HIGH AND ALONE

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Driving through the downtown of Palm Springs took a bit of time, since it is tourist season and all the snowbirds are out and about clogging the main roads. As he drove, Austin decided to use the air conditioning as much as possible to stay cool, but he was still sweating a good amount. He could feel the sweat pooling around his ass and in the feet of his boots. Looking down at one point in the drive, he noticed that the leather at the base of the boot was darker, showing the sweat soaking into the brown boot leather.  
Austin found this part of his day a bit adventuresome as he had never been to the tram. Now, he was going ride to the top of Mount San Jacinto, dressed in a couple layers of latex with western gear over that. He had no idea what to do after getting to the top of the mountain.  

Turning off Highway 111 as it made its way northwest to connect to the Christopher Columbus Highway, also known as Interstate 10, Austin brought his SUV onto the smaller road with the double yellow line that headed west, climbing up the mountain to the base station of the tram. That was when the footballer saw the real height of Mount San Jacinto. The mountain tram climbs nearly ten thousand feet in a few minutes, allowing tourists to escape the desert heat and enjoy cooler mountain air. 

Initially, the road to the Tram station wasn’t too hard to drive on, but slowly, the incline increased, and the road became very steep. This made the SUV engine work hard. Austin turned off the AC, hoping to keep the engine from working so hard. Plus, he climbed quickly, so he rolled down his window as the air cooled. 

Reaching the first parking lot, very far down from the tram base station, Austin realized that he would be climbing a steep path to get to the base station, making him sweat even more in his gear. Austin decides to find a closer parking space so he doesn’t have to work so hard and sweat like a pig in the rubber.

Driving his SUV to the lot closest to the station, Austin cruises the rows slowly, hoping to find an open space. Just as he is about to give up, he does find one, abruptly putting on his brakes. Backing a short distance, the fit of his vehicle between the others is tight, just like the rubber the footballer is wearing. Austin maneuvers the SUV into the parking stall, glad he won’t have to climb the entire distance.

Quickly, Austin exits the vehicle. Since he has to leave his phone behind, the quarterback decides he should get a printed ticket and then return his wallet and phone to his Porche.  Not excited about going back and forth and sweating further, Austin heads to the station to get his ticket.

Feeling self-conscious as he enters the base station, wondering if people suspect that the quarterback is wearing the full rubber under his clothing. As Austin makes his way to the ticket window, he realizes that no one is concerned about what he is wearing.
Another fear comes into play in the footballer’s mind that someone might recognize him as the football star he is. Austin keeps his hat pulled down to hide his eyes. 

Luckily, there isn’t a line at the ticket window to get a printed ticket, so Austin quickly gets the ticket and returns to his SUV.

 
After an hour on the mountaintop, walking the various trails, Austin finds a shady spot with a rustic bench made of a pine tree trunk and some rocks. While he was walking, Austin was getting horny, feeling the smoothness of the rubber against his skin. After sitting in the secluded spot, the quarterback took a moment to gently rub his crotch to stimulate his hard cock that was below the layers of denim and rubber. 

Now that he was sitting, the footballer could feel the sweat on his body flowing and dripping into new places. There was something erotic when he felt a drop of sweat leaving his shoulders, run down his back and drop down to his ass with the curve of his back. 
As Austin sat on the bench, he enjoyed the scent of the pine trees as the sun was warming the view of the mountain's edge towards the Coachella Valley, where the resort cities were spread out. The quarterback was also getting into people-watching since he had no device to look at.  Guy watching was a better description of what the quarterback was doing. 

There were some cute guys in the woods, a few that Austin wouldn’t mind taking deeper into the forest, tying to a pine tree and having fun with. Usually, the cute guy seemed to be coupled to a woman or with other friends or family. This is a vacation spot in the highlands more than a leather bar, thought Austin. 

After viewing out over the valley again, Austin spotted the fucking sexiest man in the forest so far. This dark-haired dude happened to be wearing motorcycle-riding leathers. This wasn’t the traditional black motorcycle leather but bright white with yellow and royal blue accents. The guy was just under six foot, brown complexion with close cropped black hair, the leather covering his entire body, except his head. 

With his face exposed, there is a brief flash where the biker’s eyes and Austin’s eyes meet. While the connection stayed in the quarterback's mind, there didn’t seem to be one with the biker. The biker continued on the trail towards the mountain station of the tram, leaving Austin alone on his bench in the trees.  

The quarterback couldn’t get his mind off that guy in the leathers. The boots were dirty white, well-scuffed from lots of riding. His hands were still in a pair of matching, armored riding gloves, the right hand was holding the helmet, with the silver shield open to air out the helmet's interior.

Austin watched as the biker went to the edge of the overlook, where the biker pulled out his phone to take some photos. The quarterback looks closer as the biker turns so that Austin can see the biker's face. The biker has a couple days of growth on his face which helps the biker to not have a baby face. Surely, this biker in the race-style leather is not too far into his twenties. His high and tight crew cut could mean that the dude is in service to the Marines out at Twentynine Palms in the high desert. Spinning on his boots, the biker holds up his device to get a selfie with the valley spread out behind him. That is when Austin gets a really good look at his face, a face with a very sexy smile as the sun reflects off his white teeth. 

A small grin appears on Austin’s face as he thinks how hot it would feel to slam his rubber-covered cock through those teeth and deep into that biker's throat. Is the dude a Marine? Wondered Austin. The quarterback laughed at himself; this is Austin’s fucking fantasy, so the biker is a fucking Marine. 

Reaching down to his crotch, Austin could feel his hardened manhood trapped in the rubber and denim, no doubt leaking some pre-cum with the sensations that were covering his skin and now the kinky thoughts of that biker that wasn’t too far away. 

The footballer catches himself fondling his manhood a bit too much, not wanting to get noticed by the few people who might walk by him on the forest trail, so he immediately pulls his hand away, laying it on his thigh. 

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Feeling thirst growing in his throat, Austin thinks about how to get some water before the time comes to return down the mountain on the tram. That is when he notices the biker returning to the mountain station. 

Deciding to find out what the biker might be up to, Austin rises to his booted feet, heading toward the biker as the two mix into the crowd of tourists growing as the trail gets closer to the tram station. 

With no real plan, Austin is just going to see what he might be able to do with the biker. Walking past a small patch of construction, Austin sees a roll of yellow construction tape that he grabs, sliding it under his jacket as the biker takes one of the glass doors into the building.

Shortly, Austin is through the doors, spotting the biker turning into the hall that is clearly marked for the restrooms. This brings a smile to the rubbered footballer as he continues to follow the biker, also turning down the hall. 

Pushing on the Men’s room door, it squeaks as Austin steps in; his boots steps are heard as the quarterback walks on the tile floor. A tiled wall faces the quarterback, who steps around the short wall to see the biker going to a urinal. This won’t provide any privacy, thinks Austin, so he rushes the biker, quickly shoving him into the larger stall for handicapped persons. 

“What the fuck?!” comes out of the biker as he struggles to make sense of what is happening. 

The two men work against each other as Austin wants to get the biker to his knees in the corner of the stall. The biker loses grip of his helmet, and the distinctive sound of the fiberglass of the helmet is heard striking the floor and bouncing a couple of times. 

“What the fuck you want, faggot?” asks the biker breathing heavily as he struggles to get the upper hand. 

The momentum of the struggle changes as Austin uses his strength training to gain control of the biker as he grips the collar of the leathers, leaning on the biker and looking him in the eyes. 

“This faggot is gonna fuck you up, shithead!” To show his dominance, Austin hocks a loogie on the face of the biker.

Since the quarterback has the upper hand at this moment, Austin quickly reaches into his jacket, pulls out the yellow caution tape and starts wrapping the tape around the wrists of the biker. Even as the wrap gets tighter around the leather wrists from the biker's gloves, the biker doesn’t give up, fighting back.

“You are so fucking dead when I get loose.”, grumbles the leathered biker.

“I guess I’d worry if I will be around when you get loose, but you’ll be here a while!” Austin laughs as he adds layer after layer around the biker’s wrists. 

Impressed that the biker is not being quiet, Austin decides that the biker understands his fate and that the quarterback is going to fuck his biker and leave him.

As Austin moves to tie the booted ankles of the biker, the footballer thinks there is nothing worse in the porn movies when guys do a bunch of yelling or protesting, knowing there is no way for them to escape. Seems like such wasted energy, when they should be focused on opening their holes and being prepared to serve their Masters!

With the ankles well secured, the quarterback takes the wrapped wrists of the biker, lowering them to the pipe on the toilet, then secures them with tape so this hot guy in the leather biker gear isn’t going to be escaping. 

Both breathing heavily, Austin tosses the tape roll to the ground, lowering his hand to gently stroke across his hard tool trapped in the rubber and under his Levi’s. 

Looking up at this stranger who has shoved him into the stall, the biker wonders why it was he who has been selected to suffer in bondage while being used sexually. 

Taking his gloved hand, Austin grips the biker’s chin, adjusting his head so that the quarterback gets his first really good look. Seeing the biker’s face for the first time without interruption, Austin loves his dark eyes while the leather creaks a bit as there is still a little fight in this guy in full biker leathers. As the leathered man calms, resigned to his fate, his chest heaves with a little sweat developing at the biker’s hairline, which Austin likes even more. 

Reaching across, Austin takes his gloved hand extending one finger and wiping the sweat away. “You are fucking beautiful. You happen to come my way when I am in a freaking horny situation.”

The biker looks at Austin and doesn’t say anything. Reaching down, Austin works his manhood out from under the zipper of his black jeans; a black rubber cock that is now fully aroused springs forward. Seeing that rubber dick, the biker exclaims, “What the fuck?!” 
The biker’s attention is focused on Austin’s crotch, which is directly in the biker’s face as the quarterback stands close to his leathered captive. The biker can see that his captor is eight inches fully covered in black latex. The rubber is so tight it exposes the veins of Austin’s manhood.

This sight causes the biker to look up at Austin as the quarterback smiles, nodding that indeed Austin’s cock is going up the biker’s ass. The biker immediately looks down again and takes a deep swallow. 

As Austin stands before the secured man in leather, his excitement is so strong that his cock bobs slightly from the constant flow of blood that is being pumped into it. Not even touching his rod, the quarterback can feel his pre-cum that has leaked into the latex, allowing the sensation of it moving across his sensitive skin. 

While the biker is anticipating being fucked, he feels his own dick growing inside his leather riding suit. Looking into the eyes of the man who has bound him in the caution tape, the biker feels like he’s seen this guy before. 

It isn’t long before the biker loses sight as the black latex-covered cock is working its way through the biker’s lips and deep down his throat, plunging the biker into darkness as Austin forces his crotch into the face of the bound guy. As the biker takes the dick into his throat, he can smell the denim mixing with the layers of rubber that the quarterback wears. 

The pistoning of the biker’s face is slow at the start as Austin takes a moment to create a rhythm for this skull fucking. In and out, the phlegm creates a smooth lube on the shiny black rubber that encases the linebacker's dick. Taking a tight grip of the biker’s head with his work gloves, Austin keeps a firm hold on the position this hole is at to make sure it is perfect for the overall face fucking that is occurring in the men’s restroom. Every few shoves, Austin drives his manhood deeper down the throat of the bound leather biker. Each step deeper causes the man to choke more, which the footballer feels as pleasurable pressure on his encased manhood. 

The sensation of the pre-cum inside the rubber sliding warmly against his bare skin on his cock is providing such enjoyment for Austin, a sensation he’s never experienced because he never really got into rubber. 

As his breathing increases, Austin decides that he is getting really close and really doesn’t know what it would be like to explode his load into the rubber that locks up his cock. But still, he has this fucking hot leathered biker bound in caution tape on the toilet. Swiftly pulling his manhood out, Austin grabs the biker by the chin, grabs the yellow caution tape, and starts wrapping it around the face and lips of the biker to silence him. 

After eight or nine wraps, the biker’s lips are secured and now speechless. With the taste of the rubber and his own phlegm, the biker watches as Austin tosses the tape, grabs the biker’s helmet and places it on the biker's head.

Grabbing the bound, leathered biker, Austin works the body around so that the biker is on his knees, his chest on the toilet seat, that ass exposed. As the quarterback gets the biker into position, he sees the biker’s leathers have a long zip that allows his ass to be exposed. 

This brings a smile to the quarterback’s face as he comments, “Fuck dude, you are a faggot, aren’t you?”

Slapping the biker’s ass a few times, Austin can hear the guy moan from inside the helmet as the biker's truth is discovered and that zipper access is going to be used as it was meant to be. A grin comes across the footballer's lips as his gloved hand grabs the metal zipper, slowly pulling on it as the leather separates. As the zipper is open, Austin sees that this leather biker who was protesting so much has no underwear on under his leathers. 

Now, the quarterback was congratulating himself for having gaydar senses so finely tuned he could pick out a submissive leather biker on top of the mountain. Looking down and seeing this guy in bondage, struggling in a helpless fight, gagged and helmeted, Austin couldn’t believe his luck. All this happens even when the footballer is on a mountain, in full latex and boots that another man made him put on, and that is now prepping for another level of control when the sun falls behind the peak. 

Moving himself into position so his hard rubber-encased cock will plunge right into the awaiting hole, Austin places his hand on the guy's back. The quarterback adjusts his weight and then lowers his manhood, with his cock head resting at the hole opening. Closing his eyes, the footballer feels the rubber that covers his entire body, tight against his skin, the sweat at times dripping down as he moves.

Allowing his weight to fall forward, Austin pushes his manhood deep into the hole of the biker’s ass as the bikers ass closes around the shiny black hardness, causing the biker to moan, feeling his ass fill slowly from the tightness of the edge of his hole into the deepness of his chute. 

Sliding in as far as he can, Austin feels the edge of the leather and zipper against the rubber on his crotch. Enjoying the tightness of the ass muscles as the fucking goes deeper, Austin sighs a bit, then slides his cock backward towards the exit of the hole. Before going too far, the quarterback pushes his dick back into the hole. Taking the pistoning from when he was skull fucking the biker, using it with larger thrusts with the hole this biker now has exposed. 

Soon, the two men have developed a routine to their fucking, as the biker provides a continuous moaning from under his helmet, now in the trance of enjoying being fucked by this stranger in rubber. The biker didn’t expect this when he stepped on the tram to explore the mountain. 

 

As for Austin, he never imagined that he would be able to find a biker in leather to fuck while wearing layers of rubber out in public under street clothes. When the quarterback was told he was going up the mountain to wait until later, Austin thought it would be boring. 

Well, boring it hasn’t turned out to be. This was one of the hottest sexual adventures Austin can remember, for here he was, in rubber gear under his regular clothing, alone at the top of a mountain, all his ID down in his vehicle, while in a little while, the footballer was going to be picked up by a stranger driving a van. Austin’s thoughts make Austin’s cock grow harder. His pace increases, creating foaming frottage before he groans from deep inside his chest, feeling his man juices shoot from his hole but finding nowhere to go but to fill the rubber that surrounds his manhood. 

Catching his breath, Austin gently pulls his hard pecker out of the biker's hole as a little of the frottage drips down the crease of the leathered biker's ass. Austin slaps the biker's ass.

“Was it good for you too?”

There is a slight nodding of the helmeted head as the biker moans with agreement that it was a good experience. 

Austin laughs while pulling up his jeans and putting away his rubbered cock. The footballer feels the creamy sensation as his cum slimes, his softening cock encased by the black rubber. Reaching down, Austin strokes the rubber-covered cock a few times, then stops knowing he needs to get his distance from the biker. 

Standing over the bound biker, Austin wonders what he should do with the biker. It would be fun to leave him to have to explain what is going on. But it might bring attention that he doesn’t need right now, especially if his face splatters all over the TV news. 
Breaking the tape to release the biker’s bondage, Austin pats the dude on his helmet, “You can get out of the rest. Thanks for a fun time!”

Austin makes his way out of the restroom as the biker rolls onto his ass, untangling the yellow tape so that he can ungag himself after pulling the helmet off. Sighing for a moment, the biker reaches down to his crotch to feel with his gloved hand the cum that he shot while being fucked. 

As the stall door sways, “Damn.” is all that is heard.

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