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I am into leather.
Not many people know that and even few saw me wearing it. Mostly my courage to wear leather in public does not go beyond a leather jacket. I like wearing it and I've got a few compliments that it suits me, but to be honest, a leather jacket is pretty basic for a guy. Pants for example, well... they are not.
Through the years I've purchased a couple of leather items. More than just one pair of pants, some underwear, a pair of quite expensive riding boots that I've never worn outside of my flat and even a leather shirt. Even though I love the material, I'm often lacking the confidence to put on leather pants in public. I guess I can deal with strangers seeing me in leather, but there is still the fear of beeing discovered by somebody I know, maybe just somebody who lifes in the same house like me, who might see me and tell it to everybody else. A couple of times I dared to put on the leather pants and even went shopping while wearing them. The feeling to leave my flat and go to public places arrouses me, but I also never could get rid of a little bit of fear. Once I went through with it I wore the pants like they were the most natural thing in the world, trying to ignore the fact that I might stand out of the crowd. There were some looks, but never any comment, so I repeated it a couple of times. Only one time, a group of guys - I guess they were a few years older than me - saw me at the street and they repeated to turn around and look at me. When I saw that they went to the same grocerystore I was headed to, my couragre left me and I turned around. I was to insecure to risk that they could come to me and ask me about those pants.
Since than a long time passed by. During that time I did not show myselfe to the public in leather.
Things got easier when I started motorcycling. Almost immediately after I got my first bike I purchased a full leather 2-piece leathe combi. One without those ugly stretch interlinings in your crotch. Just pure leather. Of course you could still tell that the pants were made for bikers and there was never one strange look when I wore them.
I still had the desire to wear leather pants, even if not traveling with my bike.
Last night I could not sleep, because it was still quite warm outside. The night slowly began to cool down the air. That day I've forgot to take out the agrbage. When I saw it it was almost dark outside. The moment I wanetd to grab it I realized, I could put on my leather pants to do the job. Why not? my flatmate was already asleep...
I put on the pants and looked in the mirror. Damn they look so great at me. Even though they were tighter than the last time I wore them. I guess I could hit the gym more often. Still, I liked what I saw.
So why not putting on more?
Where was that coming from? Sure, a couple of times I combined my gear, looked at me in the mirror and - of course - gave me some relief after starring at the leather man I saw. But I've never worn more than just the jacket or the pants outside.
But I could try...
Hell yeah, I even SHOULD try. To deal with the fear to get discovered I waited a little bit longer. In the middle of the night, most people in my house should sleep aswell.
Around 1 AM I was ready.
I put on the full gear. Pants first. Should I wear underwear? No... it was still warm enought outside and it would only disturb me. The pants were tight enough themself. Afterwards I put on my leather shirt. I had a look into the mirror and already looked really horny. Next were the tall riding boots. I polished them to have this realy nice shine I love. To make the outfit complete I grabbed my leather jacket and gloves and put them on. The transformation was complete. What I saw in the mirror was not longer me. Well it kind of was me, but it was an other version of me. A sexy, more masculin, black and shiny version of me.
I was really excited. I didn't want to just take the trash out. I wanted to use the opportunity and go to the next park wearing my full gear. It is only minutes away. So I took a deap breath and went out of the flat. I checked that the stairwell was empty, then I walked down the floors. I'm living in the highest floor of the house, so the risk of beeing discovered is is not that small, even at 1 AM. The creaking of my full leather outfit was loud but also amazing and immediatly turned me on. I thought most certanly somebody would have to hear me. But nobody was there. I took the trash out and decided to go back and grab my bicycle from the basement. When I returned to the stairwell I realized, that a car had parked in front of the house. Fortunately the lights in the stairwell were of. Two young women left the car and headed towards me. I went back into the basement and let them pass. My heart was beating a little bit faster.
I sneaked out of the house and got on my bicicle. It was harder than I expected because my pants were so tight. I noticed that I began to sweat, partly because it was still warm outside and I was wearing layers of leather, partly because of excitement. I drove to the next park, using as many dark backroads as possible. Even at this time there were a couple of people out there and some saw me. I did not realy pay attention to this.
The roads of the park were well illuminated and I discovered a couple of people who walked through it. As inconspicuous as possible I left the roads and headed towards a dark group of bushes. I parked my bicycle and stood still for a moment. A couple of people saw me on my way into the park and I found that quite arrousing. But as far as I could tell nobody followed me. To calm down, I took a cigarette from my bag and smoked. I noticed some people walking or driving past me, but nobody noticed me, even if my distance to the roads was not that big.
After I finished smoking I was thinking about my next step. Should I head back?
No. I had an idea. I was here. In full leather gear. It felt so horny.
Without even considfering a second time I pulled out my dick and grabed it with my leathered hands. It was already semi hard. Adter a couple of seconds of wanking I paused because I realized somebody walking through the park. He was relatively slow and I realized that he searched for bottles he could return for some money and some cigaretts. He could not see me. So, slowly, I resumed to stroke my dick, fully aware that the other person was less than 10 meters away from me. Some time after the other guy was out of sight, a group of young people came closer to my location. They were chatting to each other. I remembered, that behind the bushes were I was, still jerking, there was an other, smaller road, that was not as well illuminated. They must be on that road! Should I stop? Should I run away?
No way. The risc of getting discovored was pretty low. The bushes were close to each other and it was dark. Also nobody should expect me there. In the mean time I had layed down to relax more and get better "access". While jerking, the leather also made some noises, but the cahtter of the group was louder than that. I looked down at my leather wrapped body. Even with the little amount of light at the there I could see the tempting shine of my boots. It all was so horny. I was so horny and i enjoyed it.
The group was pretty close to me now, but I continued. Somehow, the risk of the situation turned me on even more. One guy of the group stopped walking to pee at one of the bushes. He was less than a meter away from me! If I looked closely I even could see his dick through the bushes. I already leaked some precum. Damn, this was amazing. I could not suppress a moan. A girl of the group turned around and asked the guy who had just finished pissing if he was pissing or jerking of. Luckily he didn't hear me, so he just wondered about her comment and went on. Fuck, that was so close. I held it a little bit longer, just long enough for the group to get out of range, then my cock bursted out in one of the greatest orgasms I've ever had, I lay there moaning, while my cum splashed over my leathered body and even my face.
I must have moaned pretty loud, but nobody else was near. I stood up and cleaned myself up a little bit. I tucked away my dick and realized that I was sweating and that my heart was racing. But I felt great.
After smoking another one I started to drive back to my home.
Some people saw me on may way, but I didn't give a shit.
That night I slept very well and since I woke up this day I can't think of one other thing than last night.
Oh, I will defnitly repeat this ;)