Dreaming of Leather men

Introduction - Dreaming of Leather men: Benson Long found a way to get his own back. The nasty leather master, Jeff Skylar, was taken to task for maltreating Benson Long at the gym. Benny found his feet as a budding young gay guy looking for the love of his life. And the bully from next door turned out to be a much better friend than either twink had ever dreamed of.
This is an 8 part series describing the fun Benny had discovering his preferences.

A dream come true.

The alarm on my phone was set for 7:00. But at ten to seven, I was wide awake already. Having had a great dream about Theo and me owning Watermann's Gym. Educating impressionable young guys into manhood through their physical and mental training by day. And enjoying the company of nasty gay dudes of all plumage down in the men's club by night.
I always had been able to recall my dream in full technicolor marvel. But the last few nights were properly amazing. Whishing that some of it would eventually come true for me.

I yawned and stretched, got up, and folded up the blankets. Taking them off the couch already. So the guys and I would have somewhere to sit and talk before we headed back to the coast.
Philip, still far away in dreamland, had my older brother Mark in a tight embrace. Mark's head rested on Philip's heaving chest. Both men were butt-naked, only partially covered by a thin silk bedsheet. The open plan layout of his loft studio could not even hide them from the living.

Without waking the guys, I softly took off my jogging pants and walked quietly to the shower to take a leak, wash, and shave.
Hooking the waistband of the colorful assless briefs under my balls, I gratefully relieved myself. One hand pressed against the wall, the other half guiding, half playing with my dick. Daydreaming about what had happened in the last 48 hours. And how far I had come in realizing my life-long dream.

Philly suddenly grabbed my chest and my lower abdomen from behind. I had not even heard him come into the shower.
"Hey stud, not making a mess, I hope?" joked Philip softly. Watching me piss from over my shoulder. With his morning-wood pressing directly against my rear entrance.
"Ha... You're not making it any easier... that's for sure!" I smiled as my face turned to Phil's. "Morning, boss!" I added, kissing Philip on his cheek.
"Did you sleep well, Benny?" he asked.
"Oh yes... I had a lovely dream about Theo and me owning Watermann's... Doing workouts by day... Fucking around in the gay club we build underneath by night... Hard work, though!" I grinned.

Unbeknownst to Philip, his 9-inch very thick dick had slid right into my hole a little bit. Giving my sphincter a heavy workout. So I just let him do that. But I was surprised to hear Phil suddenly gasp, "Oh god... Sorry... Oh shit... I did not mean... Oh, sorry, bro."
"Don't you dare pull out now!... I was just getting used to its size... But, man, you're so big... I really want to see if that big thing would even fit in there all the way... Please slide it in deeper, Phil... please?" I whispered longingly. I had grabbed around Philip's sides to prevent him from retracting.
"Oh god, little man... I don't want to hurt you!" gasped Philip in shock.
"So far, I am fine, dude... It feels nice, actually... Big, but fine!... Go on, man... I need to know how it feels to have a real cock in there!... I don't want my first time to turn into a disaster because I can't handle it." I panted. Struggling against Philip. Not wanting him to remove that thick 9.5-inch cock out my hole. "Do what comes natural..." suddenly spooked through my brain. So I pushed myself resolutely over Phil's manhood. Slowly taking more and more of it inside. It pressed against my guts, and that made me shiver in joy. Phil finally gave in and started to slide it in me. Until I let out a wail of pain.

"Oh fuck... See, I am hurting you... I am just way too big for you, Benny!" he gasped, sliding out a bit.
"Yeah, it hurt right there... but in a good way, Philip... I think I can get used to it if you just push through that spot... But, please don't stop!" I begged him.
Philip straightened me up a bit and kissed my neck. Letting his packer sit a third of the way inside my boy-cunt. He walked us over to the washing machine. Laying me resolutely over it. Repositioning my ass to his preferred height.

He teased my ass a bit by pushing it in and out a few times. Every soft thrust inward a bit deeper than the one before. Until his cockhead hit that tender spot again. I tapped his thigh and asked, "Go slow there... that's the tender spot you need to open up, Philly!" Phil's thick cock was halfway buried up in my ass by now.
"Take a few deep breaths and relax as good as you can, Benny... This will hurt... No way around that... I'll try to be careful," said Philip as his big hand caressed my naked back. "Your ass looks really nice on my cock... but man, you're so tight!"
So I took a slow deep breath and looked back longingly at Philip, "Go for it, man... Slide that rod all the way in there... I'll let you know if it's too much for me."
"Are you really sure?" asked Philip, somewhat excited.
"Yeah... Give it a firm push... I want to feel it deeply." I panted as my whole body relaxed. Philip grabbed onto my hips as I let him enter. I let out a loud sigh. Ever so carefully, his 9.5-inches went all the way up my ass. He bent over, laid his body on my back, and let the prick sit deep inside me. 

"Fuck... just yesterday, you took an 11-inch dick down your throat..." gasped Philip, amazed.
"And today, I have a very thick lovely army prick all the way in my ass." I panted hotly. Tilting my head to one side to kiss Philip. "Go on... Could you please ride my hole open a bit?... Nice long, slow strokes, Philly."

Mark had stealthily entered the wet room behind us. Looking stern and a little bemused at how his man was doing his younger brother. I had seen him enter before I had asked Philip to fuck me gently. Philip raised himself up and started to twist and gyrate his hips. Pumping his thick 9.5 inches in long slow strokes up and down my gut. Resulting in me letting out gasps of glee and moans of utter pleasure. Letting his cock-head pumped past my prostate. Making my dick dump copious amounts of pre-cum over the washing machine door.
"What the fuck do you guys think you're doing?" asked Mark semi indignantly, with a filthy grin on his face.
"Morning Marky-Mark... Philly is showing me how it feels to get screwed... Get over yourself, Mark... I have offered you the job... But you declined... Remember?... And I really don't want to find out on my first date that I can't take it!" I said, holding out a hand to Mark. He took it and watched a little longer how Philip pumped my cunt open.

Then he walked past us with a slight smirk and an amazingly stiff dick to take a shower. Kissing Philip, good morning at the same time. I tapped Phil's thigh again, and he pulled out a little too quickly. "Ouch... Pulling out was probably the most uncomfortable feeling of the whole training session," I said, turning around, hugging Philip in thanks. Mark and Philip beamed at me. Pleased that I was even able to take that thick dick like a man. After some cleanup, we ate some breakfast and left for the Long-residence.

"Who are you going to ride home with?" asked Mark once we stepped out the front door.
"Gosh... good question, actually..." I looked at both cars. I had always enjoyed riding shotgun in Mark's Ford Mustang. "Ummm?... I think, for efficiency's sake, I would best go with Philly... We can pick up a helmet and some other stuff for the bike on the way home... Then you can do your thing and floor it all the way there, Mark..." I said. Philip nodded at his man. Kissing him and wishing him a safe trip home.
Philip removed the drain-pan from under the bike. He had let all the old fluids drain out of it overnight. Then, telling me that we would get some fresh oil and gas before going and picking out a new helmet for me.

Philip filled up my Honda cross bike with gas at the gas station, and I bought the right kind of oil and engine coolant for it in the shop. Of course, I paid the gas station attendant for all of it.
We pulled the truck around back, and Philip had an ominous grin on his face that boasted nothing good.
"I need to take a leak, kid... Why don't you join me," he was sort of stern when he said it. So I just followed him into the toilet block around the back of the gas station. Even though I really did not have to go.

He took one stall, and I entered the next one over. And sure, there was the glory hole I had assumed would be there. I did not even have to put my fingers through it. A mouth with a lustfully wiggling tongue appeared in the glory hole. I dropped my jeans, pulled up the white snap-button denim shirt, and stroked my tool to life. Knowing I was going to get head in the dirtiest bathroom I had ever been in. And loving the whole filthy idea of it. 10 minutes later, I had drained my balls, and Phil's face was a mess.

I pulled my jeans up and fastened the classic biker jacket again. Then, with my baseball cap back to front, I walked out of the stall. To loud cheers and amazement of the older man who had listened in on our dirty talking glory hole adventure. I put on the terminator sunglasses that I had gotten from the leather store and waited for Philip to emerge. I handed him some paper towels. Helping him clean up before walking arm in arm out the dirty gas station bathroom with him.

"And that, Benny... Is what we in the trade call a glory hole..." said Philip jokingly as he pulled me closer to him.
"Been there... done that!" I answered, elated.
"You did?... When?" wanted Philip to know of me.
"Yesterday, In the leather shop fitting room... It had one too... I think Eric and I did the manager and then Brian's big black cock... Hard to tell when you can't see who is on the other side... But very exciting, nonetheless!"
"Ha... And here I was thinking I'd show you something new... Oh well... You do like black cock, don't you?" laughed Phil as he felt me squeezing his buttock, "Let's get you a helmet, and we will be on our way."

We pulled into a two-wheeler store. They sold everything there, from push-bikes to Harley-Davidson's. Philip showed me the helmets on display. And I gravitated toward a mat-black cross helmet with a double visor and sunshade. The outer visor was tinted black, and the inner one was transparent. The chin guard had a butch little metal grate to make breathing easier. All in all, a very macho-looking helmet. It went exceptionally well with my new leather biker jacket. Philip totally agreed with that. Pleased with the find, we hopped back into his pickup truck. Setting out to the other side of the state - still a two-hour drive. Merrily chatting about life's bigger questions for a growing gay man like me. Getting to know Philip, my future brother-in-law, much better in the process. I envied Mark a bit for marrying Philip, wishing I was in his place.

Mark greeted us on the driveway. He had been home for over an hour and a half. Mark had unpacked most of my new clothes already. Hanging them in my closet. He had dumped the rest of the purchases on my desk and bed. So I could sort through and hide them from our parents.
The garage door was wide open. We had backed the truck in as far as it would go. The guys hooked the bike onto the hoist hanging from the garage ceiling. Lifting it out of the truck bed was a heck of a lot easier than getting it in.
"Guys?... Ummm?... What the HELL am I going to tell mom and dad about this bike?... I can't say it came from Philip... Or they will want to know who Philip is... Right?" I asked in desperation of my predicament.
"How about we say you got it from me for your eighteenth birthday next month?... And that we had to pick it up a bit earlier than expected... It being a second-hand one from an army colleague... I think mom would believe that... But she won't know anyway... She never goes into the garage," suggested Mark. He had clearly given this quite a bit of thought already.

"Do you guys want some coffee?" I asked. Philip and Mark laughed and closed the garage door behind us. I put a padlock on the bike and followed the guys inside. Hanging my biker jacket on the coat rack in the hallway and unzipping the cowboy boots there as well. Even though I only wore a denim shirt and jeans, the feeling of toughness had not gone from my attitude.
I quickly made the guys some coffee and poured myself a small sugarless Pepsi max. We chatted, the guys sitting across from me at the kitchen table. I lent very casually up against the kitchen island. 

Mark started to laugh uncontrollably, looking me up and down.
"What?" I asked in shock. Half thinking my dick was hanging out the new faded button jeans.
"Nothing!..." laughed Mark, "Man, Benny, you have never looked this cool in all your life... Shit, dude, you have come a very long way in an amazingly short span of time!"
"He's got a point there," nodded Philip happily.
"Awe shocks... That's nice to hear, guys!" I replied. But on the inside, I felt utterly embarrassed. "I think I am going to shoot some hoops out the back... Show off a bit," I half-heartedly laughed, "I want to warm up a bit for the workout lesson this afternoon anyway... You guys are still coming along, aren't you?"
"Would not want to miss it, little bro... You go and run around a bit... We'll join you in a moment," said Philip.

I walked back upstairs with the thick biker jacket and pointy cowboy boots in hand. I was going to keep them out of sight for now. Not knowing how mom would react to these. She had been buying all my clothes for years. And they were not at all up-to-date with today's fashion, far from it. Heck, until yesterday, I had not even owned one pair of jeans. Now I had several, some even made of leather.

Dad would not be an issue, I figured. I think I could even tell him outright that I was gay, and he would be happy for me. Again, mom would be a whole different story, I feared. But the last couple of days had taught me not to fear what I had no control over. I put some of the leather gear in a locked suitcase, together with the naughtier toys that I had collected in yesterday's shopping spree. Placing it far away in the back of my wardrobe.

I filled my gym bag with the stuff I needed for this afternoon. I stripped off and picked out an outfit to wear until then. Stepping into a cotton jockstrap and the gray sweatpant shorts we had bought for the workout classes. I put on a sleeveless stretchy T-shirt with the text 'Yes Sir' printed on the front in bold lettering. After putting on the thick Cuban curb chain, my Rayban's, and the baseball cap, I completed the outfit with my new pair of black running pants.

The warm summer weather we had was all but gone. So I also put on the thin leather jacket I had bought last Wednesday at the market. Glad that I was finally able to properly compare the two coats. This thin jacket was indeed a lot simpler and more supple than the heavy classic biker jacket. I could put both to good use, I thought.

I rolled up the sleeves of the coat and fastened a leather wrist wallet around my arm. Again much more flexible than the import one I had gotten from the market. This went much better with the thin leather jacket anyway and was much more comfortable to wear. By now, I felt and looked pretty pleased with myself - Butch and still sporty. Stepped into a pair of my old black and white leather trainers and took a long hard look at myself.
"WOW, Shit, Mr.B..." my manly inner voice shouted, delighted at my mirror's reflection, "You are going places, looking like that."

I walked back downstairs through the kitchen to the hoop in the alleyway out back. I had my basketball under my arm. Philip put two fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled loudly. "Hot stuff..." shouted Mark as I strutted out the door. I just grinned to myself and showed the men the back of my middle finger. The guys burst out in booming laughter.

All the way from our back gate, I took a shot across the alley. A 3 pointer, with nothing but net. I had never ever been able to make that shot before. Not in the least because Theo and his gang did not allow anyone else to play 'their' hoop. Even though my father had bought it for the neighborhood kids. Tylor, Theo's stepdad, had made a backboard for it and helped dad put it up when we were younger. 

I made a real effort to get my heart rate up. Shooting some hoops on my own. Figuring I would need to loosen up what little muscle mass I had before the workout of that afternoon. I was not the sportiest type - never had been - but at least I now looked cool doing it.
The glaring sun was in my eye. So I flipped the baseball cap back the normal way. Causing it to hide most of my face from view together with the black Rayban aviator shades.

Some of Theo's gang were milling around the far end of the alleyway. But they let me shoot some hoops.  From the opposite side of the back street, I heard a motorbike engine revving up. The biker gunned it and raced straight for me. I turned toward him. Bend my knees and bounced the basketball nervously on the ground beside me. We played chicken. Wanting to see who would be the first to back away. I had recognized the biker. Even before he knew who the basketball-playing kid was that befouled 'his' hoop. Right at the last moment, Theo realized that this kid would not leap out of the way. So he slammed on the breaks of his motorbike. Doing a front-wheel break as he screeched to a halt an inch or two from my kneecaps. Nearly launching himself over the handlebars of his beat-up bike. 

The bike was a gobbled-up mess of mismatched parts. It used to be a canary yellow Yamaha. But Theo had tinkered with it so much that it was unrecognizable. Theo had given the yellow gas tank a bad black paint job. Turning it into a nasty blotchy green color. The crumbling vinyl bike-seat cover was ripped, and the missing exhaust muffler made the engine sound unbearably loud.

Theo's reaction to my new look was one of utter outrageous uncontrollable anger. Screaming, shouting, and cursing at me for being in 'his' alleyway. Playing basketball in 'his' hoop. Theo genuinely threatened me that he would kick my ass, rip off my balls and feed them to me. Finally, I realized what the problem was. Big-T wasn't displeased with my look at all. He just saw red, and he had not taken the time to properly look at me. Theo did not understand whom he was yelling at. So I took a few steps back. Then, very calmly, I took off my baseball cap and pocketed it in the jogging pants. Took off my butch sunglasses as well and slipped them into my leather jacket. Showing Theo my face.

In retrospect, stepping back was a very stupid move. Because that little sign of weakness made Theo's gang members rush over within seconds. They immediately started pushing and shoving me around. One of them even grabbed the baseball cap out of my pocket, hoping I would react to that. Well, I did respond. But not in the way that this gangbanger had expected me to do. I twirled around, balled my fist, and knocked him to the ground with one well-aimed hit to his face. My cap flew out his fist and landed a few feet away from them.

I stepped between the legs of this 28-year-old skinhead bully. He was the oldest guy hanging around with the other 18 to 21-year gang members.
"Give it back, please... I am not going to ask again!" I commanded angrily. It was at that exact moment that Theo finally realized who that new kid was.
"Benson?... Is that you?" asked Theo, utterly bewildered at my new look. His gang members looked in shock between Theo and me and back to their gang leader again.
"I said... Give... It... Back!..." I shouted still more angrily, "I am not going to let you guys push me around anymore!"

Mark and Philip had heard the commotion and had come running. Theo's rage turned from me to the older skinhead now bleeding on the floor, "Do as he said, and then get lost!... You never were a part of my gang... Get out of my alley... And don't let me catch you here, ever again, pothead!"
The weak skinhead turned and half-ran away in a hurry. Fearing that the others would jump him. If he did not do as Theo had ordered.

Philip had his sidearm drawn. Still pointing it down to the floor. But he was ready to defend his little bro, if he needed to. That turned into a bit of a stalemate with me standing right in the middle of it all.
"Give the man his cap back!" ordered Theo after a tense few seconds. One of the gang members picked it up and knocked the dust off it against his leg. Then, handing it back to me with a polite, "Sorry, dude... Did not know it was you..."
I turned around to Philip, looked at the gun, and said, "We won't be needing that, Mr. Parks!... If we can't resolve our little differences with words... Then what is this world coming to?"
Phil secured his gun and put it reluctantly back in his leather jacket.

"You guys get lost too... please... I need a word with Benson in private," said Theo to his gang. His guys left immediately, and I stepped closer to Theo.
"Ben... What have you done to yourself, dude?" said Theo as he lovingly rubbed his fingers through my hair. Admiring my new look. "Wow... that's such a big improvement, man!... It suits you!... Really, it does!... You're looking hot!" gasped Theo in disbelieve.
"Oh Gawd, man... You think so?... Thanks!" I said, pleased by Theo's reaction. I bounced the basketball a few times and asked, "Want to play with my balls, Theo?... We can play two-on-two if the old guys still remember how that is done," I sneered at the 25-year-olds, Mark and Philip.
Theo nearly choked himself. Laughing hard, he said, "I'd love to play with your balls, Ben!... But can't stay long... I have to get ready to train some kid at Watermann's gym this afternoon... The gym's owner, Jeff Skyler, has ordered me to train that twerp... I would much rather have spent my free afternoon cruising around, though."

I quickly turned my back on Theo to face Mark and Philip. Gesturing to them not to let on that Theo was probably the one doing my introduction classes. They understood and quickly agreed to shoot some hoops with Theo and me. We wiped Mark and Philip out.
I even dropped some more hints about me wanting to gain some muscle mass. But Big-T did not catch on. Then, after his mom had called him in for lunch, Mark and Philip started to laugh uncontrollably. 

"Jeez... He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, now is he?" joked Philip to Mark and me.
"Ha... Nope, he had no clue!... Not even after Benny practically told him he was going to take classes at Watermann's too," laughed Mark.
"Guys... Remember, we do like Theo... Let's not make fun of him... He is a 50 cc diesel... Slow to get started, but hard to stop once he's on a role." I joked.
"Ummm?... Don't get your hopes up with Theo, Benson... The dude may not be looking for a boyfriend just yet," suggested Mark. Putting me with both feet back into reality.
"Ah... Yeah, perhaps... At least, we now know Jeff Skyler won't be training my ass... But did you catch that part of him being Watermann's owner?... How the crap did that happen?... I thought Hank Watermann owned that place," I said, puzzled. "And what's more worrisome... He ordered Theo to train me!... So he knows that I will be there... But, guys, I really don't know if it's safe for me to go back there!"
"Let's not worry about that... We had anticipated as much and arranged some support for today," told Mark reassuringly. I wasn't quite sure what he meant but did not press him for more details.

The three of us walked back inside to get some lunch going as well.
"I have some leftover chicken in the fridge... How about we make us some sweet-and-sour chicken rice wraps... Mark, you make us some salad... Philip, you bake us some beef strips and fried potato," I said in a slight commanding voice. Both men laughed at me.
"You'll make a great commanding officer one day, Benny," said Phil. Giving me a salute. Calling to me, "Sir, yes Sir!"
"Oh Gawd... Sorry guys... I did not mean it like that!... Fuck I am really sorry, man!" I said, embarrassed.
"Ben... Don't worry about it... We are used to taking orders... And you used the perfect tone of voice... So strict, but friendly at the same time!" said Mark, also saluting me. The three of us had a delicious hot lunch ready in no time.

Later that afternoon, we jumped in Philly's pickup truck and made our way to the gym. The closer we got, the worse my nervousness became.
"Where do you guys think you're going?" shouted Hank Watermann butchly from the bar. We had walked in without registering.
"We are here from my two o'clock appointment... These gentlemen have kindly agreed to tag along with me today to prevent any funny business like last Wednesday, Pissmann!" I said gruffly. Surprising the two guys who were sitting at the bar. I guess Hank Watermann had not recognized me in my new look either. So, once it dawned on him whom he was dealing with, his butch demeanor melted like snow in the sun. Showing his true submissive self again.

"Oh, yeah, right... Go right ahead... Locker room 3 is reserved for your intake talk," answered Watermann humbly.
"You mean... Yeah, right... Sir!... Don't you, Pissmann?" I said. I was on a roll now.
"Sir, yes, Sir... I am so sorry, Mr. Long," he promptly replied. Him being my dad's age, and yet so willing to debase himself to a 17-year-old was disgusting to watch.

Mark, me, and Philip walked single file past the 2 guys sitting at the bar. The short, stocky guy stuck out his arm, and Mark brushed his hand to the dude. The gorgeous black guy he was with winked at Mark as well. Taking in my cool appearance with delight. So I winked at him too, before turning around to Philip behind me. He mouthed the word 'backup' to me. I took a deep breath and finally was able to relax. Realizing that the two men must be army buddies of Mark and Philip. 

The black guy sported a colorful superman symbol tattooed on his shoulder. It had a staff of Asclepius across it. He indeed had a bit of an army paramedic look about him. The stocky redhead was the type of guy you did not want to piss off in a dark alleyway. Closely resembling a British bulldog with a huge pair of nuts.

When we walked in the changing room hallway, Philip clapped a hand on my shoulder. I acknowledged him by laying a hand over his. Indicating that everything was going to be okay.
Philip pushed me past Mark, who had taken up his post at the small locker room's entry door. It was set up as sort of an office. Theo was engrossed in some paperwork. So he did not look at me coming in.
"Sit down there!" Theo nearly commanded, bored. Without even looking up at me. Instead, pointing to a chair in the corner of the locker room. Rather than the one opposite him at the desk.

"Afternoon..." I said sweetly, as Philip and I sat down at the desk anyway. Theo nearly toppled off his chair in shock when he saw us.
"YOU?... Are you going to take... Huh?... You are taking Judo classes... What are you doing?... Oh... Well, that changes things?... Hi... Why are you two here too?" Theo nearly stumbled over his own words. Looking over at Philip and Mark.
"Take a deep breath, Big-T," I said as I reached out over the desk to put my hand calmingly on Theo's, "Let me explain why I stopped Judo classes and why I am looking for some body-workout help instead."

I told Theo about the run-in I had with Jeff Skyler. And how he had nearly manhandled my ass with his 10-inch cock. But the more I explained about the whole experience I had to endure, the angrier Theo seemed to become. In the end, Theo simply did not believe a single word of what I told him. Not even that there was a dungeon underneath our feet. Even Philip had a hard time with my explanation. And he had heard this story a few times before.

The fact that these guys did not trust me on my word got me angry as fuck. I jumped up, grasped Theo by the ear, and dragged him from behind the desk. Then, kicking and screaming, I yanked him down the hall to the back, down the stairs. Through the heavy sound proved doors. Slammed him onto the massage table I had described so accurately. And yanked open the floor-to-ceiling curtain on the back wall. Revealing the dungeon that lay beyond there.
Thanking my lucky stars that no one was down here and the doors to the basement were unlocked.

After Theo, Philip, and Mark had walked around the rooms a bit, I called them over to the enlarged picture on the wall. Hank Watermann had put it back in its original spot.
"There!... Look at that!... Did you think I should have let Jeff have his way with me, just like that kid in that picture?" I angrily shouted as I slapped Theo around the head.
"I was lucky enough that Jeff had no grip on me this time... So I was able to do a barrel-roll off that table... And he slammed his nuts against that metal edge... The only difference between Mark and myself was that I went willingly looking for sex... Mark, however, got used against his will at boot camp by him... Now, do you believe me? Theodorus Mauritius Cummingham," I screamed. Pissed off at them beyond belief.

Mark grabbed me and pushed me hard to his chest. I bawled my eyes out. And even Mark cried as we stood there rocking on the spot. Theo grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently as an apology. I stepped away and turned my back to the men. Wiped my eyes dry on my workout shirt and turned back to the guys.

"Theo, can you help me to pick out a workout program that bulks up my chest and shoulders a bit... Well, a lot, actually... I also need to work on my stamina and my core strength," I asked him.
Adding with a sobbing joke, "Do we need to go upstairs for that... Or are we going to work out down here in the dungeon instead?" That broke the ice enough for the guys to start smiling again.
"Are you really into that whole gay leather thing, man?" asked Theo, finally admiring my look in the leather jacket as we walked arm-in-arm back to locker room 3.
"Yep... dress up in leather jeans and a kinky jacket, and I will find my way to get into the pants asap!... You have been warned, man!" I replied grinningly.

Theo measured my weight, height, and BMI. Asked about my goals and ambitions. And signed me up for a full-body workout program and promised he would take the workout classes with me on Fridays. Even wanting to help me to do some kickboxing if I wanted to go that route.
But when he suggested I should start thinking about food supplements and steroids, Mark stepped in.
"You're not one of those pill-pushers are you, T?" asked Mark extremely aggressively. "Benson won't take them from you, or any of your body-building buddies... I have a real doctor friend that can help him with that if he needs it!... So you make sure you remember that... Bitch!"
Theo backed off and apologized profusely. 

After that, we got our workout kit on, and Theo showed me around the gym. Letting me do some routines on some of the many machines. Teaching me how to properly position myself and how to breathe. Getting my heart rate up and how to push it to the max. I had never enjoyed gym classes at school. But this was much more fun. And way more effective in toughening me up than the judo classes ever would have been able to do.

The best thing about the whole experience was taking a shower with Theo afterward. Before last Wednesday, I would not have dreamed about going anywhere near a communal shower. And here I was walking down the hallway, dressed in nothing but a leather-pride-themed beach towel, behind the butt-naked black buns of Theo. He wore this towel over his brought shoulder with his junk on full display. I got to see him fully naked for the first time. Man, he was hung like a stallion. His flaccid manhood was impressive. The name 'Big-T' took on a whole new meaning when I saw him soap up his cock and get hard at the same time. Theo and I stood fairly close together. While Mark and Philip practically shared the same nozzle on the other side of the shower.

Theo had soaped up and was stroking his stiffening member when he looked grinningly over at me. Watching me looking at his cock. He twisted himself toward me and jerked off for me. I could not resist him. I stuck out a hand and laid Theo's more than 9-inches in it. Theo moaned in pleasure. I enclosed his dick and realized the beauty of it. He was nearly as long as Philips. But much less veiny and not much thicker than my own. Theo was smooth and rock-hard, yet the black rod was velvety soft to the touch at the same time. I let my hand slide up and down the beautiful black cock a few times. Grasped him in my hand after a moment and pulled it upward. Jerking him firmly off with one hand and cupping his juicy balls in the other. His breathing became a lot heavier. 

I kissed Theo. First on his cheek, then on his lips. He had taken ahold of my dick as well and played with it. I kissed Theo's neck, his shoulder, his arm. Theo raised it and let me lick his armpit. I went down and sucked on one of his nipples. Then finally drove my tongue in and out of his sexy belly button. I bent my knees, and Big-T gasped as I sucked him off. Right then and there in Watermann's communal shower. 

It was too much for Theo to bear. Announcing to the whole world that he was going to give me his Jamaican nut. Skull fucking me, he unloaded his balls down my throat. I swallowed, gagged, and sputtered. Proudly looking up at him as he pressed my head forcefully over his dick. Telling me in a heavily exorbitantly Jamaican accent, "Oh Ja, man... Take that shit... Swallow it, man... Take my Nut... Oh fuck... Argh... Ah... Mmm... Yeah... Swallow... Oh shit, Ja man!... Oh Gawd... Oh fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" screaming as he blasted stream after stream in my mouth, down my throat, and over my face. His legs twitched and shook as he kept on pumping this beautiful cock into my mouth. I just sat on the floor, letting my throat do its work, while I grinned up at Big-T. 

I sucked him dry and cleaned him up. Tasting his sweet and salty juices with delight. He pulled me off the ground and kissed me hard.
"Fuck T!... that's a taste I could get used to... man, you're so fucking big!... I do love me a black cock!"
"Why don't you drop by for dinner tomorrow then?... I'll show you my leather's, if you show me yours..." said Theo with a huge dirty grin on his face.
"It's a date!" I replied as we suddenly heard Philip unload rough and deep into Mark's ass. Slamming his hips against my brother as if he was spanking him. We had forgotten all about those two being there as well.
"You guys nearly done?... I need a stiff drink to wash Theo spunk down with," I joked.
The four of us giggled like little schoolboys as we cleaned up and got dressed.

We were merrily chatting as we walked into the bar and reception area of the gym. But immediately fell silent when we saw who was sitting at the bar.
Jeff -fucking- Skyler was sitting between the gorgeous black dude and the red-headed bulldog. His arms behind his back, handcuffed to the bar.

"Well... well... Who do we have here?... You could not resist then, Jeffy-poo?" I grinned nastily.
"Big-T?... Is your dad still friends with that notary-lawyer guy?" I asked.
"Yes, but what has that to do with..." started Theo to say, but I interrupted him.
"No time for butt... Call your dad and tell him to bring his cage-fighting buddies over here NOW!"
"Yes, but..."
"FUCK T!... Do as you're told, or I spank your butt so hard you won't be able to sit on your daddy's 13-inch cock for a month... Call your stepfather and get them over here now!"
"Sir, yes... Sir!" he replied.
"Tell him we got the bastard that used Mark at boot camp... He'll know what that means," I added.

"What do you want with me, kid... You wanted to get fucked by a leather guy, bitch!" screamed Jeff horsely. His head was still being held tightly in a headlock by the Bulldog. Jeff had clearly been in a fight. His lip was cut, and one of his eyes was hammered shut.
"Ummm... Buddy... Could you loosen your grip a bit?... He is turning blue... We need that asshole alive... Thanks..." I asked, tapping the bulldog on his shoulder. He let go of Jeff. That gave Mark the perfect opportunity to get his own back. Throwing a punch in anger. Mark had knocked Jeff out. He had slumped off the barstool.
"Do you feel better now, Mark?" I asked as Mark rubbed his bleeding knuckles.

"Hey, Pissman!... Go and get the paperwork for this gym... It's time for a change in management... Don't you think, boi!" I asked indifferently. Hank looked at me for a second and left. Philip followed him to the office. The gorgeous black dude helped tape up Mark's hand. While the bulldog and I helped Jeff to sit back down. The redhead introduced himself as Jimmy, and the doc was called Charles.

Not long after that, Tylor and his notary-lawyer buddy stormed into the gym. Followed by his mates.
"You don't scare me!" bellowed Jeff at the guys.
That earned him an elbow to the head from Charles. Knocking him out again. I explained the situation to the men. Hank started to whimper and explain what Jeff had done to gain control over the gym. How Jeff had financially milked the place dry and had videotaped his endeavors with the young men that he took down to the dungeon with his buddies. Using Hank as his cover and his personal slave.

"You don't have any proof of that!... You don't know where I live... And even if you did, you don't know how to get in... the place is boobytrapped!" sneered Jeff.
I started to laugh, "Oh, Jeffy-poo, these army guys will know how to deal with that!... But thanks for the heads-up, loser!" 
I handed Jeff's business card to Theo's stepdad. In turn, he showed it to his lawyer buddy, who gave it to Philip and Jimmy.
"Could you guys do a recon at 409 Starboard drive? Apartment 3-02... There should be shitloads of 'evidence' there... And probably some other damming paperwork as well..." I said. Judging by Jeff's reaction, he was really starting to get scared now. He realized he was caught red-handed this time. This 17-year-old kid had properly outfoxed him.

"Guys, take some backup with you, but don't destroy the place... Take Jeffy-poo with you too... Tylor... If he gives you any shit, then show him what a real man feels like!... Take all the evidence... We'll keep it for safekeeping until Jeffy-poo has willingly signed this place back over... If he does not voluntarily give it up, we will make sure the evidence will get to the police!" I explained calmly.

"Jeffy-poo, I strongly suggest you get the fuck out of this country... And hope, by God, that the authorities don't get a hold of you before us... And don't even think of trying to come back... Or start up another extortion scheme somewhere else... We will find out!" I threateningly explained to Jeff. The big bodybuilder nodded with genuine fear in his soul.
Jeff was cowering while Tylor's cage-fighting mates, Mark, and his army brothers took him away. I told Tylor's lawyer friend to put the gym in Tylor's name for now. Thinking that he would do a heck of a lot better than Hank Watermann had ever done.

Theo and I were the only ones left in the gym. So we sat down at the bar and got pissed drunk on Watermann's cost. Hours later - It was well past 10 o'clock - the guys came back. Theo's stepdad had the title and deed in hand, and a boatload of computer drives and other paperwork had been taken by the notary-lawyer friend for safekeeping. Apparently, Jeff's ass was re-educated. He had voluntarily signed over all the stuff and done a runner. Then, leaving the country, never to be seen or heard off again.

It was well past noon when I finally woke up the next Saturday. I had a terrible hangover. But a good lunch, strong coffee, and some fresh air cleared up the worst of it. I pushed the motorbike out of the garage and hosed the worst of the dirt and dust off it. Wearing my old style nerdy clothes mom had bought for me. Figuring that they would do for now as work clothes. I gave the bike the once over and changed the filters. I filled it up with fresh oil and started the engine for the first time in two and a half years. God, that was a nice feeling between my legs when the machine came back to life. Philip had heard it and came out to the driveway. Mark handed me my helmet and told me to drive it around back. 

I looked imploringly to Philip, who jumped on the back right away. Giving me some instructions, and off we went. Gently at first. But I got the hang of it quickly enough. Racing the 250 cc monster around the block a couple of times. Theo had stuck his groggy head out his bedroom window, wondering what all the commotion was about. I held my hand up and waved to him. Theo gave me an impressed smile and a thumbs up in return. I had come to a screeching halt in the back street. Hunking my horn a couple of times. Theo and his stepdad Tylor came outside to congratulate me.

"Wow, now that's a nice bike, man," said Tylor impressed.
"It sure is... That puts mine to shame," Theo added, quite embarrassedly.
"Awe... All your bike needs is a new buddy seat and a proper paint job... I can help you with that if you want, T," I said.

"Ummm, Benson... I had to make a phone call to your dad this morning about yesterday's events... But your mom answered the phone... I got the impression that she thought something is up!... I thought you ought to know." said Tylor avoiding my gaze.
"Ah, thanks for the heads-up, sir," I said as I called to Philip, who was sitting at our kitchen table. When he stuck his head out the back door, I gestured for him to quickly come over. Theo gave him a fist bump when he did. 

"You better get your gear packed, Philly... I believe my parents are coming home much sooner than expected... Tylor had to speak to my dad but got my mom all worried instead," I said worriedly. Mark had followed his lover outside and had heard me talking to Phil.
"Dad just texted me, Benson... They are coming home on Monday afternoon... So that leaves us the weekend." I could not believe that would be true. Mom would nag him to come back earlier than that if she thought something was up. So I told him, "Oh well, that's better than I had feared... Still 2 weeks earlier than expected, though... There goes my holiday!" I sighed, annoyed.

"You can hide out at our place," suggested Theo lovingly.
"Yep... You're always welcome there, Benson!" added Tylor fatherly.
"Are we still on for dinner this evening then?... We can hang out in my room after if you like, Benny," asked Theo tentatively.
"Ha... Is that what we are calling it these days?" joked Tylor to his stepson. Full well knowing that his boy was going to screw my brains out if he got me up there. "Make sure you tell your mom you're bringing a guest over for dinner then, Theodore!"
"I'd love to have dinner with you guys!... Your wife is the best cook I have met, sir," I said, a little flirty.
"You can have my seat. son... I won't be back until very late," said Tylor as he walked to his big rig to do another rush delivery. Tylor has had many jobs, but being a gym owner was probably a first. Even for him.

I gave Tylor a ride on my new bike around the block a few times. He clamped on to me much more tightly than was strictly necessary. Letting his hands wander a little over my chest and upper legs. We stopped in front of my place again, where we both waxed and buffed the Honda back to a showroom gleam.
"Thanks for the help, dude..." I said to Theo. He puckered up and wanted to kiss me. "Best not do that here, stud... What will the neighbors think?" We both laughed. But I still got a warm bro-hug from Theo. "If you want, we can take this up a few notches this evening... I may even let you 'beat-up' my ass again," I said to Big-T with a dirty wink.
"Really?... You want me to... Ummm?..." asked Theo, somewhat surprised.
"Sure... I think you enjoyed yesterday's shower event just as much as training my skinny ass... Didn't you... Or did I misread your signals?... If so, then I didn't mean any disrespect Big-T," I asked, a little puzzled.

"Oh... No... you read me like an open book... but... Well... I just may be a little too rough for you... I usually take without asking permission," said Theo.
"Just remember two can play that game, Papi!... I give as well as I take, you know!... But tonight, I do hope we can take it very nice and slow... Do some experimental drilling... if you catch my drift... Though, I do like to check out your leather gear as well... I really like my victims to be dressed properly for the occasion!" I grinned dirty. Winking at Theo.
"Okay, Papi can do that too, Benny," laughed Theo out loud.
"Well then... Go clean your room and lube that ass!" I said in a commanding voice. Spanking Theo as he walked away laughing.
"Dinner is at 7, Benny... See you then, buddy," He called back over to me.

Later that evening, I nervously knocked on the Cummingham's kitchen door around 7. aunty Jesmin opened the door and warmly invited me in. "Benny... Hi... Dinner is running a bit late, honey... Why don't you go up to Theodore's room... He has actually cleaned out that pigsty without me nagging him for it," She said, utterly surprised.
"Ha... I told him to do that... I guess he did listen to me... Is there anything I can do to help you with dinner, aunty Jesmin?" I asked. Full well knowing that this African goddess wasn't my aunt. But mom had insisted on Mark, and I call her that from a very young age. Of course, Mark had quickly grown out of that. But somehow, it had stuck with me.
"Oh... As polite as ever... No dear, you just run upstairs, Benson... and do get Theodore to help around the house if you can!" She laughed as she shooed me out of the kitchen with a small kiss on the cheek.

Nervously I knocked on Theo Cummingham's bedroom door. Hoping that this evening would go as I had dreamed about. So many hot, wet, and sticky times before.

< Continued in Dreaming of Leather men - part 5 of 8 >

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