I'm Ivan, a guy who since I was 15 years old was attracted to leather, nothing more than seeing a man with a leather jacket would get my cock hard, but since I lived in Asunción, Paraguay, a very homophobic South American country, I always repressed my fetishes, I remember searching on the internet for men in leather (videos) my favorites to jerk off, that's how I lived my sexuality for a long time.

When my whole family moved to Spain, everything was easier for me, I already had a profile on your master, this same one.

I contacted a master (Sendraman) who lived relatively close to my house, after a few brief messages, he gave me his WhatsApp and his address, which gave me confidence, although it could all be a lie.

I looked at his photos and they turned me on, all in leather with leather chaps, leather slip, leather cock ring, leather ring for his spectacular balls, high boots, that I wanted to lick from top to bottom, lick his crotch covered in leather, inhale his smell mixed with the smell of leather, leather vests, leather bracelets on both arms, leather cuffs, and to top it off, leather gloves, but I never saw his face.

On his profile, it said that he was looking for leather sex, always in a bed.

Since it was my first time, and I liked his profile, without thinking, I decided, I prepared myself, cleaned my ass, put on my leather pants and boots and my biker jacket, my favorite, ready to have my first leather sex experience.

I remember that I was very nervous, my hands were shaking, I arrived half an hour early, all dressed in leather, but since it was in a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, I didn't care, that half hour seemed eternal to me, my fear was that he had stood me up, and that everything was a lie, I was about to go home, but the thrill won out and what if it was real? I asked myself, besides, I was already there.

At 5:00 PM sharp, I rang his intercom, I'm Ivan, master, I said with a lot of nerves, hello dog, I'm coming down, was what I heard, a few seconds passed and there he was, finally, I knew him.

A man of about 48 years old, with dark blond hair, and a long red beard, which caught my attention, hello, come in, he said, he turned around to go up the stairs, and I see that he's wearing leather boots with tips, tight jeans, and a round and firm ass, it seemed hard, if it were up to me, I would have thrown myself at his feet to lick his boots, but I told myself, Ivan, control yourself.

We went up to his house, and the first thing he said was, how long have you been in Spain, then he said, do you want a coffee.

We talked for a long time in the kitchen, at first, I thought he wasn't interested, then he says, well, I need to change, you make yourself comfortable, and then to what we came for, I just said yes, I listened from the living room, the sound of his leather, the sound of the zippers on his chaps, all that already made my cock d...