Once A Fetish Always A Fetish

I would like to tell you about something weird that happened to me lately. I am a hetero man in my late 50s and I have been happily married for over 30 years now to a woman I love very much.

Nevertheless, I have this fantasy in my mind about wrestling a guy and applying (or suffering in) some sexually oriented holds. The thought of being pinned in a high schoolboy pin by someone and then being forced to smell the crotch of his jeans/ leather pants or Speedo is a huge turn-on for me and it has been this way as long as I can remember.

I never fantasized about having real sex with another man and I never did, the wrestling fantasy also never really happened. That is, when I was in college of course, there were a few occasions when it did happen but always very short and never so explicit.

A few months ago, my wife went on a long weekend with her tennis group, and I decided to go out and have a few beers in the town center, where we had just moved in. In the third bar I visited, I was sitting at a table, sipping my third beer of the evening and scrolling through my Instagram when, from the corner of my eye, I spotted a guy who was sitting alone at the bar, wearing rather tight-fitting black leather pants and a white t-shirt.

As always, leather pants drew my attention immediately and my gaze rested a bit longer on him than normal.

I turned back to my Instagram, but after a few minutes, he came over to my table, introduced himself as John, and asked if he could join me for a drink.

He seemed to be a sympathetic bloke so I said:

Of course, I am alone for the weekend so it's nice to have someone to talk to.

He first went to the bar to get us fresh beers and then sat down, positioning his chair so that he sat at the short side of the table instead of having his legs underneath it. This meant that during our conversation- mostly about the bars in the town because I was new here -I couldn't help but glance now and then at his leather-clad legs and crotch, I have a thing for leather pants. I must say, his were well-worn, I could tell by the cracks and wrinkles.

I was wearing tight-fitting jeans and combat boots and suddenly I realized that his gaze now and then rested on my legs and crotch as well. It was a confusing situation, I started to feel aroused and I didn't know how to handle this.

Then the situation became even more specific and arousing for me because he noticed a flyer on the next table about a wrestling gig coming up in a few weeks, and he said:

When I was a kid in college, we often wrestled each other after school and it was fun. I was rather good at it and often came out on top. Sometimes not, of course.

I said:

Well, we also did that, and most of the time we ended up in a so-called schoolboy pin, it was fun.

Then he started telling me: when I was in high school, I didn't have much money so I only had one pair of jeans, which i wore day in and day out. I found out in those days that when I was pinning a guy in a schoolboy pin and he was bucking too hard trying to escape, I only had to shove his hands underneath his head, pin his wrists under my shins, and push his face against my jeans. That made most of them meek and submissive. It became my signature finishing hold, only a few managed or even tried to escape.

Hearing this I felt my face turn red and I said:

And now you changed the jeans to leather pants, you also wear them every day?

John smiled and answered:

Every weekend, yes. That means 4 days in a row because I work part-time. Ah, those were the days, I wouldn't mind feeling this kind of sensation again, only now I'm not a student anymore and it would be a little awkward to start a wrestling play with another guy at this age, don't you think?

I couldn't believe I did but I heard myself say:

Well, I wouldn't mind doing this myself, but I wouldn't know where to do so.

It seemed that John's apartment was only a 2-minute walk from the bar and so ten minutes later I found myself laying on my back on his carpet, looking up to him standing over me, staring right into his leather-clad crotch. Slowly he lowered himself onto my chest, shoved my hands under my head so it lifted from the floor, and pinned my wrists under his shins.

It left me with my face only 10 cm from his pants and I could see that he had a boner outlined in the leather, right before my eyes. The scent of his trousers was filling my senses and I knew he was going to move higher on me and make me submit to his crotch, and when he did I sniffed it audibly and for as long as he held me there, which was at least for 5 minutes.

It smelled not only like leather but his musk and sweat were also noticeable in the fabric and the whole situation was bringing me to the edge of coming in my jeans.

Then he turned around into a 69 position and with my face still buried in his crotch, I felt and heard him also push his face into my jeans-clad crotch which was of course impregnated with my manly scent. Almost at the same moment, we broke the hold because of the intensity of the action, trying to avoid creaming our pants.

This was not so long ago, so I don't know if it will happen again. I haven't revisited this bar yet because it makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but it was an encounter I will not forget and it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to explore a hidden fetish.