Friday was a beautifully warm, “Indian Summer” early October day.  Randy rolled down the windows and cranked up the music as he headed for Rod’s house in the country.  He was feeling great – like a man about to be set free from prison for a crime he didn’t commit. He was wearing a tight fitting tank (thought he’d show Mr. Cox a little more skin on his second interview,) his 501s and sandals.  The year with his stepfather since his mother died had been miserable…and now – he was almost out of there!  Rod – Mr. Cox – told him to come by at six.  It was 5:45…a little early, but he was so eager that he couldn’t help himself.  He pulled up to the security gate and pressed the call button next to the keypad.  “Mr. Cox…this is Randy…a little early, I know…but…”
 
“Somehow I figured you might show a little early – I’m ready…c’mon in – park behind my Lexus.” 
 
The gate opened and he drove up the long, winding drive to a large, rambling ranch house…with a huge barn and stable complex behind it.  He parked and went up to the front door. Rod opened it before he had a chance to ring the bell. Randy was a little shocked – pleasantly so – at Rod’s dress.  He was shirtless – wearing a leather harness…straps over his muscular shoulders attached to a silver ring just below his big nippled pecs, with another strap running down his stomach and disappearing into unbuttoned waistband of his 501s.  His “mature,” hairy body was extremely well toned.  “Welcome, my young friend…to my home and “refuge!”
 
“Thanks…man, you look so…wow, I mean…um, thanks!”
 
“Well – so do you, so I guess we’re even in the compliment category!  My cook is off tonight, so I thought we’d just grill on the patio…and can enjoy our second ‘interview’ over steak…that ok with you?”
 
“Yeah – you got a cook?”
 
“Pierre – here three days a week, unless I’m having a party or something on the weekend – cool dude, you’ll like him when you meet him.”
 
“Damn, this is a nice place…”
 
“I’ll show you around later…let’s get those steaks on the grill!”
 
Randy watched as Rod grilled the steaks…being more and more impressed at his tight “mature” body.  He found himself really getting turned on as Rod had his back to him, grilling…and the muscles in his broad back flexed under the leather straps of his body harness.  His tight 501s hugged his firm ass – as did Randy’s – he really liked this guy!!  “I gotta get this job…this guy is so hot!”
 
They ate…playing “eye tag” constantly as they did.  “I like the fit of that tank, man…really shows your physique off.”
 
“I gotta tell you, Mr. Cox…”
 
“Gimme a break man…its ‘Rod…’ ”
 
“Um…Rod…I gotta tell you that you’re a whole lot hotter looking than I thought you’d be…and that leather…whew!”
 
“You like leather stuff?”
 
“Like…you mean, like what you’re wearing, or just ‘leather’?”
 
“Both, I guess…if I hire you, you’ll be wearing a lot of it.  I think it’s extremely manly…and makes a guy feel incredibly masculine.  Ever see a guy in a harness like I’m wearing before?”
 
“Um…no, not really – how does it connect…like – um, under your Levis?”
 
“Another ring that connects the front and back strap…I might show you later, if you want…!”  Rod knew he was baiting him maliciously…but he loved doing