June 22nd, 2008

gasmask

Leather Pride continues!

Leather Pride Night was faaaaaaaaaabulous.

I got to see a lot of people I haven't seen in years, which was so nice. I bought some lovely art, which is weird because I don't have any wall space, but ah well. I somehow wound up with a leather vest that I really don't need. And I kissed a lot of pretty girls, and a lot of handsome boys, and had my cock mouthed through the leather of The Pants so much that my cock was like an elevator - up, down, up, down. There were more than a few occasions that I wanted to just grab someone into a dark corner, zip down that flap, and fuck their mouths. So tempting.

Next on the agenda - Folsom Street East!!! I have a singletail play date with an amazing hot boy, and I plan on seeing how much other trouble I can get into. Now if I can only figure out what to wear. Fashion crisis! Do I go with the turnout gear, which will end up being all black in the sun? Do I go traditional with my leather jeans and shirt and vest? Do I bring my motorcycle jacket in case it rains? Do I wear my tank boots or my lace up Wesco Jobmasters? Do I wear my kilt so that people can play with my cock even more? Uniform shirt? Neoprene shirt?

So many choices!!!!

A special moment at Folsom Street East.

The rain had been on and off threatening all day long. We would feel a few drops now and then, but otherwise it left us alone.

Until around 5 PM. Then the rain came.

I was wearing my classic denim jeans with the leather stripes down the side and the biker leather reinforcement My Wesco Jobmasters were laced up tight, hugging my ankles and calves, almost up to my knees. A black t-shirt soaked with sweat, and a singletail around my waist. When the rain came though I knew I needed a costume change.

I ran to the TES table and fished for my bag underneath. Inside the bag I searched for the garment I packed just for the occasion, a neoprene shirt that zipped up skin tight, the sleeves short enough to leave a hint of my tattoo and my cutting visible. And then I ran and found spikydave, with whom a date was previously arranged, and put my master plan into action.

See, despite leathermen being all gruff and rough and manly, when the rain comes down, they run as fast as they can to shelter. Some people think leather should never get wet, I say it's skin and can handle some wetness now and then. But I digress.

When the crowd parted, a full open street was left. And right in the middle was a St. Andrews cross, so thoughtfully hosted by MAsT. I turned to Spikey Dave, and said now. Now? he replied. Yes, now.

It was beautiful. With my friends sir_lone_wolf and njlexi keeping the unwary out from my swing radius, I aimed at the beautiful boy standing topless before me. The rain sliding down my neoprene, down my hair, down my cheeks, my singletail flew through the wetness of the air. Every crack of the whip brought with it an extra burst of water mist, and then the slight writhing of his body.

We went three rounds, pausing to kiss heavily as the rain poured between our faces.
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