I quietly went to the bathroom, not wanting to wake Claire—thoughts of what I was doing and how I was feeling washed over me. I loved Claire, but I realized I wasn’t in love with her. I tried to imagine feeling a sexual interest in her, but it never seemed to manifest, and yet even a passing thought about Jamie filled me with excitement.
I felt angry and confused. Lost and frustrated.
I lay awake in bed, staring at the room as my eyes adjusted to the dark, and the edges of shapes became clearer. I looked at the outline of Claire’s body as she took slow, steady breaths in her sleep. I focused on the quiet, except for the sounds of her soft breaths, unaware of the changes I was going through. Claire didn’t do anything to deserve this. It wasn’t anything she did wrong. I closed my eyes, trying to draw my mind away from what I had done and what it would do to Claire, and I began to drift off to sleep.
I returned to the adult bookstore and found myself in front of the rack with the leather jackets. I walked around the rack, excitedly looking at each of the jackets. I ran my hand over them, feeling the different types of leather. One was a brown bomber with a dark brown mutton collar, perfect for very cold weather. The next was a motorcycle jacket with a zipper that ran diagonally and a belt around the bottom.
I took the motorcycle jacket off the rack; the leather was thick but supple. I brought the coat close to my face and inhaled the smell of the leather. The strong scent filled my nose, causing my dick to get hard. I wanted to try on the jacket, but I couldn’t pull the zipper down for some reason. Excitement turned to frustration.
“Are you okay?” I heard someone ask. I looked around, but the store was empty. “Are you okay?” I looked around again, and the store began to fade. “Honey, are you okay?” Claire touched my chest and gently shook me, breaking me out of my dream. “Yeah,” I said groggily, irritated that the dream had ended. Claire didn’t say anything more and went back to sleep.
“Good morning,” Claire said, pouring coffee for both of us and then sitting down at her computer. I waited for her to ask, "Where did you go last night?" What were you dreaming about? But to my relief, the questions never came as she focused on her work.
After having a cup of coffee, I sat at my desk, trying to work, but I kept thinking about my dream. I was obsessing over the leather jacket. I wanted to see what the leather would feel like on my skin. Would it feel as good as I imagined? Would it look good on me? Would Jamie like it? I thought about going to the store, but then I would make an excuse and talk myself out of it.
After dinner, I lied and told Claire I had to return to the hardware store. A pit formed in my stomach as I directed the car to the bookstore. As I drove, I imagined the cartoon image of the guy trying to decide: the devil on one shoulder saying, “Go for it,” and the angel on the other saying, “No, don’t do it.” The good voice told me to stop and turn around several times, but the other voice told me to keep going.
I wasn’t sure what to do as I pulled the car into the gravel parking lot beside the building. Nervous excitement washed over me as I stared at the cinderblock wall again. I sat frozen, trying to force myself to leave, but my irrational voice kept saying, “Go in and just look.” “You’re not doing anything wrong.” I took a deep breath, stepped out of the car, and entered the store. This time, I knew the layout, and I quickly made my way past the videos to the racks with the leather jackets.
To my relief, that part of the store was empty as I tried to be casual as I approached the jackets. I walked around the rack, looking at the different jacket styles, and then found one similar to the one in my dream. I lifted the hanger off the rack and began to examine the leather. Like my dream, it was biker-style, with a diagonal zipper and a belt at the bottom. There were several snaps at the collar and pockets. The sleeves also had zippers to widen the opening. The leather was thick but had a softness to it as well.
“Can I help you?” I heard a voice asking. “I’m just looking,” I replied nervously. The man who approached was short, probably about 5’5”, in his mid-30s. He wore a black T-shirt and black jeans, and his arms were covered in tattoos. I will need to unlock that jacket if you want to try it on,” he said. I looked at the jacket and realized it was tethered to the rack by a long cable.
“Um, okay,” I said, trying to sound calm. The man stepped forward, unlocked the jacket from the cable, removed it from the hanger, unzipped it, and handed it to me. There is a mirror over there,” he said, pointing. Nervous and excited, I walked to the mirror and tried on the jacket.
“It fits you great,” the clerk said, moving closer to where I stood by the mirror. “Thanks,” I said. His comments excited me. “Try zippering it to see how that feels,” the clerk suggested. I reached for the zipper and pulled it up about halfway, then went for the belt and fastened it around the base of the jacket. “Nice,” the clerk said, running his hands over the sleeves and shoulders, and giving me a big grin.
I moved my arms, then crossed them over my chest to see how much movement I had. The soft, thick leather moved well with my body. “Can I show you something?” The clerk asked. “Yeah,” I said, feeling a little more comfortable. He turned and walked back to the rack, then returned with a pair of black leather gloves. He pulled open the zipper of each sleeve and handed me the gloves to try on. Once the gloves were on, he pulled the zipper down, tightening the sleeves over the gloves.
“That looks hot,” the clerk said. “Yeah,” I said, staring at myself in the mirror. “You must really like it,” the clerk said, running his hand over the very visible outline of my hard cock running down my pant leg. I blushed as I looked at the front of my pants in the mirror.
The clerk left his hand on my hardness, and I covered his hand with the leather-gloved hand, pressing him against my cock. “Fuck,” I hissed, feeling my cock pulse with blood. “You should get the jacket, man. It looks hot on you,” the clerk said, removing his hand.
Once again, the angel and devil started whispering in my ear, “Get the jacket. You know you want it,” and “It’s too expensive. Do you really need it?” I removed the jacket, running my hands over it as much as I could as I tried to decide.
I kept telling myself to put it back on the hangar and just walk away, but I never seemed to be able to. Finally, I took a breath and walked to the counter, holding the jacket. My brain kept trying to stop me, but my feet seemed to move on their own. “Good choice,” the clerk said, rang the sale, and handed me the jacket.
I took the jacket with trembling hands. “Are you going in the back to try it out?” the clerk asked, pointing down the hallway to the video booths. I looked down the dark hallway, then back at the clerk. I shook my head, no, as I felt myself blush. Too bad I have to work, or I would go with you,” he said with a wink.
I left the store and went to my car, holding the jacket on my lap. I trembled with excitement as blood surged and pulsed in my cock, pressing hard into my pants. I was so horny that I couldn’t think straight. My heart beat hard in my chest, and my head felt heavy. Thoughts raced through my mind as I sat in my car, holding the leather. “I should return it. What the hell am I doing?”
My dick was so hard it began to hurt. I began to think about Jamie and what he would think. Would he like the jacket? Would he think it was weird or strange? He didn’t mind when his friend Zach wore his leather jacket. He didn’t mind the stranger in the woods. Thinking about these 2 events only made my dick hurt more.
I thought about returning to the bookstore, as the clerk had suggested. Then I remembered that Dan had given me his number. I pulled out my phone and looked at the paper with his number on it. With trembling hands, I began to text. “Hey, Dan, it’s Bob from the other night.” As soon as I hit send, I felt a sense of regret. As the seconds passed, I felt relief that he wouldn’t respond and I could just head home.
I felt my phone vibrate and looked at the message. “Hey, Bob. How’s it going?” Excitement and regret immediately collided. “Good,” I responded, unsure how to broach the subject. “I had fun the other night,” Dan replied. “Want some company? I’m in your area.” I typed into the text message. I waited, and a part of me hoped he would say he was busy. “Hell yeah, come on over,” Dan texted back almost immediately.
I pulled out of the gravel-paved parking lot and headed to Dan’s apartment. The leather jacket sat on my lap as I drove. I pulled into a spot and sat in the car, still trying to convince myself this was a mistake. I reached for the door handle, opened it, and finally stepped out. Nervously, I slipped on the jacket, feeling the leather encase my body. A surge of excitement rushed through me as the leather wrapped around me like armor. The leather felt empowering.
Dan greeted me at the door, wearing sweatpants like the last time I saw him. “Hi,” Dan said, stepping out of the way and allowing me to enter his apartment. “Nice jacket,” he said, running his hand over the leather. The comment made my already hard dick throb. Dan moved forward, but I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back against the wall. While Dan complied, I reached for the buttons of my shirt and began to unbutton them, slowly revealing my torso. I pushed the shirt back into the jacket so that my bare chest was framed with just the leather.
Dan watched intently as I opened my belt and pants, then fished out my hard cock. Dan moved his hand to touch me, but I slapped it away. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees in front of me. Power surged through me as I held him by his head with one hand and teased his mouth with my hard cock with my free hand. Each time he opened his mouth to take it, I pulled away, teasing him.
“Do you want it?” I asked, looking down. Dan's eyes were hungry, and he nodded his head in response. I shoved my cock at him, pushing it past his lips and deep into his throat. The warmth of Dan’s mouth quickly engulfed my hard dick. Without hesitation, Dan began to play with my dick, drawing it in and out of his mouth, swirling his tongue, and circling the head and the underside of the shaft.
Dan’s mouth felt good, but I was frustrated and needed more. I reached down and pulled him to his feet, then turned him to the wall. Dan complied without any resistance. Reaching for his sweatpants, I pulled them down, exposing his ass. Dan was wearing his jockstrap. I moved close and began to slide my hard, wet cock along the crack in his ass.
“Fuck me,” Dan said, pressing his ass back against my hard cock. I grasped my cock in one hand and pointed the head at this hole. My dick slipped past the outer ring, and I began to slide it deeper inside him. Dan let out a pained grunt and reached around, placing his hand on my shaft to slow me down.
I was so horny that I didn’t want to slow down, but I took a deep breath and stopped moving. Dan released my cock, allowing me to continue entering him slowly this time. Once I was deep inside him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and felt his body next to mine.
All my senses were firing. The feeling of his body, my dick embedded deep inside him, and the feel and scent of the leather all cascaded around me and drove my passion. Dan twisted his head back, turning toward me. I turned toward him, and our lips met in an awkward but intense kiss.
I slowly withdrew my dick, then slid it back inside him, feeling the warm tightness of his hole on my very hard dick. I placed my hands on Dan’s hips and lost all control as I began to slam my dick inside him without regard for anything but what I wanted and needed. Dan placed his hands on the wall, bracing himself against my attack.
As I fucked Dan, I could feel the leather against my skin. The leather scent seemed to intensify. I could hear the leather crackle as I gyrated and fucked. The leather seemed to empower me, to drive my uninhibited sexual hunger. In the frenzy of the moment, I wasn’t me. I was some sexual beast taking what I wanted from a lesser beast.
Dan moaned loudly, encouraging me to continue my unabashed sexual assault. My dick swelled, and I knew I was close, but I didn’t want to fill Dan’s ass with my cum, I wanted to mark him.
I pulled my dick out of Dan’s ass and turned him roughly to face me. Dan’s dick was hard, and straining the front of the jockstrap, precum created a wet spot. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I pushed him to his knees. I grabbed Dan by the hair with one hand and my hard dick with the other, and I began to jerk my cock toward Dan’s face.
Dan sat passively as I gave my cock a few rough strokes. His eyes moved from my dick to my face, waiting for the warm cum to spray him. “Give it to me,” Dan said, and with that, a stream of cum shot from my cock, hitting his mouth and chin. Dan opened his mouth as more cum shot forward, catching some of it in his mouth. More cum ran down his chin and dropped onto his shirt.
When the last drops of cum dropped from my cock, Dan bent forward and licked my dick head clean. “Fuck man, you were on fire,” Dan exclaimed. Dan slowly got to his feet, his dick still rock hard. Dan turned his back to me and pushed my semi-hard cock back into his ass. Then, taking my hand, he brought it inside the jockstrap to wrap around his cock.
I used Dan’s precum as lube as I began to jerk him off. “Fuck yeah, man, that feels so good,” Dan moaned as I stroked his hard cock. I pulled Dan tight to my body and kissed his neck. Dan’s ass tightened on my cock as his dick swelled in my hand. “I’m going to cum,” Dan sputtered, and his body jerked. Warm thick cum ran from his dick over my hand as his dick swelled and pumped out his cum against the mesh web of the jock.
Dan panted as we stood together, both of us sexually and physically exhausted. Dan pulled himself forward, allowing my cock to once more slip from his body. Dan moved to grab some towels, and each of us went about cleaning ourselves. I pulled my pants up and buttoned my shirt as we stood in the same spot where we'd met when I arrived.
“Thanks,” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. “That was hot,” Dan replied and gave me a quick kiss before letting me out of his apartment.
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