes, please dear... I never really liked that... But, of course, that was all your mom's idea... Just call me Jes or Jesmin... Or mom... ha ha ha."
Zoey wanted to know if I was going to live with them from now on. So Jesmin asked her with a smile on her face if she would like that. "Oh yes, mom!... I like Benson," she replied in an instant.
"Well, I am sorry, Zoey... I am not... But you will see a lot more of me around here," I said, winking at Theo.

The 5 of us finished lunch together. Afterward, Theo walked me to my backyard. Where I rummaged through my pockets to see if I had the keys and my wallet. To my surprise, I found Doc Browns Prins Albert piercing as well. I had pocketed it yesterday afternoon when mom had dropped it on the table. In shock, I showed it to Theo.
"Who's is that?..." he asked, stunned. I told Theo the story about the rump in the bathroom with Charles Brown yesterday morning and that he had taken the piercing off before he had screwed me. As soon as I told Theo that, I wanted to sink through the ground. Turning all red in the face. Knowing I had been unfaithful to Theo Cummingham within hours of becoming his boyfriend.

But Theo calmly answered, "Oh, Benny... I don't mind if you screw around with other guys... As long as you and I stay friends forever... I think I actually prefer it if we try an open relationship... What do you think, Boo?"
"I'd love that too... Sorry about it, though... I should have told you earlier... Let's not keep secrets from each other, stud." I replied and kissed Theo apologetically. While kissing him, I waved down the street. Theo looked surprised at me.
"Karen McDougle again!" I laughed. Theo twisted us around and also waved up at Karen.

Theo said his goodbyes and went about his business. Before getting back inside, I texted Charles Brown about his piercing being found by my mom. He instantly called me back.
"Oh God, Benson... Sorry about that... Mark had told me about that this morning... If you want, I can set up your hospital appointment for Thursday at 10:00 hours sharp... You can bring it with you then."
"Sounds great, sir... See you Thursday, Doc."

To my confusion, I found that the backdoor was unlocked when I went to put the key in it. My father was still home and working in his study. I had half expected him to have gone straight back to work. Now that his holiday was cut short. He greeted me warmly. Doug Long did not even show a hint of disapprovement of me running away or spending the night with Theo. In fact, I think he was a little proud of me for sorting things out this way. I asked him where mom was.

"Oh, hi, Benny... Nah... I decided to work from home for a couple of weeks... Making plans for the gym and the other properties... The office does not expect me back at work until after your birthday anyway... And your mom... Well, I have sent her away to your Aunt Marge and Uncle Ben to calm her nerves... Telling her not to come home until she is ready to apologize to you, Benny."

That afternoon I went over the initial plans with dad's builders and architect from work and Tylor Cummingham. The gym seemed to be built on the foundations of an old fish food factory. The concrete bunker underneath the gym had been used as deep freezer storage back then. It even used to have a ramp from the street down. I saw it marked on one of the blueprints. Suggesting, to the architect, that he could use it as a separate entrance to the planned men's club. The architect was a little astonished by my ability to read blueprints. Even more so after I implied a use for the basement's disused portion. Hinting that they could be turned into a dungeon maze with backrooms and the pump room for a pool.

We also discussed the overall look and feel of the gym. As well as the addition of an indoor pool and sauna to the complex. With passageways between the different areas. We talked over everything. Even about the way this upgrade could positively affect the entire appearance of Pride Street. Turning it into our town's hottest gay-friendly hangout- and workout spot. Seeing as there were a handful of other premises there that were signed over to dad's businesses as well. So the men set to work drawing up building plans. They actually invited Tylor and me to attend a site meeting with dad's contractors the next day. It was clear that Doug wanted Tylor and me to stay closely involved with this project.

Early on Thursday morning, I came downstairs for my doctor's appointment. I had planned to take the bus to the doctor. Instead, there she was, sitting in the kitchen having breakfast with my father as if nothing had happened. Mom had returned from her visit with her brother and aunt Marge. I did wonder if she would apologize to me. But I did not want to make a scene either. So I poured myself a small glass of water and walked over to the table to sit down for a moment. Kissing mom on the cheek and wishing her a pleasant - but tense - good morning.

She pretty sternly asked me if I wasn't going to have breakfast with them. I calmly answered that I could not. Because I had an appointment with my new doctor for some tests.
"What's wrong with you?... What tests?... Why?..." asked mom, faking concern. She is a nurse. So she damned well knew how doctors like to do their own tests rather than rely on their colleagues' results. So I had to explain that it was just routine. And that Doctor Brown wanted to have a take-in interview with me.

"I will drive you there then!... I need to see this person for myself," replied Eileen with a disturbing finality in her voice. I looked over at my father, and he just quickly pulled up his shoulders. Gesturing for me to just accept the ride. Originally I had planned to take the bus. But the car would be much quicker. So I reluctantly excepted mom's offer. She finished her breakfast and drove me over there. We arrived way too early as a result.

The trip to the hospital was made in an icy-cold silence. I walked over to the reception and felt mom's eyes take in what I was wearing. I wore the old-fashioned pleated khaki pants she had bought me years ago. As well as one of Mark's green army t-shirts. That much mom could live with. But the fact that I also wore the pointed cowboy boots and the thin leather jacket made her visibly sick to the stomach.

I handed my paperwork to the receptionist, and she looked over at my mother. Eileen was hovering behind me. Not at all comfortable in this military hospital. Even though she was a nurse herself.
"You can go through to room 234, in the west wing on the second floor... Take a seat in the waiting room, and Doctor Brown will call you in, Mr. Long," said the receptionist after checking my paperwork.
"Thank you, ma'am... 234, west wing, 2nd floor, Doc Brown," I replied, repeating her directions. That military efficiency made the receptionist smile. It was something I had learned from Mark.

Next, she directed her attention to my mother. Then, asking her sternly what she could do for Eileen. Without even waiting for an answer, she added, "You're not allowed to accompany Mr. Long... You must wait outside... But he won't be back for a few hours... Best to just go home, dear." The receptionist was very friendly. But her tone was very final. And when the receptionist saw my relieved look, she told me to go on my way. I nodded friendly and went up the west wing stairwell. Leaving my mother standing in the lobby without another word. I heard her argue with the receptionist until she was blue in the face. But I took no further notice of her.

I walked confidently into room 234. The thought of seeing Charley Brown again made me much more at ease than I normally would have done in new situations like this. So, with my head held high and a sense of belonging, I stepped inside. Two dozen army recruits stood at ease on either side of the large waiting room. The men were all around my age and dressed in combat uniforms. Sitting down on a sofa at the back, I looked around the room and then at my watch. It was quite a bit too early for my 10:00 AM appointment. So I sat down in the corner and observed these uniformed young men. Some also looked back at me, surprised by my appearance. The soldiers clearly had not expected to see a guy dressed in his leather jacket and cowboy boots to join them in the waiting room. I had the same kind of folder with paperwork as they did. So they must have thought that I was a recruit as well. I watched their confusement. And that gave me quite a bit of pleasure. Thinking I was going to have a bit of mischievous fun with these men.

"Pssst... You're supposed to come in your uniform," hinted one of them softly. Another was quite a bit more aggressive, "Dude, go stand over there... You're embarrassing us... You're a disgrace!"
I grinned internally and butchly stood up. Walked over to the grunt and intimidatingly stood toe to toe with him.
"Have you forgotten how to address an officer, soldier?" I bellowed in his face. Just as Doc Brown opened the door to his doctor's office. The recruit gulped and looked toward the captain.
I aggressively barked at the recruit, "... Eyes front, soldier... Attention!..." The entire room snapped to attention at that command.

"Captain Brown, Sir!... This is a little troublemaker!... Best process him first... Have fun soldier, I hear the captain isn't in a good mood... He is going to have to do a full ANAL exam on you ladies!... And you've just managed to piss him off before he even gets started on you lot."

Doc Brown had to suppress his laughter as the 24 recruits collectively clenched their buttocks. "Let's sort the boys from the men, Mr. Long," grinned the Doc. Then, telling me, "... Sent him through then, sir."
I bellowed at the guy, "... To the right!... march, 2, 3, 4... march, 2, 3, 4!" Inwardly laughing my ass off. And the recruit disappeared with the fear of God put into his soul when he entered Doc Brown's office.

I had a blast. Watching the nervous young men as they, one by one, waited to be called in for their physical examination. They did not come back this way, so they must have used a different exit. I thought that was good because they might have given my act away. 

Right around 10:00 o'clock, the last recruit got called into the office. I was the only one left in the waiting room. "Mr. Long... Front and center!... Ready for your anal exam, boy?" called Doc Brown. He grinningly held up a 2-foot double-ended dildo.
"Sir, Yes, please... Sir!" I snapped confidently. Making a half-hearted attempt at a salute. But our combined laughter rather messed that up as I stepped into his office with a naughty grin on my face. The Doc seemed very pleased to see me again.

I hung my coat on the door and set down across from Doc Brown at his desk.
"Good to see you again, buddy... How are you?... I hear that your mom isn't all that pleased about you switching doctors... I have your old file here... Lots of things are unclear... It doesn't even have your blood type!... So we are going to do some tests first if that's okay?... Benny," asked the doctor. I have never been able to relax at mom's old doctor, but Charles made me feel right at home. "This is the best change you've made so far," said my manly inner voice to me.
"It's all fine with me... Ummm... But what should I call you, sir?..." I asked, unsure.
"Doc or Doc Brown will do, Benson... But call me Charly if you want to get your ass nailed again." joked Doc Brown.

"Ha ha ha... Right then, Charly... Where do you want me?"
Charles Brown laughed very hard. Calling me a sneaky bastard. Saying that I needed to take off my shirt to get some bloodwork done. He called in a male nurse. Telling me that he wanted 'Dracula' to take a nibble first! Then, explaining that the results should be back from the lab before I would leave.
"Oh... that's right... Before I forget... Here is your jewelry back... You may want to get it sterilized before you use it again, Charly... No idea what mom has done with it..." I said, handing the big Prince Albert piercing back to Doc Brown.
"Ah yeah... Thanks, man... Again, sorry about that... I took it off and put it on the mirror shelf in your bathroom... I must have had a brain fart after fucking your nice tight ass!... You took it very well..."

The male nurse, that the Doc referred to as Dracula, came into the office and did his job. He was very good. So good, in fact, that he also took a sperm sample using nothing but the tip of his tongue. I got poked and prodded by Doc Brown and Dracula. And that in more ways than was medically necessary. Charly used his dick as a tongue depressor, and Dracula even injected some man juice up my backside. We had a blast of a time. After that, I got sent to the dietician and the physiotherapist. I even had a full-body MRI and an EKG. After 2 hours, I ended up in Doc Brown's waiting room again for the results. I got a clean bill of health. And a few prescriptions for the local pharmacy to help me bulk up my body more easily. Charley even handed me a checkup plan to monitor my workout progress. Dracula came back, and Charles asked me to strip off completely again. Flabbergasted, I did as I was told to do. Half expecting the two horny men wanting to go for round two on my ass.

"Bent over, Benny," ordered Doc Brown sternly. I bent forward and grabbed the back of my knees. Half expecting to get anal-lyzed by Charly or Dracula again.
"This is going to hurt, kid," joked the nurse as he gave me two mean stabs in the buttocks.
"What's that for?" I asked Charles in surprise, "Man, I had expected to get poked with something else than a needle." I said with a hint of disappointment.
"I am giving you some experimental medication... It should help your muscles absorb the meds I have prescribed ten times better..." explained the Doc calmly. "You will be sore and probably black and blue by tomorrow... But that's a small price to pay... Just make sure you do your workouts and take the meds as we told you to, boy!"
The male nurse gave me a stab in every major muscle group that I wanted to grow. Resulting in bruises where he had jabbed me.
As I left the hospital, I felt as if I had been in a cage fight. But the Doc was right. I would have done anything to gain the body strength I liked. But only under proper medical supervision.

On the way to the bus stop, I bumped into my brother. He looked like lightning was about to strike him.
"Hello, Sir..." I said jokingly and saluted Mark. Clicking the heels of my boots together. Mark looked up and wanted to fling himself around my neck. I stopped him because two high-ranking officers were walking in our direction. Mark and I stepped to the side and saluted them as they walked past.
"Hey, bro... What's up, Mark?" I asked, concerned.
"Hmmm... Philly is going to leave the army," sighed Mark, troubled. His eyes were moist. It was clear that he was confused by the whole situation. I wanted to give him a hug now too. But decided against it.
"Sorry to hear that, man... If you don't mind me asking, did Philip give a reason?"
"Because I asked him to marry me..." said Mark with a breaking voice. 

I put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Ah... Yeah, the army does not allow officers to have a relationship with subordinates... So Philly did it to protect you... But, what is he going to do now?... Does he have a new job yet?" My answer clearly made my brother think. Mark straightened up, thought for a moment, and said, "Gosh, Benny... You are too clever for your own good... You know that... Don't you?... No, Philip is still looking."
"Okay... Give him a phone call and ask if he likes to work for one of dad's companies... Heck, maybe he would even like to move over here... Ummm... Perhaps in that loft apartment on Starboard street... You know, Jeff Skyler's old place near the harbor... I hear dad is going to do it up and is looking for tenants... Got to run, bro ... There comes my bus!... Cheer up, Marky-Mark... We'll sort it out together!" Mark waved as the bus drove away. I could see the little chat had done wonders for his mood.

Even before I got back to town, Philip texted me. "Thanks for the suggestion... Your dad gave me a job as a property broker and tenant account manager... Your dad and I traded properties... I am moving into Starboard Street 409 as soon as it's renovated... Thanks for the help, buddy!... You've made Mark's day!... If you got any other brilliant ideas, do let your father know, son... He is so stinking proud of you, Benny."
I sent Philip a text back with a thumbs-up emoji. Getting off the bus at the pharmacist to fulfill my prescriptions and to change my doctor's address. This day could not have gotten any better. I had my rocks drained and was set on my path to gain some much-needed muscle mass. 

After a late lunch at a local salad bar, I walked past the gym on Pride Street. Heavy equipment was already arriving there. And dad was chatting with some people from the city. Tylor saw me walking on the other side of the street and called me over. Telling me that dad's company was ready to get going on the remodel of the gym. But that the folks from the city would not allow the gym to remain open while the building work was going on. Together we walked over to my father and the people from city hall. 

My father was pleased that I arrived when I did. He introduced me to the building inspector and the city planners, saying, "Hey... talk about the devil... This is my son, Benson Long... He's the inspiration for this remodel... Benny, meet the city planners and the building inspector."

I introduced myself around to the pleasure of my father. This was the first time he saw me interact with other people confidently and professionally.
I looked at the men and told them smoothly, "I hear there is an issue with us keeping the gym open?" So I asked the city people, "Could we perhaps get permission to temporarily move the gym into our empty premises across the street?... That way, our clients can continue their workout program, and we keep the cash flow coming in while we remodel... And talking about the street... We are going to remodel more shops around this area... Any chance you can repave the sidewalks and the street?... I think we're only too happy to contribute with some trees on the pavement... Won't we, Mr. Long?"
"Sure, Mr. Long jr... Anything to help to improve this area of town." said my father, happy. Clapping a hand on my back in thanks.

The city folks were delighted that someone was willing to invest in this way. They trusted that the proposals for a gay-friendly hangout area would work if a tycoon like my dad got involved.
The city people left, and dad told me proudly, "Heck, boy!... You have made that look too easy!"
"Shit, dad... I have been playing your personal secretary for years at home... I learned from the best!" I said, winking at my father, "... Glad you got Philip Parks sorted out this quickly too, dad... Thanks for that!... He's a good friend of Mark and me."
"Oh, I think he's a bit more than that, isn't he?" grinned my dad knowingly.
"No phishing allowed, sir... You'd have to ask Mark about that," I replied coolly.

Dad shrugged his shoulders and smiled as the three of us watched the contractors unload their equipment. Then, looking at the time, I asked the men for a ride home. Explaining that I had a motorcycle training program to get to around three. So the men and I got into dad's company car, and Tylor drove us back home. In the car, my father asked me if the project with the gym was the reason for me to change schools as well. Thinking I did it to get involved with his companies.

"You don't have to follow in my footsteps if you don't want to... I would love you just as much if you went for a naval career, Benny."
"Like you said, dad... Times do change... This is another opportunity that may give me more options for the future... And if college isn't my thing... Then I can always enlist later, dad," I said. Now totally clear on my path ahead. This pleased my father no end. He knew Mark was a career soldier. And he was chuffed to bits that I wanted to follow in his footsteps as a business owner.

I had booked a very intensive three-day motorcycle training course given by a retired highway patrolman. At the end of the intense but pleasurable training, the former highway patrolman commended everyone. Then, he handed us some paperwork. It told us to report to the DMV to take a driving license test. The driving exam was a breeze. Before I knew it, I had the paperwork in hand and could have my license plate made.

I went to the garage where I worked during the weekends. Dad had hooked me up with that job. Reese, the garage owner, used to work for my father as a mechanic. And he knew of my issue with being much too shy. At first, Reese had given me a cushy job in the office to help with paperwork. But over the last couple of years, I started to help the mechanics Fabian and Kevin in the shop as well. Just by observing them, I learned a lot. And the men were stunned by my new appearance when I rode my bicycle into the shop. They had not seen me in my new look. Wearing my biker jacket and boots. Fabian and Kevin dropped everything and came running toward me. 

"Shit... Benson?... Wow, boy... You cleaned up nice, kid!" called the guys. When I strutted my stuff into the garage.
"Hello then... Jeez, Benny..." said Reese, nearly drooling over my new get-up. "I had not expected you today!"
"Hey, boy's..." I said with a dirty grin to the 30-something-year-olds. "You like what you see?..."
"Hubba Hubba..." panted the 31-year-old Indian Kevin hornily, "Shit, I knew you were into tough guys... But you turned yourself into one too!... Looking good, Puppy!" 

I knew the ex-navy engineers Fabian and Kevin were queer as fuck. I had caught them often enough in the breakroom or the staff toilets. Doing some heavy petting. Either with each other or with some leather biker customers. So I grinned dirty and told him, "Keep your coverall's on, Kevin!" Then, I joked, "I got some news to share... I got myself a Honda cross bike, a driver's license, a new tougher look... and ... Ummm... A boyfriend... Turned out I did not need judo classes at all to toughen up... Just a change in attitude."

The butch men - who had been my role models these last couple of years - nearly squashed me. The 3 of them hugged and petted me on the back.
"So you are gay?... Who's the lucky guy?" wanted the 42-year-old Reese to know immediately.
"Ha... You wouldn't believe me if I told you!" I answered, nearly pissing myself with joy.
"Try us," suggested Fabian grinning dirty.
"The bully from next door... Theo Cummingham... Turned out he only bullied me just to be near my ass... Well, I let him in last week... And I fucking loved it!" I said happily. "But I prefer to be on top... So if you girls need a grease job... I can do that too now!" I smirked darkly at Kevin and Fabian.

"Cool... we can make it a threesome," laughed the 35-year-old, All-American, Fabian dirty. Grabbing his crotch.
"Jeez... Fab... The boss is watching!" I smirked nastily.
"Yeah... He'll be watching alright... Stroking himself with one hand and videoing us with the other... While we spit-roast you over a barrel, Benny!"
"Damned right, I will!... Just be careful I don't catch you 3 during business hours!" joked Reese, "You are here to grease these engines... Not each other's asses... Shit, you boys got me hot too."
"Service with a smile... Right, boss?" I joked at our boss.

"So... Ummm... Benson... I assume you're not here to work today... So, what can we do for you, kid?" asked Reese.
"Ah... Well... I need to get myself a license plate made..." I said as I handed Reese the plate number and the paperwork. He laughed out loud and gave the number to Kevin and Fabian. The men were rolling on the floor with laughter before long. My custom plate number read N3W K1D. I had to join in when Fabian said, "Yup... that's right... You are a New Kid..." Kevin handed me a blank motorcycle plate and told me to get going. I had made license plates many times before. So within a few minutes, I had my new plates in hand.

Kevin and Fabian had watched me make the plates from the back of the garage. They had been talking about my new sexy leather look and how they would do me in a heartbeat. But also that they did not really believe that I was gay. I had overheard this, even though they had been whispering it. So with the plates in hand, I walked back over to the men. Letting them inspect my new license plates. At the back of the shop, I grabbed the butch horny bastards by their balls. I sank to my knees and bruskly unzipped their coveralls. Showing the new tricks I had learned so far. Proving to them, I was truly gay. Blowing their raging hard-ons. Roughly jerking one as I throated the other.

Kevin lost it first. He fucked my mouth like he was using one of the queer navy guys on shore leave. Dumping his load all over my face and into my mouth. Fabian did not take much either. He held on to my biker jacket as he rammed his cock down my throat. Of course, I took it and everything that came with it. I stood up and looked with a dirty grin at the men. "You boys do realize you owe me a big favor now... Don't you faggots?" 
Fabian and Kevin would normally have beat up anyone who dared to call them faggots. Feeding them to the sharks in the harbor. But the men just kissed me and licked my face clean as they did so.

"Name your price, sir... I just hope this doesn't remain a one-time thing... God, Benny... You're so fucking hot!" exclaimed the Indian Kevin.
"Ha... Horney devil... Nope, we can relax together if you want... I can even ask Theo if he'd like a foursome... I think he may be up for that..." I grinned hornily at my two heroes. Asking them for a favor. Hoping they would help me repaint and tune up Theo's old beat-up Yamaha. He had attempted to paint the yellow tank black and tune up the bike himself. But Theo rather screwed it all up instead. Hinting that Theo and I could get the guys rocks off after the work was done.
"Sure... We would have done that even if you wouldn't have just given us the best blow job in months, buddy," said the mechanics, still breathing a little heavily.

I went into the office to pay Reese for the plates.
"Wow... Nice work, Benson!... Looks like Kef and Fab were please with your work too..." grinned Reese as he wiped a glob of sperm off my right ear.
I looked a bit embarrassed down at Reese. Noticing that he was sitting a bit uncomfortable behind his desk.
"How about I give you a little help too, sir... I know you're not really into that sort of thing... But you know me... I just like to help out where ever I can," I grinned.

Reese considered me for a moment. Eventually, he turned his leather desk chair toward me, leaned back, and spread his legs. Reese had been jerking off under the desk when I had walked in on him. "Have at it then, boy... I sure could use a hot mouth right now... Fuck, you don't know how happy I am for you, Ben!..." I smiled up at him and went down on him. "Oh God, yes... Oh shit... Arghh... God, you go so deep... Shit, this feels nice, boy... I am getting close... Oh shit... Take it... Oh, Benny... I'll give you a raise... Just don't swallow... Oh fuck... Arghhh!"
Reese dumped a load straight into my yearning mouth. Then, with a dirty grin, I looked up at my boss and proceeded to suck him dry.
"Now... About that rise?..." I joked, "What do I owe you for these plates, sir?"
"Zip... Zilch... Nothing... Nada... Just promise me we can do this again sometime... You suck better than my wife, son... But don't get into trouble with your boyfriend over it..." panted Reese, horny as hell.

I cleaned myself up and took a sexy photo with the 3 men holding my new license plate. I texted the picture to Theo. "Get your bike over here asap... These dudes will work on it over the weekend... Play your cards right, and they will work on your ass too!"
Within 15 minutes, Theo dropped his anchor in front of the harbor-front garage. The mechanics were pleased by the way we looked together. Telling us that we made a cool-looking couple.

Theo described to the men what he had attempted to do to the bike. Then, finally, telling Kevin and Fabian that he actually could not afford to have any work done to it.
Kevin intimidatingly stood in front of Theo. Fabian pressed his bulge to Theo's ass. Pushing him in the arms of Kevin. That's when Theo knew what he needed to do to get any amount of work done. And Theo knew how to do that perfectly. He did not have to play the hard bully to get his way. The ebony stud had learned that from me.
The next weekend Theo and I worked for free at Reese's garage helping customers. While the men worked on Theo's bike. And afterward, during break-time, we worked on the men. The four of us had a real blast. By Monday afternoon, Theo had a black Yamaha motorcycle with red accents he could be proud of. The bike was tuned to perfection, with a new throaty exhaust and a fuel tank with a custom paint job, by yours truly.

The rest of the week actually went by pretty quickly. I had joked around with the guys from Theo's gang. Shooting some hoops and cruising around a little with them in our neighborhood. This to the great dismay of Karen McDougle. I had done some yard work in front of our place on Tuesday. Karen had given me an earful about doing it all wrong. Mom saw it all from our living room. She wasn't pleased. Mom wasn't angry at me. But astonished by the way the McDougle woman had stood there yelling at her son.

Actually, Eileen had slowly gotten used to my new look. Although she still wasn't all that pleased about my change in attitude. She clearly longed back to her little boy. But I was about to turn 18 next week. And I wasn't turning back time just to please her, let alone the McDougle woman. Moreover, Karen had clearly fed mom wrong information about what I had been doing and whom I had been hanging out with.

After I returned from the gym on Wednesday, I found mom peeling carrots in the kitchen. She had a few moats of fish defrosting on the counter as well. So I offered to prepare the fish and make some fried potato cubes to go with it. Eileen gratefully accepted the help. While we stood side by side preparing dinner, I said, "Mom, I know you're not real happy with the changes I have made... But you do hopefully realize that no matter what... I'll always be your son... And you'll always be my mother..."

She put the carrot that she was cutting up down and looked at me in surprise. It was as if a lightbulb had turned on. She wanted to hug me, but I stopped her. That made mom a little angry at me again. Until I said calmly, "Put down that knife, Mrs. Long-Slith... Then you can hug me... I don't want to get into a knife fight with you, mom." She grinned and put the knife away. Hugging me tightly. Apologizing for the way she had behaved toward me and the way she had tried to protect me from harm all these years. She understood now where she had gone wrong. Even explaining that she just did not want me to get hurt as Mark had been. Caressing my back and hair.

But afterward, she still looked a little downtrodden at me. Explaining to me that Karen was joining us for dinner. Saying that the McDougle woman did not like Chinese food. Clarifying that this was why she thought we could have some carrots and fish instead. I told her that I did not mind. And that we could get Chinese some other day that week. Asking mom, "But why?... You've seen with your own eyes how she has been dogging me this summer... And it's my guess that she has been feeding you exaggerated lies about me too."
Eileen sternly asked me, "Just promise me you'll behave yourself... It's just one dinner, Benson!..."
"I will, if she does... But I won't promise anything at this point," I worriedly replied as I put the fish and onion rings in the steamer.

Well, dinner started off nice enough. Karen talked to my father about her husband being away for a few days. But as soon as I dished up the food, she negatively commented about my new clothes and hairstyle. It was way too short, and only homosexuals would bleach their hair the way I had done. I ignored her for the most part, but the way she had pronounced the word homosexuals made me grin internally. It was as if she had a hard time getting the word over her tongue. 

Karen was deeply religious, and being gay was simply not allowed in her book. Our family had always adopted more of a 'live and let live' kind of attitude. That is to say, until Mark had gotten brutalized at boot camp. Mom had never understood how there could be any love between people of the same sex since then.

I started to serve the food, and Karen stopped me.
"We haven't even thanked the Lord for the meal that was prepared for us, kid... So sit down and have a prayer," commanded Karen.
"Mrs. McDougle... In this household, we thank the people that actually do the cooking!" I sneered harshly. That remark earned me a kick under the table from mom. But a grin from dad.
"Karen... Why don't you take a moment to say thanks... We can wait that long... Can't we, Benson?" ask my father in compromise.

However, the damage was done. Nothing after that was good enough for the delicate taste buds of Karen McDougle. The fish was too salty. The onion rings should have been fried. The potato cubes were too fatty. But the carrots, I surely had ruined them. They were cut up too thickly. They were too buttery and not cooked long enough. And the best part was McDougle told me outright that it was all my fault. Wondering how I could do this to her and my parents. I must have done it on purpose to get back at her, she told me aggressively.

But mom stepped in at that point. Telling the McDougle woman, "Actually, Karen... I cooked this dinner today!... And kindly refrain from addressing my son in this way in the future..." she said, lying outright to her girlfriend, "... Yes, he made some changes to the way he looks and how he acts... But Benson is still my boy!... So far, he has done nothing wrong... So if you don't like it, then get the hell out of my kitchen."

Stunned, Karen sat in silence at the table, eating the food I had served her. She was clearly brooding on her next move. Normally my parents would have served coffee or dessert after dinner. But Karen McDougle had left without even a word of thanks after the main course.

"Well... At least our Lord got thanked for this lovely meal... But Jeez, Eileen... 'get the hell out of my kitchen'... is a bit much... even for you!" said my father gladly once Karen had left our kitchen. Eileen punched Doug on the shoulder and laughed. Then, telling me, "Benson... Sorry about that, boy... I had not realized how rude she actually has been to you."
"Nah... I've got used to it by now, mom," I said indifferently.

Eileen had patched things up with Karen over the next couple of days. And the air seemed to have finally cleared between my mother and me too. That is until Friday morning. Dad and I had set the table for lunch. Mom came storming into the kitchen. Brandishing the 6-inch tactical switchblade I had gotten from Theo.
"What the heck do you need this for?" screamed my mother at the top of her lungs.
"Ah... I see you have been going through my personal stuff again... I knew your visit with Karen this morning boasted nothing good!... If you can, please tell us where exactly you 'found' this, mother," I asked, holding back my anger.
"In the box in your desktop draw!... But you know that Benson Robert Patrick Long... You've put it there!..."

"True!... I do know that Mrs. Long-Slith." By now, mom knew I was pissed off at her when I addressed her by her last name only. "... But... here is my issue with this... You broke into my locked bedroom, mom... You forced your way into my locked draw... And you broke the jewelry box open to get to it... But the reason I kept it bolted down securely behind 3 locked doors was so that I would not be tempted to even use it... Ha... It has surprised me that you haven't bothered to take it out of the plastic bag I wrapped it in... Mother!... You've really done it now!... This means I can never trust you with anything again!... And we were doing so well the last couple of days." I exploded in outrage.

I grabbed the knife from her in anger. I would not know what I would have done to her if I had stayed there a second longer. I stormed upstairs to pack a bag and leave this place. Even dad seemed disgusted by the way his wife let herself be influenced by Karen McDougle. Upstairs I saw the devastation she had inflicted on my bedroom. The door jamb was busted. The content of my drawers lay strewn all over my bed. And the jewelry box was clearly broken open with force. 

I changed my outfit and threw some nightclothes into a small leather gym bag. After I had hoisted the biker pants with the double zipper over my jeans, I put my leather biker jacket on. Put on the jewelry I had gotten from John Wang Li and placed my Rayban's, phone, and the driver's license and registration inside my coat. Then, with my helmet in hand, I rushed back downstairs. I gruffly kicked open the door to the garage with my tough biker boot. I was going to leave. Not knowing if, or when, I would return. When mom saw this, she finally understood she had gone way too far.

I yelled at her to move her car. It was blocking the exit out of the garage. She called for me to come back inside and talk this over. Again, I called to her to remove her car from the driveway. I even threatened that I was going to drive right over it. Well, she did not move it. Dad had rushed into the garage as well. Finding me kicking a dent in mom's car in anger. And letting the back wheel of my bike tear up the carefully maintained lawn and border beside it.

At the end of the street, I nearly ran Mark and Philip off the road. The guys would be staying at our place until my birthday. They arrived at the same time as I raced away. The near-fatal accident brought me back to my senses. At the edge of town, I stopped at a McDonald's. I went for a bite to eat and to calm my nerves. I knew I was going to the state's capital. Saturday, I had booked myself an appointment to get my hair cut by Johnny 5. I would just go a bit earlier. Figuring out what to do next once I got there.

< Continued in Dreaming of Leather men - part 7 of 8 >

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