Every once and awhile, when I put on the right leathers, something strange comes over me.  It h

Every once and awhile, when I put on the right leathers, something strange comes over me.  It happened the first time I squeezed into a tight leather racing suit.  It was a used suit I bought on eBay, and luckily it fit just right, just tight enough. As I pulled it on, there was something indescribably satisfying about the snug fit on my legs, the feel of the leather compressing my hips and inner thighs, the way it felt on my calf muscles as I zipped up the ankle flaps.  It was gripping and supportive, and made me feel strong and powerful.  When got my arms into the jacket and zipped it all up, everything pulled upward, making it all that more snug, especially around my groin.  My cock had become rock hard and had nowhere to go but down my left leg.  It was an unexpected feeling, that full body encasement…like a hard-on that stretched across my entire body.

That’s why, of all the fetish gear I’m into, my first love is leather.