Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 05:06:01 +0000 From: Norm M Subject: Fallen Angel Howdy all. New story, been a long time since the last one. Totally fiction. Always glad to hear what you think. norm Fallen Angel Part 1 I had been scoping out this place for a long time. Definitely a gay bar, lots of activity, both leather and rubber, and I was going to put myself in the middle of it for the first time in my life. This wasn't easy, being the classic lurker, I really wasn't out...in any real sense, but I had been moving toward this day and I was anxious to try out a life style that I had only dreamed and read about. No one knew me in this neighborhood and I knew no one. I made sure of that, discretion, that was important. I had a good job, and was respected at work. Before moving here I had taken a good month off, and had slowly been working to change my appearance, from midwest country, to big city single. Working out at the gym had helped tighten up my body, which I don't mind saying was already in pretty good shape. My heavy facial growth lent itself to a quick beard and mustache, that I kept cropped very short and well trimmed. That change alone was amazing. Few of my old friends would pick me out on the street. I lost my long, college, don't give a crap hair and cut it so that it was a bit longer that a buzz. New clothes, tight where they needed to be tight and my look was finished. Even being the modest guy I was, I didn't mind looking in the mirror and smiling. Who would ever guess I was a country kid looking for a new life? Being a single guy, new to town, I had been checked out and hit on by more than one good looking woman, all of which I quietly put off. I was careful not to say no, only delay....indefinitely. If only they knew, I was scoping out the guys in the office, not the women! My attraction to men was an awareness that had come to me slowly and my acceptance even slower. I had begun by buying gay mags, and found myself excited. Then I stumbled upon a slick that was filled with leather and rubber. That's when I knew, who I was and what I wanted. Over the last year I had been quietly shopping for some leather. I had found a site on the net and ordered a pair of leather jeans, some chaps, a vest, even a hood. God how I loved the feel of leather, especially my jeans. Tight, sexy, molded to my body jeans, my cock showing just enough. At home, with the blinds pulled, I often put it all on. Lacing the hood nice and tight, pressing it against my face, and then staring into the mirror I became another being. A leatherman, looking for sex! Tonight for the first time I would venture out to try and make my dream become real and I wanted the look to be just right. In the mail today had come something I had been drooling after, a latex body suit. It had a zip up the front, short legs and short sleeves. I had found it by chance and knew I had to have it. Finding it crammed into my mailbox had made me instantly hard the minute I saw it and held the package in my hands. Practically running into the apartment I quickly stripped off my work clothes and unwrapped my package. The soft cool folds of the garment fell into my hands and pooled in my lap. Brushing against my raging cock made it dance as it touched it's softness. I unconsciously pulled it to my nose and inhaled the strong acid rubber scent. God what a turn on! The directions said to use talc to help pull the garment on. I powdered the the inside as I unzipped the front. Gently I slipped my feet through the tight black legs and pulled the clingy rubbery suit up snugly around my hungry thighs. Carefully I worked the suit up to my crotch, gently pulling, coaxing the stretchy material until it snapped into place, it's rubbery tightness finding my ass and pulling into the crack. I slowly worked my arms into the sleeves, finding it so tight across my broad shoulders that I had to add some lube as I strained to get it in place. What a feeling as it stretched and slid over my body. Before zipping it up, I decided to squirt some more lube down the front, just to make things interesting! As the cool liquid slide down my belly and pooled around my cock, I got harder than I had ever been in my life! I cautiously pulled the zip up my firm body, stretching the latex across my chest. Finishing I realized that the suit had an optional built in locking collar that would capture the zipper in its embrace. What the hell, I've got to have a small padlock around here somewhere...hmmm my suitcase! I quickly undid the lock and fastened it to my neck! Shit, I already looked hot and felt sooo horny! I couldn't help but clutch myself through the rubbery layer and soon sunk down onto the bed, my hand squeezing, rubbing, heating up my tool. Dreams of another man touching me, rubbing me, licking my tight latex covered body floated through my head. I found my self massaging my stiff tool even faster, pressing harder and harder as my fantasies became more and more real. Suddenly I was creaming myself inside my now hot suit! Hot steamy juices mixing with lube, captured within the clingy latex, surrounding me, filling my ass, creating a sensation I had only dreamed of. Finally getting up, nursing my now filled suit, checking for leaks, smiling at the thought of carrying my spunk around smeared against by body, I eagerly reached over for my leather jeans and pulled them up over my body. Their tightness only added to the excitement of the latex pressing the man juices closer to my body. My upper body now gleamed above the leather jeans. I pulled my wide leather belt tight and hung a pair of handcuffs from it like I had seen some other guys do. I never had any plan to use them, heaven help me if I was asked too put them on someone. I pulled on my engineer boots and my cycle jacket, grabbed some money and headed out the door, pushing a pair of dark shades over my eyes. I felt hot, both physically and mentally. Sweat was beginning to build inside my rubber prison, running down to my crotch adding to the slippery feeling as my cock swam in its confinement, with even the sensation of walking keeping it hard. The bar was only a couple blocks away, so I walked, quite self conscious, wondering how much the bulge in my pants showed, but in this neighborhood my appearance was anything but unusual.