Sunday, June 15, 2014

The Bohemians - Road Trip (Part 1)

Friday afternoon was turning out to be as muggy, hot an uncomfortable as any Kurt remembered.  The occasional cloud offered only mild relief from the hot early summer sun.

As Kurt left the furniture store around 4:30pm and headed to the parking lot.  He had the weekend off for a change since he worked evening's during the week.  Shoppers liked the cooler temperatures of the evenings and he liked the hours since for some reason couples rarely made decisions on furniture purchases alone.   As he walked to the parking lot, a slight breeze offered him a welcome relief from the oppressive atmosphere.  He thought about going out that night, hoping to meet up with Max or one of the other members of the Bohemians, but the idea of wearing leather in this heat didn't appeal.

As he neared his car he heard the low growl of a motorcycle getting closer.  He looked toward the street at the same moment the big shiny black Harley Davidson rumbled into the parking lot.  The rider was dressed in denim and a T-shirt, his face concealed behind the reflective visor of his helmet and he maneuvered the hulking bike directly into Kurt's path, stopping right in front of him.

"You got plans for the weekend?" Max said as he removed his helmet.

Kurt suppressed a grin as he answered.  "Not really, too fucking hot to do anything but stay inside."

"Nonsense", Max replied.  "You're coming with me and a few of the club brothers on a small road trip."

Kurt's eyes lit up.  "Road trip? I haven't got a bike."

"That's not a problem.  I'll be by your place to pick you up at 6:00.  We need to be on the road while it's still light."

Kurt quickly gave Max his address and then turned to his car as Max rode away.  He felt a stirring in his crotch as the rumble of the bike's engine receded into the distance.

A road trip?

Max, Rudy and Hector were waiting outside Kurt's apartment building promptly at 6:00.  They were all dressed similar to Max, just jeans and t-shirts and leather harness boots.  Hector was riding a big Honda, tricked out with lots of chrome and running lights.  On the seat behind him sat Billy, wearing jeans and lace up military boots.  His shirt was tucked under him and his skin glowed with the beginnings of a tan.

Kurt stopped momentarily and took the scene in.  "Where are we headed?"

Max tossed a helmet to Kurt as he replied, "Mother's place south of here near Hearsford."

"Mother?" You mean your family has a farm down there?"

Hector let out a hearty laugh, "No pinche pendejo!  Mother is Sal.  He inherited his uncle's farm down there."

"We are going down to clean it up for the club run next month," Max added.  "It will give you a chance to get the lay of the land, literally!"

They all chuckled.  Kurt put his helmet on and then looked around not knowing what to do next.

Max pointed to the back of the big black Harley as he dismounted.  "You get my 'bitch seat' but don't get any ideas."

Kurt stepped up and mounted the bike and strapped the helmet under his chin.  Max followed climbing astride the big machine. Kurt leaned into Max and asked, "I've never done this before, what do I do?"

"Just hold on to me and when I lean to the right, just put your head over my right shoulder, when I lean left, over my left shoulder.  That way you won't throw me off balance."

As max hot the ignition the big Harley rumbled to life. Instinctively, Kurt held on to Max's waist as the bike pulled out of the parking lot. Having Max sitting between his legs was incredibly erotic, and combined with the vibrations of the bike Kurt had an erection in no time. As they rode out of the city and onto the highway, Max relaxed a little and leaned back.  His body pressing against Kurt felt good and did nothing to reduce Kurt's hard-on.

It was only a couple of hours to Mother's farm but the last 12 miles were over hard packed gravel farm road.  Kurt was glad for the helmet and his harness boots as the gravel pelted him.  When they at last slowed down, they paused in front of a gate.

Billy jumped off Hector's bike and ran over and unlocked the rusty padlock that fastened the chain holding the gate closed. Then he pulled it open wide enough for the bikes to enter.  The three big motorcycles slowly rode over the cattle crossing and onto the property. Billy dutifully closed the gate and refastened the lock.

As he remounted Hector's bike, Kurt could not help admiring Billy's firm ass and remembering how amazing it had looked back in Sal's shop opening up for Sal's muscular arm.

In a few minutes they arrived at a worn old farmhouse situated in a clearing.  On the porch was Sal, sitting in a rocker sipping from a cold bottle of Pepsi.  He was dressed pretty much like the other guys, jeans and t-shirt.
"Well howdy kids!" Sal called from the porch.

As the three bikes parked next to a big black and white Harley 3-wheeler that looked like it had once been a police bike.  As the motors stopped, and the men climbed off the bikes, Kurt still felt the tingling vibration of the motorcycle.  His legs were a bit stiff and his butt was sore from the ride.  As they walked up to the porch, Max noticed the way Kurt was moving and slapped his ass.
"Butt still buzzing from the ride?"

Kurt turned and grinned sheepishly.

"you'll get used to it," Max said, "I even get sore from a long ride, just comes with the territory."
Hector had opened the cooler sitting on the porch and pulled out a couple of small brown bottles.  He tossed one to Billy.

"What are drinking, Kurt?"

"Whatever you are having," Kurt replied and Hector threw him a bottle of Bohemia.

"Right out of Mexico my friend!" Hector said with pride.  "Appropriate name for us too, no?"

He walked over and opened the bottle for Kurt with his Swiss Army knife.  "No fucking EZ open caps in Mexico!"

Kurt chuckled and put the cold bottle to his lips.  He was unprepared for the yeasty taste of the cold beverage.
"That's real beer my friend," Hector said, "not that horse piss from Colorado!"

Max had seated himself on the edge of the porch and was drinking a can of Dr. Pepper.  He turned to Sal and asked, " so other than clearing the brush out of the camping area, what is left to do?"

Sal stood and strolled to the edge of the porch, "Well, I cleaned out the old pole barn and got a slab of concrete poured for the floor.  It should serve as the cook house once I get the grills moved in there."  He took another sip of his drink.

"Other than that we level up a spot for the porta-potties I am having delivered and run extension cords to them for lights."

Max nodded in agreement and put his arm around Kurt.  "Luckily, we have extra help today."

"So I see."  Sal replied, "but I don't see a pledge patch on him?"

"I suspect by the end of the weekend you will," Max said as he hugged Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt was stunned.  Pledge?  Sounded like a frat thing.

Rudy walked up to him and looked him up and down in an exaggerated manner. "Max, Sir,  I gotta wonder if this boy has it in him to pledge our club?"

Hector laughed, "Oh I bet he has had it in him already with Max around."

Before the weekend was over, Kurt would find out exactly what Billy meant.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

The Bohemians - Practice Makes Perfect

The leather tresses of the flogger left slight impressions on the pillowcase.  Kurt had propped a pillow up about shoulder height on a couple of suitcases against the wall and he was practicing throwing the new flogger.  Each swing he gained a little more control over the long leather strips that fell from the heavy braided handle. It hadn't come cheap, but Rudy had assured him if he bought a good flogger he would use it for years.

This one was choice. Made of elk hide it had a deceptive softness to the tresses, but swung with the proper control they could deliver everything from a light caress to a sharp thud.  Right now Kurt was still working on just keeping the tresses together as he swung the flogger. The pillow was a target and would react somewhat like a human target with a little give as the leather strips smacked against it.

His toughest challenge was keeping all 22 of them together as he swung the flogger through the air.  When he began it looked like a bouquet of ribbons flying all different directions in a kinetic madness that in no way resembled the controlled bundle of leather that an experienced flogger would command.  Luckily, Rudy and Max had both spent some time with him showing him the basics.

Kurt still felt clumsy and he was tempted to just give up but as he looked at the pillowcase, he saw the slight smudge of leather dye that was left with each stroke was beginning to have a pattern.

He recognized that as similar to the one left on his back by Max when he was demonstrating his flogging technique on him.

Though Kurt was hesitant at first, he trusted Max and as Max had assured him, knowing what a flogger feels like on the receiving end is as important as knowing how to swing it.

Roles meant nothing if you wanted to learn the skills needed to become what Max called a "quality player".  Max made it clear that Tops could bottom for the experience or for that matter for the pleasures of receiving a good flogging.  "After all, Max said, "you're the Top, and if you want to do it who the hell is going to tell you, 'you can't'?"

The instructions had been gradual, giving Kurt a chance to get used to not only the skill but the sensations.  In Max's hand, the flogger was a versatile tool and his carefully aimed strokes felt like a vigorous massage to Kurt, though once the intensity was ramped-up, it took a few seconds to recover from each hit.  His body processed the sensations, triggering a chemical reaction that both acted as an analgesic and a stimulant.  When it was over, Kurt felt invigorated, tingly, and horny as hell.

Of course it helped that Max was teaching him wearing only a jock strap and boots.  When he was finished, and he embraced Kurt to steady him as he came down from the restraints that held him to the cross, Kurt felt Max's hard cock straining through the jock.  He turned to face Max, and was met with his confident grin and a slight whiff of body odor that made his knees weak.  Max, sensing this, helped him to the floor and once on his knees He pressed Kurt's face into the sweaty jock.  This wasn't submission to Max but a reward for his courage.  Kurt greedily accepted the reward and soon had Max's rigid cock out of the jock and into his mouth.

Max smiled at him and fed him the hard tool.  Kurt stroked his own dick while devouring Max and as he felt Max's large balls start to tighten up to his body, He felt his own orgasm flood through him.  Max cock shot three or four strong streams of hot cum into Kurt's mouth simultaneously with Kurt's own orgasm.  His dick shot hot white cum all over Max's boots.  Before Max could say anything Kurt finished sucking the hard cock dry and then dropped to Max's bots and cleaned up his own load.

Max chuckled, "Damn you are polite, too."  Watching Kurt lick the shiny black leather of his boots, "you clean up your own mess! Good manners."

Kurt looked up at Max, cum dripping from his chin and grinned as well.  "My moma taught me to always clean up after myself."

Later that night as Max and Kurt shared a couple of beers, cuddling on the sofa in Max's cozy apartment.

"You have a lot of promise, Kurt."

"Thanks Max," he clinked his beer bottle to Max's.  "I have a good teacher."

"Well you have the start of a nice toy bag, too"  Max picked up Kurt's flogger.

"Jean doesn't make these for just anyone you know."  Max ran his fingers over the intricate braiding of the flogger's handle and let his fingers trace around the bulbous Turk's Head knots that capped each end of the shaft.

"These take hours to do with this kind of precision."  He admired Jean's handiwork.  She was a legendary whip-maker, and her floggers were expensive, but they lasted a lifetime.

Kurt ran his fingers over the soft tresses, "She measured me to make it.  Said it was important that the falls were long enough to control well, but not too long to wear on my belt."

"She did the same thing for me with all of mine." Max gestured to the collection of floggers he had brought out for Kurt's instruction.  There must have been eight or nine and considering each one cost almost $300 each, it represented a significant investment.  Lawyers like Max could afford that, but for Kurt his first one was a big chunk out of his salary.  Still after he got used to handling it he recognized why her work was in such demand.

"The truth is, "Max said looking serious for a moment, "I only end up using three or four of them.  The rest are just because I have a whip fetish!"

As they both relaxed and sipped from the cold bottles, Kurt realized that the time after the scene was as important as the scene itself.  This camaraderie and easy closeness that Max was sharing with him was both intimate and uniquely masculine, and this was a big part of what he had been seeking.  More than just being in the company of men, Kurt reveled in this intimacy.  This is what the brotherhood of leather was about.  Not just the fetish, the outfits, the rough play and of course the sex, but the confident manliness of two men relaxing after sex and play in each other's embrace.

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

The Bohemians - After the Party

(This is part of an ongoing story I am writing.  It's erotic fiction intended for adults.  The time period is somewhere in the late 1970's so some of what goes on might be considered unsafe today.  Additionally, I have tried to keep things realistic.  Most of the events and activities are drawn from my experience and though this is far from autobiographic, it is all real in that it can and does go on in the world of leather.  Enjoy!)

Three in the morning saw Kurt, Rudy and Max devouring plates of waffles and bacon at the diner not far from the clubhouse.  All three had worked up an appetite and since the next day was Sunday, nobody was worried about getting up early.

Max took a drink from his coffee mug then looked at Kurt. “Seems like you managed to fit right in tonight.”

Kurt nodded, finishing a mouthful of waffle. “I had a lot of help.  Rudy gave me a lot of pointers and didn’t seem to mind that I am so green.”

Max and Rudy laughed.

“Rudy should be able to give you pointers,” Max said.  “He is one of the best Tops I know.”

Kurt almost dropped his fork.

“I always like to switch when we have an up and coming Top in our playroom,” Rudy chuckled.  “It lets me know if they have any promise or are just a ‘wannabe’.”  He took another bite of bacon.  “You, Sir are the real deal.”

Kurt was speechless.  He had figured Rudy was just a friendly bottom who was willing to give a newcomer a try.  He never expected this.

Max looked up at Kurt. “Hell, Kurt, everyone bottoms sometime.  How else would you know what you were doing?  Besides, you can really spot talent from the receiving end, and Rudy thinks you have talent.”

Kurt was still speechless.  He had no idea he was being evaluated, and by another Top!

“Don’t worry,” Rudy said, reaching out and laying his hand on Kurt’s arm, “you didn’t screw up at all, and frankly I had a great time.  But I guess my dick gave that away?”

Max and Rudy laughed, watching Kurt for a reaction.

“I am glad I didn’t know any of this before,” Kurt said, “or I would never have been able to get through it, much less get my cock hard.”

He took a sip of coffee and then looked at Rudy again.

“So all that ‘yes Sir’ stuff was just an act?”

Rudy looked him in the eye.  “Oh hell no. When I am bottoming to someone, I always give them benefit of the doubt.  And once you started in on my ass and I was bent over your knee, I fell into the role pretty easily.”  Rudy moved closer to Kurt, his voice dropping a bit as he spoke, “while we were playing, I felt the energy in you, and it was easy to be your boy.  Something clicked in you, and you took command and that is a powerful stimulant.”

“I still feel like I have so much more to learn.” Kurt said, his voice quivering.

Max chimed in, “Oh you do, but I have a feeling you’re going to be the kind of leatherman that will have boys flocking to you in no time.”

Rudy added, “And a few Tops as well!  Now, if you don’t have any plans, I would love to see what you are like in a more private setting.”  He smiled and the twinkle in his eye let Kurt know he was serious.

As they left the diner, Max mounted his bike and kicked the starter.  It rumbled to life as he took off his cap.  He tucked the cap into the saddlebag and put a shiny black helmet on the turned to Kurt and Rudy.

“See you two soon, I hope.”  He then gunned the throttle and the big black Harley roared off down the deserted street.

Rudy turned to Kurt, “Why don’t you follow me, I promise I won’t lose you.”

They returned to their cars and Kurt followed Rudy off into the pre-dawn darkness.

Rudy lived in an old building several miles from the clubhouse.  It was a part of the city that realtors would describe as “transitional”.  Formerly populated with small businesses and a few scattered apartments, the neighborhood was changing.  Gay men and lesbians were moving in, drawn by the inexpensive rent and quirky architecture they were already having an impact on the neighborhood.

His place, was actually in a storefront, just off the main street.  He had remodeled the front to appear more like a residence, including a decorative iron gate over the door.  Inside it was clean and Spartan.  Wood floors had been refinished and shined, the rough brick of the walls and the ornamental tin ceiling tiles contrasted to the sleek modern furnishings.  Rudy had good taste, and most likely a good job to afford this kind of residence but Kurt didn’t ask about that, he was drawn to Rudy’s easy mannerisms and sexy body.  He was also curious just what would happen now that they were alone.

Rudy tossed his jacket over a chair and walked into the kitchen.

“You want anything to drink?”

Kurt waited in the living area and called out, “No thanks, I’m stuffed from breakfast.”

As Rudy walked back in carrying a bottle of water, “well maybe we can stuff you with something else now that we are alone?”  He laughed at his own joke, putting Kurt at ease.

Kurt was removing his jacket when Rudy wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss.  Pulling Kurt against his body and grabbing Kurt’s ass.

“Let’s get out of these clothes and slip into the shower.”  Kurt whispered.

They left a trail of clothing all the way to the bathroom where Rudy walked into a big shower with a glass partition.  The floor was tile, but the walls were rough stone, and the shower head had a shining chrome hose attached to it.  Rudy turned to face Kurt as he finished the last of the water from the plastic bottle.

“You were fucking hot tonight, Kurt”

Kurt looked at Rudy’s tight naked body and nodded. “You would be hot any night, Rudy.”

Rudy moved closer to Kurt, their cocks already erect brushed against each other.

“You really do have the makings of a damned good Top,” Rudy said.  “So how about I thank you properly, and christen you at the same time?”

Kurt smiled and took Rudy’s firm cock in his hand.  He stroked it a bit before dropping to his knees.

Rudy looked down at him. “you know what comes next?”

Kurt smiled, then he licked the head of Rudy’s dick. “I have a pretty good idea, and since you have been drinking water all night, I think it’s time you showed me.”

Rudy closed his eyes, working to relax just enough to open up.  He felt the strong push of urine as it ran through his erect dick.

Kurt saw Rudy’s cock twitch as first a thin dribble and then a strong stream of warm piss shot toward Kurt.  It splashed over his chest and ran down his body.  The warm liquid felt wonderful as he moved his face lower to let Rudy’s piss splash his face.  Then opening his mouth he let it fill up, then looked up at Rudy who smiled as Kurt spit the piss back drenching Rudy’s chest.

Kurt couldn’t keep his hand off his own cock, and was stroking his piss slick shaft as Rudy filled his mouth again and again.  Some he swallowed, and some he spit back onto Rudy all the time looking directly into his eyes with a fiery stare.

“Fuck that is so hot!” Kurt said between mouthfuls.

Rudy paused and reached down, pulling Kurt to his feet.  He kissed his piss soaked lips and explored Kurt’s mouth with his tongue.

“Sometimes everyone likes to bottom, don’t they?”

Kurt just nodded and dropped back on his knees.

Rudy managed to reward him with one more long stream of steaming piss before he shoved his cock into Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt sucked his shaft deep, savoring the salty piss, knowing the next reward would be much more fun.

Rudy pulled Kurt to him, ramming his dick down Kurt’s throat as he began fucking his mouth.  His balls slapped Kurt’s chin making wet slapping sounds.  Kurt was stroking his own dick while he worked on Rudy’s.   He knew at this rate he wouldn’t last long, and he had other plans for his load, so he slowed down enough to prevent a premature conclusion to the evening.

Rudy was too far gone to stop.  He thrust again and again into Kurt’s mouth, occasionally making him gag, but nothing too severe.  He felt his balls contract and a familiar stirring between his legs.  He was on the verge of cumming and he pulled his cock out of Kurt’s mouth.

Kurt understood, and just opened his mouth, his eager tongue awaiting what Rudy offered.
“Oh fuck!” Rudy cried, “I’m cumming.”

Kurt felt the first shot of hot cum as it missed his mouth and hit his cheeks, then he adjusted his position and got the full force of the next three.  His tongue was covered with cum as he swallowed all he could then moved close to lick Rudy’s dick clean.

“Of damn, that is sensitive!” Rudy tried to pull away, but Kurt grabbed his ass and held him firm.

“Oh fuck that is intense!” Rudy begged for mercy as he tried to pull away.  “Please Sir, have mercy on me.”

Hearing that word “Sir” again made Kurt more eager than ever, and he sucked Rudy’s sensitive dick until it deflated in his mouth.  Then he let go of Rudy’s ass and pulled away.

“Now it’s my turn.” He looked up at Rudy with a sly grin.  Then getting to his feet, he turned Rudy toward the rock wall of the shower and bent him forward.  He roughly pushed his fingers into Rudy’s ass and felt the slight resistance of his hole.

“You got any lube?” Kurt whispered in Rudy’s ear.

“Right behind you next to the sink.”

Kurt grabbed the bottle of lube and shot a generous amount onto his fingers. He roughly smeared the slippery substance against Rudy’s ass and then into his tight hole.  Rudy responded with a deep groan and pushed his beautiful round ass back onto Kurt’s fingers.

Kurt smeared the remaining lube on his hard throbbing dick and pressed into Rudy.  He felt the swollen head of his cock as it popped past the tight ring of muscle and then deep into Rudy’s ass.

“Of fuck yes!” Rudy groaned as Kurt started fucking him faster.

Kurt was holding his butt as he slammed in, feeling his cock drive home into that hot channel of Rudy’s butt.  He was an animal, grunting and thrusting, taking his pleasure as he pounded deep with each stoke.

He slapped Rudy’s wet ass as he kept fucking.

“Fuck yes, Sir!”  Rudy cried breathlessly.

That word again and it sent Kurt over the edge.

He held his cock deep in Rudy’s ass as he exploded.  Feeling his whole body quake with each spurt,  Kurt held Rudy tight and waited for the waves of sensation to wash over him.

He pulled Rudy up as his softening dick slid from his cum filled ass.  Rudy turned and grabbed his head, kissing him deeply.

“God damn you can fuck!” Rudy said as he broke their kiss.

“Good thing we are in the shower already,” Kurt said.  “ I think I must smell like piss.”

They both laughed as Rudy turned on the shower and they moved under the warm spray.

Thursday, May 01, 2014

The Bohemians - The Party (part 2)

Kurt sipped his 7Up and caught his breath.

"It's kind of overwhelming the first time, isn't is?" Rudy was watching Kurt's reaction.

"That obvious I'm new, huh?"

"Everybody starts somewhere." Rudy replied. "It's not like they teach this stuff in school."

Kurt found Rudy's words comforting. "I just know I have so much to learn, and no idea where to begin."

Rudy looked at his watch. "I get off my bar tending shift in ten minutes, I'd be happy to help show you the ropes, so to speak."

Kurt laughed. "I thought you guys were supposed to be all severe and unapproachable?"

"That's just our PR you've been listening to. We can be a real friendly crowd once we get to know you." Rudy laid his hand on Kurt's leg.

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.  "Well, it's good to get to know you, Rudy."

Rudy squeezed Kurt's thigh and then got back up as a couple of members arrived.

Kurt walked back into the dungeon and moved through the darkened space, taking in each scene that was unfolding before him.  The spotlights on the equipment highlighted the men using it and gave an almost theatrical look to the room.  Kurt realized that there were elements of theater in the activities he saw.  After all, it was in reality just a big warehouse, but the music, the lighting and the extreme activities changed it into whatever the people playing together imagined.

They could be in a prison, being roughed up by a hunky guard, or a medieval dungeon being tortured by a grand Inquisitor.  It was real and physical, but it was also a fantasy and it was a fantasy that had his cock straining at the fabric of his jock.

Kurt felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to face Rudy.

"So, where would you like to begin?"  Rudy's hand had moved from Kurt's shoulder to his waist and then lower, rubbing gently over the fabric of his jeans.

Kurt enjoyed the attention, and from a good looking guy like Rudy, even more so.

"I didn't bring any equipment."

Rudy turned Kurt towards him.  He reached down and took both his hands in his.  Lifting them he said, "you brought these, and I can think of a lot of things the can do."
Kurt smiled at him, his eyes sparkling in the dim ambient light.

Rudy continued, "so I was thinking these big hands might be just the thing my ass needs tonight."

"You mean fisting?"

Rudy grinned, "not tonight, I am not cleaned out.   Was thinking more of a bare-hand bare-assed spanking.  Always gets my motor going."

Something in Kurt suddenly switched on.  The suggestion and his already aroused state caused a shift in his attitude. He went from being the shy newcomer to a more assertive man with definite plans for the hunky boy in front of him.  He pulled Rudy into a passionate kiss.

"Let's find a spot," Kurt whispered, "I want to make your ass glow!"

Rudy pulled Kurt deeper into the warehouse and found a vacant bench.

"I want you to turn my ass red, Sir."  Rudy was already shedding his clothes.

Kurt was already excited, but hearing Rudy call him "Sir" really got to him. He liked it and he slipped into the role easily.

"Since this is the first time we've played," Rudy said, "I'll let you know what is working for me and what is not.  Is that suitable to you, Sir?"

"That's just fine, boy."  The words formed before Kurt could even think about them.

Kurt straddled the bench and pulled Rudy toward him.  Rudy's thick cock was already firm as Kurt positioned him over his knee.  Rudy reached down holding Kurt's leg pushing forward so his ass was at the right position for Kurt to spank it.

After rubbing the smooth skin of Rudy's butt, Kurt gave it a few light smacks.

"Don't be afraid to get heavier, Sir.  My ass is made of leather!"

Kurt took the cue and began slapping each cheek of Rudy's ass one after the other alternating left and right. Rudy squirmed on Kurt's knee, his hard cock pressed against his leg.

"How's that feeling, boy?"

"Getting better and better, Sir."
Kurt slowed his pace but increased his force, cupping his palm slightly so each swat made a resounding pop.  Though it was not well lit, he could already see the red handprints showing up on Rudy's pale ass.

"Aw damn that feel good, Sir," Rudy moaned.  His voice was more raspy and his breathing was faster.

Kurt was loving this.  He continued spanking Rudy but occasionally paused to feel the heat coming from his skin. Rudy's hands were busy as well, one held onto Kurt's leg for support but the other was caressing the hard bulge in Kurt's jeans.

Kurt began stroking Rudy's legs and thighs before each slap, sweeping up to his butt and then smacking down hard of each cheek.  He liked the idea of a caress followed by the hard swat.  Rudy's moans let him know he liked it, too.  His hard cock was also liking it, leaking precut all over Kurt's knee.

"You like this, boy?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good, me too!"  Kurt chuckled, but now his laugh had a sexy quality he had never known before.

Rudy was writhing and bucking and Kurt intuitively knew he was near a stopping point.  He paused and held Rudy firmly on his knee.  He ran his hand across Rudy's glowing ass and trailed down to his legs. Reaching between them he pulled Rudy's throbbing cock back where he could stroke it.

"Oh thank you, Sir." Rudy was really enjoying it. "Permission to thank you properly, Sir?"

Kurt had an inkling as to what would follow, so he pulled Rudy up, and gently lowered him to the floor where he knelt between Kurt's legs.
"You go right ahead and thank me however you want, boy."

And Rudy did.  He swiftly unbuttoned Kurt's jeans and fished his hard dick out through he fly.  Like a hungry animal he devoured his cock, sucking it all the way into his throat.

"Damn, boy!" Kurt had never gotten a blow job like this one before.

Rudy was an artist with his mouth, and his tongue was swirling around the head of Kurt's cock with each stroke.  In no time, Kurt felt the familiar stirring below his balls.

"I'm gonna cum, boy!"

Ruddy pulled off just long enough to speak, "I'm counting in it, Sir!"
With that he dove back onto Kurt's shaft as he shot a stream of hot semen directly into Rudy's throat.  He held Rudy's head while his orgasm receded. Then he released him and bent down to kiss his cum soaked lips.

Rudy broke the kiss and breathlessly spoke, "you are a natural, Sir!"

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Bohemians - The Party

The next day pretty much flowed like the last that is until around 5:30 when Kurt looked up to greet a new customer and came face to face with Max.  He was dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, looking very different from the leatherman he had been watching in the bar, but the face was unmistakable.  The drooping handlebar mustache and his confident smile and square jaw looked slightly out of place in the casual business outfit, but still announced Max was all man.

Kurt stammered, "is there something I can help you with?"

Max just smiled and shook Kurt's hand.  "the name's Max, and I've seen you out at the bar quite a lot lately."

Kurt nodded "I'm Kurt."

Max cut in, "I need a set of bookshelves.  Something traditional"

Kurt reverted to the salesman and escorted Max to a row of several traditional styled bookcases near the back of the store.

"It's for my office.  I need something that can hold a lot of books and just screams 'lawyer'."

Kurt turned, "Lawyer? But I thought…"

"You thought just because I am a Bohemian I don't have a real job?"

Kurt blushed as he answered, "Well I guess you can't judge a book by its cover."

Max chuckled, "Everyone has a day job, Kurt."

After a few minutes Max selected a pair of matching rosewood bookcases and as he was taking his credit card back from Kurt he returned it into his wallet, the paused.  Pulling a business card out he handed it to Kurt."

Kurt expected a business card of a lawyer but he saw in his hands a card with the Bohemians' logo and the name Max Gentry.  Below it was the title "Run Captain".

"We're having a party next weekend and Sal tells me you are interested in getting more involved. Come by the clubhouse around 11:00pm on Saturday.  Show this at the door and you're in.  It will give you a chance to see if you fit in."

Kurt thanked Max and tucked the card safely in his own wallet.

The rest of the day was a blur.  All Kurt could think about was getting to actually party with the Bohemians, though he really had no idea what kind of party to expect.

That afternoon, he dropped by the local hardware store and bought a short length of chrome chain.  Once home, he used a pair of pliers to pry apart one of the links and then attach both ends together forming a short loop of glistening chrome chain.  He then took out his leather jacket and threaded the loop through the left epaulet and snapped it closed.  He tried on the jacket before his mirror and liked what he saw.  He knew from reading Drummer magazine that the chain on the left shoulder meant he was a Top, just in case anyone was confused.  Symbols meant a lot to these guys, not so much for anything ceremonial, but to cut through the small talk and advertise.

Keys on the left, chain, hankies they all gave a clear signal what the wearer was into.  It made things much more efficient before investing a lot of time cruising another guy only to find he was looking for exactly what you were looking for.   Besides in a dark bar with music blaring, non-verbal communication seemed like a good idea.

Kurt was nervous and turned on at the same time.  He ended up jerking off before getting dressed just to ease his nerves and relieve the persistent hardon he had when wearing leather.  He showered, and cleaned out just in case someone was interested in his ass, and laid out his clothes.

Jeans.  Worn but not ragged.  T-shirt, plain white and a little tight to show off the work he had been doing at the gym.  A jock, used but clean. Then came the boots.  He had a pair of solid black Doc Martin's that would pass for the military style boots most of the other leathermen wore.  By the time he had dressed his dick was straining at his jeans again, but he looked like he would fit in well enough at this gathering.  No vest or colors.  Not a club member yet and he didn't want to show up over dressed.

On the way to the address he had been given, he stopped at a fast food drive through and grabbed a small burger and a soda.  He figured he wouldn't get much in the way of food tonight, but from everything he had read, food was not what these kinds of events were about.

He ate in his car, and then headed off to an industrial part of town.  The street signs were harder to read as he left any signs of commerce behind and traveled down deserted streets lined with warehouses.  Up ahead he saw a few other cars parked,  and a couple of men standing under a street lamp smoking cigarettes.  He assumed correctly that this must be the address, since it was the only building on the block that had any signs of life.  As he drew closer, he saw that both men wore leather jackets and sported motorcycle caps.  Near the building he saw a line of motorcycles parked, at least a dozen of them.  This was the place.
He parked near the end of the building in a space on the street.  Sitting in his car, he gulped the last of the soda and watched.  Kurt was debating whether or not to get out and approach the building.  He was intimidated by the guys outside and the array of motorcycles.  Most of them were Harley Davidson, with a smattering of Hondas and one that he recognized as a vintage Indian.  He had come this far, might as well go in and at least look around.

Exiting his car he walked past the two men under the streetlamp.  They nodded at him as he passed and he continued to the door.  There was a short flight of steps to the entrance since the whole building was built at loading dock height.  He heard music from inside and could see light leaking out through the shuttered windows.

At the top of the stairs was a simple metal door, once painted red, but now rusted in spots, it had the address painted on it.  He pulled it open and the sounds from inside washed over him along with the faint odor of cigar smoke.

Inside he was greeted by a short man dressed in leather chaps, a jock and a vest.  He smiled at Kurt and held out a hand.  Kurt reached into his wallet and produced the card Max had given him.

"Oh you are the guy Max told me about." He waved Kurt into the small lobby of the building,  "this is where you schmooze, socialize and if you need something to drink see Rudy the bartender." He motioned to a guy standing behind a small table with a few bottles of liquor and a big tub of ice.  There was also a cooler on the floor stuffed with sodas and some water.

"The playroom is through the black door and there are shelves for your clothes and gear just to the right inside.  And make sure you have your stuff covered when you come in here." He affected a Brooklyn accent, "We's civilized you know?"

Kurt smiled and wandered in still trying to adjust to exactly what he was seeing.  There were a few men in various states of undress standing around talking and smoking cigars mostly.  He approached the bartender and looked at the bottles.

"What will you have?" The man smiled.  "I'm Rudy by the way, and you are?"

"Kurt, I am a friend of Max's"

"Oh yea I heard about you."

Kurt started to order a vodka and tonic but Rudy leaned close to him and spoke, "you might not want to drink any hard stuff this early, if you are going to play, you want to have your wits about you."

"You got 7-up?" Kurt asked.

Rudy leaned down grabbed a chilled green bottle and popped the top off with the church key hanging from his belt. "Good choice, Kurt."

Kurt started to open his wallet and Rudy blocked him with his hand. "No money here in the clubhouse. We don't have a license and besides you are a guest!"

Kurt took the bottle and nodded as he took a sip.

"Maybe later I can meet up with you in there." Rudy motioned to the door.  "Have fun!"

Kurt walked towards the black door and mustering up all his courage pulled it open.  Inside the music was slightly louder, but not like in the bars.  You could talk over this without yelling.  He also heard a variety of pops, snaps, thwacks and groans, and the air hung heavy with the scent of men and a slight odor of poppers and sex.

His eyes adjusted to the dark interior and he saw that there were spotlights pointed at various pieces of equipment arranged around the sides of the warehouse space.  It wasn't huge, but it was big enough that the 30 or so men inside had plenty of room.  There were a row of slings down the middle of the space, each with a light hanging down above them and a small table beside each one.  One of them was occupied by what looked like one of the guys he had watched at Sal's leather shop.  He was spread wide with his feet in the stirrups and another man, naked with his arm buried deep in his ass.

Against the walls were wooden "X"s and functioned as support for several naked men shackled to them with leather cuffs.  Behind each man was another man, some dressed and others just wearing jeans.  They wielded big leather floggers and were smacking the backs of their partners.  With each thud the man on the cross responded, some with groans and others with muffled screams.

Kurt stood transfixed watching the scene before him.  He felt a hand move across his ass, then up to his shoulders.  A deep voice whispered in his ear, "why don't you take off your jacket and stay a while?"

He turned to see Max, closer than he had ever seen him.  He smiled, "there are shelves just over there by the door.  Your stuff will be safe."

He helped Kurt out of his jacket and led him over to the shelves.  After depositing his jacket Max once again encircled Kurt's shoulders.  He put his face close to Kurt's, so close Kurt could feel his mustache on his cheek.

"Welcome to our little world!"  Max's hand had slid back down Kurt's back and he started rubbing his ass.  "We are a friendly group, I hope you don't object to that."

Max then pulled Kurt to him and kissed him greedily on the mouth, his tongue exploring as his hand groped Kurt's ass.  Kurt kissed back just as eagerly, trying to not appear too eager.

Max broke the kiss and spoke again, "have a good look around and watch whatever you like.  You might get invited to join in if you are up for it, but no pressure."

Kurt's voice broke as he replied, "thanks, I guess I just need to get comfortable."

Max kissed him again, but this time it was just a small peck.  "I understand, it's a lot to take in for a first time.  I assume this is your first time at a party?"

Kurt nodded still slightly intoxicated from Max's lips and scent.

"Enjoy, and if you have any questions, ask me.  I have a feeling you might really have something to offer once you get your confidence up."

"Thanks Max."

He left and Kurt was alone again watching all the variety of hot rough sex going on.

He suddenly was startled by what sounded like a shotgun blast.

He turned to see a man with a long bull whip in an area farther away from the rest.  He was behind a naked man tied with rope to a bar hanging from a wench.  The bar was high enough that his feet were on the floor, but his arms were extended and his hands actually held onto the steel bar for support.

Kurt watched the bull whip as it slithered along the floor, the man holding it preparing for another swing.  He reared back, raising his arm about shoulder height and deftly flicked his arm forward.  As he snapped his wrist, the long leather whip flew through the air, like a snake striking its prey.  As it reached its full extension, there was another loud bang and the end of the whip dragged across the back of the naked target.  It seemed like the force of the whip was expended making the sound before the actual whip touched his back, but it was sufficient to leave a bright red whelp and an equally loud reaction from the man it hit.

Kurt was transfixed.

The man's back had a pattern of marks that looked like a herringbone criss-crossing his shoulders and back.  As he watched he noticed that some of the marks were actually seeping a little blood while others were just raised and red.

Instead of being shocked, Kurt was excited.  His dick was straining at his jeans and he was shaking with the rush of adrenaline almost as though he was the man being beat.  It didn't take a genius to realize that the man with the whip had spent countless hours honing his skill.  Kurt watched the scene with a combination of excitement and admiration.

He began to feel a little dizy, and realized he needed to sit down.  He turned and went back to the small room that served as a lobby and grabbed another 7-Up.  Sitting on a broken down sofa that was against one wall he just drank the soda and sweat.  Rudy sat down beside him.

"Having fun?"

Kurt turned to Rudy, wiped the sweat from his eyes and smiled, "yes I think I am!"

Sunday, April 27, 2014

The Bohemians - The Jacket

The work week dragged by, as Kurt did his best to concentrate on customer service and selling furniture.  He tried his best to ignore the fantasies that permeated his sleeping and waking hours.  It wasn't working very well.

The young couple he was helping was in the market for a bed and by the looks of them they would get a lot of use out of it.  She was a tall almost Nordic blond and he was a compact smaller guy with broad shoulders and long brown hair. They were looking at a sturdy Mission Style king sized bed and Kurt noticed that the Woman was examining the slats on the headboard.  She even grabbed one of them and tugged a bit at it.

"It's very sturdy construction." Kurt remarked, "hand crafted right here in California and meant to withstand a good deal of stress and years of use."  Not exactly the kind of value proposition he would normally use, but he had a feeling these two would be using those slats for more than supporting decorative pillows.

She smiled knowingly and then turned to her companion.  "Lay down and let's see how it feels."
He snapped to attention and sat down on the bed, turning and laying flat on his back. Then he raised his hands above his head.  Then he grabbed onto the slats.

She walked around the bed eyeing both the furniture and him.  "Oh that will work perfectly."

Kurt watched the guy on the bed, on his back, spread-eagle and briefly imagined him chained down with his clothes removed.  He closed his eyes for a moment.

"So I can have this delivered first of the week if you like it." 

The man looked up, his hands still holding the slats of the headboard and nodded.  Then the woman turned to Kurt.  

"Oh we like it", she smiled as she got uncomfortably close to Kurt, "any chance you could be delivered with it as well?"

She ran her finger down Kurt's shirt and then paused at his belt and began unbuckling it. 

"I bet you could really take charge of my husband for me."

Kurt chuckled nervously, "well thanks but I am afraid we don't offer that service."

"Don't offer delivery?"

His eyes snapped open and he saw the woman standing a few feet away, starring at him with a puzzled look.  Kurt pulled himself together and replied, "Oh sorry, of course we do, if you will step over to my desk I can get your address.  Will this be credit or check?

After that disturbing little daydream, Kurt knew he would have to do something about these desires.
On his way home from the store, he stopped at the Army Navy Surplus shop near his apartment.  He often browsed the store, looking for military style clothing, but today he wanted a jacket and he had seen the one in the window.  It was a black leather motorcycle jacket, with an attached waist belt, lots of zippered pockets and epaulets on the shoulders.   Kurt found his size, tried it on and bought it without even taking it off.

At his apartment, he stripped out of his clothes, put the jacket back on and stepped into the bathroom to examine himself in the mirror.  His cock had already sprung to attention and the sight of his lean frame and narrow hips exposed beneath the shiny black of the jacket. It left him with no option but to start stroking his dick.

He ended up on his bed, cock in hand, intoxicated by the feel and smell of the jacket.  Before long he felt the pressure in his groin as his orgasm built.  He stopped just in time, removing the jacket and spreading it on the bed he lay flat on it and rubbed his aching cock against the shiny black leather expanse of the back of the jacket.

It only took a couple of thrusts and his dick erupted shooting his hot cum all over the smooth cool leather.  He lay there for a few seconds, still intoxicated by the experience.  As he rose, he looked down at the ropes of cum that he had deposited on the jacket and without thinking, he pressed his face into it.  Lapping every drop of semen from the surface of the leather, savoring the feel of the hide on his tongue, he moaned as he swallowed his own cum.

Exhausted he collapsed onto the bed the now warm leather against his cheek and fell into a deep sleep.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Bohemians - First Steps

Weeks passed, and Kurt studied the members of the Bohemians from a distance.  He didn't feel confident enough to actually approach them.  He studied their attitudes and body language and he understood the confidence they displayed, Tops and bottoms.  Most of the guys wearing the club patch, a shield with a flogger and a fist on it were similar in one respect. They were masculine to the extreme.  Smoking cigars, joking and roughhousing, and of course occasionally corralling a hot guy for an impromptu scene on the bar's patio.

In 1978, there were still places in the city where guys could openly have rough sex and not worry about law enforcement.  Most of the places where it was allowed to take place were backed by organized crime and everyone knew it.  The draw of hot men, sex and the camaraderie of the leather bar made those concerns secondary.

Just outside the bar was a shop that specialized in leather gear, clothing and sex toys.  It was open late and some nights the crowd in there was almost as hot as the bar next door.  Kurt began to frequent the leather shop as well, buying a few odds and ends, but still not really understanding what he needed.

The shop owner was a heavy guy, shaved head and a big gold earring in his right ear.  He recognized Kurt as one of those guys who was not just a tourist.  He saw the longing in Kurt's eyes and knew he would someday be both a player, and a good customer.  Sal, smiled as he saw Kurt enter the shop around 11:30pm.   He was seated behind the counter at his usual roost on a tall stool.  Tonight he was using a pair of sheers to trim his fingernails.

Kurt nodded in his direction and approached.  Sal was one of the few people he had gotten the nerve to talk with.
"Never seen nail clippers that big before."

Sal grinned, "Well some guys accuse me of being a size queen."

Kurt chuckled.  "Why are you always trimming your nails?"

Sal stopped and looked at Kurt like a hawk watching an innocent rabbit nibble at the grass.

"It's for safety."

Kurt continued to look puzzled.

"Handballing with a hangnail is just not a pleasant thing," Sal said as he resumed his work.

Kurt tried to appear confident as he nodded. "Of course."

Sal put the shears down and turned to Kurt again. "Do you even know what I am talking about?"

Kurt's confidence melted.  "No, not really."

Sal sighed and then spoke in a softer clandestine voice. "It's sometimes called fisting.  That is one of my specialties and my nails need to be smooth when I reach my hand inside a guys ass."
Kurt turned pale.  "What?"

Sal pointed to a sling hung in the corner.

"I like to get a guy up in there, feet up in the stirrups and grease his ass up real slick, then I coat my hand in Crisco and with the help of a hit of poppers, I slide it into the guy's hole.  Fucking amazing feeling!"

Kurt was still dumfounded, "you can do that?  Your whole hand!"

"Some guys like to take me all the way up to my elbow!"

"No fucking way!" Kurt gasped.

"Way," Sal replied. "And if you hang around til closing I'll give you a demonstration."

Kurt checked his watch and saw the store would close in another 20 minutes, so he browsed the racks of magazines, bought a couple of them and sat down on the bench outside the shop.  As he thumbed through the latest issue of Honcho he found his jeans becoming uncomfortably tight.  The images and stories, though titillating were not the problem, it was the anticipation of seeing Sal performing the mind boggling act he described to Kurt.

As it approached midnight, two muscular guys wearing motorcycle jackets walked past him into the store.  One was wearing only leather chaps beneath that framed his rounded ass.  A studded jock covered his crotch. In a few minutes, Sal poked his head out the door and motioned to Kurt.  After letting him inside, Sal turned the sign on the door to "Closed" and locked the entrance.
"Billy, Hector, this is Kurt," Sal said, "he's pretty new and I am showing him the ropes. Hope you don't mind company?"

Billy looked at Kurt with a smile, "Heck no, besides, he looks pretty hot to me!"

The big Hispanic man just nodded.

They all moved to the back of the shop, where the sling hung, well out of sight of the door.  Sal hit a light switch and the room went dark except for a single light over the sling. Then he turned to Billy and grabbed the neck of his jacket.  Sal jerked Billy toward him, their lips colliding in a sloppy deep kiss.

Hector stood behind Kurt and put his hand on Kurt's shoulder.

"You are going to enjoy this," he whispered in Kurt's ear, his thick accent adding to the erotic moment.  "And maybe I am going to enjoy you later?"

Kurt leaned back as Hector wrapped his arm wrapped around Kurt's waist.  The muscular held Kurt against him so tight that Kurt could feel the growing bulge of his cock against his hip.  Hector's hot breath warmed his neck and he nibbled at Kurt's ear as they watched.

Billy meanwhile had tossed his jacket on a chair and unsnapped the pouch of his leather jock.  It made for fast access to his ample cock and balls and left his ass completely exposed as he jumped up into the sling.  Sal meanwhile had taken off his shirt and jeans.  Underneath he sported a leather harness that criss-crossed his chest meeting in a large chrome ring.  From the ring another strap hung down and connected to another metal ring, this one surrounding his cock and balls.  The combination of the tightness of the ring and the uplift of the leather strap made his dick look even bigger and harder than it was, which was impressive without enhancement.

Sal helped Billy hook his boots into the leather stirrups on the chains holding the sling.  Soon he was spread-eagle and fully exposed with his round full ass on display.  His legs were spread so far his puckered asshole was just the right height for easy fucking. Sal, had other plans.

He greedily spread Billy's cheeks and moved his face directly between them, his tongue eagerly lapping the sensitive skin around Billy's hole.

"He's nice and clean," Hector whispered in Kurt's ear.  "Billy takes pride in being cleaned out and ready for anything.  It's like a ritual for him."

Kurt tried to maintain his focus, but Hector's presence made that difficult, he turned to him and as their lips met, Hector nibbled at Kurt's lips.  Then he opened his mouth and locked lips with Kurt, plunging his tongue into his mouth, exploring every recess.

When they broke their kiss, Kurt turned back to the scene unfolding before him.

Hector continued his narration.  "He flushes out his ass and scrubs his crack until you could eat dinner on it."

He was panting now as Hector's hand rubbed the lump in Kurt's jeans.  

"Looks delicious," said Kurt in a gravely whisper.

Sal now had a can of Crisco, and was carefully pressing handful's of the slippery shortening into Billy's ass.  As each dollop disappeared inside, he caressed his crack sending shivers through Billy and eliciting a deep moan.

Once his hole was filled and suitably prepared, Sal rubbed more Crisco on his hand and wrist and the begin prodding Billy's asshole with his greasy fingers.

Kurt unbuttoned his jeans to allow Hector to free his throbbing cock as he watched Billy squirming in the sling.  The head of his dick glistened with precum as Hector slowly stroked him.

Sal was sliding three fingers into Billy's ass, pumping them in and out.  As he finger fucked Billy Hector stroked Kurt and continued to narrate in his ear.

"One, two three and soon four fingers, see?"

Kurt nodded unable to speak as he was transfixed at the scene before him.  Sal now had four fingers sliding into Billy's asshole, and the sounds Billy was making were unlike any Kurt had ever heard.  It was like an animal inside Billy had been released.  His moans turned to low growls as Sal added his thumb to the slippery mass of fingers entering Billy's ass.

Hector nibbled Kurt's ear, "now the hard part, getting past those knuckles.  He will do it though, Billy loved getting fisted by Sal,  he has the best hands, small enough to fit and big enough to make the sensation intense."

Sal stopped thrusting and waited.  Kurt watched in amazement as Billy's ass seemed to actually swallow Sal's entire hand had been pulled in my Billy's asshole.  As it happened he let out a gasp and then a long low moan.  His head was tossed back and his breathing was ragged.

Sal grunted, "Fuck yes boy, take my hand. You're doing great!"

And Billy was doing great.  Though his cock was only semi-rigid, he began to stroke it while Sal began moving his fist in deeper and then almost out of his ass.

Kurt was feeling light headed and leaned against Hector for support.  As he did, he felt hector's hard dick poking against his backside.  He had apparently freed it fro the constraint of his leather jeans and was rubbing it against Kurt's ass.

Kurt turned away from Sal and Billy and directly into Hector's face.  He kissed him passionately and reached down to grasp Hector's rigid dick. It was a hand full and felt so good in his palm.  Without thinking he dropped to his knees and took the throbbing cock into his mouth.  He sucked with a passion so aroused by watching Billy get fisted and from the shear masculinity of Hector.

He buried his face in Hector's pubic hair, swallowing his cock deep in his throat.  Listening to the animalistic moans Billy was uttering added fuel to his already overheated sexual fire.  Kurt caressed Hector's balls as he sucked and help onto his ass with his free hand.  Kurt was like an animal in heat, rutting and unstoppable.  He continued devouring hector's delicious pole until he felt it throb.  Just as he pulled his mouth off it,  hector's dick erupted in a torrent of cum, directly into Kurt's face and mouth. He dove back down on it, trying to gather every drop.  Nothing would go to waste.

Behind him he heard Billy growl.  He turned just in time to see his dick shoot a stream of white hot cum into the air.

Sal, let out a maniacal laugh and encouraged him, "good boy!  Shoot for me."

Kurt finished up with Hector's cock and then slowly stood again.  He wiped the past of the cum from his face and licked his fingers clean.  Hector still panting leaned into Kurt and grabbed his head.  He kissed him and then moved to his ear.

"I want you to fuck me. Rip my ass apart fucker!"

Kurt was still hard and needed relief.  The idea turned him into an animal.  In just a few seconds he had Hector's pants around his ankles and grabbed a few fingers of Crisco from the can.  He stroked his cock and the stick his fingers into Hector's  ass and swiftly followed with his slippery hard dick.

In no time, Hector was begging for more.  "Aw yes fuck my ass, Daddy. Give it to me."

Kurt almost stopped when he heard this, but was too far gone to really process the words.  He continued to ram in and out of Hector's muscular ass until he felt the rush of his orgasm.  He drove in deep and held Hector's hips against him as he shot his load deep inside.

As he collapsed over the big Mexican's back, he realized he had taken his first taste of leather,  and even before he could catch his breath he knew he wanted more.