The Welcoming Party

Jean-Marc, 59, has a big appetite, he’s always hungry for men in leather, for skinheads, for fuck buddies. He lives in Belgium, near the French border, and is an active Facebook member, posting every day three or four pics on the Mecs en cuir page (Men in leather). They feature guys wearing long boots, chaps, tight pants or jeans. Bulging leather jockstraps are not uncommon. That is what attracted Paul-François’ attention, prompting him to make erotic comments and to post daring pics that resulted in being banned for a week, even a month. Paul-François, 74, is Canadian, single, and adores jerking off to shine rubber boots with his jizz, and to eat the ass of younger men wearing jockstraps. He exchanges with Jean-Marc via messenger.

This is about to take a new twist. With Covid-19 travel restrictions being lifted, Paul-François has accepted Jean-Marc’ invitation to spend a week in Mons. The driving distance from Paris to Mons is less than 250 kilometers. Single, Jean-Marc is a romantic leather queen. His moto is Virilitas et benignitas, Latin for Virility & Tenderness. Harness, gloves and boots are the extension of his heart and soul. He loves to lick a man from Muir cap to tip of Harness boots, sniffing the rugged and invigorating envelope of a man’s heart. As for Paul-François, he gets intoxicated by the manly smell of a hairy sweaty ass crack. He is also romantic and can spend hours cuddling, kissing, caressing, and whispering sweet words to a man with whom he dreams of developing a social, intellectual, emotional and sexual complicity.

Mons is the capital of Hainaut province in Belgium’s Wallonia (it is known as Bergen in Flemish). The population is a little over 95,000. At its center rises the Grand Place, a large cobblestone square lined with centuries-old buildings. The 17th century baroque belfry is on the edge of Parc Château, home to the 11th century Saint-Calixte Chapel. Mons is an important junction town between Brussels and Paris.

As mentioned above, Jean-Marc posts pics of men in leather gear on a regular basis. And Paul-François is always prompted to comment them. When he sees a dude sitting in a way to highlight his wide peachy ass, he writes: “Wish he sat on my face and let me work HARD to make him moan with pleasure.” Some pics switch from leather to rubber. In the case of hip boots, Paul-François likes to recall a famous saying of his: “The longer the boots, the longer the hard-on!”

Jean-Marc lives in a small apartment on Petite Boucherie Street, between Grand-Rue (main street) and Notre-Dame Street. Petite Boucherie is French for small butcher shop. There happens to be a butcher a few steps from Jean-Marc’s florist shop; the smile, biceps, pecs and bulge of the butcher’s son Robert can give a hard-on to a eunuch, lol. He is often seen in the local leather bar, cruising guys for a hard and deep fuck. Jean-Marc has felt Robert’s 8-inch rod pounding his arse hole on more than one occasion. He plans to invite him to the party welcoming Paul-François to Mons.

Because of his age and small dick, Paul-François (PF) knows that he doesn’t turn on Jean-Marc (JM). They are leather brothers who share a common fetish. To show his appreciation for being hosted in Mons, PF intends to shine JM’s boots with a good spit and a dose of Canadian man juice. As soon has JM puts on his leather jockstrap with a spiked pouch, PF gives his entire attention to the exposed ass, caressing, kissing, licking, slapping and tickling it before tongue-twisting his way inside to reach a succulent rosebud. Tastier than any Belgian fry!

JM has a lot of connections in Mons’ gay scene. The list of the guests invited to welcome PF include the butcher’s son, a bodybuilder, a skinhead, a drag queen, a Go-Go boy, plus an older couple with Top and Bottom engraved on the crotch or seat of their pants. Close friends of JM obviously arrive in a variety of leather gear.

The entrance of Damien, JM’s ex-boyfriend, causes a hot stir. He’s wearing tight faded blue jeans, leather chaps, Harness boots, a bomber jacket, gloves and a Muir cap. The chaps highlight a huge bulge that already makes half the crowd salivate. Damien is originally from Cambrai, on the French side, and JM welcomes him with a … French kiss. PF doesn’t take dreams for a reality; he has no chance to suck Damien’s uncut 10-inch joystick (a general conservative estimate), but it inspires him to write a short story for Gay Demon.

As drinks are served and JM introduces PF to his friends, the party begins to liven up. The Go-Go boy Thierry approaches the bodybuilder Antoine to caress his muscles voluptuously and to suck his nipples. Hands are all over Thierry’s firm little ass and hard prick. PF grabs Antoine’s naked massive butt and pours drops of oil on it for a massage. In no time, Thierry takes over for devil’s tongue and dick penetration. Meanwhile, the skinhead may have a baseball bat in his hand, but it’s Damien’s slugger that face-fucks him behind the bar in the kitchen, and then ass-fucks him in front of a cheering crowd in the middle of the living room.

Clad in leather from head to toe, the six-foot-two Norbert proudly shows off his powerful thighs which act like a vice. (I adore the double meaning of vice, so sexy!) He takes Antoine away from Thierry and smacks a wet kiss while holding his face firmly in his shiny gloves. He spits in the bodybuilder’s hungry mouth and kisses him wildly again. Antoine is so eager to get the special treat for which Norbert is well-known … He positions himself to lick the knee-high boots, drooling like a kid over a lolipop, then slowly goes upward to sniff the leather pouch, a signal for a firm squeeze. While Norbert’s thighs exert a divine pressure, Antoine grabs his master’s bare plum butt, dreaming of burying his face in the hairy crack to sniff the stench aroma of a shit hole. Still holding Antoine in place between his iron thighs, Norbert lets out a loud fart, then a juicy one. Antoine is in heaven, he inhales the scatologic aroma and Norbert loosens the grip so that they can kiss again like real men, wild savage dudes!

It is well-known that JM doesn’t like drag queens. Why, then, has he invited Lolita? Because she likes to be spanked in her lace panties and get them all wet. JM has a firm hand and enjoys beating the hell of a man disguised as a woman. He orders Lolita to bend down on his knees, and starts to spank her peachy hairless butt. Guests gather to applaud and encourage JM. The atmosphere is festive and the host intends to impress his guests. He gets up, unfastens the pocket from his leather jockstrap, and directs a powerful jet of piss into Lolita’s ass. As a good actress, she cries RAPE, but moans with pleasure as the golden shower tickles her fuck chute.

JM likes to say that guys into leather guarantee at lease 50% of their charm. They are more confident, more erotic, more ready to push the limits of sexual satisfaction. For that reason, the welcoming party was a smashing success. Everyone got to enjoy at least one of the following verbs: caress, sniff, kiss, lick, suck, fuck, shower, maybe a mix of them, and probably all of them in some cases.

In the 1990’s, Paul-François had taken a group tour of Brussels, Antwerp, Bruges, Leuven and Ghent. He had tasted the famous Belgium fries, twice fluffy on the inside, crispy on the outside, at least 10 mm thick and preferably served in a paper cone. Thanks to Jean-Marc’s gay expertise, PF’s stay in Mons breaks all records for European cities: hottest wildest, kinkiest. JM really knows how to stimulate a gay man’s libido, even when it’s already pretty high.