JASON AND MILES by Justin Shorts scott_justin51@hotmail.com
For fans of briefs and shorts!
Jason Carr was excited and nervous. It was the most important day in his young life so far. If everything went well, by the end of the morning he would know whether or not he had been accepted into the lifeguards. He had passed through the preliminary interviews with flying colours, and everything now depended on him passing the medical examination. Jason was just 18, and a real hunk. His medical was at 11:00, and he arrived in good time at the surgery. The female attendant showed him to a changing room. 'Please take off your jeans, and then put these shorts on. When you're ready, knock on the surgery door, and Dr. Luke will answer.' She pointed to a chair on which he could leave his clothes, and on the chair was a pair of flimsy light blue silk shorts, more like running shorts than, say, football shorts. Jason peeled off his shirt, dropped his jeans and took off his sneakers. Wearing only his white cotton socks and shiny nylon briefs, which were snowwhite and very tight, he picked up the silk shorts and slipped them on. Then he walked to the surgery door and knocked gently.
There was an immediate answer. 'Come in.' Jason opened the door and walked in, and was surprised to see that the doctor seemed to be extremely young, surely no more than 25. 'Are you Jason Carr?' 'Yes, sir'. Dr Luke was stunned by what faced him. Jason was a vision of male teenage health, his firm toned body taut and without an ounce of fat. He enjoyed these examinations, and few of the better-looking soldier recruits who came through his door left without having experienced his careful scrutiny. But this youngster was something special, and Miles Luke knew that the next 15 minutes was going to be exceptional.
'Now, Jason, you know how important this checkup is. I need to be absolutely satisfied in all respects that you are suitable for the guards. Are you prepared to do what I ask?'
'Yes, sir. I'd do anything to get through this examination.' Jason noticed that the doctor was looking him up and down, and more than once he saw his eyes dropping below his waist. Jason knew that that he was going to be examined there, and at least had no reason to be ashamed of what he had to show between his legs.
'Would you stand in front of me, please.' Jason walked forward and faced Dr Luke. The doctor placed his hand on the teenager's chest and gently pressed and massaged him. He moved over the upper part of his body, smoothing and moulding his flesh, and murmuring his approval. 'Good, very good. No problems there.' He went through the other routine examinations. Then he moved his hands downwards and touched the silky waistband of the running shorts. 'Any problems down here?', he asked in a quiet voice. 'No, I don't think so' replied Jason. 'Good, let's just check though.' Miles Luke loved this moment. He had examined scores of young recruits, and for each one there would come the moment when, dressed like this only in a pair of skimpy shorts and their pants, he would press their as yet unerect packets through the double material of shorts and pants. He knew it would be a special experience this time. He slipped a hand down to the front of Jason's shorts and cupped it over his mound, so far without making contact. Then gently, so gently, he pushed forward and ever so slightly moved up and down so that he could make out the expanse of the teenager's cock and ballbag, resting easily in their confined space.
'You seem to be well equipped there, Jason.' He continued to massage lightly, feeling the boyflesh move softly under his palm, and then he asked: 'no problems in masturbating, presumably?'
'Sir?'
'Oh, no need to be shy, Jason. It's something we all do. I need to know if you enjoy wanking, and if you do it a lot.' Jason blushed. 'I suppose the answer is yes, to both questions, sir.' He smiled nervously. 'Good. I need a sperm sample from you, today please. May as well provide it now.' 'Sorry sir, I'm not sure I follow.' 'I need you to wank off for me, shoot some cum. Surely you can do that. I'll just make a few notes whilst you get yourself ready.' The doctor went behind his desk and appeared to write things on a notepad, but in reality he was looking into a hidden mirror on his desk which was precisely positioned under Jason's crutch. He saw Jason's hand slip down to the front of the shorts, and watched as the soldierboy began gently to stroke the front, clearly attempting to get a horn. Miles almost gasped aloud when he saw Jason's other hand come down below the left leg opening to the silky shorts, and slip upwards. Clearly the lad was massaging himself beneath the shorts.
Jason was amazed at what was happening. He dare not disobey the doctor, but he had never before heard of the need to wank during a medical. He was having problems getting a hardon, and really needed to concentrate on something to help him. He was stroking his cock in his silvery nylon white briefs, and whereas normally he would have been fully engorged by now, today was obviously more difficult.
'How are you getting on?' asked Dr Luke. 'Are you hard yet?' 'No sir, not yet.' 'Right, let's see if we can help you out. I need you to be really hot and stiff, because it's important that I have the thickest and wettest load of spunk that you can provide for me.' By now the doctor had got up from his desk, and was by the boy again. 'Slip out of the shorts for me'. Jason tugged at the silky running shorts, and Dr Luke helped him slip them off. 'God, I love your white briefs, Jason. They show off your prick fantastically, and I can make out the shape of your big boy's balls. Let me help you there.' With that, the doctor brought his hand down to Jason's crutch, and took over the massaging. He slid his hand over the front of the tight white nylon briefs, and stroked the teenage soldier's now swelling cockmeat through the skimpy shining cloth. He felt the length of Jason's growing shaft growing beneath his loving strokes, and he encouraged him further by muttering in the lad's ear.
'That's it, son. Get your big hot cock really throbbing for in your briefs. I want you to shoot your teenage cum so that we can see if you're really man enough to join the guards. I want a think wad of your young spunk to spurt and spray in a flooding jet of jizz. I can feel your juicy know end beginning to drip its precum juices. Just enjoy yourself and let everything go.'
Miles Luke then dropped to his knees in front of his teenage visitor, as he had done on so many previous occasions, though never with the pleasure as now overwhelmed him. His favourite moment so far was about to occur, when he would get his mouth over the front of Jason's briefs and suck and tongue the youngster through the snowwhite nylon of the teenbriefs. His nose took in the heady scent of hot teenage cock and precum, and then he delicately began to suckle Jason's nylon packet. The taste was exquisite, honeysmooth and sweetly aromatic, and the boy's bucking cockmeat entered his mouth through the tangy satin.
Jason could not believe what was happening to him. Less than 20 minutes had passed since he had come into the room for what he thought was to be a routine examination, and now here he was, bending backwards with hands on his hips, dressed in only his very damp white briefs and white socks, while the doctor who was to decide on his future in the army was noisily sucking him off through the bursting nylon of the bulging briefs. Ho looked down to the incredibly erotic sight of this young doctor mouthing his pants and bobbing on his cockhead, which was now fully stiff and throbbing and tingling fantastically in his pouch. As Dr Luke continued to tongue and suck the teenager's throbbing cock, still lightly wrapped in the tightly confining nylon treasurehouse, Jason noticed the doctor's hand was over the front of his own dark uniform trousers, and his fingers were tugging hard at the zip of his fly. As the doctor continued to pleasure the 18-year-old in his wettening pants, Jason saw the trousers part and the doctor skilfully tug them downwards whilst never losing concentration on the teenager's cockmound.
Then the doctor got quickly to his feet. 'On that bed, quick' he pointed. Jason hurried over to the consultancy bed, and lay back in his briefs, which were virtually transparent from the suck session he had enjoyed, coupled with the wetness he was emptying from his now freely-running precum juices. As the young doctor walked towards Jason, he swiftly pulled his uniform tunic off, threw off his white teeshirt, kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his trousers. Jason was amazed to see that this figure of the army establishment was sporting a monster hardon quivering in a pair of skimpy nylon briefs, as snowwhite as Jason's own, and completely transparent. The doctor's cock was pushing desperately for release from the flimsy nylon briefs, and the mushroom cockhead was even beginning to peak out of the top of the white fabric. ''God, Jason, I want to cum my load too. Usually I would be happy to swallow your spunk and have my own wank-off session later, but you are something special. I want to shook my spunk like fucking crazy, you little stud.' Jason felt Miles' hand find his cock again, and then the lust-crazed doctor delicately flipped the teenager's throbbing weapon free from the soaking nylon. Jason's cock and spunk-filled balls were released from their damp confinement, but neither Jason nor Miles attempted to pull the snowwhite briefs further down his legs. Dr Luke was overcome with the erotic sight of Jason, with his massive hardon and taut young ballsack, lying back with his briefs still halfway up his teenage thighs. Dr Luke bent down and for the first time took Jason's unprotected cockmeat in his hand, and gave long masturbating strokes to the boy's shaft. He estimated that the cadet-soldier had a good 7 inches of teenage love muscle, with surprisingly meaty balls. He knew that this youngster was going to deliver a heavy dose of creamy boyspunk before much longer.
The doctor slipped downwards and took Jason's naked cockhead, with its silky mushroom helmet, into his experienced mouth, and lovingly milked the stream of precum lovejuice from the young tough's tool. Jason groaned and moaned as his new-found master pleasured him, and then instinctively he reached out and his hand made contact with the hot nylon packet of the doctor's seethru briefs. The doctor moved forward immediately on feeling Jason's hand make contact, and pushed and massaged his sliding briefs against the youngster's touch. Jason went to work and gave the doctor a good wank session, and then tugged downwards on the nylon so that the juicy rock-hard quivering cock sprang up. Then Jason fell back on the bed, and gave himself up to the sucking frenzy of Dr Luke who was bringing the youngster to the edge of his orgasm. The doctor's hand returned to his own cock, and Jason saw with surprise that he slipped the nylon pants backs upwards to attempt to encase his quivering 8 inches. The doctor masturbated himself through the sexy confining nylon, because he wanted to feel his hot spunk explode in the material.
As Jason continued to watch, he saw the doctor's briefs begin to fill with white cum, and the mushroom head pumped jet after jet of bubbling spunk into the snowwhite nylon seethru briefs. This sent Jason wild, so that he felt his own cum begin to travel fast from his balls. 'Oh, sir, I'm cumming nowww...' The doctor gave a few last gentle masturbatory stroked to Jason's shaft, and the plunged his mouth tightly over the mushroom head as the teenage soldier's spunk began to shoot. Miles' mouth was filled with the warm intoxicating load of boycum, and he drank the teenager's spunkload greedily. Jason had not shot his cum for a day or so, so he delivered a delicious mouthful of thick white jism which Miles drank with relish. The honey-flavoured boyspunk nearly made him faint with joy, but he noisily slurped on it as it continued to pump into his sucking mouth. Jason moaned softly as the young doctor relieved him of his pent-up spunkjuice, and for a full minute the white cream emptied in pleasurable jets from the teenager's quivering wet cockmeat.
At last Miles released young Jason's cockhead, but then gave a last gently squeeze so that a final pearl of cumcream oozed from the tip. His own nylon briefs, heavy with his sagging load of spunk, clung to him, and he loved the familiar feel of his own warm spunk moving wetly in his tight briefs. He slid them off, the load of cum partly splattering onto the surgery floor, though much of it stayed in the nylon fabric. Stepping out of his sopping briefs he said to Jason. 'Fantastic, son, fantastic. The best wank I've had in ages. You've almost passed the test.'
Jason looked crestfallen, standing naked before the lusty doctor. What more could he have done? 'I have to go to a conference tomorrow, and am staying overnight, so won't be back until the day after tomorrow. I should like you to come to my private room in the barracks at 8 pm the day after tomorrow, when I shall conclude my examination. You must wear your full uniform for that. Now go back to the changing room next door, and dress.' Jason obediently went next door, and dressed quickly and left.
AT THE HOTEL (PART 2 of JASON AND MILES) by Justin Shorts scott_justin51@hotmail.com
As he drove quickly down the motorway late that afternoon for the conference, Miles was irritated that he had committed himself to the trip. He would far rather have spent the evening with Jason, stripping the lad out of his red uniform and pleasuring the youngster in every way he knew. On the other hand, it was something to look forward to on his return, and who could tell what would happen at the conference hotel before then. Dr Luke was rarely disappointed on such occasions. His cock twitched happily in his fresh briefs as he relived in his imagination the experiences of the morning, and he had to concentrate hard on the road. As it was, he felt a few drops of precum smear his pants warmly.
The conference was being held in a hotel of the usual non-descript chain type. Miles liked these hotels, precisely because they were anonymous. He let himself into his comfortable room, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. After a few minutes he came back into the bedroom, smelling of that randy talcum powder that so many of his young soldier patients seemed to use, and which made him so hot.
He opened his suitcase, and decided to change. He had time before dinner was a leisurely wank-off session, and it was important to get the clothing right. Having made his selection, and changed, he lay on the large doublebed and sank luxuriously back. He was a wearing a fresh white teeshirt, and white nylon soccer shorts. He had also put on white socks. As he lay there, he began to feel really quite horny. He parted his legs as wide as he could and also bent his knees so that the nylon stretched taut across his crotch. After a few minutes of doing nothing, he started to caress himself slightly through his teeshirt, smoothing the pure white cotton over his hard flesh. Then he moved his hand downwards towards his shorts, anticipating the moment when he would reach the soft waistband of the containing nylon.
As his hand slid downwards, he also tugged gently at his singlet and pulled it slightly upwards, exposing his flat stomach. Now his fingers reached the top of his shorts, and he paused for a moment, and then his hand travelled onwards towards its final goal. He was below the waist now, and his fingers reached the top part of his crutch, making eager contact with the familiar fabric. Miles had lost count of the occasions when he had done this, wearing this very pair of shorts of some other crutch-hugging item, slowly, every so slowly, working himself up towards a final frenzy of hot spurting orgasm. The more unfamiliar the surroundings, the better. He had cum his load in virtually every hotel room in which he had stayed, and there had been many.
His hand travelled lower still, and he was now cupping the whole area of his cock mound, which was firm but not fully stiff as yet. He began to rub and massage himself, enjoying the feel of his rising cockmeat pushing through the fabric of his football shorts. He intended getting his full hot 8 inches to work, so that the resulting explosion of spunk would be intensely pleasurable. He massaged insistently, moving and stroking the lengthening shaft. As he continued to do this, he slipped his free hand up the leg of his soccer shorts, his legs wide apart to permit this, much as he had witnessed Jason do that morning. And, like Jason, his hand made contact with material under his shorts. Miles had decided to slip into a pair of pale blue Kiniki briefs before donning his shorts, and these were of soft silk.
So with one hand rubbing on the outside of his shorts, and the other stroking just as gently his engorged cock in its powder blue silk briefs, he began the serious business of edging himself towards his spunk-session. At some point, he knew, he would slip out of his shorts, and flip his throbbing prick free from the loose-fitting underbrief, so that his heavy load of spunk could splatter freely over his hard stomach. It was deciding on the optimum moment to release himself that was important. His hand that was stroking his briefs now slipped inside the front of them, and he grasped his hard fleshy cock firmly, then teased himself by pressing harder through the soccer shorts. In effect, both hands were now masturbating his shaft, one pressing through a double layer of nylon and silk, the other stroking the hard bare flesh. He breathed deeply and loudly as his wanking strokes increased their pace.
It was time to get out of his shorts, so he raised his hips and pulled downward at the white skimpy garment. The shorts slid down to his thighs, and he lay back again in his teeshirt and blue silk briefs, which were really hot with his throbbing hardon. Both hands now slid down to his briefs and he wanked insistently and ever more urgently. He was a master at holding back his spunk, and he now used all his skill to prolong this. His cockmeat was wet and sticky from the now freely-running precum juice which lubricated his mushroom head deliciously. Then with a gentle flip he slipped his cock out of the blue briefs, and for the first time looked downwards at his exposed meat. The hunk's engorged cock had reached its 8 inches, and the foreskin freely worked backwards and forwards as he jerked himself off.
At that moment, the memory of young Jason Carr entered his imagination, at the moment that morning when the teenager had begun to stroke himself in his white satin briefs, and Miles knew that he could hold back no longer. With a loud gasp of ecstasy, he arched his back and the first thick spurt of manspunk shot from the tip of his mushroom cockhead and landed on his stomach, then another, and another, and on and on the creamy rich thick spunk shot and splattered as he gasped and moaned in pleasure. He lay back on the be, gently wanking out more gobs of his cumjuice for another minute or so, and then smeared his hand in the comforting warmth of his creamy spunk. He never tired of this.
(Next I'll tell you what happened after dinner, when Miles took Toby, the waiter, back to his room for a nightcap...)
TOBY AND MILES (JASON AND MILES PART 3) by Justin Shorts (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
(If you like hot shorts and briefs, and what cums in them...)
Miles didn't go down to the restaurant until quite late, and he was one of the last to be served. It didn't take him long to notice the distinct charms of one of the dark-haired young waiters, who, as luck would have it, was assigned to his table. As was his way, Miles was quick to get into conversation, and between courses he discovered that the waiter (who wore a crisp white open-necked shirt and jet-black trousers) was called Toby, was 18, and was about to go up to university.
Toby dropped a knife at one point near Miles's chair, and as he bent to pick it up Miles was aroused by the tightness of the lad's bum and, more interestingly, the unmistakable sight of briefs pressing through the tight trousers. Even though Miles was still refilling his balls from the recent wankoff, his ever-ready cock stirred gently in his trousers.
'Do you mind if I have coffee served in my room, Toby? It's been a long day.'
'Not at all sir. I'll bring it up in about 10 minutes.'
Back in his room, Miles freshened up again. He made some adjustments to his clothing, and then waited excitedly for the waiter to arrive. There was a light knock at the door, and then Toby walked in without waiting for an answer. Miles was surprised and pleased to note that Toby had changed out of his black trousers, and into faded jeans, but was still wearing the open-necked white shirt.
'I hope you didn't mind my changing, bit I'm off-duty now.' He smiled at Miles.
'Of course not, and apologies for taking advantage of your free time.'
'Oh, you haven't taken advantage at all - not yet.'
'Well, as you have got more casual, why don't I' said Miles, and immediately and without any warning he unzipped his trousers, dropped them to the floor, and stepped out of them. He took off his tie, undid his shirt, and dropped that to the ground too. The waiter was amazed to see that his respectable customer of a few moments ago was standing before him dressed only in a white nylon jockstrap, bulging and pressing outwards with what was obviously mounting excitement. 'Is this relaxed enough for you?', asked Miles, laughing.
'Well sir, it's a good start isn't it.' Toby walked the few paces that separated them, put his hand straight down to the hot jock, and took possession of Dr Luke's throbbing white mound. The elasticated cotton held his swelling meat to perfection, showing off his contours and the flesh moved and gave beneath Toby's apparently expert attention. Miles loved his own vulnerability, dressed in nothing but a jock, allowing himself to be rubbed up in his nylon pouch while the youngster was still fully dressed. Miles was not used to his young partners taking the initiative.
'Oh fuck, yeah, feel my hot cock in my tight white jock. Yeah, give me a hard rubbing, Toby. Make me cum my load. Yeah. Fuck, that's great. Rub my cock real hard baby. Yeah. I want to shoot spunk for you, my lad.'
'Give me your spunk, you randy wanker. I want you to cum in buckets in your jock for me.' Toby knew how to get Miles going by hot talk. 'I haven't had a cock as big and hard as yours in my hands for ages Give me all of your hot lovejuice, sir. I want to feel the wetness of that creamy jazz pump into your rockhard jock.'
As Toby continued to massage Miles through the ever-swelling jock, Miles hoped desperately that he wouldn't cum too soon, as he wanted to get to work on Toby. He pulled eagerly at the young waiter's white shirt, which came loose from his jeans. He unbuttoned it quickly, and Toby slipped out of his shirt: he wore nothing beneath and he was perfectly smooth. Then Miles fumbled with the catch of Toby's pale blue jeans, undid it, and unzipped the teenager to his crotch. Toby kicked his trainers off, and like Miles, was wearing white sports socks. The pale jeans eased down his legs with help from the two of them. As Toby stepped free from his jeans, Miles could hardly contain his excitement when he saw what the lad was wearing. For now the 18-year-old stood before him, as sexy and vulnerable and open as he was himself, dressed only in white socks and the smallest see-through nylon posing brief that Miles had ever see. 'Oh God, Toby, you are fantastic. I must suck your nylon pants. Quick, on the bed, now.'
The two hurried to the large double bed and lay in 69 position. Miles plunged his lips over the front of Toby's fat nylon briefs, and eagerly mouthed the teenager through the hot nylon. He could see clearly the lad's hard stiff cock and tight balls, and noisily he slurped the briefs. Meanwhile, Toby was as busy on Miles; snow-white jock, and for a good 3 minutes the two young men tongue-bathed each other in hugging cock material. Both were sopping wet in their tightly confining garments, cock in jock and prick in nylon pouch.
They sucked and slurped the tangy offerings, and then, thinking alike, both eased the other's cock through the side of the confining material. Toby had to pull the tight jock firmly away to free Miles' length, but then the full-sized cock came out at the side and Toby wanked it hard. Miles meanwhile had less of a job with Toby's youthful cockmeat, and the teenager's knob slipped quickly out of the side of the see-through nylon.
'Do you want me to cum now, or are you going to fuck me?' asked Toby. Miles needed no further invitation. He turned the lad over on the bed, pulled his nylon posing brief down and then fumbled with himself to get his jock freer still so that it slipped down to support his balls. Then he examined Toby's eager open arsehole with his fingers, then got his cock at the entrance. With a gentle but insistent push, he moved up and into the teenager's tight hole, and was amazed to find that the lad was able to take him in at once.
'Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard, give me your hot spunk.'
'Oooh, your hole is great, tight and firm, yeah.' Miles got a rhythm going and fucked the naked young waiter firmly and eagerly, moving in and out in gentle thrusts. He reached under Toby's stomach and found his young hard prick again, then slipped the boy's cock back into the tight nylon briefs. 'Cum in your pants for me, Toby, shoot your spunk in those sexy nylon briefs, please.'
'Sure, sure, oh fuck me hard. Please give me your creamy cumload.'
'Shall I cum in you now, or can I shoot over your stomach?'
'Over me, over me. Please do it now.'
Miles pulled out of Toby and turned him over, and then, with the wet jock clinging round his thighs he emptied his load of cumcream over the boy's smooth chest and stomach. At that moment, the teenager gave a gasp of pleasure, and looking down Miles saw the lad cumming heavily in his briefs. The creamy boyspunk showed clearly through the transparent nylon of the posing brief, hot and full and heavy. As Toby kept cumming his load, Miles rubbed the boy's briefs, feeling the lad's hard cock and wetness of the boycum...
MILES AND THE SPORTS SHOP ASSISTANT (Part 4 of JASON AND MILES) by JUSTIN SHORTS scott_justin51@hotmail.com
Miles slept well that night, after Toby had gone. After breakfast the next morning he went down in good time for the start of the seminar. He found that he had mistimed things by half-an-hour: he was early and no-one else was about. He found his way to the conference room, and who should be there setting out glasses but Toby, who smiled and blushed slightly.
'I hope I didn't keep you up too late last night' said Miles. 'But I must congratulate you on room service. I hope I'll get a repeat performance later.'
Toby nodded. Then he turned back to the table and continued to put out the lasses ready for mid-morning sherry. He was again wearing his black waiter's trousers, and fresh white shirt. Today he was also sporting a red bow-tie.Miles close the door of the large room, and returned to the table. Then he pressed his han on Toby's tight buttocks, firmly outlined in his black trousers.
'Control yourself' said Toby. 'People will be down soon. Have a drink.' 'OK. What have you got?'
'Well, only sherry until the coffee arrives later.'
'I need something warm. I'm sure you can supply it.'
Miles closed up to Toby and took the young waiter in his arms, and the two young men kissed long and hard.
'Mmmm...This is crazy' said Toby. But he didn't move away. Then Miles went into action. He pushed Toby backwards so he lay on the large oval table. Then he began to undo the lad's black trousers at the top, at the same time pulling the white shirt free from the boy's waist. The naked flesh of his flat teenage stomach came into view, and Miles began to stroke him. Toby murmured, and said 'we've no time, no time.'
'There's enough time. You can be quick. I'll help you.'
Miles had his fingers on Toby's trouser-zip and tugged it firmly. The fly opened, and Miles pulled the black trousers free enough to get at the youngster's underwear. This morning he was wearing a pair of white cotton briefs, soft and tight. Miles sighed as he saw their simplicity, already beginning to stir with the swelling flesh contained beneath.
Miles put a hand on the warm white cotton briefs, and quickly began to work the waiter up towards a full erection. The firmness of the rising boycock began to fill the white briefs, and Miles dipped further under to stroke Toby's balls too. 'Mmmm, yes, yes.' Toby murmured ecstatically as he let the older man pleasure him. He lay back in his opened white shirt and exposed white briefs, and Miles continued to massage the young lad's packet.
Miles loved the feel of Toby's eager hard flesh rising fully in the tight pants, and then slid his hand down the tight front of the white cotton and made contact with the teenager's cockmeat. The boy had a thick bush of wiry hair, and Miles' fingers lovingly tangled in it even as his first preoccupation was with getting the kid fast towards cumming.
Miles was excited and fully stiff in his own trousers, but he knew that there was no time to worry about that now. All that he could hope to do was to get Toby to shoot his spunk before the others arrived. 'I'm ready for my warm drink, Toby.' 'Yeah, and I'm about ready to serve it.' Miles dropped to his knees in front of Toby, who was sprawling back on the table, and pressed his mouth to the teenager's cotton briefs. Toby himself pulled at his pants and lowered them enough to release his bulging prick, and Miles plunged his mouth over the strident prong. The heavenly aroma of teenager cockflesh and honey precum nearly made him swoon, but he kept his cool as he slurped the youngster's manhood. Toby was proud in erection, a good seven inches of hard teenage boymeat, and Miles head-bobbed him swiftly.
Then Miles felt the lad tense up on the table, and Toby felt his spunk begin to travel up his shaft. The warm white spunk shot into Miles' slurping mouth, and the lad began to cum his creamy load. Miles drank the boyspunk greedily, sucking and slurping the thick creamy spunk from Toby's jetting teenage cock. Toby continued to cum for about thirty seconds, and Miles swallowed every drop. Then they parted, Toby quickly buttoned up his shirt and zipped up his trousers. They were just in time: the door opened then and one of the conference delegates walked. They smiled as the new arrival said - 'Oh good, I haven't missed out on drinks then.'
Later in the morning Miles took a break from the conference and headed into the town. Finding the shopping precinct, he walked into a sports shop that seemed deserted, apart from one young assistant, a teenager of about 19 with short fair hair and blue eyes. He was wearing an Umbro football shirt and light grey jogging trousers.
Miles nodded a greeting, and then went up to some teeshirts. 'Can I try things on?'. 'Of course' said the pretty young assistant. 'Can I help you?' 'I just want a plain white teeshirt. I'll try this one.' Miles had picked up a white teeshirt, and without further ado he peeled off his shirt and slipped the teeshirt on.
'What do you think?' 'Yes, that looks fine.' 'OK, I'll take it, but I also want to look at some shorts.'
'Sure, what size and material?'
Miles laughed. 'Tight and nylon'. The assistant smiled nervously, but showed Miles where the designer nylon shorts were. There were some really sexy items, in soft white nylon. Miles fingered a brief pair. 'Can I try these on? Do you have a changing room?'
'Yes, of course. Through here.' 'Thanks. What's your name, by the way. You're being very helpful.'
'Ryan, and thanks. Actually this is my first week, so I'm still learning the ropes. It's the first time I've been left alone.' They had reached the back of the shop, where there was a small changing room, quite private and secluded. 'Thanks Ryan. Give me minute or so, would you, and then I'd be grateful for your opinion.'
'Sure thing.' Ryan went back to the main part of the shop, and Miles picked up the white nylon soccer shorts which were shiny and soft. He unzipped his trousers and dropped them to his feet, and stepped out of them - he was still wearing the teeshirt. Then he rubbed the new shorts for a moment over his black silk boxer shorts before dropping those down his legs as well. Stepping out of his boxers, he drew the new white nylon shorts up his thighs. The feel of the cold material on his hot naked cock was exciting. He began to stroke himself through the shorts, and his cock grew hard almost immediately, big and swollen in the skimpy soccer shorts. He caressed his hard length eagerly, and felt a drop of moisture emerge. It wet the front of the shorts.
'How are you doing?' came Ryan's voice from the other side of the curtain.
'Come and let me know what you think.' Ryan drew back the curtain and gasped when he saw Miles, who was sitting on the small seat in the changing room and had by now released his throbbing cock from the left leg of his shorts. 'I'm sorry to say that I've made these fantastic shorts a little bit wet. What do you think? Do they suit me?' He smiled at Ryan.
'Oh, err, fine, they seem fine. How do they feel?'
'Fucking fantastic, can't you tell, they've given me a raging hard-on. What should I do?' 'I don't know, what do you think?'
'Well, I think that if you were to touch my cock, I'd be so shocked that I'd probably go limp immediately. Quick, give it a try.' Ryan obediently stepped forward, and put a nervous hand on Miles' throbbing cock. The touch of the youngster's hand had, of course, the opposite effect, though precisely the one Miles intended. He began to drip precum from the bulging mushroom tip. 'Oh God. The only other way is for me to cum, then it'll go down. Keep feeling me.'
'Are you really sure?' 'I'll say, that's fantastic Ryan. Why don't we help you out too?' Miles tugged at the bottom of Ryan's red Umbro soccer shirt and pulled it up a bit, then shoved his hand roughly down the front of the youngster's grey jogging trousers, which were very loose. He could feel that the teenager was wearing silk or satin boxers, and through them he could feel that the lad was beginning to swell. At that very moment the door of the shop could be heard opening, and Ryan looked panic-stricken. 'I've got to go.' He rushed out, straightening himself up as he went. Left alone, Miles continued to stroke his massive erection which stuck out from the shop shorts, and before long he was splattering hot cum over the floor of the changing room. A treat for the next customer, he thought. He jerked hard on his spunking shaft and all of his cockcream was unloaded.
Before he left the shop, having bought the shorts and teeshirt, he invited Ryan to join him for dinner than evening in the hotel. Somewhat to his surprise, Ryan agreed quite keenly. Miles felt that an evening with Toby and Ryan held a lot of promise.
SPUNK IN THE HOTEL BEDROOM (Part 5 of JASON AND MILES) by JUSTIN SHORTS scott_justin51@hotmail.com
That evening Miles was waiting for Ryan, the young sports shop assistant, in the cocktail bar at about 8. He saw Toby in the distance, serving in the dining room. Toby looked across and smiles, and Miles beckoned. Toby advanced. 'Yes, sir? Are you ready to eat?'
'Not quite. I've got a guest this evening, and I want you to join us later in my room for coffee.'
'Does he know that he may be taking his coffee in company?'
'Not yet, but that's my problem.'
Toby went back to the dining room, and shortly afterwards Ryan arrived. He was transformed, wearing a light grey suit and white shirt. He was very handsome.
After dinner, Miles went through the formality of arranging with Toby to have coffee brought up to his room. Then Miles led Ryan upstairs, and Toby was distracted for about twenty minutes serving other customers. Then he headed upstairs with a tray of coffee.
He knocked lightly on Miles' door, but got no response, so he tried the handle. The door opened, and as he walked in to the room he could hear a low groaning from the bathroom. Toby put the tray down, and walked quietly to the bathroom. He stood transfixed by the sight. Ryan was resting with his back to the washbasin, his hands on the basin. He had removed his jacked, and his white shirt was completely unbuttoned. His trousers were in the corner of the bathroom, kicked aside, and he had removed his shoes. Dressed only in a pair of dark grey silk boxer shorts and white socks, Ryan had his eyes closed and was groaning gently. The reason for the groaning was clear to see: Miles was on his knees in front of the blond-haired boy and was insistently sucking the bulging front of Ryan's grey boxers, which were really wet from this close attention. Miles was working his mouth over the clear outline of the teenager's hard cock. Whilst he continued to watch every sexy detail of this suck session, Toby unbuckled his black waiter's trousers and dropped them, and kicked off his shoes. He unbuttoned his own white shirt, and slipped it off. Now dressed in only a pair of yellowy-cream nylon briefs (he had changed since this morning's blow-job in the conference room) and white socks, his eyes were fixed on Ryan's sopping boxers as he began to stroke himself slowly but firmly through his creamy nylon pants. He could see that Miles was watching him, even as he continued to give Ryan a good mouthing.
Miles took in every detail of Toby's striptease, and had been delighted by the sight of the shiny nylon briefs, through which the young waiter was now masturbating himself. Toby was a generous kid, and moved forward to reach Miles. He began to undress him from behind, first pulling the shirt free, and then unfastening his tight trousers and loosening the catch. He pulled the zip downwards, and parted the flap of Miles' trousers. Miles stepped out of his trousers, and revealed the white nylon shorts that he had tried on in Ryan's shop. He too wore white socks.
So all three young men were now dressed only in skimpy underwear. Ryan's grey silk boxers were soaking wet; Toby's creamy nylon briefs were dampening rapidly from his flowing precum; Miles was filling his newly-purchased white nylon shorts. He stopped sucking Ryan's silk boxers and stood up. Ryan was overwhelmed by the presence of the handsome young waiter, in bulging nylon briefs, a boy of his own age, and Miles stood back for a moment and pushed the teenagers towards each other.
As if of one mind, Toby and Ryan closed together, and pressed their underwear up close. The soft shiny silk of Ryan's grey boxers rubbed against the sliding nylon pouch of Toby's bulging briefs. Miles rubbed himself through his shorts as he watched the two kids getting off together, and then slid his hand inside his shorts. Beneath the nylon he was wearing a pair of tight black nylon briefs, and they were having difficulty containing his hot hard cock. The black nylon showed through the white shorts. Then ne moved up to the horny teenage studs, and as he did so pulled the running shorts down so that only his tight black nylon briefs remained. He ground his covered cockmound up against theirs, so the three lads pressed their hot bulges of cockmeat together.
'Come on, let's work up to a triple spunk climax,' panted Miles. He placed a hand over the front of his teenage fuck buddies, masturbating their young teen dicks through the confining material of their underwear. Both boys were warm and wet from their precum, and the hard hot cocks pressed into Miles' wanking hands. Toby reached towards Miles and wanked him gently but insistently in his black briefs. Then all three lads moved in close together, and each began to build towards his explosive climax. Without removing their pants, they continued to help each other towards their final gushing orgasms. Toby was the first to cum, and with a yelp of ecstasy he pumped his load of boycream into his shiny nylon briefs, followed almost immediately by shopboy Ryan, whose creamy teenspunk filled his silk boxers and soaked Miles' hand. Miles himself emptied his hot cum into his tight black nylon briefs as he watched his young teenage friends spend their boyspunk for him. They sank to the floor and let the comforting warmth of their spunkloads mingle together.
THE BOY HITCHER (Part 6 of JASON AND MILES) by JUSTIN SHORTS scott_justin51@hotmail.com
The conference was over - not that Miles had given much of his attention to it and the delegates left after breakfast. As he paid his bill, Miles saw the young waiter Toby in the distance clearing up in the dining room. They caught each other's eye momentarily, and smiled, and then Miles wistfully headed off to his car. The memories of last night were already beginning to fade, and Miles could hardly believe that only a few hours ago he had been on his knees before that youngster, getting him to empty his cum in his skimpy nylon briefs.
But at least he was going to see Ryan, the teenage sports shop assistant again, as they had parted last night (Miles had wanked Ryan and Toby off in his bedroom after the two lads had given themselves a prolonged suck session) with Miles promising to give Ryan a lift down to London, where Ryan was going to spend the weekend with friends. Miles had told Ryan to be waiting before the start of the motorway, so that he could have the fantasy of picking him up as a hitchhiker - Miles always enjoyed these little scenarios.
Sure enough, as Miles drove out of the town to the roundabout which led to the motorway access road, there ahead of him was Ryan, looking stunningly hot in the white English soccer shirt and shorts, and white socks and trainers. This was going to be some journey, Miles thought, as he pulled across and opened the passenger door. Ryan looked cheekily across to Miles as he asked, 'any chance of a lift, mister?'
'Sure son, but didn't your parents warn you of accepting lifts from strangers?'
'Oh yeah, but as far as I'm concerned the stranger the stranger, the better!' Ryan laughed as he jumped in, his shiny white soccer strip glistening sexily as it caught the sun.' Miles accelerated quickly, and they reached the motorway.
'I like the get-up' said Miles, looking Ryan up and down. The teenager smiled and lay back in the passenger seat, his legs parted so that the shiny fabric of his shorts stretched tight against his full mound. The white soccer shirt was quite loose-fitting in contrast. Miles slid his hand across the seat and let it rest on Ryan's naked thigh - Ryan instinctively opened his legs even wider so that his bulge was more prominent still - and then Miles began to stroke Ryan's warm flesh.
'Enjoy last night?' asked Miles. Ryan looked across and laughed. 'Fuck, yes. That guy Toby sure knew how to suck my cock. When he sucked me in my briefs I thought I was going at faint at first, and when I saw that you were watching us and wanking off at the same time I just couldn't hold back any longer but had to shoot my spunk.' Miles smiled too at the recollection. Ryan's young flesh was warm to his touch, and he could feel the bottom edge of the lad's shorts just touching his hand. He moved his hand upwards then and rested it over the front of Ryan's tempting bulge of teenage boymeat. He was excited to discover that Ryan was not yet stiff, though there was some stirring there to be enjoyed. Miles slowly and methodically stroked the front of the shiny shorts, feeling the youngster's firm but giving mound moving gently under his touch. Through the silky-satin texture of the shorts, he could make out the clear shape of Ryan's teenage cock and soft ballsack, giving under his tender massaging. Now he could feel the lad begin to grow, and the boy's eager shaft began to extend to full capacity. Ryan shifted in his seat a little to give Miles ease of access, and the rapidly hardening boycock quickly filled the shiny white shorts.
Miles was proud of the way that he could fully enjoy stroking his young passenger whilst never for a moment losing concentration as he drove. Mind you, it was certainly not the first time that he had wanked a teenager in the front seat, though he had never before done it through a pair of sexy soccer shorts and to quite as good-looking a young stud. He pulled Ryan's white soccer vest up a bit, and Ryan himself tugged it further upwards to that his smooth flat stomach exposed. Miles was now desperate to get his hand on Ryan's hard teenmeat, but before he went further he was pleased to notice the telltale wet patch of precum now beginning to spread across the front of the youngster's shorts.
Miles was about to slip his hand down the front of Ryan's shorts to get to his ultimate prize, but Ryan suddenly took control of events. Leaning forward, he began to work on the front of Miles' dark trousers. He undid the catch at the top, parted them, pulled the zip of the fly downwards, and loosened the flaps. At first all he could see was bare flesh, and Ryan thought at first that Miles couldn't be wearing briefs, but then he reached downwards inside the open trousers and his fingers made contact with some flimsy material. He leaned further across and Miles obligingly lifted himself slightly in the seat so that Ryan could tug his trousers downwards. Ryan's excited gaze rested on a bulging and completely transparent nylon g-string, hugely swollen by Miles' throbbing erection.
'Please suck my cock' whispered Miles. Without a moment's hesitation, Ryan lent right over so that his head rested in the driver's lap. His face rested over Miles' engorged g-string, and then he plunged his mouth over the front of the seethrough nylon, already dampened with glistening precum. Ryan took the sheathed head of Miles' cock into his mouth, and the teenager delicately suckled the mushroom head so that more and more precum honey dripped its clear pearly juices into the sexy nylon. Ryan began to headbob on the juicy cockhead, and Miles wondered if he could hold his creamy spunk back much longer. He wanted so much to empty his hot cum in the teenager's mouth, but also wanted to prolong the ecstatic experience for as long as he could.
His own hand returned to the teenager's nylon shorts, and Miles manouvered himself in such a way as to allow Miles access to the top of his shorts even as he sucked the older man through his bursting nylon brief. Miles slipped his hand quickly down the front of the sexy soccer shorts, and made contact with quivering cockmeat of the 18-year-old soccer stud. The hard warm flesh under Miles' hand, wet and sticky with boyjuice, begged for serious attention, so Miles began to masturbate Ryan, gently at first, then more urgently. The boy's foreskin moved easily backwards and forwards, the clear pearls of precum lubricating it superbly. After about two minutes, Ryan began to groan and moan, but never for a moment stopped sucking Miles in his transparent g-string. Then Ryan emptied a wad of creamy teenspunk into his tight soccer shorts, and at the same moment Miles shot his thick white mancum into the hugging nylon material, and Ryan sucked it through the material.
Ten minutes later the two were sitting in a motorway service area, with cups in their hand. 'I always prefer coffee with my cream', said Miles...
Next episode sees Miles back at base, and the long-delayed second examination of young Jason in Miles' private quarters...
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