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.