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Children of a Leather God
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Subject: RICHH: CHILDREN OF A LEATHER GOD
Disclaimer: The following story contains naughty bits. If
you are under 18, or if this has somehow wandered onto the K12 net,
STOP READING NOW. Do not, I repeat, do not email it to all your
friends. And for God's sake do not make a printout of it and
distribute copies all over your school. I mean sure, it'll be cool
and all, and you'll probably have lots of new friends, and you'll
probably even get lots of dates which will lead to numerous nights
of hot, sticky backseat passion, but like, you could get in big
trouble. Cause I know a kid who did it and sure, it was cool
for awhile, but all the new friends he made weren't like *real*
friends. Plus like, it's all fully and legally copyrighted and
if you think you're so tough now, let's see how you feel after a
few months in the joint sharing a cell with a disgruntled former
Kinko's employee with something to prove. Copyright prison--you
wouldn't last a day.
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Despite the title, the story is very light on actual "leather",
but hey, you'll live.
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I can't remember whose idea it was: mine or Maria's, but I do
remember how it started. Paul was over and we were talking about
the rock scene in Seattle, where his brother lives and plays
guitar.
"Yeah," said Paul, "remember how you said you liked 'Hunger
Strike'?" Well that's only like the third best song on the cd.
The others are really hard. You like Soundgarden?"
I nodded.
"Well, you know, all those people used to be in bands with
this guy Andy Woods."
"The one who died?"
"Yeah, od'd. Well, my brother knew him pretty well and he
said that Andy was the best out of them all. A born entertainer--"
"Just like Fanny Brice."
"Only with a smaller nose, but yeah. And he says Pearljam are
pretty much these spoiled rich kids who decided to make a band.
They were all in other bands before out there. Mudhoney, Mother
Love Bone, Green River."
"Green River. Hey, I heard that Nirv--"
"Yeah, Nirvana copped their style from Green River. And my
brother says Andy Woods had this girlfriend, they all called her
Stargazer. She's got a real 'Stargazer' name, too. I think it's
something like Xana la Fuente.
"Hee."
"My brother says she was really pushing Andy to be a star,
kept him in a closet. Finally, he got addicted to heroin and od'd.
It's weird, with Nirvana making it so big--they're like the worst
outta them all."
"I like Pearljam."
"Yeah yeah yeah whatever whatever."
"Hey, next time you're over, bring the Temple of the Dog cd.
And the Soundgarden one."
"Okay. I think the better songs than 'Hunger Strike' are
'Times of Trouble', and 'Call me a Dog'."
"Yeah, then call me a cab."
One of the singers, can't remember if it was Chris Cornell or
Eddie Vetter, is from San Diego..."
Maria was spreading some neufchatel cheese onto a wheat thin.
"Ri-ich." She was doing the whining thing again. She sat
down and started rubbing a foot along my right calf.
"What's with her," said Paul.
"She's jonesing."
"Jonesing?" said Paul.
"You know. Like 'Basketball Jones'"
I held my hand next to my mouth and said (sotto voice) "for
cunt" Jonesing.
"Heh. Poor baby."
"It's. Not. Funny." she said, pouty.
"No, you're right. It's not. In fa--"
Maria said, "What's Pam up to these days, Paul..."
"Hey you," shot back Paul, "you know we don't go for any funny
business." Paul called anything 'leather' or 'same-sex' 'funny
business'.
"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever whatever."
"Hey Rich," said Maria, "do you still see that Beth person you
met at Border's?"
"Time to time, but we don't run in the same circles you know.
I see her downtown every now and again. You interested? I'm sure
I could--"
"Wait, but here's the thing..."
So about a week later we were outside Border's bookstore(17th
& Walnut here in Philly).
Maria pulled on my arm and said, "Rich, I don't know if I can
do this. I'm all nervy."
"Nervy."
"Got any pot?"
"No, but you do."
"Huh?"
"I dropped a joint into your bag before we left."
"You." We walked around the corner and found an underground
parking lot and smoked the joint.
"Much better."
"Ready?"
She nodded. And then we were upstairs, Maria wearing a
flowery skirt and a tie-dyed t-shirt and tiny handcuff earrings.
I was in jeans and a jean-jacket. I also had this teal
handkerchief stuffed halfway into a pocket. I wasn't *with* Maria,
just watching, leafing through an oversized, rather conspicuous
book of Mapplethorpe photos over by the espresso bar. Maria was in
the gay/lesbian/s&m section, sitting on a bench, riffling through
a copy of "Doc and Fluff". Every other minute or so she would
stretch her t-shirt down tight and smooth it under her.
After maybe twenty minutes or so, over walked these two women
towards Maria. She told me later that this is what was said:
"Well, hey there, sweet thing. That's a dirty book, you
know."
"I'll live. It's too late for me, anyhow."
"Too late?"
"To be corrupted."
"Thought that's what you meant. Hi. I'm Beth. This is
Tina."
"Maria. Hi."
"Nice shirt." She reached down and brushed the back of her
hand against Maria's right nipple. Maria gasped, lowered her eyes.
"That just from reading?"
"I'm very sensitive to words. More than anything else, I
guess. Those Vuarnets? Nice."
"Yup."
She talk?" asked Maria, about Tina, who was wearing a slim
leather collar with a single d-ring around it. Perversely demure.
"She does," said Beth. "Today's not a day for talking. Wow,
what gorgeous hands. Check these out, Tina."
"Thanks. But ugh."
"Ugh?"
"I'm a musician. I would kill for longer fingers."
"Hey, are you stoned?"
"Buzzed. Just a little. I really like those sunglasses."
"Thanks. I don't know why I pay as much for them as I do,
though."
"Feel." Maria took Beth's hand and pulled it into the top of
her t-shirt.
"Oh my. That has to hurt."
Maria bit her lip and nodded.
"Well, this is pretty random, but what the heck. It's Tina's
birthday. Follow us."
I saw Maria get up, check her watch and follow the other two
into one of the large unisex bathrooms. I glanced down at my own
watch. 3:15.
I walked over to the rest room and found a chair and started
leafing through a Fodor's Travel guide(I think it was to the
hinterlands, but I'm not certain.)
3:30. I got up and checked myself. I was looking extremely
denim. Should have pierced an ear, but nah... I opened the door
to their bathroom and walked in and locked the door behind me.
"Shut the door!"
I did, and after about 5 or ten seconds it started. Laughter-
-this odd sort of laughter. Nervous, but also ver real. First
Maria, on the floor, sitting on her heels, covered her mouth with
her hand and began to laugh. Then my friend Beth, a very cool dyke
whom I'd met last year in the same bookstore. I saw that she
recognized me but she wasn't spilling any beans. Even her spooky,
quiet friend Tina started also. Both women were naked from the
waist down and leaning back against the wall by the sink. There
was a pair of latex gloves sitting on some crumpled bluejeans.
"L-look, I just wanted to piss. I'll just use the--"
"No," said Beth, "you're here, pee. Fag."
She didn't know that Maria and I knew each other, but she knew
that she could use me to make whatever impression on Tina that she
liked. I turned away from them, unzipped, and thought about
Brief's macro language. Soon, I peed. I could hear Maria resume
behind me.
"Mmmm," said Beth. "You *like* that..."
"Mmm-hmmm."
I flushed and started to zip.
"Oooh, don't zip up," said Beth.
"Huh?"
"I never get to see any cocks anymore, except on videos.
Leave it out. Don't worry. I don't bite."
Maria turned and looked at me briefly, but soon a hand turned
her head back.
"Sit down. Relax. Can you get it hard?"
"Can you deepen your voice?"
"Ha. Just try." I'd already masturbated a couple times
before we headed out, just to be safe.
"Oooh, doll, put on the gloves." Beth put her hand behind
Tina's neck and pulled her over for an intense kiss. Maria had
both gloves on and had spit in her hands and was working it into
the gloves. She put two dental dams she'd been using down on the
pile with the jeans.
"Saliva," said Beth. "Ugh. If I'da known that this--"
Tina looked over at her and mouthed "It's okay." Maria stood
up and both Tina and Beth spit in her open palm. Then she sat back
on her ankles and worked that in.
Beth looked over at me. "Still nothing? Soon." Brief's
macro language was becoming way too sensual. Thought about
switching to Perl but then I realized I didn't want to destroy my
libido permanently.
"Ooh, nice." I looked up. Beth and Tina were squatting
slightly, somehow staying up against the wall. Maria had very
quickly worked in her first eight fingers and was up to that area
of skin between the thumb and forefinger. Beth and Tina each had
a finger against the other's clit, idle. Then Maria tucked her
thumbs and quickly only her slender, pale wrists were visible.
Beth and Tina gasped, and I could tell by the movements of the
muscles in Maria's forearms that her hands had formed fists.
"Mmmm, I can feel your cervix against the back of my fingers.
I love that."
"Oh fuck. Hey, check out the fag. Oooh, nice. Jerk it off."
So I complied as Maria started to fuck them both in earnest,
completely removing her hands and then repenetrating and reforming
the fists. Tina, the "quiet one", was now rather vocal, and Beth
had to cover her mouth with her own hand. Beth would switch from
watching me to half-closing her eyes and squatting lower.
"Oh, oh, oh, fuck fuck fucka fucka." I could tell what Maria
was thinking, how she'd "better get as much as she could, feed her
jones until it threatened to go bulimic", because who knew when
she'd be part of a tableau like *this* again? And so she moved,
rocking her small tight fists, hitting every wall, covering as much
cervix as she could, orbiting from her wrists, stretching,
stretching. With Beth's hands over both her own and Tina's mouths
they both came. Again. And slid down the wall until they
collapsed in a heap by their clothes.
"Jesus, girl, who taught you to do a thing like that?"
Tina tried to put together a sentence, but all that was
audible was 'put her away'."
Beth laughed. "Tina's right. They oughta put you away. Lock
you up." She looked over at me. "Whassamatta, gayboy? Too pink
for you?" Tina whispered something to Beth, who said, "Right fist,
wrong whole?" Everyone laughed. "A shame to waste such a thing."
Tina whispered some more. "Tina's never seen a man come, except in
movies. You do not want to disappoint--"
Maria peeled off the gloves, jumped up and kneeled in front of
me. She looked up and I pulled a condom out of my shirt pocket and
handed it to her. She spit in her hand, smeared it over my cock,
unrolled the condom and started sucking, alternating her mouth with
her saliva covered hand stroking and moving over the head. She
knew this was the quickest way with me. Tina and Beth had pulled
on the rest of their clothes, and Tina's left hand was hidden to
the wrist in her jeans.
"Ooh, when he's ready," said Beth, "just use your hand."
"And take off the rubber," said Tina, surprising us.
"Ok," I said, a bit early.
"False alarm." But after about another minute or so of
Maria's hand, things started to happen. Tina moved in right beside
Maria and she squealed when my balls tightened. Maria held a small
wad of paper towels a few inches over the head and soon I groaned
and came, my fingers clenched around the toilet seat.
"Oooh," said Tina. "If I were a guy, I don't think I'd ever
leave the house."
"Sheesh," said Beth, your whole house would be stucco."
"Ewwww."
As we all collected ourselves, I noticed that Tina had the
Pearljam cd in her bag.
"You like Pearljam...?"
We raised more than a few eyebrows as we exited en masse.
RICHH
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