Boston to Houston and Back
by Brilane (behk@m4.sprynet.com) and decal (decal02@hotmail.com)
Hey, decal,
Boston's hot tonight. There is a severe thunderstorm out and the humidity dew point is 78. I am sitting here in my Tactic black boxer-briefs just thinking how those gray ones look on you. I have three pairs myself. two black and one white. I do like playing with myself in them and as a sexual tool they are great but doesn't your cock and balls get awful sweaty in this kind of heat. I find in my jeans they get too confining. I bought mine to wear mostly around the house. I love the way they feel if that's all you have on. I can just see you sitting there in Houston in a nice, cool hotel room in your gray ones. You're rubbing your hand along the inside of your thigh until you get to the pouch that holds that nice cut dick and those nice sized balls. I can just see the hair line running to the naval and the way the leg openings hug you slightly hairy legs.
The material forming around your slightly extending manhood give it a look of complete desire and I would love to just take the palm of my right hand and cup it ... feeling the firmness it has just before it starts to really get aroused. You raise your legs slightly in a V, letting the briefs form a large U hanging down inviting my mouth to caress the whole package. I look up and you are brushing your chest hair lightly with your left hand, stopping at each nipple to squeeze it lightly. You take the right one and start brushing my hair ever so gently. Then bring it to my face, stroking me slightly ... then slipping your index finger into my mouth ... telling me to lick it slowly. Your nipples have reacted to the pinching and they stand hard and firm in the nest of fine soft hair.
I am licking your finger and suck it into my mouth. Then you add the second one slowly turning them in a rotating fashion. My right hand starts to massage your balls as the large head fills to fullness and the visible wet mark appears on the freshly-cleaned shorts. My other hand has slid up the left leg of the briefs and I slowly but firmly run my finger along the crack feeling the wetness of your now sweating body. You pull the fingers out of my mouth and gently taking a grip of hair push my head down to your right thigh, to where the boxer-briefs cover it. I start licking the cloth, slightly biting it and pulling it as my tongue leaves a wet trail behind. The movements are slow but certain on your part. Your left hand reaches down and starts to poke and prod your naval as you guide my head ever more closely to the center of your bulging briefs. Your breathing increases and I start to probe your ass more as you raise it slightly. By now you have my head rubbing the m! iddle of the rock hard mound in the center of those lovely briefs.
"Take it out, Brilane," you say in almost a hushed whisper between the heavy breaths you are now taking.
Using my teeth I open the fly and free the object of both our passions and start to brush the underside with my tongue slowly sliding down to the base. I gently reach in with my free hand and slide out your balls and begin to wash them with my mouth. I suck each, one at a time into my mouth, washing them in saliva. You gently push my face up to the tip of your dick, which you are massaging with two fingers. No longer able to hold back, I lower my mouth down over the crown and wrap my lips tightly around it ... rotating my tongue around the crown, stopping at the underside to apply the most pressure. I start to reach into my white classic briefs.
"No leave it for later. I'll take care of it," you say as you pull my hand up to your left nipple, using your fingers to hold mine to start me squeezing the nipple. You provide the pressure you want. Now everything is in unison and my mouth is riding up and down in slightly faster. You have to spread your legs wider to let my probing finger into your ass. I bury my finger's full length into you, and I start to finger fuck the hole at the same pace as my mouth is moving up and down your glistening shaft. You take your other hand and wrap a clump of my hair between the fingers and start to increase the pace so that by now my slurping sounds fill the room. Then I feel your stomach muscles get tight. Your hand stops and you push down hard on my head. Your cock descends deep into my throat, while you ass muscle tightens hard on my finger. I squeeze your nipple hard. Then I feel the rush of warm thick juice hit the back of my throat as you clamp down on me with both hand! s hard, letting the cum flow as the cock jolts inside my throat, pounding me with the now full crown.
Sweat drips from every pour of your body and you let go of my head and collapse backwards. I never lose a drop and you look at me, brush my face and....
You finish it, pal, Brilane
Hi Boston ... Houston here,
Sweat is dripping from every pore of my body. I let go of your head and collapse backwards onto the bed. You rise up from between my legs and lean over me, your hands on either side of my shoulders. I open my eyes and find you staring down at me. I brush your face with my fingers. You bring your lips to mine, and I open to receive you. You've not lost a drop of my cream and I taste it as your tongue explores the inside of my mouth. I reach up between your legs and find your hard cock still covered by the stretched white cotton of your Jockeys. I begin to fondle you, reaching past the crotch of your briefs to touch your balls. You lift your lips off mine.
"God, Brilane ... feels so good ...," you murmur.
I roll you onto your back and climb on top of you. You wrap your arms around my back and ass and hold me tightly. The weight and size of my body is clearly exciting to you. We kiss again, this time my tongue reaches deep inside your mouth. A minute or so later, I break our kiss and rise up on my hands above you. You reach down between us and take my still hard dick and guide it to a leg opening of your Jockeys. I ease myself into your briefs right up along side your hardness. You grasp both cocks through the sweat-stained fabric and squeeze them. We both look down at the massive, thick bulge we make. You begin to masturbate us together. Precum begins to leak from your cock, soaking through the cotton around your crown. I glance up and look into your face. Your eyes are open, staring into mine as you jerk us off together. My own balls are churning, both from the rubbing of our dicks together and the masculine intensity of your eyes. Even though I just came, I real! ize that it won't take long for me to reach orgasm again. You begin to buck your hips up against me. You are getting fuckin' close yourself.
"Not yet, pal," I whisper urgently, and I ease myself down again on top of you, stopping your hand from doing its magic. We lie there a moment trying to catch our breaths.
"Come on," I finally say. You look a bit puzzled as I pull you up off the bed and toward the bathroom.
As I guide you toward the shower, you reach to pull down your briefs. I stop you and shake my head. Your face expands into a broad grin. I smile back and wink. We both climb into the shower, you closest to the shower head. I reach around you and turn on the water. It streams over your head and down your body, quickly soaking your Jockeys. I drop to my knees in front of you. The white cotton now clings to your erection, revealing the outlines of your veined shaft, foreskin and cockhead. I can also see your pubics through the now almost transparent material. At first I just stroke and fondle you, enjoying the sensation of touching you but not quite touching you. Then I begin to rub my face against your cock. I slip both my hands under the back of your briefs, squeezing and rubbing your ass-cheeks. The water still cascades down your chest and stomach as I mouth the outline of your rod, sucking in the warm water through the cotton.
Your hands are now firmly holding my head, making my mouth go where you want it to. First to your hidden balls. Moments later you pull the crotch of your briefs aside, letting your testicles drop. I take one into my mouth and gently suck; then the other. I hear you moaning above me. My hand is wrapped around my own erection, masturbating slowly, trying to be careful and not cum too soon. Then you pull at the leg opening and at last release your cock into the open. My mouth goes right to the exposed head, my tongue exploring your foreskin and piss-slit. You know how turned on I get about foreskins, so you give me all the time I want ... even though all you want to do is plunge your rod deep down my throat and release your raging, pent-up load. I take your cock in my hand and slowly jerk on it, making the hood cover, then reveal the head, all the while licking and sucking your beautiful manhood. But I know that I can't keep teasing you forever. Finally I let your dic! k slip into my mouth. You push it deep. I gag a little and you ease up a bit, then push again. This time I rela x my throat and you go totally down, my nose buried in the wet cotton still covering your pubics. Holding my head firmly, you begin to fuck my face. You are in control now. My mouth and your cock are all that exist for me as you plunge your meat in and out past my stretched lips.
"Oh, Jeez," you cry out. Your flood of warm cream empties into my mouth as you continue to face-fuck me. As the last of your load is released, you slow your motion, then stop with your cock buried deep down my now-ravaged throat. My fist moves quickly over my own erection. I let out a gagging groan as my orgasm hits and I send my shots of cum into the swirl of warm water racing to the drain. You finally release my head, and gasping for air I let your manhood slip from my mouth. You help me to my feet and we kiss ... long and deeply ... both thoroughly drained by our orgasms.
Later that night, I awake to find you turned around in bed, slowly sucking on my cock. I take your hard dick into my mouth. We suck each other for a long time, not trying to bring each other off, rather just for the enjoyment of the intimacy we share. I fall asleep with your hardness still in my mouth.
Sweet dreams, pal, decal