Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 13:26:18 +1100
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Black Boxes Pt 2

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This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
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continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but
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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
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with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may
inspire new work, please feel free to contact me -- all emails will be
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BLACK BOXES    -   Iain (iainlthr@hotmail.com)

	Chapter 2


On the train going home, Tim smiled to himself, thinking of the events of
the day; the horny, stunning man who had introduced him to a new world of
masculine leather sex. He re-lived the loving, his erection bulging his
jeans uncomfortably. Whistling happily he wandered into the building, David
on his mind.

It was still light, the long evenings of summer warm. Life could be good,
Tim thought to himself. His mind was elsewhere as he reached the door of his
flat. A sheet of paper was tacked to the woodwork, and he pulled it away
absently, pushing his key into the lock. Resistance met his efforts. Tim
looked down, to notice a new barrel in the lock, and realised that his key
wouldn't turn. He looked more carefully at the page he'd removed from his
door. As he read, Tim's world came crashing down around him, the elation of
earlier disappearing instantly. A tersely worded notice informed him that he
had failed to make the rental payment for two months, that he had ignored
demands that had been sent to him, and that the locks had been changed. If
he wanted to collect his possessions, he must pay the back rent within a
fortnight, and make arrangements with the letting agents. He looked at his
watch. 8.30! The agents would be closed for the night. He banged on the door
in vain, tried the key again. How could this happen?

Then it dawned on him. Michael! "Fuck it!" he said aloud to the empty
hallway. His former lover had walked out on him almost a month ago, after a
very acrimonious discussion concerning Michael's penchant for staying out
until all hours with unnamed `friends'. When Tim accused him of being
unfaithful, he hadn't denied it, just packed and left without a word.
Michael had always paid the rent for them, since he worked close to the
agents' office. Tim felt crushed. He wandered out onto the street, angry and
lost. How could Michael have done this? Had he been planning to go for all
that time? Had he kept the rent money and hidden the late notices? The lease
was in Tim's name, and Tim had no idea where Michael was or how to reach
him.

Walking aimlessly, his anger turned to desperation as the gravity of his
situation came home to him. He had almost no money and nowhere to go. Locked
out of the dingy flat he called home, he faced a night on the streets. A
sense of helplessness rocked him and he sat heavily on a bus shelter seat,
his head in his hands, and sobbed. For half an hour he sat and cried,
feeling sorry for himself. Eventually he came out of it, looking around
confused. He had walked without thinking and wasn't sure where he was.

He found himself in David's neighbourhood. Subconsciously, he had been drawn
to the site of his earlier happiness as he drifted unthinking. Tim had
nowhere else to go, so he completed the journey, knocking quietly,
tentatively at the familiar door. When David saw him, his face split into a
huge grin, and he reached out to the younger man, suddenly realising Tim was
in trouble, upset. "What is it, Tim? Come in, tell me what's happened."

Tim relayed the whole sorry tale. His eyes welling up again as he finished,
he stammered "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here, but I was nearby, and
didn't know what to do."

David held him in his arms, drew his trembling body close. "It's okay," he
smoothed Tim's hair. "I'm glad you did. They can't do that to you. They've
broken the law by locking you out. You'll stay here tonight and we'll see
what we can do tomorrow morning!" He cradled Tim in his arms, hugging him
close. With David holding him like this, Tim began to feel better,
reassured. He turned his face up to David's and David looked down at him,
leant forward and kissed him softly. Tim returned the embrace, his kiss
becoming harder, more urgent. David was still wearing the incredible leather
outfit from earlier in the evening, and the very sight of the leather on him
excited Tim incredibly. He needed David, wanted him so badly.

David felt his own need growing, but wasn't sure this was the time. "Tim,
you're upset, you need to rest..."

Tim interrupted. "I need you!" he begged, "Please, David, Sir..." His eyes
were wide but clear, longing. He had to re-find the joy he had known earlier
that day, and this was the only way he knew how.

David's resolve melted away. How could he resist the beautiful man in his
arms? How could he deny the longing in himself?

Tim led the way, pulling David behind him, into the basement playroom they
had shared earlier. He looked to David eagerly, stripping his clothes away,
and reaching for the harness and chaps he had discarded earlier. Dressing
quickly, Tim felt the comforting grip of the leather bands around his torso,
the firm hide as the chaps engulfed his legs. He knelt on the mattress,
drawing David down to kneel in front of him. Their lips met, parted. Tongues
explored, probing and tasting as they kissed urgently. Hands explored
bodies, touching flesh and leather, feeling the texture of the hide, letting
it's polished smoothness mould around muscles and skin beneath their
fingers. Erect and proud, their cocks jousted with each other, rubbing
against skin and black hide, leaving trails of pre-cum in their wake. As the
two men held each other, pressing against one another, the leather they wore
creaked and groaned, their breath coming in shortening gasps as a symphony
of sexual excitement pervaded the room.

As he knelt, Tim looked at his lover. David was stunning, a vision in
gleaming black leather and fresh white skin. Tim's excitement built as his
prick grew harder, throbbing with anticipation. He needed this man, needed
the power he held to take Tim and make love to him. Working with his
impulses, Tim leaned forward, his lips finding David's left nipple, his
teeth pulling gently but firmly at the piercing. David moaned with pleasure
as Tim rolled the silver ring between his teeth then licked forward to
smother the erect nub of skin in moist warmth. His tongue moved out and
down, slicking David's skin with saliva as Tim made his way over the hard
abdomen, tracing circles on David's skin and tasting the leather as he came
into contact with the straps of the harness. Lower still, and Tim was able
to smell the musk of David's groin, to drink in the heady aroma of leather
and sexuality. He let his eyes feast on the twitching pole of man meat
before him, then swallowed it in one fluid motion, relaxing his throat and
impaling himself on the fleshy sword.

David gasped as Tim's hot moist throat closed over his rod. The sudden
envelope of muscle sent thrills through him as the younger man sank onto his
hardness, lips caressing the sides of his shaft as Tim's tongue played with
his length. The clenching and gurgling of Tim's gullet surrounding David's
manhood as Tim bobbed up and down on him. David humped at Tim's face,
meeting the actions of his lover with thrusts of his own. The wet grip
surrounding him felt incredible, and David dropped his hands to Tim's head,
guiding it back and forth on his cock, moaning with pleasure as he sank into
the boy's neck, then pulled back against the suctioning of his lover's mouth
to hunch inward again. Turned on so much by the suckling, David began to
increase his tempo, thrusting harder and deeper at Tim's wonderful,
enveloping mouth. But Tim wasn't going to let him shoot his precious load
just yet, and he pulled away, blowing softly at the engorged pink head of
David's masculinity as it plopped from his lips.

With open yearning eyes, Tim fell backward. David, leaning into him, fell as
well, on top of his lover. Their bodies pressed together and they ground
into each other, sweaty skin against supple black hide. David felt his
unsatisfied need from the interrupted blow job urge him on. Flipping Tim
onto his back, David climbed between his legs, lifting Tim's knees to his
shoulders and pushing himself forward, aiming his hungry oozing prick at the
tender target of twitching muscle Tim presented to him. He felt the need in
Tim matching his own, as he looked at the handsome young man inviting and
open below him, swathed in black leather straps and shining chain, his white
butt framed by the gleaming hide of the chaps. The smooth texture of the
material firm against Tim's well developed thighs and calves pressed on his
skin, and he eased himself forward.

The slicking his cock had received from Tim's mouth combined with the
pre-cum he was generating to lube his prick sufficiently for entry. David's
heart told him the boy wanted sex but needed more. His own libido was
driving him on, but something about the look on Tim's face touched his mind
as well. Gently, the older man leaned forward, feeling the soft warmth of
Tim's opening against the head of his weapon. With his weight on his elbows
and knees, his hands under the boy's shoulders, David eased into the
wondrous warm body of his mate. Feeling the natural resistance of Tim's
sphincter, he slowed, allowing the young man to adjust to his invasion, and
pressed on. Inch by inch his long hard tool slid between Tim's clenching,
flexing anal muscle as the two locked eyes, searching each other's face as
they physically joined.

Tim had wanted David badly, urgently. With the older man atop him, he looked
up to the vision of black and white, leather and flesh. He felt the point of
David's long hard rod at his hole, and flexed at it, willing himself to
relax and accept. As his lover began to enter him, a sense of wondrous
fulfillment replaced the aching need. His eyes sought those of the man
above, and found something he did not recognise. The look on David's face
was not lust, nor disapproval. He was obviously enjoying their sex, but
there was something else, a warmth, a tenderness. It made Tim feel good, as
he closed his eyes and welcomed the penetrating rod of flesh filling his
body. Moaning softly with the slight pain that was quickly chased away by
pleasure, Tim opened himself and relaxed as David sank into him. When he
felt the pressure of the other's hips against the bare skin of his arse
cheeks, he smiled in satisfaction, knowing that monster cock was his again,
buried completely within him.

As he ground to a halt, his throbbing meat totally encased in the moist
warmth of Tim's innards, David sighed. The sensations enveloping his manhood
were incredible. Tim clamped and flexed his sphincter around the base of
David's pole, while the hot wet cavern of his body caressed the shaft,
massaging the sensitive skin of his glans. His body stilled, David flexed
the muscles of his cock, making it jump and twitch inside Tim. The slight
jerks sent tingling shocks of pleasure through both men as they breathed
softly, their bodies in harmony. Slowly, tenderly, David began to thrust at
his man, pulling out just a little before pressing forward gently. A soft
rocking momentum started as the two joined in an easy rhythm. With each
outward motion of David, Tim clenched at him, relaxing again with the
corresponding inward pressure.

Together they moved as one. The tempo of their humping increased slowly as
their passion built. David pulled and pumped, in and out of the incredible
body beneath him, enjoying immensely the soft yielding heat into which his
steel hard prong jabbed and probed. Tim delighted in the sense of fullness
within him, each movement of the tube of flesh buried in his body sending
waves of pleasure deep inside him. The basement was cool, but the leather
covered mattress on which they lay comforting, and the heat of their
lovemaking surrounded them. As they began to fuck in earnest, beads of sweat
formed on the tingling skin. The scent of leather was heavy in the air,
mixing with the odour of male sweat and the musk of pure man sex. Their
shortened gasps joined in the symphony of creaking polished leather and
moist squelching as their rutting quickened. David thrust harder at his
mate, forcing himself deeper and deeper into the softness. Tim gripped and
clenched at him, willing the man within him to pound faster, to take him.
The younger man reached up, his hands on David's torso. Grabbing at the
gleaming black straps of David's harness, Tim pulled his man forcefully
against himself. Urging him on and in.

David's need grew, his desire intensified as he fucked and pounded. Stabbing
his aching sword into the handsome young man, he thrust and withdrew, thrust
again. His strength poured into the weapon he wielded, his concentration
centred on ploughing the willing writhing body below him. Tim surged against
the invading prong, pulled at its owner and ached for release. He opened
himself completely, humping at the leather clad hunk above him. With each
thrust David made, Tim arched his back and impaled himself, gasping with
delight, onto the hard thick spear of David's masculinity. As Tim pulled at
him, David pistoned in and out, the friction of their coupling white hot on
his sensitive flesh, sweat bathing him and dripping onto his lover. The heat
of impending climax began to spread from David's groin throughout his body.
Suddenly, he eased back, and wrestled his arms under Tim's body. Without
breaking their union, he lifted the young man and swung himself into a
sitting position, with Tim astride him, his throbbing prong still buried in
the other's body. As he did, Tim settled down hard onto David's cock,
gaining even more control over their combined motion. With his arms and legs
wrapped around David, Tim bounced himself up and down on the piercing rod of
flesh filling him. David humped up and down again, his intensity
undiminished as he made love to the man now in his arms, supported by his
body.

In this position, they were wrapped in each other's arms, encased in black
leather, and face to face. David felt the tide of orgasm rise, and bucked
wildly at the man on his lap. Tim sensed how close he was, and quickly
leaned into him, finding David's mouth with his lips, locking them into a
wild furious kiss. Tongues invaded mouths, explored teeth and jousted with
each other. David began to gasp and Tim clenched him again, riding that
pounding meat with an intensity David had never known. With Tim's mouth
closed firmly over his own, Tim's arms binding him in their grip, and Tim's
glorious body riding hard on his cock, David surrendered to the moment. With
a smothered `mmmffff', his body tensed and his manhood swelled within its
cocoon of tissue. His nuts heaved and pumped and his seed erupted from him.
He shot load after load deep into Tim, a torrent of jizz that it seemed
would never end. Still pumping as he did, the river of cum poured into the
accepting body and flowed back along David's shaft, leaking from Tim's
rectum and spilling onto David's balls and legs.

As David continued to hump, Tim felt the surge of manjuice fill him, felt
the oozing heat as it escaped around David's pistoning cock. Still kissing
his man fervently, a wave of emotion flowed over him. Abandoning his
reserve, Tim surrendered to the pleasure engulfing him. The pressure on his
aching dick, sandwiched between the two bodies, and the uninterrupted
pounding of David into his arse even as the older man ejaculated, became
intense. Trembling, shuddering, Tim let go as his orgasm crashed into him.
Searing spurts of white hot cum exploded from him, a geyser of jism spraying
up and over the interlocked bodies, coating the leather in sticky rivulets,
smearing their skin with layers of Tim's essence. And still they fucked,
David pumping unabated, their mouths remaining locked together, unable to
get enough of each other.

Slowly, David's thrusting eased, then stopped. Reluctantly, they broke their
kiss, gulping in air. Eye to eye the two men looked at each other, and
smiled deeply. Gently David lifted Tim from him, his still hard cock making
a slurping sound as it exited Tim's sated hole. Wordlessly, they lay down on
the leathered mattress side by side. David's arm fell over Tim, as Tim's
finger trailed across his lover's chest. The emotion of the day, and the
draining intensity of their joining took its toll as exhaustion descended on
the two.

				******************************

Tim woke, startled and confused. Where was he? What was this binding around
his chest..? And then he remembered, and smiled happily to himself. Lazily
stretched himself out, luxuriating in the sense of well being that descended
upon him. He felt the soft leather covering that he lay on, revelled in the
feel of the leather harness around his chest and the clinging tightness of
the supple black chaps gripping his legs. His hands wandered absently to his
groin, touching the sheer black leather that cupped his cock and balls.
Unbelievable! He had always wanted to have this kind of leather gear, had
wished and prayed for the chance to know the pleasure of leather at its
erotic best, and out of nowhere, it had been handed to him, complete with a
god made man, a leather stud, who had made love to him in the most intense
way he had ever known.

He turned and opened his eyes again. The dimly lit basement that was to
become David's playroom was empty. He guessed he'd fallen asleep on the
mattress after making love for the second time in one day. David was nowhere
to be seen. He had no idea of the time, no outside light pierced the dimness
of the basement. Standing unsteadily, Tim wondered if he should get out of
the gear he wore. But it felt so good, so enticing and comfortable. He was
reluctant to ever remove any of it. Besides, he reasoned, his own clothes
were nowhere to be seen, so there was no point in taking it off.

Tim heard a dull thump, and the sound of a softly uttered swear above him.
Prompted into movement, suddenly wanting to hold his new man, he started up
the steps. As he moved the leather creaked and rubbed, the chaps he wore
brushing together. He suddenly noticed the hard stiffness of the dried cum
on his chest and stomach, rubbed by the straps of the harness. He smiled
again at the memory of how that had been deposited.

David had smiled inwardly when he realised Tim had fallen asleep next to him
after they finished their lovemaking. Looking at the handsome boy, his heart
had swollen. His hopes and dreams had come to life in the shape of the young
man by his side. Someone who needed him, needed what he could give, and
shared his love of leather. Someone who willingly gave himself to David, and
in doing so had given David the most wonderful, passionate, erotic
experience he had ever known. It was no surprise that Tim had fallen asleep.
Not wanting to disturb his slumbering leather angel, David had looked long
and happily at the resting form, the black leather holding and warming his
young lover, highlighting the shape of his beautiful body which had been
given so willingly and generously to David. He had left him there to rest,
while David set about unpacking at least some basics from the myriad boxes
stacked upstairs.

David had happily left the gear he was wearing in place. Somehow, it seemed
perfectly natural to be walking around, doing mundane things like unpacking
moving boxes, dressed in full leather gear. In this, his new house, David
intended to spend a lot of time indulging in the wonder of leather. His
powerful frame was encased in the shining black hide, a jacket over his
upper body which was wrapped in a tight harness, his legs wrapped in the
glossy black chaps and high sided boots, his arms immersed in clinging black
leather gloves under studded gauntlets. A hard black leather `Master's' cap
on his head. As he moved around, locating and unpacking some bed linen and
bath towels, coffee cups and other essentials, he relished the feeling of
the leather against his skin. The occasional whiff of tanned hide, or the
fleeting reflection of shimmering black leather in a mirror or window, made
him feel so good, so strong and confident.

It was a box of foodstuff he had been carrying to the pantry, and had
slipped from his hands, which made the thud Tim heard below. David had sworn
to himself, hoping that it had not disturbed Tim's slumber, and that nothing
had broken or spilt. He was crouching over the box, trying to check, when
Tim found him. The younger man stared down, mesmerised yet again. He took in
the fabulous view -- David's wide shoulders stretching the black jacket taut,
the chains jangling softly from the epaulets. David's perfectly rounded butt
cheeks framed by the shining gloss of his chaps, his muscles flexing and
rippling beneath the leather. The tiniest slip of black which was the rear
strap of the posing thong disappearing between his cheeks, almost beckoning
to Tim, as the rounded fullness of the pouch cupped David's testicles,
tantalizingly close and just visible between his legs.

Inwardly longing and at the same time feeling so happily fulfilled, Tim
broke the silence.

"Often walk around an empty house in full leathers?" he asked, trying to
sound innocent.

David jumped up, startled at Tim's unexpected reappearance. "Not in the
past, but I certainly intend to from now on..." he grinned at his new lover.
"...Besides, it worked pretty damn well for someone else I know!"

Tim blushed lightly at the reference to his behaviour earlier, then took the
jibe in the spirit it was meant, enjoying the joke at his own expense. He
looked long and admiringly at the man before him, his emotions welling up
again.

"How do you feel now?" David asked, concerned.

"Better. Thanks to you. I guess I should go,..."

"You'll do nothing of the sort! It's the middle of the night, and you have
nowhere to go to anyway. You'll stay here tonight. In the morning we'll
start sorting out those real estate agents for you." David took command,
determined not to let Tim slip into depression again.

Tim's face broke into the widest smile. "I love you, David" he said. David
didn't answer, but his heart swelled. He simply held Tim tightly in his
arms, tightly. They kissed, not passionately, but with tenderness, enjoying
it, savouring the moment. The warm enveloping leather was all around them,
part of them, separating them but joining them at the same time. Rubbing
against each other, feeling the comforting touch of the leather, David
realised that it was late, and they were both still encrusted with dried
sweat and cum from their earlier loving. He gently led Tim to the main
bedroom.

"Let's get cleaned up a little and get some sleep. I think we should get all
the rest we can, if my plans for tomorrow pan out." He said, winking at Tim.

Tim smiled back. "Whatever you say, `Sir'. I wish I could find a way to
thank you properly."

"It's my pleasure, honestly!" David whispered, his eyes resting gently on
the younger man.

Slowly, reluctantly, they helped each other shed their leather. They
unbuckled the harnesses, slipped off the gauntlets, unzipped chaps. They
eased themselves out of the wonderful clothing, placing it all carefully to
one side, stripping the layers away to reveal themselves to each other
naked, but tired.

"Hop in the shower and clean off," David commanded. Tim gladly obeyed. His
now bare body felt grimy from the exertions of the day, and drained. As Tim
washed away his troubles, David quickly made the bed, then joined his lover
under the cascading water. They washed each other down slowly, sensuously,
without making love, and climbed into bed to get some much needed sleep.

					******************

The next morning David woke to find Tim's arms wrapped around him. The
events of the previous day came flooding back, and he smiled to himself,
wondering at the marvellous rapture he felt in Tim being here with him. He
roused Tim gently and coaxed him from the bed, making them both coffee and
desperately fighting off the urge to attack his young lover, to swathe him
in leather and make love to him again. But not yet. There were a thousand
things to do this morning before they could have some fun, plenty of time
for that later, he told himself.

"Tim,..." David began, "If you want, we'll go and do some arse kicking this
morning. You can't be locked out like that without a court order. I'm sure I
can get you back in straight away, and I can help with the back rent if you
like,..."

The young man started to protest, but David cut him off.

"...or there's another solution." He stopped, his confidence deserting him.
With Tim's inquiring face turned to his, David summoned his courage and
plunged on. "You could always move in here, share with me, if you want?" The
look on his face was one of hope and anticipation.

"I, uh, I'd love too!" Tim's heart jumped. "But are you sure. I don't have
much money, much anything."

David grinned, relief and happiness in his eyes. "Did I say anything about
money? I'll take it out in trade!" he winked, mock lust on his face. Then
more seriously "It's you I want, not your money or your possessions."

Tim's eyes filled with moisture. "I love you" he said simply, but meaning
it.

David ached. He looked at the young man, saw the sincerity of his words. "I,
uh, love....you too." It took an effort to voice the words, but once said,
David felt so good. He repeated himself, savouring the sounds. "Tim, I love
you. I want you to live with me!" They embraced, holding each other tight.

David could be imposing when he was in control. Tim knew that, but it
translated into real life as well. He strode into the letting agent's
office, demanding to see the manager. Within minutes they left with Tim's
possessions in three large cases, a written apology, and an acknowledgement
that the overdue rent was waived, in return for a promise from Tim that he
wouldn't sue the company or the landlord.

"Impressive!" was Tim's only comment as they exited smiling.

"No one messes with my lover and gets away with it!" David declared, half
seriously. His arm went protectively around Tim's shoulders. "Tim, pack your
stuff in the car. I just want to grab something down the street. I'll be
back in a minute." He tossed the keys to his friend and walked away, as Tim
looked after him, curious. True to his word, David was gone only a short
time, returning with a large brown package he tossed onto the back seat.

Back at the house, Tim unloaded the cases as David headed inside with his
package. Returning to help the younger man, he beamed at him as the last bag
was deposited in the living room.

"Welcome home, my man!"

Tim grinned and threw his arms around him. "Thanks, stud" he said, kissing
him on the lips.

"And I got us a housewarming present" David added, taking Tim's hand and
drawing him into the bedroom. Laid out on the bed were matching sets of
shorts and vests. Made of the softest black kid leather, the smell of
newness strong on them. Tim picked up the vest set out for him, held it to
his face and breathed in the aroma. The vest was dark and supple. The shorts
shone with a gleam of polished metal, the leather oiled and shining.

"Oh, David, they're perfect."

"His and His." David laughed. "I told you last night I intend to get around
in leather as much as possible, and I kinda hope you will too."

"Will I ever!"

They raced each other to shuck off their clothes and get into the new
presents. The soft leather of the vests caressed their backs and chests like
black fingers, and the shorts fit perfectly, comfortable but tight,
emphasising more than they concealed, showing off both men's rounded firm
cheeks and highlighting their manhood in glossy black.

"I'm going to have a permanent erection with you in these around me all
day." David mocked.

Tim grinned evilly back at him. "All the more reason to get plenty of rest,
cause I'm going to be doing everything I can to take that erection from
you." He grinned again and traced David's penis through the leather with his
fingertip. They kissed, long and hard. Exploring each other, their hands
travelled over firm bodies and textured hide, clasping and gripping, an
urgency upon them. Grinding themselves together, chest to chest, groin to
groin, the creaking of the leather joined the symphony of sighs and whispers
as they held each other, touching, feeling, and bathing in the sensuous feel
of the leather against their skin.

David lifted Tim bodily, his strong arms around the younger man, hands
firmly clenched on those perfect leather clad cheeks, clutching him against
his own body, feeling Tim's perfect frame press against him through the new
leather they both wore. Lowering him to the bed, David straddled his lover,
knees on either side of him, sitting against the hard bulge of black
restrained within the shorts, rubbing himself back and forward against Tim.
Tim looked up into David's eyes, eager and wanting, loving the man on top of
him. His hands went to David's hips, his fingers feeling the shorts, taking
in the wonderful sensation of David's body encased in the tight black
leather covering. He massaged David's arse cheeks, slid his hands around to
touch and squeeze at the lengthening mound of manhood clearly outlined by
the shiny black leather, to prod gently at the testicles encased in the
supple hide. His hands moved upwards, sliding under the folds of the vest,
touching and pulling at David's nipple rings, bringing moans of delight from
the leather lover leaning over him.

Suddenly David was off him, swinging his body around and beside Tim's, lying
so they were face to groin, in the classic 69 position. Instantly they each
attacked the other's leather clad penis, suckling and licking at the tubes
of man meat through the second skin of black. Teeth and lips clenched and
bit at the swollen cocks, tasting the protective leather and feeling the
trembling hidden power of their erections. Noses buried in crotches, they
moved as one being, drinking in the life they gave to each other, the power
they felt from the unrivalled sensuality of the leather.

Tongues, fingers and lips explored their steel hard rods, enveloped as they
were in the velvet gloss of black leather. Caressing and exploring the
mounds and bulges of inviting sensual blackness that were butt cheeks and
balls, they devoured each other and gave themselves to each other, skin
against skin and leather against leather, grinding, pushing, driving their
senses wild with the delight of the shared love and second skin they both
wore.

Unable to resist his urges, Tim slid his fingers under the shorts encasing
his lover. Easing them down as he could, he found his prize as David's rock
hard cock, slippery from his own pre-cum, presented itself to Tim's eager
lips. Licking out and tasting the oozing man juice, Tim massaged David's
tool with his tongue, slurping around his cockhead and tracing his way along
the steel hard shaft. David, his senses reeling with the warmth of Tim's
lips on his rod, returned the compliment. Tim's shorts were eased away from
his cock, to be replaced by David's wet enveloping mouth. As Tim artfully
caressed David with his tongue, teasing and sending electrical surges
through him by biting softly at the tender flesh, David opted to swallow Tim
in one huge gulp, opening his throat and taking Tim's manhood inside him in
an instant. Tim gasped as the pleasure of David's warm throat held his
throbbing dick, sending waves of enjoyment spreading through his body. He
reciprocated by gently easing his lips around David's cockhead and slowly
beginning the descent upon the powerful tool in his mouth.

David felt Tim begin to engulf him, and sighed with delight. He felt Tim's
tongue whip at his corona, explore the ridge of his cockhead, and lubricate
his shaft as Tim slowly, gently swallowed him. The sensation crept up on
him. Driving him wild with desire. Very soon the two men began to bob in
unison on their respective cocks. They found an easy rhythm, complementing
each other as they suctioned and withdrew, pistoning in and out of the other
easily. Servicing and being serviced, giving and taking, still lost to the
sensuous wrap of leather on skin, the blissful scent of maleness and leather
and sweat, they drove themselves on. Each dived faster and deeper onto his
mate's organ, while at the same time driving his own cock into his willing
partner's throat. The sounds of creaking leather were joined by the moist
slurping of tongues and mouths, and the whimpering moans of growing passion.
Tim felt his need intensify, his balls heave as his orgasm neared. He strove
to hold back. David knew he could not resist the explosion much longer, and
somehow sensed that Tim was nearing his peak at the same time. Faster they
attacked each other. Deeper and harder they each drove into the other, the
moment rushing toward them. Thrusting in and out of one another, the world
lost in a blur of masculine sexual frenzy, ecstasy exploded upon them
simultaneously.

Tim tried to cry out, but his call was smothered by David's pounding cock.
As he felt himself shudder to a final swollen hardness, David's prong
exploded in him, sending rivers of salty/sweet juice into his throat. Tim
swallowed and gulped and swallowed again as his own balls emptied themselves
through the throbbing hardness of his cock and into David's waiting gullet.
David felt rather than tasted the cascade of manjuice that flowed from Tim,
slurping and sucking at his lover's rod. His cock twitched and trembled as
it shot spurt after spurt into Tim's mouth, and he felt as though they had
created a circle of cum. It was as if his seed was being emptied into Tim
and recycled back through his lover to himself.

The two suckled and trembled, emptying themselves into each other. Slowly
their eruptions eased, and each licked and slurped at the other, determined
not to waste a drop of the precious liquid they had pumped into themselves.
Finally spent, they broke their position, Tim flipping himself around to lie
face to face with his lover. On an impulse he tucked David's still firm,
saliva covered cock back into the leather shorts, and did the same to
himself. David echoed his thoughts out loud.

"Oh that feels so hot, the warm wetness inside the leather, my cock feels
like it's still lost in your throat" David whispered. Tim simply nodded his
agreement, pressing his body against the older man, feeling the sensation
wash over him yet again. Their lips met and parted, their tongues exploring,
tasting themselves on each other, mixing and sharing their juices as hands
held tight to backs and butts. The urgency replaced by the mellow warmth of
sated desire, they lay together recovering.

They stayed there, together, pressed to each other and garbed in their
leather vests and shorts, for some time, revelling in the touch of each
other. David eventually ended the silence.

"We still have unpacking and arranging to do." He announced. "Come on
handsome, on your feet and come help me sort out our new home."

Tim smiled again. "I can't begin to tell you how much I like the sound of
that -- `our new home'." David kissed him softly again, and stood up, taking
his hand and pulling Tim to his feet. Tim looked at his lover, drank in the
sight of his arse in the form fitting black shorts, feasted on the sight of
his manly shoulders filling out the vest. "I wish we could leave these on
all the time." He uttered quietly, running his fingers down David's back.

David looked at him in surprise. "We can. No need to take them off. Besides,
I like the look..." His eyes roamed lustily over the younger man. Tim
grinned, licking his lips slowly, his eyes fixed on the smiling face before
him. "Now..." said David, again getting a little more serious, "...even if we
live in leather, we still have to live, so come and help sort out the
place."

They surveyed the various rooms, bantering lightly and deciding where to
place furniture. They slowly began to settle into the house, getting to feel
their way around it. They passed each other easily, touching lightly, a
gentle caress on the arm, a quick stolen kiss, a playful squeeze of cheeks
and dicks. And whenever they caught sight of themselves, of each other, they
marvelled at the wonderful feeling of freedom they had as they occupied
their home clad in the supporting, empowering black leather clothing.

They put in several hours of work that afternoon, but only got a fraction of
the way through arranging the house. Plenty of time to finish, David
declared and Tim agreed. Breaking for a well earned coffee, they sat on a
lounge, still surrounded by boxes and other items. David leaned back on one
arm of the sofa, while Tim lazily rested against the other arm, their legs
entwined, running toes along each other's legs teasingly. David looked at
Tim's suitcases, untouched since he got back that morning.

"You won't feel really moved in until we get them unpacked." David nodded
toward the cases.

"There's not a lot there I want or need" Tim commented dryly.

"Maybe so, but they're your things, and they belong in your home, not
sitting in cases like some kind of unwanted visitor."

"You're right." Tim said, suddenly spurred to action. "Let's at least get my
clothes put away." He grabbed one of the cases and a carry bag. David
grabbed another bag, and let Tim lead the way into the bedroom.

"How about you take that half of the wardrobe, and I'll take the other?"
David said, pointing to the left side of the full length wall to wall built
in wardrobe.

Again Tim looked dubious. My few things are going to look awfully lonely in
that huge expanse, he thought as he heaved the case onto the bed, undoing
the locks. He turned and slid one of the doors open to reveal two levels of
hanging rails and a set of drawers, and looked back at David in confusion.
Already taking pride of place were a pair of chaps, a pair of dress slacks,
jeans, a vest (heavier and more substantial than the one he was wearing),
two jackets and three harnesses in different configurations, all in
polished black leather, lined up and inviting. On the floor were two pairs
of black leather boots.

"I thought this was to be my side..?" he said questioningly.

"It is." David said simply.

"But all this gear..."

"It's yours. These as well... David pulled open the top drawer to reveal an
array of leather jocks and pouches, arm bands, cockrings, collars, the cap
Tim had worn the night before, and assorted bits and pieces. "I know they
fit -- they fit you perfectly last night" he grinned at Tim, running his
finger down his abs and along Tim's soft penis encased in the leather
shorts.

"But they belong to Chris, don't they?" Tim looked hard, wanting them,
hoping but not daring to hear.

"Tim..." David said, firmly "...I'm not going to pretend we don't have a past,
either of us. But Chris has gone. He hated this anyway, despised leather and
refused to let me enjoy it. Chris is no longer. They're yours. If you want
them, of course. If you won't feel comfortable in them because they used to
belong to someone else, then we'll trash the lot and buy you new ones of
your own."

"NO!" Tim exclaimed. "They are wonderful." He turned and held his lover,
kissing him hard, smiling into his eyes, then back to the treasure trove
before him, running his hands over the coveted garments. "Can I wear them?"

"Are you kidding? As often as you want, wherever and whenever you want.
Preferably when I can watch, feast my eyes on you, but they're yours. You
can do whatever you want with them."

Tim laughed out loud. He looked at David, and his libido stirred for the
hundredth time that day. With a lusty grin he said quietly "I think I need
to try some on, just to be sure!"

"Then let me choose" said David, matching his leer, and running his finger
along Tim's leather covered cock.

"We'll choose for each other!" Tim declared. "piece for piece. I seem to
recall an unopened box in the playroom that needs attending to."

"Agreed." Said David eagerly. "I wondered when you'd remember that. Let's
dress each other, and go exploring."

They stripped and stood naked, each smiling at the other, their cocks
evidence of the growing desire. David studied the racks for a moment, and
selected first a harness. More complex than the one from last night, Tim
needed a little help to secure it. Wide shoulder straps ended in twin metal
rings which were connected by a broad leather band. The twin rings sat over
Tim's nipples, framing them. Two pieces of chain attached to the rings and
looped back around Tim's ribs to connect at the back of the harness. Two
more leather straps led one from each ring to another ring which framed his
navel, while the metal ring between his shoulders had attached to it two
more straps that fell across his back in an inverted `V' to connect with two
more metal rings on the small of his back, connected by a chain, and then
joined with leather straps around his waist to the ring at his navel. From
this centre ring another strap of soft black leather fell to an open snap.
At his back, he could feel thinner straps of the same soft leather dangling
from each of the metal rings sitting just above his arse cheeks. Tim felt
David set these into position so they framed his butt and curved under his
groin, joining an inch or so from his balls where the now merged single
leather strap attached to a larger metal ring.

David grinned. "This goes there!" he pointed and Tim realised that it was
actually a silver cockring, forming a part of the harness. He hurried to
squeeze his balls through the metal and then feed his hardening cock into
place before nature prevented him from affixing the ring where it belonged.
As he adjusted himself inside the metal, his cock swelled and hardened at
the constriction of blood. The ring felt so good, tight and hard, cool and
exotic as it held him in thrall. David snapped the final leather strap
straight down from the centre ring around Tim's navel into place by feeding
it through the ring against his cock shaft and snapping it closed.

Tim felt exhilarated, enclosed and constrained in the leather and metal of
the harness, yet still easily able to move around. He surveyed the effect in
the mirror, and his cock twitched with anticipation. "Your turn" he said to
David, as he examined the contents of David's side of the closet. For his
man, Tim chose a much simpler harness than the one he wore himself. It
consisted of four wide strong black leather straps which started from a
single metal ring that sat between David's shoulder blades, and met again at
another single metal ring in the centre of his chest. Each of the straps was
adorned with a row of silver metal studs, pointed but not sharp. From the
two rings, one at the front and one at the back, two long slender silver
chains dangled, slung around David's waistline to meet again at the opposite
ring. They were secured front and back by another length of chain which
connected to them lower down, drawing them more firmly in place so that they
stayed in position as David moved around. A final length of silver chain
crossed David's chest high up just below his neck, attached at either end to
the two shoulder straps. Tim looked eagerly and appreciatively at the
leather and metal which wrapped and highlighted his lover's upper body. The
straps around David's ribcage accentuated his pecs, pushing them up and out,
emphasising the nipples with the tiny silver rings through each. Tim wanted,
ached, to take those rings in his teeth and tug gently at them.

David forestalled him, moving back to the drawer on Tim's side, and holding
up four wide leather bands. The two longer bands were quickly buckled around
Tim's upper arms, and the shorter ones around his wrists. The leather that
wrapped itself around Tim's lower arms had rows of metal studs set into it,
and looked much like shortened gauntlets. Tim held his arms out in front of
himself, admiring. His still semi hard cock waved in front of him, the head
moist with the first drops of pre-cum. To finish his arms, David handed Tim
a pair of soft kid leather driving gloves, the ones with the fingers cut
out. The feel of the leather against his palms and hands was so stimulating,
Tim marvelled that he didn't lose control and attack David right then. But
he wanted his man in more leather yet. For David, Tim chose a pair of long
gauntlets that started at the wrists and went all the way up and around his
elbows. Solid, firm, polished and black, they sheathed his entire forearm in
beautiful shining leather, unadorned, but radiating a sense of hidden power.
Over David's hands went a set of glossy black leather police gloves, which
fit him...well.... like a glove! David revelled in the envelope of dark
polished hide now encasing him from the elbows down, and as he looked to
Tim, he saw him lick his lips and grin leeringly.

David reached and squeezed at Tim's still hard prong, holding it tightly as
his free hand searched again. This time he retrieved two items. A collar,
soft, shining and black, with two rows of metal studs along its length. It
snapped easily into place around Tim's neck and as he delighted in the feel
of the leather around his throat he looked back to David to see the other
item. This was almost a jockstrap. Almost, because it consisted of nothing
more that a tiny waistband of black elastic from which hung a soft leather
pouch, the lower edge of the leather cup also elasticised. Pulling it up,
Tim found it amazingly comfortable. The support band sat easily just above
his hips, then dropped low at the front while the pouch slid up and under
his testicles, nestling around them and cupping them in place. With some
difficulty he managed to stretch the rest of the pouch over his erection,
and the effect was to have the pouch only just cover the base of his penis
where it arched out from his lower abdomen, grip his cock and balls in
sensuous soft leather fingers, and scrunch back to his skin at the sensitive
spot where his ball sac connected to his body. Tim let his hands cup himself
through the leather, squeezing and rolling himself inside the pouch as David
stood and watched the show.

Now it was Tim's turn yet again, and he took his time as he rummaged through
the drawer of goodies. Finally triumphant, he held out to his leather god a
thong with a codpiece that snapped into place (or away again - Tim thought
happily). Before David could pull it on Tim opened his hand to reveal
another delight.

"A collar for my neck deserves a collar for you," he whispered to David, and
dropped to his knees in front of his lover. Carefully he snapped into place
a leather cockring which sat tightly around the base of David's quickly
hardening cock, behind both shaft and testicles. Attached to it was another
smaller leather strap which pulled together around the top of David's ball
sac, separating the fleshy container from the weapon it fed. David's balls
were thus separated from his cock and held firmly in place with leather
restraints. With a quick, longing lick at the head of David's cock, Tim
backed off and David pulled on the leather thong. It consisted of a leather
waist strap, with a single back strap which connected to the waist and
pulled down between David's round firm cheeks, to divide in two behind his
balls and frame his manhood, joining the waistband again at either side of
his groin. Three snaps were fitted, two at the top and one at the base, to
which a firm black leather codpiece was connected. As David adjusted himself
inside the black mound of leather, Tim feasted his eyes on the outline of
his male sword pushing forward at the leather casing.

A sense of needing, of urgency, which had been held in abeyance until now
suddenly came upon the two men. They had fed their own libidos by dressing
each other, and now those libidos were demanding release. Wordlessly they
each turned to the wardrobe and almost reverently pulled out the
indispensable item, the defining piece of masculine leather sexuality -- long
black shining leather chaps. Somehow, chaps were the essence of leather
love. They encased the legs, gripping and covering yet highlighting and
framing. They had the effect of completing one, as though you were
unfinished without them. David and Tim eagerly fastened the chaps around
themselves, delighting to the touch, the look and the smell. Both men
carefully smoothed the soft shining leather into place against their skin as
they fastened the leg zippers. They luxuriated in the leather engulfing them
from ankle to thigh and framing their arses and groins, beckoning each to
the other with irresistible promises of leather masculinity. Tim had
finished before David, and without hesitating reached for a pair of high
sided leather boots. They slid easily, comfortably over his feet and he
stood upright. Like some comic book hero, he swore he could feel superhuman
powers flowing into him from the leather he now wore, the power of male
sexuality, building and urging, demanding to be released upon his leather
hunk beside him.

David was struggling with the second of his own boots, and Tim bent to
assist, on one knee. As he helped David pull the boot into place, he
couldn't resist any longer, and his head dropped. Impulsively, he licked the
toe of David's boot, tasting the leather. Kissing and licking, he polished
the top of the foot, drinking in the close up view of leather and metal.
David's boots had leather straps which went under the sole and came up to
connect to metal rings at the ankles, where another strap circled the ankle.
Tim followed the line of the straps with his tongue, then eased his face
upward, finding the leather of David's chaps. Licking, biting, he made his
way up David's legs, drinking in the sight, the taste the smell of the
leather. He felt the strength of David's muscles beneath the protective
black hide -- the pure maleness of his lover, heightened and empowered by the
slick black leather. As Tim increased his attack, David's hands came to his
face. Lifting him.

"Not yet, stud.' He cautioned in a whisper, "very very soon, but not yet!"

They stood and examined each other. Each man was turned on so much by the
other, wanting, needing to be joined. The creaking, powerful leather which
covered and gripped them was an aphrodisiac like no other. David started to
move, but Tim stopped him. "Wait -- one more thing" he said. From David's
drawer he found the hard cap with the shining black visor, and the mirrored
sunglasses. When David set them in place, Tim looked earnestly and
approvingly. "Now you're complete. My leather hunk" he stated decisively.

Together they descended the stairs to the basement. The `real' world left
behind with each step. David's arm was on Tim's shoulders and Tim's hand
slid around David's waist as they moved toward their new life as one.

To be continued...


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