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As a young lad, my earliest sexual memory was the scene in Police Academy when the recruits visit the Blue Oyster Bar, a back street American leather bar packed full of hot, sweaty leather men with full handle bar moustaches dancing cheek to cheek and crotch to crotch. I remember getting so hard at the sight but not knowing why until I was much older.
When I did get older I realised what the feelings were. I loved leather men. Older, hairy leather men that liked to fuck young, muscled lads like me.
I’d been to a few leather bars and met a few guys online, which had been fantastic, but at 25 I was being sent to live in New York for 6 months for work and I intended to make the most of the time I had.
When I arrived at my apartment, all paid for by work of course, the first thing I did was check out on the internet the best place to get kitted out for a leather bar.
I found a place not far from where I was staying that sold good quality leather at priced that wouldn’t break the bank. It also boasted being “gay friendly” and I was curious to find out what that meant.
I headed out early that Thursday morning (I had two weeks off to get settled in before I started in the accounts department) and made my way to the shop, in a quiet back street just off a main avenue. When I got there I was amazed at how discreet it looked, looking almost derelict from the outside. The only clue as to what lay inside was a little chalk sign saying “Dave’s Leather Emporium”.
I went through the door and down a staircase that wound down towards a basement level shop. God I was getting hard jus thinking about the things I would be buying, and hopefully what it would lead to.
When I finally hit the bottom I saw a shop filled with leather of all types, from chaps, jeans and jackets to slings, dildos and gas masks. And standing behind the counter in the middle reading a magazine was a guy, about 40-50 who looked exactly like the guys I had fantasised about in the Blue Oyster Bar all those years ago.
As I eyed the stock nervously I could tell the shop keeper was looking me up down grinning. “First time?” he asked and I nodded and blurted out a quiet “Yeah, I’m just looking thanks.”
“Take as long as you like” he said, before looking down at his magazine which by now I could see was a porn magazine with two leather guys getting down and dirty with each other.
I went to the back of the store first, looking for a pair of chaps, which is really what I wanted most. I found a pair of plain black leather chaps that were well within my price range and tried them on over my jeans. They were a good fit and I next hunted out a leather gym vest to match and finally a pair of leather riding boots.
Suddenly I realised that the shopkeeper was standing behind me, watching me.
“You have to try chaps on without your jeans, it gives you a better idea of the fit” he said, a naughty glint in his eye.
I asked where the changing rooms were and he laughed and smiled “There’s no changing rooms and no-one around. Just get changed here if you like.
I was so hard by now that I didn’t need much persuading. I slipped my gear off and slipped off my jeans and went to put the chaps back on. As I did the shopkeeper handed me a leather thong. “Try this on. It’ll look better than your boxers and it’ll show off your ass better too.”
I slipped my boxers down and stepped into the thong, the leather brushing against my cock making me hornier than I’d ever been. I slipped on the vest, chaps and boots and admired myself in the mirror. Not bad for a first outfit.
“What do you reckon?” I asked, feeling a little more confident by now.
“You look good. I could see myself fucking you right now.”
“Really?” I said. “Sounds good.”
I then walked over towards the shopkeeper and reached for the bulge in his leather jeans. Judging by the size of the bulge I could tell he was very well hung, much bigger than any of the guys I’d been with back home. I slipped my hand in through his zipper and removed his cock through the hole, slowly tugging his cock back and forwards, jerking him slowly. He leant forward and kissed me roughly, his moustached scratching my face as his tongue forced it’s way into my mouth, our tongues caressing each other’s.
He grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me in tight, probing my cheeks and pulling them apart as he slowly ground his cock in my hand. I’d sucked a lot of cocks in my time but I wanted this one badly and I slumped to my knees, un-zipping his fly and removing the cock from the jeans and the leather shorts he had on underneath.
His cock smelt delicious, a mixture of man stink and leather and I greedily slurped my way down it’s length, all the way to the base. I bobbed up and down on his cock, lubing it up with my spit before plunging back down again and again as he ground his hips in and out of my mouth. I’ve also been a talented cock sucker and when I took him in all the way in this time, I stuck my tongue out and begun licking his balls whilst still sucking his shaft. I could hear him groaning as he ran his fingers through my hair, holding my head tight as he slowly fucked my face.
By now I had my own cock out and was pumping furiously, reaching around with the other hand to play with my own hole.
Suddenly, the shopkeeper pulled his cock out and he pulled me to my feet.
“Jeez, you sure love sucking cock don’t you?” He asked, smiling.
“Yeah, especially a cock attached to a guy like you.”
“Cool. You like tofuck too?” He asked.
“I love to, but I also liked to be fucked as well. If you want to that is?” I replied, smiling coyly.
“Get that ass of yours over here” he said, and he pulled me to a little cove behind a curtain further back in store.
In this little room was a low couch type bit of furniture, which I can only really describe as like a doctor’s examining couch, but made of black leather. Next to this was a little shelf full of all different sized dildos and lubes.
He led me over to this and laid me face down, a little raised bump in the couch forcing my stomach up giving the shopkeeper better access to my bare ass.
He stood in front of my face and slowly fed me his cock that was glistening with pre-cum, and I begun sucking him once more, my own cock twitching every bit as much as his.
This time however he began to slowly caress my cheeks, pulling them apart and rubbing them around my hole, all the while I still sucked on his cock, slurping all up and down his shaft and around his balls.
After a while I felt him reach for something, and felt a cold, lubed finger reaching for my butt hole, and felt him slide his middle finger deep into my bowel which made me gasp.
He finger fucked my asshole, probing and plunging deeper into me as I squirmed against his fingers, slurping on his cock. He slowly slid a second and then a third finger into me, ever stretching my hole, readying me for his cock.
When he had got the fourth finger into my ass he pulled his cock out of my mouth and concentrated on my ass. He moved around to stand between my legs and held my cheeks apart with one hand as he finger fucked me harder and deeper. I couldn’t take much more of this and become to leak pre-cum, burying my face into the couch to stifle my moans, knowing I was going to blow a load anytime soon,
The shopkeeper kept fingering my hole but let go of my cheeks and I could hear him lubing and rubbering up and getting his rock hard cock ready for the assault my ass was about to take. I felt light headed just thinking about it, knowing this was going to be the biggest cock I had ever taken.
He removed his fingers from my ass and pulled my cheeks apart with the lubed fingers he had just been ploughing my ass with, and steadied his cock at my tight opening. I felt the tip of his cock resting against me as he began to push, gently at first, into my eager hole. I held my breath as I felt him begin to enter me and gasped as I felt the head slide into fuck hole. He held it there for what seemed an eternity, not pushing nor pulling out, allowing me to accustom myself to him being inside me. After some time he pushed further and further, filling my ass until I felt his hairy balls touching my ass. He held still again now that he was all the way in until he begun to slowly pull out. He pulled all the way out until he slipped out completely from my ass, making a delicious plopping sound as he did. He pushed his cock back to my hole and again plunged his full length deep into me, although all the fingering had opened me up and I took him all in without any discomfort.
Now that I was well and truly lubed and widened he began pounding and pounding, fucking the shit out of my tight little boy ass. This was everything I had dreamed, my own experience with a Blue Oyster Bar guy, hot, mature, hairy and very, very horny.
I couldn’t hold back and began to moan and groan, feeling my body quiver with every pounding stroke as he filled me with his cock, his hands gripping my tight around my waist, pulling me back onto him as I bucked my hips in rhythm.
I hadn’t touched my own cock once by this point but I could feel myself reaching the point of no return owing to the rubbing of my cock on the leather couch and I arched my back up slightly to allow me to start tugging away furiously to release the cum in my balls.
I felt the shopkeeper begin to quicken and harden the pace even more, hearing his breath get shorter as I realised he was about to cum as well.
A few short thrusts later I let fly a volley of cum, splashing up all over my stomach and over the couch and felt the shopkeeper grip my waist hard, almost to the point of pain.
He leant forward and bit me gently on the neck as I felt him cum, pushing as hard as he could into me as he also let loose the contents of those hot, hairy balls I had been licking.
Finally, he collapsed on top of me, his hot sweaty body and mine laying together as we recovered from what was the best fuck I had ever had.
When we had both caught a breath, he rolled over and asked my name and a little bit about me. I told him about the Blue Oyster Bar and how long I had fantasised about guys like him and how I was hoping to meet plenty in my short stay in New York.
He told me he knew plenty of bars and clubs like that, and that he would be happy to be my guide around the city. He also told me he had a long term partner who allowed him to play away, although never with the same guy twice, unless they were both involved and asked whether I’d be interested in a threesome sometime.
I took his number, changed into my other clothes and took my new purchases home, the smell of sweat and cum wafting out from the bag on the subway home. Shopping has never been so much fun!
THE END