By BikerSubSlave
Tim had developed an interest in leather during his early years, mainly through seeing the odd leather clad biker passing through the small town he grew up in. Being a teenager in the pre internet years meant there was little information or support for Tim to access about being gay, especially as the cruelty of Section 28 imposed by the Thatcher government meant it had never been discussed in his school years.
Those adolescent years were a confusing time, not really understanding what it was to be gay, let alone understanding that being aroused by men in leather was totally normal. As was having desires that went beyond run of the mill sex that others seemed totally preoccupied with.
The struggle of working out who he was and balancing it with family life meant Tim hunkered down and realised his escape from the parental control and stifling nature of small-town life could come by going to university. The combination of wanting to go far enough away from home to have freedom to find out who he was and also have a vibrant gay scene meant London was the obvious choice.
Usually, it’s the decisions that I make quickly and then act upon them that are my best decisions. This telling will emphasize how a recent weekend (09/10/21 – 9/13/21) will have forever changed my life.
Don’t really know how I ended up where I did. Sometimes I think i’m crazy to stay here, and other times I think i’m just where I should be. I didn’t plan this: I just sort of slid into it. Not even sure how much further into slavery I can slide. Maybe tomorrow i’ll decide to call it quits, but I might just decide to stay put and ride it out. Kind of surprised how far i’ve gone. It just didn’t happen by accident though, I think it’s a bit like a storm. You can sense that one is approaching, seeing the clouds gathering and all, and you can either head inside and batten down the hatches or you can stay out in the thick of it. I guess I don’t know enough to come in out of the rain but I like splashing around and getting wet.