There really ARE good people in the world. At least one of them is into leather.
My favorite leather cop, LeatherDehners, is a total stud. Why is that the case? Because he's hot, he's a cop who knows what he wants, he's into bondage and kidnappings, and yet a really nice guy. Just my kind of guy, right?
We've been friends for a while now. Last week on Saturday, we decided to leather up together and hit the Eagle on Underwear night, which would have been fun enough in and of itself (there's a clothes check in the underground, so it's a bunch of gay guys drinking and dancing wearing nothing but underwear and sneakers). We decided to take it up a notch though, going in leather.
I was actually in Minneapolis for Alter Ego at the Eagle, to which I had worn my Robin costume. (That event went amazingly well by the way!) I wasn't really prepared for the full meal-deal at the Eagle. I had my leather shirt, boots, and gloves with me, but just that day I had dropped my leather pants off at The Cockpit Project to get them hemmed and repaired. So I put all of that on and just went with a pair of jeans to go with it. Didn't look too bad.
When I got to the Eagle though, LeatherDehners had a surprise for me. He brought along a pair of chaps that he'd had for years but were too small for him, as well as a jacket. In the parking lot right there, I squeezed into them. They were TIGHT, but that's the point of leather, right? Honestly, they were a perfect fit in both length and width. Hugged my denim jeans like a glove. I'd never even worn a pair of chaps before and these felt incredible. I said thank you to him for letting me borrow them, but he answered with one of the nicest things anyone's done.
"Who said borrow? You keep 'em."
I know how expensive leather chaps and leather jackets are. Especially high quality, custom fit ones like the ones I was currently wearing. Sure, they may not fit anymore, but I know that leather has a decent resell value and that if he wanted, he could get a good amount of money for something that he never wears. But he gave all that up, and just let a young kinky guy who's short on gear have them, for free. I couldn't thank him enough, especially since they fit so perfect!
We spent our night at the Eagle having a few drinks and terrorizing a few gay boys in their underwear. SO much fun. Unsurprisingly, some vanilla-gay boy-fashionista, who was far too overweight for the skimpy little underwear he was wearing, started talking trash about the leathermen. I really felt the need to remind him that this was an underwear party; you're supposed leave your clothes at home, not your sense of tact. I also really wanted to know what kind of weed-whacker he got into a fight with to get that crazy ass inside-out mullet of a haircut he was sporting that night. :)
Back in my hotel, I was completely exhausted and ready for bed, still really horny and a little tipsy. I thought for a moment about taking everything off, but then I realized how sleep/comfortable I was wearing those leather clothes that I just went to sleep with them all on, shirt, jacket, jeans, chaps, gloves, and boots. I'd never done anything like that, but it was the most comfortable sleep I'd had in a long time.
Any gay boy can take it off. It takes a real kinky guy to know how to put it ON. Thanks to leather guys with golden hearts, there's one more kinky gay boy who can do just that.