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Self-Discovery In Leather
by AJ (address withheld)

***

Coaxed into a gay leather bar by a former girlfriend, a 
young man allows his submissive side to emerge and she 
watches as he services one handsome stud and then two 
others join in. (MM+, F-voy, 1st-gay-expr, bd, orgy,
oral, anal)

***

Little did I imagine when I agreed to due a favor for a 
former girlfriend a few months ago that it would lead 
me to my first wild experience in man-to-man sex and my 
coming out. Debra and I had dated for a while in 
college and ended up in the Bay Area afterwards where 
we were both in graduate school. 

We were still friends, so she asked me to help her on a 
school project. As part of her training to be a sex 
therapist, she needed to learn about gay men and their 
social life. She wanted to visited a gay leather bar, 
but the place would not admit a women unless she were 
with a male patron. She asked me to be her escort.

I knew of my own strong sexual interest in men, but I 
had never acted upon these feelings or told her about 
it. Sometimes, though, women have a sixth sense about 
us. Debra knew more about me than she let on.

When I showed up at her place, she told me she’d dress 
me for the leather scene. The next thing I knew I was 
wearing a black leather vest, studded leather wrist 
bands, tight leather shorts with a removable crotch 
piece that extended around to my ass, and leather work 
boots. "My, you look like a fag," she remarked, in a 
matter-of-fact tone. 

The words stung a bit (I certainly wasn’t comfortable 
with the label then) and I reddened. Then I looked in 
the mirror I saw a gay man ready to cruise looking back 
at me. It felt weird – odd, yes, but also very erotic. 
I got an erection on the spot that I had a hard time 
concealing in my very tight shorts.

She drove us in her car to the bar. Several men 
standing outside noticed me and whistled and made lewd 
remarks. Again I felt embarrassed but turned on. No man 
had ever made sexual suggestions to me before. Their 
comments made me aware of myself, or at least the parts 
of me they seemed to admire – my tight little ass, my 
slim build, my thick, pouting lips.

Once we were inside, Debra turned to me and said with a 
smirk, "You’re going to be very popular in here 
tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do." And then she 
pulled out her notebook and pen and excused herself to 
do some interviews with the leather-clad gentlemen 
around the bar.

I bought myself a beer and began to look around. 
Immediately I realized that I had never seen so many 
gorgeous men before. Most were attired in revealing 
leather vests, pants, and even a few thongs, and many 
wore various kinds of harnesses. Some were magnificent, 
muscular physical specimens; others were hairy and 
heavyset. There were also a few who looked more like 
me: smaller and slimmer, short hair and neatly trimmed 
beards. I took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the 
sights and fantasize about a couple of the hunks who 
caught my eye.

While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone come up 
from behind. Before I could turn around, a hand 
caressed my ass and another was wrapped around my 
chest. A man pressed against me from behind. I tensed 
up, near panic, and looked around for Debra, but she 
was across the room. 

The stranger behind me licked my ear and whispered, 
"Hello. What have we here: a pretty little chicken, a 
cherry ripe for picking. I want your ass tonight, sweet 
thing, and I mean to have it." I tried half-heartedly 
to squirm away, but his forearm, beautiful and 
muscular, barred my escape.

"I’m here with that woman," I replied. "She needed a 
guy to get her in. She’s just doing some interviews."

My captor was not impressed. "I saw who you came with, 
but she ain’t who you’ll be leaving with. No, boy, you 
and I both know you WANT to be here. You’re a bottom 
man, a little butt boy, and I’m gonna teach you 
everything you need to know about pleasing a top before 
this night is out."

With that he let go and stepped away. I turned around 
to get a look at him as he walked around the bar. From 
behind he was built like a Greek god -- six feet tall, 
rock-solid muscles, a handsome tattoo on his chest and 
others around each bicep, dirty blond hair under a 
cowboy hat. He wore work boots, leather pants, and a 
harness. Studded leather bands adorned his well-defined 
biceps and thick wrists. 

Then he turned toward me and I saw that his face was as 
beautiful as the rest of him. His eyes were grey and he 
had a sexy stubble of beard. Our eyes met for a moment 
and I involuntarily ran my hand thru my hair, a 
flirting gesture I had seen many women perform.

Then I tried my best to ignore him and my surging heat 
and desire to have him take me in any way he wanted. I 
looked away and checked out the other patrons. But 
every few minutes he’d pass by me, rest his hand on my 
butt, and even kiss my neck. Soon I stopped protesting. 
I realized I had to get out of the place soon or I’d be 
at his mercy and begging him to do whatever he wanted.

Debra was nowhere to be seen, so I decided not to wait 
for her. I paid for my drink and headed for the door. 
My gorgeous admirer stood between me and the exit, a 
half-smile/sneer on his face, staring at me. I dropped 
my eyes but I was turned on by his gaze and felt like 
teasing him, too. Walking with one foot directly in 
front of the other, I wiggled my hips and ass.

As I tried to pass him, he grabbed me. Before I knew 
it, he had pressed me back against the wall, my arms 
pinned behind me, his body pressed close to mine. I 
could smell the intoxicating aroma of his leather garb. 
His thigh found its way between my legs and my cock 
stiffened even more. I was overwhelmed by his strength 
and manliness, his steely grey eyes just inches from 
mine. "What’s your hurry, pretty boy," he snarled. 
"You’ve been teasing me with your little ass all night, 
and now I want it."

"Let me go," I protested weakly. "I’m not even gay."

"Then why are you still here?" he grunted. And then his 
mouth met mine. I tried to squirm away, to keep my lips 
closed, but I was helpless in his grasp. My inner 
desires, now bursting to the surface, took over. I 
stopped resisting his kiss and opened my mouth in 
surrender. 

His tongue entered, the most intense, deepest kiss I’ve 
ever experienced, one I never wanted to end. Giving in 
to the moment, I sighed in pleasure and relief. With 
that he released his grip on my hands and embraced me. 
I made no effort to push him away – no, instead my 
hands began to explore his body, trace the incredible 
muscles on his bare arms.

As we kissed I sensed someone watching. I broke our 
deep lip-lock for a moment and turned to catch Debra 
staring intently at us, with a knowing look. She winked 
at me and smiled. I said to her, "I think I’ve found 
what I need here." She replied, "The two of you look so 
sexy together. Do you mind if I watch what happens 
next?" A shiver of excitement went down my spine.

My new Adonis led me by the hand through a door in the 
back of the bar and down some dimly lit stairs, Debra 
trailing behind. We had to squeeze past men making out; 
one cute guy was down on his knees happily sucking the 
cock of an older teddy-bear type.

I realized I did not even know my companion’s name, so 
I asked him. "In here they call me Drummer," he 
replied. "And we’ll call you Sweet Lips, because you 
have such a pretty mouth."

We continued through a corridor with many small rooms. 
Some of the doors were closed, but through the open 
ones I saw male couples or groups engaged in all manner 
of hot man-to-man sex. I licked my lips and trembled 
with anticipation.

Finally, Drummer found an empty chamber. Inside, under 
a bare light bulb, I saw a mattress covered with cum 
stains and a few pillows, the walls fully mirrored. 
Maybe not the most romantic spot to be deflowered, but 
I was too turned on by the whole experience to care. 
Drummer wasted no time. He kissed me fiercely, then 
pulled back and gazed down at me. "On your knees, Sweet 
Lips. Let’s see what that mouth is good for."

I kneeled before my top man. I rubbed my face around 
Drummer’s crotch, inhaling again the delicious scent of 
leather and sweat. With my tongue I traced the outline 
of his dick and his balls, then I started lapping. I 
felt Drummer fumbling with something and suddenly a 
leather band went around my neck. He ordered me to look 
in the mirror.

The image of myself wore a studded black dog collar; he 
held my leash. I had never seen anything so sexy in my 
life. "Thank you," I murmured. 

He yanked the chain up so our eyes met. "Say ‘Sir’ when 
you speak to me, Sweet Lips." 

"Thank you, sir," I replied, happy to submit, and I 
dropped my eyes. I resumed licking his crotch and was 
rewarded as the growing bulge showed his cock 
hardening.

From somewhere within me a moan arose, my lust 
overwhelming all self-restraint even though Debra was 
right there. "Please, sir, let me taste your cock," I 
heard my voice begging. Drummer grunted his approval 
and I pulled down his zipper.

My reward was a beautiful piece of man-meat – his tool 
was a good deal longer and somewhat thicker than my own 
five inches, and it curved up. The mushroom head 
glistened with his pre-cum. I grasped his cock and 
stared at it for a moment, finally savoring the 
sensation of a handful of hard male dick that I had 
dreamed about for so long.

Then I started to pump Drummer’s dong and brought it to 
my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip, 
reveling in my first taste of jism. Right away I knew I 
was hooked for life. It was delicious!

I took more of Drummer into my mouth and heard him 
grunt his approval. His rough hands on the back of my 
head forced me to swallow more of his manhood, until he 
hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. 
"Breathe and relax, boy," he commanded me. I nodded and 
followed his directions. I couldn’t get all of him into 
my mouth, but he seemed quite satisfied with my first 
effort. Sometimes I bobbed up and down on his dick; 
then I’d stop and he’d fuck my willing mouth.

From his moans and quickening thrusts I realized it 
wouldn’t be long before I was rewarded with my first 
load of warm, creamy spooge. Drummer’s body tensed, his 
head went back, and then his dick pulsed in my mouth 
and spurts of man-cream flooded my throat as I heard 
him roar his pleasure. 

I gulped eagerly, trying not to loose a drop, but a 
little seeped from the corner of my mouth. Then he 
eased his softening shaft from my mouth and rubbed it 
around my face, a trail of cum anointing me into the 
world of cock-suckers. 

"Congratulations," Debra said softly. "You did that 
like a natural."

Drummer pulled me to my feet by the leash and kissed me 
deeply, his cum and our saliva mixing. Then he directed 
me to strip and kneel on all fours on the mattress. As 
I obeyed, he removed his leather pants, so he was just 
wearing his harness, studded bands, and boots. On the 
floor was a bowl filled with condoms and lube. Drummer 
knelt behind me.

Then he smacked my bare butt, hard, and I yelped in 
pain and surprise. Quickly, though, I realized my 
mistake. "Thank you, sir," I gasped. He spanked me 
again. My cock had gotten even harder. Then I felt his 
tongue on my behind and in my crack. He found my butt-
hole and gave me my first rimming. The sensation of his 
tongue, as it penetrated my shit chute, was electric, 
and it sent hot flashes directly to my rigid dick.

After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, Drummer 
paused to open a tube of lubricant. He greased up a 
finger and inserted it in my waiting ass. I took him 
easily. A second thick finger soon followed, and by 
then I was groaning with pleasure and dying to be 
fucked. "You want it, Sweet Lips?" Drummer sneered, 
mocking me. "You want my big cock in your cherry ass? 
Just like I told you when you first got here."

I looked behind me and saw that he was erect again. He 
paused to sheath his dick in a rubber. Now I begged for 
it. "Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need your cock, I need it 
so bad – like I’ve never needed anything." I couldn’t 
believe I was saying these things, not with Debra still 
standing there, but I didn’t care. For me at that 
moment nothing in the world mattered but to feel 
Drummer’s man-meat inside me.

He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his 
strong hands, and pressed the head of his dick against 
my butt-hole. I felt the pressure of the slick 
mushroom-shaped knob and winced at the burning 
sensation. "You can do this, boy," Drummer coaxed. 
"Relax and push back on me." 

"Yes, sir, I’ll try." He pushed harder and I felt a 
stab of pain. Despite my lust I tried to pull away. 
"Ow, no, it hurts too much. You’re just too big."

Drummer slapped my ass, hard, and yanked on my dog 
collar to remind me of my position. "There’s no turning 
back, Sweet Lips, if you want to be my bottom boy." He 
instructed me to breathe deeply and push back. His 
greased hand went under me and began to stroke my stiff 
man-meat. Suddenly, with an odd rippling sensation and 
soft sound, his dickhead surged passed my sphincter and 
into my back passage.

"Oh, God, yes, yes," I groaned, overwhelmed by the most 
intense pleasure I had ever experienced, radiating out 
from my ass so that my whole body trembled. For the 
first time I really knew what it meant to "take it like 
a man."

Drummer went deeper and deeper until I felt his cock-
hairs brush my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and I 
turned my head to tongue kiss him over my shoulder, 
sealing our moment of intimacy forever. "Thank you, 
sir, thank you for taking my cherry," I murmured 
between kisses.

Drummer pulled out slowly, leaving just the head of his 
shaft inside me, then pushed in again. He repeated his 
strokes, sometimes faster or slower, and each thrust 
sent a different kind of wave thru my man-pussy. I had 
never dreamed that a cock could create so many erotic 
thrills as it penetrated another human being. He 
pressed a thick finger against my lips and I sucked it 
hotly, fantasizing it was another cock.

Debra came over to me and rested her hand on mine. I 
smiled at her and said, "He’s fucking me, Debra, he’s 
really fucking me. It’s incredible. Why did I wait so 
long? This is the manliest thing I’ve ever done." She 
gave me a little peck on the cheek. "I understand. You 
belong here now." She told me she was leaving and to 
have fun – as if I needed the advice!

When she had gone, Drummer pulled my leash to lift my 
head and whispered in my ear, "No more women for you, 
boy, right?" "Yes, sir," I eagerly replied, knowing I 
had crossed the line into male sex for good. He sneered 
in triumph, "You’re a bottom man who’ll take any cock 
up his ass. You’re a faggot, and you love it." Now when 
I heard him use that word it made me feel warm and 
excited, and I rejoiced in my new, true identity.

Drummer reached beneath me and began to stroke my cock 
in time to his thrusts. His hand was coated with lube 
and felt so smooth as he jerked me off. Before long, 
all the sensations – Drummer’s thick dick plowing my 
butt-hole, his coarse beard stubble rubbing against my 
shoulder, my glimpses of our fucking in the mirrors, 
his tongue probing mine, and his hand pumping my cock – 
sent me over the edge, bucking into a mind-blowing 
orgasm way beyond any sexual peak I had ever 
experienced. 

I heard a voice crying, "Fuck me, sir, yes, fuck me, 
oh, I’m cumming, yes, YES!" and realized it was my own. 
Drummer gripped me tightly, buried to the hilt, as my 
ass convulsed around his dick. My arms collapsed, and 
my face rested on my leather wrist bands. "What a 
ride," he chuckled as I lay motionless and exhausted. 
"Thank you, sir," I replied.

Though I was spent and satisfied, Drummer still had to 
take care of his needs. He pulled himself from me, 
leaving me empty for a moment, and turned me onto my 
back. When he rested my ankles on his shoulder, I 
realized I was about to be fucked like a woman. A 
thrill of excitement shot through me as I felt his 
dickhead press on my waiting fuck-hole. He eased right 
in this time.

I groaned as the sensations – the fullness, the warmth 
– again washed over me. I loved being able to play with 
his rock-hard stomach and his perfectly formed chest, 
to run my small hands over his thick wrists, my fingers 
tracing the metal studs on his wrist bands, and up his 
arms. 

I pinched his nipples and smiled at the reaction I 
provoked, for Drummer began to long-stroke my ass. 
Enjoying the new pleasure of letting my partner control 
the pace of our fucking, I clenched my ass muscles when 
he was deep inside.

I felt like a slut and I started to talk like one. "Use 
my ass, sir. It’s your boy-pussy. Fuck me all night, 
sir, never stop fucking it. It feels so good. More, 
sir, give me more." 

His thrusts became faster, more urgent, more needy, 
until I felt one final great surge that I thought would 
split me apart. Pressing my legs down against my chest, 
Drummer kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my 
throat. I imagined the jets of his hot cum shooting 
into the rubber deep inside me, the pulses slowly 
receding.

Drummer went on kissing me for a while. I figured we 
were done, but he surprised me. "You were so good, 
Sweet Lips, now I’m going to introduce you to some of 
the other real men here. You’ll service them next." I 
meekly agreed. Truth is, I was still so horny, I needed 
more.

Drummer hooked my leash to a nail and left me naked on 
my knees. Although a couple of cute guys looked in, the 
leash told them I was someone’s property and they left 
me alone.

Two minutes later Drummer came back with two men. One 
was a gorgeous surfer blonde who wore work boots and a 
studded leather ring around his cock and balls, the 
other a bearded, older man with a round belly, powerful 
arms and thighs, a leather harness, and a very thick 
dick. Drummer introduced them: the blonde was "Beach 
King," the bearded gentleman was simply "Daddy," which 
seemed apt.

Daddy took my leash and order me to lie on my back on 
the mattress. Without any preliminaries, he proceeded 
to straddle my chest and grip my head with his strong 
hands. "I hear you’ve developed a taste for cock-
sucking, Sweet Lips," he said, his voice deep and 
commanding. Then he shoved his half-hard cock between 
my waiting lips. I opened wide to pleasure him. 

He thrust his man-meat deep into my throat, nearly 
gagging me. As I sucked furiously, his dick became 
stiff and oozed salty pre-cum on my tongue. I was able 
to run my hands along the backs of his large, muscular 
thighs, an incredible turn-on.

Meanwhile, having slipped on a rubber, Beach King 
lifted my legs, pressing them against Daddy’s back, and 
probed my shit chute with one finger and then another. 
It was a strange sensation: pinned under Daddy, I 
couldn’t resist even if I had wanted to (and I sure 
didn’t want to object, as great as those fingers felt). 
I couldn’t even see my next anal lover.

Then I felt the bulb of Beach King’s cockhead pressing 
against my sphincter and heard him grunt as he entered 
me. He slipped in easily, deeply, for my back passage 
was now used to man love. I could feel his cock ring 
with its studs rubbing against my ass cheeks with each 
inward thrust. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat, 
muffled by Daddy’s cock.

I was dimly aware that Drummer had come over to the 
mattress. His feet planted on either side of my head, 
he stood over me and offered his cock to Daddy, who 
swallowed it eagerly. My own dick was rock hard again 
from the friction of Beach King against my prostate. 
The room was alive with the sound of rutting men in 
heat and my almost-girlish moans; the smell of leather 
and sweat mixed with the funky aroma of my ass as Beach 
King plowed me for all I was worth.

For me, who before this night had never had sex with 
more than one woman at a time, the entire scene was 
from somewhere beyond my wildest fantasies. Beach King, 
unsnapping his cock ring, came first, giving me what I 
wanted most, a throbbing dick shooting wads of jism 
into a rubber buried inside me. Drummer followed, 
filling Daddy’s mouth with warm spooge, some of it 
dribbling down into his beard.

Daddy pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to 
stand up. When I moved too slowly on my trembling legs, 
he turned me around and spanked me. "Thank you, Daddy," 
I promptly answered, now well-schooled to the 
discipline I deserved. He led me off the mattress 
toward a mirrored wall and ordered me to stand with my 
legs apart, arms braced on the rail in front of the 
mirror.

While he wrapped his tool in protective latex, I looked 
at myself in the mirror, cum on my face and hair, and 
saw a stranger gazing back, eyes glazed over with lust, 
a creature devoted to carnal pleasure. Yet I knew this 
was the real me, and I smiled.

Encouraged by Drummer and Beach King, who stood next to 
us with their arms around each other, Daddy stood 
behind me and prepared to give my willing ass the love 
I craved. The large bulb of his dickhead pushed against 
my anus. Though I had taken Drummer and Beach King, 
neither small, I hadn’t experienced anything the size 
of Daddy’s piece. "Oh, it’s really big, sir," I winced. 
"I don’t think I’m ready for it."

I should have learned by now that leather tops do not 
take no for an answer. Three sharp whacks on my 
backside brought tears to my eyes. "What did you say, 
queen?" Daddy barked, and yanked on my leash. I 
apologized and begged him to give me the fucking I 
needed. He pressed his man-meat against my anus while 
pumping my dick.

Again I felt, almost heard, the odd rippling sensation 
as my back passage stretched to accommodate the 
enormous intruder. I gasped when the head eased past my 
sphincter and heard Daddy mumble, "Good boy, Sweet 
Lips, take it in slowly." 

Though Debra had left, I imagined her staring at me 
again, shocked at what she had caught me doing. Somehow 
that thought aroused me enough so I could relax to take 
Daddy in. He eased in very carefully, pausing often to 
let me adjust.

"God, he’s a tight one," Daddy boasted to the other 
men. It thrilled me to accept the challenge of being 
fucked by Daddy while these beautiful, macho men looked 
on. I gave voice to my delight. "Ohhh, Daddy, you’re 
incredible. I never felt anything so wonderful in my 
life. I want all of you, sir, please." In a few 
minutes, I felt the hairs of his crotch scratch my ass 
cheeks – he had buried himself inside me!

Daddy began to plunge in and out. He went slowly for a 
few strokes, then rapidly, then slowly, concentrating 
on his own pleasure. I felt like the well-used fuck 
slut I had become, and that thought excited me. Nothing 
mattered to me but pleasing Daddy.

Sometimes he’d pause when he was deep within me and 
rest his enormous bulk on my back, his warm, round 
belly pressed against me. Then he leaned back and said, 
"Get to work, fag, and show me how you can use that 
little butt-hole." As he held still, I began to bounce 
forward and back on his shaft, grunting each time he 
penetrated me to the core. Drummer and Beach King 
coaxed me, praising me for being such a terrific boy-
whore.

I reached beneath me to gently stroke, tug, and fondle 
Daddy’s heavy balls. That seemed to send him over the 
top. He pushed me forward, my face just inches from the 
mirror. Daddy thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping 
sometimes against my thighs, and finally gave one last 
lunge that felt like it would come right through me and 
out my throat. The heavy pulsing of his cock, the 
shuddering of his body, and his heavy sigh told me that 
I had brought my third man-lover of the evening to 
orgasm in my ass.

When Daddy slid himself from me, my clenching ass 
muscles were reluctant to let go. I felt satisfied but 
empty, and I knew that the void would have to be filled 
again soon. Each of my top men kissed me tenderly. A 
look at the clock told me it was past two in the 
morning – I had been sucking and fucking for more than 
three hours.

As I pulled my leather pants on, I thanked them for the 
best night of my life. Drummer told me he expected me 
back again the next night to continue my education. 
"What more is there to learn, sir?" I asked innocently. 

"Tomorrow," he replied, "I put you in the sling and you 
learn to take my fist." As he held up his clenched hand 
to my face, my eyes widened in fear and lust, but I 
knew my place. 

"Sir, I’ll come back tomorrow night." And so I did.

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