When my 5 uni flat mates and I were invited to a fancy dress party, the debate started. What to wear? Following a d*unken night down the local pub (it was a week day and we were uni students after all!) someone made the suggestion we go as The Village People. Arguments went on about who would dress as who (and being 30 odd years ago the cultural sensitivity of dressing up as a native American never entered our thoughts). In the end we decided to draw lots. Dave was to be the construction worker, Andy the soldier, Ryan the "Indian" , Nigel the cop, Chris the cowboy which left me as the leather clad biker.
The party was in three days' time at the weekend, and so the search for outfits started. The following morning (complete with my hang over) I trudged the high street of my local town for items to wear. I managed to secure some leather trousers in a charity shop. They were women's' and a little too small, but I felt I could fit into them. The cap I bought from a high street woman's clothe shop (thankfully they were in fashion at the time) the leather jacket was borrowed from someone else, I bought a false moustache from a joke shop and the chains I got from the local Woolworths.
In the privacy of my room I tried on the outfit. It wasn't brilliant, but it would do. The trousers were OK, but as they were a female fit, they were very tight across the croch area and low on my hips. No matter what underwear I chose, it showed over the waist band. Sod it, I'd have to go commando.
On the night of the party we all got ready, had pre drinks, went via a couple of pubs and eventually found ourselves at the part house. The party was organised by the University men's hockey team and was mostly full of men with a handful of girls there too. By the sound of the music, things were in full swing. The house was packed and you had to squeeze past everyone to get from room to room. I'm want 100% sure, but I'm convinced that I had my ass felt on more than one occasion.
The more the night wore on, the longer the queue for the toilet became. As I was stood bursting to go, the bloke behind me (dressed in a roman toga) suggested we nip next door to his house and use the loo there. I agreed.
He let us in and went upstairs to the bathroom. He went in to relieve himself and when he came out I went in. I was stood with my leather trousers round my ankles having a pee when I heard the voice behind me say, "I knew that there would be a hot ass under that leather. I've been watching it all night!"
I finished and turned round to see the 'toga' had fallen to the floor and he was standing there in just his briefs. Before I could object, his hand went down to my cock and he took it firmly in his hand. I don't know if it was the drink or if I was shock or afraid, but instead of backing away, curiosity got the better of me. He massaged me until I started to get hard and then he dropped to his knees and began kissing and sucking me. His hands reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks. In no time at all my cock was hard in his mouth and I was getting more relaxed and more turned on. I thought I was about to cum and he must have sensed it too because he stopped, removed my leather trousers which we still around my ankles, and without saying anything, turned me around, placed my hands on the sink so I was bent over, and then he started to pull my ass cheeks apart. I felt a wonderful wetness as he went to work on my ass with his tongue, locking and spitting and forcing his tongue and fingers in my virgin hole.
There was a pause.
When I turned round I saw him removing his briefs, placing a condom on his hard manhood and opening the tube of KY.
This I didn't expect, but I was now up for anything. With a firm but gentle movement he edged his cock onto my asshole. I felt the resistance, but the KY was doing the job and within a few moments he was inside me. Slowly and gently he began fucking me. He built up the speed and my hands gripped the edges of the sink. Faster and faster he thrust until he shuddered to a stop having obviously filled the condom with his creamy cum.
Once he withdrew, we cleaned up , dressed and decided to return to the party.
I never did catch his name, but that night as a leather clad biker certainly has stuck in my mind. |
