NM-142 I Like It Rough
I Like It Rough
New Male
NM-142
$3.95
Prologue
Even though Dirk was a veteran of the annual Mister Leather competition, he had to admit that the pre-judging was turning into quite an ordeal this year.
For one thing, it was incredibly hot out there on the stage, standing under those fierce, glaring lights. Even though all of the contestants were naked except for the briefest and most revealing of posing trunks, they were breathing hard and sweating so much that they were literally dripping onto the stage at their feet. It took a great deal of will power and concentration not to squint in an effort to block out some of the blinding glare.
Dirk was glad that he’d had his hair cut fairly short, so that it formed a neat, form-fitting skullcap of sorts set on his head, and that he’d also carefully trimmed his beard. He could feel thick, heavy, salty drops of sweat matting both his hair and his beard. Some of the other guys were beginning to look a little flustered and disheveled as the pre-judging process wore on.
His bright orange posing trunks were getting damp with sweat, too, but that didn’t particularly bother Dirk. The trunks were made out of a shiny, “wetlook” material in the first place, and, the sweatier they got, the more provocatively and revealingly they seemed to plaster themselves against his crotch and ass. They were practically transparent in front, in fact, as though he’d pissed himself, so that his cock and balls were clearly visible through the wet orange fabric. A couple of the judges, who were all seated behind a long table facing the stage, couldn’t seem to take their eyes off Dirk’s blatant genital display!
As his sweat slowly oozed up out of his pores, the baby oil that coated every visible inch of Dirk’s tanned body began to form beads and drip sluggishly down his brown flesh. It was uncomfortable, but he ignored the discomfort as best as he could and tried to pose in the same relaxed, self-confident manner he’d been projecting ever since he and the other guys had come out onstage.
At last it was his turn to step forward a few paces and stand there, virtually naked ae he was, to answer the judges’ questions. He was careful to maintain eye contact with whoever was addressing him, and not to smile too much. This was serious business, to this hard-core S-and-M crowd! Any Levity was sure to cost a contestant points.
“All right, Dirk,” one of the judges, a balding, musclebound number began casually. He sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his barrel chest and flexing his biceps. He looked Dirk up and down, very slowly, like an official inspector examining a freshly-butchered side of beef. Dirk returned his gaze, politely, unemotionally.
“You’re well known in this town,” the judge said at last. “Everybody knows that you can play both top and bottom man. My first question is, which role do you prefer in an all-out S-and-M scene?”
“I’d have to say that it depends upon my partner in the scene,” Dirk replied without hesitation. “I prefer, all things else being equal, to have sex with a man who’s as versatile as I am, who can play both ends.
“But, if my partner’s better at one role than at the other. I’m happy to put my own preference aside in order to accommodate him. That’s what the leather scene is all about, after all-give and take.
“Personally, though, I think a really good bottom man is less frequently found than a top man of equal accomplishment. I know it’s a cliche, but you do have to be an experienced bottom man in order to play top.
“So, I’m proudest of my skill as an M,” he concluded modestly.
The judge nodded, and seemed impressed. He pulled a piece of paper in front of him and glanced at it.
“You say on your contestant’s questionnaire that you don’t practice leather sex exclusively,” he pointed out. “Why is that, since you’re so good at it, by all reports?”
“Thanks for the compliment, sir. I’ll try to live up to my reputation,” Dirk said, permitting himself the ghost of a smile.
“Seriously, though, I’ve never felt the need to cut myself off from all sorts of gay sexual expression,” he went on. “To put it bluntly, I still enjoy all sorts of sex with other men.
“And, I think that I can help other gay men understand the leather scene a little better by being approachable. I hope there’s nothing stuck-up about me. I’m proud of being a leather master as well as a good bottom man—I really do think we are the elite.
“But, if we don’t circulate among the gay community as a whole, we can’t show other gay men that Leather sex is a viable way of life. We can’t recruit if we scare them off. And—we can’t fully appreciate what we do in our scenes unless we know, first-hand, what other men are doing in bed.”
The muscular judge really was impressed, Dirk could see, and he wasn’t trying to hide it.
“One last question,” he said, sounding as though he was reluctant to let Dirk go, “even though you may have already answered it. You’ve obviously had all sorts of sexual experiences with other men. You weren’t into leather from the moment you came out; you must’ve gotten into the scene gradually, the way most of us did. Now, from your present point of view, do you see those non-Leather experiences as so much wasted time, or not?”
Dirk didn’t even have to think about his answer this time.
“No, sir,” he said emphatically, looking the judge directly in the eyes. “Those weren’t wasted years at all—they taught me a lot about human nature, and they helped me to become the person I am today.”
As he began to elaborate on his answer, quickly warming to his subject, the words coming to him with surprising ease, Dirk found himself thinking back to that period in his life, when he was still experimenting, whoring around, before he’d committed himself to a leather lifestyle.
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