3
The rest of the week proved busy. He got two new ‘briefs’ and needed to do a lot of research to get to the heart of them and had another Case Conference on his current brief. Thursday was spent in court, and it was relief to find nothing urgent awaiting his attention when he arrived at Chambers on Friday.
As he packed away his briefs for the weekend, Max’s mobile rang. Fumbling it out of his inner pocket, he answered.
“Hi Max, Leo. I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow? Thought we could meet up somewhere perhaps?”
“I’ve a bit of work …” Max began, then mentally kicked himself. The hell with spending his Saturday wading through the new briefs. “Yes. Yes, we certainly can. I’ll be free at about eleven if that suits you. Where do you suggest?”
“In Mile End Road. There’s a place called the Dirty Liquor Hotel … we could meet outside and take a walk in Mile End Park … along the Regent’s Canal perhaps?”
“I’ll be there. Perhaps a little after eleven. I’ll get a cab.”
“See you there, then.” Max could hear the happiness in Leo’s voice. “Oh, and bring your camera. There’s always something worth trying to capture on the park or the canal.”
The cabby knew the hotel and dropped him right at the door five minutes early. Leo peeled himself away from the wall he’d been leaning against and strolled to meet him as Max exited the taxi.
“Right on time,” Leo greeted Max. “Had a good week?”
“The best part was lunch with a friend on Tuesday,” retorted Max, slinging the backpack he’d put his camera and a jacket into over his shoulder. “And it improved late yesterday when I got an invite to meet him again today.”
“Anyone I know?” Leo laughed. “Must we wait for him?”
“No.” Max joined the laugh. “He’s already here. Which way do you want to go?”
Still laughing, they set off walking up the side of the hotel and then onto the tow path along the canal.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been here,” Max remarked as they walked. “Do you live nearby?”
“Yes, close to the Tube station in fact. I have a studio in a flat above a corner shop.” He grinned. “Pretty basic really — I’ve rigged up the spare room as a small photographic studio mainly for simple portraiture. It works. Anything more complex or needing a bigger space I have to get a bit more creative.”
“I recognised the Arts Centre as the cab pulled up. Did you study round here?”
“Right across the canal from here. My family have deep roots here, my great-grandfather was an alderman and built a grocery chain around the Hamlets and all round here.” Leo indicated the buildings on the far side of the canal. “Stayed in the student blocks over there in my first year, and attended classes all over the campus. Painted scenery for the theatre school productions — they even paid me for it. And pulled pints in a couple of the pubs round here to cover my tuition and living expenses. My parents said it would build ‘character’ and the flat wasn’t available.”
Stopping to watch a pair of swans glide along the canal, Max extracted his camera.
“I’m determined to get the hang of this thing and take some decent shots with it.” Peering through the viewfinder, he groaned. “No good, the angles all wrong.”
“May I?” Leo took the camera. “Hmm, I see the problem, you need a different lens. This one is fine for landscape and distance, but for something like those swans, you need one like this.” He produced a solid lens assembly from his bag. “With this you can get the subject ‘close’ and in fine detail. Try it, you’ve the same model camera as mine, this will fit.” He swapped the lens and handed the camera back. “Take a look, and then we can look at angles.”
Taking the camera, Max tried it, adjusting the focus as he looked at the pair of swans.
“I see what you mean. What a difference!” He triggered several shots. “I really need to get lower though to get them at the best angle.”
Under Leo’s prompting, Max found himself prone on the gravel of the tow path, glad he’d decided to wear a pair of jeans, and trying to frame the swans against a good background. It was the start of a very enjoyable, and instructive walk. By the time they reached the artificial island in the ornamental lake, the images of the swans had been joined by images of the canal boats, other waterfowl and some of the plants and trees.
“If you let me have the ones you really like after you download them,” Leo told him, “I’ll put them through my program and see what I can do to tidy them up a bit — you know, remove some of the distracting stuff and so on.”
“Sounds good to me,” Max agreed. “I must say, you’ve taught me more this morning than I have learned from all the books and camera magazines I’ve subscribed to.”
“Then that’s a bonus.” Leo laughed. “How about some lunch? I’m famished, and I know just the place. Follow me!”
The pub was busy, the menu fairly simple, but good. Max found himself thoroughly enjoying both the food and the company in the cramped booth they’d crammed themselves into — especially liking the physical contact the confines forced on them. The contact of his legs against Leo’s felt good, and perfectly natural.
“Fancy a bit more walking?” Leo asked as they stood. “The park extends in both directions from here, and the weather’s pretty good. If you like we can finish up at my flat for some tea or something later — unless you have to rush off.”
Max heard the question in the final part of this, and thought of the waiting ‘briefs’.
“Yes, let’s walk a bit more — and I’d love to see your flat.” He laughed. “I’ve some cases waiting for me — but I feel like playing truant for once.”
The flat had once been the ‘home’ of the grocer who’d originally owned and run the shop beneath it — Leo’s grandfather. That was now operated by a family from the far east, and Leo occupied the flat.
“My grandfather owned the grocer’s shop and this was his and my grandmother’s home until they died. I rent the flat from the Family Trust that now owns the building — we’re an extensive family and the trust owns a number of properties … It suits me to live here.”
Access was up a narrow staircase from the street, the whole arrangement something Max knew existed, but had never before encountered.
“Welcome to Turner Lodge, most honoured sir,” Leo declared sweeping a deep bow as Max stepped into the comfortable living room with windows in two walls. “May I tempt you to some refreshment?”
The room was filled with art in various stages of completion. Amidst the creative chaos, stood a rack with leather pieces – jackets, harnesses, gloves, hoods — each one meticulously crafted and cared for.
“Sorry, I’m a bit untidy. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind my, um, toys.”
“Mind? Um, no, no, I don’t mind … Um, what got you interested in leather?” Max asked, hoping the strain in the crotch of his jeans wasn’t obvious.
“Mainly the scent of it, I guess. My father owned a chain of upmarket shoe shops. He employed a couple of real shoemakers who did handmade shoes for those who prefer their suits and shoes that way. The boots always attracted me, and the smell of well kept leather … But the texture as well. I mean against the skin, but the outside is just so beautifully finished …” Leo spoke about it as if about a lover, and Max found it both arousing and fascinating. “It’s a fantastic material to work with and to wear. It’s both a shield and a second skin — and the scent as it warms when you wear it …” He grinned. “Take a look while I make some coffee …”
Nervous, but intrigued, and very conscious of the fact his father had probably been a customer of the elder Turner and that his own suits all came from Saville Row, Max examined the items hanging on the rack and a few of the loose items on the shelves next to it. The scent of the leather, this close, overrode the smell of the paint on the partially finished oil on canvas on the large easel next to the rack. To his embarrassment, Max could feel his arousal gaining strength. He’d not felt this ‘turned on’ for years, his now hardening cock clearly straining to escape the confines of his briefs becoming so uncomfortable, he had to furtively adjust himself, aware that it made his erection obvious.
He started as Leo returned with mugs of coffee, milk, sugar and a plate of biscuits on a tray.
“Now you’ve seen what I enjoy …” Leo said, placing the tray on a small table. “If you’d like to try something …” He smiled, then selected a jacket from the rack. “Try this. You’ll need to take your shirt off, but it should fit you.”
“Erm …” Max hesitated, all too aware he was leaking precum. “I think … um … I’d like … but … um … I might, um, lose control …”
“Then let me help you,” Leo said gently, dropping to his knees, his hands unbuckling Max’’s belt and opening his flies, then gently releasing the trapped erection.
Before Max could react, Leo had his companion’s circumcised glans in his mouth, his hands cupping Max’s tight buttocks and pulling him deeper. Max shuddered and gasped as he erupted, and Leo sucked the cum down, his tongue stimulating the hypersensitive organ even as Max steadied himself by gripping Leo’s head. They remained like this, Leo sucking gently on the softening organ as it still twitched, each time releasing a little more of Max’s delicious cum.
“Oh god,” moaned Max. “I’m sorry, Leo … I couldn’t …”
“Don’t be, Max.” Leo’s mouth engulfed Max in the most passionate kiss Max could ever have fantasised. His last resistance crumbled and he surrendered, accepting Leo’s probing tongue, tasting his own cum on it as they embraced, Max’s jeans and his briefs round his ankles.
“That was … fantastic,” Max sighed as they broke the kiss. “But now I’ve spoiled it …”
“Spoiled what?” Leo’s hand gripped Max’s now soft penis. “Strip completely and I’ll show you just how sexy being fully in leather really is, my love.” Kissing Max again, he smiled. “Gods, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” His hands busy unbuttoning Max’s shirt. Removing it he kissed Max’s nipples. “Get those jeans off — I’m going to dress you in something that’ll convince you once and for all that you’re made for this …”
Stepping back, he hurried to the bedroom, leaving Max, feeling slightly stunned, but excited, and aware he wanted more, to remove his trainers, socks, free his legs from his jeans and kick off the briefs. He turned to face the door as Leo returned, his arms full of light tan leather, darker contrast bands visible in places and zips and steel buckles.
“Oh my god …” Leo sighed, his eyes drinking in the sight of Max naked. “One day, my love, you’re going to pose for me exactly like that.” Dumping the leather on a chair, he withdrew a pair of trousers. “Pull these on. The crotch is completely open, but it has a pouch and butt strap that we put on later.”
Nervously Max pulled the trousers on. The waist reached to just beneath his ribs, Once fastened, it flattened his stomach and moulded the leather over his hips. The entire crotch remained open, his now semi-aroused cock and balls exposed, and, he realised, his anus also open. Leo busied himself drawing zips down Max’s legs, and then drawing and tightening the long laces that covered the zips.
“Now the jacket,” holding it open, Leo let Max slip his arms into the sleeves. “The sleeve ends in a sort of fingerless glove … that’s it.” Closing the front zip all the way up to the neck, he asked, “How does it feel?”
“Fantastic,” Max replied, moving his arms carefully. “Sensuous …” He grinned as Leo folded a cover over the zip, then fastened some straps and buckles over that. “Very restrictive too …”
“Not finished yet,” Leo laughed, closing the zips down the inside of the forearms, and securing the cuff over the slider. “How’s that feel?”
“Very snug.” Max tried to see himself as Leo fastened some straps from the jacket skirt to buckles on the trousers. “But … it’s amazing. It feels absolutely fabulous …” The leather felt sensuous against his skin and the weight surprised him. Best of all was the rich, warm, scent it gave off as it warmed in contact with his skin.
“I’ll fit the codpiece and butt strap,” Leo commented holding what looked like a thong without its waistband. Deftly he attached the rear strap, then passed the rest between Max’s legs, moved to his front, and, with a grin, kissed the semi-tumescent organ, drew the codpiece into place enclosing the Max’s genitals, and fastened the small straps. Standing, he smiled. “Now we better have the coffee before it’s cold.” Stepping back he laughed. “Damn, that looks like it was made for you!”
“It feels like it,” Max replied, testing his movement and wishing he could see himself.
“Oh god, you look absolutely stunning in it.” Leo stood back and studied him critically. Taking Max’s hand, he smiled. “There’s a full length mirror in my bedroom. You have to see yourself …”
“It’s … fantastic.” Studying himself in the mirror, Max felt his penis straining in the codpiece. “It feels … beautiful. I’ve dreamed …” Turning to Leo he asked, “May I stay like this a little longer?”
“Of course, Max.” Taking his hands, Leo kissed him. “Come on, let’s have the coffee and then see what you want to do next …”
“I love the feel of it,” Max commented as they entered the living room again. He took a seat where Leo suggested. “Very restrictive though. Is this what they call a bondage suit?”
“Yes, it is.” Leo grinned. “I do a bit of photography for a shop that supplies leather and rubber gear. That’s where a lot of this stuff came from. The owner is the son of one of the shoemakers my father used to employ. He learned his trade well and now makes these special leather items and outfits to order. He’s a real artist in his designs and his work. I do his catalogue photos for him in return for … a few special items.” Taking a drink of his coffee, he asked, “I’ve been wanting to find the right person to wear that suit — and if you’re enjoying wearing it as much as I’m enjoying seeing you in it …”
“This seems to be an afternoon of firsts for me …” Putting down his empty coffee mug, Max grinned. “You’re the first man I’ve enjoyed having … and this is my first time in anything like this …” Reaching across to touch Leo’s knee, he said, “It’s not how I imagined it — and I couldn’t stop my … but it felt so good. It was far, far better than I thought it could be …”
“Would you like to let me do it again?” Leo asked softly. “I can tell you it gets better on a second helping especially if we take our time …”
“Then show me … teach me how to make love like this, Leo. Teach me how to be your lover …” Max stopped speaking as Leo embraced him, his mouth covered by Leo’s as he surrendered to his friend’s kiss.
Holding Max’s leather clad figure tight to his own, Leo smiled, looking into his friends pleading eyes. “Then we’d better put the rest of that suit onto you, you beautiful man.” Kissing his partners nose, he whispered, “It will be my pleasure to teach you, my love. We’ll learn together …”
“Then you’d better finish me in this amazing suit, my love.” Max returned the kiss. “But I’d like you to wear something leather …”
“I will, my love.” Making Max sit again, Leo fetched a pair of soft leather bootees, mitts and a hood. Fitting the bootees, he fastened them and grinned. “Anyone ever told you that you have dancer’s feet and an artists hands?” Slipping the closed mitts onto Max’s hands, he secured the cuffs. “So I can’t allow you to damage them, can I?”
“I’m supposed to be able to make love to you with my hands inside these leather bags?” He laughed. “If anyone had suggested this a few weeks ago …” He stopped as Leo held a hood open. “And a hood?”
“Yup. This is a full bondage suit, my love. This covers your head and face, and can have a gag attached and a blindfold, but I think we’ll leave them off today.” Leo eased the hood onto his friend’s face, carefully smoothing the leather over his head, and making sure the rear zip would close without snagging Max’s dark brown hair. Working quickly, he did the lacing over the zip, secured it, then fastened the neck of the hood to the collar of the suit with the large studs fitted to both. “How does that feel?”
“Tight …” Max smiled. “But amazing …” Hesitating, he asked, “Will you do something for me, please?”
“Anything, my love.” Leo stepped closer, taking one of the mitt enclosed hands. “What do you need?”
“Take my camera out please, Leo, and take a photo of me …” Max sighed. “Then when I download the other photos I’ve taken today, I’ll know this wasn’t a dream …”
“With pleasure, my love.” Leo understood the reason Max wanted his camera used. “Will you share the photo with me when you do?”
After the briefest hesitation, Max nodded. “If you want me too …”
Retrieving the camera, Leo led him to the room he used as a studio, posed him against a white screen and set up the lights.
“I’ll take several, love. Then, when you download, you can keep the one you like best and delete the rest.” Leo moved into position and adjusted the camera. “Ready? Here goes.” He moved about changing positions and angles as Max adjusted his stance according to Leo’s instructions, the slaved flashlights highlighting the polished leather of the suit. When he was satisfied, Leo straightened. “My turn to ask a favour, love?”
“I can’t refuse, Leo.” Max smiled. “Especially if it’s what I think …”
“Then let me put on something suitable, and I’ll put your camera on the tripod … I want a photo of myself with you. Call it a reminder of something absolutely beautiful and magical … The moment I’ve finally met and got to hold the man of my dreams …”
In a single movement, Max hugged his friend. “Make it something sexy, Leo. Take the pictures of us — and then teach me how to make love with you like this. Show me what I’ve been looking for all my life!”
“Then wait here.” Leo returned the hug and kissed him. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”
Ten minutes later, Leo returned, wearing thigh length Doc Martins, leather Bermuda style shorts sporting a large codpiece, a chest harness and a hood that left the lower half of his face open.
“Stand where you were, my love. I’ll set the camera up and join you!”
Max, laughing, obeyed, and then allowed Leo to pose him in a number of very sensual poses as the camera responded to the remote Leo held. Finally, and without saying anything, Leo led him to the adjoining bedroom and they entwined on the large bed, their mouths locking in a prolonged and passionate kiss even as their cod pieces pressed into one another.
Leo dominated and, instinctively Max responded. When Leo removed his codpiece, he protested weakly.
“Leo, please, let me see what it’s like to have you in my mouth first? Teach me to please you …”
“If you’re sure …”
“I am … I’ve dreamed of it ever since I tasted my own …” Max whispered. “Now I want to taste your cum …”
Leo moved carefully, positioning himself to give Max access, then gently coached him in how to really enjoy giving a partner ‘head’. Max was a fast learner and an apt pupil. A creative one, who now threw himself wholeheartedly into enjoying giving Leo the best fellatio he could remember.
“Max,” he panted as he felt his cum building, “I’m about to …” He moaned. “I can’t hold it …”
Max’s response was to bring his mitt covered hands onto his partner’s shaft and to increase the motion of his tongue. Leo’s involuntary thrust as his cum erupted ensured Max got the full load. It tasted good. Rich, creamy and warm as he rolled it round his mouth, his tongue still stimulating Leo, whose hand now gripped his leather covered head, holding him firmly in place.
“Oh god, Max,” he moaned. “That was … unreal.” Shivering with a now ‘dry’ orgasm, he eased Max off his now softening penis, changed position swiftly and locked his mouth to his lover in a passionate embrace.
“Was that good ..?” Max managed as Leo broke the kiss. His answer came in an embrace and an even more intense kiss.
“No, my love, it wasn’t good.” Leo had his arms and one leg holding his leather clad lover tight to his body. “It was … out of this world.”
Max sighed, relaxing in the embrace. “Thank you, Leo. Thank you for showing me how wonderful it is to make love to a beautiful man, for letting me discover how wonderful it is to be dressed in a suit like this …” Leo’s kiss cut him off.
“My turn now, my beautiful leatherman …” Rolling Max onto his back, Leo released the codpiece and gripped his companion’s now rigid cock. He grinned, “Now it’s my turn to really get to know this beautiful part of my magnificent leather lover …”
Max gasped as Leo took his member into his mouth and began to enjoy it, kissing, licking, nibbling … he brought Max to the edge of ejaculation, then ‘cooled’ him off, only to bring him back to the edge. He repeated this several times until with a whimper, Max emptied his balls in a great shuddering cumshot. He felt drained, light headed, as Leo embraced him again, their mouths meeting in a prolonged and loving kiss as Max managed to wrap his leather encased arms round his lover and hug him close.
It was already dark when they separated, and Leo freed Max’s hands, then removed the hood. The removal of the suit was prolonged by their need to pause frequently to kiss and explore each other gently. Max had never felt so alive and he didn’t want this experience to end …
“It doesn’t need to, my love,” Leo said as they stood holding each other tenderly and both naked. “You could stay the night with me.”
“Won’t people talk? And I haven’t brought …”
“So what? Besides, who is going to know? You live alone, I have no neighbours, and you don’t need anything to share my bed …” Kissing him, Leo added, “And we can call a cab in the morning to get you safely home.”
Max hesitated, then he hugged his friend, lover and mentor. “Thanks, I accept.”
“Good, now then, I’m hungry, and you must be too. Come to the kitchen with me and let’s get something to eat. Fancy some wine? You can choose, I’ve some good stuff in the meat safe cupboard … pick one you like. Omelette to eat suit you?”
Leo was already busy when Max found the wine rack and selected a good bottle of Bordeaux. Fifteen minutes later they sat side by side to eat from trays in the living room. When they’d eaten, Leo cleared away the trays and returned to settle himself into a position in which he could hold Max against him. The world outside their embrace faded to the background as they lay in each other’s arms and shared their fantasies. When the wine bottle was empty, Leo led his lover to the bedroom and they made gentle love to one another, until, finally exhausted, they fell into a deep and untroubled sleep.
