Dreaming of Leather men

Introduction - Dreaming of Leather men: 
Benson Long's dream's had all became a reality. He hung out with cool leather men and guided impressionable young twinks to manhood. Working out in the gay gym, he had helped to set up. And enjoying the men's club underneath it. 4 years after his own initiation Benson met Robert. Using all he learned to guide the lad to his brotherhood of men. Leather men. Teaching the new protegee that dreams really can cum true.
This is an 8 part series describing the fun Benny had discovering his preferences.

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What a difference four weeks make.

This Thursday morning, after my coming out party, it was pouring with rain like crazy. When this adventure began -  in mid-summer -, it had been hot and sultry. In just four weeks, I had turned my life completely around. From an extremely shy and timid kid. With a thick lanky dark-blond hair-do that was hanging in layers over my scalp like some emo nerd. All the way to a good-looking tattooed gay twink with an ebony muscle god for a boyfriend. And a cool look that matched my newly found much tougher and way more confident attitude. 

What a difference four weeks had made. "Just imagine what you can do with four years?" I thought, happy to myself, looking lustfully at my man. Theo was sleeping peacefully next to me. So yesterday - after the greatest birthday party ever - we left the mess downstairs for what it was. The 6 of us, Mom and Dad, Mark and Philip, Theo and I, all felt a little frisky. So we went up to our separate rooms to fool around a little. 

There was a lot of love shared in the Long-residence last night. Although I don't know how much Theo truly noticed of it. We were both quite drunk, having celebrated so damned hard all day. Theo dropped off to dreamland pretty quickly. Not that it held him back from riding my ass like a mad man. No, not at all. As soon as we cuddled up naked under the duvet, he spooned me. Then, dreamily Theo lay his big muscular arm over my middle and pulled my ass roughly over his 9-inch rock-hard black man-tool.

Theo cuddle-fucked my hole for a while. Only his snores betrayed him that he was half asleep already. As I said, it started out nice enough. Yet, I was glad that I had lubed my ass before I had stepped into bed with my stud. Theo started to talk in his sleep. I laughed once I got the gist of it. I placed my phone on my bedside table and recorded us.

Theo dreamed, loudly, that he and his mates were using a foul-mouthed red-head cocky dude named Peter. They roughed him up. Then one by one, they screwed their victim in some nasty back alley near Watermann's gym. Just for calling Theo and his gang faggots. They kicked the crap out of the 21-year-old Peter. Theo instructed his mates what to do with him. And he re-lived all of it in his very wet-dream. Taking my ass instead of Peter's. And I was loving it. I made horny faces to the camera and moaned as I got roughly nailed by my half-sleeping stud. Apparently, my reactions matched Theo's dream. Because he did not fully wake once. But he seeded my hole several times in a row.

This early morning, Theo lay there with the duvet pushed halfway off his naked chest. His golden barbell nipple-piercing was glistening against Big-T's light brown skin. This, together with his tattooed pecs, made him look really tough. Theo must have been dreaming something good. He had a grin from ear to ear on his macho face. His cock had pitched a formidable circus tent under the duvet cover. God, did I love this guy. Theo was the best present I could have wished for on my 18th birthday.

I counted my blessings and sucked on his nipple for ages. Smelling his gorgeous body and licking his sweaty chest. Giving Theo tiny worshipping kisses all over. Suddenly his big strong hand glided through my hair. Pressing my face a little harder over his pierced nipple. Theo moaned softly as I gently bit down on it.

"Hi there... Boo... Mmm... So nice!" moaned Theo.
"Good morning, stud... Sleep well?" I asked. Realizing that it was the first time I had made out with anyone in my bedroom.
"Wow... Did I ever!" said Theo, elated. But still acting a bit sleep drunk.
I could not help myself, asking, "... Who's Peter?..." I looked up a bit meanly at my man.
"Ummm... What do you mean, Boo?" Theo asked, a little fearful.
"You talk in your sleep, man... Sounds like you and your gang used this Peter very roughly," I said with a dirty grin.
"I didn't... I never... Huh?... I don't get it..." replied Theo.
I picked my phone up and streamed last night's sleep-fucking video from Theo and me on my new 55-inch TV.
"Oh, God... Well, there is no denying it then..." laughed Theo, horny.

I had snuck under the duvet and blew my man's morning wood while he watched the video. After some time, Big-T kicked the duvet off us, and he grabbed my head a little forcefully. Pumping my face over his delicious dick. Making me gag while I was forced to deep-throat him.

I looked dangerously up at Theo, pushing his hands off the top of my head. I hooked my arms under his knees and crawled up over him. Dragging his legs up in the air with me. Theo's eyes widened as my cock slid raw into his asshole. No prep, no remorse, no mercy. Just straight down the full length of the ebony rabbit hole. Nothing too rough or too mean. But one hard, relentless push forward.

"Ohhh... Fuck... Arghhh... Oh, God... You're so big, Ben...  Hole in One... Go slow... Boo... Oh Shit," whimpered Theo.
I locked my fingers into his and gave Theo very little time to get used to my cock, stretching his hole open wide. After a few long strokes, Theo relaxed his body a bit. The way I lay on top of my man pinned him down. So he could literally do nothing else but accept reality. He was getting fucked. I was taking his hole if he wanted it or not. I did Theo in the same way he handled that Peter in the back alley. Rough and hard.

I upped the tempo. Pounding my stud and preparing to breed Big-T. "Take it, Bitch... I am going to shoot... Ah... Mmm... Nice tight hole... Who's your daddy now?" I screamed.
"Oh yeah... Give it to me, man... I want your load... Seed my hole with your fucking big cock, Benny... Oh God, Yes!... Pound my ass full!" yelled Theo back.
I squeeze Theo's hands hard and slammed my seed meanly into his gut.
"Oh fuck... I can feel it flow!... Damn... It's going in deep... Shit... This is fucking hot!... Don't pull out, Boo," moaned Theo.

We screwed a long time after I shot my nut into Theo's ass. Making a proper mess of my bed. Theo rolled us over but kept riding my glowing rod.
"Oh... Fuck... Shit dude... I am so close!" moaned Theo a few minutes later. He had slicked up his 9-inch dick and was jerking himself off with two hands. Making sloppy noises emit from both his cock and ass. Theo dumped thick and heavy streams of spunk over my right pec and stomach. 

Two or three globs hit the bullseye, landing squarely on my right nipple. As if Theo was aiming for the tongue of the sea dragon tattoo on my right pec.
"Nice of you to feed Longwang Li too..." I joked at the mess Theo had made on my chest. "Want to tongue kiss Longwang Li and help him to clean up this mess?" I asked Theo naughtily as I wiped some globs of cum off my stomach to taste it. Theo bent over, slid off my dick, and vacuumed his own sperm off my nipple. Kissing Longwang Li in the process.
"How about sharing some of that with me too, boss?" I asked. Theo grinned up at me and plunged his cum-covered tongue into my mouth.

Theo was a bit out of breath after that early morning workout. So I let him lay in bed while I jumped under the shower. It was only a quarter to seven. We could not have had more than three or four hours of sleep. But I felt right awake after that shower. So I went downstairs to clean up the mess from yesterday's party. Letting Theo catch up on his beauty sleep. 

By the time the rest stumbled back down, I had most of the party detritus cleared away already and had set the table for brunch. The smell of warm toast and fresh coffee had called them downstairs around ten o'clock. All were feeling a little worse for wear. But some strong coffee and a gentile chat cleared their hangovers right up. I had used up the leftovers and other snacks from yesterday's party to serve up a feast.

As I stood at the kitchen counter to prepare Theo's breakfast tray, I heard mom scream. "... Oh, God... Will you look at that?..." All of us looked at Eileen and saw what she was looking at outside. Karen McDougle walked past our house in the back alleyway. Her head was bent down low against the rain and stormy winds. The bun in her hair had come undone, and the long black locks were hanging down dripping wet. Making the other ways haughty woman look disheveled and forlorn.

At the same time, I got a text from Suzanne. I knew Suz as far back as pre-school. We had been best friends forever. Actually, I think Suzanne was the only true friend I had ever had growing up. But to me, Suz was more of a sister than anything else. Suzanne texted, "- The McDougles have been fighting like cats and dogs all night... I think Richard has finally kicked her out!... I'll be over in a moment... See ya! -" Suzanne Meijers lived next door to them. 

I knew that the McDougles were not a happily married couple. Even when Suzanne and I were kids, they threatened to divorce each other two or three times a year. However, it looked like yesterday's homophobic events had pushed Richard over the edge. Mom grasped my arm as we watched Karen walk toward the double rainbow that had formed on the other side of the back street. She had a trolly case and an old-fashioned carpet bag in hand. Forsaken Karen walked out of sight.

"Nothing you can do about it, mom... It isn't your fault she hates gays... I am just glad you're okay with us," I said calmly.
"I am so sorry, Benny..." she said, with a quavering voice.
"What are you sorry for, mom?... I could have kicked her out of the house as soon as they walked in yesterday," I said, consoling Eileen. "... But thanks to Karen's nasty comments, I had the perfect opportunity to tell everyone I am gay..."
Philip walked up to Eileen and added, "Yeah, that's right... It gave us an angle to tell we are getting married too... Eileen... I think we should be grateful for Karen's loudmouth."

"Mom, if you want to feel sorry for someone, then think of Richard..." suggested Mark calmly.
"Your right, boys... I'll go and see if he needs some..." started Eileen to say.
"You do nothing of the sorts, Eileen... I'll text him first... Then we will see how he responds... He's my friend," said our father wisely. Fearing that mom could make things worse rather than better for Richard.

Suzanne rushed into my bedroom after I had served Theo his brunch in bed. The scene that awaited her knocked the wind right out of my best friend. She said, startled, "Oh?... Ummm... Sorry about that... I should have knocked first... Shouldn't I?..." She stammered as she looked at Theo's aroused naked body on my bed.

"Ha... Nothing you haven't seen before, girlfriend... Come on in and have a threesome with us..." I laughed heartily at Suzanne. Banging on a spot between Theo and me on the bed. Theo grinned and gestured for Suzanne to join us. Suzanne blushed and shyly sat on the very edge of the bed. Suzanne had been Theo's fling for a couple of months when we were much younger. That was until he tried to pimp her out to some of his mates. And she dumped him in a blink of an eye.

"Jeez, Suz... Don't be shy, girl... You have tasted that fucking black meet plenty of times!... Or was that all a lie?" I asked as I pulled Suzanne in between Theo and myself.
"Ummm... Yeah... but still... You guys are lovers now..." she stammered, a little embarrassed.
"Well, I am still bi..." giggled Theo as he wiggled his dick lustfully at her.
"And if you want, Suz... You're welcome to do my man's front... While I take care of his rear..." I joked naughtily.

Suzanne considered us for a moment. Then she nastily smiled before pulling the duvet over the three of us. Helping Theo to eat his breakfast while she cuddled up between us. Somehow this didn't feel weird at all. Suzanne stroked Theo's meat while she kissed me dearly.

"I had such a great time yesterday, Benson..." She said softly, "Sorry about that McDougle woman, though... You guys look really cool together... I am glad that I am lesbian... Or I would have a hard time picking whom I want as a boyfriend!" 
Theo and I choked and gasped at that comment. "Are you gay too, Suzanne?... Shit, Theo, we do need to get the water tested asap!... I think it's catching!" I quipped, astonished.

"Well, then you haven't heard about Richard McDougle..." said Suzanne with a nasty grin.
"What about him?..." I asked, bewildered.
"He's been caught teaching the choir boys at Karen's church something else than how to sing..." grinned Suzanne. "As queer as a doorknob, that one!"
"Shit... Really?... I thought he hit it off a little too well with John Wang Li and Doc Brown yesterday evening too... Haven't seen them for a while yesterday... I do wonder..." I said quizzically.
"Wonder no more... Your bike-shed was quite busy!" joked Suzanne naughtily. The three of us laughed hard and made out a little.

Suzanne became a staple in Theo's and my life. We even had a few naughty threesomes with her over the following years. Not that it was planned. We just let it happen naturally. As so many other wonderful things started to happen to Theo and me. Together with Suzanne, I went to the business management college in our town. Were I quickly became one of the popular jocks in college.

Several times a week, I worked out in our gym with Theo as a trainer. The help, meds, and the guidance I got from Doc Brown had done their job. I quickly started to gain the muscle mass I had dreamed of. Making me look the way I felt. Turning me into the athletic stud that I desired to become. And that to the increasing pleasure of Theo. Theo had invited me to join his rock band. We looked so fucking cool together.  We played our gigs during some of the wilder college parties. Attracting even more attention to myself.

My popularity at college came with some side effects, though. Having to disappoint many a sexy woman and pleasing a lot of bi-curious young college dudes on campus. Most of those guy's ended up working out in Tylor's Workout Club. 

"- The place where Boys become man, and Men become friends for life -".

Throughout my college years, I worked part-time for Philip and my father. Putting into practice there what I had learned at school. Managing the teams and running the property- and construction businesses with them. I aced most of my classes as a result.

Theo moved into one of the new apartments above the gym. Making it our lovenest. Big-T started to work full-time as a trainer and manager at Tylor's gym. Tylor ran the men's club underneath the gym himself. Making sure everyone had a lovely safe time there. I had feared that the gym would either attract the wrong crowd or get a name for being just another gay spot. 

That did not happen. In fact, most straight fathers happily took their sons there. Strengthened in the knowledge that their offspring would get a great workout and be perfectly safe there. In addition, our gym happily catered to all men; straights, bisexuals, as well as gays. We just had three hard rules. Except people as they are, don't judge what you haven't tried yourself, and 'Live and let Live'. 

Even city hall was elated with the new look and feel of Pride Street. It had quickly become the hottest hangout spot in town. Sure, there were many more gay shops and nightclubs in our street than in other areas of our harbor town. But it was done aesthetically pleasing. Mothers would happily take their offspring from one part of the city center to the other via the gay Pride Street.

After college, I set up my own business. The only vacant shop left on Pride Street used to be a restaurant. Together with 3 partners, we created a classy restaurant next to the leather shop across from the gym. I left the running of it to the partners. We catered to most of the shop owners in our street. As well as the clients from the gym that loved the healthy foods we could supply them with. The restaurant, Ben's, became a household name on Pride Street. With a big terras out front next to the leather shop. Our 12 male waiters always wore leather pants as a uniform. Rather than nametags, they wore army tags over their skin-tight T-shirts. Part of their job description was to look muscular. So all of them trained at Tylor's too.

Suzanne opened up an art gallery with her new girlfriend on Pride Street. They sold a more eclectic taste in art. Well, I say eclectic; Suz didn't shy away from the more hardcore pornographic art pieces. The other shops catered to a younger crowd as well. Leaning to the more exotic clothes that hip young twinks liked to buy. There was a shop for every taste. From punk to grunge, emo, goth, and sissy. All the way to skaters, surfers, hipsters, and jocks. Heck, you could get a 5 piece suit made as easily on Pride Street as you could get a full leather outfit. Our street had exactly the sort of shopkeepers that I had first envisioned for Pride Street 4 years ago.

And if ever there was trouble brewing in our street, the trainers from Tylor's, the waiters from Ben's, and the leather shop's bouncers would calm things down right away. Making certain the gay-friendly nature of this endeavor was ensured. I oversaw the management of the Pride Street shop owners association. Earning me quite a bit of status amongst them. I could be firm if I needed to be. But I preferred to help the entrepreneurs rather than punish them. After all, most of them were my friends.

What a difference four years made. Our town's rundown areas had gotten the Long imperium treatment. The rundown apartment's near the harbor on Starboard Street became part of a new posh up-town neighborhood. The existing apartment buildings had all been refurbished and updated. Philip Parks lived in the large loft apartment on 409 Starboard street with Mark. It was a very classy joint with an ocean view and all. The area had new parks and a harbor boulevard where joggers liked to do their morning runs. New apartments and shops filled in the empty spots. Gone was the ghetto that Jeff Skyler had tried to create there. Earning tons of income for Philips property management company. My dad had made Philip director there while he concentrated on building new buildings.

Mom had quit working as a nurse and enjoyed the family life. They had moved house and now lived in a large mansion on the cliffs overlooking the harbor. Dad had done very well for himself. His companies had landed a few very large contracts. The four of us, Mark and Philip, Theo and I, joined them for Sunday dinners as often as possible.

Mark had gone back to officer school. He had worked himself up through the ranks. After a few stints abroad, he was promoted a few times and was now Brigadier General Parks-Long. Yes, after three and a half years, Mark and Philip finally decided to get married. Philip also adopted the Parks-Long name.

Once mom and dad decided to move, I took the opportunity to shack up with my love too. I bought a second apartment next to Theo's above the gym's pool. We had dad's company combined them into one loft for the two of us. Since I had way too much spare time on my hands, I started to work as a counselor at the gym. Guiding the young man thru puberty. Keeping close contact with their parents and schools.

Chapter 9. The Epilogue - Four years later.

It was exactly four years to the day. Back then, I had been forcefully seduced into sex by a gay leather biker. Jeff Skyler had opened my eyes to my path ahead. And although he took a very questionable approach, I was more or less happy with the life lessons he unknowingly had taught me. He had helped to figure out who Benson Long was and what I wanted out of life. 

When I did my usual rounds through the men's club catacombs, I was confronted by one of the older men.
The 52-year-old mister Newkirk was nailing one of the regular house bottoms in a sling. It hung in one of the side rooms of the dungeon catacombs. The happily married straight Roderic was going through the motions when I walked past the concrete archway in the darkroom.

"Hèy Mr.B... Could I have a word, please?" master Newkirk called.
A little surprised, I walked back and stood watching the two for a moment. Roderic Newkirk was acting out one of his leather master and slave fantasies. "Sure... sir... How may I be of service?" I asked with a friendly smile. "... Is everything in order, master Nik?"

Roderic beamed at me. Glad that I did not use his real name in front of the bottom. He looked meanly down at his slave and pulled his cock out of the lad. "Clean me, slave... Then piss off... I have had better bitches than you!"

The house bottom was deeply offended and try to push me aside to get out of the darkroom right away. I grabbed the lad's leather collar and pulled him back, "Your job isn't finished, dude... First, clean your master's cock and balls... Then ask permission to be excused... Obey... Or else!" The lad lowered his submissive gaze and proceeded to clean master Nik up like the pro he was.

Roderic told me he needed our help to guide his son through a rough spot. He had caught Robert looking at gay porn on his laptop several times. And he did not really know how to handle a son with budding gay feelings. The relationship Robert had with both his parents wasn't the best. He pushed their every attempt to help or guide him away. Robert was nearly 16 but way too timid. But a very good-looking fit dude nonetheless. Our trainers and staff had caught the young man looking at the glory holes in the gym's showers. Or ogling some hot-looking men across the gym a couple of times. 

Those men were well above his pay-grade, so to say. Since we liked to keep the men separated from the boys in the gym, Robert could only look and dream. Checkpoints were set up between the different areas of the gym, the pool, and the underground men's club. So no unwittingly teen would end up down the dungeon. An easy key-card system separated the men from the boys. Without the right level of clearance, the doors just remained closed.

But it seemed that Robert had progressed a little faster than the level on his key-card. He was ready for so much more than just to sneak a peek.
Actually, I had been following Robert's progress for a while now. And with more than average interest. He reminded me so much of myself at that age. I knew he was trying hard to find his way. But his shyness blocked him from proceeding. So when his father confronted me about him in the dungeon, I was more than willing to take the lad under my wing.

A little later, I found Robert in the gym. He had just finished some upper body workouts on one of the machines. On the far end of the gym, two hairy muscle daddies had cornered an older twink. Those huge bodybuilders were built like brick shit houses. The lad, Durk, sat on his knees while he was made to suck off the two 40-year-old hairy men. Robert watched the ruthless proceedings with an increasing reddening face from the other side of the gym. He had stopped the workout he was on and set on the very edge of the apparatus. The boy was mesmerized by the brutal way the daddies used Durk in public. He had stuffed one of his hands down the front of his gym shorts. Robert was quietly watching the proceedings, playing with himself.

I sat softly down behind Robert. Straddling the leather cushioned seat. The dude was sitten on the very tip of it, watching so intently that he did not even notice me. "That's an interesting workout technique... Ain't it Robert?" I asked quietly. Bending forward a little to whisper in Robert's ear.

The lad jumped and looked around in fright. "Oh, God... You gave me such a scare, sir!" stammered Robert. I scooted forward and put a steadying arm around Robert's upper torso. "Can I have a word with you later, Rob?... But first, let us watch those men for a while, Robert." My leather jeans pressed against Robert's thighs. And I pulled his head backward by placing a hand on Robert's sweaty forehead. The boy shivered a little as he felt my leathers press against his legs. Obviously, he loved the feel of the leathers against his body. Because he totally relaxed in my arms and lay back against my leather vest after a while. Letting his hand wander over my leather jeans.

"Mmm... This is so nice," moaned the nearly 16-year-old, barely auditable.
"Mmm... I agree... Look at Durk go!... Don't you just wish you could be in his place?" I whispered sneakily into Robert's ear.
"Hmmm... I wouldn't know how..." sighed Robert, "I much rather be held like this anyway... I really love the way your leathers feel and smell, sir!" said Robert stroking my legs.
"Ha... I like them too... I didn't know you're into that, dude... You may call me Ben or Benny, kid... 'Sir' is my father," I softly joked, "... Go on, you may stroke yourself a little... if this turns you on." It surely did turn young Robert on. When I pulled the waistband of the shorts forward, up sprang an unusually large 9-inch boy-toy. Well, I have seen bigger, of course. But never on a young dude like Robert. It was ready for blast-off.

"You're gonna make some girl very happy with that tool, dude," I said, impressed. Looking down over Robert's shoulder.
"I think... No!... I know... I know I would rather impress some tough guy like you someday," said Robert firmly. However, his own words shocked him. But at least I could see that he was honest about it and had privately given it a great deal of thought already. With his face as red as a firetruck, Robert looked up at me and gave me a rough peck on the cheek. "But I do hope he's as good looking as you, sir... in your fucking cool leathers!" added the boy excitedly. Gone was his shyness. He pressed himself against me and relaxed his body.

I grinned knowingly down at the rosy-cheeked Robert.
"What?" asked Robert incredulously.
"Well... You remind me of a guy that I knew 4 or 5 years ago... Actually, you remind me of me!... I was just like you... Shy and unsure of the world... Looking like a nerd... But at least your much more muscular already... Back then, I was a skinny asshole that got bullied a lot... Whishing some leather guy would show me the way... I loved to look at butch leather-wearing guys too... I don't think I knew that I was gay... I just loved their leather gear."
"No Way!..." said Robert obstinately.
"Yeah, Way!..." I told Robert and showed him a picture of me when I was 16.
Robert looked at the skinny emo nerd in the photo and then back up at the hunky leather-wearing jock towering over him in disbelieve. 

I pouted my lips and gave the boy his first-ever tongue kiss. At the same time, I hooked his jockstrap's waistband under the lad's balls. Robert grabbed the throbbing cock and stroked himself. Together we watched how Durk got skull fucked rudely by the two hairy daddies on the other side of the gym for a while. 

But when one of the daddies started to play brutally with Durk's ass, I called to them, "Wo guys... Take the party to one of the backrooms, please!... Durk... Do as these men ask you to do... Just make sure they wear protection!" Clearly, the guys thought they were alone in the gym with Durk. They smirked dirty at me and hoisted Durk off the floor. Then guided the horny twink down the hall to one of the level-2 back rooms. Where hardcore workouts were allowed.

"What do you say, Rob?... Shall we go down to the bar and have a chat?... I'd like to get a better picture of what help we can offer you," I asked, standing up and stretching out a hand to Robert.
"But... But... I... I can't... I am not allowed to go to that place!" the lad stammered, scared.

"Well, one, you are with me, and my office is down there... Two, it helps if you're the owner's boyfriend... And three, your key-card could do with an upgrade, I think... Not every 16-year-old has your level of maturity." I said, clapping my right hand on his shoulder in pride. Giving Robert a good close-up view of my tattoo. My leather vest and company tanktop had revealed most of it. Robert shivered as he contemplated the idea of going down to Tylor's men's club.

We walked down the same corridor Durk had been taken into. On either side of the level-2 hallway were a couple of smaller gym setups. With 'equipment' Robert had never seen before. A lot of screwing around was going on back there.

"Do I have to do that too down there?..." asked Robert, slightly worriedly, when he saw Durk getting spit-roasted over a weight lifting bench.
"Nope... Of course not!... Remember that you don't have to do anything in this club that you don't want to do, buddy... But you may try anything that piques your interest." Robert sighed, relieved, and put his arm around my back. I think he did it just to feel my leather vest. I grinned down at the boy when I recognized his budding love for leather. He really was my spitting image.

Two doors down, a group of twinky jocks held a dirty jerk-off party.
"Hey, Robert?... Nice to see you back here, dude!" called the 19-year-old Charlie out of the backroom. Charlie grinned at the lad and raised a thumb as his dick got gobbled up by one of his mates.

"Someone you know, Rob?" I ask curiously.
"Yeah... Ummm... He lives next door to me... I didn't know he was gay too?" said Robert puzzled.
"Maybe he is... Maybe he isn't... Personally, I don't care much about those labels myself... But, unless he says he is, we should not assume anything here... Plenty of straight men screw around with others in our club," I said, mentoring the lad.
"Ah... Right... Sorry about that then... I see your point... Ummm... Benny."

We walked to a door with a key-card lock. I swiped mine. Pressing plus 1 to indicate I was not alone. It read level 12, and that astounded Robert a lot. So far, his card was set to level 1. Only good for the gym and the pool. You needed level 2 for the gym's adult rooms and the sauna. And level 3 for the main bar and cruising area and cinema.

"Staff levels go up from 6 to 12," I told him. "This is the back way to the bar... We need to get you changed into something a little more appropriate... You stick out like a sore thumb in your gym gear down there."
"What do you mean, Benny?" asked Robert baffled again. It made him feel like a stupid noob.
"Don't worry about it, Rob... You can ask me almost anything... You will know soon enough... Just follow my lead." I said. Stopping the lad on the stairs, I added, "Robert... If you feel too uncomfortable down there at any point, then you just ask to be taken back upstairs... And I, or our staff members, will do so right away... Deal?"
"Deal... Thank you, Benny!" replied Robert relieved.

We exited the stairwell and walked into the back-office area of the club's bar. I had my office there, immediately next to Tylors'. Back there were also the staff room and the clubs' kitchen. At the very end was a room full of surplus leather gear from our erotic stage acts. I handed Robert a biker jacket without sleeves and a small leather baseball cap. I even helped him to fasten two wide leather wristbands around his wrists. When he had pulled the cool vest and the baseball cap on, I placed him in front of a large mirror. Robert was too stunned to say anything. But I knew that look. The teen felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. Riding there on the back of a motorcycle driven by a leather god.

"Looks real good on you... Doesn't it?" I said, admiring Robert's reflection in the mirror. "... Feel any different?... For once, you are not dreaming it... This could be you... And perhaps sooner than you think, Robby..." I said proudly.

Robert turned around and looked up at me with wet eyes that pleaded to be held tightly. Who was I to deny him that right? Robert had earned it. The boy wore the leather vest and cap with pride. Then, with his head held high, we walked into the bar. Tylor had not expected me to bring a guest that way. Normally that was strictly forbidden.

"Key-card, please, Rob..." I asked the lad. He handed me his card, and I used the bar's cash register to pay 50 credits of my own onto Rob's key card. We made our customers pay some credits when they entered one of the locked doors between the different levels. At the same time, I increased Rob's access code to level 3.

Tylor Cummingham stopped me, "Sure about that, son?... That would give him access to the glory hole cruising area!... Is he ready for that?"
"I would happily give the dude access to the catacombs to fuck around..." I smiled. And then whispered very softly to Tylor, "... But his dad is back there..." Tylor grinned knowingly.

By that time, Rob's eyes had adjusted to the dark of the bar. He saw a few bikers hanging on the bar ogling him in surprise. Near the club's stage area were a couple of guys, clad in nothing but leather chaps, harnesses, and vests, fooling around with each other. In one of the booths across the dancefloor sat a group of muscle twinks in their denim's and baseball caps drinking hard and talking loudly. Robert carefully took in the whole environment. Looking at the kinky drawings of leather types by John Wang Li that hung on the wall.

"This ain't so bad..." proclaimed Robert after a while. "This is just a bar and dance club... Ummm... for real men... I thought this would be the place where they screwed each other..."
"You can do that too in this club... From very soft and safe... Al the way to; 'go sit on my fist slave!'... But most men just come down here to drink with friends... Never going into the maze or the gay catacombs," said Tylor with a wink. Robert's face flushed red again. But this time, he had an understanding grin. This was his new hangout. Robert belonged here now. And the young dude did not even look out of place.
I pulled the leather cap off Robert and replaced it back to front. "Much cooler..." I hissed hotly as I guided my protegee to a booth near the bar.

I placed a couple of Pepsi's on the table and sat down next to Robert.
"How do you feel now, Rob?" I asked.
"Fucking great... Can I keep these leathers?" Robert asked hopefully.
"Nope... Sorry dude... Well, you may keep the cap... But the rest you will have to hand back to Tylor afterward."
Robert took off the small leather baseball cap, looked at it, and kissed me on the cheek in thanks. Showing me what a quick study the dude really was. Moments ago, he could not even look at other men kissing without turning red. Now he was openly kissing a 7 year older man in a leather men's club.

At that exact same moment, Theo walked into the bar. He guided the gang-bangers from the jerk-off party to the dungeon. There they could continue the workout that had gotten a little out of hand upstairs. Charlie followed Theo's eye's over to the booth where Robert and I were talking. Theo made a beeline for the booth, and Charlie automatically followed him. Theo plopped down next to me, and Charlie sat down to his next-door buddy.

"Looking good, Rob... Looking damned good!" said Charlie proudly. Looking at the nearly 16-year-old Robert Newkirk dressed in some cool leathers.
"I see you made a new friend, Boo," told Theo sitting half behind me. Then, pulling me toward him and clapping a hand over my chest from behind.
"Mmmm... Hi, Big-T... Yeah, our little Rob here is ready to play with the big boys... He just needs a little confidence booster and some personal training..." I said, looking over my shoulder at Theo. 

I turned to the jock that knew Robert and asked, "Hmmm... Charlie... is it?... Could you show our Rob around the maze later?... Teach him how the glory holes work... I think he needs some coaching from a cock-sucker like yourself," I asked Charlie with a wink.
"Really?... I am not sure about that!... He is..." started Charlie to say.
"Rob... Show him your thing!" I ordered. Robert pulled open the waistband off his black shorts and out popped the 9-inch man-tool.

Charlie gulped and looked puzzled at me. So I quickly ordered him, "... Dude... Our Robby is so ready for that... So get your horny-ass off that seat!... Teach him what it's like to get sucked off by men!... I hear you're good at that!... Just make sure his ass stays safe... Or he'll rip yours in two!... Catch my drift, dude?" I asked of the horned-up twink.
"Sir, Yes... Sir!... No fucking, just sucking..." replied Charlie with a dirty grin.
"Robert... Are you ready to play with the big boys?... It's totally your call... You don't have to do anything you don't think you're ready for," I calmly asked of my protegee. He nodded happily in reply.

"Just point me in the right direction, Charlie... I'll follow your lead... Dude... Just remember, it's my first time," said Rob, who had already sprung to his feet. Robert grasped Charlie by the hand, pulling him out of the booth. Charlie smirked and lay an arm around Robert's neck. Guiding the young man into the glory hole cruising maze.

Theo asked, "Are you really sure he's ready for that, Boo?"
"As ready as I was weeks before my 18th birthday... Remember?... Go stick your cock through the hole... You'll see what a quick learner Robby really is!"
Theo grinned nastily and followed Charlie and Robert into the glory hole maze. He alerted the staff via his walkie-talkie in the cruising area, "... There is a virgin going into the maze..." That put the guys on high alert. Making sure everyone was on their best behavior.

Charlie guided the wide-eyed Robert through the maze and past the glory-hole stalls. Showing Robert the layout of the place. Theo followed them from a short distance. Once Charlie guided his young mate into one of the larger cubicles, Theo took the stall next to them.

"What do I do now?..." asked Robert a little nervously.
"Relax and watch some porn with me... Like Benson said... We don't have to do anything... But if you see a couple of fingers through that hole... That's the guy's way of asking if you want to get that huge dick of yours sucked by him... Then it's up to you... You either let him, or you don't... It's up to you, Robby." instructed Charlie, very brotherly to Robert.

Theo grinned and watched some porn on the stall's monitor as well. Then, sneaking a peek through the glory hole, he saw that Charlie and Robert were lustfully jerking off together. Robert was constantly gazing down at the glory hole too. Hoping someone would be in the booth next to theirs. Before long, Robert saw two ebony fingers gliding along the edge of the glory hole. Motioning the lad toward him.

Robert looked to Charlie. He smiled at the boy and nodded approvingly. Robert stood up and jerked himself off in front of the hole. Theo gently touched the underside of the smooth 9-inch boy tool. The initial touch made Robert shiver in delight. Taking a tentative step toward the glory hole. Charlie, meanwhile, had squatted next to Robert. And saw an ebony man lick Robert's glance. He understood who the guy on the other side was. Charlie looked up at Robert's face to gauge his reaction. It was one of utter ecstasy.

"Mmmm..." Moaned Robert very softly.
"Nice cock, dude..." came the voice loudly from the other side of the partition.
"Thanks, man... Suck me, please... Ohhh... Yeah... Ah... That's wonderful... He is sucking me, Charlie... Oh... God, that so fucking nice." exclaimed Robert grinning down at Charlie.

"Relax... Don't come just yet... Enjoy it... Try to see if you can feel what his tongue and lips are doing while he blows you, kiddo," said Charlie with an understanding grin. Robert closed his eyes and lay his hands on top of the partition wall. Pushing all of his 9-inches through the hole now.

Theo gagged himself over the big boy-toy. Making Robert cringe in pleasure. The lad had a hard time preventing himself from shooting a load. This wasn't made any easier by Charlie. The twink had grabbed Robert's hips and made him ride Theo's mouth.
"Go on... Fuck his mouth a little... Nice slow motions... Remember to keep breathing... If you got to cum... then just tell him so, dude... He doesn't mind!"
"Oh fuck, this is so nice, Charlie..." moaned Robert as he took Charlie's 8-inch thick cock in one hand to jerk him off as well.

Theo upped the tempo. Bobbing his face over Robert's pumping dick. Robert stopped pumping and let Theo take over. When Theo's tongue wiggled around the boy's dick head, he lost it.
"OH FUCK... Yeah... I am going to blow, man... SHIT... You suck so nice... Oh... Arghh... Here it comes!... Oh... Ah... Mmmm... Hell Yeah... Take it!" whispered Robert urgently to the other side of the partition. Charlie had sneakily put a few fingers behind Robert's ball sack. Feeling how the lad pumped his first load into another man's mouth.
"Charlie... He is drinking the cum right out of my straw... Oh, fuck, that's so dirty!" said Robert horrified as he felt how Theo swallowed his every drop and cleaned his cock.

"Nah... Some guys do like the taste of spunk... Others just love to watch you dump a load all over their faces..." instructed Charlie to the panting young man.
"Nasty... What does it taste like?" asked Robert, intrigued by the idea.
"Hard to explain, dude... It's hot and sticky... And a little salty... Not that bad, actually... You may try it if you want... Look!" said Charlie pointing to the big black dick showing its head near the glory hole.

Eagerly Robert sank to his knees on the filthy floor.
"Jeez... I don't know if I can... That thing is huge!... How the hell am I going to suck that thing off?" asked Robert looking up at Charlie. With a hint of fear in his eyes.
"One inch at a time..." joked Charlie, "Take it slow... and keep it wet... You'll get the hang of it soon enough... Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue, dude..." suggested Charlie hotly.

Robert showed the ebony prick a great time. Putting into practice what he had learned just now. Charlie tapped Robert's shoulder and took over for a while. Instructing the lad with some nice tips. Showing how deep he could take those 9-inches. Deep-throating the half stiff ebony dick. Together the boys played with the cock until it got really hard.
"I think you got him close... Why don't you ask him if he wants to feed you some of his jizz... Or let him shoot it over your tongue... That's up to you..." pointed Charlie out to Robert.
"Won't that make a mess?..." asked Robert worriedly.
"Ha... Don't worry about that... We can clean up afterward," said Charlie reassuringly.

Theo's suggestion from the other side of the partition wall came as somewhat of a surprise to both guys. "Why don't you rim the lad's asshole while I feed him some... You don't have to swallow if you don't want to, kid... Just give it a try... You never know... You may actually like it... You're a great cock-sucker... I am very close... But it's your call, dude," said Theo softly.

Robert looked at Charlie and then back at the twitching ebony prick wiggling in the glory hole. The lad lifted his ass in the air and gagged himself over the cock.
"Mmmm... That's it, boy... Suck that big black dick!"
"Grumpfff... Arghhh... Oh, Charlie... Shit... Oh fuck... Lick my ass hole... What a feeling... Oh, fuck yeah... Take my cock and beat me off too... Oh, Fucking hell... Damned nice..." grunted Robert as he felt Charlie eat his ass out with his mouth full of black man-meat.

Robert made Theo blow his load over his tongue and directly into his mouth. He made a bit of a mess of it because the sauce cannon blew without warning. Robert dropped his ass on the ground and was astonished about what just happened to him. His lips smacked as he carefully tasted Theo's man juice.
"Not half bad... I think I could get used to that," grinned Robert to Charlie.

Charlie smiled down at his next-door neighbor. He offered his own cock to the lad. Robert eagerly took it as Theo watched them through the glory hole.
"Open that throat and let him fuck your face, Robby..." whispered Theo nastily to Robby. "Make him cum in your mouth, boy... Swallow him... That's it nice and deep... You can trust him... There you go..."
Robert deep-throated his first cock. And he relished every inch of it. Even the part where Charlie rudely pressed Robert's nose into his pubes, he enjoyed. Or Theo's arm that forcefully bobbed him over Charlie's 8-inch twinky.

This time Robert felt that he was about to get another load. Charlie's balls tensioned up. His grip on Robert's head grew tighter, and he heard the loud grumbling noise come from Charlie's throat. He pushed meanly forward and unloaded deep into Robert's mouth. The lad could do nothing else but swallow.

"Well done, kid..." said Charlie pantingly as he dropped next to Robert onto the floor.
"Really well done, son," praised Theo from the other side of the partition wall. "... Did you enjoy this workout?"
"Oh, hell yeah!... It was a little rough... But I can get used to that... Thanks, guys!" said Robert very proudly.

"You two, get cleaned up and hit the showers in the gym... Robert, Benny wants a little talk with you in the bar once you are dressed in your street clothes again... There is one more task you need to perform for him before you permanently earn your level-3 access," instructed Theo to Charlie and Robert.

After Robert had showered in the gym, he came merrily downstairs to the bar again. He wore the leather biker jacket without the sleeves over his own jeans jacket. With his leather baseball cap back to front and his wristbands peeking from under the rolled-up sleeves of his denim coat. Looking proud as a peacock.

A few of the bikers that still sat at the bar called him over, "... Why don't you sit on this and drink a beer with us," grinned one of the nasty guys hornily at Robert. Then, grabbing his bulge and twisting his hips to give the boy a better view of what he was offering.

"Not today, guys... Besides... I am not allowed to drink... Am I Uncle Ty?" Said Robert as he stroked the biker's cock-bulge a little roughly.
Tylor laughed, "You got that right, son... Here take this tray to table one for me, Robby..." The bikers looked in shock at Tylor and left Robert alone. Tylor gave Robert a tray with two whiskeys and a can of Pepsi max. Pointing to the booth where I sat with Robert's dad. The 52-year-old was dressed in his streetwear. But with a butch leather jacket, an officer's cap, and tight leather police gloves. Looking very formidable. 

"Robby, meet master Nik!... Roderic, meet that hunk of man you call son." I said with a grin taking the tray with drinks out of Robert's trembling hands.
"Dad?... Ummm... What are you doing here... Huh?..." stammered Robert in surprise.
"Oh shush, kid... Can't a guy have some mischievous fun with some of his friends every now and then?" answered master Nik sternly.
"Sir, No... Sir... Ummm... I mean... Yes?... Fuck, this is so weird," answered the boy with a dirty smile.
"Go sit next to your old man and drink your Pepsi... You're not the only one that likes to hang out down here..." I said as I smiled at Robert. Roderic Newkirk grabbed Robert's hand and pulled him into the booth next to him. Laying his leather-clad arm around his boy.

"From what master Theo has told us, you took your first big dick well... I am fucking proud of you, boy... Did you finally find what you were looking for?" asked Roderic.
Robert did not answer. He grinned up to his father and cuddled up closer to him. Drinking his Pepsi as Roderic and I sipped on the glasses of Whisky.

"Dad?... Did you know Charlie from next door hangs out here too?" asked Robert taking comfort in his father's arm.
"Sure I did... I have seen him around here a few times... Did you like the maze, boy?"
"Oh God, Yes... I loved it back there... Is it okay if I hang out down here too, dad?"
"Only during the day... And only if it doesn't interfere with your school or part-time job... But yeah... Sure, you can have fun here too," answered master Nik proudly.

"Well, there is one more condition you have to fulfill before Tylor, Theo, and I are happy for you to hang out with the big boys," I said resolutely and a little stern. That shocked both father and son.
"I think he's sooo ready for that... Look at him, Benny!" said Roderic surprised.
"I don't think he can... He needs to show me he can truly act like an adult... Your son has shown me that he can withstand the advance of a drunk biker... And be responsible for himself... Now he needs to show me that he is cool enough with these new feelings of his... Cool enough to march himself over the street... Go into the adult leather shop and buy himself some proper leather gear..." I said as I showed Robert my client card to that shop.

"Dude... hand Tylor that biker vest and those wristbands back... Then go across the street... Don't come back unless you bought a fucking cool leather jacket and a leather pair of jeans... They have other stuff too... Surprise us!... But don't come back if you don't have the balls to do this on your own!" I said in a commanding voice.

Robert said nothing. I laid the leather-shops card on the table next to his drink. He thought long and hard about what I had suggested. Looking around the club. At the leather men and the door to the maze. And at his father, whom he had never seen dressed as a master before. Once he had processed all his thoughts, he grabbed the card and boldly got up. Resolutely marching himself over to Tylor, where he handed in the gear he had borrowed.
He grinned at his dad and me as he walked upstairs and across the street.

"What you want, little kid?" said Brian LeCroy, who guarded the door to the adult leather shop.
"To get me a full-leather outfit that tells the world who I really am... Sir..." Robert replied without fear.
"You got some nerve, dude!" said Brian, a little intimidatingly.
"Yeah... Nerve... Balls... And a nine-inch Cock... Time to get me a matching Outfit," snapped Robert boldly back.
Brian grinned and let him inside. I had texted him about the arrival of Robert. Asking him to judge if this kid was man enough for our way of life. I got a text back from him saying the lad passed the initial test.

An hour or so later, the dude walked out of the store dressed in full leather. He had army boots on. A pair of tight leather jeans with a plain leather belt. A small paddle hung from the D-ring on one side, a chained wallet on the other. He wore a white denim sleeveless shirt under a small body harness. As well as the coolest leather jacket I had ever seen on a guy of his age. Our black leather baseball cap had gotten Tylor's club logo pressed into the flap. The lad held two bags in his gloved hands. One a gym bag with the other clothing he had bought. The other was a leather rucksack full of kinky sex toys, lube, condoms, and instructional videos. 

"Oh... Look, mommy!... Doesn't he look tough..." gasped a young boy to his mother when they crossed paths outside with Robert.
"He sure does... That looks nice on him," said the stranger to her son. She smiled approvingly at Robert's new look. That gave the dude a little more bounce in his step. The young man paraded himself back across the street to the gym and went directly downstairs into the bar.

As he walked downstairs into the men's club, all eyes were fixed on him. Robert stopped near the top of the stairs. Looked down at the men looking up at him with a nasty smirk on his face. He grabbed his crotch, flung the bags over his shoulder, and under loud applause, laughter, and wolf-whistles, he strutted his stuff downstairs.

Robert marched over to our booth and sat himself next to me.
"Did I pass?... sir?..." he asked, looking really naughtily at me.
"Oh shut up, kid... of course, you have!... with flying leather pride colors!" I gasped.
We hugged as his father watched his son. He thanked me for all the help I had given him today.
"Looks really cool on you, Robert!" said his father, who had set himself on Robert's other side. The boy was congratulated by his leather daddy too.
"But what will mom say?" asked Robert.
"We'll tell her this was my early gift for your 16th birthday next week," said Roderic Newkirk reassuringly.

I smiled at the two and said, "And Robert... A little tip... You don't have to wear all of your leather gear all the time... This stuff combines excellently with your normal jeans or tracksuits as well..." I told the lad, "... Being tough has nothing to do with how you feel or how you dress..."

The young Robert Newkirk grinned back understandingly when I explained, "Being tough... is more of an ACT... One that you mastered perfectly today!..." Even if I do say so myself.

< The End >

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