This is a personal story. Some of this is my personal fantasies and some of it has actually happened. If you share my fantasy feel free to contact me. I would love to hear from others that share my desires.
My name is Ted and I am 40 years old. I am married and we have no children. I consider myself bi-sexual and my wife does not know. I have had sex with men since I was 19 years old. I do not consider myself gay but I do like to be with guys. But the conditions have to be right.
Since I was 15 or 16 I have had one thing that makes me hard faster and more powerfully than anything else - Leather. Now before you start visualizing whips, chains, bondage and different types of domination and torture, that is not what I am talking about. What I am talking about is a good looking man in a leather jacket. I love the way a motorcyclist looks when he steps off his bike. The tight jeans and the leather jacket. The look of a police officer standing by the side of the road in his black shiny leather jacket.
Leather jackets drive me crazy. The way it looks on a man. The smell of it. The way it lays over his body. When I see a guy in a picture with a leather jacket on over a naked body, my cock gets hard and I start to pant.
I guess I first realized this when I was a teen. I went shopping with my Mom for cloths for school. She went to look for stuff for my sisters and I went to the men's department. As soon as I entered the department the smell of the leather jackets filled my nose. I did not realize at that time what leather could do to me. I was immediately drawn to the smell. I walked over and looked at the jackets in all shapes, styles and colors. There were black ones, brown ones and even some gray ones. Some were short bomber style and others were long mid-length. Some were rougher leather and some were finer leather. Some were lined with wool, some with fur or shearling some had fur collars.
The one that caught my eye first was a dark brown one with a fur collar and a shearling lining. It was short and it had the best smell. I had to try it on. I found the right size and slipped it on. It fit and felt great. I did not realize at the time the power this leather jacket had over me. I got a raging hard on and had a hard time focusing. I went over to the mirror and looked at my reflection. The look, the smell, the feeling was amazing. The salesman came over and asked if I liked it. I think I just stammered. I finally told him something like "its not bad" I took it off and put it back on the rack. The price was $300. There was no way I could ever afford that and my folks would never get it for me.
I finished shopping and went home. I went straight to my room and jerked off thinking about that jacket. My teenage cum shot harder and faster then I had ever imagined it could.
Over the next days and weeks all i could do was think about that jacket. I jerked off and fantasized about it over and over again. Eventually I went back to the store and tried it on again. Actually I tried it on whenever I could.
I would even stand in the department sometimes and wait to see who was trying it on. I wanted to see a guy wearing that jacket.
I started to realize that I thought about guys in the leather jackets. I would close my eyes to JO and think about a man I saw in a leather jacket and I would jerk off thinking about it. If I saw a guy and he was in a leather jacket on tv or a magazine or the mall that thought would stick with me and I would use it to JO to when I could.
As time went on I collected pictures from ads where there was a man in a leather jacket. I would keep the pictures and JO whenever I could sometimes 3 times or more per day. I was obsessed with it.
I started dating but it was always women. I never thought about really being with a guy unless he was in leather. To me it was about the leather not about the guy. I lost my virginity to a girl I went to high school with. We dated for a while but it never got too serious. The summer after high school we broke up. She was going to college in California and I was off to Chicago.
College was a time of experiment for me just like everyone else. I was not much of a party guy like my roommate. I preferred to study and spent a good amount of time at the library. I continued to fantasize about my leather jackets and found some catalog places that specialized in leather jackets. I had the catalogs sent to my address at the dorm. When I got the first one it was better then porno. In the catalog were so many guys - good looking guys in leather jackets. There was even the leather bomber with the fur collar in it. I must have JO'd with that picture at least 100 times. I can still remember the look of the guy in the picture. He was dark haired, with a mustache. He had deep dark eyes and the jacket framed his body so perfectly.
At this point I started noticing some of the guys in my dorm. Looking back it was an odd transition. I would see a guy in the shower but my mind would put him in a leather jacket. If I could imagine him in a leather jacket I got hard. Otherwise he was just another guy. My favorites were the guys that were hairy with more natural bodies. I do not mean fat. I mean the guys that had good bodies but not necessarily the over built body builders.
Being in Chicago was great. I was far from home and anyone I knew and the winters were cold. Cold weather means guys in leather jackets. I would go out in the evening and walk around campus hoping to glimpse one of them bundled up in a leather jacket.
I found there were some stores in Chicago that had good supplies of leather jackets. There was an army navy store that even had my leather bomber jacket. I went in to try it on. The smell was amazing and I sported a major boner as soon as I put it on. I still could not afford it and this was driving me crazy. I wanted to have the jacket on my naked body. i wanted to look at myself in the mirror and I wanted to jerk off wearing it.
As time went on my horniness grew. I wanted to feel a man in leather. I want to see him stripped down to just a leather jacket. I had heard there was a bar not far from campus that was for gay guys. It was advertised in one of those local papers for gay people. It was a leather bar. When I read this I could not believe it. There were people like me. There were people that liked guys in leather. I was not abnormal. During our break between semesters I decided not to go home for a visit. The campus was mostly empty and I felt ok going down there without being seen.
I found the place easy enough and finally had the guts to go in about 11:30 that night. The place was dark and I could barely see at first. As my eyes adjusted I could not believe how disappointed I was. There were guys in crazy outfits. Some had leather pants that had a big opening for their asses. Some guys where leather straps over their chests. None of them were what I envisioned. I finally saw an older guy at the bar. He was probably about 40. He was tall and good looking for an older guy. He wore tight jeans, boots and a leather motorcycle jacket. My dick got hard. I walked over to the area he was in and just sort of hung out.
I kept staring at him. I loved the way the shoulders of his leather jacket looked. I liked the way the jacket fell right above his round ass. I guess he caught me staring and came over to talk to me. "Hey Boy you see something you like" was the first thing out of his mouth. "Hows it going?" I replied. "Hows it going what?" he said looking into my eyes. I had no idea what he was talking about. "Huh?" I said. "I think you mean, hows it going Sir?" I could not believe what he was saying. It finally started to dawn on me. "Oh sorry I am no.." I trailed off. I had no idea what I was doing. I was scared shitless. I must of looked it too because he backed away walked off leaving me alone.
I left the place in a hurry. I could not believe what had just happened. What the fuck is a leather bar? Is it a place for some crazy gay stuff? In any case it wasn't for me. I went back to my dorm room with the decision that I would not venture out again.
I was dying now. I wanted to own a leather jacket so badly it hurt. I would go down to the stores and try them on as much as I could. I would get the smell on me then go into the bathroom and JO thinking about the feel and the look of the leather on me. I had to have one of my own. I ended up taking a part time job on campus. I worked hard between school and work and eventually I saved enough to buy my first leather jacket. It was not the one I dreamed of but it was still hot to me.
It was black and short. It had a woven banding at the cuff and the waist. It smelled fucking incredible. I got it home as quickly as I could. I went into the bathroom and tore off my cloths and put it on over my naked body. I had dreamed of this moment. I had fantasized about having some leather against my naked skin and now finally it was going to happen. My dick was hard as a rock and dripping with precum.
I looked in the mirror and could not believe it. It was amazing. I grabbed my cock and started to pump it. I think I stroked about 5 times and my cock erupted all over the sink. I left the jacket on and just stared. The feeling, the smell the look was amazing.
I decided I wanted to feel another guy in leather. I was never going back to that leather bar but maybe there was another way. I found another gay bar in town. It was not a leather bar and was not a club. It was more like a local corner bar but for gay guys. I figured I could at least go hang out. I walked to the place which was not too far off campus. It was a cold night and I wore my new leather jacket. I walked into the bar and found an empty bar seat. I ordered a beer and just tried to relax. I scanned the bar and saw some nice looking guys, some older guys and some scary guys. Some were very very gay and dressed way too pretty. Finally my eyes locked onto a guy in a brown leather jacket. He was not bad looking. I think maybe mid-twenties. He was small framed and about 5'6 to my 6'1. He had a cute boyish look. I could not take my eyes off him.
Finally after about 20 minutes of just staring he looked in my direction. He smiled at me and I smiled back. My heart was racing. He came over to me and shook my hand. Hi I am Justin. You must be new here. I told him my name was Ted but I could not really talk. He was wearing this very sexy brown leather bomber jacket and he had a red baseball cap on. The jacket was open and underneath he wore a zip up sweatshirt with a tshirt under that. He had a sexy smile and the combination of his leather jacket and mine made me dizzy with horniness.
We talked for a bit then he asked me if I wanted to go to his place with him. He said it was just about 2 blocks away. I said yes.
We walked quietly to his place and walked up the 3 flights of stairs to his small dark apartment. As soon as we entered he took off his jacket. Shit! I wanted him to leave it on. He asked if he could take mine. I lied and told him I was still cold. He brought 2 beers in from the kitchen and handed me one. He sat next to me on the sofa and we talked. I was so nervous I wanted to just get this over with. He asked me to follow him and I did. We went into his bedroom and he stood before me. He was cute but without the leather jacket I was not as interested. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He tried to kiss me and I did not know what to do. I pulled him close to me by turned my head so that he could not kiss me.
He reached down and started to rub my cock. It was growing in my pants. He opened them up and pushed them down. He sunk to his knees and started to suck my cock. OMG I had never felt anything like that in my life. Here I was standing in a strange bedroom with my leather jacket on getting a blow job from a dude.
I closed my eyes feeling the sensation and imagining him in his leather jacket on his knees. My cock got harder and I was getting closer. He stood up in front of me and looked me in the eyes. I was so hot at that moment that I could not take much more. He reached up and took my leather jacket off. I wanted to leave it on but I could not tell him that. He removed it and laid it on the bed. He took all my cloths off and then he took his cloths off. He laid on the bed and waited for me to join him. His head was on my leather jacket. It was not perfect but it was still hot. I laid on top of him and strategically put my head as close to the leather jacket as I could get. The smell was so hot.
I started to grind my cock against his and he moaned. He wrapped his smaller body around my and I started grinding my cock into him. The smell of the leather drove me wild. I closed my eyes again and imagined we were both in only our leather jackets. His brown mine black. I imagined I was fucking him and his legs were wrapped around my waist. I could imagine the smell of the leathers mixing the crackling sounds of it rubbing together and the feel of my cock grinding into him. My mind was lost on that thought.
As these thoughts worked on my mind my cock worked on his body. I ground into him with a new found passion. My cock was like a rock and it had a mind of its own. He grabbed me and moaned hard holding on to me. My cock started to grow and I knew that I was close. My body tensed and I got a good smell of the leather one more time. I closed my eyes as the orgasm started to boil inside of me and his lips found mine. In that second that I felt his lips on mine my cock jerked and I shot the biggest wad of cum I had ever felt. I shot up between our bodies and up to his chin. I was fully spent.
I moved my body above his so that he had some room and with a was of my cum he took some of my cum and waxed his cock. He stroked it a few times and then shot his load all over the place. A big wad shot up over his shoulder and onto my jacket. I could not believe a guy could shoot that far. I looked down and saw the wad on the jacket just sitting there.
"Oh man I am sorry" he said. Then without any notice he rolled his head over and licked the cum right off the jacket. FUCK!
We both cleaned up and I got dressed. He asked if we could do it again. I told him that this was my first time and it was just an experiment. He gave me his number and told me i could talk anytime I wanted to.
I left and went back to my dorm room. It wasn't what I wanted but it wasn't terrible either.