Chaps Enhance Cock and Ass-play

With his curly blond hair and his cute dimples, René Tellier looked cherubic. But he was far from having an angelic behavior. In primary school, he was already called a bum because he liked to harass younger kids and beat them up. Teachers called him “little devil”. At puberty, the dead handsome bully would approach any queer-looking classmate in these terms: “I know you dream of sucking my cock and getting it shoved in your tight little faggot ass!” As is often the case, homophobic remarks are made by homosexuals who repress their own gay tendencies.

At 16, René was caught forcing his thick cut meat rod in a boy’s ass. The parents of the victim filed a complaint and René was sent to École de Réforme Domenico Savio Reform School for boys under 18. The discipline was harsh, but the opportunities for gay sex were unlimited. This is pretty strange since Domenico Savio was a young seminarian, known for his piety and devotion to the Catholic faith, who died in 1857 at the age of 14 and was canonized a saint by Pope Pius XII in 1954.

École de Réforme Domenico Savio Reform School is a bilingual institution on the outskirts of Toronto, and students mainly learn reading, writing and arithmetic. René was put in the French section and one of his teachers is François Saint-Pierre, an extremely handsome man in his late 30s. François likes to wear trimmed faded blue jeans that highlight his round butt and bulging crotch; his tight t-shirts showcase well-defined biceps and abs. Colleagues joke about how his girlfriend is lucky to have such an awesome playboy. François has mentioned a girlfriend but no one has ever met her… for the simple reason that she does not exist. He has a boyfriend, Marc Blondeau, who is also a teacher, but at Collège français, a French-language public high school in downtown Toronto, a few blocks away from the Gay Village.

Most boys at the reform school have seen René’s thick cock under the shower. Some have told him: “If you want to get sucked or if you want to fuck hard and deep, go for a shower around midnight. That’s when queer guys show up.” René is a versatile Top and he takes advantage of his physical asset to pound a hungry mouth and plough a begging arse. The more his partner has a hairy ass, the more René gets horny, and his load of virile juice increases twice as much.

“From now on, I identify myself as a homosexual. People who dare call me tapette (faggot) or suceux de bitte (cock-sucker) will find out who is the boss. I’m gay and proud. I love to have sexual fun with a guy.” At first, René hesitated in kissing a boy, but quickly found it pretty hot. Sucking a dick made his own cock get harder. He discovered rimming; eating a guy’s ass became a tasty appetizer before fucking or getting fucked. He admits that playing the role of a Bottom can create an awesome beastly bond; he relishes its animalistic side, its carnal blissfulness.

Due to his good behavior, René is eligible for insertion into the community sooner than expected. But he must find a host family, a person or a couple ready to welcome him. Although it is not the custom, François volunteers as an individual host. He meets all the criteria, and René is delighted to live with the man who was his sexiest teacher. When they drive from the reform school to a condo in Toronto’s gay village, René says:

“Je suppose que je vais rencontrer ta blonde. I guess I will get to meet your girlfriend.”

“Not exactly, René. I’ m not out to my colleagues, but I have a boyfriend. His name is Marc.”

“Wow! That’s a well-kept secret. Do you live together?

“Yes. We have a two-bedroom condo, plus den. You will get your own room, with computer and television. Marc likes to prepare meals; you can tidy up and you do your own laundry.”

“If I meet someone… some interesting guy, can I bring him to my room?”

“Of course. You’re over 16, same-sex dating is legal. For your information, Marc and I never bring a trick or a one-night-stand over. We sometimes go together to a sauna, and fuck separately whoever turns us on. It not exceptional to have a threesome or an orgy.”

Even though François as a key, he punches the entry code to let Marc know that they have arrived. The greeting is friendly; Marc welcomes René with a warm cuddle. The boy immediately notices that François’ boyfriend has a very hairy chest. “Damn, I would love to sniff his armpits and ass crack” he tells himself. During dinner, René learns that Marc is a physical education teacher and a member of the GoodLife Fitness club on Yonge Street. He’s ready to bet that Marc is a Top.

“I teach in a regular high school, but I think you should probably register in what we call ‘On the Job Training Program’. Do you have some interest in a particular area?”

“I don’t know really, but maybe a mechanical job… I had a workshop in car mechanics at the reform school.”

“Will see what we can find.”

The following morning, René wanders into the kitchenette, wearing a boxer short… with a morning wood poking out. “I think you need a jockstrap, young man, says François. I’ll get you one from my collection. Do you prefer a particular color?” René shoves his dick inside the boxer short and answers “Black would be fine, thanks.” A few days later, he starts a car mechanics training program. He can’t help but think how super organized this couple is. On Saturday, Marc, François and René vacuum the floor, dust and polish the furniture, wash and dry the clothes, water the plants, do groceries at Loblaws, and prepare a spare-rib dinner with BBQ sauce, wild rice and fresh green beans.

Late in the evening, Marc and François announce that they will have a drink at Black Eagle, a popular leather bar in the Gay Village. While the couple gets ready in their bedroom, René flips through the pages of a large Tom of Finland album left on the coffee table for an obvious reason. He is amazed to see drawings of guys hung like a stallion, some in leather, some in police or navy uniform. The sucking and bareback fucking scenes give him a hard-on. Just as he is about to caress his crotch, René sees Marc and François parading in front of him in tight Wrangler jeans and a host of leather gear: boots, chaps, harness, cap, arm and wrist bands.

“Too bad 19 is the minimum drinking age. You would be the highlight of the evening dressed like us”, says Marc.

“If you’re still up when we come back, you can put my chaps on and see how leather feels erotic on your skin”, adds François. The two “fathers” hope to play with their “adopted son” in the wee hours of the night.

The Black Eagle Bar is packed. A whole section is occupied by bikers wearing leather jackets marked Top or Bottom. Waiters in jockstraps bring them pitchers of beer and get their ass caressed before receiving a five-dollar tip in their pouch. Marc and François join a newly-wed couple in leather suit, shirt and tie. They both ask if they can kiss the bride, and they both kiss a different man. François mentions that one of his students has “graduated” from reform school and is now living with them. “He’s almost 18, he came out just a year ago, he has a James Dean smile, his meat is cut and thick.” During the time it took him to say that sentence, François felt the hand of three guys on his firm butt and heard three direct invitations: 1) My tongue needs to lick that virile crack and twist its way inside. 2) My cock can pour ropes of creamy junk in your divine trunk. 3) My fist needs to stretch your shit hole and rummage in your awesome arse.

“In the absence of René, you’re the one who seems to be the highlight of the evening, my sweet husband, jokes Marc. Do you want to roam in the dark room and find out who will be the first one to deliver the goods?”

“No, I think the flirting game appeals to me even more than the sex itself. It values me a lot. I can get what they offer bluntly any day from you, and in a caring way. You are the dearest pervert I have ever met.”

Marc and François sit down with the newly-wed couple. They order a first and a second bottle of Moët & Chandon Impérial Brut. The bubbly champagne keeps them gossiping gayly until almost 1:30 am.

Back to their condo, they notice that René’s bedroom door is opened. He’s watching a porn movie and François recognizes a scene from Sub-Dom Leather Fuck. “You seem to be in the mood for some hot action, young man. A promise is a promise. You can try my chaps on.” René is only wearing the black jockstrap and François can freely caress the boy’s butt as he attaches the leather gear around his legs and his waist. René’s cock stiffens immediately and the mushroom pops out of the waist band.

“What’s on your mind, sweet devil?”

“I want to suck your cock while Marc fucks my ass, it’s as simple as that.”

“Maybe we can spice it up with a bit of foreplay.”

On that note, François presses his lips on those of René, bites and chews them, spits on his face, licks the saliva and sticks his tongue inside the begging mouth. Marc arrives from behind and whispers in François’ ear: “Someone is cheating on his husband; he deserves a fessée (spanking).” Marc adores slapping François’ ass when it’s tightly wrapped in denim. He sits on a stool, has his lover bend over, and starts to smack his divine perky butt. René liberates his hard dick from the jockstrap and offers it to François who sucks it greedily. The boy is so excited that he can not withhold his eruption. He floods François mouth with a thick creamy nectar, bends to lick the drippings and starts French kissing him. Marc wants to taste the boy in his own way.

“Bring your ass here, you slutty bum! I want to caress it, sniff your crack, kiss your two hemispheres, lick your fuck hole, and tongue-twist my way inside.” Aussitôt dit, aussitôt fait. No sooner said than done.

The trio moves to the main bedroom, removes clothing, keeping just the leather chaps on, and position themselves for what René wants the most. Cocks and asses framed by leather gear make François, Marc and René feel like animals in heat. Marc pours drops of gel on his almost one-foot-long (30 cm) iron rod and in René’s shit hole. The boy encourages him: “I want to feel you hard and deep. Fuck me like a raging stallion penetrates a horny mare. Many boys have shoved their dick in my love canal, but it’s a manly weapon that I want to feel now.” Marc’s dagger digs in and his balls slaps René’s taint (perineum). His hip thrusts trigger moans of pleasure. While a bazooka stuffs his arse, René sucks François’ cock and pumps yummy man juice. This is the first time he can benefit simultaneously from two mature partners, each one honoring one of his two holes.

The breathing of Marc and François intensifies and announces an eruption worthy of Mount Vesuvius. As René swallows ropes of creamy jizz, he is ordered to flush out the junk from his trunk so that François can felch it and kiss his partners in a wild white gold sharing extravaganza.