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Secret Bunker Surprise in the Woods.
• A Summer Holiday Adventure.
Every holiday, I eagerly count down the days until I can escape to my grandparents’ horse farm on this beautiful North Sea barrier island. The Landman family roots run deep here. Now, at nearly 19 and fresh out of high school, this longer summer break is going to be fantastic. Spending time here is always a welcome break from city life. We roamed this island as kids, and I want to see if my childhood memories still exist. I want to explore the nude beaches and join in the fun. Getting tanned, fit, and… umm… fucked! Or go drinking hard with my older cousins. The exams are behind me, and the start at university is still a distant thought. This summer holiday, I promise myself, is going to be different!
Now, at 18, I was on a journey of self-discovery, especially when it came to finding out about sex. Sure, over the past 4 or 5 years, I had shared fleeting kisses with a few girls, even entering into short-lived sexual relationships with some. The sneaky intercourse with them was great, yet not all that exciting. I was looking – or better yet, hoping – for something else. Something more deviant. Or should I say something obscene? But I could not pinpoint what that was supposed to be at that age. So I kept looking.
Before that experimental phase growing up, I explored my sexuality with mates back home or my cousins here on the island. Fooling around, comparing dick sizes, and talking techniques. Even indulging in carefree laughter and playful antics. Jerking each other off or getting a rough and ready blowjob. It had to be done in secret, of course. No one should ever know about that.
Even then, the weight of peer pressure loomed large, subtly nudging me toward the safer choice of pursuing women. Getting lucky with a slut behind the disco. Or nailing a beauty in her parent’s bike shed. Yet, in the quiet corners of my heart, I knew I yearned for rough sex with guys. Well, let’s say growing up, I wasn’t as averse to the idea as some of my schoolmates. This realization always lingered, but I never dared to let it surface. Now that I am a certified adult, I will make it happen for real. One way or another. I am done hiding my true feelings.
This change of heart was spurred on by something that happened to me earlier this year. Just after my 18th birthday, I got properly butt-fucked. It happened at the local indoor swimming pool. The duty lifeguard walked in on me as I undressed to take a shower on the way home. The rude mature guy made me suck him off and bent me over the changing room bench. Opening my ass and showing me the path ahead in the process. It happened so suddenly and was so rough that it took me a while to see this was what had been missing with the sex with females. I loved the brutality of it all. And I wondered if I could ever be as rough and nasty as this mature, buff alpha man.
• A Captivating, Life-changing Outdoor Adventure.
I was with one of my uncles this morning, harnessing the horses to the wagon. Little did I know that all my dreams would come true that day. I had brought the horses from my grandparents’ pasture, and uncle Hessel had prepared the covered wagon to drive a group of tourists to the island’s Eastern end and back. Hessel Landman had asked me if I wanted to come along for the ride. But I had borrowed one of my cousins’ mountain bikes. Wanting to explore the island on my own.
I wanted to revisit the abandoned German World War Two bunker complex. It had been a few years since I had seen that captivating place. My cousins and I used to play our own war games there. Well, no… Ha… We jerked each other’s dicks off and wrote dirty texts on the walls of the bunkers. Making up stories about sexually tinted war crimes. And… umm… reenacted them.
My cousins and I had played soldiers there many times in our youth. Over the years, the stories that the guys told me about the bunkers got dirtier and kinkier every retelling. Ultimately, it got so nasty that I did not dare go there anymore. Certainly not on my own. A few years ago, my older cousins had told me they got used there as sex slaves. Telling me they got tied up and ass fucked by a group of dirty gay men for over a week. I had brushed it aside. Thinking they were just bragging about it. But something about those exuberant fantastical tails had stirred something in me.
Over the past few years, my cousins have become increasingly interested in women. And the closest I came to having sex with the guys was when we screwed their girlfriends together. Indulging in some rude group sex. So, our summer escapades came to an abrupt end. The very mention of man-to-man sex was quickly dismissed by them as being dirty and absurd. But licking balls or fingering each other’s assholes while we gangbanged some touristy girls wasn’t gay at all, according to them. Yeah, they had some weird double standard when it came to sex. To each their own, I thought to myself.
The early summer weather was already balmy, practically begging for an adventure. I’d assembled the perfect outfit. I wore my thin army-green work pants under a ribbed black tank top. The black zip-up combat boots were easy to get in and out of. Yet tough enough for a rump through the woods. Or do some scouting in the bunkers. Comfortable, rugged, and, if I do say so myself, dangerously stylish. I mean, the look was that good. With my sunglasses on, I set out to explore on my own. The freedom was exhilarating.
The woods had overgrown the bunker complex between the last World War and now. The half a dozen linked rough concrete structures lay forgotten on the edge of the woods. Half-buried in the sand dunes. The public cycle paths didn’t even go there. So only the locals knew about that place. The crumbling air defense bunkers were ideal for growing boys to probe and explore. Allowing them to do sneaky stuff they could not do when responsible adults were around. Hence, it became the place where my cousins and I spent some time growing up. Setting fires, spraying pornographic graffiti on the walls, smoking, or fooling around.
On a bicycle path deep in the forest, I saw a group of vicious skinheads walking away from me. Shit, they looked rough and acted aggressively. They were headed back to one of the 5 main towns on the island. Looking quite pleased with their accomplishments. And knowing that scene a bit, this meant nothing good. They wore an odd variety of camo pants, bleachers, and the obligatory green bomber jackets. But to my amazement, a few men wore a surprising amount of leather gear. Making the group look even more dangerous.
A couple even carried baseball bats or metal chains with them. As if they just fought their own war. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. But it was something about preparing the boys for it. Whatever ‘–it–’ would be. Judging by the shouts and jeers, these assholes were mainland tourists too. And they just had the adventure of a lifetime.
Not giving them much notice, I looked up the forest path where they had come from. It curved through the trees, its end shrouded in the mystery of a dense thicket. My curiosity sparked as I knew where it would lead – a clearing around the secret bunker complex. The allure of the unknown tugged at me, inviting me to explore further. Heck, the way the brutal skinheads acted got me hard with excitement and sexual tension. Not in the lease because of the leather clothes some of them wore. What had they done up there that got them riled up like this?
At the entrance to the bunker complex, I saw signs of a struggle. Ripped clothes, broken branches, and lost trainers. Seeing this only made my anticipation grow. I parked the bicycle behind some dense bushes and went to investigate. Sneaking ever closer to the bunker complex. Ignoring the posted signs that warned people to stay away. Listening hard and keeping my eyes peeled for trouble.
• Found Outside.
I heard, before I saw him. Someone had captured and tied a guy to a thick and wind-blown pine tree. A German tourist by the sound of him. And apparently, he wasn’t alone either. He was talking to a Dutch guy. Whimpering and complaining. Although the Dutchman told him to shut up. Telling the German he came here willingly looking for bondage sex. And they got what they had been looking for. I was hiding behind some shrubs, listening for a while. I could not see much from this position. But I saw the drag marks on the forest floor and hands tied behind the tree with thick zip ties.
A rough rope bound the man’s upper torso to the trunk, and his legs spread and bound to spikes hammered into the ground. He was captured there, alright. Naked from the waist down. He was made to wear his stained underwear over his head. Poorly gagged with duct tape. And one of his tennis shoes was dangling by the laces tied painfully around his scrotum. Struggling for all he was worth. But the more he jiggled, the rougher the shoe bounced. Keeping the German man in a constant state of arousal.
Mumbling pitifully in German that he did not like this anymore. He told the other guy that he was tricked to come here. From that, I concluded that he must have been a tourist in the wrong place at the wrong time. Looking for holiday sex in all the inappropriate spots. Shouting in German that the skinheads had left him there ‘Für all die verdammten Ledermeister.’ Who those damned leather men were, I did not know either. But it made me walk up to him. I love leather. And sex in leather? Well, a boy can dream, can’t he?
A heavy shuddering and a muffled scream arose from the guy when I touched him. I stroked my hand from a clamped nipple over his chubby belly to the purple, bound-cock. Pulling on the chain of the nipple clamps and making the sneaker swing by tapping it. That caused the guy tremendous pain. But what could he do to me? His bound ass rubbed against the rough bark of the tree.
I released the shoelace, and underneath it, I saw a leather cock strap with push buttons. I had only seen guys wear that in porn magazines. But it looked fascinating. On my knees in front of the guy, I took his half-limp cock carefully into my mouth. Sucking just the tip of it. And letting my tongue play around its base. That did wonders for the bound victim. His cock got even harder in my mouth. Causing the German victim to moan uncontrollably. I watched the average-sized dick prance for a while. The folds of his sack pinched dubble under the cock strap.
Still sincerely intrigued by the look of the kinky leather strap, I removed it from his cock and balls. Wondering excitedly what it would look like on me. Making the German victim instantly cum. “Oh, Scheiße… Stop...” he yelled through his gag in German. Oh, shit was right, he came all over me. I tried the studded cock strap on myself. Not as tightly as it had bound the German man. But the feeling was very nice. And the look was really kinky. By now, I had gotten extraordinarily horny myself. With my ringed cock hanging out of my army pants, I walked toward the bunker. Wanting to find out what this was all about.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other guy lying naked and motionless over a rough-cut log. A little way from the German guy. Nearer to the bunker entrance. His head was buried in a hole in the ground. It was held in place by thick ropes hooked on tent pegs hammered deep into the forest floor. Not that this guy could go anywhere soon. His body was staked to the floor from all four extremities. His hole propped up in the air. The smooth ass was dripping with cum. It had been used hard by the skinheads. That much was evident.
His asshole was gaping open wide. The rim of his pucker looked swollen and distended. And the man’s back was bright red from the caning he had gotten. Heck, the riding crop and leather spanking strap still lay next to the man. Ready for the next person to use – or, dare I say, abuse them. I wasn’t into that brutal shit. Well, maybe I was? This was all so new to me. It actually looked painful to see him lying there like that, with nowhere to go. And I hoped – for his sake – the leather masters the German spoke about would show some compassion.
• Getting Dressed to Impress.
This sub was only dressed in a pair of too-big cowboy boots and heavy leather chaps. One had already slipped off his tiny feet. I had never seen a pair of boots as impressive as these pointy Sendra’s. Of course, I had some riding boots of my own, but these metal-tipped black party boots were something else. I got excited just by looking at them. Already imagining how they would look on me. You could do some severe damage if you kicked someone between the legs with them.
And as for the chaps? They weren’t even zipped fully closed around his hairy legs. The stakes that held him bound to the forest floor got in the way. Whoever put them on the captured Dutch guy did not know how to wear chaps properly. The snap buttons were closed over his buttocks!
Eagerly, I unzipped my combat boots and slipped on those deadly cowboy boots for a quick look. They were my size and looked terrific. They certainly boosted my self-esteem. Although not in the nicest of ways. Suddenly, feeling brutally aggressive. Having trouble to control the vicious urge to kick this bound sub to shit.
I couldn’t resist trying on the chaps, too. I ripped them from under the bound man. These rugged black leather biker chaps were something to behold as well. I had my own riding gear, sure, but this was a whole new level of cool.
Once I pulled these fucking dangerous boots on over my pants, the thrill of the transformation set in. My dick grew so hard it started to drip in excitement. I could not help it. As I zipped up the chapped legs over those extremely pointy cowboy boots, I felt their exhilarating embrace around my legs. Abruptly realizing that this was the forbidden euphoria I missed with the girls I screwed around with. The man on the ground below me became nothing but a hole waiting to be used and abused.
Those leather chaps hugged me snugly, emphasizing the thrill of the moment. I hooked the leather riding crop to the D-ring on the enticing chaps, feeling powerful and adventurous like never before. I grabbed my dick and started to tug lewdly. Looking at the naked man’s ass tied over a tree trunk and pinned to the ground. That submissive hole looked so damn enticing. Ready to be used.
Dang… if I wasn’t looking cool before, then I certainly did now. The all-black look suited me. And the leather even more so. This was a look that I could go for. I felt a dangerous bout of daring come over me. As I pulled the black tank top over my head, wearing it like a shoulder harness, I fished a ribbed condom out of my back pocket. Taking no unnecessary risks, snapping the rubber over my prancing dick. Lubricating it with a quick and dirty dollop of spit. After all, I didn’t know who used this hole before me. I put a boot on either side of the asshole and squatted down. Hearing the leather creak as I positioned my dick against his asshole turned me on.
It was clearly apparent that he had been used and abused before. But the sub did not seem to mind me fucking him some more. On the contrary, he craved my dick. And wanted to be broken. I drove my cock mercilessly rough into the cum filled wet hole. I fucked him like a madman without any remorse. Tapping the bound slave’s backside with the leather strap. I could have done that much harder, but I wasn’t sure what he wanted.
However, a tide of immense power surged through my veins with every hit of the slapping leather against his aching buttocks. Enveloping me in an overwhelming sensation of dominance and control. It was electrifying, a thrilling revelation that sent shivers down my spine into the tip of my cock. This newfound toughness coursed within me like wildfire. Feeling its potential unfurling, inviting me to embrace it fully and make it my own.
In my mind’s eye, I could already see myself as an alpha being. Putting me in place of the dominant men I saw in porn flicks. Using men like worthless sex toys. The adrenaline surged in waves through my body as I plowed the submissive man. Hearing the leather creaking and the victim beneath me moaning lustfully with every heavy thrust inside his love canal. The Dutchman sounded disappointed when – after a while – I finally pulled out. Giving the bound man a tap on the butt, like you would do to pet a horse after a nice ride. And a nice ride, he certainly was. However, I wasn’t done yet.
His slutty hole felt better than any pussy I had fucked before. It had lost its will to close. That had been screwed out of him by the brutal skinheads before me. As I thought about them, an unsettling feeling began to creep in, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It somehow frightened me. What was I doing? This felt both right and wrong at the same time. Still, I found myself nervously glancing around to see if anyone was approaching.
My mind focused on the bunker complex. Wanting to see what lay inside its depths. I pulled out the hottest hole I had nailed in ages. Leaving the victim tied up to explore further. Taking my combat boots with me. As I looked down – past my glistening cock – I saw the pointy black cowboy boots with metal tips. And the rugged leather pants over them that hugged my muscular legs so tightly. I walked taller and felt braver than ever before. And realized that I loved the feeling this butch leather look gave me.
The main bunker had a door now. It was far too new for the aged concrete structure that I remembered. As kids, we would dart in and out without a care, but now a sense of intrigue washed over me. Someone had clearly been renovating the space for their own secretive purposes. The odd thing was that the new door had a lockbolt on the inside. Was this not to keep people in but to keep them out? A strange choice when one was already tucked away in the shadows.
I sneaked inside and closed the creaking metal door behind me so I could explore without further interruption. I put my combat boots on the guard chair beside the door and snuck carefully into the interior. The sand and dust muffled my footsteps. Yet, I felt like an intruder. An adventurer stepping into someone else’s secret sanctuary.
And to my surprise, lights burned dimly inside. This complex did not have power before. What was going on here? I saw rusty metal lockers in the first chamber that let off the hallway. They had been moved here by whoever was using this place now. Standing against a wall in the space where my cousins and I did our unspeakable things. It was used as a changing room, complete with a mirror, chairs, running water, and even a camping gas heater. The dirty graffiti texts my cousins and I spray painted on the walls were still visible. But they were augmented with lewd porn images of guys fucking. This bunker complex had found a different use, alright. It was scary, yet exciting. My heart was racing, at any rate. An adventure waiting to be explored.
In the second bunker, I found heavy metal shackles with chains hanging off the walls. Around the room stood a few torture devices, large metal cages, and wooden stocks. Chained hoists and spreaders hung off the vaulted ceiling. I had never given bondage or sadomaso porn much thought, but my dickhead wanted it. So severely it stained the front of my thin army green pants under the chaps. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, after all. From that main hall led some corridors to other rooms. I passed a few chambers that had jail cell doors installed on them. A dirty mattress and a metal bucket were all the decorations these cells had.
• The Bound Leather man.
I snuck deeper into the complex. And the further I went, the cleaner the floors became. The sand and dust that had worked itself inside over the years had been removed from this part of the complex. And the lower part of some of the walls had even been painted. As kids, we could not go down this deep. Back then, several doors had been bricked up. What was going on? Was it safe to continue?
I heard some chains rattling in one of the last underground rooms. Wild with lust, I stood in the doorway. The floor was tiled with rubber. The walls were painted green and hung with bondage equipment and sex toys. It was a fucking leather dungeon! Who the hell would build something like that in a WW2 bunker complex like this one? My hand wandered into my pants and closed around my shaft again. Quietly watching a guy who was tied up in a sling in the middle of the room. On his butt, someone had written the text, ‘Cum Slut.’
He had a full leather hood over his face, his eyes were blindfolded, and the zipper over his mouth was closed. Wearing a thick harness, a biker vest, and purple shoe-laced skinhead Ranger boots. Unlike the other two guys outside, this one spoke the same islander dialect as my cousins.
“Who’s there?” he called out. Hearing me breathe heavily. His ass was clamped on a massive black dildo. Helt in place with some leather bondage underwear and chaps like mine.
Yet, he seemed in no hurry to want to leave. Was he here of his own free will? I did not know, but I liked the look of this hunk of a man. If I was made to guess, he must be in his mid-twenties. Quite fit and muscular. The sight of him made me wonder if I knew the islander man. He looked familiar. I think he must have heard me enter because he lay in resigned anticipation on the leather sling. Not that he could go anywhere; his wrists were bound to the chains behind his head, and the boots hung captured in straps on the other side.
These cowboy boots I wore made it impossible to sneak up on him. So his cock reacted as soon as he heard me coming nearer. I walked around the playroom once. Taking in whatever it had to offer. My hand tenderly stroked his butt cheek as I walked past. And the other wiggled the big dildo in his cunt.
“Look what I found!…” I said excitedly out loud. The islander man moaned lustfully at my words and touch. So I asked him, “… Want to get fucked, soan?”
I asked him softly. Calling him soan, rather than son, made him shiver and realize he had the pleasure of a kindred islander spirit. He eagerly nodded his head yes.
I unfastened the belt buckles of his kinky leather underwear. And rotated the massive dildo in his ass. Making him groan and grunt dirty. He really liked it. Standing beside him, I pumped his ass with the dildo for a while. My cock was throbbing for some attention of its own, though. So I unzipped the mouth of the leather mask this captive victim was wearing. Shoving my 8-inch meet deep inside the yearning mouth. Making him choke and gag on it.
After he had sucked me off nicely and I had loosened up his ass with the dildo, I asked if he really wanted me to fuck him. He nearly screamed it out.
“Yes… Oh, God, yes!… Please breed me, Sir… You’re fucking huge… But I can take it… Fuck me, please!”
I laughed and jerked him off. He wasn’t small, either. A little shorter, but then also a little fatter. A beautifully shaped, veiny, curved cock with a well-trimmed patch of pubic hair. I softly kissed him. And he moaned as we did. He sounded a little surprised because he had not expected this tender treatment.
“Who are you? You’re not one of the nasty skinheads, are you?” he asked curiously.
I said nothing, but swiftly moved between his legs and kneeled down. These leather chaps creaked so nicely as I rimmed his butt hole for a while.
“Oh God… Yeahss… O, fuck that’s so nice… Oooh, hell ya… Deeper…” he sighed in pleasure. His hole tasted nice. I licked his balls and sucked on his stiff cock.
“Are you ready?” I asked, “… Can I really fuck you raw?”
He sighed, “Yes, please. Up till now, I have been only beaten and tortured… I really love you to take my hole. I am yours now, Sir!… Breed me, please… Fuck me as hard as you like.”
I spit on his star and shoved a thumb up it. He moaned wildly. Fingering him a while longer and jerking him off some more. I pressed my cockhead against his butt. With a sigh, he let me inside. With a slight plop, I felt his rectum readily accept my cockhead. He felt nice, slick, and warm. Slowly, I gyrated my hips. Pumping my cock ever deeper inside. Halfway up, I had to adjust his ass in the sling. With that, he could not resist me any longer.
With a mean and vicious thrust forward, I rammed my cock balls-deep inside him. Making my leather chaps bang against his butt. With a loud scream, he took it all. I had grabbed his cock and balls in one hand and used it as leverage. Like you would grab a saddle horn when the beast was bucking. And this beast was bucking his ass so fucking wildly over my cock. He wanted it rough; that much was clear.
I started pumping the man’s cunt viciously and savagely until he begged me to stop. I did it. Not because I cared so much for his well-being but rather because I was about to unload already. And I just wanted to keep fucking him a while longer.
Slowly pumping him and playing with his nipples, we got to talking. “Nice ass, man… How the fuck did you end up here?” I asked inquiringly.
“The skinheads from the mainland had rounded me up as per instructions of my masters. They wanted a sub to service them. But I did not expect there would be this little fucking involved. Just teasing, tormenting, and torturing. A lot of domination for very little return. God… Hmmm… I am glad you are here… You fuck so nice. I hate mainlanders,” he told me.
I meanly slammed my dick all the way in. Even harder and rougher than I had done before. And laughed hard.
“You said what?… Bitch?… Hahaha… That will teach you… You bloody islander trash… Take that…” I grunted meanly.
Removing the blindfold. When he saw me railing him hard, he was surprised that his Master was just 18 years old. He was at least 6 or 7 years older than me. He actually enjoyed the vicious torment of his asshole by this young fucker.
“Dang stud… Slowly… I want to enjoy you for a long time… Ouch… Oh God… You go so deep inside… Shit, man,… from the size of your monster, I would not have guessed you’re this young… Fuck you may ride me anytime!… Oh… Shit… this is nice!… Fuck me hard!” he screamed lustfully, asking, “Can you please release my hands?”
I looked suspiciously at him for a moment, but removed one wrist strap from the sling’s chains.
Breathing heavily, I dropped my body onto his. We kissed tenderly. And with some vicious stabs, I came deep inside him for the first time.
Screaming in his ear, “Arghh… Ooh… I am cumming… Take it… Oh fuck!… Yeah… Oh God!… Yes.”
As he wrapped an arm over my back, and I kept sliding my dick inside his amazing ass, he whispered, “Damn, dude… It’s been a while since I’ve been stuffed this nicely. – What’s your name?… Can I have more of this?”
I looked up in surprise, “… You want me to… Huh?… Oh… Yeahsss pleassse. Fuck this was so ruff! I’ve never done it like this before – I am Jan, by the way. Jan Landman.”
“Oh? Now I remember… We had your cousins in here a few years ago. Glad to see one of you is gay… You are gay, aren’t you, Jan? – I am Max.” he said.
“Not to be nosy, but one of the guys outside, those skinheads captured, said something about leather masters?”
“Oh, them?… That would be Master Tom and Dirk Cupido. I am Masters Tom’s… Umm… Pet…” said Max softly as his tongue penetrated my ear.
“Well, Dawg, ‘Pet Max’ may sniff my butt any time. Heck, I’ve only been fucked once,” I sighed, longing for a tough leather guy like Max to do me properly. I asked hopefully, “I hope your Master allows you to… If you want to, of course… I’d love to try it with a guy in leather this summer.”
Once I unhooked Max’s other leather wrist cuff, he embraced me warmly.
“I’d like that Landman… Heck, Masters Tom and Dirk Cupido would also love to teach you a thing or two. And don’t worry, those skinheads will only be here for another two weeks. But I would much rather have you. Especially dressed like this. You’re cute, Jan, and so fucking rough.”
Max sighed and clarified, “… Those ‘Cupids’ invite the Skinheads every summer for their sexual bondage pleasures at their campsite. But that became a bit too risky. That’s why they bought these bunkers from the municipality. And the brothers asked me to build a darkroom in them. Your cousins inaugurated the place. But you had more fun in an hour than those two did in a week,” Max explained hotly to me.
So the stories my cousins told me were true! Those horny devils. I wonder quietly if their girlfriends knew.
I asked Max if he wanted to stay here once I was done with his hole. He said he better stay but wanted me to remove the damned hood. I swiftly unfastened the dark leather mask, peeling it away from his handsome face with a gentle tug. As the fresh air brushed against Max’s skin, I ran my fingers through his long, tousled hair, feeling the sweaty strands slip through my hands. God, this leather fucker looked so likable! I locked my gaze deep into his expressive eyes, searching for the emotions that danced within them – unadulterated lust, defiance, and a flicker of something much more profound. Was this love I felt welling up for the man?
We kissed dearly. Well, it started out quite tender… but soon turned nice and rough. After tongue-kissing him deeply, I spit meanly in his mouth. Still savagely railing his ass. Making my balls slap hard against him. We sucked each other’s faces tasting each other’s saliva. Our breathing quickened once more. And our hearts raced. Thundering loudly in our leather-clad carcasses. I raised myself up and pounded him some more. Nice and hard. Just the way Max loved it. Jerking him off fast. Making him shoot his cum over his chest and leather vest after a few minutes.
I wiped the thickest of the globs up and sucked it off my fingers. Feeding it obscenely back to him. My balls drew up as he ate his own cum right out of my mouth. With some heavy grunts and dirty curses, I unloaded 8 more thick streams of cum deep in his ass. Lubing his gut. Max hugged me as I kept driving the cum in deeper.
With a sigh, I stood back up, and with a mean slap on his ass, I carefully pulled my cock out. Looking at the stream of cum he pressed out. I walked around the side of the leather sling. And gruffly twisted his head to the side. With a last barked command, I ordered him to deep-throat my cock clean. Max eagerly obliged. The 8 inches disappeared down the hatch. He ate, swallowed, and sucked like he had not been fed in days.
• The Beginning of the Rest of my Life.
Releasing my cock from his mouth, I kissed him one last time.
“I need to go back to Hessel Landman. He should be on the way back with the tourists by now. Sure you want to stay?…” I asked, looking at my watch. Checking the time.
“Actually… I think I had my fill…” Max said with a dirty wink playing with his cum filled asshole. “Man, you were amazing, Landman… I really hope we can do this again sometime,” he asked me. He seemed a little sad that it was over. Saying, “… I work as a beach guard at the nude beach. You know, the one near marker 12. I am there most weekends,” he said with a longing sigh. I nodded. Thinking it would be fun to join him there.
I released the straps from his 20-hole Ranger boots tied to the sling. Helping the leather man to his feet. Saying huskily, “… Well, Max, I am here until the end of the holiday season. Working on my Grandparents’ horse farm with my uncles and cousins. I think I’d much rather ride you than those horses! Maybe you can introduce me to Tom and Dirk Cupido. Judging by this place, I’d love to meet them. I would want to explore some leather sex. This was so fucking exciting!”
“Fuck it… It’s a date!” Max smiled. “Let’s get dressed and get the hell out of here before the masters arrive, though. My clothes are in the lockers. You can keep those boots and these chaps. You pull off this look much better than those arseholes outside, anyway.”
“Really, Wow… That’s cool, man! Thanks,” I said, astonished at the generosity. Boots like these Sendra’s aren’t cheap. But they did look good on me.
We got to the bunker complex’s entry hall, and he dressed. I put the chaps and boots into a plastic grocery bag for the bicycle ride home. Before we headed outside, however, Max stopped me. He pulled me back to the changing room closets. Grabbed a nice leather biker jacket out of one of the lockers. Putting it on me from behind, and he sucked on my neck. I looked around in astonishment, and we kissed.
“Thanks… for freeing me, Landman… and… well, you know… for nailing me so hard…” he said with an endearing smile. Hugging me from behind and giving me a hickey. Letting his big hands wander all over the leather jacket and into my army-green work pants. As if he was fearing he would never have the pleasure again.
“Don’t worry, Max… Umm… Pieterson, isn’t it? This is definitely not the last time we’ll meet, Max. I’ve got so much to learn about this whole bondage and domination shit. And I do hope you will use my ass as well. I can use the experience of a guy in full leather dominating the shit out of me. – Do you want us to free the 2 other guys, too?” I asked. Realizing where I had seen this hunk before. The sexy man worked for the local builder during the winter and was a beach guard during the summer. That’s where I knew him from.
“Good!… I will keep that in mind, Landman. Because I really enjoyed this… And you’re right. I am Max Pieterson – And as for those two outside? Nah… those tourists had it coming to them. They tried to fight the mainlander skinheads rather than let them use them. I took those two here in my car for sex. And we made it look as if the skinheads just happened to be here. Ha, those two got more than they had bargained for. But those wanna-be-skin-alpha’s seemed to enjoy the sport. I guess the masters will find a use for them now that I have gone. Tom and Dirk should be here soon. Anyway, Jan, let’s get out of here. You’re not ready for them,” he said worriedly.
We walked side-by-side back up the woodland path. At the end of the trail, he put an arm around me. “Thanks, buddy… My Jeep is parked nearby. See you later, Landman,” he said softly with one last wet kiss. And with that, the horniest adventure of my life ended. We went our separate ways.
I kept the nice leather jacket on for the bike ride home to my grandparents’ place. By now, it was late in the afternoon and quite cold. The bicycle ride home was filled with all kinds of hot afterglow and kinky feelings.
A few weekends later, on a Friday night, the air was electric as I hit the town with my cousins, their girlfriends, and a lively crew of island guys. My cousins had just returned to the island from college. And they had invited me and their friends to go clubbing. I had slipped into my show-stopping kinky cowboy boots, ready to make an impression.
As we strutted down Tower Street, buzzing with anticipation for the local disco, I caught a glimpse of Max Pieterson. He and his squad swaggered towards us, a wave of confidence radiating from their infamous crew. Among them was Tom Cupido, flanked by a few skinheads, and suddenly, I was seeing Master Tom in a whole new light. Despite the warm weather, the campground owner wore a leather cap and rugged leather jacket. He was a notorious figure on the island, but I was beginning to uncover the secrets behind his reputation. The summer adventure was just getting started, though!
Without a word exchanged, Max and I couldn’t help but break into beaming smiles as he quickly closed the distance between us. Leaving the men he was with behind him. Max raised a fist, and I eagerly returned the gesture with a fist bump that ignited a spark of excitement between us.
“See you tomorrow at the beach?” I called out, my voice brimming with sexual exhilaration. Saying confidently, “… I’m ready to ride some heavy waves!”
He flashed me a triumphant high-five in response, and the atmosphere around us crackled with enthusiasm. My cousins and islander friends looked on with puzzled expressions, but little did they know about our shared secrets.
“Is that him?” I overheard Master Tom whisper to Max Pieterson, curiosity lacing his tone. Max flashed a mischievous grin as he nodded to the leather man.
“Good choice, boy!” Tom Cupido exclaimed, his approval ringing like a victory call. As our eyes met, a gloved hand rearranged the swelling dong in Tom’s black jeans. And Dirk Cupido smirked nastily at me.
As the summer months passed, I rode Max more than our horses. Getting to experience leather gay sex in all its aspects. Masters Tom and Dirk certainly taught me a thing or two. I bottomed for them as often as I topped Max and a few ‘guests.’ The masters had invited those tourists along for the ride. Diving headfirst into some of the most exhilarating adventures of my life. Every moment spent together felt electric, and I was living for the thrill!
The family brought me back to the ferry on the last day of my holiday. It was the first time I wore the leather biker jacket and those metal-tipped cowboy boots again after that hot summer. They wondered where I had gotten them from. Stuff like this was not for sale on the island. And they were even more surprised that Max, Tom, and Dirk were there to see me off as well. Dressed in full leather.
Well, if the family were surprised by their outfits, it was nothing to the heartfelt kiss I gave Max just before I boarded the ferry home. This had been a bunker-busting domination adventure. It set me up for life. I came to the island as a curious boy but left as an alpha man. I am off to university. Master Tom had hooked me up with a gay fraternity in the university city. And the leather brothers taught me all I needed to know.
Sometimes, you just have to follow your feelings. And go looking for what you can find. Damn what everyone else thinks about it.
You only live once.
• The End •
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