to time what he did about sex. Did he have a girlfriend? A boy friend? Call girls? Rent boys? I really had no idea. We settled down with a drink and he was talking about the fact that he was alone and it was nice to enjoy some company now and then. He gave an embarrassed chuckle and added that being alone meant that he couldn’t get any sex except by wanking himself, and did I know what he meant? I noticed that there was a bulge in his trousers as his cock was getting hard as he was thinking and talking about sex.
“Yes,” I agreed. “That is one of the disadvantages of being alone. It’s either a hand job, or a blowup dolly, or something similar.” I didn’t want to mention rent boys or hookers in case I picked the wrong gender.
He nodded agreeably and sipped his drink. “The trouble with wanking is, it gets boring after a while. And I do like a bit of excitement when I have sex.”
“Excitement?” I queried. He looked away and went a bit red.
“Oh, well, just something to add a little spice,” he said vaguely. By now, the bulge in his jeans was extremely large. I nodded in that direction.
“Looks as if you’re spiced up already,” I suggested with a smile.
He glanced down and chuckled again. “It’s been a long time,” he explained, “so it doesn’t take a lot to get me hard.” He chuckled once more as he looked at me embarrassedly and, without realising it, rubbed himself once or twice. The bulge was now big enough to show the outline of his cock inside his jeans.
“It looks to me as if you’ll have to do something about that,” I said. “It’s going to burst out in a minute.”
He laughed. “Not a lot I can do now!” he muttered.
“Oh, feel free,” I said. “You know where the bathroom is if you want to go and sort yourself out.”
He looked surprised. “You wouldn’t mind?” he asked. “I mean….if I went and…. sorted myself out, as you put it.”
“Not in the least,” I assured him. “Go right ahead if you want and I’ll refresh our drinks.”
He was now rubbing the front of his jeans as he stared at me.
“Well….if you’re sure?” he said doubtfully. I gestured to the stairs.
“Go and enjoy yourself,” I said with a grin.
“A different house, different place,‑ it might make all the difference,” he said and stood up. He was now quite blatantly grasping his cock from outside his jeans and gently rubbing himself through the material. “You’re very understanding,” he said sheepishly.
“It’s not a problem,” I assured him again.
He went upstairs and I heard him go into the bathroom. I busied myself making fresh drinks and after a while I called up and asked him if he was okay. No reply. I went up to the bathroom and called again to ask if he was okay. Again no reply. I knocked on the bathroom door and it opened against my knock. (I think he had left the door ajar deliberately). He was sitting on the toilet seat, his trousers down to his ankles, and holding his cock in his hand and rubbing himself fast. I couldn’t help looking and what I saw I couldn't believe at first! He was wearing soft silky white ladies’ pants and sheer black holdup stockings. His cock was huge as it projected from inside his pants. I could see his huge balls:- and they were shaved completely smooth. There was not a hair to be seen anywhere. His cock and his skin gleamed softly in the light. He went very red as he tried to cover himself and pull up his pants and his cock wilted just a little.
“Oh God! I am sorry,” he said. “I didn't hear you and I thought I locked the door.” (I wasn't at all sure about that!). “Oh, well, now you know my secret! I’m really embarrassed! I’m so sorry!” he blurted out, still holding his erect cock.
“No, it’s I that am sorry!” I said. “I had no idea you were still ‘busy’. As for your secret, well, it’s safe with me, I can promise you. Now I know what you mean about a little spice!”
He looked down at his clothing. “Oh, yes. Well, that and other things,” he admitted, going red again. “I like to wear stockings and suspenders, and ladies’ panties. I find it very erotic and exciting. But I’m sorry you had to find out that way.”
I told him it didn’t matter and not to be embarrassed.
“Actually,” I whispered with a smile, “so do I!”
His eyes lit up. “You’re joking! Really?” Then he looked away, embarrassed again. “You’re just trying to make me feel better,” he admonished me.
“No I’m not,” I said. “I often wear the same sort of things.” He was still holding his cock and it had got harder again.
“I don’t believe you!” he said, shaking his head. “You’re just trying to save my embarrassment!”
I reached for my zip and pulled it down, opened the fly and showed him what I was wearing. Then throwing caution to the winds I pulled down my jeans far enough for him to be certain I was wearing soft see‑through pink ladies’ pants, and for him to see the tops of my stockings and the suspenders.
His jaw dropped as he gazed at my crotch. But I noticed that his cock had suddenly got ramrod hard and he began to stroke himself again, heedless of me.
“I’m speechless!” he murmured. “All this time we’ve known each other and we share the same likes and enjoy the same hidden pleasures and we never knew it!”
Watching him wanking gently was making me hard and I couldn’t resist a gentle rub myself. That only served to make me harder still, and he noticed.
“It’s a turn‑on, isn’t it?” he said, wanking himself harder and looking straight at my own erection.
By now I was sure that he was gay, or at the very least bi, and seeing me in front of him with my jeans half down, wearing ladies’ pants and stockings and with an erection was obviously having its effect on him.
“What is?” I enquired. “The ladies’ clothes or seeing me with a hard on?”
He was becoming a bit breathless. “Both!” he gasped. I rubbed myself again and my cock became harder still inside my pants. I could see he was enjoying the sight of it. He was now wanking himself furiously in front of me.
“Wanking my cock in front of you is a turn‑on as well!” he gasped. “Sorry! I really am! But it is!”
“Stop!” I suggested gently, pulling up my jeans and reluctantly letting my cock go. “This is a waste.”
His strokes slowed as he looked at me in puzzlement. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“Now we know each other’s little secrets,” I explained, “why are we in the bathroom when there’s a perfectly good bedroom next door?”
“Oh!” he exclaimed. “You mean……you and I….really? You’re happy to….I mean, if we both….”
He trailed off, but the thought was evidently too much for his frustration to cope with because he suddenly let out a groan and muttered, “Oh! I’m sorry but I have to cum! I can’t stop it now!”
And giving his huge cock one or two last strokes he quickly pulled up the front of his pants and jerked several times as he shot his cum into them. I could see the wet stain appearing as the cum oozed through the soft material. There was a lot of it.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” he gasped yet again. “It was too late! The thought of you…and seeing your cock hard inside those lovely soft pants…it was too much!”
“Stop apologising!” I said. “That was obviously a good wank and I’m pleased for you. But now there’s something I’d like to do!”
He looked at me enquiringly but I said nothing, just reached forward and rubbed my hand over his pants, feeling the warm cum beneath my fingers. I rubbed gently, wiping his cum over the front of his pants, and then quickly reached inside the waistband and took his cock in my hand, wiping the remains of the cum over it.
“Oh! That’s nice!” he murmured breathlessly. “That’s very nice! I like the feel of your hand on me!”
I withdrew my hand and straightened up. “Come on,” I suggested. “Now we have nothing to hide from each other, so let’s go and enjoy our drinks. We’ll let you recover a bit, and if you’re still up for it we’ll enjoy ourselves again a bit later.”
“Oh, I’m up for it, alright!” he agreed. He stood up and pulled up his jeans over his damp pants. I led the way downstairs and gave him his drink. We sipped and I said, “I see what you mean about adding a little spice. Nice that we don’t have any secrets now.”
He looked away. “You don’t know all my secrets,” he murmured.
“Well,” I offered, “if you want to share them with me, I’ll be pleased to know about them.”
“Not sure about that!” he muttered.
I raised an eyebrow. “Surely you can’t be shy or embarrassed now?” I said.
He didn’t answer but glanced from me to the floor and back again.
“Well, I like other things as well,” he said, “but I’m not sure you’d be interested.”
“Not if it involves pain,” I agreed. “I’m not into handcuffs, whips, latex masks or domination. Other than that, if it adds zest to sex, I’m all for it.”
“Hmmph!” was his rejoinder, and he sat down and nursed his drink. We sat in companionable silence for a while.
“Can I ask a question?” he ventured.
“Go ahead. If I don’t want to answer, I won’t.”
He nodded. “I’m bi,” he admitted. “What about you?”
“The same,” I answered him. “Women were okay, but I enjoy sex with a man just as much, possibly even more.”
He nodded again. “I understand,” he said. He shook his head thoughtfully and swallowed some of his drink. “I can’t get over the sight of you dropping your jeans and showing me your lovely pants and stockings,” he mused. “And the sight of your cock, hard inside your pants was just……” he shook his head again.
“And I have to say that the sight of your cock was a turn‑on, too,” I said. “It was huge. I had no idea you had such a big cock. And you’re smooth! You shave! Just as I do. I admit it turned me on to see you wanking that lovely smooth cock, wearing those pants and holdups. It made me hard. And all that lovely hot cum. Yes, I admit it. It turned me on.”
He smiled at me. “Good. Let’s hope I can turn you on again, in a bit,” he said.
I felt a stirring deep inside my balls. “Oh, I’m sure you will,” I agreed. “And look.” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Your other, er‑ pleasures, secrets, call them what you like. If you want to try them out on me, go ahead. If I don’t like anything, be sure I’ll let you know!”
He looked at me for a while. “Maybe,” he answered. “I don’t want to spoil what promises to be a terrific evening by –“
“Night,” I interrupted him. “Why don’t you stay the night? That way there’s no rush and we can take as much time as we like over our pleasures.”
He stared at me, surprised. “Okay!” he agreed. “I’d love to! But……I’m still doubtful about…..”
I let him stop and ponder. Finally he made up his mind. “ I like dirty sex,” he said in a rush. He held up a hand. “Now if you don’t like that, okay, it’s fine. We don’t have to mention it again. Forget I said anything. But I love to be dirty when I have sex. Sometimes,” he added.
“By dirty, you mean…..” I prompted him.
Once more he looked embarrassed. “I like to wet myself,” he admitted. “And more.”
I thought about it. “You mean you like to pee yourself?”
“In my pants,” he agreed.
“And the more?”
He looked away from me and swallowed the last of his drink, for some Dutch courage, I suspected.
I decided not to help him out. “You don’t want to tell me?” I suggested.
He didn’t look at me. “I’ll tell you if you’re sure we can still…. um. Enjoy each other. As long as you don’t change your mind, because I really want to hold your cock and wank you, at the very least. If you don’t like what I like, that’s fine, but don’t let it stop us having sex, please?”
I nodded. “That’s fair enough. I promise I won’t change my mind. But if I don’t like the thought of whatever it is you do, then we won’t do that. Okay?”
He looked relieved and glanced at his empty glass. I poured some more Dutch courage into it for him and he took a big swallow.
“I like to fill my pants too,” he blurted. “I like to do a shit in them and feel it all over my ass and my balls and my cock.” He watched me for a moment. “Now you know,” he added defiantly. “Dirty, very dirty and not ‘normal’.” He made a sign of apostrophe marks in the air with his fingers.
I thought about it. It wasn’t something I’d tried before. I tried to imagine the feel of a warm brown packet oozing into my own pants. The thought wasn’t unpleasant. I thought about that warm brown stuff sinking down to cover my balls and nestling in the crotch of my pants. The idea was rather appealing and my cock twitched.
“But harmless,” I pointed out. “Maybe not normal for most people, but there are thousands, if not millions, of people all around the world who enjoy it.”
Now he looked at me and was obviously waiting for me to complete the punch line. I finished my own drink.
“I don’t think it would bother me,” I finished for him. “I find the idea rather erotic.”
He looked very relieved. “Yes,” he said. “I find it erotic too. But if you don’t want –“
It was my turn to hold up a hand. “Let’s see what happens,” I suggested. “If we find we want to, we will, if not, we won’t.”
He looked pleased, then crestfallen at the thought that it might not happen.
“Okay,” he agreed. “Plenty of other things we can enjoy, anyway.”
But I knew from his expression that he was hoping we would do these things together, and to be honest, I rather liked the idea myself. All in good time.
We spent an enjoyable evening, talking, drinking and reminiscing about various escapades in our lives, complimenting or denouncing mutual acquaintances.
At one point he stood up and said, “Must go to the bathroom.”
“I’ll come with you,” I said.
In front of the bowl he unzipped and produced his cock. I gently curled my fingers round it, feeling the warmth and the smoothness of it. He started to grow hard as his pee flowed out. I unzipped my jeans with the other hand.
“I didn’t want you to wet your pants now,” I said to him.
“I wasn’t going to,” he said, surprised, “but why not?”
“Because there is all that lovely cum on them,” I explained, “ and I didn’t want it washed away. I want to taste that, later.”
I suddenly turned to him and pushed his cock inside my jeans. I could feel the warmth through my own pants as it nestled against my own cock.
“But you can wet me,” I told him.
His eyes lit up and I felt the hot gush as he let the last of his piss go, soaking my pants and the front of my jeans. It flowed over my cock and down my thighs.
“Nice!” I said as the flow stopped. “Yes, I like that!” I stroked him gently and he began to get hard again. He thrust against me, his cock buried inside my jeans.
“Do you want me to cum on you?” he whispered.
“Not now,” I said and pulled away from him. “Later, yes, lots of it! As much as you can!”
I felt my own erection starting, and he must have seen it in my eyes because his hand slid into my jeans and through the softness of my pants I felt his fingers curl round my semi‑hard cock and begin to rub.
“I want that!” he whispered. “I want to hold that and feel its heat, its hardness. I want to take it inside my mouth and suck it! I want to feel your cum gush over me!”
Now I was really hard and I wanted him to continue wanking me.
“Do you know what I want?” I asked quietly.
“Tell me!” he urged, still holding me tightly and wanking me through the material of my pants.
“I want to cum inside your pants!” I told him. “I want you to wank me till I cum, and I want to shoot it all inside your lovely soft pants so that it mixes with your own cum!”
He reached down inside the elastic waistband of my pants and gently pulled my cock outside them.
“Nice!” he breathed. “Oh, nice and smooth! And hard! Yes! Do it! I’m going to stroke you and hold you and wank you till you cum and I want to feel all that hot sticky cream inside my pants!”
He moved his hand faster, wanking me hard and my cock was rigid in his grasp. He pulled down the waist of his own pants and aimed my cock at them.
“Whenever you want!” he said. “Your cock is lovely! I love holding it and wanking you! Shoot your hot cum into my pants!”
And the words, and the thought, were enough and I couldn’t hold back, great gouts of hot white cum shooting from my cock as he continued to stroke me, hitting his smooth, soft, shaven skin and running down inside his pants to nestle there with his own half dry cum.
“Aaaahh! Nice! Hot and creamy!” he murmured.
As the last drops oozed from the tip of my cock he suddenly squatted down and rubbed it over his face, licking the tip and collecting the last few drops of my cum.
“Beautiful!” he murmured. He stood up, took my hand and rubbed it over his pants so that the palm of my hand was wet with cum. Then he licked my palm, savouring the taste of my cum again.
“That was nice!” I told him breathlessly. “Now I need to pee myself.”
I let the flow run, and he held my cock as I pissed.
“Oh, I do hope I’m going to get some of that later!” he murmured.
“You will,” I promised.
I made us something to eat, a big helping for each to get our strength up, and afterwards we sat and made further inroads into the bottle.
“I’m so pleased we’ve ended up like this,” he said eventually, “you know, knowing about each other and enjoying each other’s bodies. I have to tell you it’s a great relief for me to know we can share and enjoy sex together.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “I was surprised when I saw you in the bathroom, especially wearing those pants and holdups, but of course, I didn’t know you liked that, and you didn’t know I did, either. Yes, I agree. It’s nice to be able to share such pleasures.”
He smiled and rubbed the front of his jeans. “I’m so looking forward to enjoying you,” he admitted. “It will be nice if I can fuck you too.”
I must have looked doubtful. His cock really is huge when it’s hard.
“I won’t hurt, if that’s what you’re thinking, I promise,” he continued earnestly. “If I can fuck you I’ll be very gentle.”
“Your cock is huge,” I said. “Bigger than mine. I don’t know if I can take it.”
He smiled at me. “But I know I want you in me!” he said. “I really want you to fuck me, hard! But I want to wank you too. And suck you. It could be a long night!”
We laughed. I thought about his big, hard cock probing at my ass and the thought began to make me hard. Then I thought about him holding me and wanking me again, and I got harder still. He was watching me.
“You’re getting hard,” he pointed out. “What are you thinking about?”
“You,” I admitted. “You wanking me, even fucking me. And me wanking you and fucking you. Yes, it’s making me hard.”
He came over to me then, and knelt on the floor in front of me.
“Relax and enjoy,” he whispered, and gently unzipped my jeans. He caressed the outside of my cock through the soft pants, and at each gentle stroke of his fingers I grew harder until I was totally erect and my cock was straining inside my pants. Gently his fingers curled round me and began to wank me again. I couldn’t believe how hard it was making me and I knew I was going to cum quickly.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I murmured.
“In my mouth,” he answered, and pulled my cock free of the top of my pants. He licked around it, the tip, the back, caressing it with his tongue and making it wet and slippery.
“Cum in my mouth,” he repeated and so saying, opened his lips and slid my cock inside his mouth, holding the base gently with his fingers and thumb as he continued to wank me and suck me at the same time.
I was holding back as much as I could but the feeling was so pleasurable I knew I was only moments away.
“Don’t swallow!” I gasped.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow without stopping his movements.
“I want it back!” I gasped again. “Give it all back to me in my pants!”
His eyes signalled he understood and he took me even deeper into his mouth as I pushed my hips forward to meet him.
And then I felt it, that movement deep within my balls which meant that my cum had started its journey to the open air and suddenly I gushed a huge amount of hot cum into his mouth.
It leaked from around his lips as he sucked and sucked and wanked me with his fingers even harder and faster and I came again, and again, filling his mouth with my hot cream. I groaned in sheer pleasure as I shot my spunk into his mouth, and then sank back, completely sated.
His eyes smiled as he released my cock from his lips. Keeping them tightly closed he nuzzled my pants and pulled down the waistband. Gently he released the cum into them and I enjoyed the warm stickiness as my own cum soaked into them, running over my cock and down to my balls.
“Oh, that was nice!” I gasped. “That was NICE!”
He gently nuzzled his face from side to side on my pants, wiping the last few drops of cum onto them.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” he said with a grin.
“I do love you wanking me!” I had to admit to him. “I’ll return the favour later!”
He nodded. “I’m looking forward to it!” he agreed.
We finished the bottle as we watched a movie on TV. I suggested we take another one upstairs with us. I had recovered from the huge climax which had emptied my balls, and the thought of going to bed with him, wearing those erotic ladies’ pants and being able to freely touch, lick, suck and feel his body was already turning me on again. Switching off the TV and the lights, we went up to the bedroom. Setting the bottle and glasses down on the bedside table I looked at him. I stripped off my tee-shirt and he did the same.
“Lie down,” I suggested.
He grinned and obligingly lay full length on the bed.
I lay beside him and gently stroked his thigh. It was warm beneath his jeans. I rubbed and stroked gently, moving my hand higher and higher, nearer his crotch. I could see his cock getting hard inside his jeans. My hand passed gently over it, feeling the heat of it and it twitched beneath my fingers.
“Yes!” he murmured. “Nice!”
I grasped as much of his erect cock as I could through his jeans and began to rub him. His breath became faster and his eyes closed in pleasure.
I undid the top of his jeans and slowly unzipped them. His cock burst out from them, still inside his soft, silky pants, but so big that the top two inches were already protruding from the waistband. I moved on the bed and bent to nuzzle my face against his pants, feeling his hot, hard cock against my cheek and then my lips. I sucked at the material of his pants, tasting the mixture of his cum and my own. It was delicious, slightly salty, creamy and sticky. I felt his cock straining inside his pants as my mouth traced the outline of it.
Pausing for a few moments I pulled his jeans down and off him. He arched his back to help me and then lay back with the holdups and the thin, soft material of his pants and his cock strained inside them. I pulled my own jeans off too, and lay beside him again. His hands roved over the tops of my stockings and his fingers traced the line of the suspenders up to my own pants.
“So sexy!” he gasped. “So nice!”
I bent to kiss his thigh and felt the warmth of his hot, smooth skin. I grasped his cock again and rubbed him gently. I licked the tip of it and my tongue continued to caress his helmet, the back of it and probe gently at the tiny hole. He pushed upwards against my hand.
“Oh! I’m going to cum!” he gasped. “Do something, please! Take my cock outside my pants!”
I pulled the top of the silky material down and his cock sprung out, ramrod straight and hard as a rock. I marvelled at the size of it. My lips closed over it and I took as much as I could in my mouth. It tasted divine, of pee and cum, and his own hot flavour. He pushed upwards, trying to get all of his cock in my mouth but there was no way I could take it all. I felt him quiver and knew he was about to erupt.
Quickly I released his cock from my lips and it pointed straight up in the air, quivering, with a tiny drop of precum oozing from the tip. I quickly licked that up and savoured the taste of it. He groaned and thrust his hips upwards. I rolled over to him, kneeling above him with his huge cock pointing straight up at my balls. Pulling the leg of my pants aside I lowered myself onto it and felt that huge member slide inside my pants, up against my own semi-hard cock. I grasped it outside my pants and wanked him once, twice, and that was it.
He thrust up, hard and I felt his hot cum shoot out of his cock and onto mine, into my pants and against my skin. The hot stickiness ran down my cock and onto my balls. And still he kept shooting more and more. My pants were soaked and I felt the hotness run down my thigh as I continued to rub him, his cock twitching and quivering inside my pants as I wanked the last tiny drops of cum from him.
He sank back, gasping for breath and I gently eased upwards and off his cock, now a little softer but still enormous in its semi-hard state.
I rubbed my hand over my pants and felt his warm cum on my fingers. I licked them and tasted his cum, and then did it again, trying to collect as much as I could from the wet material of my pants and lick it from my fingers.
I lay back beside him as he recovered his breath.
“God! That was amazing!” he gasped.
I was now more than semi-hard and I began to wank myself, holding my cock outside my wet pants. I suddenly realised that the fact that they were wet was turning me on. The thought of all his cum in them, the feel of the warm cum on my hands as I rubbed myself and the sensation of the stickiness on my own cock and skin suddenly made me completely erect.
He was watching me, still slightly short of breath.
“Your turn!” he grinned. “What do you want to do?”
And suddenly I knew what I wanted. I thought about it briefly and the very thought made me quiver in expectation.
“I want to fuck you,” I said.
He nodded. “Which way?” he asked me. Shall I kneel in front of you or shall I sit on you?”
“Sit on me,” I told him, and he rose up to kneel above me.
I was still wanking myself very gently through my pants. His cock was in front of me, softer now but still big, and I wished he was hard again already. I loved holding his big cock and making him cum but I knew he needed time to recover.
Reaching between his legs he pulled aside his own pants and began to lower himself towards me. I pulled down my own pants and my cock rose from inside them. He lowered himself some more and I guided the tip of my own hard cock inside his pants and against the cheeks of his ass. He moved a little and I felt the tip of my cock press against his rosebud.
I pushed upwards as he sank lower and I felt my cock enter him, a little resistance and then I was sliding into his ass. It was warm, and felt wet. He smiled with pleasure as he felt me inside him.
“Nice!” he murmured. “Fuck me!”
And he began to move up and down, sliding on my cock as I strained upwards, trying to push every inch of me into his ass. We looked at each other.
“You know,” he murmured softly, “that if you fill me with cum, it will have to come out afterwards?”
I nodded. “I know. Fine. Let it come out.”
And he gave a little nod and moved harder and stronger and I felt the warmth of his ass surrounding my cock and I pushed up hard, almost lifting myself off the bed as I shot my cum into him, again and again and again, filling his ass with my own hot stickiness. It lubricated his hole and my cock and the fact that it was surrounded by wetness made me stay hard for longer than I could have imagined and I jerked again as the last drops of cream shot from my cock into his ass.
Now it was I who was breathless and I sank back, and he lifted himself from my cock and rolled to lie beside me.
“Gorgeous!” I said. “A wonderful fuck!”
“Certainly was,” he agreed. “Love the feel of you in my ass. Love the feel of your hot cum squirting into me.”
I reached over and filled our glasses.
“A little rest,” I suggested, “ and then we’ll find something else to do.”
He nodded his agreement and we half lay, half sat against the pillows and relaxed with our drinks.
At one point he bent forward and his fingers eased my cock from my pants. He took me in his mouth and I felt him sucking me. But it was much too soon to get hard again. He resumed his position against the pillows and smiled at me.
“Just tasting the last drops of your cum,” he explained, “and anything else that I could.”
I guessed what he meant. There could only be one other thing he could taste on my cock.
“Nice?” I asked.
“Oh, yes!” he answered. “Just enough to taste but not too much.”
I opened the top of my pants and looked at my sleeping cock. Most of it was brown and there was brown on the front of my pants too, mixing with the cum.
“Well, you didn’t taste all of it,” I said.
“Oh no. Saving it for later,” he grinned.
We lay for a while and sipped our drinks.
“Do you wear those clothes outside?” he asked me.
“Usually,” I told him. “I try to wear them all the time. I have other things I like to wear, slips, bloomers, holdups like yours.”
He nodded. “We’re so much the same,” he said. “I wear my stuff whenever I can. It’s rare that I don’t have any of it on.” He sighed. “It’s so nice to find a like-minded person.”
I nodded and we relaxed for a while.
Eventually I asked,” What do you want to do now?”
“I know exactly what I want to do,” he answered firmly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Waiting for me?”
He looked at me seriously.
“It’s decision time, I’m afraid,” he said. “If you’re okay with my, er, desires. Or not. In which case I’ll go to the bathroom. I’m struggling to hold everything in here.”
“Aah. I see.” I paused. I thought about what he wanted to do. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted him to do it.
“Do it,” I told him, equally firmly.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Sure? Once it’s done, it’ll be too late to change your mind.”
“Do it,” I said again.
He nodded and rolled over to squat on the bed, his legs astride me as I lay beneath him.
“Put your hand on my ass,” he said.
I reached between his legs, feeling that huge cock, soft now, rub against my arm as I curved my hand round under his pants to place my palm against his cheeks.
He closed his eyes and there was a pause. Then I felt something gently pushing against my palm and I realised with a thrill of erotic pleasure that he had let go and was emptying himself, filling his pants with my cum, and his own brown stuff. The pressure grew as he expelled everything he had. A warm bulge nestled in my hand, soft, squashy and unbelievable erotic. He pushed himself against my hand and I felt it all move inside his pants, squashing against his skin. I felt him tense as he used his muscles to push the last remainder out of himself and my hand filled again as he finally opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly.
“Nice,” I admitted. “The feel of all your shit inside your pants is nice.” I massaged the bulge gently and he closed his eyes again, this time in pleasure.
“Use your fingers to pull it down inside my pants,” he instructed. “I want to feel it on my balls.”
I did so, gently easing and teasing the huge bulge down into the crotch of his pants, massaging it against his balls and teasing it further round to the front of his silky pants, not so white now, but soft and erotic against my fingers. His cock once again began to grow hard as I teased his warm brown stuff round onto his cock.
He lowered himself gently until his ass was resting against my own soft cock and I felt the shit against me through my pants, warm, soft, squashy and to my surprise I felt my own cock getting hard yet again. He rubbed himself back and forth a couple of times, spreading his packet over his own balls and cock, inside those soft pants.
“Yeeeeessss!” he breathed. Rubbing against my cock, getting hard again itself, made him hard too and the tip of his cock, covered as it was with his own brown stuff, began to protrude outside the waistband of his pants.
The feel of his full pants and the feel of him rubbing against me had succeeded in bringing me to a full erection again. He reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, wanking me gently.
Suddenly he moved, turning completely round and kneeling in front of me, facing the foot of the bed.
“Put your cock in my pants!” he urged me. “Fuck my pants! Push it in my full pants and cum!”
I knelt up behind him and pulled my cock out from the top of my own pants. It was hard, and still mostly brown from being inside his ass. The thought of pushing it deep into his pants and being surrounded by all that brown warmth was amazing and I lunged forward, pushing my cock feverishly into the leg of his pants and feeling my cock slide into that incredible bulge of warmth. It made me so hard it was almost painful and I wanted to cum immediately.
“Fuck my pants!” he said again urgently. “Yes! Yes! Fuck my shit and cum into it! Make it even softer and wetter! I want to feel your cock against mine, and my balls!”
And I pounded at him hard because it was better than I could ever have imagined and I wanted to stay there and feel all that warm brown shit around my cock for ever but I wanted to cum too because I was bursting, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him against me as I thrust into his pants and let my hot cream shoot into them. The warmth in his pants squashed against me as I thrust at him and I felt the heat of my own cum as it mixed with the shit and surrounded my cock.
I gasped and gasped as I fucked his pants and it was heavenly. Finally I finished and I sagged against him, completely spent.
He turned round to face me again, still kneeling over me and began to wank himself through his pants.
“Oh, it’s so nice!” he breathed, his eyes gleaming. “To have my pants full, to know your cum is in there too, to feel my own shit on my cock as I hold it, it’s just so nice!”
He wanked himself hard, and again I marvelled at the size of his huge cock, straining in his own hand, covered with his soft brown stuff which I could see was acting as a lubricant too. His hand was grasping his cock hard, but sliding easily up and down its length. He paused and massaged some more of his packet up from the crotch of his pants and onto his cock.
“Yes!” he breathed again. “Yes!”
And suddenly he turned round once more, facing my feet and pushing his body backwards. He lay forward and I felt him at the waist of my own pants. His cock thrust inside them, touching my own which was still sensitive and made me jerk. I felt his hand still wanking himself inside my pants as his hard cock rubbed against mine. I felt him fetch more of his brown load and push it into the front of my pants and then he withdrew his hand and jerked back and forth as he fucked my pants, his cock thrusting against mine and pushing out the crotch of my pants as he slid back and forth in the soft brown shit that nestled against my cock.
He gave a huge jerk and stayed thrust forwards and I felt his hot cum gush from him into my pants, saturating them and covering my cock and his in white creamy stickiness which mixed with the soft brown stickiness that was already there. He let out a huge groan as he came, once, twice, three times and still more of his hot cum squirted into my pants. It ran down onto my balls and I felt it on my thighs as it leaked out from the elastic at the legs.
Finally he relaxed against me, his cock still buried inside my pants.
“Oh, God! God!” was all he could manage to gasp.
His ass was just in front of me as he lay gasping on me and I gently massaged his cheeks through the soft silk of his pants, persuading the last remaining brown stuff trapped inside them to slide down to his rosebud. I rubbed at his hole gently and he pushed backwards against my finger a little.
“Yes! That too, soon!” he murmured.
Finally he sat up, rolled off me and lay beside me.
“Where’s my drink?” he enquired. “I really need a rest after that!”
And so we lay, recovering after our sex and sipping at our drinks as our heart rates slowed and our breathing became normal again.
After a while he glanced at my pants, then at me. There was a hopeful look in his eyes.
“I suppose….is there a chance you might…..?” he trailed off and looked at my pants again.
I thought about it. I could feel a pressure inside me. I thought it very likely. Did I want to? Yes.
“I think it’s quite likely, quite soon,” I said.
His eyes glowed in expectation of pleasure to come.
“Let me know when it’s time,” he said. “I want to enjoy every second of it when you do it!”
“Right now,” I said, “I need to pee.”
“In my pants!” he said immediately. “On top of me and go inside the leg and let it all go on me!”
So now I rolled over to lie on him, holding my cock and pushing it inside his pants leg.
“Are you sure?” I asked him. “I think there might be quite a lot.”
“I’m sure,” he said positively. “Are you sure about your bed?”
“Sheets can be washed,” I answered, and without more ado I let myself go and felt my hot piss gush out into his pants. His eyes closed again and he just kept breathing ‘yes!’ quietly as he felt my flow soak into his pants and his shit and my cum. I was right. There was a lot of it. I felt it soaking into my own pants too, and the feeling was very erotic and sexy.
“Yes!” he repeated, again and again. “More! Beautiful! So hot! Wonderful!”
Eventually I finished and withdrew my cock and lay back beside him. His eyes remained closed but his hand went to his pants and he massaged his cock through them, squelching in the wetness and the brownness and rubbing it over his pants as much as he could. Then he did the same to me, rubbing my pants and holding my cock through the material, massaging his own cum and my piss into a glorious wet, sticky mixture that I could feel on my skin and on my cock.
We were silent for a while, enjoying the feelings. Idly I reached over and rubbed his cock gently again.
“I love you doing that,” he said. “It’s so nice when someone else holds your cock and wanks you.”
“What do you want to do now?” I asked. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted. “Do you want me to wank you until you cum and shoot your cum on me, into your pants, or into my cock and balls, or do you want me to roll over so that you can push your cock into me and fuck my ass?”
“I want to fuck you!” he said with a guttural growl. “Very much! Wank my cock a bit!”
I reached for his cock and began to rub him slowly to make him erect yet again. It wasn’t instantaneous, but it didn’t take long. Gradually his huge cock, wet, glistening and quite brown from our previous exploits, began to show itself above the waist of his pants, equally wet and brown now.
“I’ll sit on you,” I told him. I wasn’t going to do this any other way at first. If his enormous length and girth was going to slide into my ass I wanted to control how it happened.
He nodded, and pulled his cock free of his pants. Again it stood, a ramrod hard pole and I moved to straddle him. He reached up, rubbed my cock and massaged my balls for a moment then pulled aside the leg of my wet, brown pants. Gently I lowered myself until I felt the tip of his rod probing at my cheeks. He guided it to my rosebud and I felt a twinge of worry. I really wanted to feel his cock fucking me but I was still dubious about being able to accept that huge gleaming rod in me. I lowered myself a little more and now the tip of his cock was pushing at my rosebud, straining to enter. I’ve long since learnt that the best way to accept something in the ass is push out as if emptying yourself, not clench your buttocks, which is the natural reaction and tightens everything up. So I closed my eyes and pushed outwards, moving a little lower at the same time. I felt his hands moving and guessed that he was lubricating his length, either with the wet piss in our pants, or perhaps some of the brown packet that nestled within. His hands reached up and gently grasped my hips easing me downwards and now I felt that huge rod pushing my muscle aside and sliding slowly into me. It felt huge, enormous. It was huge. Gradually he slid further into me and I could feel every inch of him as his cock gradually probed further and further into my ass.
“Oh, that’s nice!” he murmured. “I can feel heat, and wetness. I think you’re full!”
I thought I was too. The feel of his member in me made me want to expel, and I knew that as soon as he withdrew I would have to.
By now I could feel the tip of him deep inside me and pushing at the top of my bowels. I was just about to say ‘enough, I can’t take any more’, when he breathed out a long sigh.
“I’m in you,” he said, almost wonderingly. “I’m right inside you and it’s gorgeous!”
Gently I moved up and down, and whatever it was that was lubricating us worked, because I could feel him sliding easily inside me as I moved. He pushed his hips upwards to meet my movements. His hands were still grasping my hips, working me up and down on his length. His movements became more urgent, faster, his upward heaves more thrusting and each time I felt that magnificent cock slide deep within my asshole.
“God, that’s so good!” he breathed. “Fucking you is just so nice!”
Now he was really heaving at me and his hands were pulling me down onto his length more urgently.
“I wish we could do this doggy style!” he gasped.
“If you come out, I shall have to let go,” I warned him.
“Roll over with me,” he pleaded, and stopped his movements, staying buried as deep as he could inside me.
Gently and carefully we both rolled to one side, making sure that he stayed inside me. He supported his weight on one hand as I drew my knees up and managed to get in a kneeling position. He straightened himself behind me and again his hands grasped my hips, now pulling me backwards onto him.
“Oh, yes!” he gasped. “Now I want to fuck you and fuck you!” And he began to move again, thrusting at me and sliding almost his entire length in and out of me without ever actually allowing himself to withdraw.
“Oh, that is just heaven!” he gasped, quite loudly it seemed to me. “I’m fucking you! I’m fucking your lovely, wet, tight, full ass!” And he thrust harder and deeper and I really wanted to expel him and everything I had, but there was no way I could do that while he was still thrusting his huge cock inside my man-cunt, filling me to the exclusion of all else.
“Let me rape you!” he gasped.
And without more ado he pounded at me so hard that each movement sent me forward onto the pillows. I could feel his huge balls banging against me as he thrust and pounded and pushed every inch of that huge, magnificent cock as hard and as deep as he possibly could into my ass hole. He started to talk, muttering to himself rather than me.
“I love being in your ass! My cock is filling your ass and I can feel all your shit surrounding it as I fuck you! And it’s nice to fuck you hard! I’m raping you! I’m fucking your tight ass and I’m going to fill you with my cum! I’m going to shoot all my hot cream into your ass, into your shit and I’m going to fill you so full when I cum---”
And I felt him jerk, and a hot gush inside me as the first jet of his cum shot out of his cock and into my ass. He pounded again, and again another jerk and a huge spasm as he shot more cum. And now he fucked me so hard and so fast I could hardly tell if he was fully in me or half out and with each forward thrust I felt more of his hot cum gush into me. I couldn’t believe how much there was. Surely he must soon be finished, but it seemed not, and although it was probably only several seconds it seemed ages as he continued to thrust his great cock into me and each time he did there was another hot gush of cum spurting into me. He was sliding in and out of me even easier and faster than before and I guessed that his spunk was acting as a further lubricant.
Finally his strokes slowed and he eventually stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in me. He was gasping so hard he sounded like he’d just run a mile or more.
We stayed like that for several minutes. His cock was gradually becoming softer within me, although it was still enormous. I liked the feeling of him being deep in me, but I knew that soon he would withdraw, and I wanted him to be ready.
“Let me know when you’re going to leave me,” I said, “because as soon as you do, I’m going to let go.”
“Yes!” he gasped. “Yes! In a moment! I want to put my hand against your ass as you do it! I want to feel you fill your pants!”
And then he gently and very slowly began to pull his cock from me. I felt it sliding back and it seemed there was no end to it, but suddenly it was gone. I felt him pull the leg of my pants back into place and his warm hand spread over my cheeks.
I couldn’t wait for a second longer, and with relief I allowed my muscles to relax and felt the contents of my ass moving towards freedom.
With a huge gush I emptied my ass, feeling all the brown stuff that his cum had softened shoot out of my ass and into my pants. It was hot against my cheeks and there was a tremendous amount of it. I heard him murmuring excitedly as the bulge in my pants filled his hand and he pushed it back against me, spreading it over me as much as he could inside my pants.
Just when I thought I’d finished I realised there was more and I pushed outwards again, a second huge pile leaving my rosebud and swelling the bulge that was already stretching my pants as far as they could go. I was conscious of his exclaims of delight and rapture without actually hearing him.
He realised I’d finally finished and his hands rubbed against the huge bulge in my pants. I felt him manipulating it down. Still kneeling, as I was, I felt the heat of it as it reached my balls but he didn’t stop there. Gently and carefully he eased all the contents down and down, round under my balls until they were completely immersed in it, and then further, round and up the front of my pants. I felt it reach the base of my cock and even further still as he used his fingers and the palm of his hand to drag more of it up onto my cock until that too was completely buried in it.
The feel of it surrounding my cock and the touch of his fingers against my balls and cock was enough to start my erection again. He grasped my cock from outside my pants, and I felt the shit and cum squash warmly against it as he started to wank me. He stroked me for several minutes. I was now as hard as I was ever going to be.
“Let me fuck you!” I managed to gasp. “I want to stick my hot cock and all my shit into you!”
He immediately let me go and assumed his own kneeling position beside me. I moved over, getting between his legs and feverishly dragging down the waistband of his pants. I felt the heat of my brown packet as I reached into the waist of my pants and pulled my rampant cock out. Without a word I just lunged forward, wanting nothing more than to bury my cock in his ass and cum into him.
His cheeks were still wet and brown and as I guided my cock towards his rosebud I saw that amidst the brown which covered my cock there were streaks of white;- his cum. I probed at his ass and slid in him without any effort. His muscles were open to receive me and I looked down and saw that my shit and his own cum was going inside him too. The thought was the final straw. I had time for just two huge thrusts into him, feeling the heat and wetness of his ass hole before I shot my own cum into him:- once, twice, three times a huge gush of cum left me to splash inside his ass. Gradually the spasms eased and became less forceful, but I knew I’d just shot a lot of cum into him. I was exhausted, and allowed myself to fall back onto the bed, my cock dripping with the last drops of spunk and still outside my pants. He relaxed too, rolling to lie on his back.
He grabbed my hand and pushed it under him, just in time as he expelled his own bowels and again I felt a bulge as he filled his pants with his brown packet and my cum.
I squashed it against him, but I really wanted to rest a bit. The orgasm as I fucked him had been so intense I just couldn’t do anything more until I’d rested.
“I think,” I gasped, “a little rest would be a good idea.”
He nodded. “Yes! I think so! God I haven’t had so much sex so quickly for yonks! But oh so nice!”
We lay quietly and I felt my eyelids drooping. I was quite ready to nod off and have a snooze while my body recovered. I heard his deep breathing beside me and when I glanced at him he was already dozing himself. Gratefully, I let my eyes close completely and I slept.
I awoke to the feel of a hand rubbing my pants and as I opened my eyes I realised he was again massaging my cock through the thin, dirty material of my pants.
“Hi!” he greeted me. “Nice snooze?”
“How long?” I muttered, still not fully awake.
“About half an hour,” he answered. “I thought a coffee would be nice. Any chance?”
I nodded and rubbed my eyes. I swung out of bed to sit on the edge of it and as I did I felt all the contents of my pants squash hard against my balls and the base of my cock. The feeling was wonderful and I knew this was going to become a regular thing for me now.
“Oh, that’s a nice feeling,” I murmured.
“When it squashes against you as you sit?” he asked. “I know. Wonderful.”
I stood up and my pants stuck to my ass and balls, held there by the delightful brown, and white, stickiness inside them.
“Yes, a coffee is definitely on the agenda, I think,” I agreed.
We went downstairs and as we reached the kitchen he grabbed my shoulders and swung me round to face him. He wrapped his arms round my back and gave me a big hug.
“Thanks,” he murmured. “Thanks for understanding, for being who you are, and for doing what we’ve just done together.” He released me and stood, watching me.
I wasn’t sure what to say to him at first, and then I answered, “And thank you for introducing me to the delights of full and wet pants! I had no idea it was so erotic and so sexy and such a turn-on!”
He smiled an acknowledgement and I busied myself making coffee while he watched.
“I hope,” he said, “that you’re going to keep your pants on until tomorrow? Or do you want to change into clean ones?”
“Whatever for?” I asked in surprise. “I like the feel of them being full so why should I want to change them? We still have lots of time and I think after the coffee we’ll have recuperated enough to start all over again. No, I’m happy to stay as I am, if you are.”
“Oh, yes,” he said with a grin. “I shall want to stay like this until I get home, and maybe not even change then for a while.”
He came close to me and stood just behind me as I prepared the coffees. Then his arm circled me and he placed his hand on my cock.
“Stand still,” he murmured. “I want to wank you again.”
And as I stood and did things with coffee and spoons and sugar and hot water, he rubbed me and stroked me, making me erect again very quickly. Staying outside my pants, he grasped my cock completely and wanked me faster. I felt my legs trembling as the exhilaration of his hand on my cock grew and suddenly I was cumming again, shooting hot white spunk into the front of my full, dirty pants.
“Aaah!” I gasped. And I let out a groan as I reached the heights of ecstasy, spunking hotly into my own pants. Feverishly his hand rubbed all over the front of me as my cock twitched again and I felt the fresh hot cum and the brown stickiness in my pants spread over my stomach and cock.
“Ooooohhh! Nice!” I gasped again and sagged a bit, supporting myself on the kitchen counter. As I rested there, my body still trembling from my climax, I felt his cock pushing against my ass.
“Bend over!” he suddenly pleaded, an urgent note in his voice. “Bend over the chair! I want to fuck you again!”
And before I could say or do anything he had grasped me and manipulated me so that I was bending over a kitchen chair, my hands supporting me on it and my ass presenting itself to him in the air.
I felt him feverishly pulling down the waist of my pants even as the tip of his cock probed between my cheeks and then he was pushing his huge cock into my rosebud. It was all so quick I had no time to think about any pain but I needn’t have worried. The brown and white pile in my pants and around my ass acted as a superb lubricant and he shoved himself into me, then almost out again as he began to pound at my ass, fucking me as hard as he could.
“I love fucking your ass!” he gasped out loud. “I love almost raping you as I fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”
My ass hole felt as if it was bursting with the huge, hot rod of flesh that was filling it. He continued to pound at me as I braced myself against the chair. I felt a tremble in his massive cock and he matched his words to his movements as he erupted and thrust his cock even harder into me with each stroke, gushing his hot cum into me again.
“I – love – fucking – you – and – filling – your – ass -- with – my -- cum!”
And then he was spent and sagged against me so that I was almost supporting the weight of two of us for a few moments. I felt him sliding back out of me and I didn’t hesitate. I pushed hard and even as the tip of his cock left my rosebud I emptied myself over it. I felt him pause and stay still as the hot cum and a little more brown softness spurted out from me and covered his cock, running down inside my own pants and along the crease of my ass.
He breathed a long, drawn-out sigh of contentment as he felt the warmth envelope his cock, then finally pulled away from me and pulled up the back of my pants again. I felt the warmness from our exertions against my cheeks.
I straightened up.
“Fuck! That was good!” he exclaimed breathlessly. And I had to agree. It had been good and I’d loved the feel of him in me again, and the feeling as I emptied myself afterwards.
“Now I need the coffee!” he said, and I reboiled the kettle, finished the drinks and handed him a mug.
We stood, leaning and drinking, not saying a lot. There was no need to say much. We had enjoyed each other. We would enjoy each other again. And again. The night was yet young, and we had plenty of time.
THE END.
(for now………)
