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Opposites Attract

by Iainlthr

Chapter 1

Jeff Shaw reclined in his chair, swivelled around and stared at a huge billboard across the street, from which his own smiling face stared back at him. "He's on YOUR side!" declared the banner below his chin. He groaned inwardly. He had made a living out of exposing rip-off merchants and con-men, to the extent that he had been given his own weekly television show, and had developed a huge following across the state. He was the little guy's friend, the one who took on the wrongs and made them right. Everybody knew him.

He was exhausted. With his staff, they had been working on a number of major investigations for months, and had just finished wrapping up the stories and recording the final show for the season. Four weeks of non-ratings meant that he actually had some time on his hands, but where do you go when everyone in the street recognises you instantly, and thinks they're your best friend?

The door of his office opened, and he swung back around to the smiling face of his secretary.

"Well, boss, that's it!" she said enthusiastically. "I'll bet you're glad to see the end of this place for a while."

He smiled a wan, half hearted grin at her. "Yeah, Suzie, guess I am."

She looked at him with a motherly concern. "Why don't you take the time to relax. You look like you're in serious need of R&R to me." And far too good looking to be alone, she added to herself. She had tried to match him up with a few eligible young ladies, but so far no luck. She was quite sure he needed someone special in his life to give him a focus away from the cameras and stories of his working day.

"Maybe I'll just lock myself inside the house and vegetate," he mused half to himself.

"Don't you dare!" she said quickly. "You need to get out and circulate. See some shows, party on."

"Fat chance!" he said, almost spitting out the words. But they both knew what he meant. One of the major disadvantages of being so well known was that everywhere he went he was watched, his movements reported on. If he did the least thing which wasn't considered proper, the gossip columns would be full of the story for weeks. Suzie felt for him, but she had no idea just how difficult that had made his life. What she did not know, and neither did anyone else at the station, was that he preferred the company of other men. Now that would really make a story for the papers.

"Well," she said, resignation in her voice, "whatever you do, I want you to kick up your heels, and have yourself some serious fun."

This time his smile was warmer, as he thought she had read his mind. "I might just do that," he said firmly. He sank back into his chair again, the supple leather of the seat comforting as the scent of hide wafted up. That familiar smell caused a twitch in Jeff's groin, and a smile flickered across his face. "That's what I need ..." he thought to himself, sitting up to hide his growing erection.

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That same day, across town, Michael Simpson was sweating away on a building site where he worked as a labourer, trying to keep his head down and avoid the attention of his supervisor and the other men on the site. At 5'7" he was shorter than most people he knew, and that seemed to make his co-workers think they could treat him as some kind of lesser being. He had grown up poor, dropped out of school early, and because of his lack of education often felt intimidated by others. To make things even more difficult, he was gay. He'd realised it when he was still quite young, but also learnt quickly that in his neighbourhood, if you were attracted to men, you kept your feelings to yourself and acted like 'one of the boys' if you didn't want to be beaten up.

So Michael kept to himself, and tried not to have much to do with the other workmen. He collected his meagre pay each week, and lived alone in a small but clean flat. He saved what he could, telling himself that one day he would be able to afford to get away from here, to go and live somewhere where he could be himself, but the money he put away grew very slowly.

This particular Friday afternoon, he had been having an especially difficult time. One of the supervisors whom he loathed had insisted on giving him the hardest jobs, and belittling him whenever he spoke, so that Michael was feeling crushed and exhausted by the time he finished his shift. Gratefully heading home after the final whistle, he had let himself into the tiny apartment and quickly stripped off his clothing, stepped under the shower and washed away the grime, and with it the hurt and desperation of his working life.

As he stepped from the shower he took a deep breath, and towelled himself dry before lying naked on the bed and letting his imagination take him to far away places and a better life. Lying there, his hands slowly, almost unconsciously, travelled over his body. He may have been short, but his hard physical work resulted in a muscular, fit body of which he was justifiably proud. His fingers traced the firm mounds of his pecs, and slid across the ridges of his abdomen before worming into the nest of pubic hair surrounding his hardening cock. He thought about jerking off, but knew in advance that the result would be a deflated loneliness afterwards, so he fought the temptation and restrained himself.

Darkness began to fall, and as it did, Michael's need increased. It was Friday night, and he was 28 years old. So what if he had little money to spare? He had urges that needed satisfying, and he was tired of being alone. Michael knew exactly what he wanted, needed. He may scrimp on most things, but one section of his wardrobe consisted of the very best, and it fit him perfectly. Pulling open that special door, he shivered with anticipation as the shining black contents were revealed. The unmistakable scent of leather drifted from the closet and enveloped him in it's comforting, exciting aroma.

Smiling with anticipation, Michael slowly lifted the precious leathers out and lay them on his bed. He smoothed the gleaming chaps flat and spread the harness open, feeling the excitement build within himself. Carefully, almost reverently, he began to dress. For Michael, the process of gearing up in his leather wear was like a ritual, a ceremony in which he banished the shy, apologetic Michael of his everyday world, and replaced him with the confident, powerful Michael who stood tall and radiated raw masculine sexuality.

He slipped a chrome cockring over his testicles and pulled his lengthening cock through the metal, feeling the encircling silver grip at the root of his throbbing manhood. A leather jockstrap followed, the supple pouch of black hide enveloping his heavy nuts as he pushed his long prick through a hole in the material before snapping a soft black leather codpiece in place over his prong. For a second he allowed himself the indulgence of cupping his hands around his own masculinity, feeling the shape of his genitalia through the cool hide, and trembled to the touch. His boots were next, black leather and polished to a mirror finish, with bright steel rings over the ankles that were held in place by leather straps and in turn connected to silver chains that ran under the sole and back again. Michael slid each foot into place, revelling in the sensation of strength as the footwear gripped at him, bestowing height and power as he stood again to reach for the next item of apparel.

Michael carefully buckled the waist band of his chaps around himself and leaned forward to catch each end of the metal zipper at his ankle, then slowly lifted the fastener up his inner leg. As he did, he smoothed the gleaming black leather against his skin, and felt its sensuous texture mould around his muscles, tightening and gripping at him, until his legs were pillars of shining black hide, accentuating every movement of the flesh and sinew trapped within. His fingers traced the lines of the chaps, and connected with the bare flesh of his thighs, following the frame of the chaps around the firm orbs of his arse cheeks as he smiled approvingly at the growing picture of masculinity presenting itself in his mirror.

He then lowered a leather harness over his head, the shoulder straps sitting comfortably against his skin, as he buckled wide black bands of hide around his ribs, the leather pushing up beneath his pecs before connecting at a silver ring in the centre of his chest. From that ring another band of black fell straight down to a second metal ring, from which two more leather straps encircled his stomach, and sat tight against his chiselled six-pack abdomen. A pair of black leather gauntlets, set with small, shining metal studs, were snapped into place around his lower arms, and wide bands of shining black leather were buckled over his biceps, bringing the muscles of his upper arms into sharp relief. He placed a pair of mirrored sunglasses onto his face, and pulled a black leather peaked cap, with a shining black visor, over his head, the visor low over his eyes.

The other Michael; the strong, sensually masculine Michael, was here again. He turned and surveyed himself in the mirror on his bedroom wall, and nodded approval. The leather god who stared back at him emanated power, made no excuses, and embodied pure animalistic sexuality. The complete male whose sole purpose was lusty passion. Michael ached with excitement and anticipation as he let his eyes roam over the reflection, and felt and saw himself harden, ready for the pleasures of the night.

With a sense of urgency now, Michael threw a black leather bike jacket on, zipping it up over his upper body. In deference to his neighbours, he pulled a pair of baggy denim jeans over his chaps, and dropped his cap and sunglasses into a carrier bag, donning his motorcycle helmet instead, before letting himself quietly out of his flat, jumping onto his bike and riding into the night. Half an hour later, he found a parking space close by his destination -- Headquarters -- the leathermen's club that catered for men like him, and provided numerous areas for sexual encounters on the premises. He quickly signed in and took a locker, shucking off the denim jeans and helmet, and replacing his leather cap and mirrored sunglasses before stepping into the main lounge area to order a drink and check out the other patrons.

He surveyed the room slowly, with the easy confidence of a man who knew he looked damned hot, and drank in the sight of quite a few other men dressed in alluring black leather. The air was thick with the scent of tanned hide, and the polished black skin reflected pinpricks of light all around the bar area. Michael breathed deeply and felt himself stir, his thick prong hardening within its pouch of supple leather. He knew his arousal would be visible to other patrons, and that only served to excite him the more, knowing that other men were staring at the lengthening tube of shining black at his crotch.

His eyes travelled around, and a smile crossed his face at the reactions he saw, at the gazes fixed on himself. One in particular caught his attention. A tall man, with wide shoulders and large chest, a flat stomach and firm round butt cheeks, watched him intently.

This man was fit, well developed with a body that came from working out in a gymnasium, rather than the grind of manual labour. His head was encased in a black leather hood that came down over his eyes, which stared out from holes in the blackness like headlights. The hood fitted snugly over his nose, cut off so that his nostrils and upper lip were bare, and curved back to fall below his ears and around the back of his neck, completely covering any hair on his head as well as hiding his ears. He wore a wide collar of leather with a D-ring in the centre around his neck, and a harness which consisted of shoulder and rib straps connecting to two silver rings that circled each of his nipples, joined by a metal chain. From the rings, more leather bands connected downward in a 'V' shape to a third ring over his navel, from which shining black leather ran around his waist, and a single black strap dropped straight down, under the waistband of his chaps, and disappeared beneath the black leather posing thong he wore.

That thong was a bulging black V in a frame of white skin, itself framed in gleaming black by the cut of his chaps. The soft leather of the pouch was moulded to the flesh beneath so tightly that Michael could easily make out the round spheres of the man's testicles, and above them the long tube of his manhood, as if he were completely naked, and his genitalia made of leather. The pumped muscles of his legs were so tightly enveloped by the glistening black leather of his chaps that when he moved every ripple was accentuated in shining blackness, and when he turned to one side, he proudly displayed buns like ripe melons; round and full, but solid and dimpled as he flexed. Michael unashamedly ogled this vision, his appreciation obvious at his groin, and the object of his attention appeared to return the compliment, barely letting his eyes leave Michael's body.

As Michael drank his beer and let his eyes roam over the body of this man, they connected across the distance, neither looking away. Time seemed to stop, and the rest of the men around them were forgotten. Casually but confidently, Michael finished his drink and sauntered toward the other man. There was no doubt of his intention, and no uncertainty in his mind that he and this leather god would enjoy each other's company. As he stepped up to be only inches from the other, Michael nodded slightly. The man was probably two or three inches taller than Michael, but with the way he leaned on the bar, and with Michael's cap adding height while his hood seemed to make him shorter, the difference was hardly noticeable, and immaterial to either of them anyhow.

"G'day," he responded to Michael's nod. Calm, self assured, he too was confident in himself, not grovelling or desperate like so many were, and Michael approved.

Without another comment, Michael purposefully reached out and placed his hand on the man's chest, running his finger along the leather strap of the harness before reaching and then lightly but firmly pinching his nipple. In response, the other man, very matter-of-factly, let his hand fall to Michael's groin, his finger running up and back along the length of Michael's thick leather encased cock, then easily closed his palm over Michael's dick and balls, massaging them through the pouch and squeezing gently.

"Follow me," Michael said in a low, sensuous voice, walking from the bar area toward the dark inner recesses of the club, and his order was calmly obeyed. Headquarters had numerous rooms and cubicles, mazes and cruising areas available, but Michael knew exactly where he wanted to go with this man. He headed straight to a section where several areas were partitioned off into rooms, with low vinyl covered benches the sole item of furniture, condoms and lube supplied by the management and within easy reach. Each of the 'rooms' however consisted of walls made up of mesh fencing so that other patrons could see what was happening in the dim light, without interfering or being in the same 'room'.

As they stepped into the area, the two men stopped, and stood, facing each other directly. Each of them again took a long hard look at the other, appreciating the view and feeling their arousal increase. Almost casually, Michael's hand returned to the man's nipples, pulling on the hard brown nub of erect tissue, and this time eliciting a low moan of pleasure from its owner. The man responded by running both palms down Michael's sides and over his butt before again groping at the bulging leather package of masculinity between Michael's legs. The two let their hands follow the lead set earlier by their eyes, exploring each other's bodies with feathery touches and squeezing grips, fingers and palms feeling the cool texture of leather and the heated sheen of naked flesh. Fingers squeezed at nipples, or traced the lines of harness straps and the edges of chaps, hands clasped arse cheeks and closed over throbbing bulges of black leather or slid along tingling skin as each furthered his exploration of the other's desirable body.

Michael trembled to the touch of this man, standing so close to him. He looked deeply into the eyes which looked out from the dark leather head covering, trying to read them. There was a real sensuality in the other's fingers, in the way he touched and played with Michael, that Michael had never felt before. Fleetingly, he wondered at the hidden identity, but that was part of the allure. It was why he himself wore the low visored cap and the mirrored glasses, it added to the mystery and eroticism of the encounter. They were aware that a number of other men stood nearby, outside their 'room', watching them, admiring the two leather gods as they caressed one another, and the public display also added to the excitement.

Slowly, Michael's hands had worked their way up the man's back, and across his shoulders. Now, they were at his neck, and Michael held the leather hooded head. He felt the soft supple leather of the black mask beneath his palms, felt the texture of the tanned hide, and the strength of the man within it. Facing his partner squarely, he pulled the other mouth firmly towards his own, and their lips met, brushed against each other and for a second Michael thought the taller man was going to resist the kiss. But a shock of electricity sparked between them, and suddenly they were one. Lips mashed against teeth, tongues forced their way over gums, and the two ground their faces together, tasting of each other and licking hungrily. As they did, 'Hood' (as Michael had come to think of this man) threw his arms around Michael's body and pulled him tightly against himself. Hood's hot leathered body pressed into Michael's, and Michael pushed back, his arms around Hood's back, gripping at his arse cheeks. The leather they wore screeched as they rubbed against each other, desperately trying to make contact with each other using every piece of bare flesh and polished leather that they could.

Without warning, Hood broke their kiss and Michael looked to him with surprise. But instead of pulling away, he lowered his face and began to lick at Michael's neck. Michael threw his head back and enjoyed the sensation as Hood's tongue slowly travelled down his skin, licking across his chest and finding his nipples, which were sucked and bitten gently. Michael let out a long low groan of pleasure, and Hood continued the oral caress, mouthing and licking gently down over Michael's abdomen, running his tongue along the edges of Michael's harness as his hands played over Michael's buns, gripping and squeezing at the firm mounds of flesh. Michael's hands fell to the smooth black leather of the hood, running his palms over the textured hide and caressing the encased head as it ministered to his desires. When Hood's mouth reached the polished tube of blackness at Michael's groin, Michael gasped with delight. He trembled as the talented mouth gnawed at his meat through the leather pouch, and groaned as his nuts were licked and massaged within their black envelope. He revelled in the attention for many minutes, as the other man attacked his hide bound groin with a fervour.

As the intensity with which Hood licked and slurped at him increased, Michael looked down in the dim light to see the black hood bobbing against his black pelvis. His desire grew, and he reached down, slowly unsnapping the fasteners that held the codpiece in place over his throbbing cock. As the supple leather covering came away, his thick prong sprang out, rampant and hard as steel, droplets of pre-cum spraying from the inflamed head. Hood took a moment to stare at the purple glans, his hands keeping up their caressing massage on Michael's balls, and then he licked at the slimy clear ooze in Michael's piss slit, tasting it and murmuring his approval. His talented tongue weaved its spell over the head of Michael's cock, feathery flickers of moist touch tracing the super sensitive lip and working their way along the throbbing veiny shaft. Michael groaned with delight, his head back and his hands falling to hold and press the leathered head of the other man. That same hooded visage suddenly opened its mouth and dived onto Michael's rock hard prick, and he gasped as his weapon sank into the hot wetness of Hood's throat, and felt the fantastic sensation of tongue, teeth and lips all working in concert to adore his prong, and to envelope his manhood in pure pleasure.

As the other man continued his attentions at Michael's groin, Michael began to slowly hump forward and pull back, letting his long hard cock slide in and out of his partner's gullet. His hands remained fixed to the soft leather of the man's hood as Michael slowly face fucked the willing head. Opening his eyes and looking around, he saw that the number of men standing around them, outside the mesh, watching what he and Hood did, was increasing, and he grinned to himself, finding the audience a turn-on. His nerves tingled and his blood raced as he continued to thrust into the clenching throat, feeling the man's teeth scrape along his shaft, enjoying the nibbles and tongue massage as his tempo increased. The moist cavity of Hood's mouth wrapped around Michael's rod and he moaned with delight as he fought the rising urgency of passion.

The man kneeling at his groin must have sensed that Michael was close, for he suddenly pulled away, and stood again, his hands closing over Michael's arse, and his mouth returning to join with Michael's as they kissed passionately. They held each other firmly, pressing bodies together and enjoying the sensuality of leather against skin. Hood broke the kiss, and leaned in even closer, his mouth hard against Michael's ear.

"Fuck me!" he whispered in a husky voice.

"Damn right!" Michael hissed back. "Are you okay with the audience, or do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Let 'em watch and wish," came the soft but enthusiastic reply.

Eagerly, the two men embraced again, their muscled and leather bound frames intertwining. As they stood only inches apart, the hooded leather god took a condom from the store provided, tore open the packet, and slowly rolled it over Michael's waiting sword of flesh. As he did, Michael squeezed a generous helping of lube onto his fingers and reached behind his man, easing the cool gel into the other's arse, using first one and then two fingers to coat the hooded man's sphincter with the lube, and open the passageway. Hood moaned happily as Michael probed his anus, backing on and off the fingers inserted into him. Michael kept up the probing as the other man smeared a large gob of lube onto the waiting latex encased prong at Michael's groin, and coated the throbbing pole with the oozing liquid. Then he kissed Michael again before turning his back to the leathered and readied body, leaning forward from the waist and gripping the wire fencing with both hands.

Michael granted himself the indulgence of staring at the waiting body before him. The wide shoulders and strong back, crossed with the black bands of the leather harness, were his for the taking. The firm buns, edged in dark gleaming chaps, spread to reveal the puckering target of Hood's ring of muscle, glistening with lubricant and inviting Michael to bury himself within. He edged forward, allowing the full length of his prick to rest along the crevice between those cheeks as he bent over the other man, his hands finding and pulling at the erect nubs of his aroused nipples, then sliding along the ridges of abdomen muscles to squeeze at the hard and throbbing mound of leathered cock and rolling nuts below. As he embraced the beautiful body, Michael slowly slid his prick up and down, until he felt the head of his cock make contact with the soft target of Hood's anus. Nudging forward gently, he pressed his tip into the soft tissue, and felt the resistance diminish as the other pushed back, opening himself and relaxing. Trembling with anticipation Michael continued slowly, as the soft hole opened for him and swallowed the mushroom head of his prong, closing around the lip of his glans and clenching at his rock hard shaft.

Allowing a minute for them both to adjust to the initial penetration, something Michael enjoyed incredibly, he then began to inch forwards, sinking his fleshy pole gradually into the welcoming heat of the other body. The gripping ring of the other man's sphincter clenched and grabbed at his inflamed shaft, and the warmth of the wet cavern crept up around him, enveloping his rod in a wonderful, soft embrace. Michael leaned into his man, and over the leathered body, his arms going under the torso and his hands holding tightly to the leather shoulder straps as he embraced the supple form and sank his prong deep within the man's bowels. His penetration complete, he felt his hide encased nuts pressed against the firm skin of the other's butt, and still holding tightly, he began to grind his pelvis in and back, and from side to side, probing the glorious innards with his long prick.

Hood groaned softly, and clenched his arse tightly around Michael's cock. "Oh, yeah ..." he hissed, "Fuck me, stud."

>From the group which had gathered to watch, the comment echoed back. "Fuck him!" "Yeah, do it to him," came the whispers, and Michael grinned with lusty joy as he thrilled to the sense of power and strength which radiated from every part of his body and concentrated in his groin.

The gentle probing and deep rotations that he had started with soon became full thrusts as he sank himself into the other man, pulled back and pounded in again. His hands slid down the hot body until he was gripping at the man's hips and using the leverage to pump his meat harder and faster, deeper and more urgently into the compliant arse. Michael humped at the bent form of Hood, ramming his long fleshy dagger into the hot wet scabbard, and felt his partner hunch and clamp at him, humping back and begging for more in an urgent hissed whisper. He felt the rising tide of passion swamp his body as he fought the growing urge to explode and thumped himself into the man in front of him. His breath came in shallow bursts as the sound of gasping rut filled the air, both himself and the other man sighing and moaning in ecstasy, and they were joined by the whispers of encouragement from their audience, the squelching sound of his cock as it thudded into Hood's rectum, and the squealing of leather against leather as Michael's knees pressed into the back of the other man's legs.

Pounding at Hood now, Michael surrendered to the animal lust of rutting males, and slammed himself in and out of his mate. Their fuck became a ferocious, sweating union of rough and urgent masculine sex as they rammed and gripped at each other, driving themselves to the point of ultimate ecstatic pleasure. With every nerve in his body screaming for release, and his balls contracting into his pelvis, Michael reached the precipice of orgasm. He let out a strangled breath, and wrenched his rampant tool from the other man's arse, then tore the latex sheath away from his flesh. He was on the very brink, and as his hand closed around his aching steely pole, his climax struck. Long streamers of milky cum leapt from the head of his cock, snaking out to land in creamy rivers on the hunched back of the other man. Almost subconsciously, his free hand reached around and found the rock solid, leather encased log of Hood's cock. His fingers slid inside the black hide of the thong and gripped the imprisoned manhood, and as the second spurt of ejaculation hit him, he felt Hood twitch, the body of his partner spasmed with ecstasy, and then his hand was covered in white hot essence as Hood's cock exploded in his grasp.

Both men gasped and shook as their simultaneous orgasms erupted. Their bodies jerked with the force of ejaculation as they leaned into each other and shuddered, twitching and moaning until their climax was spent and the passion began to ebb away. Many of the watchers had also masturbated, remnants of their cum evident on the fencing and on the floor, and as the heat of the moment passed Michael reached for his friend, turning him so they faced each other. The audience began to dissipate, and the hooded face before him smiled. Michael smiled back, and they kissed again, long and deep, but this time less urgently, enjoying the experience they had just shared.

"Thank you," Michael whispered into the leather where he guessed the man's ear to be.

"Thank You!" the hooded face replied, smiling again.

Michael detested the usual way such encounters finished, hated to just walk away as if the intimate coupling they had just known meant nothing. He took a breath, then spoke again. "Would you like to share a coffee and recover?" he asked tentatively, dreading rejection.

Hood replied with a hint of surprise in his voice. "I'd love to! I hate just disappearing, especially after something as good as that," he said enthusiastically.

Michael led the way as they collected their coffees and then found a vacant cubicle, with solid walls this time, where they could relax and recover together. It consisted of no more than a vinyl covered bench and a small shelf, but Michael sat on the cushioned platform and put his cup down, patting the material in an invitation to the other man to join him. His hooded friend did more than that, placing his own mug on the shelf, and lying along the bench, with his head on Michael's lap. Still sticky with the remnants of their cum, the two men smiled at each other again.

"You know, you look fantastic," Michael said with feeling.

"Trying to get me interested with flattery, are you?" his companion grinned.

"I think we've already done that!"

"Oh, yeah. Well, in case you're wondering, it'll work!" The mouth below the hood smiled mischievously. "You can have me again, any time you want, stud."

Michael became serious for a moment. "If you mean that, I would!" he said. "I'd like to see you again ..." he left the words hanging in the air, his heart beating. He never did this. He was still too closeted to take the step of actually contacting someone other than by casual and anonymous sex, but there was something special about this guy.

The other man said nothing for a long time. He seemed to be looking for the right words. When he did speak, Michael's heart began to sink.

"I, uh, guess I would like that," said Hood, uncertainly. He went on haltingly, "If you give me your number, uh, then I'll, um, try to call, er, later ..."

"My number?" Michael asked with alarm. It hadn't occurred to him that the other man would want to call him, and he'd never given his home number to anyone he'd met at the bars. And the guy had seemed so off handed about it. "Listen," he said slowly, "if you're not really interested, then that's fine. I don't, ahh, give out my phone number usually, but I thought we had something better than the 'usual' going before, that's all."

Now it was his friend's turn to become alarmed. "Oh, no, please don't get me wrong. I really would like to see you again. That was just incredible, but even better, no-one has ever bothered to ask me to talk afterwards before. It's just that I have never, you know, contacted anyone afterwards." He managed to sound both lost and needing as he finished quietly.

Michael took a deep breath, and with his heart beating fast, opened up. "Listen, this is new to me too. I've never given anyone my number because I'm not 'out'. None of my friends, none of the people I work with, know I'm gay, so I'm just extra careful, I guess. I'm sorry, but that's just how I am."

He was surprised at the reaction. The man whose head rested on his lap began to laugh. Michael looked puzzled, and his friend regained some control. "I know exactly what you mean. I'm the same -- very careful, and no-one knows. Maybe too careful, if it means I can't see someone special like you again," he said, almost to himself.

Michael smiled again. "Birds of a feather!" he said. Removing his cap and glasses carefully, as if stripping away the mask he hid behind, he looked into the eyes still within the leather hood. "My name's Michael," he said, and felt as though he were baring his soul.

The man in the hood saw how hard it was for Michael to do what he had done, and empathised with him. Sitting up to face his new friend squarely, he held out his hand nervously. "I'm Jeff," he said, and as he did, he slowly, reluctantly, lifted the hood from his face.

Michael smiled at him. "Hi, Jeff," he said, and then his eyes widened in recognition. The face was unforgettable. After all, he had seen it on television every week for months, had admired the handsome features while he applauded the work that Jeff did. "Jeff Sh ...!"

"You won't say anything will you?" Jeff asked, suddenly fearful, seeing the realisation in Michael's eyes.

"Of course not!" Michael assured him seriously.

Suddenly, Michael leaned forward and kissed Jeff again, deeply and longingly. They smiled at each other, sharing their secrets. "Michael," said Jeff, a serious tone to his voice, "promise me something?"

"Sure, handsome, name it," Michael replied.

"Don't think of me as the TV person. Think of me as the leather man you made love with tonight, and hopefully will make love with again, okay?"

"I already do." And he meant it.

 

Chapter 2

They relaxed again, and Jeff lay back with his head on Michael's lap, as Michael ran his fingers over Jeff's body playfully. Staying there for hours, they chatted easily, confiding in each other, both finding it a strange but welcome relief to be able to open up completely to another person. Finally, around 2.00 am, Jeff began to get restless.

"Do you need to be somewhere?" Michael asked him, teasingly.

"No," came the slow reply, "but it's getting late, and Phillip will be concerned if I don't show soon."

"Phillip?" Michael queried, his face aghast. "But I thought you were, well, single?"

Jeff laughed quickly, and took Michael's hand in his. "I am! Very much so. Phillip is the one and only person, apart from you, who knows my secret. He's my housekeeper, my driver, my cook, just about everything. But he's not my lover. He'll be waiting outside with the car for me."

Michael looked impressed, overawed even. He'd never known anyone who had their own driver/housekeeper.

"I suppose you'd better go then," he said quietly. "You will call me, won't you?" The anxiety crept into his voice despite his attempts to hide it.

Jeff looked at him again, and Michael could see him thinking hard. He took a deep breath.

"I've never done this before, but, well ..." and he paused for a moment, before rushing on. "Michael, it's Friday night, or probably Saturday morning by now. If you don't have any other plans for the weekend, would you like to come back to my place?"

Michael's heart leapt into his mouth. He was dumbfounded for a second. "I, ah, YES!" he almost shouted, suddenly wanting more than anything to be with Jeff for as long as possible. "But I don't have another helmet, and my bike is downstairs, and I don't have any other clothes," he said, thinking aloud.

Jeff smiled wickedly. "I don't want you in any other clothes!" he said emphatically.

"But I have to get home eventually," Michael said, being practical.

"Leave your bike here, we can arrange to get it later. And I'm sure we can sort something out as far as getting you home, clothed appropriately."

Michael nodded. Throwing caution to the wind, he decided to take a chance, and enjoy himself while he could.

"Come on, stud," Jeff grinned, "Let's go."

He pulled his hood back on again, and Michael replaced his cap and glasses, admiring the view of Jeff's body, clad in beautiful leather, as they walked to the lockers. Michael collected his jeans, jacket and helmet while Jeff retrieved a mobile phone he had checked earlier. They confirmed with the desk attendant that Michael's bike would be okay in the carpark, and Jeff dialled a number on his phone.

"Hi, it's me ... yeah, five minutes, okay? ... oh, Phillip, I'm bringing someone with me." Michael could swear he heard the shock on the line. "That's right, see you in five." Jeff hung up, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "He'll be fine," he said to the question on Michael's face. "Just a little surprised, its never happened before, but you'll like him, I know."

A few minutes later, Jeff and Michael walked quickly from the lower entrance of the club into the underground carpark and, looking around to see there was no one in sight, Jeff pulled open the door of a large blue car with dark windows, motioning Michael into the roomy back seat, and following him into the vehicle. As the car pulled slowly from the garage into the street, Jeff grabbed Michael's hand in his own, and said to the driver, "Phillip, this is Michael. He'll be staying for the weekend, and I hope to see a lot more of him."

Michael glowed with this comment, as Phillip answered without turning his head. "Welcome, Mr Michael," he said firmly, as if they were meeting in a gentleman's dinner party, instead of being collected from a gay club, dressed in sexually explicit leather gear. Michael muttered a halting thank you, as Jeff sat back, a grin from ear to ear. Jeff's hand settled on Michael's leg, and slowly and sensuously made its way up until he was groping at the mound of polished black leather between Michael's legs. Michael sighed, lost in the wonder of what was happening, and his fingers sought out Jeff's again erect nipples, pinching them playfully.

Fifteen minutes later, the car slid quietly through an automatic gate and into a large garage below a huge house in a silent street. It pulled to a stop, and Phillip stepped out, opening the door and holding it politely as Michael and Jeff alighted. His face showed nothing, and he may as well have been holding the door for two suited businessmen as for a pair of leather clad men in chaps and harnesses, one's head hidden in a leather hood and the other's face obscured by a low cap and mirrored glasses.

Jeff calmly walked into the house, leading Michael up a flight of wide stairs and into a lavishly appointed bedroom. As soon as they were inside the room, he closed the door behind them and turned to his companion again. As Jeff dimmed the lights, once more the two men explored each other with their eyes, feasting on the sight of the leather encased body and bulging promise of manhood before them. They leaned to each other and kissed, their lips meeting and tongues jousting as they tasted each other, nibbling and biting with growing passion. Hands strayed over muscled torsos and fingers traced leather straps before they pressed against each other, hard and desiring yet again.

Jeff moved backwards to the bed, drawing Michael with him. He sat on the edge of the huge mattress and closed his mouth over the leathery bulge of Michael's clearly visible cock and balls. Michael sighed with delight as Jeff began to massage his leathered genitals, and his hands gripped at the black hood covering Jeff's head, revelling in the sensuous feel of the leather beneath his palms. Jeff reached for the snaps holding the codpiece in place, and released Michael's throbbing tool from its hiding place, diving onto his lover's prong and swallowing the hard throbbing fleshy pole. He resisted the urge to gag as he pushed his face onto Michael's penis, and slid his teeth all the way down the beautiful shaft until his nose was buried in Michael's pubic hair. Jeff worked the muscles of his throat around the pole of man meat buried in his mouth, and ached with joy at the sighs and trembling contentment emanating from Michael. He loved the feeling of having his face impaled upon the hard throbbing flesh of a man's cock, and it was so much more exciting when the man was someone special like this one.

Michael pulled himself from the heated bliss of Jeff's mouth, and slowly pushed Jeff back onto the bed. Jeff whimpered his need and Michael quickly swung around so that he knelt behind and astride Jeff's head. He kissed the prone form below him on the lips, powerfully and passionately, then broke the kiss and began to lick and nibble his way over Jeff's chin and across his chiselled chest, until he found the hard brown skin of his man's nipples. He licked at the tiny erections, then nibbled at them, taking each in turn between his teeth, biting firmly but not too hard and then blowing on the sensitive skin. Jeff moaned with pleasure at this attention, his cock fully erect and straining within its leather pouch, looking impossibly huge and inviting from where Michael stared at the black tube across Jeff's sculpted abs.

He leaned further forward, and Michael's lips made contact with the bulging leather mound at Jeff's groin just as Jeff closed his lips over the dribbling head of Michael's cock one more time. Michael ran his tongue along the black leathery rod and over the hide bound orbs of Jeff's nuts, closing his lips around the firm shapes and gnawing at the supple leather encasing Jeff's masculinity. Resting on his elbows, he lifted the triangle of black hide away with his hands, revealing Jeff's throbbing veiny cock in all its glory. As Michael closed his lips over the head of that beautiful meat, his own cock pushed its way back into Jeff's willing gullet, and the two men slurped and suckled at each other in the 69 position for uncounted minutes, each biting and licking at the hot pole of throbbing muscle sunk within their throats while they trembled with joy at the warm moist sheath enveloping their aching prongs.

Michael almost reluctantly lifted himself away from Jeff's cock, and slid his own prick from the mouth slurping at it noisily. But before Jeff could say anything, he swung around again, straddling his man, sitting his bare arse on the ridged abdomen and binding leather straps as his gleaming black legs pressed against Jeff's sides, the leather of his chaps rubbing against Jeff's bare skin. Leaning forward, his hands on Jeff's arms, he bent to kiss the man below him and as he did he felt Jeff's raging erection nudge at his arse. This was almost like riding a bike, he thought, but what a bike! A living breathing leather clad monster, trembling beneath him, between his legs, with a proud and solid dagger of flesh sticking up and pressing at his arse. Michael ached with the erotic sensations which assailed him. He reached for his jacket and retrieved a condom and a sachet of lube, and quickly placed the prophylactic over Jeff's cock, smothering it with the lubricant as he did.

Jeff gasped as he felt the latex envelope his prick, and sighed with delight when Michael's hands returned to pin his arms to the bed. With Michael's weight upon him, he could barely move, but he flexed his groin, and felt his tool lift and slide between Michael's arse cheeks. As the two of them kissed and wrestled like this, Jeff felt his prick nudge into place as Michael rotated himself into position, and then the man above him lowered his hungry arse down onto Jeff's rock hard pole, and Jeff gasped with the sensation of his weapon entering Michael's body. He trembled as he felt Michael's sphincter close around the head of his dick, and ached with desire as the incredibly wonderful feeling of Michael's body wrapping around him descended inch by inch along his manhood. As Michael's rectum swallowed him, Jeff marvelled at the pleasure concentrating itself in his dick.

Michael felt a twinge of pain as Jeff's steely cock was forced through his anus, then sighed with pleasure as that same tower of flesh nudged against his prostate and probed up into his body as he used his own weight to drive himself down upon the upright weapon. As he sank onto Jeff's manhood, he shuddered with delight at the incredible sensation of being filled by his lover's hot meaty poker. His butt came to rest against Jeff's thighs, and he clenched himself around the invading spear, then began to lift and drop again, fucking himself on the prone form of the muscled and leathered man below him. This was incredible! He rarely took the passive role in sex, preferring to be dominant, in control, but the feeling of someone else inside him was unbelievable. It occurred to him that in fact he was still in the dominant position, his arms and legs pinning Jeff to the bed so that his partner could not move, while his body humped up and down, faster and faster upon the fleshy spike within him, driving it harder and deeper into himself with each movement.

For his part, Jeff was in ecstasy. He was accustomed to being fucked, to have his partner use him and dictate the direction of their coupling. It was the combination of submission and hot sex that excited him, but he had never before experienced the erotic joy of being subjugated as he was, unable to move with Michael holding him in place, and at the same time thrusting his rigid, throbbing prong deep into the welcoming cavity of another body. As Michael hunched up and down on him, faster and faster, Jeff trembled and thrust, feeling his partner pound himself down onto Jeff and sending shockwaves of passionate lust through them both.

Their rutting, sweaty fuck continued as Michael heaved and dropped against Jeff's body and the two men groaned and gasped together. The musky aroma of perspiration and male sex mixed with the scent of tanned hide as the leathered bodies crashed against each other in powerful and passionate coitus, and Michael and Jeff raced each other toward thundering orgasm. Michael hit his peak first, a spasm rocking his body as his hand flew to his own cock and his voice tried to stutter a warning to his mate. Losing the last shred of control, he felt his nuts contract and his cock swell, and he drove himself down onto Jeff's prick with one final, ultimate fucking. As his cock exploded, his sphincter clenched in a vice-like grip around Jeff's pole, and Jeff responded with a strangled yell of passionate surrender, humping his body upwards and loosing his white hot cream into the rubber sheath clamped inside Michael's bowel. A torrent of cum poured from Michael over Jeff's stomach and chest, and a corresponding river of jism emptied itself from Jeff's cock into Michael's body.

"Un-fucking-believable!" was Michael's comment, whispered to his leathered partner as the tide of passion ebbed away. Jeff grinned back at the beautiful man encased in black hide still astride him, still gripping his slowly flagging penis within his arse. He knew in that moment that he had found someone special, someone he had to hold on to at all costs.

As the two separated, they helped each other remove the gleaming, polished leather adorning their bodies, and placed it carefully to one side, then collapsed into the huge bed together, arms intertwined as they kissed, happy and sated, before falling asleep contentedly.

***

When Michael woke the next morning it was dark, and for a second he was unsure where he was. A momentary alarm struck him, and then the memories of the night came back and he smiled. There was a weight on his right arm which proved to be Jeff's head, and he looked long at the strange yet familiar face. He knew the features well enough from his television set, but began to feel arousal coming on when he imagined them encased in the leather hood his new lover had worn last night. Michael leaned close to Jeff's mouth, kissing his forehead lightly.

The soft touch of Michael's lips caused Jeff to stir, and as he opened sleepy eyes a flicker of surprise crossed his face, much as it had with Michael, before realisation dawned, and a cheeky grin replaced the uncertainty. "Good morning, stud," he said, "Sleep well?"

"Uh huh," Michael nodded. In fact, when he thought about it he had slept more soundly than he had for a long time.

"Ready for some sunlight?"

Michael nodded again, and Jeff reached for a remote control on the bedside table. He pushed a button, and the heavy curtains along one wall of the room slowly slid open to reveal a bright sunny mid-morning. The view which presented itself through the floor to ceiling, wall-to-wall glass took Michael's breath away. Below them a lush tropical garden of palm trees and ferns bordered a crystal clear swimming pool, the far edge of which was paved with sandstone flag stones. Nothing could be seen past the paving except the sparkling blue water of Sydney Harbour, and across the water the green of trees from which the towers of the city buildings rose skyward.

"Amazing!" Michael whispered when he caught his breath. "What a sight to wake up to every morning."

"Yes, I never get tired of it," Jeff agreed, relaxing and letting his fingers play across Michael's chest, pinching softly at the hard skin of his lover's nipples.

As they lay there, delighting in each other's company, and the new experience of waking up with someone, there was a knock on the door. Both men jumped a little, and pulled the sheet up to hide their nakedness, before Jeff called out, "Come in."

Phillip entered the room and nodded to them.

"Good morning, Mr Jeffrey; Good morning, Mr Michael," he said, as if he did so every day. "I trust you both slept well. Will you take breakfast on the terrace, or shall I serve it here?"

Michael looked dumbfounded, but Jeff had recovered from the initial embarrassment of being in bed with a lover. He had known Phillip for years, and knew he would ignore anything but his job. "We'll eat outside, thanks," he said calmly.

"Do you have any preference for breakfast, Mr Michael?" Phillip asked, looking at the smaller man as though he were fully dressed and sitting in the living room, instead of lying naked alongside Phillip's employer.

"Ah," Michael stammered, "no thanks, whatever is easiest, and please, just call me Michael."

Phillip ignored this last comment. "In ten minutes then, gentlemen?"

Jeff smiled. "Okay, thank you." As Phillip left the room, he grinned at Michael. "You won't get him to drop the 'Mr'. It's taken me forever to get him to call me 'Mr Jeffrey' instead of using my surname."

"I guess it's all a bit much for me," Michael said quietly. "I've never known anyone who had someone living with them like this. Don't you get embarrassed with him hanging around all the time?"

Jeff thought about this a moment. "I guess not," he said slowly. "When he first came to work for me, I told him that I needed someone with absolute discretion. He was recommended on that basis alone. I figured if he was going to be here 24 hours a day, then he needed to know everything about me, and in fact, he's become a friend and confidant, more than a servant or employee. He is the only person who knows I'm gay, and the only one who knows about my love of leather. He's helped me through some tough times personally, and protects me, too. I never feel uncomfortable with him around, whether I'm naked or geared up in leather or any other time. And besides, he doesn't hang around permanently. Most of the time when I'm at home he keeps to his own section of the house, downstairs, and looks in on me from time to time to see if I want anything."

"Then why were you embarrassed when he knocked this morning?" asked Michael, curious about life with a live-in butler, as he had come to think of Phillip.

"Well," said Jeff slowly, "mainly because this is all new to me. I've never brought anyone home before." A look of uncertainty was on his face as he stared now at Michael.

"Then, thank you even more!" Michael said with emphasis, and he kissed Jeff again, tenderly.

"Come on, handsome," Jeff laughed, "Let's eat." He threw a shave coat around himself, and tossed a matching coat to Michael. "For the neighbours, and the tourists," he explained. "Phillip wouldn't notice if we were naked, but one drawback of living here is that the people on the harbour can see you if you're sitting nude on the terrace."

Together they made their way out onto a wide sandstone balcony that opened off the living room and overlooked the pool. Two comfortable chairs were drawn up to a glass table, and steaming cups of coffee were set beside glasses of juice and fresh pastries. Michael looked in wonder at the scene.

"I feel like I've died and gone to heaven," he said softly, "or at least to a fancy hotel!"

"I hope you get used to it," Jeff winked at him.

"All this and you too? Oh yeah!" he said enthusiastically.

Phillip appeared at the door behind them. "Is everything in order, gentlemen? Will there be anything else?"

"It's fine, thank you," said Jeff. Then added suddenly, "Oh, Phillip, Michael is concerned about walking around the house naked. He's worried that you'll be offended."

Michael turned a deep shade of red, and shot a look of daggers at Jeff, who grinned evilly.

"Not at all, sir," Phillip said to both of them. "I shall do my best to be inconspicuous, but please feel at liberty to enjoy yourselves, and ignore me completely should I inadvertently disturb you."

"Well, much as I like the look of him naked, and love it even better when he's kitted out in full leather ..." once again Michael was turning red and Jeff was enjoying the teasing, "... he needs some everyday clothes to get home in. Do you think you could organise something for him?"

"It will be my pleasure, sirs," Phillip said at once.

As he spoke, Michael swore he noticed the slightest curl of a smile on Phillip's face. When he left, Jeff laughed out loud. "He thinks it's wonderful that I've brought someone home, and he really likes you."

"How can you tell?"

"I've known him long enough to be able to see what he thinks, and he approves of you," Jeff said, certainty in his voice.

For what was left of the morning they lazed around the house, Jeff happily giving Michael a guided tour as his new friend marvelled at the lifestyle money could bring, and down inside a niggling worry began to hatch. Michael felt for Jeff because of who he was as a person, and lusted after him as the hooded, leathered god with whom he had made love last night. He didn't give a damn about the money or the fame that Jeff had, but he wondered whether they were too different to be together. Michael tried in vain to picture Jeff at Michael's tiny flat, and felt too that Jeff may have second thoughts about starting a friendship with him when he realised how uneducated Michael was.

But he put aside his doubts for the moment, and enjoyed the day more than any he could remember. They swapped their robes for a pair of light sarongs, which Jeff had to show Michael how to tie. They swam naked in the warm waters of the pool, and sunbathed on the sheltered patio. Phillip appeared two or three times with cool drinks, or to bring them a tray of freshly made sandwiches for lunch, and Michael surprised himself when he realised he was not at all uncomfortable when the older man suddenly appeared, even when they were completely nude and cavorting together in the pool.

As the afternoon grew into evening, the two men became noticeably closer, their playful contacts more intimate, and they frequently found themselves kissing, or holding hands, or caressing each other in the beginnings of arousal. By some unspoken signal, both men suddenly stood and faced each other, acknowledging their shared need and growing desire. Jeff led Michael into the bedroom again, and hit the control for closing the drapes, sealing them away from the world. Michael noticed with amazement that their leather gear had been carefully laid out on the bed, cleaned, dried, oiled and polished to perfection.

Jeff saw Michael's surprise and smiled again. "Phillip. He thinks of everything," he said matter-of-factly.

As one, they stood naked and embraced, then slowly, sensuously, they helped each other into the gleaming black hide. Michael had always enjoyed the ritualistic and erotic pleasure of wrapping his body in the beautiful rich dark skin, but this was so much better as he and Jeff dressed each other, taking their time to encase themselves in the tight, shining leather, and to admire themselves unashamedly as they did so.

They slept little that night. The hours passed in a blur of erotic bliss for the two leathered and lusty men. Fingers and hands followed eyes as they explored every centimetre of each others' bodies. They touched, they kissed, they squeezed and licked and bit, they trembled and tingled and they fucked. Time and again they filled the room with the sounds of pure masculine sex, gasping breath and squealing leather, excited groans and the squelching, slapping noises of skin on skin, skin on leather, and sweating, heaving bodies joined as one. The aphrodisiac smells of leather, sweat and male musk permeated the place, and Michael and Jeff became 'Visor' and 'Hood' as they surrendered willingly to the primeval lust and passionate urges of their inner beings, coupled themselves and sated their animal needs together. They grunted and humped their way to climax a number of times, and through it all, they revelled in the joy of being with someone special. They made love.

The next day Jeff was the first to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was Michael's face, only inches from his own, serene and content. He lay there for some time, looking at the man who had shared his bed and his life for the last two days, and his heart ached with happiness. Michael stirred in his sleep, twisting around, and his head ended up on Jeff's chest, Jeff's arm draping over Michael's shoulders. Jeff smiled again, and drifted back into sleep.

**

That was how Phillip found them when he tapped quietly, and opened the door carefully later in the morning. Making sure he didn't disturb the two sleepers, he gathered up the leather gear strewn on the floor, and pulled the door closed again, but indulged himself in a satisfying look at his Mr Jeffrey, lying there with Mr Michael asleep on his chest, and smiled to himself. He loved Jeff as a son, and had been concerned for him for some time, but now this man had come along, and Phillip had never seen Jeff so happy. It moved him to see the improvement, and made him determined to ensure that these two stayed together.

**

When Michael and Jeff did finally emerge from the bedroom, they were naked and ravenous. Phillip ignored their lack of clothing and managed to provide an instantaneous meal of toast, eggs and bacon, juice and coffee. Without even a blink, he cleaned up after the men, and approached them as they relaxed on a sofa, Jeff lying face down, his bubble butt enticingly pointed to the ceiling, his arms and head resting on a pillow atop Michael's chest while Michael was stretched out, his feet supported by an ottoman, his flaccid penis lying across his thigh.

"I shall be out for an hour and a half unless you want anything else, gentlemen?" he said, more a statement than a question.

"Okay, Phillip," said Jeff. "I'm sure we can think of something to amuse ourselves."

The older man ignored the comment and the embarrassed giggles of Michael and Jeff, and walked away. The two young men happily repeated the routine from the day before, swimming and sunning, enjoying each other's company. Philip had not returned by the time they began to feel hungry again, so Jeff rummaged through the kitchen, and made them a very passable salad with cold cuts.

"I'm impressed," said Michael with a smile. "I was starting to think you didn't even know where the kitchen was, but you're a regular chef!"

Jeff grinned at the dig. "I know it looks like Phillip does everything for me, but he insists. I'm happy enough to look after myself when he's not around. I'm not stupid you know!" he laughed.

Michael joined in the chuckling, but inside his head he winced at the comment. 'No, but I am,' he thought to himself, wondering again if he could possibly keep Jeff happy when this wonderful man got to know him better.

Much too soon for the liking of either man, the afternoon shadows lengthened. Michael sighed, and stirred against Jeff's arm. "I hate having to say it, but I really have to be going," he said, the reluctance obvious in his expression.

"You're welcome to stay. In fact, I'd prefer it if you did," Jeff said quickly. Michael could hear the plea in his voice.

"I'd love to," Michael said, wistful now. "But I have to work tomorrow, and my bike is still back at the carpark of the club."

"Oh, shit, that's right, I forgot." Jeff sat up and looked deep into Michael's face. "Will you come back again?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, please," Michael responded, almost in a whisper.

They walked together into the bedroom again, and found that Phillip still worked his magic. Michael's leathers were again cleaned and oiled, and placed in a large carry bag, while a pair of expensive dress jeans and a beautiful polo shirt were laid out on the bed. Michael looked at the clothes, then turned to Jeff.

"You shouldn't have ..." he began.

"Of course I should," Jeff cut him off. "I waylaid you into staying, and we can't have you going home in daylight in full leather -- some guy might steal you away, and I only just met you!" The last words were said with a grin, and Michael pushed at his lover playfully.

"I guess you're right," he said slowly, pretending to look thoughtful. "Still, I could nick into Headquarters again, see if there's anyone interesting in there before I go home." Jeff's face gave away the moment of doubt, and Michael laughed out loud. "Got you!" he said. "Anyway, you've worn me out, spoiled me for anyone else."

Together they broke into grins, and wrestled around, laughing as Michael dressed in the new clothes and Jeff pulled on similar items from his wardrobe. Properly attired, they kissed again, and Jeff held Michael close.

"I'll get Phillip to drive us into the club, so you can collect your bike," he said.

On the trip from Jeff's home, the two said little, but sat pressed against each other, holding hands and kissing occasionally. When they reached the club, Michael made to go. Jeff kissed him again, a long, needing embrace, then pressed a piece of paper into his hand.

"What's this?" Michael asked.

"My number. Promise me you'll call?"

"Shit!" said Michael vehemently. "I didn't think! I'm sorry, Jeff, really. It just didn't occur to me that I had no way of reaching you, or you me. Phillip, do you have a pen and paper?"

"Yes, Mr Michael," said the older man, handing over the requested items. Michael scribbled his phone number on the page, and gave it to Jeff, smiling.

"Make sure you don't lose it, handsome!" he whispered, as he closed the door, and watched the car drive away. With the darkened windows, he couldn't see whether Jeff was watching, but he didn't move until the car was out of sight.

Quickly then, he donned his helmet, and shoved the bag with his leather gear into one of the panniers. Riding home, he had trouble concentrating as he thought of all the wonderful things that had happened since Friday night, and of how much he felt for Jeff. As he made his way into the flat and looked around, he was suddenly hit by a sense of depression. Jeff would never fit in here, and how could Michael expect him to build a life with someone so different from himself. He carefully returned his leather gear to its special place in the closet, and sat in silence as morose thoughts assailed his brain.

He was shaken from his reverie by the ringing of the phone. Absently he picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi there, stud," came a seductive voice that he recognised instantly, and brought a smile to his face. "are you naked ..?"

"Not yet," he answered quickly, grinning to himself. "But the guy across the road is coming over in 15 minutes, so I might be soon if I'm lucky."

"Michael!" Jeff's voice thundered down the line. "You've ditched me already?" he tried to sound hurt, but couldn't keep the smile from his voice.

"You know how it goes, kid, out of sight, out of mind as they say."

Then Michael lost his composure and started laughing. Jeff joined in, and as they subsided, he said more seriously, "I just wanted to thank you again, and to show you that I hadn't lost the piece of paper."

"Thanks, handsome," Michael responded. "You can call me anytime you want, my man. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" and hung up.

Jeff put the receiver down slowly. A warm glow had come over him at Michael's words. 'My man' -- hmmm, I like that, he thought to himself.

 

Chapter 3

The next day Michael was back at work as usual. If it weren't for the new clothes hanging in his closet, he could easily have convinced himself that the weekend had all been a dream, so far removed was it from his day to day existence. Nothing had changed in the 'real world', yet he constantly thought of Jeff, of the incredible sex they had had, and of the special man behind the leather mask. His supervisor was just as testy, and just as belittling as always, and Michael struggled to stay away from him, and get on with his job quietly.

That night he sat himself down to eat, and absently flicked on the television. There on his screen was a very familiar face, and one which started Michael's thoughts racing again. Jeff was doing a story on used car salesmen, confronting the manager of a car yard and demanding answers the man couldn't give without incriminating himself. He was forceful and dominant, and Michael smiled. He turned down the volume and picked up the phone, dialling the number on the sheet of paper he had carefully put aside the previous evening.

"Hello?" came a deep voice.

Michael was taken aback for a second, and then realised. "Hello, Phillip? It's Michael," he said.

Phillip's voice brightened considerably. "One moment, sir," he said quickly.

Almost immediately Jeff was on the line. "Hello?" He sounded almost anxious thought Michael, unable to guess why.

"Hi there, handsome," he said brightly. "Watcha doin'?"

Jeff laughed, "Sitting over the phone, willing you to ring, of course," he said jokingly.

"Yeah, right! That's why you had Phillip answer it for you."

"Well, you can't be too careful, you know. It might be a crank call, some pervert trying to get at me."

Michael lowered his voice, trying to sound like a dirty old man should. "There's a pervert right here who wouldn't mind getting at you right now," he hissed.

"Sounds good to me, how quickly can you get here?" Jeff matched Michael's voice perfectly.

"Sorry, stud, not tonight," Michael said, giving up on his attempt at getting a rise out of his friend. "Besides, I'm busy watching some character on TV picking on a poor innocent used car salesman."

"Yeah?" said Jeff down the line. "Don't you just hate the way they do that -- never give the poor business men a fair chance!" Michael could hear the sarcasm and the mirth in Jeff's voice.

"True, still this one's kinda cute, I suppose. I can just picture him in a harness and chaps, with a leather hood over his head. Now that'd be hot! I wonder what the salesman would think then, if he could see this guy begging to be fucked?"

"You have no shame, Michael!" Jeff said, sounding hurt. Michael instantly regretted what he had said.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I was just joking."

Jeff's laugh rang out. "Got you!" he said, and Michael smiled again.

"Okay, you win. I have to go, but I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"You bet, stud," said Jeff. "I'll be looking forward to it." And somehow, Michael knew he was telling the truth.

For the rest of the week, they spoke every evening, and Michael struggled through his days. Jeff had begun jotting down a few ideas for stories when his break was finished, and put them in a memo to his secretary, even though he wouldn't see her for weeks. He hummed to himself as he did, and waited eagerly for his daily chat with Michael. Phillip noted the change in his employer, and smiled.

Friday rolled around and Michael called Jeff early that afternoon, as soon as he had finished work. He had been both hoping for and dreading this call all day. He desperately wanted to see Jeff again, but what if Jeff were busy, or did not want to see him?

Jeff came on the phone immediately, sounding bright and cheerful as always, perhaps a little too cheerful, thought Michael, almost as if he's forcing it.

"Hi there, Michael," he said quickly, "how was your day?"

"Uh, the usual," Michael said off handedly. "Yours?"

"Okay. I've been thinking about some possible ideas to follow up when we go back into production, although I have to admit that I've been a bit pre-occupied, thinking about the weekend."

"Oh," Michael responded quietly. "Do you have some big plans then?"

There was a short silence on the other end of the line. "Nooo ..." Jeff drew out the word, and uncertainty crept into his voice. "Why, do you?"

"No." It was as much a question as a statement.

Jeff took a breath. "I was hoping you'd like to come here again?" he said, tentatively.

Michael's heart leapt in his chest again. "Yes!" he almost yelled into the phone. "I'd love to. I wasn't sure if you'd want me back again so soon."

"Michael, sometimes I could scream at you," Jeff said with a vengeance. "I was terrified you wouldn't want to come! Get yourself over here as fast as you can, and bring that beautiful leather gear with you. And Michael, ..." he paused.

"Yeah?"

"Plan on being here ALL weekend! I don't want you to go home until the absolute latest that you can, okay?"

"Okay!" Michael replied happily.

"Do you remember where the house is to get here by yourself?"

"I think so."

"Okay. When you get to the front gate, just ring the intercom on the right hand side of the driveway and the gates will open for you. See you soon, gorgeous." And with that he rang off, his whole body tingling with excitement and anticipation at having his man back again.

Michael raced around his flat, getting himself together. He stowed his precious leathers in the carrier bag, showered and dressed in the clothes Jeff had bought for him, and tidied up cursorily. The whole time Jeff's voice rang in his ears -- 'see you soon, gorgeous' -- Michael was so happy, and so excited to be getting back together with Jeff again, he couldn't get the smile off his face, or the hardness out of his shorts!

Michael and Jeff were inseparable the entire weekend. With Phillip unobtrusively and benignly seeing to their meals and creature comforts, they explored each other's bodies, and when they rested from the fantastic, erotic excitement of sex, they explored each other's minds, talking long and meaningfully, getting to know one another more and more. Michael learned of Jeff's hopes for the future, and his plans for more exposÈs on his show. Jeff listened intently as Michael told him of his impoverished upbringing and inability to finish his schooling. And they punctuated the time with joyous, abandonned, lusty sex. Each of them carefully, ritualistically, garbed his mate in the slick, oiled leather, and transformed himself into his alter ego as they indulged in pure erotic pleasure, arousal building slowly and sensuously to climax, and gently easing down again in each other's arms.

Very late on Sunday night, Michael stirred again. Jeff's arms were around him, both of them still bound in leather harness and chaps, the sheen of sweat glistening on their bodies as they recuperated from another session of hot love making.

"I have to go," he said regretfully.

"I suppose so," echoed Jeff. "I wish you could stay forever, you know?"

Michael smiled. "Thank you, Jeff. You're the most wonderful person I've ever known."

"What did I do to deserve that?" Jeff asked with surprise.

"Just for saying what you just did, and for letting me be with you. I'm not very smart, I know, but I do know when luck is on my side, and it has been since I met you."

Jeff's heart ached. "That's bullshit, Michael," he said harshly. "Of course you're smart. You're one of the most intelligent people I know. You're incisive, witty and charming, and honest as well. So you didn't get much of an education? That doesn't make you stupid, it just means that you can learn so much more if you want." He stopped, suddenly, looking deeply into Michael's eyes, and went on again. "You are a really special person, Michael, and I'm the lucky one. Lucky that you agreed to come home with me, lucky that you like me enough to come back again."

Tears began to form in Michael's eyes, and he wiped at his face with his forearm. "Jeff, I can't tell you how good I feel when you say that. I wish I knew the right words ..." he stopped, breathing fast. " ... you make me feel important, and you mean so much to me."

Jeff hugged him tightly. He never wanted to let this man go.

Michael coughed and spoke again. "Do you think I could, ah, leave my leather here? It's heavy to carry, and I don't feel like I could want it for anything unless you were around?"

Jeff's look was one of pure joy. "Yes, yes, of course. You know that means you'll have to come back every weekend, so I can put it on you again?"

"Yep, that's what I figured," Michael grinned slyly.

"Perfect!"

The following week was a repeat of the previous. Michael and Jeff spoke to each other daily, and Michael put up with work as best he could, counting the hours until he could be with Jeff again. Jeff tried to concentrate on notes and ideas, but his mind was constantly filled with thoughts of Michael: Michael dressed in gleaming black leather; Michael sleeping alongside him; Michael diving into the pool and spraying water over Jeff. He found himself wondering what Michael would think of this idea or that plan. He imagined what it would be like to have Michael around all the time, and his imagination told him it would be wonderful.

Michael had managed to finish work around lunchtime on Friday. He planned to surprise Jeff by showing up early, so they could have even more time together. But disaster struck. Riding home that afternoon, his rear tyre blew out. Luckily, he was only going reasonably slowly, and he was able to keep control as he veered over to the side of the road, but as he did, he clipped a piece of timber near the gutter which spiked upward and broke his chain. He looked at the bike, disheartened. Nothing major, but he wouldn't be getting to Jeff's early after all.

Pushing the bike into his regular mechanic's garage, he showed the man the damage, and asked how long it would take to repair.

"Not long, mate, but I'm stuck on an emergency job, and won't be able to do it until tomorrow morning."

Michael was aghast. But there was nothing for it. The bike had to be fixed, he had no other means of transport, either to Jeff's place, or to and from work next week. He left the bike at the garage and headed home.

Jeff couldn't disguise the surprise when Michael rang early. "Hi there, handsome, what's up?" he asked happily.

"Not us, at least not tonight," Michael answered dejectedly. "My bike's off the road until late tomorrow morning, so I can't get there this evening."

"Oh, damn!" Jeff said with feeling. "I miss you already, stud." There was a silent pause, then Jeff spoke again. "Michael, I'll come and get you. Forget about the bike for the weekend."

"I can't. I need it for work next week and the garage closes on Sunday, so I have to collect it tomorrow."

"Well, I could still come out, that's, um, if you'd like?" Another pause, Jeff not knowing whether to go on. He swallowed his fears and continued. "I could come to your place if you'd like. You've never actually asked me to do that!"

Michael gulped. "I, ah, know I haven't Jeff. But this place is so, um, small, and ah, well, it's just that I don't know that I want you to see where I live ..." he finished lamely.

"Okay," said Jeff, "if you don't want me there, I'll accept that." The hurt in his voice was plain.

Michael agonised on the other end of the line. "No, Jeff, it's not like that. It's just that I'm scared that if you see exactly how I live you'll be really disappointed, not so sure about us anymore."

"Don't be stupid!" the phone exploded in Michael's ear. "It's not where or how you live that matters, but YOU!"

Michael surrendered. He really wanted to see Jeff tonight, and Jeff had to find out eventually just how poor Michael was. "Okay, my man," he laughed weakly, "come on over." He gave Jeff the address, and Jeff assured him he would be there in an hour.

During the time he waited for his lover, Michael worked feverishly to make the tiny flat as presentable as possible. There wasn't a lot he could do about the ancient furnishings or the peeling paintwork, but at least the place was spotlessly clean and tidy. When a knock sounded at the door, he almost jumped with fright, and realised he was actually nervous as hell at having Jeff here for the first time. Michael opened the door tentatively, and Jeff rushed in, throwing his arms around Michael and kissing him hard. Michael slammed the door quickly in case one of the neighbours walked past.

"So this is your palace?" Jeff said, a smile on his face as he looked around.

"Don't be funny," Michael grimaced.

"Okay, so it's not a palace. But it's your home and that's what matters to me."

A flicker of a smile crossed Michael's face. "You didn't have any trouble finding the building?" he asked, trying to make small talk.

"No," said Jeff, "Phillip drove straight here."

A panicked thought struck Michael. He raced to the window and looked down. Sure enough, there was Jeff's car parked out front, presumably with Phillip sitting at the wheel still.

"Jeff, anyone could have seen you coming in here!" he cried.

"So? It's not like I'm going into some gay leather club," he smirked. "What's wrong with visiting a friend? Besides, no-one is likely to take any notice of someone getting out of a car and walking into a building."

"Around here, that car alone is going to attract plenty of notice, especially with a chauffeur! I'm surprised there isn't a crowd gathered around it already."

"Tough!" Jeff declared. "Now, I've been thinking on the way out. We can't let Philip sit there all night, and I guessed you only had one bedroom." Michael winced again. "That's okay. Do you have a spare bike helmet?"

Michael nodded, confused.

"Then how about we send Phillip home, and stay here tonight, and in the morning we'll collect your bike and you can take us both back to my place?"

Michael grinned. "You'd stay a night here voluntarily?" he asked incredulously.

"With you around, stud, I'd stay anywhere!"

"Okay!" Michael smiled.

"I'll let Phillip know," said Jeff.

"No!" cried Michael quickly. "I'll go and tell Phillip. You stay here. Your face is a 'national treasure' around this area, and if you don't want to be mobbed, I think you should try to avoid being seen outside."

Jeff laughed, and Michael disappeared downstairs to tell Phillip what was happening. As he walked to the driver's side of the car, the window rolled down smoothly. Michael explained what was happening, and Phillip nodded.

As Michael went to leave, Phillip called, "Mr Michael, Mr Jeffrey left in a hurry, but I thought you might like these?" He handed Michael a bag. Michael looked inside, and there were Michael's cap and glasses, and Jeff's leather hood. Michael grinned widely. "Not the full outfit, I'm afraid, but I suspected that might be a bit much to bring back on your bike," Phillip said.

"You're a marvel, Phillip!"

"No, sir. It's you who are the marvel. You've done so much good by being with him. And you mean so much to him, sir. Thank you!"

With that, Phillip rolled up the window, and the car pulled out into the street. Michael stared after it, his mind a mixture of emotions at Phillip's words.

That night, Michael and Jeff lay together on Michael's bed, kissing and fondling. They savoured the slow and tender foreplay, taking their time to taste each other, to lick and nibble at chins and necks, to peel away the layers of clothes piece by piece and reveal the desirable bodies hidden inside. Fingers traced circles on chests and stomachs. Hands slid across backs and shoulders, or massaged at the firm round orbs of arse cheeks. Time seemed suspended as they undressed one another, and it was almost a surprise to them when they found they were both naked, embracing and aroused.

Catching his breath, Michael looked up. He had been nibbling at Jeff's nipples, lying face down between Jeff's legs which were around his waist, Jeff's feet on his butt. He could feel the hard protuberance of his man's cock pressing against his sternum. He lifted his eyes to Jeff's face, just as Jeff looked down to see why he had stopped the delightful biting.

"What's up, stud?" Jeff asked, his eyes twinkling.

Michael wriggled against his friend's rigid member, and ground his own pelvis against Jeff's thigh. "Don't you know?" he grinned.

"Funny! Why did you stop? I was really enjoying that," Jeff nodded toward his own chest.

Michael became serious for a moment. "I can't find the words to say this right," he started slowly, "but I just want you to know how special it is having you here, with me, in this place."

Jeff too became solemn. "Michael, I don't care where we are. As long as I'm with you I couldn't be happier, whether we were in a castle or a hovel." His eyes began to smile again, "And your hovel is just fine by me."

He saw Michael's hand fly around, saw the pillow flying at him, but couldn't move fast enough with Michael's weight atop him, to get out of the way. It landed with a 'whumphhh' on his head as they both laughed heartily, wrestling around on the bed and trying to get a grip on the other. A pounding through the wall, and a muffled "Shut the fuck up!" brought them back to earth. Michael looked apologetic.

"Unfortunately it is still a hovel, and the walls are paper thin."

They fell back together again, mouths joined and lips locked as their tongues jousted, tasting each other. Their passion grew, their need became more urgent as they groped and ground at each other.

"After the hovel comment," whispered Michael breathlessly, "I don't know whether you deserve the surprise I have for you."

Jeff looked puzzled, and Michael relented, reaching for the bag he had brought from the car, the one Phillip had handed him. Triumphantly, he revealed the leather hood and cap, and the sunglasses. Jeff's eyes widened with delight, and his cock sprang back to rigid attention.

"How ...?"

"Phillip!"

"I should have known. He thinks of everything."

"He thinks the world of you," Michael said.

"He thinks even more of you, you know," Jeff replied quickly.

They kissed again, beginning slowly, but their passion built and soon they were writhing against each other, the urgent need pushing them forward. Michael took the leather hood and carefully pulled it into place over Jeff's head, smoothing the supple black hide in place and then settling the black cap on his own head. He pushed the mirrored glasses onto his nose, and pulled the visor low over his forehead. The sight of Jeff, naked but for the black leather mask, was incredibly erotic.

"It's not the whole shebang ..." he started to say, but Jeff cut him off.

"No, but it's fucking good anyway. You look so hot in those glasses and cap. Make love to me?"

So he did. Michael's need was suddenly urgent, and it was matched only by Jeff's equally compelling desires. Despite the lack of their beloved leathers, they were 'Hood' and 'Visor' once again, and they were together. Michael rolled a condom over himself, and quickly greased his throbbing pole with lubricating gel, then he swung himself around to sit on the edge of the bed and motioned for Jeff to straddle him. Jeff quickly settled into position, his feet on either side of Michael's legs as he lowered himself slowly toward the waiting prong of Michael's sheathed dagger.

Crouching as he was, Jeff's hole was open and ready when Michael's cock nudged against the soft yielding skin. He grunted as his lover entered him, and ached with delight as Michael speared himself up into his body. Jeff dropped himself down onto that prick, and gasped for joy as Michael's cock massaged his prostate and continued its invasion of his bowel. With his legs spread and Michael's arms around his waist, Michael's hands on his shoulders, Jeff allowed his weight to settle against Michael's legs, as he felt the long steel of Michael's prong bury itself fully within him. In this position, their faces were inches apart, and Jeff looked out through the slits of his leather mask to the blank mirrors of Michael's glasses, barely visible below the shining visor of his cap. The power Michael emanated, his identity obscured, was so amazingly erotic that Jeff trembled with desire.

Michael shifted his weight slightly, and involuntarily, Jeff threw his arms around Michael's neck for support. He felt Michael's arms slide down his back, to meet and join below his waist, tight around his butt. Michael hunched forward as he did, driving his sheathed weapon deeper into Jeff's innards. Jeff let out a grunted "unhh" and Michael hissed a low "oh yeah ..." at him in response. Before he knew what was happening, Jeff felt Michael lifting him, and standing up. Jeff's legs wrapped around Michael's waist, his ankles crossing above Michael's butt as he leaned into his man even closer. He felt the strength of Michael's arms below him, but even more, he sensed the power of Michael's masculinity deep within him.

And then Michael began to hump at him. Using Jeff's own weight Michael bounced his lover up and down on his rampant pole, ploughing the rock hard meat fast and deep into the juicy receptacle that was Jeff's gut. Jeff gasped with the force of Michael's penetration, shook with aching desire, and clenched himself around the invading spear of flesh. Rocking Jeff back and forward with his hands, Michael pounded at him, thrusting harder and more powerfully with each swing. Jeff's entire body was alive with the raw sensation of animal lust and he hissed encouragement in the form of whispered obscenities in reply to the grunting noises that escaped Michael with each hunch into Jeff's body. The two men rutted furiously at each other. This was no tender embrace, but a thundering, crashing fucking, fuelled by pure masculine lust and uninhibited sexual passion.

The friction on Jeff's prick, sandwiched between his own body and Michael's washboard abs, was intense, and it wasn't long before the thumping, rocking fuck he enjoyed brought him to a peak. Unable to resist the intensity of the sensations washing through him, Jeff strangled back a scream, and let himself go, his cum gushing up in a fountain of white jism between the pistoning bodies. As his sphincter clamped tightly around Michael's cock, Jeff felt his man shudder and then stiffen into rigidity, the rod impaling Jeff's arse swelling even further. Michael held back as long as he could, and suddenly he exploded.

"Unh, unh, unh, ... AARRGGHHH!" he yelled as his balls emptied themselves into the latex condom and the squelching surrounds of Jeff's hot wet belly. Losing his strength, Michael pitched forward onto the bed, carrying Jeff with him and pinning his partner to the mattress, driving his meaty stake deeper than ever into Jeff. Together they twitched in lessening spasms as their orgasms slowly subsided. Jeff's heart pounded, his blood racing and making thudding echoes in his ears. And then he realised that the thudding was not only in his ears. It was coming through the wall! Pounding thumps reverberated as someone in the next flat protested loudly.

As the two lovers collapsed together in stifled laughs, the only word Jeff could find was "Wow!"

"Wow, indeed! And haven't we given the neighbours something to talk about?" Michael giggled.

******

The next morning they awoke together, and lay together, lazily playing with each other, fingers tracing circles on each other's skin, lips brushing occasionally in tender kisses. Finally, Michael sighed.

"I'm afraid there's no Phillip to bring us breakfast, but I can make us some toast and coffee, if that will satisfy you, handsome?" he smiled.

Jeff grinned evilly. "The only thing that satisfies me is right here," and he curled his fingers around Michael's now flaccid penis, "but toast and coffee would be good, too."

"I don't know about this satisfying you," Michael whispered, as he stood and waved his lengthening dick in front of Jeff's hungry eyes. "Seems to me, you're insatiable when it comes to that. Not that I'm complaining, mind!"

Jeff simply smirked, and lunged forward to lick at the soft but growing flesh of Michael's manhood. But Michael pulled back and grinned again. "Oh no you don't! Breakfast, my man -- and around here you have to help!"

They ate slowly, in no rush to go anywhere. Michael showered and dressed as Jeff lay on the bed watching him, admiring the lithe, fit body as it went through the normal routine of the morning.

"The bike should be ready soon," said Michael, thinking aloud. "Why don't you take your time, have a shower and get ready while I pick it up, and then we can get on our way and head back to your place?"

"Michael -- " Jeff said, his face giving away his mixed emotions. " -- would you like me to come with you?"

Michael burst out in laughter. "Yeah, sure, we'll walk down to the garage hand in hand. That'll get the whole suburb talking!" He looked to Jeff to join in the joke, only to realise Jeff had been serious. A feeling of guilt came over him. "I'm sorry, Jeff, I didn't realise you meant it. You know how well known you are. You couldn't possibly manage to do it without being recognised, and having to answer all kinds of questions."

"I know," Jeff said, looking glum. "It's just that I feel so, I don't know, guilty I guess. And trapped too. I feel like I'm sitting here like some upper class snob, and sending other people out to do my work for me. And I'd love to be able to walk around the streets with you, as your friend, just to be with you."

"I guess being famous isn't so great after all. Don't let it upset you, handsome. I don't mind, honestly. I'll only be a little while, and we can get out of here," Michael re-assured him.

Less than half an hour later, Michael was back with the repaired motor bike. They placed their beloved head gear in the carrier, donned the helmets and hit the road. Jeff was exhilarated by the feeling of riding pillion. With the helmet on he couldn't be recognised, and the wind rushing through his clothes as they sped towards the city felt great. He held on to Michael for support, leaning into his man and wrapping his arms around Michael's waist. It didn't take long for him to realise that he could easily reach down and grip at Michael's cock, kneading the flesh through his jeans, and feeling the growing hardness of that special part of Michael's body that he adored. As well as that, he was getting aroused himself, and he pushed his body forward, feeling his chest and his groin come into close contact with Michael's back. He rubbed himself up and down as he held close, turning them both on.

They stopped at a set of traffic lights, and Michael leaned back to him. "You wanna be careful there, sunshine! Too much more of that and I'll lose concentration, and we'll be off the road."

"What a way to go!" Jeff laughed.

As they continued their ride he kept up his teasing, enjoying it immensely when he knew that Michael could do nothing to stop him, and that they were in full view of the other road users who had no idea what he was doing.

Finally they reached the house and Michael pulled into the driveway, up close to the intercom and keypad. Jeff leaned over and punched in the code, and the heavy gates swung open before them. As they parked in the garage and let themselves into the house, Phillip was waiting for them.

"Good day, gentlemen. I trust you had an enjoyable evening? There are cool drinks on the terrace when you've changed, and towels by the pool."

"Thanks Phillip," said Jeff. Michael simply smiled. 'I could get used to this', he thought to himself.

 

Chapter 4

They idled away the rest of the morning and the early afternoon lying around the pool, swimming occasionally, or resting against each other and enjoying the view of the harbour. It was wonderful doing nothing, yet doing it together, and they were both completely contented, and so comfortable with each other. Late in the afternoon, Michael was lying stretched out in the lee of the sea wall beside the pool, his head on Jeff's lap and Jeff's fingers in his hair, playing carelessly. His eyes were half closed and Jeff's voice floated down to him.

"Michael, have you had sex with many other men?" His voice sounded far away, casual, like he was asking if Michael wanted another coffee.

"Hundreds!" Michael said easily. "Didn't you notice the revolving door in my bedroom? Ooww!" the last comment as Jeff's fist landed on his upper arm.

"Be serious," Jeff demanded. Michael opened his eyes and looked up, but Jeff's head was still tilted backward, his eyes closed again.

In a sickly, saccharine voice, Michael purred, "You found me out, my darling. Until we met I was a virgin. Living in a convent and surrounded by randy nuns, but I saved myself until you came along."

"Yeah, I could tell!" replied Jeff in a tone thick with sarcasm. Then his voice changed, and when Michael looked again, Jeff was staring directly into his face. "But honestly, I'm curious to know. You see it's just that I haven't."

Michael sat up now, facing Jeff. He sensed his friend wanted to say something, had something on his mind. "Jeff, I was hardly the picture of innocence the night I met you, but that doesn't matter does it? I mean, we have each other now, and that's what is important."

"Of course!" Jeff responded immediately. "I was only asking because, well, my experience is fairly limited. I guess that I have only had sex with a handful of people before we met. Because I always had to be so careful, I only got out to the bars or clubs rarely, and even when I did, more often than not I would stand around and perve, show myself off, maybe get a grope or two and then come home and wank off." He spoke slowly, quietly, and Michael let him continue. "The night we met -- it was the first time I had had sex in more than four months!"

Michael tried to read the thoughts behind Jeff's words. "So what?" he declared. "I don't care whether you had thousands of men before me, or none. As long as you're happy with me now."

"Believe me, I'm more than happy. Ecstatic!" Jeff enthused.

"Then why are you asking? Why are you telling me this?"

Jeff hesitated a second. "Well, firstly, I just wanted to be sure you were satisfied. I wanted to know if I, um, 'measured up' to the others."

Michael held Jeff's head and kissed him softly on the lips, then slid his hands down to hold Jeff's fingers tenderly. "Since I met you, I haven't thought of another man. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. You are the best, most wonderful person I've ever known. And you're pretty fuckin' hot in bed too, lover!" he added with a grin, trying to lighten Jeff's mood. "So, the second reason is ...?"

"The second reason is, that I have never had sex without a condom ..."

"Neither have I," Michael butted in before Jeff went on.

" ... and I, ah, was wondering if, um, you would like ..." his voice trailed off, the words deserting him.

But Michael knew what his question was. His mind reeled, and he thought before he spoke. "Jeff, that's a huge step! You know what it means, don't you?"

"I'm sorry," Jeff stammered. "I should never have even raised it. I had no right."

"Hey, hold on a second. I didn't say no. You just took me by surprise. I've always wanted to know what it was like, always hoped that one day I'd meet the right guy, and we could commit to each other enough to throw away the rubbers." He stopped as he thought again, his brain racing to catch up with his emotions and his thumping heart. "I must be a bit slow after all, but it's taken me until this moment to realise ..."

He looked deep into Jeff's eyes, the pools of green flickering back at him. "Jeff, YOU are my Mr Right. I, um, I ... love you!"

"I love you!" Jeff said at exactly the same moment.

The pair crashed into each other's arms. They laughed and cried together and held each other tight as the full weight of what they had said, of how they felt, sank into them. Together they sat and watched the sun sink behind the towers of the city, still holding onto each other. Phillip came to enquire if they would like to eat, and Jeff disentangled himself from Michael for a moment, having a whispered conversation with the butler, before returning to Michael's arms.

"What did you tell him?" Michael asked.

"I told him we'd have a light snack, and then go to bed early."

Michael grinned and Jeff returned the look with a wink as they settled back into each other's arms.

Half an hour after they'd eaten, Jeff was standing on the edge of the pool, looking out over the harbour. Michael could see from where he sat the broad shoulders and firm butt of his lover, and his desires began to awaken. He walked up behind Jeff, sliding his arms around the other's body and nudging his chin onto Jeff's shoulder. As they stood there, holding tight and rocking slightly, Jeff could feel the hardness of Michael's growing erection against his butt. He pushed backwards, rubbing himself into the solidity.

Michael whispered into Jeff's ear, "Hey, handsome, time for bed!"

Jeff hummed his assent, and Michael took charge, leading his lover through the house to the bedroom. As he opened the door, he gasped. The room was dark, the curtains already drawn. On the bed were their leathers, ready and waiting, but the lighting consisted of dozens of candles, in tall holders, spread around the walls. On each of the bedside tables were neatly arranged a bottle of amyl and a jar of lubricant.

Michael looked at Jeff, his eyes wide. "I told Phillip tonight was extra special," was all that Jeff said.

In the warm flickering light, Michael placed his mouth over Jeff's lips and they kissed, long and hard. They tasted each other, tongue wrestling as Michael stripped and tossed away his sarong, then removed the flimsy material from Jeff's body without breaking the kiss. Naked, they stood together, joined at the lips as their bodies pressed against one another, arousal growing. Then Michael broke away from his man, stepped back and looked at him.

"Don't move!" he whispered. Jeff began to protest, but Michael silenced him with a finger to his lips. "In here, I'm in charge, alright?" Jeff nodded, smiling lustily. "Just stand there and let me dress you."

The first thing he did was reach for Jeff's hood. Sliding it down over his lover's face, Michael smoothed the black hide around Jeff's head and over his neck, settling it firmly in place until only Jeff's eyes and lower jaw were visible. Michael murmured approval. He found the hooded form of Jeff's body so incredibly erotic. Below the hood, he placed a studded leather dog collar around Jeff's neck, buckling the wide black restraint in place, and tugging at the D-ring at his man's throat with his fingers.

"I'd love to have a lead to attach to this," he mused, and Jeff grinned evilly.

"Oh yeah," he responded. "I'd enjoy being your sex slave, Michael. Maybe even have my nipples pierced so you can tug on them at the same time?" Jeff's voice was nothing but a low hiss.

"Fuck yeah!" hissed Michael back, as he continued to wrap his man in dark hide. He slid the harness over Jeff's shoulders and pulled the straps tight around his ribs and waist, sitting the rings of silver over Jeff's erect tits. Kneeling down, Michael had Jeff step into his leather posing thong which Michael then slid sensuously up his legs, pulling the straps in place over Jeff's arse and around his upper thighs before cupping the leather pouch up and under his man's testicles. With his palm, he carefully ensured that the rolling jewels of Jeff's manhood were fully and comfortably encased in the supple, shining hide, and gently lifted the triangle of black over the throbbing tube of flesh, struggling to bury Jeff's cock in the leather. Still on his knees, Michael then slid polished black boots over Jeff's feet, before standing again to buckle the waistband of chaps around his lover's mid-section. He took his time as he closed the legs of the chaps around Jeff's calves and thighs, smoothing the gleaming black leather into place and watching it grip tightly at the man's muscles, then took several long minutes to run his hands and fingers up and down those dark, hide bound pillars, and all over the rest of Jeff's muscled, trembling body.

Done, Michael stood back and drank in the leathered vision. This man before him was stunning, and he was his!

Jeff had remained still and quiet as ordered, delighting in the sensuality of having Michael dress him. Now he spoke. "Your turn, stud," his husky voice promising. "If I'm going to be your slave, then I should make sure my master is properly outfitted."

Now it was Michael's turn to stand as Jeff ministered to him. Starting at Michael's feet, Jeff knelt almost prostrate on the floor and fitted each boot slowly to his man, bending down, and sniffing, then licking at the polished black leather as he did. Michael looked down at the leather bound, hooded figure worshipping his booted feet, and he was so turned on he trembled. A drop of precum oozed from his cock and slowly fell, trailing a long slender thread, to land on the back of the hood below. He remained fixed in place as Jeff buckled his chaps around him. He revelled in the sensual feeling as the leather coverings were tightened and smoothed around his legs, felt the hide grip firmly against his skin. Jeff remained kneeling before him as Michael watched his lover fasten the chaps, then felt Jeff's lips and tongue trace the lines of his inner leg, slowly, tenderly, all the way from his ankles to his thighs. Michael moaned with aching pleasure at the sensation.

Michael found this entire ritual unbelievably exciting. He was incredibly aroused at the slow attention of Jeff's hands and mouth, and found this process of transformation of himself and his man from regular guys into leather encased gods one of the most erotic experiences he had known. Jeff continued and Michael felt the binding leather of his harness being fixed in place against the flesh and muscle of his torso, and again his skin tingled and he emitted quiet moans of joy as Jeff's mouth followed the straps of hide, licking and biting at him. His arms were wrapped in black studded gauntlets, his biceps bound in wide belts of dark leather. As Jeff pushed the glasses onto his face, and settled the cap on his head, Michael felt complete and powerful, dominant and ready.

"What about this?" Michael asked in a low murmur, his hands around his cock.

Jeff spoke in a firm tone which allowed no argument. "THAT is staying naked tonight! Nothing is going over it except me!"

Jeff's lips brushed against Michael's again, but this time their joinder was crushing, powerful and urgent. Michael ended his controlled stillness to attack Jeff's mouth. Becoming the master now, he forced his tongue between the other man's lips, one hand clamping at Jeff's jaw while the other gripped the back of the leather clad head. Michael's teeth opened, his tongue invaded Jeff's mouth. He explored teeth and gums, tasted his lover and breathed with him as they locked together. Jeff gave no resistance, surrendering to the masterful force of his mate, allowing himself to be violated and thrilling to the sensation. He happily became the submissive partner in their lust.

It was as if the completion of their dressing had transformed them, and released their inhibitions. They moaned and growled, hissed and licked and bit at each other as hands and teeth and tongues explored. They pressed to each other, gripping, rubbing, feeling as they stood together, limbs intertwining as the powerful urges of masculine desire were indulged and they possessed each other, seeking new ways to hold and own the two bodies they shared. For an hour or more they stayed like this, attacking each other with forceful, growing passion.

The desire they knew, the urge they felt, increased steadily, driving them on. Finally, Jeff could wait no longer. "Michael," he pleaded like a child, "I need you, take me please, fuck me!"

Michael needed no convincing. He himself was almost manic in his lusty need. He pulled away from Jeff for a moment, and slowly lowered his lover to the bed, laying him down and climbing over him. Michael pulled Jeff's legs apart and slid between them, resting his weight on his elbows as he leaned into and over his man, kissing again as they ground their aching bodies against each other. With his nerves racing and his cock throbbing and hard as rock, Michael rubbed himself against the leather encased man below him, and knew that he had to be inside this vision, to take him and own him, now.

"Jeff," he hissed, the need apparent in his voice. "Are you still sure ..."

"Yeah, oh fuck, yeah!" Jeff muttered. "Fuck me! Use your naked cock and own me, Michael!"

Speedily, almost desperately now, Michael smeared lubricant over and along his manhood. The coolness of the gel helped to slow his ardour a fraction, and he looked long and hard at the writhing, begging shape of Jeff, his skin shining against the gleaming black leather he wore. Inching forward, Michael leaned again and felt the warm tender skin of Jeff's anus come into contact with his throbbing cockhead. Jeff's eyes were wide open, taking in the vision of Michael's black bound body as it hovered over him, and he felt the pressure of Michael's prong at his entrance. He nodded to his lover, reaching for a bottle of amyl and breathing it in to relax his resistance and intensify the pleasure he anticipated.

As the first rush hit his system, Jeff twitched with pleasure. Michael saw the wave of reaction roll through his lover and pressed forward, his meaty cock opening Jeff's sphincter and forcing apart the ring of muscle to enter his lover's body. A tremendous sensation of gripping heat filled him as the head of his prong slid within Jeff's anus. He leaned again, slipping a little further into that warm wet hole, and took the bottle of amyl from Jeff's hand, holding it to his face and sniffing deeply. Within seconds the drug hit his system, his heart racing and his nerves tingling with enhanced sensitivity. As he handed the bottle back to his lover who took another toke, Michael pushed himself down, and Jeff moaned with pleasure as Michael's steel hard weapon sunk itself deeply into the wet cavern of Jeff's bowel.

Michael marvelled at the sensation. His naked, tingling sword was enveloped in the most amazing heat. Jeff's very innards gripped and washed over Michael's flesh, holding him and caressing him. He had no idea that there could possibly be such a difference without the latex sheath of a condom. Gasps and groans of delight tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt in Jeff, his balls slapping against the firm skin of Jeff's arse as his lover's leather encased legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He lifted a fraction, and felt Jeff's gut suction against him, felt the clamping of Jeff's sphincter around the shaft of his rigid pole, and he shuddered with the overwhelming pleasure it imparted.

Instinctively, Michael humped back again, driving his cock deep into Jeff once more. The man below him moaned in ecstasy and Michael quickly began a rhythmic thrust and parry, in and out of the man he loved. With every push he felt Jeff open to him, and at each withdrawal his man's arse clamped tightly around him reluctant to surrender the insertion he had made. Faster Michael humped, deeper and longer he shoved his mighty dagger into Jeff's receptacle. More whiffs of the amyl drove the two onward and they rutted in animal need, driven to mate with each other as Michael pounded and Jeff writhed and clenched. The leather they wore rubbed and squealed in protest as they stretched and pulled at each other. Michael thundered his way ahead, pumping and ploughing himself deep into Jeff, harder, faster, deeper as they joined in frenzied abandon. The slurping wet softness of Jeff's gut wrapped around Michael's invading, rampant cock and Michael buried his masculinity in that welcoming moisture again and again. The two men humped and hissed, swore and sweated. They fucked each other, fucked hard and demanded more, needed to become one.

Michael felt the tide of passion seeping through him, felt the irresistible urge growing, spreading from his pistoning, shuddering cock throughout his aching tingling body. His entire being thrilled to the all embracing pleasure of his coupling with Jeff's writhing form. He powered on, continuing his raging thundering assault on the compliant welcoming cavity of Michael's arse and thought he could prolong the ecstatic pleasure, but suddenly, without warning, his climax overcame him. A strangled yell of surrender was wrenched from his throat, and his thumping cock swelled and plunged one final time into Jeff; as he shuddered and twitched in ultimate pleasure.

Spasms of desperate abandon rocked him as he speared his lover and his member erupted, shooting a torrent of white hot cream into the waiting receptacle of Jeff's innards. Again and again he shook, his essence filling the man beneath him, flooding Jeff's body with his manjuice as Michael emptied his very being into his partner. As his nuts pumped their load into Jeff, Michael felt Jeff's arse clench hard around his shaft, felt Jeff tremble and shudder, and suddenly the twitching, writhing body below him spewed a river of cum from the black leather pouch stretched over Jeff's cock. Litres of jizz seemed to stream from Jeff as a lake of sticky white formed on the sculpted abdomen.

Almost as quickly as it hit, the climax subsided. Michael breathed out long and hard, and collapsed onto Jeff, squelching the pool of jism between them. Slowly, tenderly he withdrew his still throbbing prick from Jeff's ravaged hole, the final moment of disconnection sending shudders through both of them as Michael rolled onto his back and pulled Jeff over to lie on top of him. Mashing together in the squelch of ejaculate, they kissed again, a long unbroken sharing of sated joy. Michael's hands held again the leather hood over Jeff's face, and he looked into the eyes which were within the slits of the mask.

"I love you, my slave boy!" he whispered.

Jeff was still catching his breath from the incredible union, and he gulped back, "I love you too, Sir!"

When finally they lay side by side, the glow of post coital warmth on them, Michael rested his arm across Jeff's now sticky stomach, his fingers teasing along the length of flagging black tube that was Jeff's leather encased cock. He watched the flickering of the candles, and the wisps of smoke that drifted over them, and said quietly to his lover, "Jeff that was just unbelievable!"

Jeff hummed an agreement, snuggling closer to his man.

Michael went on. "Wouldn't it be fantastic to have a special room, set up with candles, and whatever, all dark, just for us to make love in?"

Jeff's ears pricked. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"No, of course not, I was just fantasising," Michael smiled, speaking slowly, unconcerned.

"But we could do exactly that!" said Jeff, becoming enthused. "What a brilliant idea, a 'sex pit'. I'm getting horny again, just thinking about it."

Now Michael lifted himself up to stare at Jeff's still leather enclosed eyes. "It is an exciting thought," he said, catching some of Jeff's enthusiasm. "But how, where?"

"There's a room downstairs, a huge empty space. It was originally set aside to be a wine cellar, but I never used it. We could transform it!"

"Then we will, handsome!" Michael declared. "We'll make our very own 'leather cave', and we'll make love there over and over every weekend!"

Jeff grinned happily at Michael, turned on still by the mirrored glasses, visor covered cap and black leathered body of this man. 'Every night, if I had my choice!' he thought to himself.

 

Chapter 5

Back at work on Monday morning, Michael was still so exhilarated by the weekend, still so amazed at the incredible experience of pure, natural sex and the unbelievable rush of emotion in realising that he loved Jeff and that Jeff loved him, that he failed to notice the lack of usual bullying from his co-workers. It was only after lunch, when his supervisor asked him to get some materials from the storage area, that it occurred to him that the man had actually asked, rather than ordered. For the rest of the afternoon he took more interest in his surroundings, and it quickly became obvious that the focus of ill will from his boss and the other cruel hard men had shifted away from Michael, and was now directed at Tim, a younger guy who had started work three or four weeks earlier. Michael felt sorry for the young man, but he'd had his turn at being the butt of the jokes and the target of the others, so it was a relief to have them leave him alone at last.

For the next few days, he kept his head down and got on with his job. He pitied Tim, but figured there wasn't a lot he could do about it. Once these guys decided to pick on you, that was it until they tired of it or someone else came along. Still, he had difficulty understanding why Tim was now the target instead of himself. Michael was short, and quiet, and seemed to have been an easy mark. Tim on the other hand was tall and well built, quite good looking in fact. And as far as Michael knew, up until Monday morning he had fit in well, joining in the conversations and the jokes with the others, the complete opposite of Michael when he had started work.

Now, however, when he saw Tim around the site, the young man looked positively miserable. Nobody spoke to him, except to bark orders at him, or to deride him and laugh at his discomfiture. Michael stayed away, not wanting to hear the harsh comments of the others, knowing all too well what it was like to be on the receiving end of their cruel humour. It was late on Thursday afternoon when he finally found out what was going on.

He had delivered a load of bricks to the area where a number of men were working, and as he went to move away, Tim was standing right beside him, looking haggard. Michael's heart went out to the young man.

"Don't worry, they'll get over it soon, and pick on someone else," he said quietly. Tim smiled weakly at him, and it was obvious he was grateful for the kind words.

Suddenly a voice boomed out from behind them, "Hey there you little poof! Quit slacking off and do some bloody work for a change!" Michael spun around automatically, ready for a string of abuse.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he said quickly.

"Not you, Mikey," his supervisor dragged out the name, which Michael hated -- he detested anyone using any shortened version of his name, and this got him even more worked up. "I was talking to the pretty little gay boy there!"

Michael spun around to look at Tim, and realisation dawned as Tim's head hung low again. But Michael was ready for a fight by now. "For fuck's sake, can't you give him a break!" he said.

"What do you care? If the queer can't take a little name calling, then maybe he shouldn't be here in the first place."

"I can't see why not," Michael bristled. "It seems to me that he works a hell of a lot harder than most of the lazy arseholes around here. Not that it matters, but how do you know he's gay anyway?"

"Bob saw the little fucker goin' into one of them gay bars!" his boss responded, a little taken aback by Michael's stance.

"So what was Bob doing in a gay bar to see him there, have you asked yourself that?" Michael retorted, and behind him he heard Tim stifle a laugh. That made the supervisor even more angry.

"Listen, here you little shit! Stay out of it, before I start to think you're one of them fairies too."

"What if I was? It makes no difference. You can't make someone's life hell just because they're gay," Michael spat back at him, getting more and more worked up by the second.

His boss exploded. "You ARE queer, aren't you? I shoulda known, you always were outta place here."

"Yeah, I'm gay," Michael shouted back. "So what are you going to do about it?"

"Get out! Get out now! You and your boyfriend get off my site, and don't come back, if you know what's good for you." The man's voice had descended into a threatening evil hiss.

"Get fucked!" said Michael with venom, turning and walking away. Tim followed him a step behind, catching Michael's arm as they reached the street.

"Hey, man, thanks for standing up for me," he said.

Michael looked at the younger guy, and reality began to hit home. "Tim, I'm sorry!" he said.

"What for?"

"If I'd kept my mouth shut, you'd still have your job. I shouldn't have gotten involved and shot my mouth off like that."

Tim laughed. "It's okay. I was just about ready to quit anyway. I couldn't take much more of the shit I was copping."

Michael managed an apologetic smile. "I'm still sorry for getting you sacked. Do you need a ride home?"

"Yeah, that'd be great if you don't mind."

Michael dropped Tim off at a small house not far from his own flat, apologising again. He was wracked with guilt, and at the same time seething at the foreman. And then it began to dawn on him that he was unemployed too. With no education and no real experience, finding a job wasn't going to be an easy task.

He was feeling completely dejected, and not a little scared, by the time he got home, as he looked around the tiny, drab flat. He knew exactly how much he had in the bank, and that meagre amount of savings was not going to tide him over for long. So much for trying to get out and find a better life. Still, he had Jeff, and Jeff didn't seem to care where he was from or what he did. The weekends with Jeff more than made up for the rest of the time here alone. Lost in thought, Michael jumped when the jarring ring of the phone jolted him from his reverie.

"Hi there, stud," came Jeff's voice, confident and chirpy as always.

"Hi," Michael responded flatly.

Instantly there was concern on the other end. "Michael, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess." But he wasn't, and suddenly