Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 13:14:01 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Opposites Attract - Ch 1

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Opposites Attract -- Chapter 1


Jeff Shaw reclined in his chair, swivelled around and stared at a huge
billboard across the street, from which his own smiling face stared back at
him. "He's on YOUR side!" declared the banner below his chin. He groaned
inwardly. He had made a living out of exposing rip-off merchants and
con-men, to the extent that he had been given his own weekly television
show, and had developed a huge following across the state. He was the little
guy's friend, the one who took on the wrongs and made them right. Everybody
knew him.

He was exhausted. With his staff, they had been working on a number of major
investigations for months, and had just finished wrapping up the stories and
recording the final show for the season. Four weeks of non-ratings meant
that he actually had some time on his hands, but where do you go when
everyone in the street recognises you instantly, and thinks they're your
best friend?

The door of his office opened, and he swung back around to the smiling face
of his secretary.

"Well, boss, that's it!" she said enthusiastically. "I'll bet you're glad to
see the end of this place for a while."

He smiled a wan, half hearted grin at her. "Yeah, Suzie, guess I am."

She looked at him with a motherly concern. "Why don't you take the time to
relax. You look like you're in serious need of R&R to me." And far too good
looking to be alone, she added to herself. She had tried to match him up
with a few eligible young ladies, but so far no luck. She was quite sure he
needed someone special in his life to give him a focus away from the cameras
and stories of his working day.

"Maybe I'll just lock myself inside the house and vegetate," he mused half
to himself.

"Don't you dare!" she said quickly. "You need to get out and circulate. See
some shows, party on."

"Fat chance!" he said, almost spitting out the words. But they both knew
what he meant. One of the major disadvantages of being so well known was
that everywhere he went he was watched, his movements reported on. If he did
the least thing which wasn't considered proper, the gossip columns would be
full of the story for weeks. Suzie felt for him, but she had no idea just
how difficult that had made his life. What she did not know, and neither did
anyone else at the station, was that he preferred the company of other men.
Now that would really make a story for the papers.

"Well," she said, resignation in her voice, "whatever you do, I want you to
kick up your heels, and have yourself some serious fun."

This time his smile was warmer, as he thought she had read his mind. "I
might just do that," he said firmly. He sank back into his chair again, the
supple leather of the seat comforting as the scent of hide wafted up. That
familiar smell caused a twitch in Jeff's groin, and a smile flickered across
his face. "That's what I need ..." he thought to himself, sitting up to hide
his growing erection.

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

That same day, across town, Michael Simpson was sweating away on a building
site where he worked as a labourer, trying to keep his head down and avoid
the attention of his supervisor and the other men on the site. At 5'7" he
was shorter than most people he knew, and that seemed to make his co-workers
think they could treat him as some kind of lesser being. He had grown up
poor, dropped out of school early, and because of his lack of education
often felt intimidated by others. To make things even more difficult, he was
gay. He'd realised it when he was still quite young, but also learnt quickly
that in his neighbourhood, if you were attracted to men, you kept your
feelings to yourself and acted like `one of the boys' if you didn't want to
be beaten up.

So Michael kept to himself, and tried not to have much to do with the other
workmen. He collected his meagre pay each week, and lived alone in a small
but clean flat. He saved what he could, telling himself that one day he
would be able to afford to get away from here, to go and live somewhere
where he could be himself, but the money he put away grew very slowly.

This particular Friday afternoon, he had been having an especially difficult
time. One of the supervisors whom he loathed had insisted on giving him the
hardest jobs, and belittling him whenever he spoke, so that Michael was
feeling crushed and exhausted by the time he finished his shift. Gratefully
heading home after the final whistle, he had let himself into the tiny
apartment and quickly stripped off his clothing, stepped under the shower
and washed away the grime, and with it the hurt and desperation of his
working life.

As he stepped from the shower he took a deep breath, and towelled himself
dry before lying naked on the bed and letting his imagination take him to
far away places and a better life. Lying there, his hands slowly, almost
unconsciously, travelled over his body. He may have been short, but his hard
physical work resulted in a muscular, fit body of which he was justifiably
proud. His fingers traced the firm mounds of his pecs, and slid across the
ridges of his abdomen before worming into the nest of pubic hair surrounding
his hardening cock. He thought about jerking off, but knew in advance that
the result would be a deflated loneliness afterwards, so he fought the
temptation and restrained himself.

Darkness began to fall, and as it did, Michael's need increased. It was
Friday night, and he was 28 years old. So what if he had little money to
spare? He had urges that needed satisfying, and he was tired of being alone.
Michael knew exactly what he wanted, needed. He may scrimp on most things,
but one section of his wardrobe consisted of the very best, and it fit him
perfectly. Pulling open that special door, he shivered with anticipation as
the shining black contents were revealed. The unmistakable scent of leather
drifted from the closet and enveloped him in it's comforting, exciting
aroma.

Smiling with anticipation, Michael slowly lifted the precious leathers out
and lay them on his bed. He smoothed the gleaming chaps flat and spread the
harness open, feeling the excitement build within himself. Carefully, almost
reverently, he began to dress. For Michael, the process of gearing up in his
leather wear was like a ritual, a ceremony in which he banished the shy,
apologetic Michael of his everyday world, and replaced him with the
confident, powerful Michael who stood tall and radiated raw masculine
sexuality.

He slipped a chrome cockring over his testicles and pulled his lengthening
cock through the metal, feeling the encircling silver grip at the root of
his throbbing manhood. A leather jockstrap followed, the supple pouch of
black hide enveloping his heavy nuts as he pushed his long prick through a
hole in the material before snapping a soft black leather codpiece in place
over his prong. For a second he allowed himself the indulgence of cupping
his hands around his own masculinity, feeling the shape of his genitalia
through the cool hide, and trembled to the touch. His boots were next, black
leather and polished to a mirror finish, with bright steel rings over the
ankles that were held in place by leather straps and in turn connected to
silver chains that ran under the sole and back again. Michael slid each foot
into place, revelling in the sensation of strength as the footwear gripped
at him, bestowing height and power as he stood again to reach for the next
item of apparel.

Michael carefully buckled the waist band of his chaps around himself and
leaned forward to catch each end of the metal zipper at his ankle, then
slowly lifted the fastener up his inner leg. As he did, he smoothed the
gleaming black leather against his skin, and felt its sensuous texture mould
around his muscles, tightening and gripping at him, until his legs were
pillars of shining black hide, accentuating every movement of the flesh and
sinew trapped within. His fingers traced the lines of the chaps, and
connected with the bare flesh of his thighs, following the frame of the
chaps around the firm orbs of his arse cheeks as he smiled approvingly at
the growing picture of masculinity presenting itself in his mirror.

He then lowered a leather harness over his head, the shoulder straps sitting
comfortably against his skin, as he buckled wide black bands of hide around
his ribs, the leather pushing up beneath his pecs before connecting at a
silver ring in the centre of his chest. From that ring another band of black
fell straight down to a second metal ring, from which two more leather
straps encircled his stomach, and sat tight against his chiselled six-pack
abdomen. A pair of black leather gauntlets, set with small, shining metal
studs, were snapped into place around his lower arms, and wide bands of
shining black leather were buckled over his biceps, bringing the muscles of
his upper arms into sharp relief. He placed a pair of mirrored sunglasses
onto his face, and pulled a black leather peaked cap, with a shining black
visor, over his head, the visor low over his eyes.

The other Michael; the strong, sensually masculine Michael, was here again.
He turned and surveyed himself in the mirror on his bedroom wall, and nodded
approval. The leather god who stared back at him emanated power, made no
excuses, and embodied pure animalistic sexuality. The complete male whose
sole purpose was lusty passion. Michael ached with excitement and
anticipation as he let his eyes roam over the reflection, and felt and saw
himself harden, ready for the pleasures of the night.

With a sense of urgency now, Michael threw a black leather bike jacket on,
zipping it up over his upper body. In deference to his neighbours, he pulled
a pair of baggy denim jeans over his chaps, and dropped his cap and
sunglasses into a carrier bag, donning his motorcycle helmet instead, before
letting himself quietly out of his flat, jumping onto his bike and riding
into the night. Half an hour later, he found a parking space close by his
destination -- Headquarters -- the leathermen's club that catered for men like
him, and provided numerous areas for sexual encounters on the premises. He
quickly signed in and took a locker, shucking off the denim jeans and
helmet, and replacing his leather cap and mirrored sunglasses before
stepping into the main lounge area to order a drink and check out the other
patrons.

He surveyed the room slowly, with the easy confidence of a man who knew he
looked damned hot, and drank in the sight of quite a few other men dressed
in alluring black leather. The air was thick with the scent of tanned hide,
and the polished black skin reflected pinpricks of light all around the bar
area. Michael breathed deeply and felt himself stir, his thick prong
hardening within its pouch of supple leather. He knew his arousal would be
visible to other patrons, and that only served to excite him the more,
knowing that other men were staring at the lengthening tube of shining black
at his crotch.

His eyes travelled around, and a smile crossed his face at the reactions he
saw, at the gazes fixed on himself. One in particular caught his attention.
A tall man, with wide shoulders and large chest, a flat stomach and firm
round butt cheeks, watched him intently.

This man was fit, well developed with a body that came from working out in a
gymnasium, rather than the grind of manual labour. His head was encased in a
black leather hood that came down over his eyes, which stared out from holes
in the blackness like headlights. The hood fitted snugly over his nose, cut
off so that his nostrils and upper lip were bare, and curved back to fall
below his ears and around the back of his neck, completely covering any hair
on his head as well as hiding his ears. He wore a wide collar of leather
with a D-ring in the centre around his neck, and a harness which consisted
of shoulder and rib straps connecting to two silver rings that circled each
of his nipples, joined by a metal chain. From the rings, more leather bands
connected downward in a `V' shape to a third ring over his navel, from which
shining black leather ran around his waist, and a single black strap
dropped straight down, under the waistband of his chaps, and disappeared
beneath the black leather posing thong he wore.

That thong was a bulging black V in a frame of white skin, itself framed in
gleaming black by the cut of his chaps. The soft leather of the pouch was
moulded to the flesh beneath so tightly that Michael could easily make out
the round spheres of the man's testicles, and above them the long tube of
his manhood, as if he were completely naked, and his genitalia made of
leather. The pumped muscles of his legs  were so tightly enveloped by the
glistening black leather of his chaps that when he moved every ripple was
accentuated in shining blackness, and when he turned to one side, he proudly
displayed buns like ripe melons; round and full, but solid and dimpled as he
flexed. Michael unashamedly ogled this vision, his appreciation obvious at
his groin, and the object of his attention appeared to return the
compliment, barely letting his eyes leave Michael's body.

As Michael drank his beer and let his eyes roam over the body of this man,
they connected across the distance, neither looking away. Time seemed to
stop, and the rest of the men around them were forgotten. Casually but
confidently, Michael finished his drink and sauntered toward the other man.
There was no doubt of his intention, and no uncertainty in his mind that he
and this leather god would enjoy each other's company. As he stepped up to
be only inches from the other, Michael nodded slightly. The man was probably
two or three inches taller than Michael, but with the way he leaned on the
bar, and with Michael's cap adding height while his hood seemed to make him
shorter, the difference was hardly noticeable, and immaterial to either of
them anyhow.

"G'day," he responded to Michael's nod. Calm, self assured, he too was
confident in himself, not grovelling or desperate like so many were, and
Michael approved.

Without another comment, Michael purposefully reached out and placed his
hand on the man's chest, running his finger along the leather strap of the
harness before reaching and then lightly but firmly pinching his nipple. In
response, the other man, very matter-of-factly, let his hand fall to
Michael's groin, his finger running up and back along the length of
Michael's thick leather encased cock, then easily closed his palm over
Michael's dick and balls, massaging them through the pouch and squeezing
gently.

"Follow me," Michael said in a low, sensuous voice, walking from the bar
area toward the dark inner recesses of the club, and his order was calmly
obeyed. Headquarters had numerous rooms and cubicles, mazes and cruising
areas available, but Michael knew exactly where he wanted to go with this
man. He headed straight to a section where several areas were partitioned
off into rooms, with low vinyl covered benches the sole item of furniture,
condoms and lube supplied by the management and within easy reach. Each of
the `rooms' however consisted of walls made up of mesh fencing so that other
patrons could see what was happening in the dim light, without interfering
or being in the same 'room'.

As they stepped into the area, the two men stopped, and stood, facing each
other directly. Each of them again took a long hard look at the other,
appreciating the view and feeling their arousal increase. Almost casually,
Michael's hand returned to the man's nipples, pulling on the hard brown nub
of erect tissue, and this time eliciting a low moan of pleasure from its
owner. The man responded by running both palms down Michael's sides and over
his butt before again groping at the bulging leather package of masculinity
between Michael's legs. The two let their hands follow the lead set earlier
by their eyes, exploring each other's bodies with feathery touches and
squeezing grips, fingers and palms feeling the cool texture of leather and
the heated sheen of naked flesh. Fingers squeezed at nipples, or traced the
lines of harness straps and the edges of chaps, hands clasped arse cheeks
and closed over throbbing bulges of black leather or slid along tingling
skin as each furthered his exploration of the other's desirable body.

Michael trembled to the touch of this man, standing so close to him. He
looked deeply into the eyes which looked out from the dark leather head
covering, trying to read them. There was a real sensuality in the other's
fingers, in the way he touched and played with Michael, that Michael had
never felt before. Fleetingly, he wondered at the hidden identity, but that
was part of the allure. It was why he himself wore the low visored cap and
the mirrored glasses, it added to the mystery and eroticism of the
encounter. They were aware that a number of other men stood nearby, outside
their `room', watching them, admiring the two leather gods as they caressed
one another, and the public display also added to the excitement.

Slowly, Michael's hands had worked their way up the man's back, and across
his shoulders. Now, they were at his neck, and Michael held the leather
hooded head. He felt the soft supple leather of the black mask beneath his
palms, felt the texture of the tanned hide, and the strength of the man
within it. Facing his partner squarely, he pulled the other mouth firmly
towards his own, and their lips met, brushed against each other and for a
second Michael thought the taller man was going to resist the kiss. But a
shock of electricity sparked between them, and suddenly they were one. Lips
mashed against teeth, tongues forced their way over gums, and the two ground
their faces together, tasting of each other and licking hungrily. As they
did, `Hood' (as Michael had come to think of this man) threw his arms around
Michael's body and pulled him tightly against himself. Hood's hot leathered
body pressed into Michael's, and Michael pushed back, his arms around Hood's
back, gripping at his arse cheeks. The leather they wore screeched as they
rubbed against each other, desperately trying to make contact with each
other using every piece of bare flesh and polished leather that they could.

Without warning, Hood broke their kiss and Michael looked to him with
surprise. But instead of pulling away, he lowered his face and began to lick
at Michael's neck. Michael threw his head back and enjoyed the sensation as
Hood's tongue slowly travelled down his skin, licking across his chest and
finding his nipples, which were sucked and bitten gently. Michael let out a
long low groan of pleasure, and Hood continued the oral caress, mouthing and
licking gently down over Michael's abdomen, running his tongue along the
edges of Michael's harness as his hands played over Michael's buns, gripping
and squeezing at the firm mounds of flesh. Michael's hands fell to the
smooth black leather of the hood, running his palms over the textured hide
and caressing the encased head as it ministered to his desires. When Hood's
mouth reached the polished tube of blackness at Michael's groin, Michael
gasped with delight. He trembled as the talented mouth gnawed at his meat
through the leather pouch, and groaned as his nuts were licked and massaged
within their black envelope. He revelled in the attention for many minutes,
as the other man attacked his hide bound groin with a fervour.

As the intensity with which Hood licked and slurped at him increased,
Michael looked down in the dim light to see the black hood bobbing against
his black pelvis. His desire grew, and he reached down, slowly unsnapping
the fasteners that held the codpiece in place over his throbbing cock. As
the supple leather covering came away, his thick prong sprang out, rampant
and hard as steel, droplets of pre-cum spraying from the inflamed head. Hood
took a moment to stare at the purple glans, his hands keeping up their
caressing massage on Michael's balls, and then he licked at the slimy clear
ooze in Michael's piss slit, tasting it and murmuring his approval. His
talented tongue weaved its spell over the head of Michael's cock, feathery
flickers of moist touch tracing the super sensitive lip and working their
way along the throbbing veiny shaft. Michael groaned with delight, his head
back and his hands falling to hold and press the leathered head of the other
man. That same hooded visage suddenly opened its mouth and dived onto
Michael's rock hard prick, and he gasped as his weapon sank into the hot
wetness of Hood's throat, and felt the fantastic sensation of tongue, teeth
and lips all working in concert to adore his prong, and to envelope his
manhood in pure pleasure.

As the other man continued his attentions at Michael's groin, Michael began
to slowly hump forward and pull back, letting his long hard cock slide in
and out of his partner's gullet. His hands remained fixed to the soft
leather of the man's hood as Michael slowly face fucked the willing head.
Opening his eyes and looking around, he saw that the number of men standing
around them, outside the mesh, watching what he and Hood did, was
increasing, and he grinned to himself, finding the audience a turn-on. His
nerves tingled and his blood raced as he continued to thrust into the
clenching throat, feeling the man's teeth scrape along his shaft, enjoying
the nibbles and tongue massage as his tempo increased. The moist cavity of
Hood's mouth wrapped around Michael's rod and he moaned with delight as he
fought the rising urgency of passion.

The man kneeling at his groin must have sensed that Michael was close, for
he suddenly pulled away, and stood again, his hands closing over Michael's
arse, and his mouth returning to join with Michael's as they kissed
passionately. They held each other firmly, pressing bodies together and
enjoying the sensuality of leather against skin. Hood broke the kiss, and
leaned in even closer, his mouth hard against Michael's ear.

"Fuck me!" he whispered in a husky voice.

"Damn right!" Michael hissed back. "Are you okay with the audience, or do
you want to go somewhere else?"

"Let `em watch and wish," came the soft but enthusiastic reply.

Eagerly, the two men embraced again, their muscled and leather bound frames
intertwining. As they stood only inches apart, the hooded leather god took a
condom from the store provided, tore open the packet, and slowly rolled it
over Michael's waiting sword of flesh. As he did, Michael squeezed a
generous helping of lube onto his fingers and reached behind his man, easing
the cool gel into the other's arse, using first one and then two fingers to
coat the hooded man's sphincter with the lube, and open the passageway. Hood
moaned happily as Michael probed his anus, backing on and off the fingers
inserted into him. Michael kept up the probing as the other man smeared a
large gob of lube onto the waiting latex encased prong at Michael's groin,
and coated the throbbing pole with the oozing liquid. Then he kissed Michael
again before turning his back to the leathered and readied body, leaning
forward from the waist and gripping the wire fencing with both hands.

Michael granted himself the indulgence of staring at the waiting body before
him. The wide shoulders and strong back, crossed with the black bands of the
leather harness, were his for the taking. The firm buns, edged in dark
gleaming chaps, spread to reveal the puckering target of Hood's ring of
muscle, glistening with lubricant and inviting Michael to bury himself
within. He edged forward, allowing the full length of his prick to rest
along the crevice between those cheeks as he bent over the other man, his
hands finding and pulling at the erect nubs of his aroused nipples, then
sliding along the ridges of abdomen muscles to squeeze at the hard and
throbbing mound of leathered cock and rolling nuts below. As he embraced the
beautiful body, Michael slowly slid his prick up and down, until he felt the
head of his cock make contact with the soft target of Hood's anus. Nudging
forward gently, he pressed his tip into the soft tissue, and felt the
resistance diminish as the other pushed back, opening himself and relaxing.
Trembling with anticipation Michael continued slowly, as the soft hole
opened for him and swallowed the mushroom head of his prong, closing around
the lip of his glans and clenching at his rock hard shaft.

Allowing a minute for them both to adjust to the initial penetration,
something Michael enjoyed incredibly, he then began to inch forwards,
sinking his fleshy pole gradually into the welcoming heat of the other body.
The gripping ring of the other man's sphincter clenched and grabbed at his
inflamed shaft, and the warmth of the wet cavern crept up around him,
enveloping his rod in a wonderful, soft embrace. Michael leaned into his
man, and over the leathered body, his arms going under the torso and his
hands holding tightly to the leather shoulder straps as he embraced the
supple form and sank his prong deep within the man's bowels. His penetration
complete, he felt his hide encased nuts pressed against the firm skin of the
other's butt, and still holding tightly, he began to grind his pelvis in and
back, and from side to side, probing the glorious innards with his long
prick.

Hood groaned softly, and clenched his arse tightly around Michael's cock.
"Oh, yeah ..." he hissed, "Fuck me, stud."

>From the group which had gathered to watch, the comment echoed back. "Fuck
him!" "Yeah, do it to him," came the whispers, and Michael grinned with
lusty joy as he thrilled to the sense of power and strength which radiated
from every part of his body and concentrated in his groin.

The gentle probing and deep rotations that he had started with soon became
full thrusts as he sank himself into the other man, pulled back and pounded
in again. His hands slid down the hot body until he was gripping at the
man's hips and using the leverage to pump his meat harder and faster, deeper
and more urgently into the compliant arse. Michael humped at the bent form
of Hood, ramming his long fleshy dagger into the hot wet scabbard, and felt
his partner hunch and clamp at him, humping back and begging for more in an
urgent hissed whisper. He felt the rising tide of passion swamp his body as
he fought the growing urge to explode and thumped himself into the man in
front of him. His breath came in shallow bursts as the sound of gasping rut
filled the air, both himself and the other man sighing and moaning in
ecstasy, and they were joined by the whispers of encouragement from their
audience, the squelching sound of his cock as it thudded into Hood's rectum,
and the squealing of leather against leather as Michael's knees pressed into
the back of the other man's legs.

Pounding at Hood now, Michael surrendered to the animal lust of rutting
males, and slammed himself in and out of his mate. Their fuck became a
ferocious, sweating union of rough and urgent masculine sex as they rammed
and gripped at each other, driving themselves to the point of ultimate
ecstatic pleasure. With every nerve in his body screaming for release, and
his balls contracting into his pelvis, Michael reached the precipice of
orgasm. He let out a strangled breath, and wrenched his rampant tool from
the other man's arse, then tore the latex sheath away from his flesh. He was
on the very brink, and as his hand closed around his aching steely pole, his
climax struck. Long streamers of milky cum leapt from the head of his cock,
snaking out to land in creamy rivers on the hunched back of the other man.
Almost subconsciously, his free hand reached around and found the rock
solid, leather encased log of Hood's cock. His fingers slid inside the black
hide of the thong and gripped the imprisoned manhood, and as the second
spurt of ejaculation hit him, he felt Hood twitch, the body of his partner
spasmed with ecstasy, and then his hand was covered in white hot essence as
Hood's cock exploded in his grasp.

Both men gasped and shook as their simultaneous orgasms erupted. Their
bodies jerked with the force of ejaculation as they leaned into each other
and shuddered, twitching and moaning until their climax was spent and the
passion began to ebb away. Many of the watchers had also masturbated,
remnants of their cum evident on the fencing and on the floor, and as the
heat of the moment passed Michael reached for his friend, turning him so
they faced each other. The audience began to dissipate, and the hooded face
before him smiled. Michael smiled back, and they kissed again, long and
deep, but this time less urgently, enjoying the experience they had just
shared.

"Thank you," Michael whispered into the leather where he guessed the man's
ear to be.

"Thank You!" the hooded face replied, smiling again.

Michael detested the usual way such encounters finished, hated to just walk
away as if the intimate coupling they had just known meant nothing. He took
a breath, then spoke again. "Would you like to share a coffee and recover?"
he asked tentatively, dreading rejection.

Hood replied with a hint of surprise in his voice. "I'd love to! I hate just
disappearing, especially after something as good as that," he said
enthusiastically.

Michael led the way as they collected their coffees and then found a vacant
cubicle, with solid walls this time, where they could relax and recover
together. It consisted of no more than a vinyl covered bench and a small
shelf, but Michael sat on the cushioned platform and put his cup down,
patting the material in an invitation to the other man to join him. His
hooded friend did more than that, placing his own mug on the shelf, and
lying along the bench, with his head on Michael's lap. Still sticky with the
remnants of their cum, the two men smiled at each other again.

"You know, you look fantastic," Michael said with feeling.

"Trying to get me interested with flattery, are you?" his companion grinned.

"I think we've already done that!"

"Oh, yeah. Well, in case you're wondering, it'll work!" The mouth below the
hood smiled mischievously. "You can have me again, any time you want, stud."

Michael became serious for a moment. "If you mean that, I would!" he said.
"I'd like to see you again ..." he left the words hanging in the air, his
heart beating. He never did this. He was still too closeted to take the step
of actually contacting someone other than by casual and anonymous sex, but
there was something special about this guy.

The other man said nothing for a long time. He seemed to be looking for the
right words. When he did speak, Michael's heart began to sink.

"I, uh, guess I would like that," said Hood, uncertainly. He went on
haltingly, "If you give me your number, uh, then I'll, um, try to call, er,
later ..."

"My number?" Michael asked with alarm. It hadn't occurred to him that the
other man would want to call him, and he'd never given his home number to
anyone he'd met at the bars. And the guy had seemed so off handed about it.
"Listen," he said slowly, "if you're not really interested, then that's
fine. I don't, ahh, give out my phone number usually, but I thought we had
something better than the `usual' going before, that's all."

Now it was his friend's turn to become alarmed. "Oh, no, please don't get me
wrong. I really would like to see you again. That was just incredible, but
even better, no-one has ever bothered to ask me to talk afterwards before.
It's just that I have never, you know, contacted anyone afterwards." He
managed to sound both lost and needing as he finished quietly.

Michael took a deep breath, and with his heart beating fast, opened up.
"Listen, this is new to me too. I've never given anyone my number because
I'm not `out'. None of my friends, none of the people I work with, know I'm
gay, so I'm just extra careful, I guess. I'm sorry, but that's just how I
am."

He was surprised at the reaction. The man whose head rested on his lap began
to laugh. Michael looked puzzled, and his friend regained some control. "I
know exactly what you mean. I'm the same -- very careful, and no-one knows.
Maybe too careful, if it means I can't see someone special like you again,"
he said, almost to himself.

Michael smiled again. "Birds of a feather!" he said. Removing his cap and
glasses carefully, as if stripping away the mask he hid behind, he looked
into the eyes still within the leather hood. "My name's Michael," he said,
and felt as though he were baring his soul.

The man in the hood saw how hard it was for Michael to do what he had done,
and empathised with him. Sitting up to face his new friend squarely, he held
out his hand nervously. "I'm Jeff," he said, and as he did, he slowly,
reluctantly, lifted the hood from his face.

Michael smiled at him. "Hi, Jeff," he said, and then his eyes widened in
recognition. The face was unforgettable. After all, he had seen it on
television every week for months, had admired the handsome features while he
applauded the work that Jeff did. "Jeff Sh ...!"

"You won't say anything will you?" Jeff asked, suddenly fearful, seeing the
realisation in Michael's eyes.

"Of course not!" Michael assured him seriously.

Suddenly, Michael leaned forward and kissed Jeff again, deeply and
longingly. They smiled at each other, sharing their secrets. "Michael," said
Jeff, a serious tone to his voice, "promise me something?"

"Sure, handsome, name it," Michael replied.

"Don't think of me as the TV person. Think of me as the leather man you made
love with tonight, and hopefully will make love with again, okay?"

"I already do." And he meant it.

[To be continued...]


This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!