Mike raced home, glove in tow.
Mike could feel his heart pounding throughout his body. He couldn't tell if it was the running, the adrenaline from stealing the glove, or knowing he had 3 hours at home alone with his stolen glove.
All he did know was that he had to try this thing out.
Mike ran to his room and took off all his clothes. He always had a thing for tight shiny things and this glove just captured his imagination.
The glove was made of leather. Soft to the touch. It was black and somewhat shiny, but not overtly shiny like patent leather.
Incredibly, the glove stretched a few inches above Mike's elbow.
The glove was almost massaging him, no enveloping him.
The sight of his hand and arm in this new leather skin sent shockwaves of excitement through Mike's body.
Mike started stroking his now very erect member.
The touch of the leather on his cock was magical.
"WAIT" Mike though to himself. I need to . . .