Leather Skin Biker

boy mick is a corn fed 30-year old Midwestern boy who stands about 6′1″ tall, cleanshaven, with brown hair and big green eyes. He has a nicely hairy chest and stomach, and a thick cut 8″ cock and low hanging heavy balls. His build is one that I would characterize as a swimmer’s build–trim and toned but not overly muscular. The boy is into leather, but neither a slave owner, nor a slave. I first exchanged messages with him on manhunt.com. I was recruiting a versatile boy to plow my slave, and he was in the right place at the right time. The idea was that I’d have my slave hooded, waiting in the sling, lights dim, and boy mick would come in, fuck him hard with that big tool, and then get the hell out. He was game, and so it was all set.

I got my slave ready by hooding him, putting wrist restraints and ankle restraints on him, and getting him in the sling. I didn’t tell him who was coming over. I just said I wanted him ready for anything. Once I had him in the sling I lubed his hole up and tweaked his nips a bit. My slave has a hungry fucking boy cunt, so I could have lined up 10 guys to plow his hole and he’d take them all with no problem. So far he hasn’t encountered a cock that has been too big for him to handle. And that is interesting, because he has a fairly tight hole, even now.

When boy mick arrived I was very pleased. Even in the dim light I could see that he was very handsome, with brown spiky hair and nice teeth. I didn’t know it at the time, but boy mick would be returning again and again, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I helped to undress him myself, and was somewhat surprised at how full the pouch of his jock was (yes, that’s his picture below). He advertised a thick 8 inches. I noticed right away that boy mick was not a grower, but a shower. I’m sure that his basket turns many a man’s head. I grabbed the pouch and gave it a tug. Then I handed boy mick a condom, per our agreement. Mind you, it was his request, not mine. Given how handsome and hung boy mick was, I really would have liked it if he had bred my slave. But I respect a boy’s wishes, for, umm, the most part.

In no time boy mick was pumping my slave’s boy cunt. I had just put up the sling, and had not taped the loose chains to the supports, so there was a lot of clanking going on. I tended to that almost immediately, which helped to reduce the distraction caused by the clanking. boy mick was quite a good top, based on what I saw and what I heard. Even though my slave was hooded, I could hear those deep moans of pleasure coming through the hood. While I tried not to distract boy mick from the task at hand, which I’d brought him over to do, I got right behind him and felt the heat of his trim body, putting my hands first on his shoulders, then his back, and then his firm ass cheeks. boy mick, this total boy next door type, with no facial hair, was getting me all worked up. I let him finish up what he had come over to do, but I had other plans for him.

With my slave well and thoroughly fucked, I took him out of the sling, walked him over to the bedroom, and put him on the bed. I kept his ankle and wrist restraints on, as well as the hood. I commanded him to stay there on the bed until I commanded otherwise. That business out of the way, I returned to the living room and the sling, where I found boy mick. I put my lips on his and stuck my tongue in his mouth. We made out a bit. He was kissing me back very deeply, which I was enjoying tremendously. I’d taken a very sudden liking to this cute versaboy. At that moment I could think of nothing I’d like more than to get him in the sling.

He’d fucked my slave good, and I wanted to return the favor. We’d previously discussed his position on safer sex, so I knew he’d want me to wrap it. And I agreed to wrap it. I also asked him whether he would be open to wearing a hood. He was game, so I slipped another hood on him and laced it up. boy mick could essentially see nothing, and could not speak. The hood I chose had a built-in gag–the type that snaps into place and keeps a boy from talking. And that was what I wanted: boy mick in the sling unable to see or talk. (I later learned that boy mick is claustrophobic, so the hood was a big deal for him–but he wore it to please me.)

Next I slipped on a condom and slid into boy mick’s warm hole. It was reasonably tight. I’m guessing he really did bottom about half the time and top about half the time, as he suggested. I was enjoying his hole quite a bit. Given the noises I heard coming out of him, I think he liked it too. Of course, my slave was in the other room, clearly able to hear the noises boy mick was making. I pulled out to put some more lube up inside his boy cunt, and with that done I slipped the condom off. I know he said no bareback, but I liked this boy and wanted, err, needed, to breed him. At that point it no longer mattered what he wanted–it became all about what I wanted. Thinking about breeding him against his wishes made me very hard. I couldn’t wait to slide back inside him bare, skin on skin. My cock, his hot hole. And then I did. It felt great. The real challenge was fighting the urge to shoot my hot load deep inside his guts immediately. I held back and pounded him for a while, but then I just couldn’t resist any longer–I felt my balls tightening up, and with that I shot my hot load deep inside him. I remember thinking that he was obviously going to realize what had happened as soon as he left, if not sooner. Even if he didn’t feel me shoot, he’d be bound to feel the cum in his ass.

With my slave well fucked, and with my hot load deep inside boy mick’s guts–where it belonged that night–I bid him farewell. To this day neither of us has spoken of what I did to him that night. But I often think of it, and feel pleased with myself. You will hear more about boy mick in future posts.

This entry was posted on Monday, January 21st, 2008 at 6:39 pm and is filed under Bondage, Fucking, Unwrapped.