Leathered Up

Peter was staying overnight at a gay friend's house, using the guest room in the basement. As he was in the bathroom getting ready for the night, something next to the laundry caught his eye. It was made of leather, the shine of studs drawing him in. His eyes widened as he realized it was his friend's leather harness, something he'd seen plenty of times in pictures plastered through his social media feed. He'd never gotten to see it in its entirety.

He couldn't resist picking it up, marveling at the interesting work in his hands. He felt compelled to try it on, always wondering what it would be like to wear it. It took him a moment to figure out how to put it on, finding the attached jockstrap and slipping his legs through. He was surprised when it fit him, feeling the strands of the jock wrapping tightly around his ass, the leather digging into his body. He couldn't help but start to get hard having his dick compressed by the material, his skin tingling where the leather touched.

He was amazed at how good he looked in the mirror, like he was seeing himself clearly for the first time in a while. He loved seeing how his thick body was framed by the leather. His eyes trailed over the hair that lightly washed his front, admiring his bulge in the jock. He couldn't help but take a picture, wanting to remember seeing himself in it.

As he stood there for another few moments, he began to feel something building up inside him. His heart raced as he looked at the harness on him, feeling his arousal growing. His thoughts began to wander, imagining himself being thrown around by the straps. He felt an unfulfilled emptiness growing inside him, anxious, an itch developing in his rear. He didn't know why, but for some reason he wanted to show his friend.

He couldn't stop himself as he walked out wearing the gear, upstairs to find the friend still in the living room. His friend's eyes widened as they saw him, Peter spreading his arms in a 'How do I look?'

They stood, stepping forward in front of Peter.

"Damn, you look sexy" He said, his hands trailing the leather before gripping and tugging them forward.

Peter let himself be taken, his weight propelled onto the couch. As he hit the cushions he felt a spike of adrenaline, his skin on fire with excitement.

"Fucking amazing ass" He heard his friend say, two hands gripping his furry rear before spitting into the crack. Peter felt his friend's face plant into the cushion, forcing his legs wide as his tongue digged deep to Peter's hole. Peter couldn't stop it if he wanted to, his mind shutting down and letting himself be taken by his friend's ability.