Not Just Skin Deep

I thought this was lost through computer crashes and carelessness but a copy survived and was returned to me.

Here again is my story "Not Just Skin Deep"

-- LeatherGryphon --

Not Just Skin Deep


By Leather Gryphon

Story originally submitted to SiliconDog's site in 1997, Men On The Net in Fall 1998

Edited Spring 2004 to fix minor errors in grammar,spelling & plot points & submitted to "The Evolution Forum".

WARNING: This story is sexually explicit fiction and describes Male to male sexual practices. If you are underage or are offended by, or are hostile to this type of material then don't read it.

INVITATION: If on the other hand you decide to read this story and have intelligent, adult, constructive (non-flaming) comments, compliments or even complaints you may reply through the private mail service at this site. I will reply to sincere, helpful correspondence.

Enjoy!

Keywords: muscles, leather, motorcycle, gay, sex, transformation, costumes, rubber This version (2004) has been again re-edited to fix spelling and grammar but the story is almost identical with the original. - gryphon - (aka: Gryphon Tales, aka: LeatherGryphon)

Copyright 1997 by Gryphon Tales July 1, 1997; Copyright 1998 by LeatherGryphon Aug 1, 1998; copyright 2004 by LeatherGryphon, March 17

Chapter 1: The Costume Shop

I'm always on the hunt for a better costume, so the small rusty sign saying "Special Costumes" dangling from a single screw on the corner of the alley wall easily diverted me from my mundane destination. Close up I could see portions of a faded red arrow pointing straight up but it would have pointed into the cluttered dead-end alley if mounted properly. The bright noon sun was eclipsed by the buildings lining the narrow alley so I cautiously made my way into the dark shadows.

Approaching the blank wall at the end, I'd almost given up hope that the shop was still in business. Finally I saw another aged sign pointing down a steep narrow set of stone steps to an open basement door inviting entry with a simple "Open" sign.

Knocking on the door to announce myself , I walked in. Soft strains of mysterious eerie music surrounded me. The walls of the entry room covered with worn oriental carpets and the smell of incense reminded me of head-shops from the 60's. True to the image, a bead curtain covered a small door at the other end of the shop. The room was empty except for a counter with a gray marble top supporting an ornate bronze incense burner darkened from perhaps centuries of use. There was also an old fashioned desk bell similarly tarnished, and a chipped glass ashtray containing the cold stub of a cigar. A stream of smoke rose in lazy chaotic swirls from the mouths of the daemons forming the top of the incense burner. The rising tendril of smoke dissolved into the gray haze it had already produced. I slapped the plunger on top of the bell and it produced the expected loud "ding". I kind of liked this place. It had an atmosphere of simple unhurried civility and a definite personality.

The impatience of city living had been infecting me ever since I moved here. Thinking that the first ring of the bell had produced no results I was about to slap it again. At that moment an incredibly handsome man about twenty five, dressed only in faded, stripped bell bottoms pants a tattered dirty headband, and rose colored John Lennon glasses entered through the bead curtain. His loose sandals slapped quietly on the narrow Oriental rug that ran from door to door. His chest was firm and muscular and contradicted the image that his clothes invoked. The hippies I remember from the late 60's when I was just out of high school were usually undernourished and pale. This guy looked like an Olympic athlete who spent all his time in the sun.

"Cool it man, I'm here. Don't ring it again, like, the vibes clash with the music." He walked up a little too close to me, forcing me to back up a half step to preserve my personal space. With casual coyness he said. "Hmm, what have we here? You're a big man dude". Thrown a bit of iron in your time haven't you?"

He looked me up and down and then looked straight into my eyes for a moment too long. I averted my eyes nervously by looking at his beautifully muscular chest and arms. As if he were reading my mind his hands crossed his chest and pet the soft hair around his nipples. Feeling himself erotically he continued on down over his rippling abs and ended by cupping his crotch teasingly. I followed his motions hypnotically and felt my dick begin to stiffen. Suddenly the spell was broken when he reached up and stroked the large, heavy gold ring in his left earlobe. In deep thought for a moment he finally turned around. "Come on in buddy. I've got just what you're after.

" I doubted that, but followed him through the door. We entered a short hallway. The music came more clearly now from another bead curtain on my right. At the end of the hall we turned left into a small room hung with typical Halloween costumes. I glanced around disappointed and said. "No, I don't see anything here, thanks anyway."

"Yo, man. Chill. I know. This stuff is crap. You want a special costume. I've got what you're looking for back here in my special collection". He inserted a key and unlocked a heavy old oak door. The smell escaping from the room reminded me of a scuba shop with lots of neoprene wet suits. He reached around and twisted an old style rotary wall switch. The dim naked light bulbs in the ceiling barely lit the large room though instantly I could see I was going to like this collection. I didn't wait to be invited but preceeded him into the room.

This room was very big, it must have been part of the old warehouse next door. The place was filled with beautifully detailed full body rubber costumes. All the walls were lined with library shelves holding full head rubber masks to match the bodies.

The thousands of costumes represented the entire spectrum of human body types but I immediately saw in one section all sorts of things that interested me. Scary creatures, mythical beasts, beautiful men, and yes, just exactly what I was looking for.

"These." I said, walking over to a collection of headless rubber costumes that were obviously muscular bodybuilders of several skin tones and various levels of muscular development. I reached for one of the bigger ones and felt the thick bulges that formed, the chest shoulders, and arms. The suit was one piece with an odd looking zipper down the back. It was completely naked and anatomically correct. Lord, was it anatomically correct. A thick heavy rubber cock hung nearly ten inches and was framed by a set of balls the size of small apples hanging nearly as long in a wonderful hairy scrotum. After surviving my own hippie period I had gotten into bodybuilding and I still keep myself in good condition and have much of my contest winning muscles from twenty five years ago. I pride myself at weighing almost two hundred pounds of middle-aged hard muscle, but this suit was as big or bigger than the modern pros. I lifted it briefly off the rack to check its' length but dropped it back, surprised by its' weight.

It must have weighed thirty pounds or more. From my brief initial survey it had looked a little short for my body but I was still fascinated by it.

"See, man. I told you I had what you wanted. Way cool aren't they? Wann'a try one on?" I looked around to see him grinning wryly. His green eyes gleamed brightly as if he know something I didn't.

Jumping at the chance and said. "Yeah, this one." Indicating the gorgeous bronzed set of heavy muscles I had in my hands. "Think it will fit?"

"No problem. They always fit." His comment went right over my head. I was too excited about slipping into that muscular rubber suit. I looked around for a place to go change. He chuckled. "You wann'a try on a suit with a cock and balls like that, and you're modest about undressing? Don't you realize we wear clothes to avoid embarrasing others. I'm not embarassed so, hey man, drop your pants and just do it." His remark embarrassed me even more for a moment, then I grinned back at him letting the truth sink in and the blush drain from my face as I started unbuckling my belt. He watched me intently and I could see his interest grow between his legs as I stripped completely. It's worth noting that my interest in him was keeping pace with his expanding crotch.

He brushed past me to pull the muscleman costume off the rack. His own beautiful slightly sweaty shoulder and arm muscles danced in the dim light as they lifted the heavy suit clear of the rack. While removing the hanger he grabbed a chair and indicated I should sit. He shook the costume a bit to straighten out the legs and lowered the open back down to my ankles. I put my hand on his shoulder and inserted first one leg then the other and pulled the heavy costume onto my legs. It felt cold and clammy and slightly slimy. The attached feet had individual compartments for my toes and I fiddled with them a minute until they slid into place. The inner surface was not nylon lined like a modern wetsuit so I'd expected it to be difficult to pull on. However, it slid on easily as if greased with a micro-thin layer of something very slippery like silicon grease or better. It glided snugly around my thighs.

With his eager help we fit my dick into the thick hollow dildo that was the costume's cock and he pushed my balls into the suit's scrotum. A quick squeeze with his fingers around the base of the suit's balls compressed the rubber material above my own balls. The compression didn't expand when he released it. With my balls firmly locked in place, my cock in the dildo expanded quickly and my erection caused the huge cock on the outside to lengthen and stiffen also. I tried to imagine what sort of mechanism was inside to effect such a behavior to lifeless rubber. Brazenly he stroked the big rubber cock a couple of times with fantastic shudders I swore that I could feel it as if he were playing with me directly.

The arms were next. I put my arms into the massively muscled costume arms and worked the attached hands over my own. The material here like the feet was extremely thin but showed no danger of tearing. Once my arms were fully covered we worked the remainder over my shoulders and I felt it slip into place around my chest and back. He fiddled with the collar area briefly then pulled the zipper up the back in one swift effortless motion and smoothed the flap of rubber that covered it completely. The suit readjusted itself quickly then stopped moving as it settled onto my naked body. Quickly it warmed and was very comfortable.

The feeling was incredible. It seemed as if the suit had been specifically molded to match my body. As short as it had seemed on the rack it didn't feel uncomfortably tight. The thing fit me perfectly everywhere. Looking down I could barely see over the massive pecs. The thighs were huge bundles of deeply striated rubber muscle. I reached down to feel them and my ham-like arms came into view. Phenomenal! My hands wandered up and down the thick bi's and tri's. I could cover only a small portion of those huge biceps with my hand. I examined everything I could reach. I could feel my hands running across the surface as if the rubber costume were my own skin. The feeling was intensely erotic.

The cock stiffened completely and was sticking straight out about fifteen inches. I grabbed the middle of the enormous shaft but couldn't get my hand all the way around it. Instinctively I began stroking the incredible tool and shuddered with the waves of pleasure it produced. I was unconscious of anyone or anything else. All I wanted to do was jerk myself to satisfaction. Moments later my toes curled, I arched my back and grunted violently as my cock through the suit cock spewed forth a heavy stream of thick cum that globbed into a puddle on the floor.

Minutes later the erotic feelings abated and I remembered where I was. Embarrassed again by what I now realized what I had just done, I turned to see the handsome hippie with his pants around his ankles jerking himself off. He grabbed the back of the chair gave a loud wild cry and ejaculated copious amounts of cum which joined the puddle I'd just made. Watching in fascination I waited until his bright green glinting eyes opened again. We looked at each other in silence, then as if a switch had been turned he broke the trance and grabbed a couple of tissues from a box nearby and handed me one. "Happens a lot in here." he grinned.

He chuckled. He pulled his pants back up looked me over again and said. "Out'a sight, man, that looks so groovy on you. Wann'a keep it for a couple of days? No charge."

Fascinated by the costume and still thinking about the candid behavior in which we'd both engaged and of his free offer. I just stood there speechless.

"Yo dude, you in there?" He said waving his hand in front of my eyes, smiling broadly.

I blinked and regained my voice. "No cost? Really?"

"Well, nothin's ever really free, but yeah, dude, take it home, break it in for two days but you gott'a bring it back Sunday before noon before you damage it. Then we'll talk about the price after I make sure it's all right. Why don't you wear it home?"

The thought sent my cock rising again. Yes, that's just what I wanted to do. I looked into his deep emerald eyes and enthusiastically said. "OK." I hesitated for a moment then swore.

"Shit. What am I going to wear? I could never get my pants over these legs." I ran my hands over the thick thighs, and around the bulging hard bubble butt. Absentmindedly I forced the long stiff cock up against my rippled abs to see how high it went. The head of that unbelievable cock fit just below the heavy shelf of the pecs. I was sure I could bend enough to suck myself off if that was possible through the thick rubber. Yes, I wanted to keep this suit on but how was I going to get home?

"No problem dude. I've got everything you want. Come on." He exited through the big oak door and I followed him through the outer room of tacky disguises into the hall. The heavy cock had relaxed and I could hear and feel it thudding heavily against the huge thighs of the costume. The legs were so big I actually had to walk like the muscle bound creature I now resembled. The balls flopped back and forth sensuously keeping in harmonic synchronization with the cock. The feeling was so damn real I could swear that they were hitting my own legs.

We went up a set of stairs into a large room filled with stacks of leather hides, racks of finished leather clothing and machines for working with leather. This was great though because none of my own leather could possibly fit this body. If he had stuff that would fit me now so much the better. He went directly over to a rack sagging with hundreds of pounds of leather pants and quickly found a pair of huge black leather jeans which he handed to me. I sat on a stool at one of the old leather sewing machines and pulled the pants over my massive new legs. The huge cock and balls gave me a little trouble getting them tucked away.

The pants were cut quite full, but once I'd zipped them up, they were snug around the hips and thighs and the great bulge of my new genitals showed very prominently. The knees and lower legs though were obviously tailored to permit generous bending like for riding motorcycle. This guy knew leather for sure. There was a mirror stall on one of the walls and I eagerly examined myself.

I was incredible! I was the epitome of a leather muscle stud. All I needed now was some armbands and a harness. I asked if he had any. He nodded and opened a glass case. "Take your pick." I chose a simple black leather arm band and a plain wide wrist band, both of which I promptly fit onto my left arm. I looked around the racks of leather in the room and found a sturdy leather harness. A glance at my host confirmed that I could take it too. Unbuckling the straps, I unzipped my pants and worked my way into the harness, fitting the crotch strap under my butt crack and worked the huge ring around my new cock and balls.

All this stuff fit perfectly as if it had been made for this monster body. I re-zipped the pants, adjusted the straps over the hard protruding pecs and took another look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe the bulging leather muscle stud looking back was me. This was absolutely incredible I couldn't help caressing the erotic butt of the tight leather pants and cupping the huge basket with my hands.

Before I'd even thought of it, the shopkeeper had brought over a pair of motorcycle boots and some long red and gray wool socks. Like everything else these fit perfectly, even over the fake feet and phenomenal calves of the costume. I was complete now except for a cycle jacket but that would have been asking too much, especially this time of year. To my surprise, there was a huge leather cycle jacket laying on the counter when I turned around.

He said. "You don't really need this right now, but it might get cool if you ride your bike without one so take this too." I didn't think I'd mentioned that I rode bike but he was right. The mass of that much thick leather made the jacket very heavy. I hefted it clumsily at first. However, once I got one arm in, it slipped on easily over my massive chest. I got a double "thumbs up" approval from my host and another broad grin. We returned to "his closet" to retrieve my clothes and wallet. I tried to leave a deposit with the him but he wouldn't accept anything, saying simply. "I know you'll be back, more than willing to pay the price." He even gave me a black leather carry bag to put my clothes, the coat and my shoes into. "You're a hot dude man. Can't have you walking the streets with nothing that don't match your new image, now can we? Most un-cool!"

I was just about to leave when he stopped me. "Remember you have to bring it back by Sunday noon, It only works for a couple of days unless I inspect it and make it work permanent. And just three more things man. Like, this is really super important." He paused to let the point sink in then continued. "First of all." He said, handing me three small blue pills. "Take one of these exactly one hour before removing the costume to permit the suit to come off without you sticking to it.

"Second, I'm sure you noticed, like, that it feels real groovy and sexy. Right?" I nodded again and he continued. "If you want it to feel even better, rub just a little of this cream onto the outside of the suit in the areas you want to feel erotic. Know what I mean man?" He said with a wink "Works great, but don't over do it, it's pretty powerful stuff, and for sure don't touch it or put it directly on your skin!" He handed me a clear jar of a tan colored cream. The jar was a wide mouthed common jar used for canning and seemed like an awful lot of stuff for being so "powerful". There must have been nearly a quart of the cream in that jar. A handwritten label on the glass repeated what he had said.

"Third. Don't sleep in it! Like that really does the most un-cool damage to it. Damage it and I gott'a up the price. For sure, take if off each night, OK?" I wanted to ask what kind of damage but simply nodded. "OK. Seems easy enough. I promise. Oh, how do I care for this thing? How do I wash it out?"

"Just shower in it then take it off under the spray, wash out the inside with a mild soap, rinse it thoroughly and hang it inside-out on this. He handed me one of the large thick wooden hangers I'd seen on all the suits in the display. "Only thing I've found that'll hold 'em without breaking." I thanked him, stuffed the hanger into my new leather carry bag and strode boldly back up into the alley. He yelled after me "Have a nice day."


to be continued ...

[CelticMuscle]

You do realise that all that 60's hippie stuff is a complete media fabrication? I have yet to met anyone who was a hippie in the 60's who has dared to breathe a "Yo, chill man!"

There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy

-- LeatherGryphon --

[arpeejay]

Uh, CM, darlin', some of us were actually AROUND in the 60s. The stuff you see in Austin Powers and other places is *embroidery*, not fabrication. It just elaborates / dresses up stuff that was raelly happening. Ditto, with Starsky & Hutch and That 70's Show.

On the other hand, "Yo, chill dude" probably IS anachronistic. The "chill" part, anyway. "Yo" and "dude" wouldn't have been out of the ordinary although "man" would have been more common.

rpj

[arpeejay]

LG, I can't remember now -- was this part all you did with this story, or was there more? Either way, I *want* there to be more!

xoxo

richard

[funboy]

I'm a new member, but have been following the forums for some time. Just had to comment on the 60s discussion. "Chill" was never a part of this period (to my knowledge) - it was part of the surfer culture. The only "Yo" phrase of the time was as in "Yo-yo" which was a part-time hippie - usually a "straight" or "square" (nothing to do with sexual preferences) who opted into a "hippie" role as entertainment for the weekend. And the use of "man" instead of "dude" is correct. Dude was almost exclusively used in conjunction with black as in black dude.

[funboy]

I have followed your stories for quite some time, through Silicon Dog's site and MenOnTheNet (besides the Evolution Forum). Always enjoyed them. I don't remember this one, but as usual, most enjoyable. Like rpj I hope there's more to come.

Never thought I'd hear from so many entomology experts.

Well, considering that during my hippie period in the late sixties, I was a surfer, and our little "commune" had several surfers and black members and one guy from the metropolitan northeast who used "Yo" a lot, I think that pretty much covers the slang I used.

I admit that I wasn't an official card carrying San Francisco, Haight-Ashbury Hippie. Back then the official hippie slang manual wasn't on the internet yet so we had to make it up as we went along. Consider it a dialect.

I'm pleased that the story has not been overly offensive, so the second part (of five) is coming soon.

-- LeatherGryphon --

[omelissokomos]

My gosh I feel old... in Internet time. I remember reading this story in the All Male Muscle Archive many years ago. Thanks for bringing back many good memories gryphon.

[rockhopper]

Great story LeatherGryphon, but one little thing:
"Entomology" is the study of insects. "Etymology" is word origins.

Having said that, I don't think I remember hearing "chill" to mean "calm down" till at least the '80s.
I don't remember the '60s--I was only around for the last few months of the decade and the saying may have been current somewhere in the '70s.

Just my tuppence worth.

Oops,... but at least I spelled it right :-)

[redwolf64]

According to my Abridged Dictionary of American Slang (Chapman/Kiper), the phrase "chill out" was used in the 1970's and 80's. My Oxford Dictionary of Slang attributes it fully to the 80's.

Although neither mentions it, I'm 90% sure I've heard "Just chill, man" in a late 60's film.

[redwolf64]

... and while it's on my mind, how about posting "Minotaur Equation"? Now that's a nice story with mythological themes.

This chapter doesn't have a lot of muscle related stuff, it's mostly setup for the last three chapters. However, it might punch a few buttons for some people. Chapter three will be posted probably later tonight.

-- LeatherGryphon --

Not Just Skin Deep chapter 2 -- Billy

By LeatherGryphon

Story originally submitted to SiliconDog's site in 1997, Men On The Net in Fall 1998

Edited Spring 2004 to fix minor errors in grammar,spelling & plot points & submitted to "The Evolution Forum".

WARNING: This story is sexually explicit fiction and describes Male to male sexual practices. If you are underage or are offended by, or are hostile to this type of material then don't read it.

INVITATION: If on the other hand you decide to read this story and have intelligent, adult, constructive (non-flaming) comments, compliments or even complaints you may reply through the private mail service at this site. I will reply to sincere, helpful correspondence.

Enjoy!

Keywords: muscles, leather, motorcycle, gay, sex, transformation, costumes, rubber This version (2004) has been again re-edited to fix spelling and grammar but the story is almost identical with the original. - gryphon - (aka: Gryphon Tales, aka: LeatherGryphon)

Copyright 1997 by Gryphon Tales July 1, 1997; Copyright 1998 by LeatherGryphon Aug 1, 1998; copyright 2004 by LeatherGryphon, March 17



Chapter 2: Billy

I felt on top of the world. This costume was so fucking real. I watched my arms swing and expected to see creases in the rubber when I bent my arms. The surface stayed smooth though. It would stretch and contract without effort and never bunched up. Out here in the sun I could see the beautiful tan color it had. I had a gotten a good tan already this summer and when I passed a reflecting window I could see that the color of the torso had darkened to be exactly the same color as my face. The thich muscular neck area that he had worked on so carefully fit snugly high up my neck and showed thick, well defined muscles. I was gorgeous. The heavy thighs made me walk like a big bodybuilder, and my arms seemed to take on a new life swinging boldly to counter balance my new mass. Their position was somewhat wider than normal because of the powerfully wide lats pushing them away from my body.

I strutted proudly and confidently down the streets. The attention I was attracting pleased me to no end. I stopped into a corner store squeezing my huge new body through the narrow isles to buy a snack and a comb. Continuing down the street I flamboyantly used the comb several times while watching my admirers and my reflection in a store window to show off the massive arms.

I'd started out to get lunch this afternoon but the shop and this costume made me forget about work. When I remembered where I was supposed to be, half the afternoon was gone. Since it was Friday I decided to blow away the rest of the day there was some partying to get ready for. I headed for the nearest Metro stop to go home to drop off this heavy carry bag. On the way, an old- fashioned barbershop caught my eye. I had a flash of insight and entered the shop. I've been blessed with genes that had left most of my hair graying but still intact. There was nobody waiting and the one barber was reading the newspaper. He looked up at me and just stared nervously. I smiled to relieve the tension and told him I wanted a Mohawk haircut like from the 50's. His attitude changed and he said enthusiastically. "Really? I haven't done one of those in oh ... 50 years young man. You want it short, flat, and about two and a half inches wide, right?"

"Just about right. Make it an inch high all down the length, slightly flat across the top and trim the tail straight across just above the nape of the neck."

He nodded. "Yup, that's what I remember. None of that spiky punk stuff they go in for now days. OK, young man, that's just the right haircut for someone like you." I got into the chair and he pulled the cloth around my neck. I expected that working that close to me he would notice that I was wearing a costume, especially around the neck, but he never said anything. He did ask if I was a professional bodybuilder. I lied a little and said. "Used to be". I changed the topic and got him talking about himself.

The time passed quickly as he talked about the "old days". He worked quickly and proudly showed me the results. I was very pleased but had him lather up the sides and shave down to the skin instead of leaving clipper stubble. I paid his modest fee and added a decent tip.

The south end of the Metro was just around the corner. I bought my passcard and entered the platform. Rush hour was just beginning, so even though I'd missed the first train, there was another in less than five minutes. While I waited I caught lots of stares from people all over the platform, both on this side and across the tracks. Funny the way they would look up and down between my huge chest and my bulging crotch. I was loving it.

Most of the stares were from suited men. Though I especially liked it when I got a double take from guys walking with their wife or girl friend. I could almost feel the envy from the men. Muscles in leather with lots of skin showing, yea, they were wishing they had the balls to look like me. Literally. Yes sir! I was having a one hell of an afternoon.

I was home in twenty minutes. I went in to the bathroom to pee and worried a little bit about how that would work. Then thought about how I was going to shit. Damn, I didn't want to have to take this costume off for such mundane necessities. I was surprised to discover that peeing was as normal as ever except for the size and weight of the hose I was aiming. I decided to see if there was any way to crap without taking off the costume. I pulled down my leather pants and unbuckled the lower sections of the harness. Squatting on the toilet I felt for my asshole. Finding an entry I worked a finger into it. It was amazing how sensitive the outside of the opening was, almost like it was my own tissue. I penetrated further and could feel the soft warm tissue of the inside of my own hole. I never did find the actual edge of the costume but satisfied that everything at least lined up properly I decided that if I had to go, it could be done.

Semi-naked again I took the opportunity to carefully examine the costume. It was more incredible the closer I looked. I could find no seam around my neck which except for the dick and butt openings was the only other possible edge. The costume seemed to merge with my skin high up my neck. He must have glued it to my skin because I couldn't even peel an edge away with my fingernails. I wasn't even sure where the edge was. I could easily feel my hands caress the surface which was no longer cool to the touch but now felt like warm skin. The texture was even more like skin than rubber. The spongy nature of rubber had been replaced by the fluid redistribution of pressure like real flesh.

I had expected to get really hot in this all enclosing costume but never even sweated while walking in the sun. To all appearances this was my body now. I was really pleased. This thing must be incredibly expensive. I'd never be able to buy it but at least I had it till noon on Sunday and I was going to get the most out of it.

The next few hours were spent puttering around the house naked and glancing at myself in every mirror I passed. I felt very horny and jerked off several times. The experience was intense. Great bursts of cum rocketed out of the huge dick. The scrotum would even contract pulling those great balls tight against the base of the cock just before I came. The sensations sent me into ecstasy for several minutes afterward.

Finally it was late enough to put on my new leathers again. I picked out a few other small accessories and a couple of colored handkerchiefs to match my mood then grabbed my helmet and pulled my bike off the center stand and nearly ran it into the wall of the garage. It seemed incredibly light. I put the kick stand down then went over to the Olympic bar set up for bench pressing to test my new strength. I already had all my weights on it but was able to do three sets of twenty reps without even trying. Switching position I stood and grabbed it underhand. I was able to curl it easily.

Excited about my apparent new strength I wanted to continue working out but I had plans for tonight, so maybe tomorrow... I backed the bike out of the garage and swung my huge thigh over it and settled into position. Damn what a picture I must have been. The big bike seemed smaller now. These extra muscles, if they were real, would probably put forty or fifty pounds on my body and I felt like a leather monster on my black monster bike.

The narrow twisty back roads through the country into the inner suburbs of the city was my favorite route. Eventually I had to take the Interstate and opened the throttle up to about ninety five a couple of times. Not safe but a hell of a lot of fun whenever I had the nerve to try to get away with it. I pulled into the city across the bridge and leaned deep around the curves of the expressway to where it dumps you right into the middle of the downtown. City traffic brought me back to my normal cautious driving. The short trip past the Government buildings and to the leather bar ten blocks beyond through the convoluted streets and circles of the city took almost as long as the ride in from the suburbs.

This early in the evening there were plenty of parking places near the bar. I pulled in right in front where the "Reserved for Motorcycles" sign was. It usually didn't work and nine times out of ten there were two cars where you could easily park seven or eight bikes. I pulled around and backed the bike into just the right place so no car could get in. The old three story brick building was dark inside but this early I knew it would be nearly empty. Just a few local regulars at the bar. Nobody recognized me or if they did, it was impossible so they dismised the possibility. I strode to the restroom at the far end giving a quick nod to the downstairs bartender as I passed him. I could see him watching me from the moment I entered. Yea, I thought, this was going to be a fun night.

The light in the restroom was always way too bright. I checked myself out again in the mirror. Shit I was huge. I moved to the urinal, unzipped my leather jeans and pulled out the enormous cock to relieve myself again. One of the men who had been sitting at the bar came through the door and was obviously cruising me while I peed. I'd seen him before but never paid much attention because he was always with someone else. I could see in the reflection of the chrome plumbing that he was glancing back and forth from my monster cock to my massive chest muscles exposed by the unzipped jacket. I started to shake my tool to remove the last couple of drops when he dropped to his knees, bowed his head and asked quietly but clearly. "Sir. May I wash that for you Sir?"

Not quite prepared for this blatant display of submission, it took me a moment to respond. Finally I reached down and put my hand on the back of his head.

Not quite prepared for this blatant display of submission, it took me a moment to respond. Finally I reached down and put my hand on the back of his head and pulled it gently toward my crotch.

He walked his knees closer to me on the hard tile floor and began to lick the still moist cock. Immediately it stiffened and started to rise toward his mouth. Without using his hands which were still in perfect position on his thighs he opened wide to let the stiff tool enter his mouth.

With practiced skill he took that huge thing deep into his mouth and eventually down his throat. He gagged slightly a couple of times but obviously knew how to control the natural reaction. His warm mouth excited me even more and as I grew it became more difficult for him to keep the stroking invader going all the way in. Within a few moments I felt the need to cum and signaled him that I was nearly ready.

He gave a few more wet strokes then let it plop out and began licking the side of it again. As my cock rose higher still he twisted his neck and moved under it to try to suck one of the huge balls into his mouth. He never got it in before I started grunting in a rising crescendo terminating in three loud bursts of noise that were surely heard out in the bar. The cum flew over his shoulder and splashed against the wall behind him. I backed away slightly. Resuming his head down, kneeling position of an experienced slave, he waited for me to make the next move. Following through with the scene I said "Good job boy. After I leave, clean up the wall and meet me at the bar." I zipped up my pants, washed my hands and left the bathroom with him still quietly waiting, kneeling in perfect position.

Entering the dark bar again it took a moment for my vision to adjust but I was greeted by a round of sparse applause that confirmed my expectation that I'd been heard. Grinning widely I approached the bar. Pulling out a stool, I swung my massive leather covered thigh around it and sat down heavily. The bartender was waiting for me and I automatically ordered my usual vodka tonic and added the habitual "Squeeze the lime" request.

"Billy do a good job for you?" The question had come from the way up the bar so everybody heard it and from their looks they were all waiting for my reply. I thought for a moment then came up with, "Well, with a little more training and a proper exam he just might get his license." That must have been what they wanted to hear. Laughter filled the room. Several probaby true but less than complementary comments about Billy were made around the bar and I overheard one big guy say "Hell, I'd drop to my knees too if I had a chance with that bull." That remark re-enforced the realization that I looked huge to everybody.

The bartender returned with my drink and said. "On the house. Thanks for the entertainment, it was getting a bit slow in here." Pulling out a bill, I pushed it to his edge of the bar. "My pleasure." I responded. We grinned at each other and he took the tip.

Billy emerged from the restroom and looked around for a moment. After his eyes adjusted he started coming toward the bar. I was about to ask him what he wanted to drink when he dropped to his knees again at the base of my stool. OK, I thought. He wants to keep this scene going. "I didn't tell you to kneel." I said accusingly. He looked up into my eyes and I immediately pushed his head down and gruffly said, "That's two mistakes in ten seconds who the fuck trained you? Now stand and wait!" I turned my attention to the bartender again who was watching this scene unfold. "What's he drink?" I asked.

"Jack and coke." Was the reply. I turned back to Billy behind me and looked him over. He was standing straight with his head slightly bowed looking at an empty spot on the bar top. I judged him to be in his late twenties, about 5' 8". Blond crewcut hair, high cheek bones, slim athletic build, jeans and black tee shirt. Not a bad package. I'd always liked small men. Easy to throw around in bed. My bulging crotch started getting tighter and I adjusted my position on the stool to relieve the pressure. "Are you ready for a drink boy?"

He answered with a firm, clear, confident "Sir. Yes Sir!" and remained in standing submissive position. He was careful not to glance toward my eyes. I watched him for a second then pulled out the stool on my left. "Sit." He glanced at the stool then sat down still avoiding my eyes. "Time out. Relax and talk to me." I said relieving him from the role temporarily. His position shifted toward me a little and he said "You sure are big all over." The bartender was still watching us. I nodded to him and then at Billy and reached for my wallet while he went away to fix the drink.

"You like big men?"

"Yes sir. I think they're really sexy. You're really sexy. I love your Mohawk and your muscles. Hot man!" He said closely eyeing my chest.

I reached, grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to my bulging pecs. That was all the prompting he needed. His hand slid erotically into the open jacket, over my chest and struggled to fit under the strap of the tight leather harness. He felt down my hard rippling abs and back up to the pecs. He teased around the generously shaped nipple then twisted it gently. The sensation went straight to my crotch and my hormones were ramping up into overdrive. I could see he wanted to touch more. I ordered him to help me take off my jacket. He got off his stool and pulled the coat back off my massive shoulders. As the heavy leather fell free of my arms its weight surprised him. I stood up and he slipped it over the stool under me. He stood behind me for a moment. "You want to feel my shoulders and arms. Don't you?"

"Yes sir, may I?"

"Knock yourself out boy. Do a good job and maybe I'll take you home with me."

"Yes, SIR!" His enthusiasm was contagious. His hands caressing my new bulging traps and delts felt electric. I leaned my huge arms on he bar and hunched my back in pleasure. I swear I could feel the muscles of my shoulders and back bunch up massively. He grabbed huge handfuls of muscle on my back and neck massaging the tension out of them. Lower went his sensuous hands, down around my wide wing like lats. He leaned against me to get his hands around onto my chest. He teased my tits and hugged me warmly.

I straightened up on the stool, turned, put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine. We kissed deeply and wetly for several minutes. With one hand I massaged the back of his neck. With the other I felt his crotch and discovered his stiff cock straining to be free. He moved around in front of me and pressed his butt up against my huge bulging crotch pulling my ham-like arms around him across his chest. As I hugged him and mock fucked him he felt my arms and forearems with growing enthusiasm. I nuzzled his neck and licked behind his ears and along the underside of his jaw line. He shivered with excitement and moaned softly.

Someone in the bar mockingly yelled "Get a room!"

The spell was broken. He stood up, turned and we kissed gently a few more times. He sat back on his stool and took a big gulp of his drink. He made a sour face briefly as the strong taste spread through his mouth and down his throat. I took another sip from my glass and breathed a sigh of relaxed pleasure.

We talked quietly for a long time but drank very little. We touched on the subject of our sexual preferences and I was not discouraged. Several people that I knew passed by us and gave me a thorough stare but none of them recognized me, or if they did, didn't believe it could possibly be me. Finally I knew it was time to leave.

"You know how to ride bitch on a bike?" I asked.

"Yes Sir. My master had a bike before he set me free a couple of weeks ago." He said slowly. His words hadn't told the whole story. I'd seen it over and over again. He been dumped. However, I respected this boy's attitude to the situation. This was a true slave. He liked being totally submissive. I'm not what you would call an absolute "Top" but I have been on both sides of the scene for years and know more than the basics. I could probably give him the domination he craves and in turn he could help teach me my role. I know that treated properly this young man would be a faithful lover for a lifetime. A rare commodity in the gay community.

I looked around the bar. It had started to fill up as the Friday night crowd gathered, anxious to start their weekend. Well. I thought smugly. I've beaten them to it. Looking back at Billy I asked if he had a jacket with him.

"Yes sir." He said as he quickly checked by looking back at the stool where he had been sitting when I had come in.

"Let's go then." He needed no further encouragement and quickly retrieved his denim jacket. I put on my own new heavy jacket and headed for the exit. There were five bikes now parked in our spot. I was pleased that my selective parking had worked. My helmet was locked on the side of my bike. I unlocked it, then opened one of the luggage bags and pulled out my extra helmet. It was a little loose on him but would do. We rode carefully through the city then merged back onto the Interstate. I opened it up fast enough to be fun but not so fast the Friday night speed patrol cops would be likely to stop me. No back roads now. I wanted to get us home quickly. He held on to me tightly most of the time. I enjoyed the feel of his arms around my massive body as he shifted his hips closer to mine.

By time we got to my place it was almost midnight. I reached into my jacket pocket and pressed the button of the garage opener. We eased into position next to my car. The resonance of the room amplified the strong smooth thrumming of the powerful engine. I put my feet down, turned the key, and silence returned while we dismounted. Looking around I grabbed a leather collar sitting on the garage shelf where I'd left it after cleaning it last week. When we reached the kitchen at the top of the stairs I turned to face him, then reached up and fit the collar around his neck. A quick snap of the tiny padlock said he was now mine. Instantly he fell into the appropriate role and assumed a totally submissive standing position. Using a firm, dominant re-assuring voice I ordered. "Kneel in the center of the floor facing the sink and wait!"

Without hesitation he complied exactly, assuming a well practiced perfect position. Hands centered flat on his thighs, fingers together pointing toward his knees, butt resting on his heels. Back straight. Head down, looking impassionately about three feet in front of him at the empty floor. Pleased at his skill and training I smiled internally, closed the door to the garage and left the kitchen knowing he would be exactly there when I returned, no matter how long it took. Yes. I thought. This WAS going to be a fun night. For both of us.

I went to the bathroom to pee. The mirrors attracted me again. Damn I was hot! Hot leather muscle stud. Muscle bound ultimate masculine man. Stud leather top with his willing slave waiting patiently for whatever attentions would come his way. The thoughts excited me. I shrugged off the massive leather jacket letting it fall heavily to the floor. I reached up to feel my huge chest again. Absolutely marvelous! I was beginning to believe that this was my own body. It felt like my body. It moved like my body. It even smelled warm and sweaty like my body. I could detect no trace of the telltale neoprene scent that it originally had.

Remembering my waiting slave, I set about preparing my makeshift dungeon. Lighting, towels, lubricant, rubbers, restraints, toys and music. Good thing someone had left a bunch of king size rubbers here once, although I never thought I'd need them for myself. I checked the sling carefully to assure it would withstand another nights use. Satisfied that the physical scene was set, I returned to my slave knowing that he would probably be starting to feel uncomfortable by now. It was my job to now relieve his discomfort and start the psychological scene rolling. Keep him guessing all evening long.

My boots were silent on the thick oriental rugs. Stopping in the door to the kitchen I watched him siting in silence on the cold, hard, tile kitchen floor. He was exactly as I had left him. "Adjust right." I commanded from behind him. He promptly lowered his right hand to the floor and let his right butt cheek lower to the floor taking the pressure off his feet and knees. His gaze remained downward quietly waiting for the next command. I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out and opened a couple of beers. I placed one of them on the table, walked in front of him and poured the cold brew on his head and down his back. The shock made him gasp but otherwise he accepted the humiliation quietly. I let the frigid liquid soak into his hair and clothes while I drank the other beer. "Stand, face me and strip." I ordered.

His athletic build allowed him to rise gracefully. He unbuckled his belt, yanked out his tee shirt and pulled it over his head. The pants fell to the floor and he easily stood on one leg in turn to completely remove the faded torn jeans. Leaning over he untied his gym shoes and kicked them off. Again, easily standing balanced on one leg he removed his socks, then slipped his jock strap down and flipped it off his foot. He resumed a standing position carefully avoiding my eyes.

This boy was really beautiful I thought. Not a lot of muscle but he was lean and firm with smooth young skin not yet affected by age. His crotch sported a decent sized tool, semi-stiff and surrounded by a patch of fine blond hair that had obviously been shaved from his dick and balls but now showed a couple weeks growth. His hairless scrotum held his large balls hanging heavily between his slightly separated legs.

"You understand that until our relationship evolves to the where I give you permission to call me "Master" this is entirely consensual don't you? All you have to do is say 'Enough' and I'll immediately stop whatever is happening and change the scene. You are free to leave at any time if you want to. I'll even take you wherever you want to go."

"Sir. Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir."

"All right, lets get to it. First, pick up your clothes, empty your pockets and stuff all this wet stuff into the washing machine in the garage. Soap's in the cabinet above it. Second, grab the mop in the closet next to the washing machine and mop up this beer. Third, take a shower, down the hall to the right, and clean out your butt thoroughly. I don't want to deal with any shit tonight. Fourth, follow the hall to the end and take the stairs down to the dungeon. I'll be waiting for you.

to be continued ...

Oh, about "The Minotaur Equation". I'm editing it and creating some Poser images to illustrate it. I'll post it later this spring.

Here's chapter 3 of "Not Just Skin Deep".

-- LeatherGryphon --

Not Just Skin Deep chapter 3 ? First Rule

By Leather Gryphon

Story originally submitted to SiliconDog's site in 1997, Men On The Net in Fall 1998

Edited Spring 2004 to fix minor errors in grammar, spelling & plot points & submitted to "The Evolution Forum".

WARNING: This story is sexually explicit fiction and describes Male to male sexual practices. If you are underage or are offended by, or are hostile to this type of material then don't read it.

INVITATION: If on the other hand you decide to read this story and have intelligent, adult, constructive (non-flaming) comments, compliments or even complaints you may reply through the private mail service at this site. I will reply to sincere, helpful correspondence.

Enjoy!

Keywords: muscles, leather, motorcycle, gay, sex, transformation, costumes, rubber This version (2004) has been again re-edited to fix spelling and grammar but the story is almost identical with the original. - gryphon - (aka: Gryphon Tales, aka: LeatherGryphon)

Copyright 1997 by Gryphon Tales July 1, 1997; Copyright 1998 by LeatherGryphon Aug 1, 1998; copyright 2004 by LeatherGryphon, March 17



Chapter 3: First Rule

I was correct in thinking this boy knew how he wanted to be treated. We played games for several hours. He was very good at giving me feedback about his pain/pleasure limit. Years of being on both sides of this type of hard adult play had convinced me that the concepts of "Top and Bottom" were entirely relative. I was getting pleasure from seeing his reactions. He was getting what he wanted and in some symbiotic mechanism I was under his control. Top/Bottom, it all depends on who's giving or teaching who what.

The last session had been particularly intense. We were both exhausted. I wiped the sweat from the beet red swollen flogging marks on his back, butt and outside of his thighs then helped him stand fully upright again. We kissed gently. He thanked me for my attentions and I complemented him for his skill at taking them. We never did get to handball but I knew there would be more opportunities. Once I had him up and steady on his feet I grabbed another towel and started wiping the sweat from my huge body. I stopped half way down my arm and realized that I was really sweaty all over, crotch, armpits, chest, back, and neck. I was sweating right through the heavy rubber muscle costume I was wearing.

I glanced at the clock. It was well after three in the morning. Confusion from the exhaustion and late hour made me re-think about the situation. I remembered that I'd been warned not to sleep in the costume. I had to shower and remove these muscles but then I'd be disclosing my secret to Billy. I wasn't sure how he'd take it. Finally I decided that if we were to have a future he had to accept me as I really was. I reached for where the concealed zipper should have been but couldn't find the edge of the flap that covered it. I searched for several minutes then realized Billy had been watching my frantic efforts. His eyes asked the question he wouldn't say without being given permission to speak. I stopped my efforts with the zipper and told him to sit.

After explaining the whole situation of the costume I asked him to take a shower with me and see if we could find the zipper and remove this body suit. The shower felt good. I could feel the sting of the high pressure spray from the shower head on my massive muscles. It was strange lathering up my huge body and Billy eagerly volunteered to help. The shower session was erotic in itself and we played with each other again. Both of us were able to cum once more even though we had both cum several times already tonight.

We rinsed off one more time and I turned my back to him so he could search for the zipper. Perhaps the effect of the water or the soap had done the trick because he found it immediately and pulled it down to the base of my spine. He helped me loosen the flaps of back muscle and work them over my shoulders. The chest came loose with a sucking sound. The arms turned inside out as I pulled out my own arms. Now the whole top of the costume hung around my waist. We worked the material loose from my hips and eased it down my legs. Finally I extracted my feet from the end of the rubber legs. The pile of skin colored rubber lay at my feet and I felt naked and embarrassed in front of Billy. I felt I had lied to him. I showered myself quickly, then he helped me rinse out the inside of the limp rubber, then wash it carefully with soap and rinse it out again. Then I remembered the first rule, but the costume had come off easily so I figured I hadn't done any damage to it.

We dried ourselves off. I found the strong wooden hanger and we hung the heavy limp mass of inside-out rubber muscles like a jumpsuit onto the shower head pipe. I'd removed his collar before we entered the shower so we had dropped the master/slave roles during while cleaning each other and had talked about this situation. He realized my feelings about this and said he didn't care that it was a costume. I was still a good man and one hell of a sex partner. Yea, the suit was fun and he would really like me to look like that but it wasn't all that important.

His wisdom surprised me. I was really lucky to have found this young man, I thought. How could anybody dump him? I suggested that we go to bed. He snuggled up in front of me in bed and I wrapped my puny seeming arms around him. We were asleep in minutes.

...

I woke surprisingly early to an empty bed. My head ached and I was groggy. A quick check revealed Billy was not in the room. Forcing myself out of bed I headed for the bathroom. I ached all over like I'd done a really heavy workout at the gym after a several week layoff. Terrible muscle pain and stiffness. I peed and rubbed my face and upper body with a cold wet washcloth to try to wake up quickly. It helped a little. Checking myself in the mirror my reflection looked gaunt and older than it should. I was awake enough now to examine myself more carefully and saw that my body looked somewhat thinner than yesterday morning. My penis had even shrunk more than normal and my balls hardly had enough weight to distend the scrotum sack. Shocked at my apparent loss of weight and masculinity I stepped onto the scales.

Twelve pounds less. Damn, I was twelve pounds lighter and it showed. My skin was wrinkled as if it was a nearly empty balloon. It would take me months to regain twelve pounds of muscle in the gym. The costume. I thought. My wonderful costume where was it? There was the empty hanger on the shower rod. Billy. Damn him, he's stolen my beautiful costume, my body, my phenomenal muscular body. Fuck him. I'll find him and wring his traitorous neck. Furious I rushed out of the bathroom naked checking every room in the house. I found him in the dining room and wearing my costume. MY costume. MY body.

"Take it off. NOW." I shouted. He was posing in front of the mirror wall. I saw both his back and front clothed perfectly in my body. He was a good four inches shorter than me but the costume had shrunk proportionately to fit him as well as it had me. The morning light showed that the suit had also changed color like a chameleon to match his lighter face color. As hugely muscular and gorgeous as he was, I was still insanely mad at the thought that he dared wear my muscles. MY manhood hung from his crotch like a fantasy barbarian porn drawing. Seeing it on him taunted me to blind fury. I forced my painful body into motion and rushed at him to try to throw him to the floor but he brushed me off like midget and I crashed into the table. Dazed, I struggled to my feet and swung my fist at him wildly. He stopped my fist inches from his handsome face holding it firmly with his massive arm. Despite my best efforts to resist him he easily forced my arm down and behind my back. His other arm wrapped around me holding me immobile. I struggled uselessly against his incredible strength.

"Mike. Mike, stop it. I'll take it off. He implored. I just wanted to try it. It's beautiful isn't it?" I struggled for a few moments longer but my emaciated body lost it's puny strength quickly and I had to rest.

When he sensed that I was no longer struggling, his arms relaxed a bit and I slid to the floor as my knees collapsed under me. I sat on the floor panting and weeping.

"Forgive me Sir. I didn't mean any harm. I just wanted to see how I would look with huge muscles like you. Please forgive me Master." His pleading and genuine remorse and especially his deliberate choice of the word "Master" reminded me of our budding relationship. I hadn't given him permission to call me Master yet. His voluntary admission of total submission indicated his view of our relationship. He wasn't playing the role. He genuinely lived the role and had already yielded himself to me. I turned my head around and upward to see him staring at my collapsed sobbing form at his feet.

Coming around in front of me his huge muscled arm reached down to help me up. "I'm sorry Sir! Please help me out of your costume, I can't find the zipper." With his help I stood quickly. The strength had returned to my legs and I stood although somewhat unsteadily. He kissed my cheek and washed the tears from my face with his tongue. His sensitive attention eased my pain and aroused me. We kissed tenderly for a while. He admitted that he loved the suit of muscles. "It feels so wonderful Sir. It makes me feel like you are making love to me all over my body.

It's still warm and I can feel you surrounding me like when we were sleeping. I really don't want to take it off but I will for you. We then started trying to unzip the costume. I couldn't find the zipper either. There was absolutely no seam to show where the flap of material covering the zipper should be. There wasn't even any noticeable bulge of a zipper under the "skin". I checked the area of his neck where the edge of costume material should have been but could find no indication that these huge muscles were not part of his own body. Was this the way it had looked on me? I thought. What kind of costume was this? Incredible. I had to get it back on. I was getting frantic looking for a way to get it off of him.

"Stop it Sir. Mike, slow down. There must be a way. We took it off you last night. How did we do it?"

"The shower. I said excitedly. The shower, we were in the shower. He grabbed my hand and led me like a little child toward the bathroom. Without waiting for the water to warm up we turned the spray on full and both quickly started getting completely wet. The shock of the cold water made me shiver violently until the temperature rose. He reached down and adjusted the hot faucet to keep the water from scalding us. For several minutes we searched for any sign of a seam in the costume. Nothing.

"Soap." I said hopefully. Grabbing the soap from the tray he frantically lathered himself all over. "Here." I said loudly when I noticed a slight crack running down his back. I slipped my almost nonexistent fingernail into the crack and lifted out a segment of flap about two inches long. Running my finger down under the flap the rest of it came loose in a smooth perfectly straight length of rubber-like material. A seam around his neck had appeared. I put my hand under the unzipped material of the costume and forced the knotted muscles away from his back. We worked it off his shoulders and arms then he helped me work the leg area down his own legs. Finally it was off.

I was desperate to put it on immediately and felt like pushing him out of the shower. At the last moment I found the control to stop myself. I looked down at my baggy skin and shrunken cock, then back at the pile of rubber muscles on the shower floor. "Look at me Billy. I've lost several pounds of muscle just by wearing that costume for fifteen hours yesterday.. I'm desperate to put it on again. It's like an addiction and it does something to you."

He looked at me like I was crazy then said. "But that's what you looked like last night when you took the costume off."

"NO." I shouted. I had a healthy, fit, body yesterday. Now I look like I haven't eaten for a couple of weeks." He looked me over then at the pile of bulging spongy, wet rubber suit crumpled in a huge pile at our feet.

"Really?" Was his simple reply.

"Yes. Damn it. Really! I said sarcastically. "This thing sucked over ten pounds of muscle off me yesterday. But I have an almost irresistible urge to put it on again. I'm afraid I will, and who knows what will happen to me next time. He looked deeply into my eyes then seeing my genuine fear, grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the shower, away from the innocent looking pile of rubber. "I'll dry it off and we'll take this thing back." He commanded.

to be continued ...

[arpeejay]

Before I even read these:

It's a minor point but I have a strong preference for seeing each new chapter as a separate posting. I know there are pro's and con's to both approaches but it makes it a little easier to find the component parts. My guess is that doing it that way makes it a bit easier for Flexodus to do updates.

Just my two centavos, of course, and I'm *thrilled* to see new chapters.

xoxo

rpj

who plans to bone up on them! :-)

[arpeejay]

Totally hot AND amazingly informative! How often does THAT happen?

More, more, more, soon, soon, soon!

Muchas smoochas...

Richard