A meeting in Leather – Part 1.

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A meeting in Leather – Part 1.#English / #Engels Translation from my original Dutch Posting https://xhamster.com/stories/een-ontmoeting-in-leather-deel-1-925552It was a sultry summer day. As every Wednesday afternoon I was on my way to the Judo lesson at a sports school in my village in the Netherlands. I had been sent there by my parents a few years earlier. “You need to learn to stand up for yourself,” they had said. If I had the choice I would much rather do something else.I was certainly not a sporty type. Let alone a tough guy. No, I was a shy, quiet and withdrawn wimp, which usually did what he was told. I had only a few friends. And certainly no girl friends. No, girls where not really something for me, I thought. And sex? Well that was something for later. What did excite me though was tough looking boys and men wearing leather. Every time I was out cycling and saw another tough leather boy walk by in a black leather jacket or pants, my pole immediately started to rise. I dreamed of ever having enough courage to buy myself a black leather jacket or cool cowboy boots. What would the boys from my street say at that. But really, I was not tough enough to pull off that look, I thought, and what would my parents think? The thought of leather alone was enough to make me hot as hell. I could dream away for hours about it and secretly jerk off on it. My parents and older brother were away for a family visit for a few weeks. I did not feel like it, and yet I went to the gym as I was told to do. With the Judo suit in my gym bag I went on my cycle to the other side of the village. It was really nice weather for a ride on the bike. I had already put on the white cotton Judo pants. Public changing rooms and changing clothes in front of others was not my thing. On my way to the gym I was overtaken by a motor biker. He was wearing a cool outfit. A classic Leather jacket, black leather jeans, black cowboy boots with kinky metal tips. I spontaneously started cycling faster. I did not really want to lose sight of him. Man, what a powerfull appearance. As he drove past he looked aside for a moment and once he had driven past I saw that he was following me in his mirrors.When I arrived at the gym, I was glad to see that he was also on his way to the gym. He was a macho bodybuilder. He was standing next to his motorcycle when I placed my cycle in the bike rack. u*********sly I apparently looked a little too long at all that beauty. “I would like to be such a guy later,” I thought to myself and sighed softly. He took off his helmet. And put his Rayban sunglasses on. What a beautiful sight. Apparently he had seen from the corner of his eye that I was looking him over, from top to bottom.He was about 35 years old I estimated. Much older than me, but my stiff cock in those thin Judo pants could not hide that he was exciting me. He laughed kindly when he walked past. I felt his eyes prick. He had a good view of my outstretched arse because I was slightly bent over to remove my bicycle key. “Hot arse,” he sighed under his breath. I only understood it half, and asked very stupidly, “Sorry, did you say something?”. “I said, Hot weather! Are you deaf, Boy?”, he said gruffly. I had heard from my older brother that these kinds of leather types sometimes wanted to be called Master by younger boys. So I quickly replied “No master, it is indeed nice and hot”. He looked a little surprised, and smiled at me broadly. “Exactly, Boy!”I still stood outside and messed around with my sports bag and had to adjust my cock a bit. After that, I walked in to register at the gyms bar for the Judo lesson. Because of all that stuff outside I was of course late. “Go quickly to the changing room Robert, and change your clothes, the lesson is about to start!”, The gym owner said to me.I walked into the changing room. Most of the boys in my group and the older Judo group who trained with us were already in the hall. In a corner of the changing room the biker was pulling off his boots and leather pants. To get ready to put on his bodybuild outfit. I did not dare to look. Otherwise I would have gotten a stiff dick again. Behind me was a boy from the older group also changing into his Judo gear. And he looked at the black jockstrap that came from under the leather jeans of the biker. All of a sudden he exclaimed, “Hey, what’s that, behind that bulge in that jockstrap!”. Totally surprised the biker looked at that geezer, and says “A big cock! Do you want to feel it shooting a load in your arse k**? ” I looked up in a frightened way in the direction of the biker and looked straight into his arse crack . It seemed as if his hole gave me a wink. And my cock was immediately stiff again. But that wink was probably only because he bent over to take off his socks. The other guy quickly left the changing room with a gigantic red head. He apparently did not expect such an answer.The biker now only had his jockstrap, and open bahis firmaları black leather jacket, on. The smell of his leather pants and jacket penetrated deep into my nose. I quickly turned my eyes away and looked at his Sendra cowboy boots. There were metal chains that were attached to leather harnesses around the heel of those boots. And on the pointed noses were metal decorations. Really very beautiful. But my dicky did not get much calmer by looking at them either. I quickly took off my jacket and t-shirt and take the long Judo coat out of my bag. It would at least be able to hide that stiff bulge in my pants, I thought.”What are you looking at?”, The macho bodybuilder asked Kwarseie friendly. Normally I’m not so quick of tongue, but I knew that I had to say something now to not make a complete fool of myself. “To your beautiful boots and leather clothing. I like that very much, and you’re looking fine in it. Perhaps someday I would also like to wear such boots or a jacket”, I stammered. I was shocked by my own words. “But I’m not that tough, I believe,” I whispered after it. My words apparently did something to the man. As he put on his gym shorts over his jockstrap and removed his trainers from his leather bag, he looked at me and smiled at me, “You’re tougher than that other boy. You dare at least look straight into a mans hole. And to say that you like it.”I was deeply embarrassed and stammered, “Sorry, that was not my intention.” I wished I could sink through the ground. And I felt my face turning red. “That is no problem, dude. I like it when other men admire me. “He took a few steps towards me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Are you gay?”, he asked softly. I really did not know how to respond to that. And even believed that my eyes became slightly damp.”Do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend?” He asked again. “No”, I said “I do not know yet. I like to look at tough men like you. In leather and Boots. I’ve never gone any further than that.” And I whispered, “That does not make me gay, does it? “”So you think leather is kinky?” He asked. “Yes! that’s for sure!”. I almost screamed it out. He had to laugh very much. His hand went from my shoulder to my chest under my Judo coat. He stroked my chest and rolled a nipple between his fingers. A shiver went through me. But this was exactly what I wanted now. A tough muscular leather guy who shows me how, and makes me feel what I longed for, for so long.”And you do not have any leather clothing yourself?” He asked. “Have you ever worn a leather jacket or pants?”. “No”, I said “I think I would cum spontaneously or walk around with a stiff dick all day long”. He laughed again. He pushed my Judo coat off my shoulders with a jerk and dropped it on the floor behind me. Undid his tough black leather motorcycle jacket and stood behind me. “Put this on now!”, he said in a very stern tone. I put my arms in the leather jacket and he pulled it up over my shoulders. “Well, how does that feel?” He asked, pushing his strong upper body against my back. I thought I could faint spontaneously. The smell of that leather, the smooth and yet firm feeling, his scent so close to me and his gigantic arms around me.In a swift push he took me to the other side of the changing room. There was a large mirror on the wall. My hands slid over the leather. I heard it crackle, and sniffed the smell of it deep inside me. His own scent, that mixes with that leather. “Take a good look at yourself, boy. You look really cool and horny! “He sighed. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” He lowered his arms and closed the zipper and the belt of the Leather jacket.There I stood, in a cool leather jacket with a muscle god, who was admiring me in the mirror. Suddenly his tattooed right arm went to my crotch. “Look, you’re so horny that your cock is already getting wet,” he said, pointing at the wet spot in my Judo pants. “Wow! I had not even noticed that tattoo of yours. A muscle god, with a tough looking tattoo. Wonderful!” I said. It was indeed a very macho tribal tattoo over his entire upper right arm and shoulder. It made his muscular arms even more beautiful.”And that bulge in that jockstrap of yours is certainly not a small one either,” I continued. My left hand was going behind me and touching his hot crotch unashamed but softly. He took a small step backwards. He had apparently not noticed that he was riding against my arse cheeks with his stiff post.Now the biker was somewhat ashamed of himself. So I say to him, “That is no problem, dude. I like it as a master admires me”, and laughed hard. He roughly put his hand in my Judo pants, grabbing for my stiff dick. “Not here, someone could come in at anytime,” I told him. “Do you want to see what is hidden in that Jockstrap?” He whispered in my ear, licking his tongue over it. There was a noticeable shudder through me. Quickly I said yes, a whole world opened up for me. “Now there is no way back for me,” kaçak iddaa I whispered. “But nobody can know.””hmmm, how old are you?” He asked somewhat nervously. “Just old enough”, I said and repeated, “But not here, nobody can know”. He pushed me ahead to the showers next to the changing room. In the back of the showers was a part that was reasonably shielded from the rest. “No one can see or hear us here.”I stammered anxiously, “Will you be careful? I’ve never done anything like this before and I do not like pain.” He grinned at me. Grasped the leather jacket with both hands, and shook me hard. “Will you…? Will you…? You said I was the master! So you will mean: Master, will you please be careful with me.” I looked at him in fright. But with a mean grin on my own face, I said, “But now I am wearing the kinky master leather jacket.” I got slapped across the face for that sneaky remark. While he looked at me horny. “You’re right, boy, but you still have a lot to learn”. He leaned forward and his lips touched mine. He stopped for a moment, looked at me and I saw him think. “What shall I make him do?” He grabbed me with one hand behind my head and pressed his lips against mine again, and now pushed his tongue into my mouth. I could not believe my luck. If it had stopped here, I would have died as a happy man. He pushed his tongue even further into my mouth. I was a bit afraid, but let him go ahead. I trusted him completely in an odd way. And I knew that this was exactly what I needed now, and wanted all along. His tongue began to play with mine. And apparently I reacted well to his rough touch. He moaned softly and whispered, “You’re doing very well. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”.The hand, that had pressed my head vigorously against his, let go and he grabbed my shoulder. He pushed me to the floor and said “I’ll show you a real leather dick, get on your knees,” he ordered. “Okay, master,” I said as I kneeled before him and looked up at him. I still could not believe it all. How far would this go? “Pull my shorts down, boy. Then put your hands on your back and smell my jockstrap!”. I grabbed his shorts at his hips and quickly pulled them down. “Slowly!” He commanded. Slowly I pull them down all the way to his ankles, and bend over to his Jockstrap. With my hands on my back, I lean forward and my nose touches the now wet tip of his dick, which responds spontaneously to my touch. And I move upwards along his jockstrap while breathing in deeply. The smell of leather, piss and sweat from the Leather Jeans was omnipresent in his crotch. I became horny and dizzy. “You like that, don’t you?” He said imperiously. “The smell of your leather makes me mad, master.” That was apparently the right answer because his cock stiffened even further. His dick became hard. But was caught in that black jockstrap. Now I pointed the biker to a visible wet spot in his jockstrap. And stuck out my tongue to taste the pre-cum. That action only made the biker wetter. He pushed my head away for a moment and he released his stiff dick from his jock.”Now boy, just take a very good look at that.” he said. “If you do your best I may allow you to blow it. That is what you want, don’t you?”I asked, “Blow?, what is that master?”. “You really are a rookie, aren’t you? Blowing is to satisfy a mans cock with your mouth and tongue.”, And continued, “If you do it well, a man can cum.” Of course I was not as green as the tough leather biker bodybuilder thought. I had already seen a few porn movies and had read the collection of porn magazines from my brother. But this guys dick was looking really impressive. Around it’s base and balls he had a black leather cock strap with snaps. The pubic hair was short trimmed and his cock was about 20 cm long but not really thick. It had 1 thick vein that stood out and snaked halfway around the smooth shaft and he was naturally cut. The smooth dickhead and large balls formed a beautiful whole. Really, an impressive device. The master apparently liked that I was studying his cock so carefully. He said, “Grab a hold of it.”I took my hands from my back and enclosed his cock. With the one hand I gently pulled his foreskin down a bit further and with the other I wiped a drop of pre-cum from his piss hole. I smelt it and then smeared it over his dickhead. The biker groaned softly. I apparently did well again. Because soon more pre-cum drops oozed out. I jerked off his dick gently and distributed the moisture over his shaft. “If you want, boy, you may lick it,” he said lustfully. He did not have to tell me that, a second time. I stuck out my tongue and struck the cock against it a few times, while I looked up at the biker. “Take it in your mouth and wet that head with your tongue.” I took it in my mouth and let my tongue go over his cock head. Taking it out I kissed the tip tenderly, and then took it back into my mouth. First in the front of my mouth. And later a kaçak bahis bit deeper, so that my tongue could stroke around the base of his cock head. The master gave a small cry of pure excitement. He had me exactly where he wanted me. But actually, I had him, where I wanted him. A real leather dick in my mouth. From my brother I had heard that a man liked it if you took his pole as deeply as possible in your mouth and even throat. So I took a gulp of air and sucked the colossus inside. It did not take long for me to start gagging. I did not expect it, but the master stopped me. “Slowly dude, don’t harm yourself. First make sure that the shaft and balls get nice and wet. Then it’s easier”. And yes, that worked wonders. For me as well as for the master. In no time I had that thing deep in my mouth and heard that the master instructed me to open my mouth wider, and keep my teeth away from his cock. He pulled his dick out of my mouth, and spit on it. Rubbing it over his shaft and pushing it back into my mouth. But he did not stop there. He grabbed my head with both hands, and warned, “I’m going to fuck you in your mouth, boy. Make sure it stays nice and wet with your tongue.” I got a bit scared. But let him go ahead anyway. To be on the safe side, I grabbed his balls tightly. Assuming that this way I had also some control over the situation. But it was kind of counterproductive. He found it very horny, now moaned loudly and fucked me deep in my mouth. Every thrust he went deeper and deeper into my throat. Moaning loudly. I felt his glans swell. My hands grabbed his legs in an attempt to push me off his cock. But I could not go anywhere. He had my head firmly wedged with his left upper and lower arm. He stood half bent over me, and with the other hand he hold on to my shoulder. And continued to fuck me deep in my mouth.After a while, a shiver went through his body. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, boy, do you want that?” He pulled his cock out of my mouth just long enough for my answer. At that moment I would have allowed anything. But quickly answered anyway. “please no, I want to see you shoot it over me, master”. I looked up at him with watery eyes. “I will let you taste my seed, and spray it over your face.” I groaned approvingly. With that he grabbed my head and pumped his horny cock back into my mouth and it did not take long before he shot his huge load with horny moans. The first shot ran deep into my throat. The second shot landed on my tongue. The rest he sprayed over my face and his leather jacket. I had never seen so much seed before. And it did not taste dirty. “Swallow it all, boy. Taste that Leather cock seed in your mouth.”. After a while he came back to his senses. “Lick my pole clean boy”. I did that. I sucked hard on that cock to get every last drop of his divine seed out of it and licked it completely clean.He pulled me up from my knees, and pushed me up against the wall of the shower. And kissed me passionately. He licked all his sperm from my face and his leather biker jacket, which in turn he fed back to me with his tongue. All the while breathing heavily and whispering dirty words, and jerking me off roughly. Making me quickly cum in his hand. He unfastened the belt of his sturdy, sperm dripping leather jacket. And pulled it off my shoulders. I suddenly felt naked without that jacket. “That was really very nice. Thank you, you did a great job, boy. What is your name? Where do you live?” He asked while panting. “I have not dominated a person such as you in this way for a long time.” I thought quickly to myself. Did I want a sequel to this? Did I want him to know who I am? While keeping it vague, I replied, “I am called ‘Robby’ and live to the north of here. And train here every Wednesday afternoon. Only today’s training was different from what I had ever dared to dream. Thank you for that, master.”He grabbed his black leather jacket and wiped the last blobs of his seed off. Put his gym shorts back on, and went back to the changing room. In walking away he said, “Take a shower before you change your clothes. Might see you later.” With a wide smile on his face he walked away. And raised a middle finger at me. “Fuck you next time”, he called. “Only when you have a complete leather outfit ready for me,” I joked. While I thought I probably would never see him again, I could not wait until next Wednesday. And stepped under a shower for a quick wank and then to refresh myself. No idea if something like this would ever happen again, or if I would ever wear a leather outfit like this biker. Once back in the locker room I saw that the Judo class was almost over. The tough biker bodybuilder had sadly already disappeared. My clothes were messed with. And someone clearly went through my gym bag. But everything was still there. I quickly changed clothes and left when the Judo group came back into the changing room. Nobody noticed anything. Arriving outside by my push bike I found a letter with instructions hidden under my saddle. A pair of black leather fingerless gloves, his studded leather cock strap as well as a bunch of keys on a chain. “Fuck you next time!” was the sender.

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