BULGING NYLON BRIEFS
(An encounter at customs)
by JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
A couple of summers I took advantage of a last-minute booking and went for two weeks to Greece, flying out from Gatwick airport. I usually take my holidays like this, waiting for some bargain to come up. It means that things are fairly unplanned, but that is exciting in itself as you never know what you're going to find in a place that you may never have even thought of going to until a day or so before you fly out. As it turned out, my holiday coincided with a spell of really hot weather in England, so I turned up at the airport wearing white teeshirt and thin nylon running shorts (my preferred casual clothes in any case).
Well before the flight was called, we headed through passport control, and I was surprised to be stopped there and asked some questions about why I was going to Greece, was I travelling alone, where I would be staying, and that kind of stuff. The guy checking passports then asked me to step into a side room, where a cute young customs officer (late teens at the most) started asking me a few more questions. They were clearly checking me out for drugs.
I had no worries on that score - never touch the stuff - but as always when people ask you questions you begin to develop a guilty conscience for no reason at all. The young officer said that he would need to do a quick search, and first of all went through my luggage. Of course, there was nothing incriminating there, but he did seem to enjoy looking through my underwear and shorts (I had packed some of my favourite nylon briefs and satin shorts), and I could see him touching them lightly, as if he was enjoying the sensation of contact with the shiny material.
'OK, that seems fine,' he said, turning back to me. 'I just need to check you out now. If you could face the wall, with your back to me.' I did as he said, hoping that this was not going to delay me too long. He stood close up behind me, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. Then he began to feel my chest through my teeshirt, and it was at that moment that I realised, in a flash, that this was no mere search. He was doing this for fun! As for me, there were worse ways of filling in fifteen minutes than being seduced by a good-looking young lad in uniform. Slowly he stroked me through the thin white cotton, making out the firmness of my chest. Then he moved his hands lower, and reached my waist. His fingertips touched the top of my soft blue nylon shorts, and as he made contact with the cool shiny material I heard him take an intake of breath.
I decided to play his game. 'Well, found anything yet?'
'I'm not sure. Just maybe. I'll need to carry on checking you out.'
'Mmm, I thought you might' I responded, teasingly. 'As long as you guarantee I don't miss my flight.'
'No problems - I can do what I need to in ten minutes.'
His fingers gently caressed the top of my shorts, and instinctively I bent forwards slightly to make things more fun for him. First of all he pressed my tight buttocks firmly through the hugging nylon, and then one hand came round the front of my shorts, and he gently began to feel my hardening cock through the fabric. It felt fantastic, this young hunk slowly rubbing my hardening cock through my thin nylon shorts. My growing meat moved in his hand, beneath the sexy nylon, and my silky ballsack, heavy with my cum, was desperate to be rubbed by this young official. It was incredibly erotic, being felt up in a strange office, by a guy I had only encountered a few minutes previously, and me wearing just shorts and teeshirt. The thought of him behind me in his cute uniform, with white shirt and navy blue trousers, made me incredibly hard and horny, and I knew that I was already beginning to leak precum into the tight cotton jock that I was wearing under my shorts.
His hand expertly stroked my now throbbing cock through the hugging nylon, pressing and pushing my boymeat through the shiny slippery fabric.
He pressed close up against me, and I reached behind me with one hand and began to pull his white shirt free from his dark trousers. The shirt came free, and he unbuttoned it himself, and I could feel his warm and absolutely smooth chest and stomach. He was wearing a narrow leather belt, and I quickly unbuckled that, then felt for his zip and began to ease that downwards. He was as excited as I was now by the sheer suddenness of the encounter, and I decided that I wanted to make it a time for both of us to remember. As his zip slid down, I slipped my fingers inside his opening fly, and the lad opened his legs wide to allow me easier access. My hand entered the warmth of his open trousers, and my fingertips made contact with the smooth creaminess of his briefs. They felt like nylon, and I tensed with excitement, as there's nothing that gets me going more than feeling a young guy up in a pair of hugging nylon briefs.
I pushed my hand further inside his trousers, so that I could cup his bulging mound. This was some hunk! His pressing cockmeat filled his tight briefs and moved heavily beneath my hand. I rubbed and pressed the juicy packet of boyflesh, which gave gently under my touch, and the hardness of this young lad made me really excited.
'Time we got to know each other, I think' I suggested. 'The name's Justin, and I'm 21'.
'I know', he said, somewhat distracted as I continued to massage his throbbing bulge in his nylon briefs. 'I've checked out your passport, remember!'
'OK, so you have the advantage of me. You might at least tell me who you are.'
'I'm Jake, and I'm 19. This is my first week working unsupervised in this job.'
'Obviously a lad who shows plenty of initiative.' By now Jake's hand had begun to feather me lightly outside my nylon shorts, and I was hoping that he would soon get his hand inside and start working on my teencock which urgently needed attention in my jock. His own hot hard cock throbbed lustily in my hand, and I could feel the moistness of his briefs as he began to leak precum.
I needed to see those briefs, and wanted to get on my knees in front of him to give him full attention. I hoped that he would let me.
I needn't have worried. As I turned around to face him, his hands moved to my shoulders and pushed me downwards. I dropped to my knees at once, so that his unzipped trousers met my gaze. And through the gaping fly I could see that this young customs officer was wearing a tight-fitting pair of transparent white nylon briefs, through which his dark hair and hard hot teencock and heavy balls were clearly visible. He surrendered himself to me, and rested his hands on the desk behind him.
As I said before, when I had first been shown into this room and seen Jake I had immediately noted that he was cute, but at that point of course had not thought anything more about it. The last thing on my mind then was a hot session with him. But now, just a few minutes later, here I was investigating the delicious contents of a young customs official's uniform trousers. And, more amazing still, the whole incident had been initiated by him rubbing me off through my (admittedly tempting!) crutch-hugging shorts.
As he leant backwards, with his hands resting behind him on the desk, I pulled his dark trousers open even wider, and his bulging nylon boy-packet thrust outwards and towards me. The teenager's quivering cock moved enticingly in the seethrough briefs, and I was desperate to suck the lad through the shiny material. I just hoped he was up for that.
'Mmm, Jake, what a big cock I can see in your sexy briefs. What would you like me to do next?'
'Suck me off, please. I want to feel your mouth on my cock, sucking me through my tight briefs.'
Great! Just what I wanted! I moved even closer to his bulging crotch, and my nose took in the overwhelmingly sexy aroma of a hard teen dampening his nylon briefs with silky precum. I wanted to sieve that through the transparent briefs, and work him up towards a spunk chaser!
My lips brushed against the warm nylon of his pants, and the firmness of his hard young meat pressed into me. And then I plunged my mouth over the bulging mushroom head. His foreskin moved freely backwards and forwards, beneath the nylon, releasing large drips of teenage precum, and I drank it through the confining nylon gratefully. He began to moan, at first quietly, then more insistently and loudly, as I started to bob my head up and down over the nylon sheath. Then his hands moved to his hips, and he began to move himself in gentle thrusts in rhythm with my own sucking strokes. This was fucking horny.
As I was on my knees, and he was standing, he had had to abandon work on my nylon shorts for the time being. I was pulsing hard in my jock beneath the shorts, and I needed to give myself a bit of attention. So as my eyes were filled with the sight of this young lad's juicy cockmeat bobbing in his briefs, and the air was filled with the sound of my sucking and his moaning, I slipped my own hand down to my shorts and began a little bit of expert wanking. First I gave a few leisurely strokes outside my shorts and then slipped my hand down the front. Once inside my shorts, my hand encountered the tight jock filled with my hard meat. My jock was warm and wet with precum, and I began to rub myself off through the thin white cotton, working carefully on the sensitive knobhead. I was tingling and aching for it, and the lad's moans and groans served to make me really excited.
Jake still had his hands on his hips, but then put one behind my head to press me even more firmly into his nylon-covered crotch. His hard young meat filled my mouth, tangy in the nylon prison, and I could tell that it wouldn't be long before he delivered his load of fresh teencum into the shiny material. I was loving every moment, and wanted to feel the thick boycream pulsing through his briefs into my mouth.
I continued to masturbate myself through my jock, and gradually built towards my orgasm. After about another minute of my expert sucking, Jake arched his back and bucked uncontrollably. I stopped sucking to watch the fantastic moment of his explosion, and then it happened - a thick wad of teenspunk pumped into the transparent briefs and began to fill them with cream. I moved back over his young cockhead and slurped on it, straining the smooth silky cum through the nylon briefs.
This was enough to set me off. Even as Jake continued to cum, I pulled him down to the floor by me and got into a classic 69 position. I tugged my nylon shorts down and presented him with my hot jock, pounding with my throbbing cock. He pulled my cotton jock downwards, and my dripping cock sprang free.
At that moment, I began to cum, and as my hot spunk began jetting out he clamped his warm lips over my meat and filled his mouth with my creamy load.
A few minutes later, and I left his office. In my case were his nylon briefs, for my later attention in my hotel. I knew now that I was going to wear them, and would be filling them with my next load. I had given him a replacement pair of briefs from my suitcase - a fair trade, I thought. We had arranged to look out for each other when I returned from holiday in a fortnight's time, and he promised to find a pretext for searching me even more thoroughly on my return. It sounded as if for once coming home wouldn't seem like an anticlimax.
If you enjoyed this, and are into briefs and shorts, contact me at scott_justin51@hotmail.com