The Leather Bar

Last night I celebrated the end of the semester and the beginning of a new chapter in my “out” life. I had been looking forward to this ever since we kicked around the idea several weeks ago. My friends dressed me up in a harness and wrist restraints then took me to a leather bar. I am sure it is a mild tale for those of you used to such goings on; however, for me it was the cutting edge.

The evening started with me driving over to my friends’ house. They have a wide variation of fetish items and were able to outfit me with their excess gear. My friends conferred over which items worked well together and what didn’t work. We ended up settling on a harness, wrist restraints, black jeans, and a black leather cap. Putting on the harness was fantastic. I never understood the fascination with leather before. Now I get it. It just feels so damn erotic. Hell, just thinking about it gives me a warm fuzzy.

As I put on the harness, my friend reminded me that I had to put on a cock ring. I am not used to wearing a cock ring, so I wore a leather ring with adjustable snaps. I wore this style once before and didn’t think much about it. This time, however, the cock ring was attached to the harness. The hottest part of wearing the harness is how it is attached to the cock ring. My friend grabbed the harness and gave it a gentle tug. Instant erection! It was so incredibly hot!! It also gave me a lesson that I need to be aware of guys grabbing the harness. It can go from pleasurable to painful quite quickly.

My friend’s partner lent me his boots and the three of us were ready to head out to the bar. When I got in the backseat of the car, I couldn’t believe I was going out in public all dressed up in leather. I definitely felt like I wasn’t going to be in Kansas anymore (so to speak).

We actually made fantastic time driving into the city and arrived at the bar extremely early. So early that the leather portion of the bar wasn’t ready to go yet. I was still wearing a windbreaker over my harness so I didn’t feel completely out of place. I was still feeling an adrenaline surge, though. The three of us had a couple of beers/sodas waiting for things to get more social. We watched as the bar personnel started to get the place ready for the evening. The bar had the HOTTEST security guys on the planet. I was so tempted to become a trouble maker. I really needed to be punished!

Finally the leather part opened up and my friends introduced me to the leather bar. It was definitely low key as we were the only ones in the bar. The two bearish bartenders were friendly. One was pleasantly furry and not wearing a shirt. The other was wearing a leather vest with Mr NYC Bear on the back. I was definitely having a good time.

Eventually a few people started to come into the bar. One guy was a thin guy with a high pitched voice. He talked a lot and was very friendly. A few more guys showed up. The bar has a “strict” leather policy. If you aren’t wearing leather, you have to go shirtless. For some guys that was okay, for others not so much. I really don’t care too much, skin is skin right?

So this one social guy starts to make a move on my friend. This guy had balls. He just started feeling up my friend. My friend is the coolest cat on the planet. He just started talking with the guy. Eventually the guy latches on to me and starts to play with me. I am such a whore; I enjoyed the hell out of it. The next thing I know, the guy is really started to grind on my leg. I keep thinking to myself, this is so cool! Pretty soon, the guy has pulled his cock out and put it in my hand. I can hardly believe I am giving a hand job to this guy in the middle of the bar. It was pretty dark, but I don’t think it was THAT dark. By now, the guy is practically dry humping my leg. The only thought that went through my mind was, “I hope he doesn’t ruin my new jeans.” (I am such a whore!) He kind of persisted in wanting to kiss me and I wasn’t up for that so eventually he moved on. But man this was a hell of club!

So my friend introduces me to the back part of the leather bar. This apparently is every evangelical’s worst nightmare. Gay men pretty much groping the hell out of each other in a very dark, very loud room. My friend knew I was open to being groped and fondled so he sort of led the way for me. He moved off back with his partner and let me do my thing. I think he got a charge out of seeing the other guys try to mess with me.

I must explain though that I was not planning on doing more than putting on a good show and letting people grope me. I was not up for kissing and I definitely wasn’t going to get hot and heavy with anyone. I sure as hell wasn’t going home with anyone. Other than that, though, the guys could do whatever they wanted. The only down side was the only guys that did what they wanted were definitely on the sketchy side. As this one geriatric case was going at my nipples and rubbing my pecs, the only thing I can think of was how nice his shirt smelled. I would have sworn he just got it out of the wash. Consider me weird, but the scent of Tide was very pleasant. Eventually he wanted me to kiss him and I had to move him on his way.

So then the next sketchy guy started to move in. I didn’t want any part of him. He didn’t quite understand me pushing him away. All of the sudden, the thin guy from before umped in between me and sketchy guy #2. He saw what was going on and took the chivalrous route and extracted me from the presence of the guy who didn’t understand no. I took that as my cue to return to the “normal” part of the leather bar.

This is when the high point of the night occurred. I was thirsty so I got the bartender’s attention. I said I wanted a coke/pepsi. He replied, “anything for you gorgeous.” I know it was a cheap throw away line. I know it is probably used a million times on guys ranging from good looking to hideous. Just the same, I am a vain man. I didn’t grow up thinking I had good looks so this unexpected compliment just made my evening.

As the three of us are early to bed types, we decided to call it an evening just as things were starting to get crowded. We bid our farewells to the thin guy. My friends even tried to get contact information from him. As we were crossing the street leaving the club, my friend looked at the contact information and discovered that our new acquaintance’s name was Jim Beam. We laughed the entire way back to the ‘burbs.