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They idled away the rest of the morning and the early afternoon lying around the pool, swimming occasionally, or resting against each other and enjoying the view of the harbour. It was wonderful doing nothing, yet doing it together, and they were both completely contented, and so comfortable with each other. Late in the afternoon, Michael was lying stretched out in the lee of the sea wall beside the pool, his head on Jeff’s lap and Jeff’s fingers in his hair, playing carelessly. His eyes were half closed and Jeff’s voice floated down to him. “Michael, have you had sex with many other men?” His voice sounded far away, casual, like he was asking if Michael wanted another coffee. “Hundreds!” Michael said easily. “Didn’t you notice the revolving door in my bedroom? Oww!” the last comment as Jeff’s fist landed on his upper arm. “Be serious,” Jeff demanded. Michael opened his eyes and looked up, but Jeff’s head was still tilted backward, his eyes closed again. In a sickly, saccharine voice, Michael purred, “You found me out, my darling. Until we met I was a virgin. Living in a convent and surrounded by randy nuns, but I saved myself until you came along.” “Yeah, I could tell!” replied Jeff in a tone thick with sarcasm. Then his voice changed, and when Michael looked again, Jeff was staring directly into his face. “But honestly, I’m curious to know. You see it’s just that I haven’t.” Michael sat up now, facing Jeff. He sensed his friend wanted to say something, had something on his mind. “Jeff, I was hardly the picture of innocence the night I met you, but that doesn’t matter does it? I mean, we have each other now, and that’s what is important.” “Of course!” Jeff responded immediately. “I was only asking because, well, my experience is fairly limited. I guess that I have only had sex with a handful of people before we met. Because I always had to be so careful, I only got out to the bars or clubs rarely, and even when I did, more often than not I would stand around and perve, show myself off, maybe get a grope or two and then come home and wank off.” He spoke slowly, quietly, and Michael let him continue. “The night we met – it was the first time I had had sex in more than four months!” Michael tried to read the thoughts behind Jeff’s words. “So what?” he declared. “I don’t care whether you had thousands of men before me, or none. As long as you’re happy with me now.” “Believe me, I’m more than happy. Ecstatic!” Jeff enthused. “Then why are you asking? Why are you telling me this?” Jeff hesitated a second. “Well, firstly, I just wanted to be sure you were satisfied. I wanted to know if I, um, ‘measured up’ to the others.” Michael held Jeff’s head and kissed him softly on the lips, then slid his hands down to hold Jeff’s fingers tenderly. “Since I met you, I haven’t thought of another man. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. You are the best, most wonderful person I’ve ever known. And you’re pretty fuckin’ hot in bed too, lover!” he added with a grin, trying to lighten Jeff’s mood. “So, the second reason is …?” “The second reason is, that I have never had sex without a condom …” “Neither have I,” Michael butted in before Jeff went on. “ … and I, ah, was wondering if, um, you would like …” his voice trailed off, the words deserting him. But Michael knew what his question was. His mind reeled, and he thought before he spoke. “Jeff, that’s a huge step! You know what it means, don’t you?” “I’m sorry,” Jeff stammered. “I should never have even raised it. I had no right.” “Hey, hold on a second. I didn’t say no. You just took me by surprise. I’ve always wanted to know what it was like, always hoped that one day I’d meet the right guy, and we could commit to each other enough to throw away the rubbers.” He stopped as he thought again, his brain racing to catch up with his emotions and his thumping heart. “I must be a bit slow after all, but it’s taken me until this moment to realise …” He looked deep into Jeff’s eyes, the pools of green flickering back at him. “Jeff, YOU are my Mr. Right. I, um, I … love you!” “I love you!” Jeff said at exactly the same moment. The pair crashed into each other’s arms. They laughed and cried together and held each other tight as the full weight of what they had said, of how they felt, sank into them. Together they sat and watched the sun sink behind the towers of the city, still holding onto each other. Phillip came to enquire if they would like to eat, and Jeff disentangled himself from Michael for a moment, having a whispered conversation with the butler, before returning to Michael’s arms. “What did you tell him?” Michael asked. “I told him we’d have a light snack, and then go to bed early.” Michael grinned and Jeff returned the look with a wink as they settled back into each other’s arms. Half an hour after they’d eaten, Jeff was standing on the edge of the pool, looking out over the harbour. Michael could see from where he sat the broad shoulders and firm butt of his lover, and his desires began to awaken. He walked up behind Jeff, sliding his arms around the other’s body and nudging his chin onto Jeff’s shoulder. As they stood there, holding tight and rocking slightly, Jeff could feel the hardness of Michael’s growing erection against his butt. He pushed backwards, rubbing himself into the other’s solidness. Michael whispered into Jeff’s ear, “Hey, handsome, time for bed!” Jeff hummed his assent, and Michael took charge, leading his lover through the house to the bedroom. As he opened the door, he gasped. The room was dark, the curtains already drawn. On the bed were their leathers, ready and waiting, but the lighting consisted of dozens of candles, in tall holders, spread around the walls. On each of the bedside tables were neatly arranged a bottle of amyl and a jar of lubricant. Michael looked at Jeff, his eyes wide. “I told Phillip tonight was extra special,” was all that Jeff said. In the warm flickering light, Michael placed his mouth over Jeff’s lips and they kissed, long and hard. They tasted each other, tongues wrestling as Michael stripped and tossed away his sarong, then removed the flimsy material from Jeff’s body without breaking the kiss. Naked, they stood together, joined at the lips as their bodies pressed against one another, arousal growing. Then Michael broke away from his man, stepped back and looked at him. “Don’t move!” he whispered. Jeff began to protest, but Michael silenced him with a finger to his lips. “In here, I’m in charge, all right?” Jeff nodded, smiling lustily. “Just stand there and let me dress you.” The first thing he did was reach for Jeff’s hood. Sliding it down over his lover’s face, Michael smoothed the black hide around Jeff’s head and over his neck, settling it firmly in place until only Jeff’s eyes and lower jaw were visible. Michael murmured approval. He found the hooded form of Jeff’s body so incredibly erotic. Below the hood, he placed a studded leather dog collar around Jeff’s neck, buckling the wide black restraint in place, and tugging at the D-ring at his man’s throat with his fingers. “I’d love to have a lead to attach to this,” he mused, and Jeff grinned evilly. “Oh yeah,” he responded. “I’d enjoy being your sex slave, Michael. Maybe even have my nipples pierced so you can tug on them at the same time?” Jeff’s voice was nothing but a low hiss. “Fuck yeah!” hissed Michael back, as he continued to wrap his man in dark hide. He slid the harness over Jeff’s shoulders and pulled the straps tight around his ribs and waist, sitting the rings of silver over Jeff’s erect tits. Kneeling down, Michael had Jeff step into his leather posing thong which Michael then slid sensuously up his legs, pulling the straps in place over Jeff’s arse and around his upper thighs before cupping the leather pouch up and under his man’s testicles. With his palm, he carefully ensured that the rolling jewels of Jeff’s manhood were fully and comfortably encased in the supple, shining hide, and gently lifted the triangle of black over the throbbing tube of flesh, struggling to bury Jeff’s cock in the leather. Still on his knees, Michael then slid polished black boots over Jeff’s feet, before standing again to buckle the waistband of chaps around his lover’s mid-section. He took his time as he closed the legs of the chaps around Jeff’s calves and thighs, smoothing the gleaming black leather into place and watching it grip tightly at the man’s muscles, then took several long minutes to run his hands and fingers up and down those dark, hide bound pillars, and all over the rest of Jeff’s muscled, trembling body. Done, Michael stood back and drank in the leathered vision. This man before him was stunning, and he was his! Jeff had remained still and quiet as ordered, delighting in the sensuality of having Michael dress him. Now he spoke. “Your turn, stud,” his husky voice promising. “If I’m going to be your slave, then I should make sure my master is properly outfitted.” Now it was Michael’s turn to stand as Jeff ministered to him. Starting at Michael’s feet, Jeff knelt almost prostrate on the floor and fitted each boot slowly to his man, bending down, and sniffing, then licking at the polished black leather as he did. Michael looked down at the leather bound, hooded figure worshipping his booted feet, and he was so turned on he trembled. A drop of pre-cum oozed from his cock and slowly fell, trailing a long slender thread, to land on the back of the hood below. He remained fixed in place as Jeff buckled his chaps around him. He reveled in the sensual feeling as the leather coverings were tightened and smoothed around his legs, felt the hide grip firmly against his skin. Jeff remained kneeling before him as Michael watched his lover fasten the chaps, then felt Jeff’s lips and tongue trace the lines of his inner leg, slowly, tenderly, all the way from his ankles to his thighs. Michael moaned with aching pleasure at the sensation. Michael found this entire ritual unbelievably exciting. He was incredibly aroused at the slow attention of Jeff’s hands and mouth, and found this process of transformation of himself and his man from regular guys into leather encased gods one of the most erotic experiences he had known. Jeff continued and Michael felt the binding leather of his harness being fixed in place against the flesh and muscle of his torso, and again his skin tingled and he emitted quiet moans of joy as Jeff’s mouth followed the straps of hide, licking and biting at him. His arms were wrapped in black studded gauntlets, his biceps bound in wide belts of dark leather. As Jeff pushed the glasses onto his face, and settled the cap on his head, Michael felt complete and powerful, dominant and ready. “What about this?” Michael asked in a low mumble, his hands around his cock. Jeff spoke in a firm tone, which allowed no argument. “THAT is staying naked tonight! Nothing is going over it except me!” Jeff’s lips brushed against Michael’s again, but this time their joinder was crushing, powerful and urgent. Michael ended his controlled stillness to attack Jeff’s mouth. Becoming the master now, he forced his tongue between the other man’s lips, one hand clamping at Jeff’s jaw while the other gripped the back of the leather clad head. Michael’s teeth opened, his tongue invaded Jeff’s mouth. He explored teeth and gums, tasted his lover and breathed with him as they locked together. Jeff gave no resistance, surrendering to the masterful force of his mate, allowing himself to be violated and thrilling to the sensation. He happily became the submissive partner in their lust. It was as if the completion of their dressing had transformed them, and released their inhibitions. They moaned and growled, hissed and licked and bit at each other as hands and teeth and tongues explored. They pressed to each other, gripping, rubbing, feeling as they stood together, limbs intertwining as the powerful urges of masculine desire were indulged and they possessed each other, seeking new ways to hold and own the two bodies they shared. For an hour or more they stayed like this, attacking each other with forceful, growing passion. The desire they knew, the urge they felt, increased steadily, driving them on. Finally, Jeff could wait no longer. “Michael,” he pleaded like a child, “I need you, take me please, fuck me!” Michael needed no convincing. He himself was almost manic in his lusty need. He pulled away from Jeff for a moment, and slowly lowered his lover to the bed, laying him down and climbing over him. Michael pulled Jeff’s legs apart and slid between them, resting his weight on his elbows as he leaned into and over his man, kissing again as they ground their aching bodies against each other. With his nerves racing and his cock throbbing and hard as rock, Michael rubbed himself against the leather encased man below him, and knew that he had to be inside this vision, to take him and own him, now. “Jeff,” he hissed, the need apparent in his voice. “Are you still sure…?” “Yeah, oh fuck, yeah!” Jeff muttered. “Fuck me! Use your naked cock and own me, Michael!” Speedily, almost desperately now, Michael smeared lubricant over and along his manhood. The coolness of the gel helped to slow his ardour a fraction, and he looked long and hard at the writhing, begging shape of Jeff, his skin shining against the gleaming black leather he wore. Inching forward, Jeff leaned again and felt the warm tender skin of Jeff’s anus come into contact with his throbbing cockhead. Jeff’s eyes were wide open, taking in the vision of Michael’s black bound body as it hovered over him, and he felt the pressure of Michael’s prong at his entrance. He nodded to his lover, reaching for a bottle of amyl and breathing it in to relax his resistance and intensify the pleasure he anticipated. As the first rush hit his system, Jeff twitched with pleasure. Michael saw the wave of reaction roll through his lover and pressed forward, his meaty cock opening Jeff’s sphincter and forcing apart the ring of muscle to enter his lover’s body. A tremendous sensation of gripping heat filled him as the head of his prong slid within Jeff’s anus. He leaned again, slipping a little further into that warm wet hole, and took the bottle of amyl from Jeff’s hand, holding it to his face and sniffing deeply. Within seconds the drug hit his system, his heart racing and his nerves tingling with enhanced sensitivity. As he handed the bottle back to his lover who took another toke, Michael pushed himself down, and Jeff moaned with pleasure as Michael’s steel hard weapon sunk itself deeply into the wet cavern of Jeff’s bowels. Michael marveled at the sensation. His naked, tingling sword was enveloped in the most amazing heat. Jeff’s very innards gripped and washed over Michael’s flesh, holding him and caressing him. He had no idea that there could possibly be such a difference without the latex sheath of a condom. Gasps and groans of delight tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt in Jeff, his balls slapping against the firm skin of Jeff’s arse as his lover’s leather encased legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He lifted a fraction, and felt Jeff’s gut suction against him, felt the clamping of Jeff’s sphincter around the shaft of his rigid pole, and he shuddered with the overwhelming pleasure it imparted. Instinctively, Michael humped back again, driving his cock deep into Jeff once more. The man below him moaned in ecstasy and Michael quickly began a rhythmic thrust and parry, in and out of the man he loved. With every push he felt Jeff open to him, and at each withdrawal his man’s arse clamped tightly around him reluctant to surrender the insertion he had made. Faster Michael humped, deeper and longer he shoved his mighty dagger into Jeff’s receptacle. More whiffs of the amyl drove the two onward and they rutted in animal need, driven to mate with each other as Michael pounded and Jeff writhed and clenched. The leather they wore rubbed and squealed in protest as they stretched and pulled at each other. Michael thundered his way ahead, pumping and ploughing himself deep into Jeff, harder, faster, deeper as they joined in frenzied abandon. The slurping wet softness of Jeff’s gut wrapped around Michael’s invading, rampant cock and Michael buried his masculinity in that welcoming moisture again and again. The two men humped and hissed, swore and sweated. They fucked each other, fucked hard and demanded more, needed to become one. Michael felt the tide of passion seeping through him, felt the irresistible urge growing, spreading from his pistoning, shuddering cock throughout his aching tingling body. His entire being thrilled to the all embracing pleasure of his coupling with Jeff’s writhing form. He powered on, continuing his raging thundering assault on the compliant welcoming cavity of Michael’s arse and thought he could prolong the ecstatic pleasure, but suddenly, without warning, his climax overcame him. A strangled yell of surrender was wrenched from his throat, and his thumping cock swelled and plunged one final time into Jeff; as he shuddered and twitched in ultimate pleasure. Spasms of desperate abandon rocked him as he speared his lover and his member erupted, shooting a torrent of white-hot cream into the waiting receptacle of Jeff’s innards. Again and again he shook, his essence filling the man beneath him, flooding Jeff’s body with his manjuice as Michael emptied his very being into his partner. As his nuts pumped their load into Jeff, Michael felt Jeff’s arse clench hard around his shaft, felt Jeff tremble and shudder, and suddenly the twitching, writhing body below him spewed a river of cum from the black leather pouch stretched over Jeff’s cock. Litres of jizz seemed to stream from Jeff as a lake of sticky white formed on the sculpted abdomen. Almost as quickly as it hit, the climax subsided. Michael breathed out long and hard, and collapsed onto Jeff, squelching the pool of jism between them. Slowly, tenderly he withdrew his still throbbing prick from Jeff’s ravaged hole, the final moment of disconnection sending shudders through both of them as Michael rolled onto his back and pulled Jeff over to lie on top of him. Mashing together in the squelch of ejaculate, they kissed again, a long unbroken sharing of sated joy. Michael’s hands held again the leather hood over Jeff’s face, and he looked into the eyes, which were within the slits of the mask. “I love you, my slave boy!” he whispered. Jeff was still catching his breath from the incredible union, and he gulped back, “I love you too, Sir!” When finally they lay side by side, the glow of post coital warmth on them, Michael rested his arm across Jeff’s now sticky stomach, his fingers teasing along the length of flagging black tube that was Jeff’s leather encased cock. He watched the flickering of the candles, and the wisps of smoke that drifted over them, and said quietly to his lover, “Jeff that was just unbelievable!” Jeff hummed an agreement, snuggling closer to his man. Michael went on. “Wouldn’t it be fantastic to have a special room, set up with candles, and whatever, all dark, just for us to make love in?” Jeff’s ears pricked. “Are you serious?” he asked. “No, of course not, I was just fantasizing,” Michael smiled, speaking slowly, unconcerned. “But we could do exactly that!” said Jeff, becoming enthused. “What a brilliant idea, a ‘sex pit’. I’m getting horny again, just thinking about it.” Now Michael lifted himself up to stare at Jeff’s still leather enclosed eyes. “It is an exciting thought,” he said, catching some of Jeff’s enthusiasm. “But how, where?” “There’s a room downstairs, a huge empty space. It was originally set aside to be a wine cellar, but I never used it. We could transform it!” “Then we will, handsome!” Michael declared. “We’ll make our very own ‘leather cave’, and we’ll make love there over and over every weekend!” Jeff grinned happily at Michael, turned on still by the mirrored glasses, visor covered cap and black-leathered body of this man. ‘Every night, if I had my choice!’ he thought to himself. To be continued… Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com