JAMIE'S NYLON BRIEF ENCOUNTERS
By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
[In collaboration with a cyber friend]
When Jamie landed the Saturday job at the local branch of a well-known chain of clothes shops, he was not over-keen at the prospect. Although he needed money badly, the idea of standing behind a till for hours on end was not his idea of fun. And although he was only 17, he had big ideas for himself, and somehow felt that he could do better than shop work. On the other hand, he persuaded himself that this was only at weekends, that all his friends had jobs, and needs must.
It was quite a small branch in a provincial town. There was a small nucleus of full- time staff for weekday business, but as most trade was done on Saturdays quite a lot of hourly-paid staff were brought in then. There was a fairly large section for women, and a smaller men's unit upstairs where he was based. Jamie was an intelligent, alert lad, with sharp features and short fair hair. He was a keen sportsman - he was in his school soccer first 11 - and aiming towards university. His teachers had encouraged him to think about applying for one of the better provincial universities. His parents were proud of this ambition, not having been particularly well-educated themselves, and were determined to make financial sacrifices for him. But there were also two younger brothers to consider, and Jamie accepted that he must play his part too in trying to get some finances together.
Jamie had a secret. At least, it was something that he felt he could not tell his parents about, although most of his friends were aware that he was gay. His experience was limited, partly because of the provincial attitudes of the small English town where he lived and went to school. But something exceptional had happened to him to persuade him of his sexuality a few months before, just before his seventeenth birthday. It had occurred after school one Wednesday in November, after sports afternoon, when he was passing the changing room used by the visiting team from a nearby sixth form college. He had been late showering and changing and was preparing to leave, assuming that everyone else had already gone. His sports bag was hooked over his shoulder as he passed the small glass panel in the changing room door. A slight movement from within caused him to pause and look though the glass.
At first he thought that he must have been mistaken, and that there was nobody inside. But then there was the strange muffled sound again. He moved up close to the door and peered through into the gloomy interior. Nothing. And then he saw a faint movement in the far corner leading round to the shower area. He peered again. This time there was no mistake. Someone seemed to be sitting on the wooden bench, though they were almost entirely obscured from view. All he could make out was the person's right leg, which appeared to be naked. But now he could distinctly hear the faint signs of moaning. Was the person unwell?
Some instinct told him that he should go into the changing room quietly, and afterwards he wondered about this. If he had really thought someone was ill, why the need for discretion? The door opened quietly, and he slipped into the room.
At once he was able to see that there were two people, both with their backs to him, not just the one. A few steps took him right inside, and unless they turned round he was invisible to them. He thought that he recognised one of the boys from the visiting team, a good-looking lad, fair-haired like himself. But surely the other person was his own team coach, Mr Anderson, a teacher of about 24 or so. The boy was naked except for his shorts. At first Jamie thought that the teacher was completely naked, then saw that he was wearing just a white jockstrap. And there was no doubt about it. The man had his hand over the front of the youngster's red nylon shorts and was feeling him through the shiny material, whilst the boy in turn was firmly stroking his teacher in the bulging white jock. The moans were being produced by the teacher, it seemed.
For a minute, Jamie was rooted to the spot. He had been completely thrown off guard and yet at the same time he couldn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him. He had a huge respect for his coach, Mr Andersen. They got on really well, and often had a good chat on the bus to away matches. Jamie admired him, but at the same time in the last few months had realised that he was attracted to him as well. A few weeks ago, at an away match, the coach had had to share their changing facilities, and the sight of this guy next to him in the showers had been a huge thrill. Jamie recognised the feeling as he stared at the tight straps of the jock.
Jamie knew he couldn't stay there. He also knew he should slip out of the door as quietly as he had come. But it was an instant decision instead, to step across the short distance to the store cupboard on his left. The whole layout of the locker room was second nature to Jamie, and he knew that from there he could continue to watch the action and remain unseen from the two of them.
In fact, this gave Jamie a whole new angle. He'd guessed that the lad was from the visiting team from his glistening red shorts. His own team always wore blue. But now he could see for sure it was Danny Mathesen. Jamie knew Danny quite well because he lived quite close to the school and wouldn't have to catch the coach home like the rest of his team mates. His classic good looks and floppy fair hair made him a popular kid, and he had a broad smile across his face. His legs were spread wide as the older guy fondled the huge bulge which tented the front of the red nylon fabric. He leaned back on the bench, letting go of the teacher's bulging pouch, and supported himself with his hands, closing his eyes. Mr Anderson knelt between the teenager's legs and leant forward, his lips closing around one of the nipples on Danny's flat chest. The lad sighed, 'Oh yeah! Mmmmmm...'
Jamie realised that he had unconsciously slipped his own hand inside the zipper of his own jeans and begun to work on his rock hard cock through the soft nylon of his blue briefs. The sight of his teacher, and the lad, and the locker room seemed so unreal, and yet so right somehow. As he watched, the coach slipped down the lad's body until his mouth reached the huge bulge in his shorts. The outline of the boy's cock was quite clear in the shiny fabric, and a dark patch had formed in the nylon at the knobhead. Jamie gasped as the teacher nibbled along the length, feeling the shorts as he did it, then up to the lad's chest, feeling him all over. The sight was awesome for Jamie, but more than that, he imagined feeling that smooth shiny material himself, but even more wanted to be the one being serviced by the coach.
Jamie was unable to take his eyes off the action in front of him, confident that the players were completely unaware that he was watching their every stroke. He felt so horny, so turned-on, so conscious of his own feelings - he was well-aware that a huge damp patch had formed in the front of his own sexy briefs, but it seemed right, good, wonderful. And as he watched, longing for more, the teacher, clearly experienced, knowing what would come next, gently lifted the waistband of the red soccer shorts, and edged them downwards to reveal the glistening, smooth red head of the boy's cock.
Jamie gasped. It looked huge to him. The waistband of the shorts tucked under Danny's balls and the shaft stood out, solid as iron. And he knew what was next as the coach leant forward, towards the teenager, hiding him from view. Jamie could only imagine the sensation, the older guy enjoying the boy's cock, and the youngster completely overwhelmed by the sensation of an experienced man taking control of his hard shaft.
The man's head began gradually to slide down the quivering shaft, then up, and down, beginning a regular motion in rhythm with the lad's breathing and gasping. And as the teacher's head bobbed up and down, it was clear his hand was working inside his jockstrap, frisking his own cock towards a hot climax. Jamie's teencock throbbed and pulsed, and it seemed only seconds before young Danny gasped and yelled and bucked his hips into the teacher's face in a huge climax. At the same time, the older guy froze, his body engulfed by his own orgasm.
Jamie's throbbing cock felt suddenly and wonderfully tight within the confines of his blue nylon briefs and without another stroke, it began to squirt load after load of creamy cum into the fabric, even though he was barely touching it. Jamie felt the warmth of the slippery spunk fill his briefs and it felt good in his hand as it oozed through the material. He reached out to hold himself up against the wall of the store room, regaining his breath as his legs shook beneath him.
He was not sure how much noise he had made - he looked up to see whether he had been discovered. But no - the young footie player was lying on the bench, his athletic body shiny with a layer of sweat, the red nylon shorts still half way down his muscular thighs and the front of the shiny surface covered in glistening splashes of a big load of boycum.
Mr Andersen stood up, the big wet patch of his own spunk soaking through the bulging jock. He reached out and rubbed the side of Danny's face affectionately: 'Thanks Danny - catch you again next time'. The lad grinned broadly.
Jamie stood still - he was desperate to make sure that he did not spoil his jeans, but he didn't want to be discovered either. He didn't have to wait long before Danny sprang to his feet. His teen cock still hard from the recent suck session, hung down between his footballer's legs and he slid the red shorts down and off. Then he did something else which surprised and thrilled Jamie; he lifted the nylon shorts to his face and pressed the damp patch to his nose. It lasted just a moment, but to Jamie it seemed so sexy, so right - what he had seen was two guys really enjoying themselves, no harm done, and he knew he wanted the same.
Danny grabbed the towel behind him and headed for the shower area. Jamie took his chance and slipped out of the storeroom, and quietly out of the locker room to the toilets next door to clean himself up.
Jamie had thought about the incident many times since; in fact he had a lot of pleasure replaying the scene through his mind. And he thought about it again as he dressed himself in his smartest clothes ready for his first day at the clothes shop.
One of the things that he most enjoyed about recalling the episode was the moment of his own orgasm, and the sensation he experienced as his blue nylon briefs had filled with his warm spunk. As he had gone home on the bus that night, having cleaned off the cum that had oozed through his briefs, he was surprised to find how horny he still felt. He had changed out of the damp cum-soaked briefs when he got home and had hidden them carefully away rather than giving them to his mum to wash! Better do these myself, he thought. For weeks afterwards, his best wanking sessions had been when wearing either a pair of briefs, preferably nylon (he had a couple of pairs), or his soccer shorts (doubtless inspired by the memory of Danny's shiny red ones). Before going to bed at night he would slip on a fresh pair of briefs, sometimes cotton, more often silk or nylon, and before going to sleep he would lie there in the dark and gently bring himself off to a climax, stroking his hard teenshaft beneath the stretched fabric, enjoying the tension of his rod trapped and tingling, bubbling towards its explosion of hot young cum. He knew that this was all because of what he had seen, that it had changed him perhaps for life, that the best sex for him needed to involve the process of undressing and underwear play. All he needed now was to find someone who shared this obsession, and he thought that was going to be pretty hard to achieve. He had not heard of other lads wanking in their pants!
Being an intelligent boy, Jamie quickly settled into the routines of his shop job. The assistant manager, Alan, was quite young, no more than twenty-five, and good looking. He required the staff to wear clothes from the shop's range, which Jamie found a but ironic as he had made a big effort to wear some of his best gear, but as he was going to be working in the sports section on his first Saturday Alan decided that he must be kitted out appropriately. However, with Saturday being the busiest day of the week, there was no time to get this sorted out during opening hours, so Alan said that they would need to spend some time together after they had closed. Jamie rang his mum on his mobile during his break, just to say that he would be a bit later home than he had thought.
Saturday was also late opening, so it was gone 7.00 when finally the doors were locked. Alan had to do some cashing up first, and asked Jamie to tidy up some of the racks in the sports section and perhaps to start looking for things that he might fancy wearing the next week. During the day Jamie had already noticed things that he liked, and others that he wouldn't be seen dead in. He wondered whether he should go for a basic tracksuit, or maybe jogging bottoms with a white tee, but then there was the range of shorts to consider. He quite fancied the idea of wearing white nylon shorts, but thought Alan might consider that too informal. He was fingering a pair on the racks when Alan came up to him.
'D'you fancy those?'
'Well, I was just wondering whether you might feel they were a bit too casual for work.'
'Look son, we're trying to encourage customers to buy things that look good on people, and I'm sure they'd be good on you. Try them on. And take this white teeshirt too'. Alan indicated a changing room in the corner.
Jamie took the pair of white nylon shorts from the rack, checked the size - 28 waist - and took them over to the changing room. He unbuckled his black trousers and dropped them to the floor, and also pulled off his open-necked white shirt. He pulled the shorts and tee-shirt on, and they felt good. He went back out to show Alan, who was looking through other possible items of clothing for Jamie to try out.
'Hey, they look great on you. Nice legs!'
Jamie blushed. He wasn't sure if Alan was taking the piss, or if he was genuinely admiring him.
'They seem the right size. Not too tight at the waist, are they?'
'No, they're my size - I checked.'
'They seem nicely, umm, well nicely filled at the front, if you get my meaning.'
Jamie was now bright red. He had himself noticed that his mound was well cupped at the front, and had been pleased with the effect, but the last thing he had expected was for his boss to comment so directly!
'Oh, err, sorry. A bit much, you think? Shall I try something else?'
'Not on my account, kid. Look, all the lads want to think they're going to look sexy wearing the stuff they buy here. That's what it's all about. If they come in and see someone cute like you looking like that, it's going to do no harm at all to trade. Believe me. But look, now you've started on shorts why not try out another pair or two as we're here. How about these.'
He handed a light blue pair of silk shorts to Jamie who turned to head back to the changing room again. 'Oh, change them here. No need to be shy in front of me – and definitely nothing to be shy about under there, I'm sure!'
Jamie smiled and put the new blue shorts on the rack beside him, and started removing the white ones. They slipped down his legs, so that he stood before Alan in just briefs and tee.
'Hey Jamie, what are those?' Alan's voice had changed imperceptibly. Jamie saw that Alan's eyes were transfixed by the sight of his briefs. They were the same pale blue nylon briefs he had worn that memorable day in the changing room – he had worn them for luck on this his first day. 'Are they nylon, or silk? It's really hard to find decent nylon briefs these days - though I have managed to find a supplier for those few customers who seek them out. But I'm not familiar with those. What are they? Is there a label at the back?'
'I'm not sure, I think so. To be honest, I don't know the make.'
'Let me see if I can read the label. Come over here.'
Jamie walked the few steps over to Alan, and turned his back so that he could check the label on the inside rear waist. He felt Alan's fingers turn the waist band of the blue briefs down gently, to read the label. Even that slight touch was like electricity passing through him.
'Hey, they're really good quality. Fucking sexy too, if I might say. No wonder you were filling out those shorts a moment ago. Turn round again. Yes, look how they support you at the front - what a bulge. A talented boy, obviously!' Alan's praise was really exciting Jamie, who knew that they were entering dangerous territory, but it was one he was only too willing to explore.
'They're nice and shiny, too. Soft to the touch, yes?'
Jamie said nothing, but nodded.
'Yeah, I bet they are. Soft and silky on that young cock of yours. Mind if I just check if I'm right?'
Again, Jamie did not speak. His silence spoke volumes.
'I just want to feel for a moment, to see how that soft mound presses through the shiny blue nylon. See how it catches the light in here, and glistens? Sit by me here.'
Jamie and Alan sat together on the bench at the back of the shop. Alan slipped his hand between Jamie's legs, and Jamie in turn opened his legs wide to receive the gentle invader. Alan covered the still soft bulge made by his warm cock and balls, heavy in the blue nylon, and sighed gently as he made contact with the willing boy.
'Mmm, that feels good, I must say, really good. Nice and warm. God, you've got quite a handful down there Jamie. All soft and giving.'
Jamie rested his hands on the bench either side of him, and lent back a little.
'OK?' asked Alan.
'Yeah, fine,' said Jamie, giving Alan the go-ahead he craved.
The older man began to work gently on the boy's nylon-covered package, pressing and feeling the youngster's knob beneath the sexy nylon. Now Jamie began to harden, and felt to blood pump into his cock. Alan did not for a moment stop rubbing him up, working the swelling shaft beneath the soft blue fabric. 'That's it Jamie, I want to feel your cock grow really big in those fantastic briefs. Show me how big you can get it.'
Jamie happily obliged. He had never felt anything as horny as this before. Even that memorable changing room scene now seemed pale in comparison. This was a real guy, wanting him, and more than that, getting him off in his briefs! Jamie was now fully hard, and Alan maneuvered his cock from outside the nylon so that his cockhead was pointing upwards, the full length of his teenshaft clearly shaped through the briefs. A drip of precum honey made a dark stain at the top. Alan now began to agitate the underside of the shaft with a gently frigging motion, and Jamie moaned with pleasure.
Without for a moment relaxing in his attentions to the teenager, Alan managed to unzip his own dark trousers and pull them open.
'Look Jamie, surprise, eh?'
Jamie looked across, and through Alan's gaping fly he could see that his boss was wearing a pair of see-thru mesh nylon briefs, revealing a cock as hard and hot as his own. And with a flash of understanding Jamie realised that he was not alone - he had found a guy who sex in nylon briefs as sexy as he did himself. It was if his prayers had been answered.
Alan's cock looked awesome, encased in the mesh material - neatly tucked inside, but everything viewable through the see-thru style. Jamie had seen many lads in the showers, and often checked out their tackle, but he'd seen few hard cocks, and this one looked so good. He felt the surge of emotion that he'd felt when he'd seen his teacher's jock. His boss was not quite as big as his teacher, but his shaft was totally rock hard, and where he had been leaking, and the precum couldn't be absorbed by the mesh material, the skin was shiny and attractive.
'Oh wow, mate, that looks wonderful!'
Jamie reached out to slide his hand inside the fly of his boss. He just had to feel as well as see that treasure. It felt warm, and slightly damp - steely hard and yet silky to the touch as well.
'Yeah mate' moaned Alan 'I knew you'd like what you saw. Feel my hot cock. Looks good in these pants, eh?'
Jamie began to massage the length up and down with the palm of his hand, gently grabbing the shaft from time to time. But he wanted more and with a flick, the top catch was released and Alan's trousers dropped half-way down his thighs. Jamie liked what he saw - it looked like the guy played football, or went running. He had thick thighs, slightly hairy, but the bulge in his underwear was truly amazing to see, and Jamie, getting more sure of himself, reached round to feel the guy's hard butt in the tight, mesh underwear.
'Looks like we have the same taste' said Alan. 'And the same size - you fancy trying these on?'
Jamie was feeling so horny, and he didn't really know what the next step should be. The idea of trying on those sexy undies appealed enormously and maybe Alan really was most interested in garments for the shop and for his staff to wear. His thought about how Danny had been stretched out on that locker room bench, his cock standing up to attention - and how much he'd wanted to see it close up, taste it, suck it!
But already, Alan had removed his trousers, and as he pulled out the waistband of his briefs to ease it over the bulge, his cock sprang free. He grinned back at Jamie:
'C'mon mate, no harm in swapping!'
He reached out to Jamie and worked both hands over the smooth nylon of his briefs. Then sliding a hand down inside the back, he pulled them down, gently unhooking them from the front, and pushing them down to join Jamie's jeans half way down his legs. Bending down, Jamie pulled everything down and off.
'Here let me' said Alan, and kneeling down in front of Jamie, he presented his own briefs for the lad to step into. 'This lad is so sexy' thought Alan as he tucked the boy's teencock snuggly inside the mesh fabric. The shaft bulged the briefs obscenely and the fat head, lying against the damp patch Alan had already made, was shiny and wet as it produced yet more precum.
Still kneeling, Alan reached out to run his hands up and down the lad's thighs; then he leant forward, enjoying the aroma of young teen sweat and sexy man smell. His tongue reached for the bulging crotch and ran the length of the shaft, relishing the tang of teen juices. Then gently he began to nibble the thickness while he massaged the big boy-nuts, tight inside the profile of the briefs.
Jamie was loving this. He loved knowing he was wearing someone else's sexy briefs. And he loved the new feelings he was experiencing as this young guy worked his cock.
'Oh mate - that feels so, so good. Work my cock - that's awesome'
Jamie's cock was leaking so much that some was dribbling along the shaft and making the briefs even wetter, combining with Alan's spit. The whole length was clearly outlined by the wet fabric, fat and long and ever so tasty. Jamie had slipped down the bench a little, his legs wide-spread - Alan dropped to his knees, and maneuvered himself between the lad's muscular thighs until his own rock hard dick was lined up against the thick outline of Jamie's in the mesh. He grabbed both cocks together, and began to gently massage them together, nylon on nylon, slick and slippery. Jamie went wild - he threw his head back, moaning and groaning, and thrusting his arse upwards forcing his crotch into Alan's hand.
The feeling of the damp mesh against his shaft was too much for Alan - he knew he would need to shoot soon and much as he wanted this to last, he somehow knew he would be having many more experiences with this lad's underwear and sports kit! With his left hand he reached beneath Jamie's throbbing rod to massage his nuts through the fabric of his own briefs (he loved the thought of this teen wearing his own underwear) - they felt heavy and full, and Alan knew well the feeling of always being ready to unload them.
'Jamie, you're so hot' he moaned 'and you're making me so horny in those undies, I fucking need to shoot my spunk. Hope you're ready for...'
Before he could finish, Alan felt the lad's shaft swell and throbbed even more:
'Oh Christ...'
...and he came - a huge damp patch of the lad's cum soaked the mesh, quickly leaking through, and the feeling of the fabric and the dripping load of boyspunk, slicking up Alan's cock, was too much for him. His own first shot covered Jamie's belly, and the remaining six or seven covered the mesh underwear until it was completely soaking with warm creamy spunk.
Jamie collapsed against the bench and Alan dropped to the floor in satisfied exhaustion. Neither guy spoke for a while, catching their breath from the excitement of horny sex. Alan glanced up at this young teen-stud. His legs were still out-stretched and there was still a bulge in his cum-drenched underwear. Jamie's blue nylon briefs were discarded on the floor and Alan smiled, knowing he'd be seeing a lot more of them!
For a few moments Jamie felt dazed, intoxicated, and tried to make sense of the last minutes. Of one thing he was certain - what had just happened was the most important experience he had yet had in his young life, and he knew that it was a turning point. It was what he had been waiting for. It began to make sense of the locker-room scene, of his fetish for shorts and briefs, of his overwhelming need to find other people who could explain all that to him. Alan was a good-looking guy, he was young, he was horny, but most important of all he liked what Jamie liked, and could give the teenager what he had been craving.
'You OK mate?' asked Alan, aware that the boy was lost in himself. 'No regrets, I hope?'
Jamie smiled broadly. 'Fuck, no. Far from it. In fact I was just thinking that this is the last thing that I would have imagined happening on my first day at work.
And also that it's the best thing ever that has happened!'
Alan was reassured. Although of course far more experienced than Jamie, he also found it hard to believe just what a natural the kid was. It was rare for youngsters to share his fascination with bulging briefs, with shiny nylon shorts, and with the explosive orgasms that he enjoyed most when still dressed in a pair of skimpy speedos or the gossamer wisp of a nylon thong. He knew that he and Jamie were going to get on just fine, and that they could look forward together to rather more leisurely sessions of slow stripping, of mutual fondling through their carefully-chosen briefs, of long-sustained masturbation sessions on the sofa of his flat, of 69-ing, of leisurely feasting on precum nectar and warm spunk cream chasers, all this stretched ahead in an almost unimaginable picture of sensuality and lust.
'Look Jamie, you've done well for your first day. And I don't just mean the last half hour - you worked well too. You clean up and get off home now. And thanks.
It's been great. You have a good future with us here. But look, tomorrow's Sunday, and I'd like to thank you properly for what you've just done. So why not come over to my flat for a drink in the afternoon, about 4.00. Can you manage that?'
Jamie agreed without hesitation.
'Good. And I think we know what we both like. But it's a chance for us both to explore. So bring whatever you fancy most to wear - if you need to you can change at the flat. Bring plenty of things. As sexy as you like. And I've got a few things too I'd like to try out on you!'
Jamie nodded. Yes, all his dreams were coming true at once. It was his opportunity to give life to the fantasies that preoccupied so many of his waking hours.
'Yes. I'd like that, thanks. But I do have some homework to get done for school for Monday. So if I'm a bit after 4.00 will that be alright?'
'Homework, oh fantastic. We can do a school fantasy. Bring it with you, and we can pretend that I'm your teacher helping you after school with a bit of special tuition. This gets better and better!'
Jamie turned up early the next day - so much for possibly being late because of his homework! He had taken Alan at his word, and brought one or two school books with him, though actually his work was finished. But he felt a few props might be a good idea! He had thought long and hard about what to wear. In his bag were a few choice underwear items, and he had in the end decided to wear his school soccer kit, but he thought that Alan might have expected him in uniform so he brought that too in the bag, black trousers, white shirt, and school tie, just in case. But he wanted to wear his kit because it linked nicely back to the ever-present memory of Danny in the locker-room with the coach.
When he opened the door Alan caught his breath at the vision of the healthy teenboy, the shiny white and red soccer kit sparkling in the brilliant afternoon sunshine. Jamie had lost any hints of shyness and smiled broadly as he saw Alan sizing him up.
'Hope you approve', he said as he walked up to the first-floor apartment. Alan followed, eyeing the tight apple-cheeked buttocks pressing through the nylon shorts on the stair ahead of him.
Jamie did not realize that Alan had similarly thought hard about what he should wear, settling in the end for rather tight faded blue jeans, fashionably ripped at the knee, and a white tee, with white socks and trainers.
'I thought you might like to sit at the table, here, so that you can complete your homework', said Alan, indicating a table with two chairs next to each other.
'How has it been going?'
Jamie smiled, realising that the fun was already under way. 'Oh, not bad, but I have got stuck on a problem that I hope you can help me with. It's very hard.'
Alan took the cue. 'Hard, eh? Why not show me what's bothering you?'
They sat in the adjacent chair, and Jamie fished out the school books from the bag. As he opened it, Alan caught a glimpse of the polyester school tie, and then the white shirt. He had an agonised moment - should he get Jamie to change now into his uniform, or did he want him in his kit? The problem was, he wanted both, but decided that the uniform would have to wait.
They spent a token few moments looking blindly at the open books, and then Alan slid his hand across and rested it on the boy's warm naked thigh. Immediately, Jamie swung his legs wide apart, ready for more serious investigations. They both heard the inviting swish of the shiny nylon shorts moving against the chair. Under the table, Alan's hand continued its gentle but insistent work, moving up the lad's thigh and sliding over the front of the warm nylon shorts. Jamie pretended to concentrate hard on his work, apparently oblivious to everything else. Alan was very excited by the whole scenario, his own cock already full and hard in his jeans. He was suddenly aware of Jamie's hand leaving the table, slipping beneath, and touching the edge of his jeans, before moving to the top of his thigh. They both stared blankly at the open page of the book, not wanting to break the spell, aware of the gently investigating hand of the other about to start its serious work.
Jamie turned slightly towards Alan, to ease his new friend's access to his shiny shorts, but also so he could glance downwards beneath the table and watch his own hand as it rested on Alan's thigh, now near his fly. The tight blue fabric of the jeans already showed the hard swollen cock beneath, urgent for attention. Jamie knew that his own young cock was burgeoning in his soccer shorts, but he had briefs on under them so that his mound was bulging in the constraint of its soft silky prison. He suddenly felt a bit nervous as his fingers toyed with the zip of Alan's fly. At that moment, Alan shifted in his seat just a fraction, turning inwards towards the younger boy.
'Take your time' whispered Alan, then returned to studying Jamie's exercise book. 'Ah yes, I think I can see where you have come unstuck' he said out loud, determined to maintain the role play for at least a bit longer. Have another go at this problem here, and I'll watch you work it out.'
Jamie picked up his pencil, and made as if to work again on the maths problem, aware however that Alan's fingers were about to become more active. Indeed, Alan started to press the soft white nylon of the boy's shorts so as to make out the shape of his knob, running the palm of his hand gently up and down the trapped length, enjoying the swish and slight crackle of the glistening nylon against his own skin.
'Good boy, that seems to be coming along fine now. I think we've reached the hard bit.'
The stroking was more insistent, and the youngster's breathing became sharper. The feel of his knob being frisked in his shorts was so exciting. His own fingers now tugged gently at Alan's fly, and eased it downwards, the slight buzz of the resistant zip the only sound other than the swishing nylon of his own shorts. Alan's zip came downwards, and Jamie slipped his hand into the open gap. Immediately he made contact with the curly mass of Alan's pubic hair, then sliding further downwards he felt soft material, shiny, flimsy, tight, resistant. He glanced down, but he couldn't quite see what Alan had on, but as if reading the boy's mind Alan raised himself slightly in his seat, and tugged gently at his jeans to lower them enough to reveal to Jamie what he was after.
'What d'ya think?' he asked.
'Oh yeah, fuck!' said Jamie. For he gazed hungrily at the sight which met his eyes. Alan was wearing a glistening nylon thong, a mere wisp of sheer material, cream- coloured, hardly big enough to conceal his engorged cock. He reached out tentatively and touched the shiny bulging packet of hot hard flesh with his fingertips. It quivered and gave under his touch. The full fat balls pressed urgently through the tight nylon, filled as they were with Alan's thick creamy jizz. Much as he had wanted to, Alan had not masturbated since their encounter the day before. He had wanted to save his hot spunk for the teenager.
Alan was transfixed by the double pleasure of having his cockmound explored by the teenager, whilst gliding his hand over the boy's eager shaft trapped loosely beneath the soccer shorts. His skilful caress was able to make out the double layer of material, and although at this stage he was not certain exactly what Jamie was wearing he knew that he was pressing into something soft and giving, a pair of simple cotton briefs perhaps, beneath the shimmering nylon. That was a nice thought, the idea of boyish white briefs, maybe, stuffed with the hard cock packet and bulging balls of the rampant sixth-former.
Alan stretched his legs wide apart, showing himself off to his new boyfriend. And that's how he was thinking of Jamie now, not as his newest seduction but as someone rather more special than that. He wanted this to be memorable for them both. Jamie's hand was over Alan's pulsing thong now, cupping the heavy ballsac, his fingers pressing and caressing the pulsing shaft. He could see that Jamie was moving even closer to him, turning right in to him. They pressed together, Alan's jeans in a tangle at his feet, his white tee pulled upwards. In turn, Alan pulled at the red soccer shirt, tugging it up, exposing the boy's flawless smooth skin and flat stomach. Alan's thong, damp and warm to Jamie's touch, moved up against the boy's shorts. Like an electric charge, both lads felt the contact of nylon on nylon, and both shuddered involuntarily. Alan's hardness pressed firmly into the boy's centre, but Jamie pushed back, so that the burgeoning cocks met and pushed, trapped by their nylon constraints. And then, as of one mind, they closed in a soft kiss, affectionate and delicate at first, then firmer and more hungry, hotter and more eager by the second. Their hands were working overtime, feeling each other up through thong and shorts, the pressing and caressing turning into wanking strokes.
Alan could resist no longer. He wanted to explore those tantalizing shorts.
Swiftly and skillfully - and Jamie was sufficiently perceptive to be able to acknowledge that Alan was practiced at this - Alan was inside the boy's shorts and exploring the material that kept the boy's last hot secret from him. He had been wrong in his assumption. The briefs were silk, not cotton, and by now as hotly damp as Alan's own wettening thong. The two young men, as if of one mind, pulled downwards at the soccer shorts. Jamie pressed his pale blue briefs in an instinctive motion towards Alan, and Alan as swiftly moved towards the boy, and now nylon thong and silk briefs kissed in a final ecstatic embrace. Gently grinding together, the two lovers moved their shuddering cocks, shaft against shaft, lightly sheathed in their wispy prisons, pushing and pulsing, juicily damp with weeping precum honey. Silken cobweb strands of pearly liquid sparkled on both garments, as mound caressed mound, and the precum mingled and mixed. There was a soft moaning from each of them. Softly whispered 'ahh yeahs' and 'ooh mmms', barely audible, but the sexier for that, came one moment from Alan, the next from Jamie. They cooed as one. Alan had about reached that stage he loved most before orgasm, when his cock reached a kind of tingling numbness. Now Jamie gave himself up to the skill of the older man, allowing Alan's gently insistent pressing together of their cocks to become the controlling rhythm in their joint masturbation. This was better than anything Jamie had ever known, could ever have imagined was possible. First the sight, and now the feel of another guy's nylon-trapped cockmound pressed tight against his own silky bulge nearly made him faint. He could even feel the delicacy of Alan's foreskin as it peeled back under the thong, and his own exposed cockhead agitated beneath the silk briefs worked against the trembling shaft of his new friend.
Two minutes before, Alan had thought of sucking the schoolboy's cock through the powder blue silk, encouraging him to munch lightly on his own nylon lunchbox. Now, it was far too late for that. Now all that Alan could imagine was the sensation of his imminent orgasm being met with the surge of boyspunk from the shuddering teenager. The moaning from them both was louder now, wilder and more uncontrollable. It was time. Alan pressed his sopping thong a few more times against the sodden pouch, then looked down and watched the bucking cocks as they began their inevitable final dance towards climax. He was able to hold back just that moment longer, able to watch as the kid began to shoot the first shots of thick boycream into the silk brief, the pearls of young spunk immediately forcing through the thin mesh of silk, more and more pulses of jizz pumping into the hugging briefs in a creamy white torrent. Alan could not last until Jamie had finished, but as soon as the boy's spunk began to spill from the briefs he began his own shuddering climax, his carefully-nurtured load of creamy warm spunk pumping in shuddering spurts into the skimpy nylon pouch, already wet from Jamie's overflowing teencum. Jamie was in tears of joy by this time, the pleasure of his orgasm so overwhelming him, and the excitement of feeling his partner's jetting spunk warm pulsing against his own overflowing briefs just incredible. The potent aroma of fresh cum filled their nostrils, but more exciting was the feel of the heavy cumloads in their clinging briefs.
Alan had never had so intense an orgasm. As shot after shot of the hot spunk surged from him the extreme pleasure made him gasp with joy. But what gave him the greatest satisfaction was the fact that the boy that he was pleasuring was getting as much back. Even as he began slowly to calm down from the frenetic activity of the last ten minutes, he began to speculate on the hours to come, and found that the image of young Jamie in his uniform trousers and shirt was already beginning to preoccupy him.
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