Vic and Matt Omnibus

Chapter 14

Leatherman and Sexy Boy

When Vic Braunson came home from work on his birthday, he was met in the hallway by his lover Matt diLorenzo, who wore nothing but a pair of leather shorts with a breakaway crotch, his arms hopelessly tangled in the straps of a leather harness. He greeted Vic with, “Help.”

Vic laughed as he shut the door behind him. But before he moved to assist his lover, he took a moment to savor the sight of so much naked flesh. “Damn, you look good.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” Matt said with a laugh. “I feel like a pretzel.”

“Is this my birthday present?” Vic asked as he shrugged out of his work shirt.

Matt pouted. “It was supposed to be a surprise. You gonna help, or what?”

Vic crossed the hall. The harness was a old fetish item of his, something his lover must’ve dug out of their closet…Vic couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn it. Way before he’d met Matt. Vic used to get off on the smell and feel of leather, but since he’d been with his lover, there was so much about the guy that excited Vic that he didn’t need anything else to get off. Though at the sight of Matt in leather, he wanted nothing more than to clamp the harness between his teeth and let his lover f**k him senseless. Sweet Jesus.

Once the harness was settled properly on Matt’s shoulders, Vic cinched the belts tight for a snug fit. The leather molded snugly to Matt’s crotch and ass. Before he could stop himself, Vic leaned against his lover, one hand fondling Matt’s slight erection through the leather, the other squeezing his firm buttocks. Vic bit at the strap that ran over Matt’s shoulder, his teeth sinking into the supple material, his saliva turning the already black strap a shade darker. The taste of leather filled his senses, enflaming them. With a low growl in the back of his throat, Vic gnawed on the strap as he hugged Matt close.

His lover snickered and tried to extract himself from Vic’s sudden embrace. “You need to suit up first. No loving until you’re dressed.”

“Suit up.” Vic laughed, a rumble against Matt’s neck that made his lover grin. “That makes me sound like a superhero.”

Matt laughed harder. “The Adventures of Leatherman and his sidekick…”

Vic quipped, “Sexy Boy.”

Leatherman and Sexy Boy. Matt grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

After a quick shower, Vic breezed past Matt into their bedroom, the towel around his waist falling to the floor at his lover’s feet. Matt followed, as Vic knew he would. Keeping his back to his lover, Vic stepped up to their bed, where Matt had laid out a few choice items for him to wear—a black leather thong and a leather vest. Vic took his time, drawing out the motions because he felt Matt’s desire gathering like thunderclouds around them. First he stepped into the thong, allowing Matt fleeting glimpses of his c**k and balls from between his legs. With measured movements, he pulled the thong up over his knees, over his thighs, and arched his back as the thin leather strap slid between his buttocks. Then he tucked the length of his d**k into the pouch, savoring the supple feel of leather on tender skin. With a final snap of the straps to ensure the thong was in place, he reached for the vest.

He shrugged into it and pulled the lacings tight; they created a hash mark of leather down the center of his chest, accentuating the line that divided his pects, the cut of his flat abs, and the black, jagged saw blades tattooed around his navel.

Suddenly, a belt whipped out to smack across Vic’s bare ass.

He whirled around—Matt stood there, a devilish gleam in his eye, a slim belt stretched taut between his hands. With a sexy grin, he asked, “Do you know how much I want you right this minute?”

Vic laughed. “It’s the thong, I’m telling you.”

“I know.” Matt tugged on the belt, which emitted a loud snap! in the quiet bedroom. “That’s why I plan to leave it on while we fuck.”

He closed the distance between them. When he pressed against Vic’s back, the soft leather shorts he wore caressed Vic’s buttocks, exciting them both. Through the supple material, Vic felt his lover’s d**k pushing against the breakaway crotch. Matt let go of one end of the belt, then ran his arms around Vic’s waist and grabbed the belt again, pulling it back against Vic’s flat stomach. Leaning against his lover, Matt buried his nose in the leather and breathed in deeply. Vic felt him shudder in delight, and a slight moan escaped his lips. “I want you,” he whispered. “Here, now. I can’t wait any longer.”

Vic arched his back to butt up against Matt’s erection. “Then take me.”

Matt set his knee against Vic’s and pushed, dropping him to the bed. Vic crawled onto the bedspread, the belt at his waist keeping him from going too far. Matt held it in both hands like a pair of reins, and when he thought Vic was in position, he pulled back, hard, to stop him. “Right there,” he sighed. “God, what a lovely sight.”

Vic clenched his ass around the leather thong to entice his lover. “Kiss it,” he commanded.

Before he could ask twice, a damp tongue licked down the cleft of his ass, wetting the leather thong. Then Matt licked beneath the strap, over quivering skin, and planted a series of tiny bites along the inside of Vic’s buttocks. Each time his teeth closed down, Vic felt his blood roil, his c**k stiffen. With a wordless gasp, he dropped to his elbows, ass raised in the air, forehead pressed to his hands. Between his legs, he could see his lover, the harness he wore; the front of his shorts had been unsnapped to allow Matt’s hard d**k to stand up from his groin.

As Matt rimmed Vic’s ass, he reached between Vic’s legs to rub at the thong’s leather pouch. The leather strained to hold back his erection and only added to his arousal; the material hugged his balls, cradled his c**k, and rubbed over his sensitive tip with a maddening sensation. “God,” he gasped. He had to bite his wrist to keep from crying out louder.

Pulling hard on the belt, Matt hefted his lover toward him. Vic felt a stiff c**k poke at his buttocks, then glide along the span between them, sliding over the thong strap, humping him. Matt rocked his hips into Vic, yanking on the belt with each thrust, until Vic bent in half with his ass high in the air, bumping back against Matt’s crotch. Every few thrusts, Matt pulled back and his c**k slipped between Vic’s legs instead, the hard tip prodding the back of Vic’s throbbing balls. The belt rubbed over Vic’s pubic mound and pressed against the base of his d**k with a sweet ache that begged for release. “f**k me,” he growled. “Matty, now.”

Vic felt cool lubricant squirted over his nude ass cheeks, then the thong was thumbed aside and a strong finger massaged the gel between Vic’s buttocks, around his flinching hole, and into him. As the finger breeched, Vic rocked back, driving himself onto his lover. “Yes,” he sobbed. With his head in his arms, the leather vest fell around his shoulders and face, and his whole world filled with the rich, animal musk. “Yes, yes.”

The finger popped out and was replaced with the arrow-shaped head of Matt’s d**k. It pushed against Vic’s sphincter, slowly, slowly, until Vic thought he’d scream with frustration. Then a hard tug on the belt pulled Vic back and impaled him. Heat flushed through him at the entry, a wildfire that raced up his anus and into his balls, into his c**k. He came, explosive, and the thick scent of his own c*m wetting the leather pouch excited him further. As Matt f****d him, using the belt to pull him back, Vic kept his head down and watched the pouch of his thong as his own c**k stiffened again.

When Matt came, his juices raced through Vic’s body like liquid fire. Vic felt that orgasm in his stomach, his heart, his c**k. The faint odor of damp leather rose around them, mingled with the scent of s*x. As Matt slipped free from Vic, he leaned down and kissed his lover’s buttock. The belt fell away, replaced with loving arms that encircled Vic’s waist. “Oh yeah,” he sighed. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Vic fell to the bed, spent. Matt lay against his back, a welcome weight. As their heartbeats returned to normal, they breathed in unison, “Love you.”

Matt snickered. “I said it first,” he claimed.

“It’s my birthday,” Vic pointed out. “I should be able to say it first.”

“We both said it,” Matt conceded.

THE END