He sighs once, annoyed. You'd think that a place like this... a small dark store smelling of steel, and leather, vests and chaps hanging on the walls papered with tattered photos of half naked men. You'd think that a place like this could hire better sales help than Jerry ...a sunken-chested wisp of a man wearing a white button down shirt and pressed khakis, kneeling now between his legs, practically licking his white socks, as he laces the pair of size 9 black engineer boots.

Sighing again, Tony eyes the terrain between his chin and the balding head of the clerk... the hard rise of his pecs inside the t-shirt, the pale glow of skin through the tear strategically placed to expose one quarter-sized nipple, the flat slope of belly and, rising over the thick black leather belt, the bulge of flesh in his worn jeans; beyond that, thigh, knee, shin, black shod feet. Finally Jerry is done tying the shoes, and Tony stands, flexes his feet in the boots, and nods once, curtly, sitting again so the clerk can box the purchase, eager to be out of the store and back on the street, horny and frustrated, on the prowl.

The clerk disappears into the back room, and Tony waits impatiently at the counter, credit card in hand, watching with increasing anger as one hot man after another passes by outside the dingy window and disappears from view. He is about to walk out when he hears a deep voice:

"Nice boots you're buying, boy"

And turns, startled, to see someone new behind the counter: a huge bear of a man... 6'3" of thick muscle, wearing a black denim vest, a large steel ring hanging from a black leather thong tied around his neck.

"Where's Jerry?"

"He's busy. I'll take care of you. I'm Jim."

Jim leans forward to take the credit card and the vest falls open, so Tony can see the silver bar pierced through one distended nipple, almost hidden in the dense mat of blonde fur on the thick pecs.

Tony pulls the credit card back quickly and says, "Umm- I think I'd like to look at something else."

The blond stud raises his eyebrows.

"I mean... well, I thought you could maybe show me more...." and smiles.

"Anything you say, boy...."

Jim comes out from behind the counter. He is wearing a low slung pair of ripped jeans, and Tony stares at him, his eyes following the trail of blond hair, from the mat of chest fur, down over the firm rise of belly, the pierced navel, broadening and thickening into a darker triangle before it disappears under the unbelted waist of the jeans.

"....What more do you want to see?"

Tony blushes. "Do you have black leather pants in my size?"

Closer now, Jim turns Tony to face the window, then slides his huge hands down to the boy's slender waist, his hips, his firm ass, then finally turns him sideways, one hand on his belly, the other at the small of his back:

"About a 30, right?"

Tony shivers and nods.

"I'll pull a 29. The leather will stretch a little, and you'll want 'em tight where you're headed..." he turns to go into the back room. "...You'd better get out of those jeans."

"Where's the dressing room?"

Jim walks to the front window of the store and pulls down a yellowed shade: "You're standing in it." and walks out of the room.

So Tony kicks off his running shoes, undoes the black leather belt, dropping his jeans to his ankles, and stands there in his t-shirt and a black 2(x)ist jock strap, his cock hard against his belly. Embarrassed, he pulls down hard on the t-shirt to try to hide the head of his prick poking out of the waistband of the jock, then bends over to pull off the jeans, and that is how he is standing, round white ass exposed, when Jim walks back into the room and clears his throat.

"Try these on."

Blushing again, Tony sits to pull on the tight leather pants, which barely go around his thighs. He looks up.

"They're too tight."

But Jim shakes his head. "You've just got to encourage them a little. Stand up."

And he kneels in front of Tony and starts massaging the leather with his rough hands, warming and stretching the pants up the muscular legs, rubbing hard, up the thighs now, and higher, until he is using his thumbs to press the leather, warmer now, and soft, into place around the bulge of Tony's jockstrap. Finally he carefully draws the zipper closed over the swollen cock.

"See? I told you they'd fit. Turn around."

Tony slowly turns, then squats, as the leather stretches and molds to the shape of his legs and ass.

"They feel great, but will I ever get them off?"

Jim grins...

"Let's give it a try, shall we?"

...And walks around to stand behind Tony, wrapping his thick arms around the boy's waist to lower the zipper, then runs his big hands up Tony's chest, feeling for the rise of pecs and the point of nipples. He finds the strategically placed tear and rips open the t-shirt, parting the neckband, and discarding the remnants on the floor. Then he kneels, peeling the leather off Tony's legs, then the jockstrap, and his breath hot on the exposed ass. One hand at the boy's waist, the other high on his back, he forces him to bend forward to lean on the counter, opening the exposed ass, and now hot breath is replaced with hotter tongue, circling, then plunging into the vulnerable asshole, as Tony, jockstrap binding his ankles, supported only by the rough pine counter and the hot hand clutching his cock, moans with pleasure. Finally, the boy can take no more, and abruptly stands upright, pulling away from the probing tongue. Jim growls, and slaps the exposed ass once, hard...

"What's the matter? Too much for you, boy?"

...Then stands, removing the black vest, dropping it to the floor, then untying the black leather thong from around his neck, releasing the steel cock ring.

"Help me with this, boy... warm it up for me." And he slides the ring into Tony's mouth. Then he unbuttons the fly of the low slung jeans and lets the flaps fall open, exposing a rank growth of dark hair, long ropy cock with its sheath of skin, loose furry sack, twin balls. "Better get it on there while you still can."

So Tony grasps the thickening prick and slides the spit lubed ring over its length, pulls through the loose scrotal sack, the enormous balls, watching the cock lengthen and harden until it thrusts forward from the nest of hair, foreskin slowly rolling back to expose the purple head, pulsing as it engorges with blood.

"Good. Now this." And he grabs a rubber from the counter, so that Tony can unwrap it and roll it over the now fully erect cock.

"Get up on the counter... good. Now lie back"

Jim takes the length of black leather thong and wets it in his mouth, then ties it around the base of Tony's dick, first circling below the balls, then above, then an x crossing between the balls, pulling each into its own tight sac of skin. Satisfied with his handiwork, he slaps gently at the vulnerable balls, and then says, "Lift up your legs."

And he goes to work again on the exposed asshole, first wet tongue, then fingers, one, then two, until, again satisfied, he stands to tower over the boy, the head of his huge prick nudging the tight asshole, first gently, teasing, then more firmly, probing, until, with a thrust of his hips, he pops the head past the first ring of muscle, causing Tony to cry out.

Then he waits patiently, eager cock pulsing, working the boy's hard nipples stroking his leaking cock waiting as the tight hole relaxes then firmly insistently he presses his weight into the boy sinking the whole length of his prick into his ass.... pulls out again...then in....harder.... faster- fucking Tony hard now his hips slamming into the edge of the counter panting with exertion wrapping strong hands around the boy's waist lifting him into the air leaning back so that they are counter balanced Tony riding him like a bucking horse grabbing his hard shoulders throwing his head back crying out now from the sheer pleasure bordering on agony fucking hard fast fast hard faster until they both come NOW!

Jim filling the rubber with sharps jets of fluid Tony shooting straight up into the air between them a shower of cum over their chests.

Slowly now, gentler, Jim pulls out, setting Tony back on the counter, letting him unbind his balls and cock.

Now he picks up the black leather pants, discarded on the floor, and uses them to wipe the cum off his chest, then Tony's. Then, laying the pants across the boy's lap, he pulls the full condom off his cock and empties it on the pants rubbing the white cream into the black leather.

"There. Now they've been baptized. Would you like to wear your purchase, sir?"

Tony grins and pulls on the warm leather pants, which slide easily now over his sweat-slicked legs, as Jim removes the steel ring from his softening cock, and reties the black leather thong.

He calls into the back room:

"Yo, Jerry! You wanna do some work around here? We've got a customer waiting. Ring this guy out. And get him a t-shirt. We can't have him out on the street half-naked."

Then he winks at Tony and tosses him the cockring.

"On the house, kid! Wear it with pride."

And he is gone, disappearing into the backroom, leaving Tony to wait for the clerk.