How I became a Leather boy - Story.

Hi guys. How's doing?

Sorry for only now make available the English version of  my first story, but I had no time. I just hope you enjoy it.

Note: This is not the actual story of how I became a leather boy/man. This is only a story, but based on a true story. Of course, no sex inside a classroom between a teacher and a student. But the teacher that wears leather is real.

Leather Hugs.

Hi! I'm an engineering student. Now at the 8th semester of my under-graduation - in Brazil, we have 10 semesters of under-graduation to get a degree in Engineering. So, in these times, lots of papers, tests and the internship program. Apart of these, I have to find some time to do the things I like.

At the end of semester, every year, it's that same shit. Lots of things to do, everything with the same deadline. Including, the tests.

I had two subjects with conflicts. At the beginning of the semester, everything seemed to be ok, until a son of a bitch asked the teacher to change the date of a test. And that put a conflict on my tests schedule one of them, was a subject that I flunked last year. So, I needed to talk to this subject's teacher.

This teacher was a third-something guy. He was nice, but he had an evil side. He used to be nice with the class, but if the guys mess things up, he was merciless in having a revenge. I was afraid to be told off by the teacher, once I dropped the second test and I left to make the substitution (a.k.a sub) test.

Well, this teacher has a "special feature". He rides a motorbike. So, sometimes he goes to college all clad in leather. Looking like Arnould Schwazenegger, from "Terminator". And that look really excites me (not to say, blows my mind). Specially when he moves and the leather makes that typical squeak. This tormented me the whole semester. I kept thinking "Why?". Am I having a crush on the teacher?  Once I had a crush on a guy, but that was years ago. I though that was an overcome issue for me. Anyway...

At the time I had a chat with the teacher, about the test's day, he was wearing a biker leather jacket. I could feel the smell of leather. When I saw him, I almost turned the other way and walked away, afraid of making a shit. But I needed to talk to him. I had a deep breath and walked on his way.

At first, he wasn't in the mood to postpone his test and he seemed irresolvable. But I explained what happened. He proposed if we could stay some more time after the test. He asked at what time I could arrive. I answered, at about 4:30pm. He said ok and we could be until 6:00pm. And he would warn the other students about my situation, in order to avoid problems with them. After all, I'd arrive more than a hour late than the regular test beginning.

I went to the other test. I tried to finish that earlier, but that was not possible. I finish that at the last minute. And I rushed to the other test. When I get there, the class was already in test. The teacher was sat on his desk, all in leather. Jacket, pants, boots... Man, I got completely dumbfound with that. I felt my cock getting hard. Then I went to talk to him. So, he asked me:

- What happened? You look a little scarred.

At this point, I almost fainted. I answered him that was due to the other test. He said:

- Just sit down and relax. You can begin your test. Close-book test. And for you, the test ends on 6:10pm.

Cool, if it was possible to relax. I was with the subject pretty fresh in my mind. So, I went to my desk to take the test. The desk was in the front part of the class, near the wall. The teacher kept looking to the students and when he moved, his leathers squeaked. I could hear, once the class was in complete silence. My concentration went away. I could make 5 minutes of test and I stopped to think about the teacher in his leathers. And of course, to look at him. I was afraid if he realized that I was looking at him.

Time goes by and the regular time for the test was about to end. I realized the class in general got a little bit restlessly. After all, that was the last test and that always brings a thrill for all the students. And that test in particular, was not easy.

The guys' regular time was up. So, I couldn't concentrate. Ten lost minutes. Not just for the noise, but also the leather teacher. I had some chances to take a look on him, in his shining leathers. I didn't get out of my mind because of the noise, but to know that, that was a chance to admire the teacher in his so hot leathers.

At the time all the guys went out, the teacher sat in his chair, as he only had me to take care. Too bad. Now I couldn't look his whole body.

At the last thirty minutes, he stand up and said me that I only had that time to finish the test. And I said to him:

- Yes, sir. I spoke that in a naive way, as sometimes we called the college teachers as sirs or masters. So that came to my mind. He smiled and turned away. Did he like that?

Anyway, I knew I made half of my test and one hour has gone. I became a little restless, almost desperate. At some point, I could turn off my mind to all the stuff that were taking my focus out of the test. But the naughty smile from the teacher were still in my mind. That was like a ghost in my mind.

Five minutes left. I haven't done too much that what I did before. He warned me about the time left. But this time, I said a more convinced "Yes Sir". I realized he got a little scared.

I still had two more questions to answer. I wouldn't make that, anyway. But I needed any possible point to pass this subject. And I know the sub test won't be easy. 

Teacher came next to me and said the time was up. I felt my skin crawl. I lost half of my test and that leather man next to me. And the scent of leather, so close to me. 

I was about to hand in the test, but I'd like some more minutes. We always have some insights minutes before the time is up and I talked about it to him. So I said:

- Please Sir. Some more minutes. He said.

- Ok, five more minutes.

I think he got the idea. I realized his arousing, exciting look. He made his leathers squeak more, him caressing his leathers. Not more looking, but, staring at me. No, I couldn't... Those five minutes were a torture. I still had a question, I could answer. But knowing the teacher was there, staring at me and arousing me. I could do something else on the test, but the last minute was basically the game of me looking at him and him doing the same to me.

He didn't even needed to ask me to hand in the test. I went there, to his desk as a zombie. He asked me if I could end the test and he took a look on my test. He pointed a question and said that was correct. The second one looked ok too. The third one was blank. He pointed and said:

- Oh man, this one was not difficult. I think you had a lack of concentration, don't you? Them I said:

- Maybe knowledge and concentration, Sir.
- But didn't you study this subject?
- Yes, but, you know, we always have these mind blanks and so on.
- And the concentration?
I couldn't resist. I needed to touch his jacket. I had a wandering hand moment and caressed his jacket. He stared at me. I think he got the message. Or maybe not...

He grabbed my arm and shouted:

- Are you serious?

Man, I was shaking. From head to toe. I think he was going to beat me up. Or whatever that was in his mind. I felt he was strong. Then he said:

- You made me stay here until now, you didn't finish your test and have wandering hands. Are you serious?

I was about to cry. I was afraid. And upset also for having a misjudgment. I was too desperate. I didn't know what he could do to me. No one else was at the college at that time. He closed the door, grabbing me by my arms. I wanted to run. I wanted to shout, but at the same time, that situation was making me horny. He put me against the wall, detaining me. He put on his leather gloves and shut my mouth. I wanted to shout, but, man, I've never been so horny in my whole life. Then he said:

- Do you think you can touch your master, this way, without asking for permission?

Not even the hottest girl I dated made me so horny like that. Feeling that strong guy, in full leather, shutting my mouth and dominating me, just like a delinquent (not to say a whore or a bitch). I was so horny, I thought my cock was going to explode.

He grabbed my balls, underneath my pants and felt I was really horny. At that time, he any attempt to dominate me was needless. I was totally on his hands. Dominated. Completely dominated.

He asked:

- So you're into leather, aren't you? I said yes, completely dominated by that situation and my hormones.

And he asked, in a louder voice:

- Yes, but, who???

- Yes, Sir, I answered. Leather makes me horny, Sir.

- Me too. Feel this...

He made me grab his bulging package. My cock was oozing cum inside my undies, hard as a rock. He grabbed me by my hair, and made me feel each inch of his leathers. I asked if I could lick them and he said:

- Sure, boy. Lick and feel the leathers.

I was licking and sniffing the leathers. Feeling that intoxicating scent of leather. He was pointing my head to his bulge. How I'd love to suck that. But to arouse me, when I was about to reach it, near the jacket's belt, the pulled me up. He knew I wanted to feel his hard cock, under his leather pants, rubbing my face.

But when he pulled me up, he began to kiss me and lick my neck. The feeling was amazing. He put one of his gloved fingers inside my mouth and I began to suck his finger, feeling the amazing taste of leather. He was having a lot of fun with that situation. He took his finger out of my mouth, raised my t-shirt and he began to play with my nipples. I was moaning... I wish he ripped off my t-shirt and possessed me, inside that classroom. Licking my body and caressing it with his leather gloved hands. He put me on the table. My underwear was totally moist. He was caressing my body, licking my nipples, licking my body and licking my bulge, under my undies and jeans.

He stood up. I was craving to lick his cock under his leathers. Or lick his body, but he didn't allow me to do that. He dominated me, he did to me what he wished. I was delivered to his desires. He grabbed me by my neck, shut my mouth with his gloved hands and he said he was doing that due to the questions left blank. And I had to accept that, saying:

- Yes, Sir!

So, he made me be on my knees, he took my t-shirt of, pulled me to his feet, to make me feel his boots. I've never been into that, but for me, at that moment, that was a big pleasure. Those nice boots, with a certain smell of use... he ordered:
- Lick those boots too. They are also made of leather!
I thought if I should do that, but he was faster and put the other boot over my head and pressing me against the boot. I was almost choke. I really needed to lick those boots. But he took his foot out and pulled me up, grabbing me by my hair. He kissed me and I was doing my best for him. I've never kissed another guy. That was my first time kissing another man. But, for sure, that was one of the best kisses in my life. For sure, the more intense. He knew how to conduct me and much better, feeling his leathers, rubbing my body. I even felt his jacket's zipper scratching me. Man, I was raving. Our bodies rubbing against each other, tongue with tongue. He grabbing me and licking my neck, my ear, then going to my nipples... Mmmmm!!! I was ready to bottom for him. But I don't think that it was on his plans.

After satisfying himself, he said:
- Ok, now you'll have what you want.

He put me on my knees again. He grabbed my head from my scruff and he rubbed my face on his crotch. The feeling was amazing. That hot bulge under his pants, his pants' studs about to scratch my face and me, craving to have his cock inside my mouth. He forced my face against his cock and balls. And me, wishing to wank myself, but I couldn't. I wanted to keep my hands grabbing his butt (what a butt...). That teacher was a naughty, sleazy and a real stud. And he kept moaning of pleasure...

He freed my head and began to open his pants. Each stud he opened, my cock pulsed, as if it was about to cum. His undies were moist too. I wish they were made of leather too. I felt his male scent, mixed with leather and cum scent too. I licked it and I could feel the taste of cum. I've never felt that. I lowered his underwear and his cock jumped out of it. Sticky with his pre-cum, ready to be sucked. His cock, I think, had 7 inches (18cm), big headed, slightly curved and veiny. He also trimmed his pubic hair, so his cock and balls were a little highlighted. He must be a porn actor. It's not possible. I started licking, but after the third lick, I put all that in my mouth. I almost choked, for the lack of experience and for being in such a crave to suck it. But I didn't take so long for me to learn. He asked if I've done that before and I said no.

- I realized you're a newbie. But you're doing it so good... Bitch!

In those paced movements, I really wished to put his whole cock and even the balls inside my mouth, until I choke again, with that yummi cock.

We were so tuned that he must have read my thinkings. He grabbed my scruff and began to fuck my mouth. It was amazing to feel my mouth getting fucked, having his cock in and out, in that back and forth... His balls, about to hit my chin and his cock almost going through my throat. I wanted to jerk off, but he didn't allow me to do so. If I took my hands off his butt or his legs, he slapped my face. At one point, I began to do that on purpose, just to have my face slapped. His gloved hands slapping my bitch face. Feeling, that, I was his bitch, his toy, a whore that loves cock. And I think that was the stuff that I always loved, but I kept with myself for all this time.

I was completely overtaken by that situation. I was ready to bottom for him. My asshole was ready to be fucked and me, pop my cherry. I even asked him to do that. I whispered to him, Fuck me, Sir, please... But he slapped my face and said:

- I do whatever I wish, did you get it, bitch?
- Yes, Sir. I'm your bitch.

In no time, he stopped to fuck my mouth and began to hit my face with his cock. Hitting and rubbing it on my face. I was feeling really like a bitch.

- Please, Sir, I want more cock on my face. Please!!

And he hit my face and slapped it too. He began to wank and said:

- So, you want cock, don't you? You'll get some fresh macho milk, bitch.

He kept wanking and me, waiting for my fresh milk. In no time, he began to moan and he put his cock on my face. He moaned louder and cummed. The first shot on my face. That fresh cum, oozing on my face and going till my mouth. I tasted it, so delicious. I thought I'd be disgusted with that, but it was much better than I expected. I got hornier with that. Loved the way I got my first shot of cum. After that, he cleaned his cock on my chest and my nipples. Then he put it in my mouth again.

When I though it was over, he put me on the table, opened the zipper of my jeans and pulled it. After that, my moist undies. My cock jumped out of it and he grabbed, wanking me. Being wanked with leather gloves is soooo fucking good. If you haven't done that, DO that. It's amazing. I was in heaven - or in hell? His gloves got sticky with my precum, but that was only the beginning. He gave me a blowjob, while rubbing his sticky gloves against my body. And what a blowjob...

In no time, I began to fuck his mouth. He kept sucking. I told him I was going to cum. He did nothing. Then, I cummed. Shot inside his mouth. He was sucking everything, moaning. Delighting with my fresh milk. He was enjoying every inch of my cock and every drop of my cum. He stood up, licked my face, cleaning up what was left of his cum from it (at that time, I licked a lot of his cum) and kissed me. We were sharing our cum, from one mouth to the other. Sometimes, some cum wanted to ooze out of our mouths, but that was on purpose, to make us feel as two cock lovers. Two sleazy guys addicted in cum, leather, cock and sex.

We stayed there, for some time, recovering ourselves. Sweaty and smelling cum. the classroom was filled with that sex scent. I looked at him and said:

- Sir, you can flunk me in this subject. I didn't do half of the stuff I should have done this semester.
- No, you won't flunk. You're such a good newbie in leather. That would be a pleasure, to teach you how to be a leather boy. He winked and kissed me, cleaning off some cum from my mouth.

We dressed-up again and I realized it was a little chilly and I had nothing like a sweater, jacket or hoodie with me. Teacher come to me and borrowed his jacket.

- Hey, wear it. It's a little bit cold outside and I have another jacket with me in my room. You can give it back to me later. I put it on and he said:
- Wow, you look good in it. What a stud. I smiled and we walked away thought the corridor.

We hugged each other and he went to his room. And me, while walking away to home, wearing the jacket he wore to initiate me, getting horny again. I think I'll never look to a leather jacket the same way.

Well, I still have the sub test with this teacher. I think I know what I'll be wearing to this test. I hope he'll do the same and put a leather jacket too. And, at least for me, from now on, sub has a new meaning.

By: LeatherJoeBR - October, 2015. Originally from July 2013.

Knock-out no vestiário

Olá a todos,

Como sabem eu também sou praticante de boxe. Comecei na faculdade, nas atividades extra-curriculares e pratiquei um tempo por lá.

Certa forma, comecei o boxe por fetiche. Desde criança, assistia às lutas na TV e ficava fascinado com os lutadores, os calções e as luvas. E mesmo no boxe amador, com os protetores de cabeça, coquilha e tal. Imaginava o que seria aquilo tudo tocando meu corpo. E depois, percebi que aquilo era tesão, uma fantasia e depois um fetiche.

No meu quarto ano da faculdade, com 23 anos, já estava com um ano e meio de boxe. Eis que na metade do semestre veio um aluno de intercâmbio, da Holanda. Estava fazendo administração. Como a maioria falava inglês, para ele se ambientar foi mais fácil. O rapaz estava empenhado. Dedicado, não faltava e batia forte. Bom colega de treino.

Fisicamente, cerca de 1,78m, atlético, loiro escuro, uns 22, 23 anos. Parecia meio calado, na dele, mas com um jeitinho de marrento. Gente boa. Um gato. Treinamos juntos algumas vezes e era sempre um prazer a parte do treino de boxe. Eu já gostava muito de treinar. E treinar com caras como ele, só deixava as coisas ainda melhores. Tanto pela pegada no treino, quanto da visão no treino.

Nós treinávamos nos finais de dia, duas vezes por semana. E depois do treino, íamos nos trocar num vestiário ali perto. Não eram todos que iam ali. Aliás, este vestiário, era um ponto de pegação meio manjado da faculdade. Ainda mais aquele horário. A gente se trocava junto. Algumas vezes, ele tomava banho. Eu sempre tomava, até pelo suor e para poder voltar para casa.

O vestiário era bem no estilo de estádio, quartel e similares. Não havia armários naquele em específico. E os chuveiros não tinham divisão. A área de "vestiário" era de frente a estes chuveiros. A gente começava a se trocar juntos, depois eu ia tomar banho e ele terminava de se trocar. Enquanto eu tomava banho, ele se trocava. E via ele, ainda de cueca, de costas, botando a roupa dele. Vez em quando, via ele trocar a cueca tb. Uma bundinha lisa, redonda e firme. Tesão de moleque.

No último treino do ano o dia estava de rachar de calor. E o treino foi puxadinho. Como gostávamos, fizemos combate dois a dois. E eram poucos alunos, como era de costume em final de semestre, então praticamente todos lutaram contra todos. Eu com ele, trocamos alguns bons golpes. Ele usava bem de combinações, jabs, diretos, ganchos, partindo mais para ataque. Eu sou mais de contra ataques, nos momentos que ele abria a guarda para golpear. Umas esquivas, bloqueios e clinches. Acertava alguns, ele esquivava, eu tomava, enfim, o treino foi de boa. Mas o suficiente para acelerar os hormônios e deixar as coisas mais agitadas.

Ao final, como era costume, fui tomar banho e trocar de roupa. E o holandês foi também. Começamos a conversar um pouco, rapidamente. Comentei que o treino foi legal, mas estava muito quente. Ele também achou. Disse que já fazia boxe há dois anos e que sentia falta, mas que só descobriu as aulas depois de quase seis meses por aqui. Este era o último semestre dele aqui. Ele ficou por um ano aqui.

Começamos a tirar nossas roupas de treino todas suadas. Regatas, tenis, meias, shorts e por fim, cuecas. Ele não tinha nenhuma encanação de ficar peladinho na minha frente. Achei que fosse o modo "open minded" dos europeus, especialmente dos holandeses. Porém, não achava nem um pouco ruim ver aquele baita gato gostoso pelado na minha frente.

Fomos ao chuveiro. Como disse, esses chuveiros não têm divisões. São todos abertos entre eles. Porém uns funcionavam e outros não, por falhas de manutenção. Por um acaso, fiquei em um de frente a ele. Liguei o meu chuveiro e vi que ele estava com problemas para ligar o dele. Lá tinha aquecimento central, então, eram dois registros. Um de água quente e um de água fria. Mas, como disse, nem sempre funcionavam a contento. E eis que ele me pede ajuda com o chuveiro. Eu já estava de costas para ele, querendo disfarçar o meu pau, que estava meia bomba. Tive que dar um jeito de disfarçar. Mas fui ajudar o garoto. Abri o chuveiro para ele, então depois de um tempo, começou a sair água quente. Olhei para a cara dele, demos um sorriso.

Depois de um tempo, eu já me ensaboando, ele pediu se eu podia emprestar o sabonete. Pensei: "Cara, ele quer algo, não vou resistir e perder esta oportunidade". Mais uma vez, fui lá perto dele e emprestei o sabonete a ele. Ele se ensaboou e foi me devolver o sabonete. Ele me agradeceu:
- Thank you.
- You're welcome. E engatei a pergunta, olhando para ele, nos olhos:
- Anything else? (Algo mais?). E ele, com uma piscadinha de olho:
- Yes.

Fui me aproximando dele e sem muito vacilo, começamos a nos beijar, debaixo do chuveiro. Um passando a mão pelo corpo do outro. Fiz questão de passar a mão naquela bundinha deliciosa e ele passando a mão na minha coxa. Ele começou a lamber meu pescoço, parece que advinhando o que eu curto. A essa altura, meu pau e o dele estavam durassos e roçando um contra o outro. Uma briga de espadas. Fazia questão de dar umas reboladas para nossos paus roçarem um contra o outro. E pelo jeito, ele curtiu a idéia. Ele também começou a dar umas reboladas. Nossos paus duros, roçando, que delícia. O meu começava a babar.

Ele, do meu pescoço, foi baixando, lambendo e beijando meus mamilos, meu peito, descendo para o meu abdomem para depois ir para o meu pau. Lambendo a cabeça, depois lambendo inteiro, lambendo meu saco, minhas bolas, para depois cair de boca, me chupando deliciosamente devagar. Ele sabia, de fato, como chupar um pau. Aqueles lábios macios envolvendo meu pau, aquela língua faminta lambendo a cabeça dele... Depois ele foi subindo, fazendo o caminho inverso. Abdomen, mamilos, pescoço e me beijando novamente.

Agora era a minha vez de experimentar aquele holandês gostoso. Claro que fui para os mamilos dele, Adoro uma boa lambida nos mamilos. um peitoral liso e definidinho, de tanta porrada em saco de pancada, de tantas flexões e uns supinos com certeza. Depois, curtir aquele tanquinho. E todo tanque que se preze, tem uma mangueira. Uma de 17cm, na verdade. Cabeça rosada, não tão grosso, mas com as veias saltadas. Sentia o pré-gozo saindo do pau dele. Aquele gostinho salgado e amarguinho na língua. O garoto gemia e sussurrava, "suck me, suck my dick". Eu respondi:
- Of course, stud, my hot boxer. (Claro, gostoso, meu boxeador gostoso).

Delícia de pau. Chupava com gosto, enfiava tudo na boca, até engasgar. Ele segurava minha cabeça, pela nuca e gemia. Eu estava louco com aquela situação. Não me saciava, queria chupar aquele molecão tesudo pelo resto da noite. Sentir o gosto da baba de pau dele na boca. E aquele cheiro de macho esfregando no meu nariz.

Eis que ele tira o pau dele da minha boca e vira de bunda. Ele deu aquela abaixadinha, se apoiando na parede, deixando claro que queria um trato na sua bunda deliciosa. Dei uns tapas nela, ele gemeu e pediu mais. Claro que eu ia atender aos pedidos dele, Dei mais uns tapas, suficiente para deixá-la vermelhinha e o cuzinho dele piscando. Comecei a beijar aquela bunda, mas também enchendo a mão nela. Putz, que bunda! Mas fui atacar o cuzinho do meu gostosão.

Ele fazia o cuzinho dele piscar. Tão logo, tratei de dar-lhe uma bela linguada. Ele gemeu e pedia mais. Que cuzinho gostoso! Aliás, este moleque era todo gostoso. Ele começou a rebolar na minha cara, enquanto labia o cu dele. Alternava umas linguadas bem fundas, com linguadas rápidas, quase que fazendo cócegas no cu dele. Lambia só com a pontinha da língua. Comecei a chamá-lo de "bitch" e ele falava:
 -Yes, I'm your bitch boxer (Sou seu boxeador puto).
- So, I'll knock you out" (Vou te nocautear).
- Please. (Por favor).

Comecei a dedar o rabo dele. Ele curtiu e começou a apertar meu dedo com o cu. Coloquei dois dedos e ele fez a mesma coisa. Fazia um movimento de vai e vem nele. Ele falou:
- Yeah, fuck me, stud. (Me fode, gostoso).
- Don't ask me twice" (Não me peça duas vezes).

Peguei uma camisinha, botei no meu pau e comecei a foder o rabo do holandês. Um cuzinho apertado, gostoso, quentinho, recebendo meu pau. Cada centímetro que entrava nele, eu suspirava.  Parecia que ele apertava de propósito. Ele suspirava e gemia.

Se apoiando na parede, ele começou a levar minha rola no rabo. Eu pelo menos estava naquele misto de medo de ser pego e o tesão de transar com aquele gostoso, no vestiário e depois de um treino de boxe. Batia um tesão duplo.

Aquela água escorrendo pelos nossos corpos, ele e eu trocando aqueles gemidos sussurrados. Lambendo o pescoço e a orelha dele, enquanto metia naquele cuzinho gostoso. Ele ainda apertando meu pau com o cu, putz, era tudo de bom.

Depois ele quis dar de quatro. Ele foi se ajoelhando e depois botando as duas mãos no chão, pedindo um "doggy style". Não ia negar, lógico. Comecei a meter mais forte nele, fazendo com que o choque dos nossos corpos fizesse barulho. Ele me falava:
- Yes, yes, fuck me!! Gostoso! -com um sotaque carregado.
Falei para ele:
- So, it seems you learnt some hot words in Portuguese. Gostoso? It's you, stud. (Então, parece que aprendeu algumas palavras quentes em português. Gostoso? É vc, gostosão.)

Era gostoso demais comer aquele tesão de moleque. Meu pau estava durasso dentro dele. Queria ficar horas comendo o cuzinho dele. Estava louco de tesão, a cabeça do meu pau estava ultra sensível, cada vez que metia nele, queria mais e mais. Nossa, por que aquilo não tinha acontecido antes? Senão, todas as aulas, ao final, eu queria trepar gostoso com meu gostosão.

Ele pediu se ele podia me comer. Eu topei. Ele me virou contra a parede, começou a lamber meu cu. Fiquei com uma vontade imensa de dar para ele. Ele lambia meu rabo, em movimentos rápidos da língua, alternando com umas linguadas fundas, quase que como querendo me fuder com a língua. Depois de meu uma beeeela encoxada. Me prensando contra a parede. Falou para mim, sussurrando no pé do ouvido:
- I wanna fuck you... (Quero te foder...).
Respondi:
- Of course, Stud. (Claro, gostoso).

E sem muita cerimônia, depois de botar uma camisinha, aquele pau gostoso arrancava as minhas pregas. Me fudendo com vontade, do jeito que um homem deve levar uma rola no cu. Sentia cada delicioso centímetro daquele pau me rasgando. Eu queria gemer alto, mas não podia, tinha que me segurar. A vontade de fazer isto falava alto. Um molecão gostoso daquele me comendo, claro que merecia uns gemidos dignos de "Falcon Studios", mas não dava. Tinha que gemer abafado. Ele ainda lambia meu pescoço, me deixando ainda mais louco. Eu queria apertar o meu cu, mas não dava, era gostoso demais sentir o pau dele entrando e saindo de mim. Sentindo meu cu ficar esfolado, arregaçado. Que delícia de moleque. Que delícia de pau. Ainda bem que sou gay e tenho estes prazeres carnais.

Depois, ele deitou-se no chão e pediu para que eu rebolasse em cima do pau dele. Queria que eu o cavalgasse. Claro que ia atender aos pedidos do meu boxeador gostoso. Rebolava, sentava gostoso naquele pau. Olhava para a cara dele de tesão. Eu fazia um olhar e cara de puto. Ele pelo jeito gostou. Me olhava no fundo dos olhos, eu olhava nos olhos dele. Sentia um tesão imenso. Eis que ele falou:
- I'm gonna cum! (Vou gozar!). Pedi a ele:
- Cum on my face, stud. (Goza na minha cara, gostoso).

Nos levantamos, fiquei de joelhos e ele começou a bater uma punheta, na minha cara. Ainda deu tempo de ele bater com o cacete na minha cara, antes daquele jorro de leite de macho acertar a minha cara. Foram três jatos. Que delícia! Que delicia sentir aquele leite quente de macho na minha cara, escorrrendo. Depois ainda fui lá arrematar o resto da porra dele, chupando o pau, sentindo o delicioso sabor da porra dele. Fiquei chupando o pau dele, até a última gotinha. Agarrando ele e chupando. Sem desperdiçar aquele restinho de porra.

Ele, naquele tesão doido, pediu para eu gozar na boca dele:
- Cum in my mouth, boxer! (Goza na minha boca, boxeador!).
- Of course, hottie. (Claro que sim, gostoso).

Ele ajoelhou e botei meu pau na boca dele, comecei a bombá-lo dentro da boca dele. Eu já estava num tesão doido, não demorou muito para eu encher a boca dele de porra. Senti a porra dentro da boca dele, melecando meu pau. E o puto engoliu minha porra.

Ele se levantou, nos beijamos, trocando um pouco das nossas porras, em beijos de língua.

Depois disto, ficamos no mesmo chuveiro, relaxando e um ajudando o outro a tomar banho. Nos recompondo. Com nossos cus arregaçados, gostinho de porra na boca, exaustos, mas felizes. Felizes de termos um ao outro ali, naquele momento e do que tínhamos acabado de fazer.

Fechamos os chuveiros, fomos nos vestir. Trocamos um pouco mais de idéias, agora, elogiando um ao outro ali, naquela performance. Ainda o provoquei, peguei a cueca que ele vestiria e dei uma cheirada, piscando para ele. Ele me beijou na boca, um selinho mesmo e me chamou de safado, em português mesmo. Rimos um pouco.

Comentei com ele, que tinha a fantasia de transar num vestiário, depois de um treino. E que também a de fazer aquilo com um boxeador. Ele comentou que ficou com um tesão imenso na hora e que ficou um pouco receoso de fazer aquilo e se eu toparia. Mas que ele tinha percebido que eu estava a fim de fazer aquilo, desde de algumas aulas antes. Ri um pouco sem graça, mas agradeci de ele ter percebido, porque, foi muito bom.

Saindo do vestiário, comentei que tinha uma vontade enorme de transar num ring de boxe. E ele também falou que tinha essa vontade. Ao passar em frente ao espaço de boxe vi que ele estava apagado.  E de brincadeira, fui verificar se a porta estava trancada. Não estava. Demos um sorriso maroto um para o outro...

Por: LeatherJoeBR - Outubro de 2015.

I'm coming back!

Dear visitors,

After a while, almost one year and a half, I'm coming back, to write again in this blog. I'd love to dedicate more time to this, but my personal life is too busy and time is too short. So I don't have time to all the things I like. After all, what to do between 12am and 6am, when I have to wake up at 5am?

I'm already with two new stories just needing some adjusts and begining to translate the other two in Portuguese that I have already posted.

Leather hugs, :)
Joe.

Estou voltando!

Caros leitores,

Depois de um hiato de quase um ano e meio, eis que estou voltando a escrever. Gostaria de dedicar-me mais ao blog, mas minha vida pessoal é corrida e sobra pouco tempo para fazer outras atividades que gosto tanto - afinal, o que fazer das 0h as 6h quando tem que acordar as 5h??

Estou com dois contos já quase prontos e iniciando a tradução para inglês dos que eu já escrevi.

Aguardem ;)

Abraços,
Joe