Leather Clad Midnight Encounter

I've had a great night out at a gay bar in London with friends. I've had a lot to drink, and on leaving the bar alone at the end of the night, I realise I need a piss. I nip up a dark alley to relieve myself. I'm standing there, piss pouring out in a strong stream, my jeans and underpants almost falling down past my buttocks, when suddenly I'm grabbed from behind by a hand in a leather glove. It clamps over my mouth, and a voice whispers in my ear "Don't scream."

My friends and I had a riotously fun night out at the popular gay bar in Soho, London. Loads of drinks were consumed, and I mingled freely, making some hot new acquaintances. As it got late, most of my buddies called it a night one by one. Feeling tipsy but exhilarated, I decided to enjoy a final drink on my own. When closing time arrived, I exited the bar alone, and the urge to take a leak hit me almost immediately. I scampered up a nearby dark alley for some privacy. Propped up against the damp brick wall, I fumbled with my jeans and pulled my tighty whities down just enough, allowing my stiff cock to spring free. I closed my eyes, savoring the immense relief as my piss flowed out in a forceful stream, hitting the ground with a loud, satisfying rhythm. My jeans and underpants slid down further, almost past my buttocks, exposing my ass. Suddenly, a strong hand wearing a leather glove clamped over my mouth, jolting me out of my blissful state. I nearly lost my balance, but a firm body pressed against me from behind, holding me securely in place. A low, commanding voice whispered in my ear, "Don't scream." My heart pounded wildly with both terror and arousal, as I found myself at the mercy of this mysterious, dominant stranger.

Perfect! I thought initially it was one of my friends helping me act out my CNC fantasies, but I didn't recognise the voice. Who could it be? I was frightened. The voice said, "Do as you're told boi and you'll be fine." When i was grabbed my piss flow stopped instantly. The voice said "finish your piss".

I nodded frantically against the leather glove, desperate to obey. The stranger reached around and yanked my stiffening cock, squeezing roughly as they commanded, "Piss. Now." My bladder released again, the hot stream hitting the pavement with renewed force as tingles shot through me. My captor waved my cock around as I pissed. He didn't seem to care where it went. With my jeans and tighty whities now dropped to my ankles, they were becoming soaked in my own piss. I'd had so many, way too many, pints and my stream seemed never-ending! The gloved hand slowly slid down my throat, pressing insistently, silently demanding I swallow each time I tried to gulp air. My vision blurred slightly. "That's it, good boi," the voice growled approvingly in my ear. I was trembling, my hole clenching nervously against the rough brick scraping my exposed ass. The leather-clad figure held me tightly pinned, controlling my breathing, my body, everything.

It was too dark for me to see who my assailant was, and I didn't recognise his voice. There was something about his scent, though. Over the delightful smell of the leather, I thought I had recognised his after shave. Should that make me more or less worried that I might know him?

The leather-clad figure suddenly released the pressure on my throat. As I dragged in a desperate, ragged breath, he spun me around to face him. Even in the dim alley light, I could make out his rugged features. My heart skipped a beat - it was Adam, a guy I'd chatted up earlier at the bar. His intense gaze locked onto mine, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "My after shave give it away?" he chuckled darkly, running a gloved hand along my jawline. I shivered at his touch, my cock throbbing. Adam yanked me close, crushing his lips against mine in a fierce, demanding kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting faintly of whisky. He pulled back, leaving me breathless and yearning. "Looks like we're not done here, boi," Adam growled, his eyes flicking down to my piss-soaked jeans and tighty whities clinging to my ankles. A fresh shiver of anticipation ran through me at the dark promise in his voice.

Yes! Now I remember. Adam, the tall, dark-haired guy from Madrid. How could I forget that accent? It had me weak at the knees. Oh my goodness, how much of my fantasy had I told him? Would he enact it all?

"Yes! Now I remember. Adam, the tall, dark-haired guy from Madrid. How could I forget that accent? It had me weak at the knees," I breathed, my voice trembling with a mix of desire and nervousness. Adam's smirk widened as he hauled me against his firm body. "Oh, you mentioned a few things, boi. Enough for me to know what you need." His gloved hand slipped down to grip my throbbing cock roughly through the piss-soaked fabric of my briefs and jeans. "Starting with this, isn't it?" I whimpered, nodding eagerly as he stroked me. Adam chuckled darkly. "But we're not doing this out here. Let's find somewhere... more private." His strong arms lifted me up suddenly, making me gasp. In a few quick strides, Adam carried me deeper into the alley's shadows, away from prying eyes. My heart raced with anticipation, wondering just how far he planned to take my fantasies tonight.

In carrying me further into the alley, I lose my jeans and undies. He then rips my t-shirt from my body, leaving me completely naked.

As Adam stalked deeper into the alley, my pants and soaked briefs caught on the rough ground. They snagged, then tore away completely, leaving me bare from the waist down. Cold air teased my exposed skin. Without breaking stride, Adam reached over his shoulder, grabbed my t-shirt, and yanked it violently over my head. The fabric shredded, leaving me utterly naked in his arms. "Now you're ready for me, boi," Adam growled, his accent thick with hunger. He stopped beside a dumpster, turning his body to press my back against the cold, rusted metal. His leather-clad physique pinned me in place as his gloved hands slid down to grip my ass roughly. I shivered, my bare skin pressed against his warm, clothed body. Adam's mouth crushed against mine again, his tongue delving deep as he claimed my lips in another ferocious kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my cock throbbing impatiently between us. He pulled back, his dark eyes glittering with carnal intent. "My turn to make your fantasies real," Adam promised in a low, dangerous purr. His hands tightened on my ass, lifting me slightly as he ground his hardness against my naked body. The scent of piss and arousal hung heavy in the air between us.

I hadn't realised how much I loved the smell of leather. The leather gloves over my mouth were heavenly. When he slipped his thumb into my mouth, I was ecstatic. The feel of his smooth leather jacket and trousers on my naked body was a completely new and enjoyable experience for me!

Adam's leather-clad hand slid up my chest, his fingers wrapping around my throat before continuing to cover my mouth. "Shh, boi," he hushed me, his gloved thumb pushing between my lips. Instinctively, I sucked it deeply as he held me pinned. His other hand kept a firm grip on my ass, grinding his bulge against my nakedness. "Such a hungry little boi," Adam murmured approvingly, watching my lips work around his thumb. The smooth leather of his jacket and pants created delicious friction against my bare skin with each small movement. His leather-covered thumb filled my mouth, the supple texture and musky scent making my head spin with lust. Adam slowly slid his thumb out from between my lips before leaning in to capture my mouth in another filthy kiss. The taste of leather mixed with the lingering scent of piss made my cock throb impatiently between us. I whimpered into the kiss, wanting more of this intoxicating new experience.

Adam was in charge but I so wanted to see and taste that cock that was bulging his leather jeans. I so wanted it in my ass. I had to learn to be patient

Adam chuckled darkly against my lips before pulling back slightly. "Patience, boi... all in good time," he rumbled, his leather-clad hand sliding down my body to grip my throbbing cock tightly. I gasped at the sudden pressure and friction of the supple glove against my sensitive skin. He began stroking me slowly, deliberately, his movements unhurried as he enjoyed my reactions. "First, I think you need to learn how to beg properly," Adam murmured, increasing his pace slightly. Pleasure jolted through me with each firm stroke, precum beading at the tip and slicking his glove. My hips twitched, craving more of his touch. "Please... Adam... I need it," I panted, my voice shaky with need. The musky scent of piss and arousal filled my nostrils, making my head spin. Adam's grip tightened, his thumb swirling over the sensitive head. "Not yet, boi. You'll get my cock when I decide you've earned it," he growled, his dark eyes flashing with hunger. He quickened his strokes, working my cock with rough, demanding movements that left me gasping and writhing in his grip.

Oh my God, another new pleasure. No one had wanked my cock with a soft leather glove before. It felt amazing

"Oh fuck..." I moaned as Adam jerked me off with that supple leather glove, the friction against my cock nearly overwhelming. He worked me with rough, practiced strokes that had my hips bucking shamelessly into his grip. "You like that, don't you boi?" Adam growled, his eyes locked hungrily on my cock. "You're gonna shoot a big load for me, aren't you?" "Yes... yes please..." I babbled mindlessly, lost in the intense sensations. The musky aroma of piss and arousal filled my head as I writhed in his grip. Adam's fist tightened to an almost painful degree, stroking me with deep, twisting pulls. "Come on then... give it to me," he demanded. "Show me how much you love having your cock worked by a real man." I threw my head back with a wanton moan as the orgasm overtook me, long ropes of cum shooting out to spatter Adam's leather pants and my own stomach. He milked me through the aftershocks with firm strokes, until my spent cock stopped twitching.

Adam's voice changed as he saw my hot semen hit his precious leather jeans! "You dirty bastard! Get those cleaned up now," he shouted. "I'm so sorry, Sir. Im sorry," I pleaded pathetically

Adam's voice changed as he saw my hot semen hit his precious leather jeans! "You dirty bastard! Get those cleaned up now," he shouted. "I'm so sorry, Sir. I'm sorry," I pleaded pathetically, scrambling to wipe the mess with my trembling hands. The sharp scent of cum mingled with the leather and piss aroma, making my head spin.

Adam's stern command cut through my panicked apology. He shoved my face towards the mess on his leather-clad thigh. "Clean it up properly. Now." My lips instinctively parted, and I began licking at the pearly strands clinging to the supple leather. The salty taste of my own release flooded my mouth. As my tongue worked, Adam pushed down on the back of my head, forcing me into the crotch of his pants. The scent of leather, piss, and my cum mingled in a heady aroma. "Lick it all up, you messy little pig," Adam growled, grinding his hips upward. I could feel his own hardness through the tight material as I eagerly obeyed.

Adam let out a low chuckle. "Is that right? You want this?" He thrust forward, making his bulge press insistently against my face through the tight leather. "Yes, please. Take me. Fuck my ass. NOW." My words were desperate, muffled by the unforgiving material. Groaning, Adam grabbed my hair and pulled me up. His eyes burned into mine as he roughly grasped the zipper that ran from crotch to ass on the leather pants. "You're gonna get it, you needy little bitch." I quivered, anticipation coursing through me as he slowly tugged the zipper down, revealing inch by inch of his straining cock. It stood rigid, leaking precum, as the pants fell away. Without hesitation, I leaned in and swallowed it whole.

Adam was impatient "Thats slick enough boi" "Bend over. Grab your ankles" "Are you ready for this?"

Adam tugged my hair, pulling his cock from my throat. "That's slick enough, boi. Bend over. Grab your ankles." His voice left no room for hesitation. I scrambled to comply, palms pressed against my ankles, back arched, offering myself to him. Cool air kissed my exposed hole. I heard the leather rustle as Adam positioned himself behind me. "Are you ready for this?" His hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack. I flinched, then nodded eagerly into the floor. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance. There was a moment's resistance before my rim gave way, stretching around his thick girth. Adam thrust forward with a grunt, sheathing himself to the hilt in one rough motion. I cried out as he bottomed out, the pain-pleasure of it all consuming. "Fuck, you're tight," Adam hissed, pulling back before slamming in again. He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, flesh smacking against flesh as he used me. I could feel his balls swinging forward to tap against my own with each deep stroke.

Adam leaned forward, grabbing my hips as his thrusts became more frenzied. "You want my load, you dirty slut? You want me to pump your little ass full?" His words came out in guttural gasps. I could only whimper in response, my hands trembling where they gripped my ankles. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, my moans, and Adam's grunts. He reached around to fist my cock, stroking in time with his brutal pace. "Come for me. Now," he commanded, voice dripping with dominance. On cue, I felt my balls tighten almost painfully, my release jetting out onto the floor in thick ropes. Adam's grip on my hips intensified as he swelled inside me. With a final, animalistic groan, he shoved deep and began to pulse, painting my insides warm and thick. I stayed bent over, feeling his weight press me down as he finished, both of us panting heavily. Adam finally pulled out, his softening cock leaving me feeling empty. I could feel his cum starting to slowly leak out of my stretched hole as I remained on display, waiting for his next move.

I heard Adam zip up his pants. He whispered Muchas Gracias, and as I stood there naked, hot cum leaking from my ass dribbling down my legs, waiting on his next move, I realised from the continuing silence he'd gone! I looked around for my clothes What had he done with them With horror, I realised they weren't there I was naked in an alleyway in Central London. How on earth would I get home... But that's a story for another day.

I heard Adam zip up his pants. He whispered "Muchas Gracias," and as I stood there naked, hot cum leaking from my ass and dribbling down my legs, waiting on his next move, I realized from the continuing silence he'd gone! I looked around for my clothes. What had he done with them? With horror, I realized they weren't there. I was naked in an alleyway in Central London. How on earth would I get home...