The Bus Ride

This is a partially true story of an encounter I had in my early twenties and the fantasy of how I wished things had ended, if only I'd been confident enough.

I was stood at the bus stop in town late at night after attending a gig. I can't remember who I saw, but that's not important. What is important is the guy stood at the bus stop a few feet away. Now I've been drinking and it's quite dim lighting but I'm sure he's wearing leather trousers! I've had a huge leather fetish ever since I slipped on my mum's leather pants when she was out when I was a teen. Sure, you saw women wearing leather pants on a night out all the time, but rarely did you see men in them.

I was still trying to determine whether he was wearing leather when he turned around. I could see even in this light that they were definitely leather now, a standard jean style from the looks of things. Wow! That's amazing, I wish I had the confidence to wear leather like him. I'm just stood here in a black shirt and my standard blue jeans with trainers to top it off. He's got a black denim waistcoat with some band t-shirt underneath, most likely in with the metal crowd which explains the leather I guess! He's about my age, mid-20s, maybe a little older with shoulder length straight blonde hair and round glasses.

"Hi," he says to me, "you off home for the night?" Oh fuck, I must have been staring too long!

"Yeah, just been to a gig with mates. They're off clubbing but I don't fancy it. I'm the only one that's single and I don't fancy spending the rest of the night watching them be all over their girlfriends. Plus I have work tomorrow." Why am I giving him all this info? A simple yes would have been enough.

"Oh cool, I've just been in there," he gestured towards the rock bar a few doors down. So he was definitely a metalhead then.

"Nice, been in a few times myself. Think my mate's old band played there once."

"Oh yeah, what are they called? I might have seen them myself. Can't say I've noticed you in there before". Noticed me? Why would he have remembered if he noticed me? Or is he testing my credentials? I don't look like I'd fit in there tonight but I've got the standard black jeans and band t-shirt uniform at home.

"I don't recognise you either." God, that sounded bitchy, I hope it wasn't.

"Oh well, I'm John. Pleased to meet you," he said holding out his hand. I shook it and introduced myself. "Right on time," he exclaimed as the bus appeared. He gestured for me to get on first and after I told the driver where I was going, John said "snap" and paid the same amount.

I sat down and he sat beside me. In the light from the bus I could finally see his leather in all its glory. They looked worn but not dirty, made from a tough real leather. I bet they felt so good to wear. "So whereabouts do you live? I'm opposite the old folks home."

Wow, that was close! "I'm round the corner and down the hill a bit. Right between the graveyard and the school."

"Between us, we've got the whole circle of life covered!" John quipped. I laughed and smiled at him, perhaps a bit longer than I should have. What was I doing? I didn't have feelings for men, I liked women. It's the leather, it's confusing me. I know it's my biggest fetish and I'm sat so close to someone wearing a perfect pair of leather jeans and he is kind of cute looking and...

My sexual conundrum was broken by John asking me where I work. Stunned a little, all I could say was "huh?"

"You said you've got work in the morning, well where is it? What do you do?"

"Sorry, I was miles away," I began. John flashed a knowing smile. Oh my god, am I blushing? I hope not! "I work in Asda, just stacking shelves and on the tills. Basic stuff. You?"

"I actually work in the old folk's home. I started as a cleaner but I'm just about to qualify as full care assistant. I really enjoy it and think I might end up training as a nurse."

"Wow, that's incredible! How long have you being doing that for?"

John crossed his legs, his leather making a wonderful creaking sound and his left leg coming to a rest over my right one. "Sorry, am I squashing you?" I shook my head and mouthed a no. "I've been there for about 4 years now, but I wish it had been longer. They're a great bunch and there's always stories you've never heard." I was staring at his leather knee touching mine, so shiny and black. I bet the leather smelled incredible. "You like them?"

"Huh?" I grunted for the second time this evening.

"My leathers."

"Ye-yeah they're ummm cool," I nervously stuttered. "You don't see many blokes wearing them."

"They're fairly common in my circles. I'm guessing you don't look at 'blokes' often? Or you're looking at the wrong kind..." Is he teasing me? Am I being teased? I don't think so, he's a guy and I'm a guy, you don't tease other guys like that. Am I... is my...oh god it is, my cock is twitching beneath my jeans. But I'm not gay! "Personally, I think more men should be wearing leather. They're a lot more comfortable than jeans and they last longer too. I'm guessing you don't have any in your wardrobe do you?"

"No, I don't even have a leather jacket!" We both laughed. "But I..."

"What? Come on, out with it!" John teased, his eyes lighting up.

"Well, I have worn leather trousers before. My mu...errr girlfriend used to have a pair and I got curious and tried them on one time when she was out."

"Ooh, someone's hiding a dark side! So you like wearing your girlfriend's clothes then?"

"Shhh, keep it down," I protested, even though we were the only passengers on the bus. "She's actually my ex-girlfriend," I lied, "and I was just curious about how leather felt to wear. Anyway, I don't think it was real leather, it felt quite plasticky and didn't look as thick as yours."

"Been comparing have we? Haha, but yeah there's a lot of fake leather around. It's cheaper than the real deal. These are the real thing," he said as he stroked all up his thigh, right up to his dick. Woah, I can see it's outline perfectly through the leather. Is he hard? Is he trying to get me to notice? "Have a feel if you want, see how they compare to your girlfriend's. Sorry, ex-girlfriend's," he said, gesturing to lower down his thigh.

Nervously, I reached out. It seemed to take forever or time stood still or something. Can I do this? Should I do this? Does this make me gay? I made contact with his leg, gently touching the leather with the tips of my fingers. My cock twitched in my jeans again and I swear I heard John let out a moan. Fuck it, I'm all in now, just need to make it look like I'm assessing the leather. I placed my hand flat to his leg and gave his thigh a squeeze with my while hand. "Mmmmm," definitely a moan this time, but not from him, from me! I tried to compose myself and save face, "they feel good, nice quality leathers. A lot better than the plastic shit she wore." My mind going back to the only other leather trousers I'd felt, those of my mother when she was out of the house. They felt great but the imitation leather was nothing compared to the real thing. I felt bad for lying to John but how weird and creepy would I sound if I told him I'd worn my mum's clothes?

"Yeah, can't beat the real thing. Even feels good to have someone touch your leg like that when you're wearing them. You wouldn't believe how many people want a feel on a night out. Guys and girls all wanting to touch the leather. It's always the same; 'are you wearing leather? Is it real? Can I...?' and then they're off running their hands all over you. Easy way to pick up a companion for the night."

"I'll bet it is!" I said, not realising my hand was resting again on his leathered leg, instinctively drawn to the soft, supple material like a moth to a flame. My hand, still seemingly with a mind of its own, began gently sliding up the leather, feeling the cool, black material under my palm. Suddenly, my hand bumped up against something. Oh my god, I think I just brushed into his cock! Before I could pull away, I felt it twitch against my hand. In that moment, I don't know what came over but I decided to be bold and move my hand further up his leather covered shaft. I'm technically touching another man's dick for the first time! Feeling bolder still, I squeeze his hard member under my palm and he definitely let out a moan this time. "Yeah, the real thing definitely feels good," I said as I finally moved my hand away from him.

He looked at me like he knew exactly what I'd just done. Of course he knew, you'd know if someone had just squeezed your throbbing length wouldn't you? It's not something you'd tend to ignore.

"It's our stop," John said, snapping me back to reality. He rang the bell and stood up, I stayed seated watching him walk down the aisle. He had a nice shapely arse, it looked quite feminine in those leather pants. God, if I didn't know any better, I would have sworn that was a hot chick walking away. But I did know better, that was a guy and I'd just stroked his dick through his trousers and I was having all sorts of arousing and conflicting thoughts. I just want to get off the bus. No, I don't want the journey to end, he needs to sit back down so I can touch his leather some more.

"You coming or what?"

Taken out of my thoughts again, I stood up and walked to the front of the bus. We stopped and John stepped out first, I followed him, stealing another secret glance at his leather clad arse. We stood at the bus stop together, about to fall into the typical departure routine two night travellers might partake in. John broke the silence, "It's still early and I've got a fridge full of beer. Fancy it?"

My face lit up. "Sure, sounds like a plan! Lead the way!" We set off and I could hear the creaking of his leather in the still night. I dropped back to tie my shoe and watched him walking from behind, the leather looked so good in the moonlight. Fuck, he was so sexy! What with his leather pants and straight shoulder length hair, just a feast for the eyes! Wait, what am I thinking? Fuck it, he IS sexy! Stop getting hung up and admit you find him sexy! It's ok!

I finished tying my shoe and caught up to him. "You know, your trousers look really cool in the moonlight. They just get caught in the glow and bam!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. My leather is cool, i get it." The way he emphasised the world 'leather' really got to me. I've just got to face it, I'm completely under the spell of this man and heading towards his home for a 'beer'. Suddenly my heart started racing, cock throbbing and head full of thoughts. What do I do with another man? Am I gay now? Why does leather turn me on so much? What about work? Will this hurt? What if I don't like it? What if I do like it?

We stopped in front of a house opposite the care home. "This is me, my housemate is staying at his girl's tonight so we don't need to worry about him complaining about the music or anything..." He was still teasing me even though I think we both knew at that point where the night was headed.

We went inside and he grabbed a four pack out of the fridge and sat on the sofa. I sat next to him, taking in my surroundings. It was a typical student style place, minimal furniture, a couple of empty cans lying around, a full ashtray and a smell that wasn't quite cigarettes in the air. "Sorry about the mess, the prick said he was cleaning up before he went out. Obviously slipped his mind."

"No problem, I've been in much worse," I replied as I opened my can. I never liked drinking beer from a can, it was always too metallic but I didn't want to ask for a glass.

"Ooh, I've got to grab something for you. Wait right there." With that, he left me alone and went upstairs. I was sitting alone, nervously sipping on my beer and anticipating what would happen tonight. We were probably going to end up doing stuff together, I certainly wouldn't say no to any suggestions John may have. At the same time, I was even more nervous than when I'd lost my virginity to my ex-girlfriend in college. I felt like my horizons were definitely getting expanded tonight.

"Here you go," John had reappeared in the doorway with something in his hand. Wow, it was another pair of leather trousers, just like the ones he was wearing! "These are my second pair and well you seem a little preoccupied tonight, so I think you should try these on and satisfy your curiosity. You can change in the bathroom, just leave your jeans in there. Oh and you might want to try them without underwear, it's quite freeing!"

I laughed and mumbled something about him being sure, they were his trousers after all. John was having none of it and told me he was withholding alcohol until I at least tried them on. I took the pants from his hand, feeling the gorgeous leather for the first time and head up to the bathroom. By the time I was there, I couldn't wait to get them on. I quickly flung my jeans and underwear on the floor and stood with the leather pants in my hand. This was always a ritual to me, whenever I'd sneakily wore my mum's pants in the past, I savoured that feeling of leather sliding up my legs. Tonight was to be no different.

I placed my left foot into the pants and slowly added my right foot. Looking down, my dick was standing out, long and hard. I looked at it for the first time and could see the head already dripping precum. Shit, what if I stain the trousers? Whatever, John's probably expecting that. He's clearly given me these knowing what effect they'll have on me. I slowly, sensually, pulled them up my legs, all the way over my arse and then fastened the button above my hard cock. I stood there, dressed in real leather for the first time and had no choice but to stroke myself. It felt so good, the leather I was wearing adding to the experience. I felt so close to cumming, no doubt a mixture of the night's activities, my nervousness and my current attire. I didn't want to cum soon, knowing I would likely feel guilt and shame afterwards. Carefully, I placed my throbbing erection inside the leather pants and zipped it up. You could clearly see my member trying to escape its leather prison. I let out a moan and instinctively grabbed my arse, rubbing my hands all over the leather and the following down my legs. Right, need to snap out of this and head back downstairs, can't keep John waiting.

I was getting even more turned on walking downstairs, feeling the trousers gliding over me while the leather made sensuous creaking sounds. I stepped back into the front room. "What do you think?" I proposed with my arms wide open, posing like I was showing off a prize.

"They look great, I can see what you were going on about with mine all night now!" I smiled and sat down next to him on the sofa, resuming my drink from before. Suddenly l felt a hand on my leg, "See what I mean? People just love to touch leather." John was gently caressing my thigh through the leather and I let out a moan. "You look so cute in your leather." Oh fuck, this was definitely moving along. I could only moan again as he continued to stroke me, my head rolling back. I felt his lips on my neck, gently kissing me before moving up to my cheek. I turned to face him and we locked lips. He put one arm around me, pulling me closer while his other hand continued to stroke my leather clad leg. I did the same with him. Fuck me, my cock felt ready to burst. I kissed him deeper, my tongue probing his mouth. God, I kissed him more passionately than I'd ever kissed a woman. He began rubbing my cock through the leather trousers and my back arched in excitement.

I broke off the kiss. "Stop," I panted, "I'm getting close." His hand immediately pulled away, a great big smile on his face. Fuck, he's gorgeous.

"Wouldn't want that happening too soon. Let's calm down a bit and catch our breath. Hey, you haven't even had a good look at yourself yet. Let's go upstairs, I've got a full length mirror up there." He got up and started walking towards the door.

"Thought we were calming things down?"

"We are, don't get ahead of yourself!" I followed him upstairs towards his room. I have to say, it was a lot cleaner than downstairs, not a thing out of place. "There you go," he gestured towards the mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes, I looked so hot in the black shiny leather, my big cock straining to get out looked like it was reaching towards the mirror, desperate to touch it's counterpart. John stepped in beside me and the sight of both of us in leather turned me on even more. "Here, take off your shirt," he said as he began to unbutton me from behind. I was soon stood there shirtless as John did the same. We both had the fit, smooth, tight bodies of a couple of twenty-somethings. I felt John hug me from behind, saw his arms snake around me in the mirror and felt his flesh against mine. He spun me around and began kissing me again, his hands exploring my leather clad arse. Again, I did the same.

He pulled away from the kiss and dropped to his knees. "Lets see what we have here then," he said as he ran his hands up my thighs towards the zip on the leather jeans. One hand slipped around to my ass while he unzipped me with the other. He reached in and grabbed my dick, the first time I've been held by another man. "Wow, that's impressive. I thought it was on the bus, but wow. Seeing it up close is another thing entirely!" I looked down and could see my full purple head throbbing popping out of the leather infront of him. He kissed the tip and then swallowed me up. God this felt incredible, he was bobbing up and down on me, swirling his tongue under my head and this, mixed with the leather was enough to unleash an almighty orgasm through me. I could feel my dick pumping cum into his throat. My legs were shaking and my heart was pounding, I'd never felt this good. He popped me out of his mouth, smiling as another blast hit his face and then another dropped down onto his leather trousers. Fuck, I'd never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life. I had none of the guilt I thought I'd feel, I just felt on top of the world.

He looked up at me with my cum on his face, smiling while he continued to stroke me with one hand. He used his other hand to scoop the cum from his face into his mouth. As he went to clean up the cum on his leg, I stopped him. I don't know what came over me but I just got a sudden urge to bend down and lick my mess off his leather. I got down on my knees and took in the heavy scent of leather and cum, my tongue licking his leg until I met the wet sticky patch of my own making. It wasn't the first time I'd tasted myself, every guy gets curious at some point and samples their own wares, right? Tonight it was different though, no shame, no disgust. Not even a dislike of the sharp taste. Just a feeling of happiness as I cleaned up this sexy guy's leather pants. Once I'd licked up every drop, I began kissing his torso, moving up his body. I stopped to lick and suck on his nipples, this usually drove me wild and I could see it having the same effect on John! He pulled my head closer to his chest and moaned as my tongue flicked back and forth over his left nipple. I could feel him running his hands through my hair, eventually gently pulling me upwards. We kissed again, I could taste my cum and what I assumed was my cock on his breath. He stood up and pulled me over to the bed, climbing on top of me and grinding his leather crotch against mine. This felt great against my still exposed cock, the sensitivity of post-orgasm driving me wild. We continued kissing and my hands went down to his crotch as he continued dry humping me. No words were needed, he arched himself upward so I could access his zip and unleash his dick. My first time touching another man's dick and I was already in heaven.

He climbed up my body, bringing his dick close to my mouth. Here goes another first! I kissed his head and then licked underneath, opening my mouth and beginning to suck. He was warm and had slightly salty, sweaty taste. It wasn't unpleasant at all. I pulled my head forward, trying to take as much of him in my mouth as I could. My nose was pressed against his leather pants, the intoxicating combination of leather and dick had me feeling like a bitch in heat and I felt myself growing hard again.