“Dad what the hell are you wearing?”
“Hey son, it’s the uniform of our biker club. While you were away at college a new neighbour moved in next door. He showed so many of the men here the strength of leather.”
“The strength of leather!?”
“Yes boy, you’ll learn to embrace the strength too. In fact my buddies and I prepared you a suit last night when I heard you were coming home. Here!”
“Dad what the hell, it’s covered in cum stains.”
“Don’t resist, I can see you’re already hard. You want to feel the strength the biker club have shot into this suit, embrace the leather and join us.”
“Fuck, the smell… I can’t resist, can’t stop myself stretching the cum soaked leather across my skin.”
I pull the rest of the suit over my body and as the zip closes around my neck, I unload into the crotch of my suit. My father does the same, heads rolling back in ecstasy as we feel the same pleasure in the strength of leather.