Leather Lust. Part 3
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My sexual world had been turned upside down. Even when I masturbated to the memory of those leather clad encounters, I wanted to feel leather against me and on me, again. I wanted to feel those straps digging into me tightly, I wanted to smell it's scent. I didn't seem to want sex without it.
I found myself driving to a seedy part of town, known for it's catering to and acceptance of all things kinky. A leather section in one of the many stores had my heart racing immediately. I was drawn to it, I could not help but touch them. I became so aroused and I was afraid that it was embarrashingly obvious. I caught the attention of another guy in the store, I felt his eyes on me. His gaze made my cock twitch in my pants. As I held and felt pair of leather thong underwear, our eyes met, if only for a brief moment, but it was so erotic. It sent a tingle through my whole body.
A leather cock ring, yes. Leather cuffs, and jock strap, definitely. I could still sense I was being watched as I moved about the store, somehow it made it all even sexier. As if I was sharing the experience and my leather lusts with him. The sights and scents of the store, my kinky desires felt so heightened. My urges began to feel almost overwhelming. My cock begged for attention. My hole craved to be filled. I left the store, thrilled with my new toys and purchases. Eager to get home and become lost in the pleasure of them.
I heard the door open again right after me. I turned to see that same, sensual guy. My pulse raced. This was not by accident, I was sure. I felt light headed and so very turned on. I became even more aroused as we walked, him so close behind. I turned a corner, wondering if he would follow. When he did, my urges and lust had me turn down the alley behind the stores. It was dirty and it smelt of urine, just perfect for a kinky encounter! I stopped and turned to face him, there was little doubt why we were there. He pressed up against me and our mouths instinctively met and opened. My erection raged in my pants, feeling his through his pants, too. Pressed against one another, we tongue fucked each other's mouths and filled our hands with one another's asses. Gripping, squeezing, grinding on each other. Still passionately kissing, we unzipped each other right there in the alley. I sighed when I felt him. I moaned when he squeezed my balls. We kissed and stroked each other, our cock's becoming slick and coated with precum.
I knew we could get caught at any moment, but I was past the point of caring! I wanted, I needed cum. My hole ached for dick and needed to be filled! My lips on his sensual mouth, I whispered, "Fuck me." In silence, legs trembling, I turned around and pulled down my pants. He sank his fingers into my waist and in an instant, his precum lubed erection was inside me. I gasped and pushed my ass back on him. I couldn't breathe! Hot, hard cock filled me as I stood and it took my breath away! Gripping my waist, squeezing it, we pressed against each other, his cock felt so deep in my ass. I felt his hot breath on my neck, Finally, catching my own breath, I whispered again, "Fuck me."
The dark, dank alley was filled with soft moans, heavy breathing and the erotic sounds of him slamming his cock into me. "Yes, yes," I whispered, desperate to urge him on, yet quiet so as to not be discovered. "Cum inside me." "Yes, yes, cum inside me." I could hear his breathing quicken, his grip tighten. We both moaned and my legs wobbled when I felt him pump his load into me. I heard him grunt softly. So sexy! Quickly, I took my cock into my hand and jerked off my own exquisite, amazing orgasm. It made my hole bear down on him and milk his cock as I covered the dirty ground with my own hot, white cum.
He was breathing in my ear. He kissed my neck. Embarrashed by my lust, I pulled up my pants and picked up my bag. I never even got his name.
The drive home, I could feel his cum running out of me. I reached into the bag and took out the leather goods, held them to my face and breathed in their arouma. I was getting hard again already! My mind raced at the thought of wearing them, feeling the tight leather on me. I imagined how good it would feel to have my cock encased in that leather jock strap pouch as I got fucked from behind. To feel thin leather strips bind and confine me. He could wear them, too. I could lick his cum off of them.
Once home, I raced inside to relive what had just happened. It wasn't like me to do anything like that. What had come over me? Those first two encounters had changed me. Now, this third time, in an alley? With another stranger? My lusts and urges seemed overwhelming, maybe even insatiable. I stripped out of my clothes and slipped into the tight, leather thong. I put on the leather wrist bands, I zipped up my new, tight leather vest. My hole felt so empty now, I could not wait to fill it. I took out a dildo and pulled the strip of leather along my ass crack to the side. I pushed it into my still cum drenched opening. I moaned and remembered cock. The scent of cum, the scent of leather, I was hard again and it strained against the leather pouch. I layed back and rubbed my nipples through the leather, like that wonderful lover had done to me before. I felt the full feeling of the fake cock inside me. I rubbed my own cock through the leather underwear and felt another orgasm build. When I came, I was careful to cum inside them. I slipped them off and licked it off the salty leather, wishing it was another man's.
The next day, I wore a pair under my suit to work. I quickly knew it was a mistake, though. I could not concentrate! I felt so horny feeling them encase my cock and balls, feeling the thin strip rub on my asshole. At lunch, I had rush into a bathroom stall to jerk off. I found myself wishing someone would discover me there, wishing someone would take advantage of me. Make me suck their cock or bend me over and use my hole. I formed a plan for that night in my sex crazed head. The only question was would I return to the sex shops, a gay bar or find someone online?
My sexual world had been turned upside down. Even when I masturbated to the memory of those leather clad encounters, I wanted to feel leather against me and on me, again. I wanted to feel those straps digging into me tightly, I wanted to smell it's scent. I didn't seem to want sex without it.
I found myself driving to a seedy part of town, known for it's catering to and acceptance of all things kinky. A leather section in one of the many stores had my heart racing immediately. I was drawn to it, I could not help but touch them. I became so aroused and I was afraid that it was embarrashingly obvious. I caught the attention of another guy in the store, I felt his eyes on me. His gaze made my cock twitch in my pants. As I held and felt pair of leather thong underwear, our eyes met, if only for a brief moment, but it was so erotic. It sent a tingle through my whole body.
A leather cock ring, yes. Leather cuffs, and jock strap, definitely. I could still sense I was being watched as I moved about the store, somehow it made it all even sexier. As if I was sharing the experience and my leather lusts with him. The sights and scents of the store, my kinky desires felt so heightened. My urges began to feel almost overwhelming. My cock begged for attention. My hole craved to be filled. I left the store, thrilled with my new toys and purchases. Eager to get home and become lost in the pleasure of them.
I heard the door open again right after me. I turned to see that same, sensual guy. My pulse raced. This was not by accident, I was sure. I felt light headed and so very turned on. I became even more aroused as we walked, him so close behind. I turned a corner, wondering if he would follow. When he did, my urges and lust had me turn down the alley behind the stores. It was dirty and it smelt of urine, just perfect for a kinky encounter! I stopped and turned to face him, there was little doubt why we were there. He pressed up against me and our mouths instinctively met and opened. My erection raged in my pants, feeling his through his pants, too. Pressed against one another, we tongue fucked each other's mouths and filled our hands with one another's asses. Gripping, squeezing, grinding on each other. Still passionately kissing, we unzipped each other right there in the alley. I sighed when I felt him. I moaned when he squeezed my balls. We kissed and stroked each other, our cock's becoming slick and coated with precum.
I knew we could get caught at any moment, but I was past the point of caring! I wanted, I needed cum. My hole ached for dick and needed to be filled! My lips on his sensual mouth, I whispered, "Fuck me." In silence, legs trembling, I turned around and pulled down my pants. He sank his fingers into my waist and in an instant, his precum lubed erection was inside me. I gasped and pushed my ass back on him. I couldn't breathe! Hot, hard cock filled me as I stood and it took my breath away! Gripping my waist, squeezing it, we pressed against each other, his cock felt so deep in my ass. I felt his hot breath on my neck, Finally, catching my own breath, I whispered again, "Fuck me."
The dark, dank alley was filled with soft moans, heavy breathing and the erotic sounds of him slamming his cock into me. "Yes, yes," I whispered, desperate to urge him on, yet quiet so as to not be discovered. "Cum inside me." "Yes, yes, cum inside me." I could hear his breathing quicken, his grip tighten. We both moaned and my legs wobbled when I felt him pump his load into me. I heard him grunt softly. So sexy! Quickly, I took my cock into my hand and jerked off my own exquisite, amazing orgasm. It made my hole bear down on him and milk his cock as I covered the dirty ground with my own hot, white cum.
He was breathing in my ear. He kissed my neck. Embarrashed by my lust, I pulled up my pants and picked up my bag. I never even got his name.
The drive home, I could feel his cum running out of me. I reached into the bag and took out the leather goods, held them to my face and breathed in their arouma. I was getting hard again already! My mind raced at the thought of wearing them, feeling the tight leather on me. I imagined how good it would feel to have my cock encased in that leather jock strap pouch as I got fucked from behind. To feel thin leather strips bind and confine me. He could wear them, too. I could lick his cum off of them.
Once home, I raced inside to relive what had just happened. It wasn't like me to do anything like that. What had come over me? Those first two encounters had changed me. Now, this third time, in an alley? With another stranger? My lusts and urges seemed overwhelming, maybe even insatiable. I stripped out of my clothes and slipped into the tight, leather thong. I put on the leather wrist bands, I zipped up my new, tight leather vest. My hole felt so empty now, I could not wait to fill it. I took out a dildo and pulled the strip of leather along my ass crack to the side. I pushed it into my still cum drenched opening. I moaned and remembered cock. The scent of cum, the scent of leather, I was hard again and it strained against the leather pouch. I layed back and rubbed my nipples through the leather, like that wonderful lover had done to me before. I felt the full feeling of the fake cock inside me. I rubbed my own cock through the leather underwear and felt another orgasm build. When I came, I was careful to cum inside them. I slipped them off and licked it off the salty leather, wishing it was another man's.
The next day, I wore a pair under my suit to work. I quickly knew it was a mistake, though. I could not concentrate! I felt so horny feeling them encase my cock and balls, feeling the thin strip rub on my asshole. At lunch, I had rush into a bathroom stall to jerk off. I found myself wishing someone would discover me there, wishing someone would take advantage of me. Make me suck their cock or bend me over and use my hole. I formed a plan for that night in my sex crazed head. The only question was would I return to the sex shops, a gay bar or find someone online?
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