BULGING NYLON BRIEFS TEEN ORGY - 2
By JUSTIN SHORTS and ROB (scott_justin51@hotmail.com and butch18@btinternet.com
- MONDAY
Rob caught the bus to school a couple of stops before Justin, but they always tried to sit in the same place, at the back downstairs, so when Justin got on he knew where he would find his friend. Sure enough, there was Rob in the back seat, which he had managed to keep to himself. In fact, the bus was not that full, and several seats in front of them were empty. Justin sank down on the seat next to Rob, and dropped his bag on the floor. The two lads were of course in their school uniform, which consisted of a crushed-strawberry coloured blazer and tie in the same colour, white cotton shirt, and black polyester trousers. The boys both appeared to be wearing especially tight trousers that morning.
At first neither made any allusion to their Saturday afternoon meeting. At last, Justin asked: 'Well, are you wearing them?'
Rob smiled and showed his perfect white teeth -- 'yeah, of course. You?'
Justin merely nodded. 'What d'you think of them?' he asked. 'Feel good, don't they?'
'Fuck yeah, really good. Shiny and smooth.' The boys talked quietly, and gradually Rob realised that Justin's hand had edged towards him across the seat and was lightly touching his thigh. Then Justin had his hand on the upper part of Rob's thigh, where he let it rest.
'Can I have a feel? I want to see how they feel on you under the trousers'.
Rob just nodded, sat back, and parted his legs wide. The black trousers stretched tight across his crotch, showing off his meaty bulge. Justin slid his hand further up the trousers, and towards Rob's inviting package. Then his fingers reached out, feeling first for the telltale edge of the thin nylon thong beneath the trousers. Yes, he could make it out. Rob had his hands on the seat either side of him, inviting Justin to explore further. No-one could see what they were doing. Justin moved his hand right up to Rob's bulge, and cupped the gently swelling mound in the black trousers. God, it felt good! He met a resistance, a fullness, gently moving beneath his hand, his first contact with Rob's teenage cock packet, trapped in its warm nylon prison, sliding and slippery smooth beneath the polyester of his school uniform trousers. He pressed a little harder, and met the resistance of the teenager's swiftly swelling hard-on, and yet there was a soft warmth to him too. He rubbed and felt the young prick, moving proudly and eagerly beneath the trousers.
In turn, Rob reached across and moved swiftly to Justin's centre. Somehow Justin had managed to control himself, so that although his cock was beginning to swell, it was in no sense properly erect as yet. He wanted the excitement of his friend's hand to rub him up through his trousers and briefs, working him up to a hot, hard full erection. So when Rob began to massage Justin's bulge, he was delighted to feel a growing but still very pliable prick, and there was no mistaking at all the feel of the nylon sheath guarding the boyish swelling. Rob skilfully managed to work on the briefs beneath the polyester covering, encouraging Justin's now swiftly-hardening cock to rise towards its full size. Both boys sat rubbing each other's engorged young pricks in their uniform trousers, trapped by shimmering silky nylon thongs.
'Better stop for now', muttered Rob. 'We're nearly there, and I need time to recover!' The last ten minutes of the journey to school was spent letting their cocks gently subside to something like normal size.
Later that morning, the two sixteen-year-olds found themselves side by side again at the back of the class in their English lesson. Their regular teacher was ill, and as their GCSE exam was getting close the school had arranged for a student teacher to come in for that week. Unlike their regular teacher, Mr Johnson, this man was really young, and can't have been out of college that long. He was called Mr Davis, and seemed like a nice guy.
But then something terrible happened. The two boys tried a little repeat of their bus experience at the back of the class, knowing that none of their schoolmates could see what they were doing. Actually, they got nowhere like as hard as before, but it was still exciting to feel each other's juicy bulges in the slippery thongs. They realised that perhaps this was not the safest place to feel each other up, and so stopped after a short while. A few minutes later Mr Davis, who was going round the class looking at people's project work, arrived at their desks and leant over them to study their work. In barely a whisper, which certainly nobody else could hear, he said to the lads: 'Now, you may be able to get away with that when Mr Johnson is here, but I could see exactly what you were up to a few minutes ago under the desk. You have a choice. Either I ask you to tell the whole class what you were doing. Or we discuss this during the dinner hour in my flat round the corner. What's it to be?'
There was of course no choice -- the boys immediately agreed to see Mr Davis in the dinner hour. He scribbled the number of his flat -- they knew the block -- and walked on to look at the next exercise books on the desks in front.
At 12.15, Rob and Justin found themselves ringing the bell of the flat door, wondering if they had got there before Mr Davis. But it opened at once, and Mr Davis let them in. They were surprised to see that he had changed out of his jacket and trousers, and was in a casual shirt and light blue jeans. 'I have no classes this afternoon' he explained, 'and as I am only paid to teach Mr Johnson's lessons I shan't be going in again until tomorrow. Now, we have an hour to try to get to the bottom of this. We all know what you were doing under the desk. Did you enjoy it?'
Rob and Justin looked at each other. Weren't they going to get a bollocking after all?
Mr Davis went on. 'I mean, I would have enjoyed it if someone was doing that to me. Or perhaps I should say if one of you was doing it to me. Looks like you both have plenty to be proud of down there. Can I have a feel too?' Without waiting for an answer, Mr Davis reached forward and gave each boy's crotch a quick squeeze, feeling the enticing bulge beneath their tight school trousers. He enjoyed the first tantalising contact with their secret centres, the gentle give of the soft, warm packets of young boymeat, ready to be worked up into hot, hard erections.
Both lads were astonished at the turn of events. They were used to being taught by teachers who were so much older than themselves, but Mr Davis couldn't have been more than four or five years older than themselves. 'I thought we were going to be in trouble' said Rob, 'after what you saw in class'.
'No, you're not in any trouble, but I do want to find out why you were both feeling each other up during my lesson. Is this a regular occurrence?' Justin admitted that it was the first time it had ever happened, and explained that they were both wearing some new mesh briefs to school and had got a bit carried away. Mr Davis's eyes lit up at the thought of seeing these sexy schoolboys wearing skimpy underwear.
'Why don't you get more comfortable and take off your blazers and ties -- and unbutton your shirts.' Rob immediately complied and started to undo his shirt buttons, but Justin felt self- conscious about taking undressing just like that. Mr Davis stood up and moved forward to stand directly in front of Justin. 'Turn around for me' said the teacher, as he placed his hands on Justin's shoulders and guided the lad around 90 degrees. Mr Davis then reached around him and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, rubbing Justin's chest as he did so. Mr Davis stroked the silky smooth skin and also rubbed Justin's nipples, which became larger and erect due to the stimulation they were receiving. During this time, Mr Davis was pressing his crotch in towards Justin's sexy young bum, slowly grinding his own stiffening cock against the schoolboy's arse. Mr Davis was very encouraged that Justin didn't try to move away -- In fact, he actually seemed to be pushing his bum backwards in order to feel more of the big cock that was pressing against him. Justin was also making small noises of appreciation.
Justin's white school shirt was now completely unbuttoned and Mr Davis kissed the back of his neck and gently nibbled his ear. 'Now lets find out exactly what you've got down here', he whispered. The teacher tried to put his hand down the front of Justin's trousers, but they were too tight, so he stopped caressing the youngster's nipples, turned the lad round so that he now faced him, and lowered his hands to unbuckle the belt and undo the button at the top. Mr Davis slowly pulled down the zip of Justin's black school trousers, revealing a brilliant flash of white, as the mesh briefs became visible for the first time. He then placed his hand inside the open zip and lightly touched the outside of Justin's nylon briefs. 'Mmm, love these sexy briefs', said Mr Davis, as he stroked the slippery nylon, which tightly hugged the teen prick within. 'No wonder you and Rob couldn't keep your hands off each other in class.'
Mr Davis then got Rob (who had been enjoying watching his mate being felt up by the young teacher) to help to pull down Justin's trousers completely. He took the opportunity to unzip himself and let his jeans drop to his feet, as his straining erection demanded release. The teacher was wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs, made out of stretchy material, which clung to his body like a second skin. Turning Justin round again, so that he was feeling him from behind once more, Mr Davis then used both hands to stroke, caress and squeeze Justin's cock-filled thong. He massaged Justin's fast-growing cock through the shimmering, soft nylon, delighted by the feel of the burgeoning flesh and the eagerness of the youngster's erection beneath his skilful hands. 'I love to feel a teenage boy's cock go from soft to completely erect in my hand; and feeling your prick stiffen in this nylon pouch is awesome.'
'I can tell that you're hard too' muttered Justin, as he pressed his bum backwards against his teacher's big cock. The feel of those boxers pressing against the nylon of his briefs was strangely exciting.
'You kids are both making me very hard. But I think it's time that Rob showed up what briefs he is wearing -- take off your trousers for me Rob.' Rob unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor, showing his packed powder blue thong. His cock was already semi erect; even though he hadn't touched it; and the skimpy seethru briefs left nothing to the imagination. Mr Davis could clearly see Rob's big balls and his large cock head sheathed by his foreskin beneath the tight mesh nylon. He was intrigued to see that the lads were wearing the same design of thong, and wondered what the story was behind that. He decided that that could wait till later! He then told Justin to stand next to Rob, while he sat down in his chair. Justin was now completely erect and his stiff cock was jutting out at 90 degrees, pushing against the pouch of his briefs.
'Have you lads fooled around together before? Apart from this morning in class.' They explained that they had both wanked off next to each other for the first time over the weekend, but hadn't yet gone any further.
Mr Davis could barely believe his luck -- not only did he have two sexy schoolboys in his flat standing in front of him wearing very skimpy briefs, but it looked like they were eager to go much further in exploring their sexuality. 'I want you both to touch each other's cocks, through those sexy mesh briefs.' Mr Davis watched breathlessly, as Rob and Justin followed his instructions. 'Now I want you to put your hand down the front of each others thongs and wank each other.'
Both lads gave a small moan of contentment, as they felt someone's hand touching their swollen cocks for the very first time. 'Fuck Justin, your cock feels amazing,' said Rob, as he stroked his mate's stiff prick 'So hard, yet so smooth'. Justin gave another moan, as he felt his cock being squeezed. 'Mmm, yours is fantastic as well, Rob, so big and hard. It's wet too, with your precum'.
Mr Davis was enjoying watching these gorgeous boys playing with each other, hands inside each other's bulging nylon briefs, but he realised that time was short, as the boys only had the dinner hour before they had to be back in school, so reluctantly he decided to hurry things along. He beckoned the boys to stand even closer to him, as he sat on the edge of his seat. Mr Davis then leaned forward and kissed Justin's belly button, making the lad giggle. He then kissed the 16-year-old's cock-filled briefs, smelling the aroma of the aroused teenage boy. As he kissed and nuzzled Justin's nylon-covered cock and cum-filled balls, he was also stroking his firm bum. He was stroking Rob's as well, but was concentrating his attentions on Justin. Meanwhile, Rob was enjoying watching, as he caressed his own nylon-encased prick and balls. The teacher got his mouth right over Justin's sheathed cockhead, and eagerly sucked the boy's knob through the warm seethrough fabric.
Justin was now getting very aroused, with so many new sensations coursing through his body. 'Of fuck, fuck, I think I'm gonna cum, I can't last much longer.' Mr Davis instantly responded by peeling down the front of Justin's briefs and freeing the youngster's swollen, throbbing cock. Precum was leaking from Justin's knob and collecting in the hood of his long foreskin. Mr Davis lapped up some of the clear, sticky liquid. With his left hand, he then took hold of Justin's cock, gently easing his foreskin back and forth before engulfing the stiff, very juicy cock in his mouth. He only had time to suck the youngster's prick for a few seconds, before the sexually inexperienced lad cried out: 'Aaarrrgggghhh -- I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming.' He sucked the stiff cock even harder, feeling it pulsing between his lips, and was amply rewarded with a mouthful of thick and creamy boy spunk. Justin spurted several powerful shots of boy jizz, as Mr Davis eagerly swallowed the schoolboy's tasty cream. After sucking the young lad dry, Mr Davis let his pupil's softening cock free from his lips, before telling him 'You taste fantastic.'
Mr Davis's attention was then attracted by the sound of Rob, who was breathing very heavily beside Justin. Rob had been so excited and turned on, as he watched his best mate being sucked off by their teacher, that as he rubbed his aching prick through his sensuous briefs, he suddenly felt the build up of pressure as his orgasm rapidly approached. As Mr Davis looked at the flushed lad, Rob began to pump his spunk into the skimpy thong, filling it with hot boycum. 'Aaahhhh, aaahhhh, ooh fuck that feels good.' With each powerful spurt, the creamy white spunk started to ooze through the mesh briefs, making the powder blue go much darker. Mr Davis quickly placed his hands on Rob's slim hips, plunged his mouth over the soaking nylon, and lapped up the thick cream through the mesh. When the front of the briefs were clean, he pulled them down, tucking them under Rob's balls and licked up the spunk that was smeared all over Rob's sparse blond pubes. He then licked the blobs of cream from the length of Rob's softening cock, swirling his tongue over the cock head. When he had licked up all of Rob's delicious teen spunk, he sat back in his seat and looked at Rob and Justin standing in front of him.
The two schoolboys looked so fucking sexy, standing there, with their white shirts open, black school trousers down around their ankles and briefs around their thighs, their softening pricks glistening with their teachers' saliva. Mr Davis's own cock was now rock hard and he felt ready to explode, but as he glanced at the clock, he realised that there wasn't enough time, as the boys needed to get back to school for the afternoon session. 'Well lads, that was amazing, but you'd better get quickly dressed, or you will be late for school and we don't want you getting in to any trouble.' He watched Rob and Justin as they pulled up their damp briefs, zipped up their trousers, and buttoned their shirts. As they put their school ties and blazers back on, the transformation was complete -- once again they looked like two innocent schoolboys.
'I'm sure I can trust you both to keep this incident between ourselves and I'll see you in English class tomorrow. We can then arrange another time to continue our fun, where we shall make sure we have enough time to enjoy ourselves properly. And by the way, you can call me by my first name, Lee. Although it's pretty horny being called "sir", I think we can enjoy the teacher-schoolboy relationship without being too formal.'
- MONDAY EVENING
During the course of the afternoon Justin and Rob were in different lessons, and did not meet up again until the end of school. On the bus home they didn't talk about what had happened at dinnertime, though both boys had thought of little else all afternoon. More than once, each lad had grown erect under the desk at the recollection of the hot scene in which they had been involved. And for both of them, the sensation of their cocks growing and then relaxing, only to swell once more, in their tight hugging sexy briefs, warm and damp form their lunchtime spunk explosions, was incredibly horny.
'Wanna call in at my place?' asked Rob as the bus approached Justin's stop. 'No-one's back till after 6.'
'OK.' They let the bus pass Justin's stop, and got off a couple of stops later. They had a coke and sat side by side on the sofa. At first they seemed a bit embarrassed with each other, neither wanting to be the first to refer to that dinner time scene when each had succumbed willingly to Lee's seductive skills. After all, each had seen the other undress and have his cock sucked by their teacher -- and that doesn't happen every day! But somehow words were unnecessary, and instead, side by side, they let their hands rest on each other's thighs.
Then suddenly Rob jumped up. 'Come on -- to my bedroom, quick' and the two schoolboys hurried up the stairs. They pulled their blazers and ties off, and sat on the bed. Then they lay back and relaxed. Each let his hand rest on the front of his friend's black trousers, tantalisingly close to the crutch. Justin was the first to make a move. His fingers reached up to the button at the top of Rob's trousers and undid it, and then he began slowly to pull the zip downwards. Rob took his cue from Justin, and he too began to unfasten his friend's uniform trousers, easing the fly-zip open. Their trousers parted at the front, and they looked at each others gaping flies. Justin's brilliant white and Rob's powder-blue pouches peeked out, similarly transparent and equally enticing. The boys slid their hands into the open flies and cupped each other's nylon bulges. Their warm young cocks moved and grew under the exploring hands of their investigators.
'Let's get our trousers off' muttered Rob, and they stood, dropped their trousers, and tugged at their shirts and pulled them off too. Naked except for their bulging nylon pouches, they sat down again on the bed, and began to stroke their cocks through the thin nylon mesh. Instinctively, each boy stretched his legs wide apart, partly to make it easier for the other to get a good feel of his friend's thrusting package and to manipulate his knob, but also to ensure that their delicious fat bulges pushed forward even more. Rubbing and stroking, each kid delighted in the feel of another boy's engorged cock beneath the mesh, and even more enjoyed the sight of the throbbing hard-on in the transparent brief, moving backwards and forwards, trembling and quivering with excitement in its nylon prison. They lay on their sides, face to face, flushed and tense. 'Move closer' said Rob, so Justin pressed up against his wank buddy. Their pouches made contact, and something like an electric charge seemed to pass through the teenagers near naked bodies as nylon rubbed against nylon. The fat cock- swollen bulges pressed closer still, and the boys moved together, agitating their cum-filled balls and hard pricks as they ground gently together, the light swishing sound of the two slippery nylon pouches incredibly sensuous in the otherwise silent bedroom. Their rigid shafts slid against each other, pointing upwards, and they looked down at themselves, enjoying the erotic sight of their knobs peeking from the top of their thongs, their foreskins pulling back within the nylon, the purple knobs and piss-slits glistening wet with honeydew precum. Justin's ball sac formed a sex pouch which Rob could not resist gently massaging, agitating his cum-heavy nuts towards a spunky orgasm. Rob's own rather fatter balls were equally tempting in their pale blue nylon bag, and Justin in turn moved his hand over the ball sac and rubbed his school-friend's nuts firmly, making them tingle. Then they returned to pressing their bulging pouches together, so that the tingling sensation of their approaching orgasm was all they could think about. Pushing and rubbing they increased their wanking rhythm, shaft against shaft, their warm, damp briefs agitating their teenboy cocks which quivered and thrust within their silky bags. This went on for some minutes, the two boys breathing heavily and moaning gently. Justin put his hands behind Rob and pulled his nylon- sheathed bum towards him: Rob followed suited.
'I want to cum, I want to cum my load, I'm gonna pump spunk,' muttered Justin suddenly. 'Me too, any moment now,' responded Rob. 'Stay here, let's do it here. I'm going to cover your thong with cum. Do your spunk inside your pants, I wanna see your spunk showing through.' Justin slid his quivering cock back inside his briefs, the tight nylon gripping the tingling head of his shaft, but Rob's glistening knob continued to jut out at the top.
'Yeaah, fuck, let's fill our pants with our jizz. Oh fuck, this is so fucking horny.'
'Come on Justin -- I want to watch your cock showing through your nylon briefs shoot its hot creamy spunk. Come on, do it now, just for me baby.'
'Oh yeah, I'm going to cum. I'm cumming, nowww!! Aaahhhh, yeah, oooooh'. Justin began to buck and thrust, and Rob looked down as his school friend's rigid shaft tensed and pulsed, and then began to pump jets of creamy boycum into the snow-white nylon briefs. Every pulse of cum showed through as it began to empty into the shiny pouch. That was enough to trigger Rob's own explosion; he felt the approach of a torrent of cum as it travelled from his big heavy balls up his shaft towards the light of day. The sensation of his orgasm, the second that day that had filled his powder-blue nylon briefs, was just incredible. Watching Justin's spunk shooting as he himself shot his own load of creamy thick boycum was like experiencing a double orgasm. The pleasure was so intense. His spunk flooded over the front of Justin's white briefs, making them creamy on the outside as well as within! The boys moaned with joy at the height of their ecstasy, and held each other close as their love-juice mingled. What made their wank-off so horny was the feel of their two nylon pouches, each throbbing with hot boycock, pressing together at the moment of spunking. Perhaps each in his own way had come to the conclusion during those intense few minutes that there was something special about wanking off your best mate; wanking yourself was one thing, but doing it with your best friend, or letting him do it to you, was really hot. It had been a good day!
Later, after Justin had peeled off his cum-soaked thong, heavy with spunk, and slipped on a pair of shorts, and Rob had returned Justin's well-christened powder blue briefs, and put on the pale red pair to go home in, the boys chatted for a bit. As Rob left he got instructions from Justin about the location of the boutique, as he said that he intended himself going the next day to get some briefs of his own so that he didn't have to keep borrowing them from Justin. 'I wouldn't mind, though!' said Justin, smiling broadly. 'It was really cool seeing you cumming wearing my seethrough briefs -- the first time I wear that blue pair I bet it'll make me really hard!'
Next time read about when Rob goes to the underwear boutique and gives the shop owner a creamy liquid lunch. If you are enjoying this, and are into tight briefs and the young guys who fill them up, get in touch! Write to scott_justin51@hotmail.com and butch18@btinternet.com