Danny, and the pants
by
Funtimedanny
Sorry guys that it has been a while since I have put fingers to keyboard. I know I promised the many of you who responded to my previous accounts that I would post something soon, but it's been a busy period. Last week, however, I had a particularly horny time and as it is raining tonight and the cruising area wont be that hot, and the two guys I thought I might hook up with tonight have both blown me out, I thought I would at least start (before Tim, my partner, gets back from work) recounting what happened last week. For those of you who know nothing about me, you can find out more – and hopefully enjoy my other accounts – in the folder Danny is Horny, which is in Encounters dated Jan 30th 2007. There is also a description of another encounter a couple of weeks later in Encounters called 'danny and the lay-by'. Let me know on Funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk if you have any comments on this or previous accounts. I have had some positive responses to my previous ones – some guys telling me how they have spunked a load reading what I have written, which is quite a turn on for me. But I have also had some good constructive criticism of the ways in which I recount what happens to me, which is good too. Anyway, last week...
My partner, Tim, and I like trying different things and varying our sex life. One of the things we have done occasionally over the last couple of years is to have sex wearing a particular pair of underpants that turn us on – if anyone wants a picture of me in them, then email me. Anyway, I bought these underpants in a sale at Clone Zone for Tim. They are black, but with a porous material in parts that becomes semi- transparent when they are stretched over your skin – and through which spunk can ooze through if you shoot a load in them. There is a pouch at the front through which an erect cock sticks straight up your chest.
When one of us is feeling particularly horny, we have various ways of indicating it to the other. One of them is to put on these underpants as we are getting into bed, or to put them on secretly under jeans when we are going out and then discreetly direct the other's hand into our flies at some point to indicate they are being worn. This usually develops into a few days when we both spunk into and onto them in different ways and different situations, until we move on to something else. Last week Tim put them on one evening as we were getting into bed and it started a couple of days of horny fun, eventually involving someone where I work.
Tim had got into bed while I was in the bathroom so I did not know he had the pants on. As I spooned into him from behind, however, I felt the material against my cock. Although I was a bit tired, all the past associations of what we do when we wear them, created an almost instant hard-on. I moved slightly so that my cock was pressing the material of the pants hard into Tim's arse crack. I wrapped my arms around him and began to gently stroke his nips until they were hard and he was moaning softly. My right hand slid down his chest, pressing firmly in a way that has him squirming, until I reached the waistband. I paused there, stroking the outskirts of his pubes and then, pressing into him even more firmly, I let my hand feel over the pouch. He had a raging hard cock throbbing behind the thin material. I moaned in appreciation and my hand stroked the top of his cock head, already poking well out of the pouch. Then I concentrated on gently squeezing and feeling the shaft of his pulsing cock and his balls through the material. I was so turned on, my cock leaked some precum onto the pants that were pressed into his arse crack. I took my hand off him for a moment, reached behind me and felt around for the poppers we keep by the bed. It was going to be a rush of lust tonight rather than our quieter love-making. I unscrewed it single handed while I continued to hump him slightly and stroke his nipple with the other hand. He tilted his head slightly as I held the poppers under his nostril and he took a couple of long deep breaths in. I took a snort myself and as the rush hit me, he turned in my arms and kissed me hard as his hands roamed down my back and massaged my bum cheeks. My cock head was now pressed into his, which was poking way out of the pants between us.
His cock felt slick on mine as our precum merged and spread over our dicks and the pants. We fucked up against each other and our tongues lashed our tonsils. We broke apart as Tim turned me on my back and sat astride me. I looked up at his taught body, his slightly hairy chest and his nips, which I began to tweak, one in each hand. His cock strained out of the pouch a few inches from my face. Tim reached over and brought the poppers under my nose. Yeah. I took 3 or 4 deep hits, pulled him forward up my chest and strained my head up so that I could take the top part of his cock down my throat. As the poppers hit, I went wild on his cock. Slavering the cock head with my tongue and spit, tasting the precum and moulding his tits with my hands. I was only vaguely aware of him taking some poppers and then he was thrusting into my mouth, holding my head with one hand so that he was in complete control.
He pulled out of my mouth, leaving a strand of precum hanging from my chin. My cock was rock hard straight up and needing attention. Tim looked round at it and grunted with desire. He raised himself up slightly, turned round and bent forward so that his arse was in my face as I felt the hot wetness of his mouth close over my cock. One hand started to stroke between my arse and balls, occasionally pressing down hard in a way that got my prostate going and the precum flooding even more into his mouth. I took another hit of poppers, pulled the pants slightly to one side and ran my tongue around the knot of flesh at his arse hole. The tangy, but clean, taste and man- odour sent me wild as the poppers hit so that my cock was thrusting hard up into Tim's mouth. I pushed my tongue more and more firmly into his arse until he relaxed a little and it went right in. I squeezed his balls gently with one hand as I rimmed the inside of his hole, making it really slick for what I hoped would come next.
I could feel the cum building in my balls and that sensation beginning in the tip of my cock head. I pulled my tongue out of his arse, put my arms firmly around his chest and pulled Tim off my cock. It was too soon to spunk. I really wanted his arse in a bad way now.
Tim turned round so he was facing me and grinned lustfully at me. He took a big hit of poppers and then raised himself over my dick reached back and lowered himself onto me, pulling the pants back so that my cock slid up one of the pant legs and up and down his arse crack. The pressure between the material and his skin had me almost creaming. We slowed down slightly and he took another shot of poppers and on the down stroke, shifted slightly so that my cock pressed up inside his arse hole instead of up his bum crack. I felt him clamp around my pulsing cock for a moment. Then he rose, my cock came out and the next time he came down it slid up his bum rubbing against the material of the pants. He got into a rhythm, his head flung back in abandon. I put my hands out and squeezed his nips as he went up and down on me, my cock going right up his arse about one time out of three. On the other two strokes my cock was rubbed between his arse and the pants, spreading precum and arse juice over the material.
I took some more poppers and held it up for Tim to take a couple of snorts and then started to wank his cock inside the pouch. His cock was pulsing wildly in my hand and as I stroked it my hand became covered with precum. It was getting harder and longer to the point where I knew he was about to spunk. That took me close to the edge too. I held up the poppers again to him and he looked straight into my eyes, his whole face taught. I nodded slightly, took a hit of the poppers too and we both went for it. His cock was thrusting into my hand now and my cock was racing up and down his bum crack and every couple of strokes right up into his arse hole, hitting the prostate deep inside him, making the cock in my hand spew even more precum. His groans became more urgent and I pushed his cock into the front of the pouch. A couple of strokes through the material and I felt him shudder as spunk shot out into the pants. It was enough for me. I went past the point of no return, thrusting my dick hard up his arse, pausing for a moment before spurting a shot deep inside him. He came off me and my cock rode up his backside, shooting spunk over his bum and into the back of the pants. His cum was now oozing out through the material at the front of the pouch and while I was still shooting I leaned forward and licked the thick, salty cum juice through the material.
Tim collapsed down on top of me and my cock popped out of the pants. We kissed for a few moments and then Tim rolled off me. We both lay on our backs holding hands tightly. I knew that Tim would be feeling the spunk-soaked pants hot and wet against his pubes and bum as we came down from the heights.
When we woke the next morning we started kissing and stroking our morning hard- ons a bit. But Tim said he had plans for me and that I should go and get a cold shower and calm down! I reluctantly did, as I had a train to catch. When I came back into the bedroom, Tim was standing by the bed in the pants he had slept in. He slid them off and handed them to me. I duly left for work, respectable in my suit, collar and Tie, with the spunked up black pants, still damp from Tim's body, clinging to me beneath.
The train had been going about half an hour when Tim's first text came through. "Dare you to go to the toilet, wank till you have precum on hands, then go back to a seat and lick ur fingers in front of another guy. But don't cum."
The toilet on the train had a full-length mirror. I stood in front of it. Not bad, I thought. My body looked pretty taught from the Marathon training I was doing and the suit was smart with a light blue silk shirt and darker blue tie. I stood for a few moments admiring myself, took of my jacket and then dropped my trousers to the floor. The stretched, spunk-stained pants came a few inches below my shirt tails. My cock was already semi hard and I adjusted it so it was in the pouch of my pants. I watched myself start to stroke my dick through the material and the bulge began to grow and pulse.
I had better stop. It's taken longer than I expected to recount things to this point. Partly because I keep pausing and wanking a bit as I remember it. I even got up at one point and got the pants and rubbed them over my face as I stroked off a bit. Only to help with me with the writing you understand...Yeah, right. Anyway, Tim will be back in a moment so going to sign off and post this. Hopefully will get time to recount the rest before too long.
Thanks for reading it to this point and hope you have got off or its helped you get in the mood for more porn/sex. Let me know.
Danny
Funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk