Road to Re-Awakening

Leather

Author's note:  I'm going to post these last three chapters quickly just to finish the story up.  I had a few other unfinished chapters written for this story but since the last one has struggled to get 200 views, I guess this story has run it's course.  Those that read it seemed to like it, so that's a plus!  Each is a little longer than previous chapters, but I think the breaks are in the right spots.

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Walker and Sylvester quickly came over now that their humans were alone.  "How'd he do?" Corey asked, looking up at me with a huge grin.

"Not bad.  I guess you gave him several tips and he was better prepared this time?" I asked.

Corey nodded.  "Almost too eager.  I think he rushed a bit with her to get some dick.  Uh... I hope you didn't mind that I sent him down to you while Angie and I went for round two.  I could tell he wanted more" Corey said.

It sounded like Corey wanted more as well and not from Sam.  "Not at all.  I hope you cleaned up before going into her again.  Pussy to ass is ok, but the other way can be really bad for her" I said.  Corey gave me a knowing nod.  Continuing, I said "I didn't push it and just let him talk it out until he brought it up.  I was a little surprised when he finally asked.  He seems to have made it past the curious stage so it won't be long before he's out hunting for guys, solo.  Think they'll last?".

"Maybe.  I doubt they'll do too many more three ways.  It's probably best if they just keep it open and decide what they're in the mood for, cock or pussy" he said.  Corey looked comfortable talking about this and I was proud of him.  I think our relationship had moved to a new stage, but I hoped that we continued the physical part while being able to openly talk about our other encounters.  His last statement piqued my interest though, since I didn't think he was just talking about Sam.

"Him or both?" I asked a minute later.

A big grin came over his face again and he replied "Both.  Angie likes to play with women too.  I guess their first three way was with another woman.  They tied Sam up so all he got to do was watch since the other woman doesn't do guys at all.  I bet that was a hot scene."   I smiled but could tell he wanted to say something else, so I waited.  "Have you ever done any bondage?  You're the most experienced person I know and I imagine you've tried almost everything at some point" he asked.

I chuckled and realized that while I had a lot of experience, it wasn't too varied.  Men and women, top and bottom for both, groups, in beds or outdoors, but mostly vanilla sex. "A little, a very long time ago.  It wasn't something I liked at the time.  I like to be in control, so getting restrained drove me nuts.  Also, I like to think of my partners as equals, so I just can't get into that dominant head space for long" I replied.

The look on his face showed he was confused.  "You?  You got tied up?  I can't picture that at all" he said.

My chuckle bordered on a full laugh.  "As I said, it was a very long time ago in college.  A friend introduced me to a leather bear and the three of us ended up in his... basement.  I knew my friend was a little submissive and he was excited the whole time.  On the other hand, I was bored.  I wanted my hands to be doing something with a warm body and instead I was tied to a cross watching him and the bear" I told Corey.

"You got pictures?" Corey asked, laughing afterwards.

"Thankfully, no.  It wasn't like today where everyone has a photo studio in their pocket.  If you're interested in that scene, you should try it at least once.  Or at least watch some porn flicks to learn a bit.  If you like it, you'll need to learn from a master" I said.  Based on his expression, he was curious.  Maybe even as curious as Sam had been to try gay sex a second time.   "What role do you think you'd be interested in? Dom or sub?" I asked.  

He'd shown submissiveness to me when we'd had sex, yet when he talked about his first meeting with Angie and Sam he said he took control.  I briefly pictured Corey in a dungeon and I decided I'd prefer him in a Dom role.  He'd look damn sexy dressed like the leather bear of my youth.  

"I dunno.  It depends on who I'm with.  Some guys, like you, I feel I need to be submissive since you are more confident and experienced than I am.  When it's the other way around, I go into a... dominant mode.  Does that make sense?" he asked.

"Completely.  It's smart too.  You can learn a lot by experiencing both" I said.  We talked a little more before the pets and I went into my house and Corey followed.  I handed him a beer and we sat down on the sofa.  It was like the first night he stayed over and we were next to each other while Walker was sprawled out with his head in Corey's lap.  

Corey seemed to realize it too and said "I promise not to fall asleep on your shoulder this time" before continuing our conversation.  "I used to think I was a freak for being attracted to both men and women.  I never mentioned it to anyone and played it straight around women and pretended to be experimenting with guys.  Women seem to be OK with being bi themselves but not guys.  And guys are either gay or put on that over the top straight act.  You were the first guy I met that admitted he liked both" he said.

"Yeah, it can be hard to find guys willing to admit it and not be gay guys in denial.  But, you figure it out pretty quick.  The gay guys can be fun if you both are honest with each other.  Or you can be like my son and end up with a gay boyfriend who lets you go both ways" I replied.

"Damn, he's lucky.  I think I'd prefer a girlfriend that lets me fool around with guys, but that still sounds good" Corey said, looking at me.

"I got lucky.  I'm not sure how many women are out there that are good with it.  I think most do it grudgingly or have no idea they're in an open relationship" I said.  He nodded and then took another sip.

"Have you heard from Sophie since our last time together?" he asked.

"A few times, but it's just been keeping in touch.  If you tried a three way with your friends, I assumed you liked the one we did with her.  Unfortunately, I think her play time is limited unless her partner is out of town" I replied.

"That's cool.  You never know if those things are one time or if there will be a repeat or two.  And... as you said, you never know how those things are going to work out.  Besides, it's always easier with just two people, especially if you already know what they like" he said.  His head turned and he grinned at me.  I'd seen that expression before and not just from him.  When I smiled back, he finished off his beer and set it on the table.  The action woke Walker up and I got an evil look from Sylvester who was laying on the back of the sofa.

After taking a last swig of my beer, I stood up and winked at Corey. He was standing a moment later.  We got a couple looks from our furry friends, but they stayed planted on the couch.  He followed me up the stairs and once in the bedroom he jumped on the bed.  I followed him and we both still had our clothes on.  This was different than our usual sexual encounters and I think showed it was more than just sex.  We began kissing and groping each other's fully clothed bodies.  

Several minutes later, he rolled me on my back and straddled me.  A hand on each side pulled my tee over my head and a few seconds later I felt his tongue flick over each nipple.   It took him a while to work his way down but that made it more pleasurable.  He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, tugging them and my underwear down to my thighs while his tongue licked over the stiff shaft. Just like he'd done with my nipples, he slowly worked over my cock.

This was a different experience than our previous times.  While he licked and sucked, he pulled my jeans lower until Corey moved to the side and yanked them off.  I was watching this unfold and realized he still had all of his clothes on and I was totally naked.  He looked hot slowly working my cock over, concentrating on what would give both of us the most pleasure.  I let him continue a few more minutes before I decided it was time to flip us around and get him naked too.

Once I leaned up, I grasped Corey by the upper arms and pulled him up my body.  I had to chuckle, since his tongue dragged up along my skin most of the way until I pulled him to my lips.  One of the things we had in common was our need to feel our partner's bodies with every sense we had available.  A couple minutes later I had him naked in front of me on his knees.  My chest pressed against his back while my arm wrapped around his chest.

My fingers rubbed over his nipples and soon I had his head leaned back on my shoulder.  I ground my hips against his ass, letting my hard shaft settle along his crevice.  The longer I worked his nips, the louder his moans got.  When my other hand reached down, I wrapped it his hard cock and gave a few squeezes. When I heard him gasp I knew I was getting him too close.  I let go and stopped playing with his nips, garnering another gasp.  My hands pressed forward on his shoulders, putting him in the classic doggy position.  

With him spread out in front of me, my face dove in.  Each time I'd eaten Corey's ass out, I had gone longer and longer and this time continued the trend.  He would clamp down around my tongue occasionally or push his ass back, trying to get my tongue in deeper.  Eventually, my tongue tired and I gave a firm slap on each butt cheek before straightening up.  That left my cock pointing right at his slick hole and a few seconds later I was pushing in.  

He swallowed my cock easily, a copious amount of spit and steady pressure making sure my hips were plastered against his ass with one long motion.  Corey let out a gutteral moan as I stayed there motionless.  When he was ready, my hips began to rock with the short strokes getting longer.  I built up momentum and then backed off, slowing things down again to prevent a premature end to our latest sexual encounter.

Soon, I got to a point where I needed a quick break and pulled out.  The sound Corey made told me he was concerned about an abrupt end to our session.  I didn't say anything but firmly grabbed his hips and flipped him over on his back.  This was the first aggressive move I'd ever made on Corey and based on his face he was both surprised and aroused.  I crawled closer between his legs and pushed them back.   With my cock out of his silky hole for a minute I was now ready for some more fun. 

The ring and head of my cock played with his slightly gaping hole for a minute before I plunged half way inside.  Corey growled but still had a smile on his face which grew bigger as I began to drive in and out.  He lowered his legs so they were resting on my shoulders while I continued to plow him.   "Oh yeah, Ben...  Harder... Yeah, like that" he said softly, drawing it out as I responded to his request.  Harder led to faster and then slower when I felt my balls start to tighten up.

Corey started to work his hole around my cock more often and coupled with my own thrusts got me to the point of no return.  I gave a few hard thrusts before my cock began to throb and I buried myself inside of him.  Each of the spurts was surprisingly forceful considering my session with Sam earlier.  Corey shot a few ropes of cum over his chest and stomach too, but he obviously didn't have much left after his time with Sam and Angie.

It took a little while for my cock to soften and we stood there staring at each other, both grinning from ear to ear.  When I pulled out, I set his legs to the side and crawled behind him.  We laid there spooning for a few minutes before I asked "What's the story of your tattoo?  It's the only one you have and it looks like it's been there a long time."  It was something that I was curious about since he'd made several comments about liking mine yet had been silent about his own.

He sighed and replied "I forget that it's there.  A girlfriend and I got matching ones a long time ago.  Thank god the artist convinced us to get something symbolic instead of each other's names.  We finally decided on a sunburst to indicate the intensity of our love.  She left about six months later.  A black hole or dying sun would be more appropriate but I think that's too dark."

"Yeah, you aren't a dark person.  The sun fits you better, but I never thought about not being able to see a tattoo on your back.  I get reminded every day about mine, which is kind of what I wanted." I said.

"Yours looks really cool but it's good that it has meaning too.  A meaning that won't change over time.  Mine just reminds me of a bad relationship.  I guess its a good thing that I rarely see it" he said.

"Maybe you should get it freshened up or augmented so that it has a more positive meaning for you.  Hopefully you got something  out of the relationship... Even if it was just a life lesson" I said before we dozed off.

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It took a few more weeks but the first time I heard the Monster fire up again, I was as excited as the first time I saw her.  The initial ride was uneventful and I spent a lot of time making sure that it was running and riding correctly.  My first short trips were gentle as I scrubbed the tires in and gained confidence that my wrenching didn't leave parts, like wheels and handlebars, falling off.   Miguel's handiwork I didn't question and I think the engine was running better than it ever had.  He was a master of tuning these bikes and it showed.  His work might not have come cheap, but it was worth every cent.

My rides got longer and I'd occasionally run into some other bikers out enjoying the rural roads that I liked.  The cruiser riders probably thought I was some young hotshot, but they couldn't see me behind the pants, jacket and full face helmet.  The sport bike riders I found didn't seem to be very good at curves, but most knew how to launch down the straight roads.  What lead they had disappeared as soon as soon as I leaned over and flew around the curving road while they slowed way down.  I started to wish I could ride with Trevor and Greg again, or at least find some riders like them.  

I ended up back at the motorcycle gear shop on Thursday.  This time with my bike and not Warren's, uh Trevor's, Suzuki.  There were a few younger guys out in the parking lot with their collection of sport bikes but their conversation stopped and eyes stared as I got off my sparkling clean ride.  I gave them a nod as I hung the helmet on the handlebar, the backpack on the seat and wandered into the store.  One of the clerks that was there the last time was behind the counter and said to me "Welcome back. Let me know if you need anything" which was an improvement over his customer service skills from last time.  

Another guy was stocking shelves and looked my way as well.  The greeting pulled Mark out of the back room and he quickly grabbed the second guy and brought him over.  "Ben!  Good to see you back again.  I take it your trip was good?" Mark said.  

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun.  I ended up doing most of the riding and left Warren in my SUV.  I even got to do some riding down there with his nephew and some of his friends.  Once I got back, I got my old bike running again and have been doing a lot of riding since.  It's time for some more gear" I replied with a grin.  Mark grinned too since he knew I wasn't going to be buying just the low cost sale items.  I was probably going help him make his sales targets for the week with my one visit.

"Cool!  You still have the Ducati?  You two used to look so good together... and embarrassed a lot of guys who thought they knew how to ride.  Uh... This is my son Ryan.  He started working here a few weeks ago so I'd like to have him help you find whatever you're looking for this time.  He needs more experience selling.  I think he's got everything else figured out.  I'll talk to you later" Mark said before he turned and headed back to the storage room.

I'm sure I intimidated Ryan, but I was usually one of the easier customers someone had.  He was a little quiet and was looking me over before he finally asked "What things are you looking for today?"

"Last time I got some riding jeans.  Now that I'm hooked on biking again, I thought I'd get some leather pants" I said.  His eyes lit up and he cracked a smile before he led me over to the racks that held their stock.  

"Are you looking for jean style or sport style?" he asked.  I saw that he was looking at my jacket, not my face which was a little odd but then he caught himself and looked up.  

"I'm not sure.  I think more sport style since I want some good armor in them but I don't want to look like some old guy pretending to be Rossi or Marquez.  I ride fast so if something bad happens, I want them to protect me" I said.

"Ah, OK.  Kinda like your jacket...  Uh... interesting patch" he said before turning to look for a few pairs of pants.  Now I knew why he had been staring at my jacket since I'd put the patch on my jacket that Trevor and Greg had sent me as an honorary member of their queer biker club.  I hoped he wasn't going to give me grief about it.  I knew his dad was pretty accepting of almost everyone, so I hoped his son was as well.

"Oh, yeah.  I got it from a group I met down south when I dropped off a bike for a friend's nephew" I replied.  He pulled a pair of pants out and hung them on the rack for me to look at closer and then looked back at me smiling.  Casually, he pulled back on the sleeve of his long sleeve tee and revealed a pride bracelet.  I nodded and smiled before we continued looking over the pants he had laid out.  His expression still had a smile, but I could see him trying to figure me out since I had known his dad for a long time.  

"These are nice, but we don't have them in your size.  You might want to try them on and we can order them longer if you'd like" he said, pulling another pair out.   I was looking at some pants I'd found and he chuckled.  When I raised my eyebrows, silently asking what was so funny, he said quietly "I don't know who they made these for but there's not much room down there" pointing at his crotch. Ryan then whispered "We don't get many trans guys looking for sport bike pants, they usually want the cruiser stuff."

I chuckled back and appreciated his honesty.  "Ah, gotcha.  Yeah, I think I'd need more room" I said as I looked at them closer.  I suddenly realized it sounded like I was bragging about how endowed I was, so I let it drop and put the pants back on the rack.  We chatted a little while he looked for another option and pulled out a pair that were more jean style but did have hip and knee armor.  One of the pairs was wider in the waist than I had told him and I pointed it out.

"Yeah, it's an Italian brand and they run small in the waist.  Length seems to be right, though.  Why don't you try these three on and see how they fit" he said, pointing to the fitting rooms.  I took my jacket off and laid it over a rack.  I was just wearing a tee, jeans and boots now and I heard him softly moan "Oooooh, nice" as I walked away.  I laughed to myself, wondering what he liked.  

I tried the first pair on and while the waist fit OK, the ass felt a little loose and the thigh was baggy as well.  I found it strange that there wasn't a mirror in the cubicle but I'd seen one outside.  The fit was bad enough that I didn't bother to go out and look at them in the mirror.  I tried the second pair on and like he'd told me the leg was too short.  Otherwise, they fit well and were snug in all the right places and had enough room for my dick and balls, junk as the younger guys call it.  I went out to look at them in the mirror and Ryan was standing there. 

"Those look good.  Try crouching down to make sure they bend where you need them to and still stay tight" he told me.  I knew he was checking me out, but he wasn't making any lewd comments.  "You do need one size up on the inseam unless you like them above your boot" he said, smiling.

"I don't think capri riding pants are a good look for anyone, especially me.  I like how these fit though, they feel good.  Let me try the other pair on" I said going back into the fitting room.  The last pair fit well too.  They were the jean style and I thought that they might be good for more casual riding.  I went to check them in the mirror and he was walking back from helping another customer.  "I like these too.  Hmm, decision time" I said.  After putting my jeans back on, we walked back toward the racks and I handed him the first pair to put back.

"So, do you ride?" I asked as I tried to decide what to buy.

"Yeah.  Right now I have my uncle's old BMW.  Ironically he got hurt in a car accident and it's too painful for him to ride his bike anymore.  It's fun but old.  I think he'd kill me if I sold it, though" Ryan said.  I nodded back, wondering what model it was and if it was like the one I had before the Ducati.  The more I talked to Ryan, the more I liked his attitude and his dad had nothing to worry about as far as his salesmanship went.  His low pressure delivery combined with product knowledge would take him far.  

In the end, I decided to get both pairs of pants, a pair of weatherproof gloves and a heated vest.  It was another expensive trip but I got stuff I wanted.   Mark came back out of the back room as we were ringing up and seemed to be surprised at the bag full of stuff I had.  "He do OK?" Mark asked.

My laugh was a little loud but I said "Yeah, he got me to buy four things when I came in for one.  You taught him well" I replied.  Mark followed me out of the store and when we got to my bike and he circled it like a hawk.  I stuffed my new items into the backpack, happy that I'd have to wait for the other pants since the three items filled the pack up. 

"Damn, this thing looks almost brand new... except for the tires.  Lots of tread but no chicken strips.  You still ride like you used to, huh?" Mark said.  I smiled back at him and nodded.  A minute later, Ryan was standing next to me and just muttered "Fuuuck."  

"I like to keep it shiny.  The poor thing suffered for too many years in storage under a tarp.  It was good to get her back on the road.  I hired Miguel to do the things I couldn't but that was just the engine stuff, I did the rest" I replied.  

"Yeah, he does a lot of work in his spare time on the older bikes.  He's probably a millionaire by now, but he deserves it.  Uh... Ben.  I've got a small group of guys that ride together.  I think you'd fit in.  It's mostly older guys, but Ryan and one or two of his friends join us sometimes.  And... we don't ride like little old men" Mark said, giving me a wink.  Ryan was looking over at me with a smile and gave me a quick nod.  

"Give me a call and let me know when you go on your next ride.  It would be good to have someone to ride with and after watching Warren on my trip, I won't ask him.  My number is in the system from checking out" I said.  After pulling on my helmet, I climbed on the bike and fired it up.  The guys that were in the parking lot when I arrived were still there and staring at me again.  A few blips of the throttle and I took off.  I wound it up as I headed down the road, showing off like a kid but that's what riding did to me - it rolled back the calendar about twenty or thirty years.