Scott could not recount the number of bars he'd been in but nothing could compare to "Rock Hard" -- the Leather Bar he now found himself. Never in his imagination could he had envisioned himself attired in nothing more than a leather jock strap and the black halter he wore around his shoulders. Marc had insisted on his dress and as he looked around at the men, and some women, in all varieties of leather and lace, he felt a surge through his body.
His blood was pumping wildly, feeling a euphoria, he had never known. Sliding the vodka drink over to Marc, he introduced two young men he had just met at the bar -- Randy and Jim. Both guys were dressed much like he was. Randy, taller with dark hair, had a black leather vest, opened in the front and a black jock strap. Jim, slightly shorter was a blonde wearing a black jock and halter just like he wore. Both guys, who appeared to be in their late twenties if that, were absolute studs.
While Scott had his first sexual encounter with a man just yesterday -- he knew he wanted to be with Jim and Randy. The guys stirred something deep inside him, exciting him in a way he had never known. Marc and John had both been older.
These two guys were much closer to his age and there was a sexual energy about both.
Sitting with Marc was a man Scott had not met -- Greg. Marc informed all three that Greg was an old friend and he and his wife were the owners of the bar.
The five sat down at the table, drinking their drinks as Greg shared that he and his wife Victoria, Vicki to friends, had started out swapping and then swinging. On a trip to Atlanta they discovered a bar very similar to theirs and decided they needed to open a place of their own.
The Rock Hard Bar was a private club and prospects had to be recommended by members in good standing. Greg pointed out while the bar was wide open and members were permitted to have fun, no one was coerced and any member who crossed the line with another or their guest would lose all membership privileges.
Scott had been surprised at the number of women who were there but once Greg explained Vicki was involved and much of the concept was her idea, it explained the number of females. Most of the women seemed to be involved with each other but some were openly fraternizing with the men.
Like the guys, many of the women were dressed in leather -- all manner of corsets, thigh high boots, bras, thongs -- it was the most exciting scene Scott had ever taken in.
One woman in particular struck him as she, dressed in all black leather was leading around a young attractive female, breasts bared wearing only a red leather thong and a wide studded collar around her neck. The collar was attached to a thin strap as they moved through the crowd. The woman, who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties had an air of confidence... with the girl, her head bowed, in complete submission. Scott had never been more turned on.
While he wore no collar, and had no leash that he was led from, he was just as owned, just as dominated. Marc was in total command and he would do anything daddy required. "Daddy" ... it seemed natural, right, to refer to Marc as Daddy.
As Marc and Greg engaged in a conversation of their own, Randy, Jim and Scott began to get to know each other better. Scott informed the two younger men that he had just been introduced to the gay scene. They couldn't believe a guy who was seemingly straight just two days ago could be so involved now. They smiled knowing they would play a part in bringing Scott out -- discovering things about himself which lay under the surface. Like the artist who polishes the stone, bringing forth the statue that lay underneath, just waiting to emerge.
Randy retrieved each of them new drinks and slid them across the table. The music surging through their bodies. Scott felt a heat in his chest, his cock, as he looked at the two guys before him. He wanted them and he knew before the evening was over they would all be together.
At that moment Scott heard a familiar song he had always liked, the tingling bell, the beat which pulsed through the air, "Shout" by Tears For Fears. "Damn, I love that song," Scott exclaimed. "Let's go dance," Randy smiled. The three men moved through the crowd. Jim in front with Scott following close behind. Scott felt Randy touch his bare hip, his hand lightly rubbing his ass. "Shout, Shout....Let it all out...."
As they made it to the dance floor, Scott found himself literally sandwiched between the two men. Jim facing him as Randy rubbed his leather covered cock between the cheeks of Scott's ass. Hands on his hips, Jim letting his arms wrap around the other two men, his eyes staring directly into Scott's. His breath blowing back on Scott as he sang along, "Come on...I'm talking to you....come on..." The music pulsating through their bodies.
Scott loved the feel of their sweaty skin rubbing together. Their cocks separated by leather but still mashing, pushing together. The refrain again...., even louder now, "Shout, shout...let it all out..."
As the song wound down, Van Halen's "Panama" ripped through the air. Randy thrust something to Jim who took it close to his nose breathing it in. Randy pulled it back for Scott.
"What is that?" Scott managed. "It's a popper...breathe it. It won't hurt you .... promise. Just breathe it in..." Randy encouraged. Scott had never been one for a drug but he trusted him. Scott leaned in close to Randy's hand and inhaled as the vapor filled his nostril. Amyl Nitrate -- big in the gay scene which Scott would come to understand created a temporary high. The drug was used to relax muscles making it easier for anal sex but also produced a slight high -- as the music reverberated through his body.
"Oh yea...un huh....what's that sound..." David Lee Roth's voice filling the club. Scott could feel Randy grinding, pushing into his back side, his hands reaching around tweaking both of Scott's nipples. Jim leaning in, kissing on his neck. His hand sliding down touching him, cupping his leather covered cock and Scott doing the same. He was so fucking horny. He wanted these guys and he wanted them now.
Maybe another trip back to the back....taking him in his mouth like he did the men earlier in the evening. He wanted to taste them. He wanted them to fill his mouth.
Eddie Van Halen's guitar riffs filling the air.... "Yea, we're running a little bit hot tonight," Roth sings. "Fuck yea, we are," Scott thought to himself.
When the song ended, Randy reached around and pulled Scott's chin back and to the right as he felt the young man's lips close over his. As Jim let his hand slide into Scott's leather pouch freeing his cock already hardening in his hand. Randy let his tongue slide into Scott's hungry mouth. He sucked in his tongue, sliding his lips across Randy's. Jim starting to jack Scott's cock up and down and Scott wrapping his arms around Jim.
Scott lost track of time. How long they stood on the dance floor as people moved past and the next song started. He was lost in the moment, the passion. The three could have made love there in front of everyone but Randy broke their kiss and Jim tucked Scott's cock back in, though the erect cock still stood at attention and the tip hung out of the leather jock.
Marc merely smiled as the three walked back up to the table. Greg's inviting us back to his place if you three want to come along. "Yea, been here since early this afternoon. I need a bite. Ya'll up for it?" Greg inquired as he stood.
"Sure," Randy shot back. No idea where they were going but it didn't matter.
