Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 17:19:07 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Work It Out Pt 1

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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.

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Work It Out
	Iainlthr@hotmail.com

[Note: this story is a `spin-off' from my story "Leather Lovers", and was
inspired by generous comments and a suggestion from Rick, a hot leather
muscle guy, and one of my regular and appreciative readers.]

Pete had known Mike for years. They had met at the gym, and had become good
friends, often going out together for a drink, catching up with a group of
others and enjoying the mutual company. But they had never slept together.
It just wasn't that kind of friendship. Besides, Pete knew Mike was into
`leather' -- he made no secret of it, often talking about how much he enjoyed
the leather `scene'. Pete wasn't into the leather sub-culture himself, and
Mike usually restricted his clothing to a vest or jacket, occasionally a
pair of leather pants, when mixing with the group because a few of the guys
felt uncomfortable with that particular fetish. Pete didn't feel
uncomfortable at all about it, just hadn't become involved. He did find a
hot guy in a leather outfit turned him on, but he hadn't thought of Mike
like that because they had become friends without being lovers.

Over the last few months he had seen a lot less of Mike. His friend had met
another guy -- Neale -- and the two of them had been less inclined to
socialise with the group. Pete understood that, and bore no ill will. He was
happy for Mike that he had found someone special, and new relationships
always tended to mean that the lovers kept to themselves much more. Still he
was looking forward to catching up with Mike again tonight. Apparently Mike
and Neale had said they would join the rest of the crowd for a drink at
Caesars', so Pete had put aside his dislike of one of the other regulars to
take the chance to see Mike again.

It was around 10, and Pete had been chatting and drinking with the others
for half an hour. James, the self-appointed fashion arbiter for the crowd,
was rabbiting on about how Mike and Neale had become reclusive and how it
just wasn't right for them to not join the friends more often etc. Pete was
getting more and more annoyed with James as time went on, and wondering
whether he should stay, when he looked up to see a couple of guys enter the
bar. They were geared up in full leather outfits, black leather riding
jackets with straps on the shoulders, over tight white T-shirts. Over the
flimsy cotton of the shirts they wore leather harnesses of four straps, two
over the shoulders, two around the ribs, connected front and back to a
single metal ring. Shining, soft leather pants under firm black chaps
accentuated their groins, and the outlines of cocks and balls were
definitely visible within the glistening leather they wore. Pete took a
long, envying look at the two in the distance, admiring their bods, and
feeling a pang of jealousy that they were a well-matched couple. He also
felt the stirring in his groin, these two guys looked HOT, and he tried not
to be too obvious as he enjoyed the view of the leather clad bods.

As he continued to watch the pair, they began to walk towards him. The
taller of the two raised an arm, began to call a greeting. Pete looked
closer, and with a shock realised that it was Mike. His jaw dropped open at
the realisation, as he took in the fact that the stunning leather man was
his friend. The reaction of the others was similar, a drawn out silence as
wide eyes and open mouths turned to the pair approaching their group. Pete
swung around and noticed James just near him. The look on James' face was
one of total disbelief, and that look was turning to disgust. Suddenly, Pete
let out a long low whistle, and started to laugh. Moving forward quickly, he
was the first of the group to reach Mike, and grabbed his arm before giving
him a bear hug, smiling the whole time.

"Hey, mate, you look fantastic!" Pete said loudly and enthusiastically, as
he let go of Mike, and together they faced the others. The looks of shock
were being hastily replaced, some with admiration, some with disapproval,
some with simple mirth. Pete turned to Mike's other half, Neale, and gripped
his arm, then hugged him the same as he had Mike. Quietly, almost
conspiratorially, he said to Neale "Congratulations. You both look great,
and it must have taken some real guts to do this." Neale smiled a grateful
acknowledgement to Pete, and stood by Mike's side as they faced his friends.
James walked away, muttering unheeded words of disapproval, but the
remainder of the group chatted easily with the leathered Mike and Neale. It
turned out that the low opinion of James was fairly widespread among the
group. Most of the others complimented Mike and Neale on the shock value,
and the guts to show themselves. There was a bit of easy bantering, some
joking around at their expense, but nothing serious.

Pete joined in the comments and joking, but the whole time he had trouble
taking his eyes off the two, and more than once felt himself becoming
aroused by the look of them in their hot leather gear. At one stage during
the evening, he plucked up his courage, and catching Mike a little away from
the crowd he complimented him yet again on how he looked.

"You know, mate, I've always loved the look of a hot man in leather, but I'd
never realised just how good you looked in it." Pete confided. Mike simply
smiled at his friend, as Neale joined them, close enough to hear what was
being said. Pete continued "I've always wondered what it would be like,
thought I should try something ^Å" he let the rest of the sentence hang.

Mike leaned to Pete, his hand still on Neale's leg. "Just do it, mate. Get
out there and find out for yourself. Someone who works out and looks after
his body as much as you do won't have any trouble finding the right man.
Look at me, I certainly have, and I'm not letting this man go under any
circumstances." He looked back at Neale as he spoke, then turned to Pete
again. Pete felt re-assured, and at the same time envious. It was plain that
Mike and Neale were in love, and Pete wondered if he would ever find someone
to feel so happy with. It was also clear that Mike and Neale were together,
and not available to anyone else. In his mind, Pete wished them all the
best.

That night, after Mike and Neale had left, Pete found himself still
contemplating them, still focussed on the incredible sight of the two of
them garbed in shining black leather. He marvelled that he had become
aroused by the view of his friends, had seen them for the first time as
sexually exciting. Pete thought on this. He knew the look of a man in
leather was arousing, but he had never considered it for himself, and had
not contemplated Mike as an object of sexual attraction. It was not Mike, he
realised, but the leather, that had attracted him, had made him tingle,
wanting.

For days, Pete's thoughts turned to the exciting look of the leather-clad
bodies. Whenever he had time to himself, time to simply daydream, his
thoughts went back to the harnesses, the shining black chaps, the bright
polished hide. He imagined himself dressed in the firm gripping skin,
pictured his body wrapped in a harness, and invariably found himself getting
aroused. What must it feel like, to be enveloped in gleaming leather? He had
a good body, and worked on keeping it that way, and dreamed about how good
leather straps and black skintight pants would look on himself.

He was still thinking of it while working out in the gym, and got a bit of a
shock when he realised someone was talking to him. He looked up to see a new
face, looking at him questioningly.

"Uh, sorry?^Å" he said, raising his eyes to the man staring at him.

"I asked if you were a regular here? I've just moved into the neighbourhood,
and don't know too many people in this part of town, and I was wondering if
you would mind spotting for me with these presses?"

"Sure" replied Pete quickly. "Sorry, I was a million miles away"

"I figured. My name's Steve."

"Hi, I'm Pete" a quick handshake, and Steve took up position on the bench,
stretching and flexing as he prepared to take the weight he had selected and
Pete moved around behind to spot for him. As Steve began his workout, Pete's
eyes were drawn to the defined chest clearly visible through Steve's flimsy
T-shirt. Just as visible were the silver rings which pierced each large
brown nipple. Pete looked long at the lumps of flesh with their metal
insertions, finding himself attracted to them, imagining running his fingers
or his teeth over the sensitive skin. Shaking off his pre-occupation, Pete
attempted to concentrate on the task at hand, but standing here, looking
down and along Steve's body, he couldn't help but notice the perfectly
formed torso, and the very impressive bulge pushing up at the loose shorts
the other man wore.

As he lifted and dropped the bar, Steve concentrated his efforts on moving
the weight. He strained and sweated, the muscles in his arms and chest
bulging with the effort, filling with blood and growing with each push. He
had to make sure he focussed on the bar, or he could lose it and do himself
some serious damage. The hunk standing behind him, hands out in case the
weight became too much, was a stunner. As he lay down and slid into
position, Steve had glanced upwards and been rewarded with a fantastic view
of muscled thighs leading to an inviting protrusion encased in tight lycra,
a defined six pack below a pumped chest, and a strong square jaw. He would
have to get to know this guy better, he decided.

With a final heave, Steve hoisted the weight above his chest and stopped,
nodding to Pete. Pete reached forward and steadied the bar as Steve dropped
it onto the supports behind him, and sat up with an effort.

"Nice workout." Pete commented, and Steve grinned back as he caught his
breath.

"Wanna join me on the step-walkers?" Pete asked, and Steve nodded. They made
their way to the equipment, finding two machines empty side by side. As they
began the exercise, Steve looked sideways at Pete again.

"So what was so important?" he asked.

"Huh?" questioned Pete.

"When I first spoke to you. You were off in another world."

"Oh, that" said Pete, "I was just thinking about a friend."

Steve felt his hopes fall. "Oh, I see." he said, in a dejected tone. Pete
picked up on Steve's comment straight away.

"No, no, not that kind of friend." He said quickly. "A mate of mine. He has
started seeing someone, and I caught up with them a few nights ago. I was
just thinking about how good they looked, how happy they seemed together,
and ^Å" his voice trailed off.

"And?"

"Nothing." Said Pete. Changing the subject, he looked to Steve. "So you're
new in the neighbourhood?"

"Yeah. Moved into a new house just last week." He looked at Pete, weighing
in his mind just how far to go with this stranger he had just met. What the
hell, he thought, nothing ventured ^Å "I sold my other place because it was
full of bad memories."

Pete was curious now. "What do you mean?" he asked, as they both pressed on,
legs pumping against the step machines in a never ending climb to nowhere.

"Well, my ex moved out about a year ago. I got over that, and him, a long
while ago, but everywhere I looked in the house, I saw things that reminded
me of what we had once and lost, so I figured the only thing to do was sell
up and move. And here I am." With that he broke into a huge grin, directed
at Pete.

"I suppose I should say I'm sorry, but I'm not." Pete commented, flirting
with the hunk beside him. They both grinned, sinking into solo thoughts. As
they finished their reps, Pete turned to Steve. "That's about it for me,
today. I'm gonna shower and get going." He looked carefully at Steve. "Do
you want to catch up for a meal or something later?"

Steve wasn't going to let this man get away that easily. "I'm going to
finish up now too." He declared. "Have you got any plans tonight?"

"Er, no."

"Then how about coming back to my place. We can order a pizza, have a beer,
and get to know each other."

Pete grinned. The invitation, and implied offer of sex, was obvious but
honest, and very attractive. He spent enough time at home alone. Some good
company, conversation, a `roll in the hay' with a handsome musclebud sounded
way to good to pass up. "You're on!" he replied enthusiastically.

They showered alongside each other, laughing and splashing at each other
like kids. Both took the chance to feast his eyes on the other, to take not
too subtle looks at his friend's equipment. The flush of new friendship, and
the scent of sex on the air, forced each of them to will themselves not to
start getting aroused in the still public arena of the gym's shower room. To
the outside observer, they made quite a couple. Almost identical in size,
they stood the same height, and waists, butts, thighs and feet were matched.
Pete's chest was more developed than Steve, yet Steve had larger arms, and
more definition to his abs. Steve's dark brown hair was reflected in a nice
even mat on his chest and forearms, while Pete's blond locks were natural,
and the barest hint of fuzz grew on his arms, his chest and body completely
smooth, save for the mass of curls at his groin, also dark blond. Pete's
uncut penis was slightly longer than Steve's circumcised meat, but Steve
made up for that in diameter, his dick clearly thicker than that of his
friend.

Changing at their lockers, the pair strolled out into the evening, breathing
deeply away from the stale air in the gym. Casually they chatted as they
walked, looking for all the world like old friends as they made their way to
Steve's home. Once there, Steve fetched the two of them a beer and they sat,
at ease with each other.

"So tell me," Steve pressed to Pete, his hand lying on Pete's forearm, "your
friend, the one you were thinking about when I spoke to you - what had you
so lost, so deep in thought?"

Pete blushed, but he felt remarkably comfortable with Steve, and besides,
they had only just met so there was no thought of upsetting an old
friendship. Taking a deep breath, he began to explain.

"Mike, my friend, is now living with his new boyfriend. When I saw them the
other night, they showed up at the bar in full leather gear, you know,
harnesses, chaps, the whole bit. I'd always known Mike was into that scene,
but never seen him so dressed up. And he looked so happy, with Neale, his
friend, dressed the same way."

Steve froze for a moment, looking into Pete's eyes questioningly. "Did that
upset you, seeing Mike in all that leather?"

"No, not at all," Pete laughed softly. "Exactly the opposite. I thought they
both looked so hot, fucking stunning in fact. I actually started getting
turned on just looking at them. I told them so, and that I'd always wondered
about getting decked out in leather. Mike told me I should just get out and
do it. That's what I was thinking about. I have this feeling deep down that
I think I'd like to try it, but just don't know if I would feel comfortable,
or if it would suit me."

Steve laughed, a deep bellow. Pete looked at him bewildered. As Steve
managed to control his mirth, he looked at Pete again, a long look, up and
down his body, appraising him. Finally he smirked, "You'd look fucking hot
in leather, my friend. It would suit you completely." Again he chuckled as
Pete smiled at the compliment. With a twinkle in his eye, and a grin which
Pete couldn't quite read, Steve stood up and fetched another beer for his
blond friend. "Here, drink this. I have something to show you. I'll be a few
minutes, so don't go away!" Steve declared, mysteriously. As Pete took the
drink, Steve disappeared into a room out of view.

Pete sat there, alone, pondering over Steve's laughter at his confession of
a secret fantasy, and his sudden disappearance. What did he mean? Why had he
left so quickly? Have I put him off? Pete suddenly felt uncertain, and
insecure, in this man's home after opening up to him about his deepest
thoughts. Lost in his ruminations, Pete didn't hear Steve returning, was
unaware that he stood a few metres away, looking down at him, until Steve's
cough interrupted his thoughts.

"So, what do you think?" Steve's voice broke the reverie in Pete's mind.

Startled, Pete looked up. For a split second, he thought he was still
daydreaming, and then he realised that his eyes were not lying. His mouth
fell open, his cock rocketed to hardness. In stunned silence, he took in the
vision before him, slowly allowing his eyes to travel, to absorb it all,
scared it might vanish as quickly as it had arrived.

The vision was Steve. But in the few minutes he had left Pete alone, he had
changed completely. Now, so close Pete could reach out and touch if he
wished, stood a leather clad Adonis.

Steve's muscular, pumped frame was dressed in the hottest, horniest leather
gear Pete had ever seen. Over his shoulders were wide leather straps that
connected to bright silver rings circling his hard pierced nipples. Those
rings were in turn connected by a shining metal chain. From the same rings,
more gleaming black leather straps circled Steve's chest, disappearing
behind his back. Yet more straps hung down from the two metal rings, joining
at a single ring over his navel and forming a `V' shape from his tits to his
belly. Within that V the washboard ridges of his abs rippled and strained.
Below the chest straps and metal chain, Steve's pecs were hard and
chiselled, tanned a soft brown which set off his dark hair perfectly.

Another set of wide black bands ran around his narrow waist from the ring
over his navel and behind his back, and a final strap dropped straight down,
under the waistband of a pair of chaps, and disappeared beneath a black
leather posing thong. The chaps stretched over Steve's legs looked as if
they had been shrink-wrapped into place. They were polished and shining,
black as night, and skin-tight. They gripped his powerful legs, moulded
themselves around his thighs and clung to his calves. Every movement of
Steve's muscles rippled within the black envelope, accentuated and
emphasised by the encompassing leather. His long, strong legs were anchored
in black boots polished to a sheen, which came up to mid-calf, and as he
stood there, feet apart, Pete almost drooled with delight.

At his groin, Steve's chaps opened to frame a stunning black V of leather
encasing his masculinity. A shining polished pouch of leather, black and
filled, sat within the framework of the chaps, surrounded by his bare tanned
skin. That pouch revealed more than it hid. Pete could clearly see (and
happily stared at) a long tube nestling within the black leather cocoon, and
large round orbs below it filling the thong and ensuring it stood out
solidly from Steve's body. Enjoying the reaction he had prompted in Pete,
Steve, slowly turned full circle, so Pete could feast his eyes on the sight
of Steve's firm, perfectly rounded arse cheeks, each dimpled slightly,
framed and surrounded by the glistening black leather of the chaps. Higher,
the straps of the harness connected in two metal rings before running up and
over Steve's wide shoulders, restraining the rippling muscles of his
shoulders and upper back. To finish the outfit, Steve wore wide black
leather armbands above each bicep, fastened tightly and pumping his upper
arms to perfection.

"Holy fuck!!!" Pete finally found his tongue, giving vent to the emotions
inside. His cock was so hard it ached, just watching the display Steve put
on for him. "You look fantastic."

"Thanks" smiled the brunette at his new friend. "Now, how about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. I thought you might like to try some of this gear for yourself."
Steve watched Pete's face closely.

"Fuck yes!  Absolutely!" Pete exclaimed. "But where am I going to get any?"

"Relax, my friend. I have plenty of other gear here, and we're pretty close
in build, so it should fit fairly well."

Pete's whole body trembled at the thought of wearing clothing similar to
Steve's. "Yes, please," he said, almost whispering, his emotions running
wild. Steve smiled again, and led Pete into a room off the hallway from
where he had appeared. Inside, a small but well equipped home gym was set
up. Pete glanced around the room, approvingly. Nice set up, he thought to
himself, as Steve pulled open the sliding door of a wardrobe in one wall.
Inside was a treasure trove of leather.

Sizing Pete up with his eyes, and noting the well developed body and very
obvious bulge at Pete's crotch, Steve selected several items, holding them
out to Pete for his reaction. Pete's eyes lit up, and his hands happily
grabbed at the gear. Eagerly stripping his clothes away, Pete began to pull
on a black leather jockstrap arrangement, and almost immediately began
having difficulties with it. Steve laughed.

"Here, stud, let me help."

The pouch consisted of a normal jock arrangement except that it was made of
supple black leather, and a hole had been cut into the front so that the
pouch of hide fit snugly around Pete's nuts, but his long and already hard
prick poked through the hole, jutting proudly forward as it throbbed with
excitement. Steve couldn't resist a good squeeze of Pete's equipment as he
helped him adjust the leather envelope around his balls. On the pouch were
press studs, and another piece of leather, a cod-piece, was designed to snap
into place over the wearer's cock. With some difficulty, Steve managed to
wrap the cod of leather around Pete's cock and fasten it in position, so
that Pete's meat was now also enveloped in black. The long hard tube of his
prong pushed against the leather, his outline clearly defined within the
black restraining hide.

Pete let out a long soft "mmmmm" as the jock was fitted, enjoying the
incredible sensation of the leather around his cock and balls. Steve smiled.
"There's a lot more to come yet!" he laughed.

Next, Steve lifted a harness and held it to Pete. The blond man, looked at
it longingly, and began to pull the straps over his shoulder. Steve had to
assist again, helping him get the shoulder straps in place and buckled
properly, then pulling more wide leather straps around Pete's chest,
settling them in place under the ridge of his sculpted pecs and connecting
them to a single metal ring at the centre of his chest. Steve made sure the
straps were tight, and as he did he looked approvingly at the way they
pushed up against the firm muscles and light skin, emphasising the
powerfully developed chest. The harness had two more straps that hug down
front and back to connect to another metal ring, with a joining leather
strap around the waist. Steve again pulled these straps taut, encasing the
rippled abs and narrow waist of his new friend in black bands of shimmering
leather.

Steve stood back and looked admiringly at the transformation that was taking
place on Pete. Already he could see the growing confidence and excitement in
his friend, and knew that the leather was turning him on incredibly. Pete,
for his part, looked hungrily to the next item, a pair of chaps, waiting for
him. As Steve knelt in front of him, Pete settled the chaps at his waist and
buckled the waistband firmly. With his darker friend helping, Pete smoothed
the leather against his legs, catching the zipper at the ankle and slowly
doing each leg up, pulling the leather leg pieces into position and over his
skin as he slowly fastened each in turn. Fortunately he and Steve were very
close in size, so the chaps fit Pete perfectly, gripping him tightly,
flexing with him and moulding to his shape. As they settled into place, Pete
ran his hands over his own legs, up and down against the smooth black hide.
He marvelled at the shimmering polished leather, and the way it encased his
legs, so tight that the curves and shape of him was accentuated rather than
hidden by the black skin he now wore.

And the scent. Pete hadn't been prepared for the aroma of leather that
drifted up, pervading his nostrils. It was a musky, masculine, animalistic
smell that turned him on, made him feel alive. Steve `finished him off' with
a pair of leather armbands around his upper arms, that Pete could feel tight
around him, but good, gripping and pumping his arms up to their best
appearance. At last, Steve stood back from him and surveyed his handiwork.

"Sorry I don't have any boots to fit you," he said, "but apart from that,
you look fuckin' hot, man!" With that comment, Steve looked long and hard at
Pete, and almost by instinct his hand fell to the supple leather pouch at
his groin, and he allowed himself to squeeze the throbbing pole buried
within the black cushion there.

Pete smiled, then turned to see himself in the mirrored door of the
wardrobe. What greeted his eyes was a leather garbed vision. And it was him!
He stared openly at his own reflection, admiring and horny. He let his hands
fall, allowed them to run down the front of his thighs, to feel the texture
of the hide. He fingered the straps of the harness, feeling the sensuous
leather restraining his chiselled torso. His hands reached for his groin, as
he cupped his own balls in the leather, traced the edges of the codpiece and
squeezed his manhood through the black pouch. "Fuckin' hell!" he exclaimed
with feeling.

"You said it." Responded Steve.

"Thanks, man, this is just incredible." Pete looked to Steve gratefully.

"That's okay. I'm so glad you like it. The reason I broke up with my last
boyfriend was because I realised how good leather looked and felt, but when
I started getting more and more gear he couldn't handle it. Told me it was
too kinky for him, and packed his bags and left."

Pete gaped. "He must have been crazy!" he smiled, his hands still roaming
over his own body.

Steve did not reply. By this time he was standing only a few feet from Pete,
and he simply looked at him, enjoying the view, enjoying his new friend's
enjoyment and awakening to the delight of leather. Without thinking, Steve's
hand reached out, his fingers making contact with Pete's left nipple, which
he squeezed gently and pulled at. Pete's head rolled back with ecstatic
pleasure at that simple touch, then he looked again, directly into Steve's
eyes. As if by some magic signal, the pair gave up all restraint and crashed
together. Arms embraced bodies, groin pressed against groin, lips locked and
tongues invaded as the two men joined. Pete's hands went to Steve's back,
running up and down, across the muscular shoulders and down to massage the
firm round cheeks of his arse. Steve gripped at Pete's arms, feeling the
powerful, pumped muscles of his biceps, the sinewy strength of his forearms.
As they felt at each other they kissed, long, hard, passionately, unable to
get enough of the other, tasting themselves, exploring with tongues and
teeth as they ground against each other.

And grind they did. Each thrust his pelvis forward, rubbing and pressing
against the matching hardness of the other. The leather squealed in protest
as they pushed and moved. Holding tight, their bodies connected from chest
to knee. They groped and squeezed, rubbed and fingered, pulled and squirmed
with urgent passion as the erotic sensuality of the leather brought out
their base masculinity and highlighted their animal lusts. The kiss broken,
mouths joined with hands in exploring the body each faced. Nibbling,
licking, biting they renewed and continued their attack on each other. Pete
discovered again Steve's pierced tits, his teeth closing over the metal
rings and pulling at them, Steve groaned with delight and his hands closed
over the bulging protuberance of Pete's cock, encased in the black hide. As
Pete thrilled to the sensation of Steve grabbing at his manhood through the
leather, he sucked and bit at the erect nubs of Steve's tits, working them
hard and hot, while his hands gripped at Steve's buns, his fingers tracing
the edges of the chaps which framed those solid dimpled orbs of flesh.

Steve moaned with pleasure, gasped with unbridled passion at the attention
from Pete's mouth. But he wanted more. Lifting Pete's head away with his
hands, he dropped his own face to the other's chest, biting and sucking at
the hard nipples there. Then he eagerly followed the lines of the harness,
licking and biting at the taut skin and pumped muscles. He breathed deeply,
the scent of leather and aroused male exciting him. He licked his way down
across the washboard stomach as Pete leaned over him from above, his hands
massaging the flesh of Steve's butt, his finger playing along the crack of
his arse and teasingly closing in on Steve's hole. Steve lowered his face
further, coming to be level with the bulging throbbing pouch of leather
which contained Pete's masculinity. He watched in awe as the leather
outlined the long hard tube, and moved with the rolling spheres of Pete's
testicles.

Steve closed his lips firmly over that solid black log at Pete's groin. He
massaged the hot throbbing cock through the leather casing with his mouth,
licking at the leather, tasting the hide and feeling the heat within. He
opened his mouth wide and let his tongue roam over the round orbs of hide
bound balls beneath the rock hard cock. He felt Pete's hands, still
exploring his butt, move slowly around, to close on his cock, squeezing and
kneading at the leather pouch and gripping at his jewels hidden within.
Steve's hands came up to the pouch at his face, and he found the snaps which
held the codpiece in place. Removing it quickly, he freed Pete's rampant rod
from its leather hiding place. As the steel hard weapon sprang free,
droplets of precum sprayed across Steve's face. He dived again. Licking at
the head of Pete's prick, scooping up the jism oozing from his slit and
tracing the length of his friend's shaft with his tongue. Pete's balls
remained within their leather cushion, and Steve licked down and around them
and then back up to the throbbing purple head of his mate's cock.

In a single movement he swallowed that long hard pole. Opening his throat he
dived upon the rod, gripping it in his gullet and drowning it with warm
moisture. Pete groaned and thrust himself forward, driving his cock deeper
into Steve's face, and Steve responded, bobbing back and forth on Pete,
slurping and sucking at the prong standing to attention from Pete's groin.
He would have stayed there for hours, but Pete pulled him off, hissing a
warning.

"Fuck, Steve, I am so unbelievably horny. I'm almost cumming just from being
in this leather, can't take too much of that."

Steve grinned. "I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"Maybe," Pete hissed, "but for right now, I need action, and I need it fast
and hard!" He looked at Steve, looked deep into his eyes, and found the
answer he needed. Steve nodded, and gestured to a drawer near one wall.

"In there." He whispered hoarsely. "And hurry, stud! I need you bad."

As Pete pulled a condom and some lube from the drawer, Steve sank back onto
the weightbench in the middle of the room, his legs on either side as he lay
along its length. Falling back onto the cushioned bench, Steve breathed in
deeply. The scent of leather rose up to greet him. The bench itself was
covered in soft black leather, the result of a moment of self-indulgence
when Steve had found the original vinyl covering cracking and split. Instead
of having it re-covered in the same, he had opted for the more expensive but
longer lasting leather. Lying back onto that hide now, Steve reflected that
it had been the best choice. With the supple leather gripping his hard
pumped body, as he lay back the leather of the bench squeaked as it rubbed
against his harness and chaps. The sound of the hide, and the smell of
leather assaulted his senses, driving him wild with desire. Looking up his
eyes beheld the muscled rippling form of Pete, leathered to the hilt and
pumped and sweaty. "Fuckin hell, man, get over here and fuck me before I cum
just from looking at you!" Steve hissed.

Pete ripped the foil of the condom packet, and grinned with delight. Inside
he found a jet black condom, which he happily rolled over his swollen
member. Applying a generous helping of lube to himself, he approached Steve,
straddling the bench as he did. Leaning forward, Pete lifted Steve's booted
legs to his shoulders, thrilling to the feel of the supple leather chaps
against his skin. He gently eased a gob of the lubricating gel into Steve's
exposed hole, panting with anticipation. The muscled, leathered hunk lay
back, spread before him, black leather against tanned skin, tight hide
across taut skin and pumped muscles. Holy fuck! thought Pete. This is just
incredible.

Steve broke his reverie. "Come on you fucken stud!" he hissed, "fuck my arse
hard!"

Pete needed no encouragement. Leaning forward, he hoisted Steve's legs up,
and positioned his throbbing black latex covered cock at the entrance to
Steve's body. Pressing forward slowly, he felt the resistance of Steve's
sphincter and braced against it, sliding into the other man as he groaned
and surrendered, his body opening to accept Pete's invasion. As the muscles
gave way, Pete's long throbbing cock entered Steve, and in one steady motion
he was inside him. Pete held back a second, allowing his friend to adjust to
the solidity of Pete's rod within his arse. Steve breathed heavily for a
minute or so, then looked up to him, urging him on again.

As Pete looked down, his passion grew. Here he was, garbed in the most
amazing black leather, even his dick sheathed in black. Below him, around
him, was the hottest, muscle stud he had known for a long while, black
leather harness restraining his rippling torso, shining dark hide encasing
his powerful legs which were wrapped around Pete's body, urging Pete to fuck
him. And Pete did. Losing any inhibitions, Pete lunged into that gorgeous
body. He thrust his aching weapon deep into the warm hole, shoving hard
until he came to a stop, his leather covered balls crashing against Steve's
arse cheeks. The force of his entry made Steve rock back and forward on the
leather covering of the bench, releasing more of the intoxicating aroma of
leather and sweat, musky masculinity that was an aphrodisiac to the two
pumped, hard studs as they gave over to the joy of pure male sex. Steve
looked up at Pete, gasped, and gripped at the invading cock with his arse.
The sensation was incredible, and Pete began instinctively to thrust against
Steve's body, drawing back and thrusting again.

The heat of Steve's chute wrapped around his pole was incredible. Pete
groaned with ecstasy at the feeling of his meat being engulfed in that wet
sloppy cavern, being gripped and clenched at by the muscles of Steve's
sphincter with each thrust and withdrawal. His motion increased in speed and
strength. Faster and faster he pounded into the other man. Deeper, harder he
pumped at his lover. As he did, Steve matched his rhythm, humping at him,
clenching him and gasping. They quickly intensified their coupling, sweating
and rutting like animals, fucking each other with abandon. Joined as they
were, they became a single entity, a heaving, grunting beast, lost in the
passion of pure male sexuality, swathed in tight black leather which gleamed
and squeaked in unison with their passion. Pete sensed he was close to the
edge of the abyss. Electric pulses of pleasure shot from his cock into the
rest of his body, urging him upward and onward. He pounded again at Steve,
taking incredible pleasure from the leather clad stud beneath him. His body
tingled as he speared his fleshy dagger into Steve's hot moist hole, burying
himself to the hilt in that amazing receptacle of another man.

As he thrust and jabbed, Steve urged him on, whispering obscenities and
encouragement, begging him to fuck him harder. Pete suddenly felt the onrush
of climax and tried to call out a warning to Steve. His friend understood,
but clenched harder at him, Steve's hands grabbing at the straps of Pete's
harness. "Fuck me, stud, do it now, you fucken hunk!" Steve hissed at him,
and Pete felt the waves of pleasure tower over his mind, then crash down
upon him. His nuts heaved and contracted, and his cock swelled to gigantic
proportions as a geyser of spunk erupted from him. He shuddered and twitched
as he filled the sheath of latex with his essence, pumped his very being
into the body of his lover. He shot again and again, felt like gallons of
jizz were flowing from him into Steve's clenching gripping hole.

As he felt the slow ebb of orgasm, Pete regained his composure enough to
look down at Steve, surprised to find that Steve had also hit the peak, a
pool of white manjuice resting on his perfectly defined stomach. The two
breathed deeply, their eyes locking in the last seconds of receding climax.
Steve clenched once again with his arse at Pete's throbbing spent sword,
sending yet another tremor of delight through his lover. Pete, still buried
deep within his man, reached for the lake of cum on his partner, scooping a
generous helping into his hand, then licking it up, tasting the salty
essence of Steve. Still coupled, they leaned together, lips meeting, tongues
joining as they shared the fruit of Steve's ejaculation. Kissing long and
deep.

Finally sated, Pete slowly withdrew, checking and discarding the condom. He
stood shakily, and helped Steve to stand beside him. Their arms went around
each other as they kissed and hugged again, the leather rubbing against
skin, and smeared with cum.

"Thank you so much!" Pete said emotionally to Steve.

"My pleasure," replied Steve with a smile, "and I mean, my PLEASURE!"

They stood there, arms around each other, sweaty pumped bodies pressing
together, for ages, not wanting to part. Without words they each sensed that
they had found their soulmate, and that Pete's curiosity had led them to
discover each other and an amazing new world beckoned them, a world filled
with muscular sweaty bodies and masculine leathered sex. `Working out' would
never be the same again, and both began to wonder just how good life could
get.

To be continued...

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