Leathers

Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

Leathers

by Jo and Carol

This little story takes place right after Jack allowed Jay to have his motorcycle.

Jay wore a pair of leather chaps, and a silver snake skin pouch over his genitals; the only thing that covered his ass was a fishnet type garment; his leather vest hung open. "I don't know what the bitching is about; you're the one who said I had to wear my leathers when I ride; you never said I had to wear jeans under them," Jay said, as he slid past his irate lover, keeping his barely covered ass away from him. 

"I didn't think I needed to state the obvious," Jack replied evenly. His eyes glinted with laughter, as he said, "Do I need to point out that being dressed like that is going to chafe things you don't want chafed?" 

Jay gave his lover a confused look, then made the `o' shape with his mouth, as if he finally got what Jack meant. "That's ok, my sweets; if I chafe, you can rub the cream on those areas," he told him, as he caressed his pouch-covered genitals.

"Check under the bed, sweetheart," Jack replied. He smiled when he heard Jay's yelp of surprise. The leather pants he'd bought his lover had been expensive, but when he laid eyes on him on them, Jay's planned ride was abruptly cancelled.

Leather

Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

Leather

by Carol

"What's this?" Dillon asked, holding something. I stopped what I was doing to look at it.

"It's the leather apron that my great-grand dad used when he made horse shoes, or when he shod a horse. 

"What about this?" he asked. `How am I supposed to box stuff for an antique sale if he keeps stopping me?' I thought, as I looked up, puzzled at what he held.

"A harness, I think," I told him, going over toward him for a better look.

"Too small," he said, as he examined it at eye level. I took it from him, and turned it this way and that way. It's made of soft calf leather . . . one long strip, with three small strips . . . one on each end and one in the middle; little buckles were on the end of them, with fine delicate gold stitching and the word MINE stamped on the main strip. Dillon's gaze was on me, as I glanced back at him. 

Ewwwwwwwwww, gross, I'm not touching that," he stated, going back to his box. 

I smiled to myself, `Oh yes you will.' I thought, and shoved it in my pocket.

Lesson learned

Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge 

Lesson learned 

by PJ 

"No!" Wes snapped. "I left it on the porch and now it's gone!"

Link turned his frustrated lover to face him. "Wesley, calm down now!"

"I have to find it."

Link pulled Wes back out to the porch. "Where did you leave it, babe?"

Wes pointed next to the swing. "I dropped it there and now it's gone!"

Link pulled Wes down to look under the swing. "Look, sweetheart." Link chuckled while Wes shook his head, leaning against his man. Two little eyes sporting a black mask were peeking out from one of the leather pouches of Wes`s tool bag. 

Leather

In Honor of the Folsom Street Fair

September 2011 Leather Tea Room Challenge

An Adventure in Dog Sitting by Tarabeth
At Peace by Dizzy

By Royal Decree by Lou

Doms are so easy... by Tarabeth 

Everyone's Happy by Tarabeth

Irresistible Temptation by Lady Jodie

Jock by Randy Williams

Leather by Carol

Leathers by Jo and Carol
Lesson Learned by PJ

Protection by Tarabeth

Soon by Lou

T'was a Night at the Leather Bar by Mel