Initiation to leather sex

Arnold was 17 when he visited Ottawa, Canada’s capital. It was during a high school field trip, late June, and what he remembered the most was not the visit of the Parliament building, but rather the changing of the guard ceremony where the Governor General’s Foot Guards and the Canadian Grenadier Guards unite for a colorful show of pomp, pageantry and music. After the ceremony, Arnold’s class had free time and he stayed on Parliament Hill to watch closely a Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) on his horse. The tall brown leather boots attracted Arnold, so much that he imagined getting a Summer job where he would shine and lick these manly boots.

It is during that Summer of 1999 that Arnold discovered his attraction to men in leather gear. He went online to find pictures of muscular guys in their mid thirties showing off their boots, pants or chaps, jackets, caps, jockstraps and even cock rings in leather. All these virile hot pics made him feel special. At that time, he was living on the outskirts of Toronto, and wondered if there was a place in Canada’s metropole city where men gathered to socialize, sniff the smell of leather, embrace and kiss. 

Internet also provided Arnold with a host of drawings by Tom of Finland. Many pics fuelled sexual fantasies, especially the ones featuring policemen and army guys in leather-clad look. He read that the artist got into the biker theme after seeing Marlon Brando in the 1953 film The Wild One. Avowedly pornographic, these images had also a subversive tone. The scenarios, in which macho authority figures abandon themselves without shame to kinky group sex, provide not just arousal but also affirmation and pride.

To celebrate his 18th birthday, Arnold decided to spend a weekend in Toronto, on Church Street, in the heart of the Gay Village. “I’m one of them, I need to bond with my kinky kind.” His first stop was at Men’s Room. In his mind, tight jeans, leather chaps and boots always spelled man-to-man pleasure. But he did not have enough money to indulge in such wild fantasy. He only bought a leather cap and wrist wallet.

When Arnold walked in the Black Eagle Bar, he could not believe the appetizing array of leather gear worn by the customers: pants, jacket, boots, harness, hand-cuffs, jockstrap, cock ring, name it, you could not only admire but feel the virile sensation. He was at the right place to fuel his fetish. On the top floor that looked like a barn stall, there even was a leather sling. The rule was clear: What happens in the barn stays in the barn! That was fine with Arnold, as long as he could watch… and give a hand.

When the word got around that it was the newcomer’s birthday, offers of a beer or even a glass of champagne poured in, mainly from older men. But Arnold was more attracted to someone just about twice his age. George, 36, stared lusciously at Arnold while caressing his bulging crotch, sliding his beer bottle up and down. “If this ain’t a direct invitation, my name ain’t Arnold.” It didn’t take long for them to sit at the bar, to brush knees, and feel a fucking nice complicity.

“I live just two blocks from here, said George, care to join me in my dungeon?”

“Dun.., dungeon? Are you serious? I’m new to all this manly fun.”

“Count on me to initiate a beginner, you sweet little son of a bitch.”

That was the best compliment Arnold had ever received: sweet son of a bitch!. He immediately followed George, admiring his bubble butt in tight jeans, his black leather chaps, jacket and cap. “Holy fuck, I won the jackpot!” As soon as he ushered Arnold inside his art deco house entirely painted in black, George roughly grabbed his hook-up dude and started to lick, kiss and bite his lips. Arnold immediately reciprocated, feeling a hard bulge brushing against his burgeoning crotch. His host’s three-day beard was an added turn-on.

The basement was dimly lit, but Arnold could see a cage, different types of leather whips, and a comfortable sling like the one at Black Eagle. “On my God, what did I get into? I don’t want to be spanked; I just want to be fucked hard and deep!”

“Remove your clothes and put on this leather jockstrap. It will frame your sweet butt nicely; it will spell DRIVE-IN!”

“Yes Sir, but I can I smell your virile odor first? It drives me crazy!”

“Don’t worry, you will more than smell my assets, count on me for a full-course meal!”

While Arnold was getting undressed to put on a leather jockstrap for the first time – and getting an immediate hard-on –, George prepared himself to wear his best leather gear: chaps, boots, cock ring and harness. He didn’t have to give any order. Arnold was already on his knees to spit on the army boots, to lick them, to give an bright shine. George’s cock was now 9 inches long, begging to be sucked. Arnold first caressed the balls, chewed them, and went on to lick the mighty shaft. Holding on to George’s bare hairy behind, he got so excited that he almost choked on the rod filling his mouth and throat.

“Yes, Sir, shove it in, shove it out, I’ve been dreaming of being face-fucked. Spurt your jizz, I want to taste your manhood!”

“You will taste it, boy, but not in that hole. Time to take place in the sling for round two.”

George licked, kissed and bit the teenager’s ass roughly. He then spit on the smooth hole, slapped it with his middle fingers, making Arnold moan with pleasure. He slowly plunged his tongue in the crack, tickled it, and reached the rosebud to twist his way inside the satanic haven. Arnold was screaming with joy. It was his first rimming experience and he would never forget how some guy eating your ass could be so fucking erotic. George went from kissing the ass to kissing the lips back and forth, mixing the juices, and feeling like a gay demon. (Guys, I’m getting a hard-on just writing this!)

Round three was about to start. Arnold’s hole and George’s pistol were well lubricated, one begging to be pounded, the other eager to plow into a young arse. George’s cock was cut and darker than the rest of his body. He slapped his rod between Arnold’s crack, poking his almost violet mushroom in the hungry hole. The leather sling, jockstrap, chaps, and cock ring enhanced the virile man-to-man pleasure taking place in the dungeon. When George’s dark pistol aggressively entered Arnold’s butt, it triggered immediate pain-pleasure cries.

George braced himself to go deeper, harder, and faster, mixing shouts of Fuck! Christ!”, “Take it like a man!” He exploded an overdose of junk into Arnold’s trunk. “It’s not over yet, it’s your turn to work. Exercise your butt muscles to press out part of my jizz; I want to slurp it off your rosebud.” No sooner said than done! George got a mouthful and French-kissed Arnold with passion while jerking him off, bringing him to completion, swallowing a bit of jizz and kissing again.

To conclude, Arnold got up, spread some sperm on George’s boots and started to lick-shine them. Leather sex can be so fucking exhilarating!