Gay saddles

I'm bisexual and yesterday a gay friend who I’d met on ‘Swinging Heaven’
phoned me to say he wanted to meet. The only time I could make it was
after I'd ridden my horse just after lunch. So he came to see me at my
stables. My partner was away for the day so I had the stables to myself.
We live at the end of a mile long single track road so it's very
secluded.

I'd just finished schooling and was dressed in my tight white Pikeur
dressage breeches white socks and long leather Cavallo boots my cock was
outlined in the tight fabric and I was feeling very randy. It had been a
very warm day and I was soaked with sweat my socks were absolutely sodden
and my feet were covered in sweat. My cock was encased in a tight G-
string and was wet. I heard his car approaching and had just untacked my
mare. I walked towards my tack room with my saddle and bridle to hang up
just then Roy came through the stables and saw me.

'Hi' he said
'You look hot - in more ways than one!'
'I am, how are you Roy?' I said.
'I'm fine thanks, but very horny you fancy some action?'

I immediately said yes and we went into the tack room. My tack room is
quite large, and for security has no windows, and in the centre is a
wooden table big enough to lay out tack to clean.
My feet were still wet through and I could feel my sweaty socks.

'Suck my cock' Roy shouted as he unzipped himself.

His long (10" cock) fell out of his trousers and I knelt down and took
his soft cock in my mouth and began sucking on him. He began to grow in
my mouth and he started to moan. In little more than thirty seconds his
cock blew a load of hot cum down my throat. I carried on sucking him till
he was finished and withdrew his cock from my mouth.
He started to unbuckle my belt and lowered my breeches down over my arse.
Slowly he rimmed me and I could feel his tongue probing my arsehole. From
somewhere he produced a tube of KY and lubed my arse with it. 'Suck me
hard again' he shouted, I hobbled round and knelt down and began to lick
his knob and took it back in my mouth his cock was salty and I just loved
the taste.

His cock began to grow in size and I could feel it's big vein throbbing.
He pulled away from me and pushed me face forward over the table. I could
feel his breath on my neck and his finger was probing my arse hole. One
finger then two then three up me and feeling for my prostate, - he found
it and began to massage my gland I could feel my cock twitching and
spasming I thought I was going to cum there and then but then he stopped
and withdrew his fingers. He replaced then with the end of his huge cock
I could feel it probing my arse and suddenly it passed my sphincter and
he was inside me. Slowly he pushed in an inch then withdrew again then
two inches and so on until I could feel his large pendulous balls
slapping against my arse 'Fuck me' I shouted and he began to thrust in
and out of me. God he was big I felt really stretched, and although we'd
fucked before I never got over how my tight arse could take all of his
cock. Roy lasted much longer this time because I'd given him a blowjob
and it was ten minutes before I could feel him tense and he shot his load
up me. He collapsed across my back and his cock shrunk and fell out of my
now loose and gaping arse. I pulled my G-string up and my breeches and
did up my belt. I started to walk away but I could feel his cum leaking
out of my arse and staining my riding breeches. 'I'll have to get these
off Roy' I said. 'OK I'll pull off your boots for you' Roy panted.’ Turn
round so I can stick my boot between your legs Roy' I said. He turned and
spread his legs I pushed my booted leg between his and with my other boot
pushed him away. Slowly my leather boot pulled off to reveal a sodden
sock wet with cold sweat. I did the same for the other boot and then
peeled of my wet socks. 'I've got to lick your wet feet' Roy said. 'OK go
ahead' I said and sat on the edge of the table. He licked both my feet
‘till they were nice and clean. By now I was hard again and it was my
turn to have some fun. Roy took my cock into his mouth and deep throated
me for 5 minutes, but before I shot my load he stopped turned round
dropped his trousers to reveal a shaved arse with no knickers on. ‘I’ve
come prepared’ e said and with that bent over and showed me his hairless
ring. I didn’t wait and lunged at his arsehole with my boner. He was well
used to being fucked and he just relaxed his hole I slid in upto my
balls, he started to clench his muscles and I could feel him milking my
cock. I thought I’m not going to last long here and within ten strokes I
shot my load.

Losing My Manhood

My name is Carl, and I am a 21-year old junior at Dartmouth.  This is my
third year as a member of the equestrian team.  I joined the team in
order to wear breeches and boots regularly and to get dressed up for
horse shows.  I also joined up in order to check out the females on the
team.  The team was all women except for me.  One would think that I
dated everybody on the team and got laid all the time.  That was not the
case.  My teammates looked at me as another girl, but in a man's body.
They laughed at me for dressing well for lessons and for dressing up
really well for horse shows.  I enjoyed dressing up for riding.  I
thought that they would be impressed.  Even though they mocked me,
whether it was behind my back or to my face, I did not care.  Every
evening after riding I would masturbate multiple times.  I dreamed of
wearing equestrian attire, and if I could not, I would not bother to ride
for the equestrian team.  I felt so privileged to partake in English
riding.  It is such an elegant sport, and the clothes are so magnificent.

A ramble on my childhood.  My real name is Carlos, and I moved to the US
from Argentina when I was 14.  We moved to Connecticut.  My family was
wealthy in Argentina, but we were bottom of the barrel in Darien.  I got
a job as a stable boy at the local private equestrian club.  I got to see
all the pretty popular girls (blue eyed blondes) from my high school
there.  They would ride there, have lessons there, and were also there
for local horse shows.  They treated me like crap and totally looked down
on me.  But I enjoyed the job and went home with a hard on and jerked off
every evening after work.  I was not popular at school.  I was a
foreigner with an accent.  The popular guys would push me around in the
hallways and in the locker room.  At the riding club, their girlfriends
would treat me like crap.  They would whip my rear end with their riding
crops.  They would make me polish their boots while wearing them.  I got
nowhere with these girls obviously.  I could not even kiss their booted
feet.  The only action I got was that I got involved with a fat girl
named Melanie (the only non-gorgeous girl at the club) at the club.  She
was so undesirable that guys would reject her offers to give blowjobs.
It was a shame because she had a very pretty face.  We eventually got
involved.  Of course I always went down on her, but I never received oral
pleasure  While other guys got blowjobs all the time, I always performed
cunnilingus for Melanie.  When news of our relationship details got out,
this got me further ridicule at school.

Moving on to college, I got nowhere with girls on the equestrian team.
They were just like the girls at the club in Darien, except smarter.  My
relationships were one night stands with mediocre looking students.  Now
it is Spring semester at Dartmouth.  I am staying on campus for the
summer.  I rode the last fall, and I am riding this Spring.  A few of us
stuck around for the semester.  It was a warm May Saturday afternoon.  I
finished my ride and tacked up the horse.  My teammates and I got dressed
up and went trail riding.  It was our makeshift hunt.  They left promptly
after the ride because they had to do women stuff at the salon.  I was
wearing a dressage outfit (the black riding coat was a waistcoat).  I
also wore a silk ascot around my neck and my dressage boots had high
tops, meaning that the front had a leather flap that stood upright and
covered my kneecaps.  As I walked out of the stall, Scott walked into the
stable.  He wanted to see if Dana was around.  Scott and Dana
(prototypical blonde in a Ralph Lauren ad) dated for three years and
recently broke up.  They were still friends, and surprisingly ended their
relationship amicably.  Scott had the prototypical look of a Ralph Lauren
model.  He is really good-looking.  He spoke briefly and suddenly he
said, "Give me a blowjob."  I said, "What?"  He said, "I am hard.  Get
down and suck me.  I have not gotten any action in a month."  Scott and
Dana broke up six weeks ago.  I said, "No way.  I am not gay."  He
grabbed my arms hard and said, "Get down, I am not going to ask again."
I told him to walk with me and that I needed to take a few steps back.  I
needed to sit on a stack of hay.  I could not bend my legs in these tall
custom dressage boots.  I told Scott to give me a couple of minutes to
get a hold of myself, and that I would.  He said okay.  So many thoughts
were racing in my mind.  I was straight, but I had gay fantasies.  I
always fantasized about giving another guy a blowjob.  In the beginning I
fantasized about receiving anal sex.  I was so mesmerized by the sight of
a cock in porno movies and pictures.  I thought it was the lowest thing
for a man to do - suck off another man.  But at the same time I ws so
jealous of women blowing guys.  Scott finally said, "Come on!"  I
unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans.  He was wearing skimpy
black cotton underwear, similar in style to mens' Speedo shorts.  I
kissed his cloth-covered cock for a minute.  Then I pulled down his
underwear and out popped his erect eight-inch dick.  It was straight
forward and pointing up at a 45 degree angle.  What a sculpted and
chiseled dick.  I admired it for a few seconds and kissed the head
briefly.  I was feeling awkward and nervous.  This was my first time.
Was this how all these teenage girls felt their first time?  I was afraid
to open my mouth.  Finally my mind pushed my mouth open.  I took in a
mouthful of Scott's erect dick.  I could not take in more than five
inches in my mouth.  I pulled my mouth back while keeping my lips tightly
around his cock.  My teeth did not touch.  I applied what I received and
expected when women in college blew me.  I moved back forward with my
mouth.  This continued for ten minutes.  I tickled his scrotum with my
left hand fingers and then extensively felt his frenulum.  I tried to
stroke the untouched part of his cock with my right hand fingers.  I was
doing the best I can.  I was applying all that I liked when women blew
me.  I did not receive a lot of blowjobs, but I knew enough of what I
wanted and liked.  I assumed Scott was the same.  Finally Scott shot his
load in my mouth.  M mouth was full of his cum.  It tasted salty.  TO
describe it, cum is a bunch of white goo with a salty taste.  It did not
taste bac, just a bit salty.  I did not feel like swallowing.  Scott
said, "Come on, pretty boy, swallow it."  He pushed down on the top of my
head.  I finally gulped ans swallowed his load.  He told me to keep
licking his penis and to lick up any residue cum.  I did and swallowed
that too.  Scott said I was pretty good for a first time.  He also said
that I went down pretty easily.  I thought it was borderline date rape,
but I actually enjoyed the experience.  I am glad he was aggressive.  I
never would have seen myself in such a situation.  I thought this
scenario was only a fantasy in my mind when I lay in bed.  I never
expected it to happen.  I was actually glas that I was slightly forced
because this saves some sense of heterosexuality.  This act throws in
doubt my manhood and sexuality.  I guess I am a pretty boy cocksucking
wuss of a man.  Maybe partaking in a feminine sport/activity and enjoying
dressing up accordingly pushed my sexuality and enjoyment to the
"opposite side of the fence".  The tight breeches (and wearing skimpy
briefs underenath) is kind of gay.  I felt so content and satisfied.  I
really enjoyed giving.  It reminded me of my ex-girlfriend Melanie.
Instead of muffdiving, now it is sucking cock.  After every riding
practice or lesson, it seemed as if I was the last one to leave.  Scott
would show up and I wound get down and suck him.  I got better at
sucking.  I can now deep throat him.  I also leaned to master the gag
reflex.  He enjoyed my blowjobs.  Scott said I was better than any of the
girls he dated.  My mouth was bigger, I was more eager to go down deeper,
and I was able to handle him being rough.  We also talked after the one-
sided sexual encounters.  We were friends, but I was his friend with
benefits.  Now it was early August on a Saturday morning, and I was about
to ride.  I was the only one there.  Scott showed up; usually he came in
the afternoons or evenings.  This time after I blew him, he told me to
turn around and bend over a stack of hay.  I had on the same outfit as my
first blowjob day, but I also wore a yellow vest under my black riding
waistcoat.  I unbuckled my belt and started to pull down my breeches.
Scott took over and pulled them down to my knees.  He took out a lotion
bottle and poured it into one of his hands.  Then I felt a slap on m
right but cheek.  Something warm and wet was now on my right but cheek.
I was wearing a white cotton thong under my breeches.  Scott did the same
thing to my left cheek.  I moaned loudly after each of the first two
slaps.  I thought I came in my thong.  He slapped some more lotion on
each cheek.  Then he caressed both cheeks with his hands.  Then he kept
slapping my right cheek until I felt like it burned.  He did the same to
my left cheek.  He took out a tube of K Y jelly and poured it into his
left hand.  He used his right fingers to dab some of this KY lube and
applied it to my frenulum and anus area.  My rear end and anus was clean.
I had a bikini wax three months ago, and I used the bathroon and took a
shower just before coming to the stable.  Scott now probed my anus with
his two fingers covered with KY.  I had a sudden cold sensation in my
rectum.  He felt around for the male G spot in the rectum.  Then he
throust his fully erect manhood into my anus.  I felt a sharp pain.  I
thought my anus was ripped wide open.  I thought I was bleeding like a
sink faucet.  He kept on penetrating deeper and deeper.  Now Scott had a
rhytym.  He put all 8 inches into my anal canal, and pulled out but left
his dick head still inside me.  He thrust forward and pulled back.  This
in and out rhytym continued for a half hour.  Finally Scott shot his load
into my anal canal.  He slapped me on the but, pulled up his briefs and
pants, and left.  I was so sore.  It was exhilirating, but I felt like my
anus was ripped apart and was bleeding.  I just lay there on the stack of
hay for a half hour.  I did not care if anybody walked in.  Luckily
nobody walked into the stable this morning.  Finally I pulled up my thong
and breeches ans walked home.  I walked funny, and I hope nobody saw me.
I could not get on a horse today.  I felt as if a dam broke n my mind.
The next three encounters Scott anally penetrated me after I blew him.
After the fourth anal encounter, I realized that I like anal sex, but I
can live without it.  It went back to the routine of cock sucking.  Scott
never offered to blow me, and I did not want him to either.  I want only
a woman to blow me, but I also love to suck off a guy.  I only want to
penetrate a woman anally (and of course vaginally).

Now I began my Senior year at Darmouth.  Scott got a job in New York and
would leave.  He told me that it was over, and we could still be friends.
It was easy for him to say.  I was so attached.  I said sobbing, "How can
you say that?  I am so attached to you.  You took my manhood.  I sucked
you all the time.  I swallowed the load, and sometimes it tasted
disgusting.  Don't you have any appreciation?"  He told me to get over
it.  He said that I sounded like a girl.  I acted effeminately and wore
tight clothing and resembles a girl, and that is why he went after me for
sex.  I was another sex object, except that I was a man.  He said it was
okay for him to do what he did because he was the dominant one.  because
I was the giver, I was the wuss, the faggot, the real gay.  He thought I
was becoming like a girl and getting all emotional, and he wanted to end
it right there and then.  Scott did the ultimate disrespect to me by
telling all the girls on the team about our summer sexual encounters.
All the girls looked down on me.  They mocked me.  They said what I did
was sick and so low that is was unconscionable.  They called me flame
boy, suck boy, and other names.  Rachel, a senior, told everybody that I
was the stereotypical gay.  Good-looking, well-dressed and had to be gay.
Based on my summer encounter, it was true n their minds.  I enjoyed my
time with Scott, but I did not want a relationship with him.  I agree
that I was attached because I lost my manhood to him.  I like and love
women.  I can have sex, friendship, love, relationship with women.  I
guess when it comes to sex, I am bi (gay in their book).  Ironically Dana
started talking to me.  Eventually we became good friends, and the rest
of the team left me alone.  Dana was a senior, the team captain, and
everybody liked and respected her.  She told me that Scott said many good
things about me.  He was just an asshole in breaking it off with me
because he was a typical insecure guy who wanted to go back to hanging
out with his fraternity brothers.  Dana thought I was really good to
Scott, I filled a void in his life after she broke up with him.  Dana
told me that I treated Scott the same way that she treated him.  He could
not be appreciative and stick with one person for a long time.  Now it
was the first Saturday of October.  We ere n Vermont for a horse show.  
After the show Dana and I went for a walk on one of the riding trails.
We were both dressed in dressage attire.  She  had on the normal Konigs
dressage boots.  Otherwise we were dressed alike.  We held hands the
whole walk and stopped in front of a tall maple tree.  We looked at each
other.  I moved my face forward and kissed her on the lips.  Dana kissed
back, and we kissed for several minutes using a lot of tongue.  We are
now a couple.

I do not regret my summer encounter.  I explored another sexual world,
and became more of a man for it.  I will not  get involved with another
guy again.  My sex and romantic life has now come full circle.  Dana is
my dream girl, the type of girl that I always dreamed of.

Equestrian Weekend . By Hibooted

 

Rob and I had been around each other all of our lives. All through high
school we shared classes and the same interests: horses, equestrian
competition and the high boots and glossy leather that went along with
it. I suppose that we each suspected that the other was gay for a long
time but we pretended to not notice. Which, for me, was extremely
difficult as I found Rob to be increasingly desirable. Especially when
he was wearing his tight riding breeches and long glossy black dressage
boots.

Now, in our second year of community college, we were both on the
varsity equestrian team and spent a lot of time at practice after school
at a local stable. With the rest of the team around I was only able to
admire Rob from a distance – watching him swing his long slim leather
booted leg over his saddle as he mounted, or perhaps helping him to
dismount and letting my gloved hand slip lightly over the smooth curve
of his beautiful firm butt. To my surprise Rob began to ride next to me
and when he dismounted his boot or gloved hand would occasionally graze
my leg or even my crotch – he was definitely sending signals.

At times I had to fight my desire to grab the bulging front of Rob’s
tight breeches and stroke him to climax. Almost every evening after
practice I would go home and strip to just my boots and gloves and
masturbate madly - fantasizing that Rob and I were making love clad in
black leather, kissing and stroking each other’s rigid cock until our
hot juices gushed into our gloved hands and over the glossy leather of
our high boots. But even in my wildest fantasies I had never thought
that Rob was at the same instant having the same thoughts about me.

Several weeks into the semester Rob suggested that we could get in some
extra practice on the weekend at his father’s riding stable. I couldn’t
believe what I was hearing! “What!” I stammered. “Let’s ride together
this weekend – you can even stay over Friday and Saturday night if you
like.” I agreed instantly.

“I stay in my own rooms off the tack room and you can bunk in with me
and share my clothes. That way we can get in all the riding we like.”
The kind of riding I would like was not done on horses and I was hoping
that Rob also had the same thing in mind. Well, I’d show up and find
out.

On Friday I showed up at practice carrying a boot bag with my best
dressage boots and a duffel with necessities for the weekend. I had worn
my practice boots, short black kid gloves, a very revealing pair of
stretch Lycra-denim breeches (without underwear) and a tight black polo
shirt that displayed my nipples through the thin material.

Rob showed up wearing a pair of glossy black over the knee custom riding
boots with tall chunky heels and hidden back zippers over skin-tight
black stretch breeches, a white dress shirt and very tight black gloves.
I could have fallen to my knees right in front of the team and the coach
and licked those beautiful boots from toe to top.

Rob rode the entire practice session wearing those magnificent boots and
I spent the entire session with a hard-on. As soon as practice was over
we jumped into Rob’s car and I pulled off my regular riding boots
exchanging them for my high, gleaming, black dressage boots. As we
headed towards his father’s place I thought that this could turn out to
be an incredible weekend or, if I was reading Rob’s signals wrong, a
disaster.

As we arrived, Rob’s father was in front of the stable with several
other men in tight black motorcycle leathers with bulging crotches and
long glossy boots. He greeted us and Rob introduced me to him; he then
wished us a great weekend and rode off for his own weekend with his
leathered, obviously gay, companions. Things were beginning to look up.
Rob and I would have the place to ourselves for the entire weekend. “You
know that my dad is gay!” Rob commented.

“Really” I teased, “then how did you get here?” “He didn’t come out
until after I was born.” I looked at Rob and then asked the question
that had been on my mind for some time: “Are you gay, too?” “Believe
it!” was his response. “Just like you.” Rob reached out with a gloved
hand and drew me forward. Our mouths touched just as I gasped, “Oh God!
Yes!”

We were standing out in the open kissing passionately, thrusting our
tongues into each other’s open mouth and sliding our leather clad hands
over each other feeling all of the places that we both had been desiring
for so long. “Let’s go inside” Rob panted as we broke our kiss, “I
really want you!”

I also wanted Rob; I wanted to stroke and suck the hard cock I had been
feeling through his tight breeches and kiss his smooth body and cum on
him and his high glossy boots. I picked up my boot bag and Rob grabbed
my duffel then slipped his gloved hand onto mine and led me inside. We
passed through the tack room on the way to Rob’s quarters and the strong
erotic scent of the leather almost overwhelmed me. Rob set down my
duffel and opened the door between his rooms and the tack room – we
stepped inside and, again, began to kiss and grope each other.

Groaning, we pulled at buckles and buttons and zippers opening and
pulling off our clothes. Stripping each other of everything but our
boots gloves and, now open, breeches. Falling onto the leather-covered
bed I stretched my glossy booted legs out to Rob. He tugged the stretchy
legs of my breeches out of my boot tops and then pulled the breeches
down from my waist and over my boots until they were lying inside out on
the floor. I could feel the soft cool leather of the bedspread against
my nakedness and my cock began to stand straight up.

Rob stood in front of me with his leather ringed cock stiffly protruding
from his open breeches; reaching down he grabbed the stretchy material
and pulled - the short legs came out of his boot tops, he pushed down,
the breeches came to rest around the glossy black leather of his booted
ankles and Rob stepped out of them. Next Rob slipped off his gloves and
reached into a dresser drawer bringing out a pair of tissue thin, black
kid, shoulder-length gloves. He looked directly at me as he worked the
long gloves onto his arms and hands, wiggling his fingers into the tight
leather until the gloves fit without the slightest hint of a wrinkle
below his wrists.

By now Rob had become even more excited and his swollen cockhead was
drooling thick strings of clear precum. I had already begun to jack
myself and my own precum was glazing my cockhead and shaft. “Open your
legs,” Rob groaned as he dropped to his knees on the bed. I raised my
booted legs and spread them wide apart, Rob leaned forward and I felt
the smooth leather of his gloved hands slide over my hardness and
groaned as he started to lightly stroke me. After a few moments of
fondling me Rob’s wet lips slid onto the head of my cock. “Unnn! Yesss!”
I managed to groan as he began to suck my stiff cock.

“Eat me,” Rob gasped as he raised his head from my cock for a breath.
“69 with me!” I mumbled an affirmative between gasping breaths and
slowly turned my body until my face was between Rob’s leather booted
legs and my mouth was at his smooth hairless balls. I began to softly
kiss Rob’s scrotum and drag my tongue over its smooth skin. Then my lips
found his shaft and I began to nibble lightly on it.

I felt gloved hands on the side of my head, “Suck me! Now!” Rob cried
and pulled my head upward until my lips slid over the precum slick head
of his cock. My tongue was flicking Rob’s corona and I tasted the
saltiness of his excitement as I began, for the first time, to suck his
beautiful cock.

We must have spent a half hour kissing, licking and sucking each other –
experimenting with our mouths and tongues and cocks. Stopping only when
we approached climax and only long enough to allow the urge to ejaculate
to subside. Rob finally pulled away from my cock and rotated until he
was facing me. “Let me taste my cock,” he panted and pressed his mouth
to mine. We kissed long and deep with a lot of tongue, smearing our
precum slicked lips together.

“I thought we were going to go riding,” Rob finally panted as he broke
our kiss and rose from the bed. I lay on my back with my legs open and
my cock standing stiffly vertical. “Why don’t you ride this?” I gasped
holding my rigid cock in a gloved hand and stroking it slightly.

“Not a bad idea!” Rob responded. “But I’ll need some more riding gear!”

Turning to the dresser Rob opened a couple of drawers and then turned
back to face me holding a studded black leather harness, a pair of
glossy black chaps and two black leather half masks. “If I’m going to
ride, I’m going to need something to hold on to.”

“Are you afraid that I’ll buck?”

“Oh! I’m going to want you to buck and I want to stay on for the ride.”
I rose and faced Rob. Our hard cocks were touching as I stood and let
him mask me then place the straps and chrome rings of the harness on my
upper body. “Where did you get this stuff?” I panted, wildly turned on
by the studded leather straps encircling my body.

“I borrowed it from my dad’s collection: he has so much that he’ll never
miss it!” Rob masked himself and fastened the chaps around his waist; I
knelt in front of him pulling down the hidden zippers of his boots then
zipping the chaps closed - forming them to his legs like smooth, shiny,
black, second skin before closing the boots over them. I grasped one of
Rob’s glossy boots in my gloved hands and held it as I brought my mouth
to its toe. “Oh fuck! Yes, yes!” Rob cried as I began to suck and lick
the glossy black leather encasing his legs. My mouth moved upward from
boot to boot and then onto the tight, shiny, black leather of the chaps
at Rob’s thighs. Rob groaned and began to roll his own nipples with his
gloved fingers as my mouth again found his cock. “Oh Shit!” he gasped,
“I’ve watched my dad and his friends but I never imagined it could be
this good!”

My mouth was filling with his precum and my own juices were now smearing
over Rob’s gleaming boots as I pushed my cock against them. I moved a
gloved finger to Rob’s boots and slid it into the slick smear of my ooze
then pulled back from his cock and brought the same finger to my mouth
allowing his slick juices to empty onto it. Rob’s butt crack was tight
but my slick gloved finger slipped between his buns with only a little
effort.

When Rob realized what I was doing he thrust backward and spread his
legs slightly. My finger pushed into his hole and he cried out in
delight, squirming as I worked it around inside of him. “Now, babe!” I
groaned, “Ride me! Take my hot cock up your ass.” I stepped back to the
bed and lay on my back. Rob reached into the drawer behind him and
pulled out a handful of condoms and a tube of lubricant. “Yes, Oh Fuck!
Yes!” Rob gasped now following me onto the bed and lying next to me.

Rob tore the foil from one of the rubbers and placed it onto the head of
my cock then rolled it delicately down my hard shaft with two leather-
clad fingers. I gasped as the tight latex encased my rigid member, its
pressure making me become even harder. Rob began to kiss my nipples and
at the same time open the tube of lubricant. I felt the coolness of the
lubricant as he smeared it from the tube onto my sheathed cock. I
whispered, “Yes! Make it slick so you can take it all.” Spreading his
leathered legs and straddling my crotch Rob slipped the tube of
lubricant between his buns and squeezed the slick gel into his ass. I
grasped the base of my cock and held it against his hole; Rob dropped
down and ever so slowly impaled his tight, slick anus on my hardness.
Once the full length of my cock was in Rob’s hole he held onto my
harness straps and began to slowly writhe and rotate his hips as though
he were riding me.

I had never felt anything like Rob’s tight ass clamping onto my cock.
Now lying with my head back and my mouth open gasping and thrusting my
hips up and down – I bucked violently as Rob rode me. Our motion became
quicker and quicker, Rob dropped forward and began to squeeze my tits
with his gloved hands then brought his masked face to mine; our open
mouths came together. His tongue slid nearly into my throat, I began to
suck it. My leather-encased hand slid over the smooth leather of his
chaps and then down between Rob’s legs and onto his balls. I squeezed
and rubbed the orbs hanging at Rob’s crotch and felt juices from his
rigid cock smearing against my wrist, my other hand dropped to Rob’s
crotch and I began to stroke his wet prod and roll its head with my
gloved fingers.

My cock felt as though it was about to burst and I could feel Rob’s
balls begin to draw up as spasms began in his groin. He drew in his
breath sharply and clamped his ass tight to my cock then cried out “Oh!
Motherfucker! I’m going to cumm…..Unnnnn!” Hot orgasmic juices gushed
from Rob’s cock into my gloved hand and over my belly. He rose up and I
could see his cock dancing and jerking, spewing more jets of thick spunk
that spattered my leather harnessed chest and masked face. The orgasmic
shudders of Rob’s body caused him to slide off of my cock and the motion
brought me over the edge. I screamed, “I’m creaming! Yeeeaaahhh!” and
grabbed the latex sheath encasing my cock - pulling it off just as my
eruption began. Hot cream squirted from my twitching member into the
crack of Rob’s still quivering ass and then over his balls, cock and
belly as our writhing brought us back together. I wrapped my booted legs
around his, the leather of my boots creaking as it rubbed over his
chaps. My gloved hands clasped his anal mounds and pulled Rob down so
that the last of my jism smeared with his onto both of our wet crotches.

We both sort of collapsed our bodies heaving from the exertion of our
climax. I moved my gloved hands to the back of Rob’s head and drew his
mouth to my chest – he began to lick the spatters of jizz from my tits
and leather harness straps, then worked upward over my neck to my face
and lapped his juices from my leather mask. His cum laden mouth moved to
mine and we kissed again pressing our groins and now softening cocks
together writhing slightly and feeling our bodies slide against the
slick wetness left by our orgasms. As our kiss ended Rob smiled and
panted, “Damn! Stud! That was a wild ride!” I slid my gloved hands over
his smooth body feeling his tight ass and the smooth leather of his
chaps then kissed his masked face lightly and replied, “You’d better
stay leathered up – this isn’t going to be your last!”

Rob’s father didn’t return until early Monday morning, so we managed to
get in a lot of riding over the weekend. Both kinds!