Public Leather
It was late September and had been a real hot and sticky summer but tonight was foggy and rainy. Now with the rain and fog it seemed more like the whole city was a big steam room. It was only Wednesday, but the first three days of the work week had been hell. It didn't seem like the rain and fog had cooled my apartment off any and to make matters worse, my fuck buddy had called and canceled.
I was not in the best of moods and felt the need to go out and have a few cold beers. I didn't feel like taking a cab downtown to any of heavy duty men's cruise bars. Since it was the middle of the week, they wouldn't be very busy anyway. There was a biker bar just a couple blocks from my apartment. I had not spent any time there, but it always had the heavy smell of leather experienced just walking by. The times that I had been by there it seemed like the bikers didn't have a problem with the way anyone who wore their leather, as long as no club colors were worn.
The bar was in neutral territory, so they didn't allow colors. As far as the leather dress goes, you'd see all kinds, from the standard leather for riding to full erotic leather with most everything hanging out. Now, the only thing I needed to decide on was which I wanted to wear. I opted for the erotic look: sleeveless jacket, harness, studded cod, chaps, engineering work boots, cuff pouch, hand cuffs. To top the look off, I put a navy blue hankie on my short cropped hair.
I left my apartment and decided to walk, since it was so close and my neighborhood was very liberal. I got some really hot stares from so most of the masculine men I met on the way, due to the leather I had on (or lack thereof).
When I walked into the bar, its interior was real dark and pungent with the smell of leather. The bar was packed, which I thought was very unusual for a Wednesday night. When I finally got up to the bar, I ordered a cold long neck light. As I drank my beer, I cruised all the studs in leather. I turned back to the bar. As I looked into the mirror above the bar I saw this real hot stud looking at me.
He was dressed in a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans torn at the crotch, work boots and a studded collar. There was a great tattoo on his well formed bicep and he looked somewhere in his late thirties to mid forties with salt and pepper hair, beard and dark eyes. This is just the type of man to make me forget the rotten week.
I kept looking in mirror watching the man. Then I turned and looked directly at him and he quickly looked down. When the man finished his beer, he started toward the wait station that I was standing next to. As he got closer the hotter he looked. As packed as the bar was he has to stand right next to me. While he is waiting for the bartender, I looked at his tattoo, it was of a real hot Indian chief in full head dress. The man turned and asked if I need another beer. I was ready, so I said "Yes". The bartender came over and the man ordered two Bud Lights. We just stood and drank our beers. He finished his quickly, like he was real nervous. He asked me if I was ready for another, I just stood and stared at him as I finished my beer than walked outside. I walked down the alley beside the bar and unzipped my cod. As I pull my cock it begins to swell in the cool foggy night air. I then let loose of a hot load of piss against the brick wall of the bar.
As I'm pissing, I see a shadow out of the corner of my eye. The shadow starts to take form and I see it's the guy I had been cruising in the bar. I pull my handcuffs out of there pouch and I just keep pissing and watching him come closer. When he gets close enough, I grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall where my hot piss is still steaming.
At first he struggled but soon realized I out weighed him by about fifty pounds. I forced his head into my musky pit he tried to pull away, but soon saw that the muscles in my arms were stronger than his neck muscles. He started to bite my pit thinking that will get me . . . . . .
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