Dual Identity

This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious.

I am not sure where to begin my story, but I have to tell someone. It started in my early 30s. I was in the best place ever; great job, great wife, great house, even a great dog. I lived the perfect, happy, regular life. But I had a secret. One that no one knew about not even my wife of over 8 years.

The first time I thought about it I was probably in my late teen years. At that time everything made me horny, so I didn’t think much about it. Over the years the fantasy would crop up from time to time, triggered by something like sight, smell etc. When it did happen, I would sneak away and jerkoff. Then I would have a bit of guilt and eventually get over it until the next time it happened.

Over time it the fantasy changed and became more than it started with, something I didn’t understand and could never talk to anyone about. It became so prominent that I would think about while I was fucking my wife or when I was at work. The worst was when I would be with my wife at the mall or a restaurant and something would trigger it.

The more I fantasized about it the more isolated I felt. I wanted to make it a reality so badly that I couldn’t focus on anything else. I know I am speaking in circles but to this day it is still hard for me to say it. To express to anyone what the fantasy is.

Ok here goes; I get off on sex with men in leather. When I first told someone about it in an online chat room, they thought I mean some kinky s/m thing. That’s not me at all.  I am not into guys in full leather. There is something about a real guy in just a leather jacket. Think about it, a masculine cop in his leather jacket. A motorcyclist or just that regular guy at the mall wearing a nicely fitted leather jacket and some nice jeans. Something about the look and smell triggers my hormones and drives me crazy.

I finally got the money saved up and purchased my first leather jacket from a men’s shop in the city. It was a black Scott motorcycle style that hand a removable shearling collar and lining. The leather was soft, but thick, and it had a great smell. I rushed home from the store with it knowing my wife was out, I stripped down in front of the mirror and slipped it on over my naked body.

I was rock hard as I started to run my hands over the jacket and my body. I grasped my cock and started to slowly jerk off. I lifted the collar up and ran my free hand inside the jacket over my chest. I imagined I was with a guy who was also in a leather jacket and we were touching each other. In seconds my dick was shooting a load all over the mirror. My knees wobbled from the intense orgasm.

Whenever I had the house to myself, I would put the coat on and jerk off. While wearing it I always had the most intense orgasms. I loved the jacket, but the only problems was that I couldn’t wear it in public without getting rock hard and having to jerk off.

I told my wife I didn’t really like the way it fit, but in reality, it was perfect. Every chance I got, I would strip naked, slip it on and think about a guy I had seen in a leather jacket. I would close my eyes and imagine being together, 2 guys in our leather jackets, touching each other till we shot our loads

The more I fantasized and jerked off the more I wanted to actually do it. The fantasy kept growing and jerking off wasn’t enough anymore. Finally, I decided to try to make the fantasy a reality. I put a plan in place; the first thing I had to do was to set up a fake email address. One that no one would guess was me. Then I found a site that allowed folks to place ads for sexual encounters. I sat down with my leather jacket on started to post my ad.

As I typed my whole body shook with excitement and fear. “Looking for other guys that are interested in leather. I am married and very discreet. This will be my first time with a guy.” I quickly posted the ad and waited for responses.

About 20 minutes later I got a flood of responses. The first was bad and it went down hill from there. I received comments like: “How old are you? What do you weigh?” or “What do you look like?” “Do you want to be my bitch boy?” or “I’m a young 65 yo looking for a younger guy to service. No reciprocation requried” Most assumed that leather meant s/m or something crazy. I needed to update my ad to help explain what I was really looking for.

I took the first ad down and started over: “I am a married guy, 35, white, in shape. I have never been with a guy before. I think I want someone about my age. One thing that turns me on is a man in a leather jacket like a cop or motorcyclist for example. I have no experience.” I read what I wrote several times then posted again.

Another 20 minutes passed, and I started to receive more responses. Several were from the same guys or at least the same questions. Some still thought I wanted to be a dominant master and beat them up. I was beginning to think it was really just something I was interested in. I read all the ads but did not find one I wanted to respond to.

A few days passed and the replies lessened. Finally, I got a response that had some promise: “Hey I read your ad. Sorry it took so long to respond. I am 30 years old. I have been with a few guys and I think I get what you want with the leather jacket. I have one but never wore it for sex, but as I thought about what you wrote it interested me. Can you tell me what you think you want to do?”

I read the reply 3 times and decided he sounded like the most normal guy so far. I decided to respond to his question: “I am not sure to be honest. I fantasize about being with another guy. Both of us wearing leather and touching each other. I never made it beyond that in my fantasy to be honest.”

A few minutes later his response came through: “I understand. Would you be interested in meeting and taking it from there. No pressure.” I read the email and was struck with fear as the reality of a meeting started to sink in. Finally, after about an hour of thinking about it I told him yes. We emailed a few more times and he provided his address and we agreed to meet that night at 8pm.

I left the house wearing jeans, t-shirt and my leather jacket. I have never been so scared and excited at the same time. As I drove to the address he provided, thoughts ran through my head; What if he was fat? Or weird? What if he was old? And a hundred other random images.

Finally, I found the house and parked, then got out of the car and walked to the door. The door opened and to my relief the guy wasn’t old or fat. He looked like a regular guy. Like me he was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, and I was momentarily disappointed that he didn’t have his leather jacket on.

He stepped out of the way and let me in, then led me to his family room. “Hi, I am Charley” he said offering his hand. “Greg” I said nervously shaking his hand. “Can I get you a beer?” he offered. I nodded yes and he left to bring back a couple cold beers.

“Nervous?” he asked as he handed me the beer. “Yeah I haven’t ever done this” I responded feeling very uncomfortable. “It’s ok. Sit down and relax” he said sitting across from me. “That’s a really nice leather jacket. I see why you like it.” His words excited me. I liked that he noticed the jacket. I liked that he liked it as well. “Thanks, do you have one?” I asked wanting to see it.

Charley smiled. “I have several” He said with a grin. I took in a deep breath thinking about what he just said. “Several?” I asked curiously. “Yeah about 8 of them. Want to see them?” he offered. I could feel my dick getting hard as I nodded yes. “Follow me” he stood and started to leave the room.

I followed him through the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. The room was large with a king-sized bed, a sofa. He pulled open a closet and turned on the light. Inside was his leather jackets hanging up. He took all the jackets out and laid them out on the sofa. I watched excited as he moved.

There were brown and black jackets. Some were motorcycle style or bomber style. One was almost exactly like mine but in brown instead of black. One was very heavy with a thick shearling lining and collar. The leathers were shiny, and the smell quickly filled the room. I could not believe what I was seeing. “What do you think?” he asked laying them out. “Wow” was all I could get out.

“Do you like them?” he asked. I nodded yes as I walked around looking at each of them. “Want me to put one on?” he asked. The question made my dick jump in my pants. “Yes” I said looking from the jackets to Charley. “You pick” he said watching me.

I immediately went to the brown bomber that was like mine. I touched the leather and the fur collar: “This one” I said pointing to it. Charley pulled off his shirt, moved to the jacket picked it up then he pulled the jacket on over his naked torso. “Do you like?” He asked standing in front of me.

My fantasy was coming true and I couldn’t move or speak. “Take your shirt off” Charley said and moved towards me. He helped me take off my jacket then he waited as I pulled my shirt off over my body then helped me back into my jacket. “It looks great on you” he said, and I felt myself blush. My dick was rock hard in my pants and snaking down my pant leg.

Charley stepped in front of me just like in my fantasies. “You can touch me” he said placing his hand gently on my chest. Waves of shock went through my body. Then he took my hand and pulled it to his chest. Charley’s chest was hairy and felt completely different than my smooth chest. I ran my hand into the jacket and over his chest.

“That feels good” he said softly allowing me to explore as much as I wanted. I could feel myself relaxing a bit more. “You have a nice body” Charley said running his hand over my chest then down over my abs. Charley moved his hand cautiously to my belt buckle. Then he started to open it slowly waiting for me to stop him.

Soon my pants were open, and I could feel Charley’s hand on my boxers touching my hard cock. “Do you want to feel mine?” Charley asked. I did not answer I just moved my hand down and reached for his jeans and opened them. Charley wasn’t wearing underwear and I could feel his pubes, then his jeans slid down exposing his cock.

Charley reached out and pushed my jeans and underwear down exposing my cock, then he stepped towards me, so that our cocks touched each other. All the sensations were driving me crazy; both of us in leather, his dick touching mine, the feel of his body and his hand on my body.

“You ok buddy” Charley asked placing his hands on my hips. I nodded and just stood there looking at him in his leather. I reached inside the jacket and pulled him to me so that our bodies were touching. I wanted to feel him, feel the leather. Charley moved closer then buried his face between the fur collar of my jacket and my neck. I could feel his lips on my skin. Then he wrapped his free hand around the base of my cock.

I took a deep breath as I felt his hand on my cock, my body shuddered, and I started to cum. It was fast and intense and my whole shook from the intensity. Charley continued to stroke my cock and move his lips against my neck as my cum flowed onto his body.

As the last drops of cum dripped from my dick I could feel my body getting weak. Charley held me up and in place. “Are you ok” he asked his lips close to my ear. “Yeah” I said weakly with an accompanying sigh. “Did you like that?” he asked. I could not speak. I was still feeling the effects of the incredible orgasm.

Charley did not move for a while; I could still feel his leather jacket and his body against my skin. Part of me wanted to put my cloths on and another part wanted to just stay there. “I need to go” I said guilt flooding over me. I pulled myself away and saw the wad of cum I shot all over Charley’s dick and pubes. Charley’s cock was still hard.

I felt awkward and embarrassed and guilty. I did not want to make eye contact. I grabbed my shirt but did not bother to put it on, I just zipped up my jacket. “I should go” I said walking to the door. “I understand” Charley said leading me out of the house. I got in the car and headed home.

My body was still tingling from the experience as I drove to my house. I could not believe I had done it. I had an amazing feeling of relief and satisfaction all mixed with guilt and regret. Once I got into the house, I quickly stowed the jacket, threw my cloths into the laundry and took a quick shower.

I sat down at the computer to thank Charley. “Hey Charley. Thanks for this afternoon. Sorry I bolted out of there. It was my first time and I guess I didn’t know what to expect. Thanks for helping me experiment. Dave.” A few minutes later I received a reply: “Hey buddy no worries. I understand. It’s a lot to take in for a first time. Nothing to be sorry about. I think you looked really hot in your leather jacket. I liked the way it fit you and loved the smell of the leather too. Let me know if you want to try it again sometime. Charley”

As I read his response my dick got hard thinking about it. He liked how I looked in my leather jacket and that was hot to me. I liked the way he looked in his and I liked the looks of some of his other jackets. I knew it was wrong, but my hardening dick told me we would have to try it again.