Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2018 14:21:44 +0200
From: bass dropper <getbanged11@gmail.com>
Subject: Assless pants on Leather Night

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Brett started to feel a lot better and more confident about the way he was
dressed as he walked down Wardour Street toward Soho. Tonight was leather
night and the street was littered with men dressed in scantily clad leather
outfits. Brett was apprehensive when he first saw the assless leather pants
his husband Shaheen had ordered online for him, to wear on Leather
Night. Initially he flat out refused to wear them, insisting that Shaheen
return them for something else. However, Shaheen demanded that he wear the
pants and Brett could never disobey him. At this point in their
relationship, Brett understood that the privilege of having Shaheen's giant
cock inside him every night came at a price.

All the Italian man had on was his skin tight assless pants and a pair of
leather boots. His well-defined torso was cleanly shaven, in fact Shaheen
had taken it in upon himself to shave Brett's ass after he had shaved his
chest. Shaheen had also shaved his own chest, he wore a pair of hot shots
with a zipper in the front and leather boots. Both Shaheen and Brett had
short buzz cuts which they kept from their days in the military, they also
decided to leave their jet black well-groomed beards, deciding that it was
a nice contrast from their smoothly shaved muscular chests. Brett kept
getting hard each time he looked at his husband. When he first laid eyes on
Shaheen, Brett fell in love with his striking Middle Eastern swarthy
appearance. His massive bulge and thick thighs were barely contained in the
tight hotshots. His husband's strict instructions were to pull out his cock
on the way to Soho and blow him, Brett had to keep edging him until they
arrived at Soho. Once they have parked, Brett quickly moved around the car
to bend over the backseat on the driver's side as per instructions. His
husband wasted no time in moving behind him and with one quick thrust,
shoved inside him and erupted a massive load.

As Brett walked down Wardour Street, feeling tiny droplets of Shaheen's
load dripping out, he realised his outfit was not half as slutty as some of
the clothing (or lack of) that most of the men had chosen to wear. He
spotted a slender older gentleman with just a tiny leather cup covering his
dick, attached to a string that ran up to a thin collar around his neck,
another string attached to the opposite side of the cup and ran between his
butt cheeks up to the collar. Another burly black man had just a giant
leather bow covering his cock with a strap that attached just above his
ass. When Brett looked closely, the tip of his hefty cock was still visible
just below the bow. Most men seemed to follow the trend of open vests with
a tight brief, more than a few big bulges clearly on display.

Soho was packed, leather night was clearly a big draw card for the majority
of these men. Brett and Shaheen mostly refrained from such social outings,
but Brett had noticed that Shaheen was especially excited to attend since
he had first heard about leather night. After milling through the crowds,
Brett finally spotted their social pack at the bar. The two couples at the
bar consisted of Phillip and Ross, and the bears Dave and Richard. Phillip
was the one who had first told Shaheen about leather night. Phillip and his
partner Ross were complete opposites of each other, Phillip was a heavy
blonde man with a thick barrel chest. Ross, on the other hand was a skinny
ginger twink. Every time Brett met Ross, he could not help but wonder how
that tiny ass could handle Phillips massive cock.

The bears were both wearing tight briefs while Ross had leather pants
on. Phillip had a very peculiar outfit, from a distance, it looked like a
short leather skirt. However, as the group made their way toward Shaheen
and Brett, Shaheen watched his partner almost drool at the burly man. What
looked like a leather skirt was rather a thick leather strap that ran
around Phillips waist, attached to that leather strap were multiple thinner
straps that stopped around mid-thigh. When Phillip was stationary; it
looked like a skirt, but as he moved toward them, his floppy thick cock
would pop out between the straps with each step.

The group embraced Shaheen and Brett with warm hugs. Phillip was the last
to hug Brett, and as he usually does with Brett and Richard, he gripped
Brett by his ass cheeks to hug him. As Brett pulled away from the hug, he
watched the look of complete surprise on Phillip's face as he felt the bare
flesh of those ass cheeks in his hands. He swiftly turned Brett around,
gripped his shoulder and bent him over. Brett felt Phillip's thick stubby
finger run across his hole before Phillip let him go. The group watched as
Phillip brought his finger, dripping with cum, up to his mouth and slurped
it up.  "Nothing tastes better than fresh cum."

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