A few weeks after Steven had had his back-of-the-car session with his coach Paul, who had initiated him into the excitement of mutual bulge rubbing and wanking in briefs, he met a new boy at the gym club, Luke. Luke was the same age as Steven, 17, and in the first year of the local sixth form college. He was very fit (in all senses), a keen soccer player and swimmer, muscular and a real athlete. Inevitably, Steven fell for him at once, and assumed that this was destined to be yet another waste of time. He invariably fell for the good-looking athletic types, and so far every one of them had no time for anything but girls. Actually, that was not quite true.
He had had a modest success with one boy called Harry, who was a keen swimmer and just 18. He had got as far as Harry's bedroom, where the two boys had shown off each others speedos to each other, and Steven had been amazed to see that within seconds of coming out of the bathroom in his blue speedos Harry was sporting the start of a serious erection, which pushed the tight blue nylon fabric of the speedos out very noticeably. What's more, Harry didn't seem to want to try to hide it. One thing had let to another, and Steven had ended up wanking Harry off, sliding the speedos down his thighs and exposing a big hard cock, surrounded by a small bush of dark hair. Harry hadn't wanted to reciprocate, so as he jerked on the teenager's prick, Steven had stroked his own cock through the tight nylon on his own red speedos, timing his stokes so that he could try to cum at the same time. After a few minutes, Harry's head went back, his eyes closed, and he shot wads of teencum over his smooth belly, and as he did so Steven pumped his spunk into the straining red speedos, which oozed with his boyjuice. The occasion had not been repeated.
So he was fully prepared for failure, but Luke was so alluring, so charming and pretty despite the taut, muscular body, that Steven knew he was prepared to invest a lot of time and energy into trying to win him as a friend, and desperately wanted to get inside his jeans, or better still explore the silky running shorts that Luke usually wore to the gym. They both attended regularly on Friday nights, so Steven planned to ask Luke out for a burger or something after the next Friday session. The week before, he nervously approached Luke and tried to break the ice. 'I can't help watching the way you do those bench exercises. I can never do more than about 15 lifts in a session, but you seem to go on for ever! You must be in really good shape. Well, er, I can see you are!'
Luke blushed, but smiled. 'Well, umm, thanks, but I'm no good at endurance running, and you seem to do so many circuits. I'm only good in short bursts.'
Steven thought that he wouldn't might seeing one of those short bursts. Instead he found himself saying, 'Well, I don't know about short bursts, but you certainly look as if you might burst out of your shorts!' It was his turn to blush. What on earth was he playing at? Did he want to put Luke right off from the start? He could have kicked himself. But Luke laughed, and said, 'well, I didn't think you'd noticed!' That was when Steven decided to ask about the following week, whether or not Luke would like to go for something to eat, or something, after the session. 'Well, if the choice is something to eat, or something, I think I'd like to go for something', said Luke, still smiling, and Steven nodded and turned away at once, speechless with excitement. Then as he seemed to be on a winner, he turned back and asked one more question: 'will you wear those orange satin shorts that I've seen you in once before?'
Luke nodded. Well, I'll save them for after the work-out session, shall I, and put them on under my jeans when we leave?'
It was Steven's turn to nod. 'Sounds good'.
'I'll put something on under the shorts as well. Can I make a request too?' asked Luke. 'I want you to wear black trousers, the kind you probably used to wear for school, and under them put on something fucking sexy. You choose what. Bring a few things to choose from, if you want'. There was enough in this exchange to provide Steven with wanking material to get him through the next week, and his imagination went wild. He couldn't quite believe that Luke meant what he seemed to mean. But it had to be true. He was going to get inside Luke's shorts! And what's more, Luke was going to give him a good seeing-to as well!
The week dragged, but eventually it was Friday. It took him most of the week to decide what he should wear under those black trousers. So in the end he chose several things, special favourites, in various materials, and slipped them into his sports bag, deciding to let the spontaneity of the moment decide. He hoped that more than one of them might be needed. The trousers themselves had not been without their challenge. He hadn't worn black trousers since he had entered the sixth form, so he wondered if he should buy a new pair. On the other hand, he still had in his wardrobe the last pair that he had worn in the fifth form, when he was just 16. He tried them on, and was amazed to see how tight they now were on him. He could get into them OK, but they really stretched tight across his crutch, leaving very little to the imagination. He knew that his bulge would look really tempting if he dared wear them. He didn't have to consider for long. He put them, with the briefs and shorts, into the sports bag. Steven arrived at the gym hoping that it hadn't all been a terrible misunderstanding on his part. Through the glass doors he could see Luke laughing with Paul, the coach, and they both caught sight of him coming up the steps and waved. He waved awkwardly back. Surely Luke wasn't telling Paul? By the time he got through the doors Paul had gone off, but Luke was waiting for him. 'All set for later?' he asked. Steven nodded, then asked, you weren't, you know, talking about us to Paul?
Luke laughed. 'Oh come on. How do you think I knew last week that you would be up for it?'
'You mean...'
'Sure, Paul told me about your session in the car! Wish I'd been there to watch!'
'Oh God!' Steven wasn't sure whether he should feel annoyed, or humiliated, or what.
'Look, don't you think Paul and I have done it too? With me it was in the back seat of the cinema. He likes the risk of public places, I think. It was pretty hot actually. As we were watching the film, he unzipped my jeans, stroked me off through my silky boxers, and then bent down and sucked me through them. It went on for ages. He would get me close to the edge, then stop, and make me work on his cock. He was wearing running shorts which made access easy, but underneath the shorts he had on a tiny nylon pouch which was so horny. I slid my hand under the shorts and just worked on his cock through the nylon, stroking him off. Then he'd stop me and go back to sucking my silk boxers. When I came, I shot such a load of cum I couldn't believe it. And he was bursting with spunk when he emptied into that pouch.
I'm not sure how we got out of that cinema -- we were both soaking with cum! At least I could pull my jeans back on, but the spunk was coming through them as well. As for him, it was just as well his running shorts were cream-coloured.'
Steven was really aroused by all this hot talk, but it was difficult to take it all in. Had Paul set him up with Luke, or had Luke only told Paul after they had made their date for tonight. Then he thought, what the hell. It was going to happen, that was the main thing. He could worry about the complications later.
They went off to train as normal, but Steven found it hard to concentrate. At one point he saw Paul grinning at him, and then give a thumbs up. He walked over and said quietly in Steven's ear, 'Luke goes wild if you get his briefs really wet. Suck him till they're soaking!' And then he walked off again. After the session, Steven showered and went to a cubicle to change. From his sports bag he took out a pair of pale blue nylon briefs and slipped into them, having first doused himself generously with his strongly-scented cologne. He put back on the gold neck chain which he had removed during training, pulled on a white t-shirt, and tugged on the very tight school trousers and zipped up the fly. He wondered what Luke would be changing into. As he came out of the cubicle, Luke left the one opposite, like Steven carrying his sports bag. He had changed into faded blue jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt, which emphasised his muscular upper body.
'That was well timed!' he said. 'Now, you don't really want to go for a burger, do you? Why not come back to my place. My parents are away for the weekend, and we won't be interrupted. If you want a sandwich I can fix up something. As for me, I've got other ideas about what I want to munch into. And it looks like your trousers might just contain what I'm after.' Luke was amazed by the tightness of the trousers, and the sizeable bulge prominently displayed at the front.
Steven laughed. 'Yeah, sure. I'm not hungry anyway, although I could certainly do with a munch of something meaty.'
Luke lived a couple of miles away, and they took a bus. On the bus, they didn't get up to anything, beyond a bit of significant pressing of their legs against each other, which was innocent enough but surprisingly arousing for Steven, who felt himself growing hard in his briefs. When they got off the bus, Luke's house was just across the road. Obviously his parents had money -- the house was a large Victorian detached property in a leafy suburb.
As they entered the house, all was silent and dark within. Luke flicked on the lights, and closed the front door. 'Go through to the living-room and I'll fix us a couple of lagers. Pull the curtains closed, will you.' Steven did as he was told, and sat and waited for Luke on the large, comfortable three-seat sofa. Plenty of room to lie out on that, he thought. Luke returned with the beers, which he put on a side table, and then sat next to Steven on the sofa. Almost at once, he stood up again. 'I'm just going to lose these, but make sure you leave yours on', he said, unzipping his faded jeans and letting them drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them. Steven involuntarily licked his lips. Luke was wearing, as he had promised he would, the pair of sexy orange running shorts which Steven had so admired, made of a shiny satin material. It was all Steven could do to stop himself from reaching out at once and feeling Luke through the skimpy glistening satin.
Luke sat by Steve's side on the large sofa. 'Mind if I do this, I've been wanting to for ages', asked Luke, leaning across and gently kissing Steven's cheek. Steven turned his head to face the other boy, and they moved together and kissed, hesitantly at first, then firmly and long. It was delicious. Luke's arms went round Steven and pulled him closer, then he fell back on the sofa so that Steven lay more of top of him, and they kissed hungrily. It was as innocent as that to start with. But then Steven was aware of Luke's hands, pressing firmly into his buttocks through the schoolboy trousers. The hand caressed and smoothed his backside. In turn, he pushed one of his hands beneath him and felt for Luke's strong, tight chest beneath the sleeveless vest. His hand slipped lower, and met the top of the orange running shorts. Lower still, and he was over the front of the shorts, which he lightly investigated, just making out the shape of the athlete's bulge, not yet working on it or doing more than giving a token checking-out.
Luke murmured deep in his throat, and then muttered, 'those trousers of yours send me wild, you know that? The way they stretch tight across your mound is just obscene! Move back, and let me see them.' Steven lay back on the sofa again, his arms at his side. His legs lay wide apart, as he knew this emphasised his package even more. Luke lay his hand on Steven's knee, and slid it upwards towards the central swelling. His fingertips brushed the mound, and then his hand cupped it. He pressed his hand down, and massaged gently though the polyester trousers. The firmness of the tender mound of teenage cock sent him wild. He felt it gently giving under his caress. Steven was nowhere near his erection yet, but still the prominent bulge felt enormous, resistant and firm to the touch. Steven loved being felt by the other boy, it was his wildest dream coming true. The caressing hand worked quite expertly on the boy's cockmound through the tight trousers, massaging and stroking, and as he enjoyed the exquisite sensation of being felt up Steven in turn slid his hand across the sofa and onto Luke's bare leg. Upwards a bit, and he reached the bottom of the satin running shorts. They felt slippery and very soft. Still further upwards (still of course on the outside of the shorts) and he was travelling towards the enticing magic bulge. Then he made contact, the shimmering satin sliding over the front of whatever contained the teenage hunk's swelling boyhood. Steven remembered that Luke had said that he would probably have something else on under the shorts -- that was a horny thought!
The teenagers lay back in their seats on the sofa, each with has hand on the other boy's juicy tight bulge, working and pressing the hardening teenmeat in its confining prison. 'Mmm, work that bulge baby' murmured Luke, parting his legs wide so that his packet pushed firmly into Steven's hand. 'Love the feel of your cock through your trousers. Can't wait to explore inside more closely!' Steven became aware that Luke's finger were now at his fly, and then there was a slight tugging at the top of his zip. He could feel his zip being lowered slightly, but before Luke pulled it all the way down he flipped open the metal catch at the top of the schoolboy trousers. They released immediately, and Steven could feel the cool air on his tummy, where his t- shirt had ridden upwards. Back Luke went to the zip and slid it all the way down. He caught his breath as he began to slide his hand into the opened fly, first making contact with the warm flesh below Steven's navel, and slipping downwards, encountered the top of the boy's tangle of dark pubic hair. His hand kept moving slowly downwards, well inside the opened trousers by now, and his fingertips met the waistband of the pale blue nylon briefs. He could hear Steven breathing faster in the excitement of being opened up like this. Steven for his part was in seventh heaven, loving the feel of Luke's hand exploring inside his gaping trousers, slithering down towards his juicy packet. He hoped that Luke would approve of the nylon briefs, which he knew would feel warm and shiny to the touch, and would slide easily over his cock when worked on by his new lover. Steven was still feeling Luke through the satin shorts, but as Luke reached his briefs he felt it was time to begin to go a bit further with him too. So he pushed his hand down the front of the silky satin shorts, and travelled downward further. He met a resistant hard cock, bigger than his own, thick and proud, tightly contained within a pouch of some kind. Were they nylon briefs like his own? He thought not, but the material felt clinging and he was pretty sure it was nylon, but then he felt the mesh. Yes, they were nylon micromesh briefs, and he knew that when he got to see them properly Luke's cock would be showing clearly through them, covered just by this wispy nylon. Fantastic! He'd never seen micromesh briefs on another boy -- but he had seen them in pictures on the internet which he'd managed to find, of older guys wanking themselves off and filling them up with cum. Usually these were pictures that people had posted of themselves. But shortly he was going to see, live, a hot young lad wearing nylon seethrough briefs, wanting to be wanked off by him, and he was going to get wanked in turn.
So each boy now had in his hand the nylon-trapped cockmeat of his partner. Each of them moulded and stroked the hot hard shaft through its silken sheath, working and massaging the shaft delicately but insistently. After a few minutes, Luke suggested that they should strip down to their briefs. Steven jumped up and began to pull his t- shirt over his head, and dropped to the side. Although his black polyester school trousers were gaping open, they had not yet been pulled down his legs, so Luke leant forward and eased them slowly downwards, gasping slightly when the cock-engorged pale blue nylon briefs came into view. Steven's superb young cock filled them wonderfully, the shape of his shaft and his heavy plum balls creating a superbly tempting bulge. The trousers were peeled off, and Steven, having removed his trainers, stepped out of them. Dressed just in those horny blue briefs and his short white socks, he looked good enough to eat. Luke stood up then by his side. 'Wanna pull my shorts down?' he invited. Steven needed no second suggestion. He tugged at the light-weight orange shorts, and they slipped easily off, and there, just as he had guessed, was a red nylon micromesh thong, with the pink skin of Luke's urgent erection clearly showing through. The mass of fair hair set his teencock off deliciously, and with balls as big and heavy with young spunk as Steven's own, it was a sight for sore eyes. He pulled his white sleeveless vest off. Both boys had gold chains round their necks. Then Luke too removed his trainers, and stood also in thin white socks. They closed together for a moment, and Steven took the initiative this time, pressed his nylon pouch into Luke's micromesh, the two nylon fabrics meeting and sliding against each other. The teenagers rubbed and pressed their nylon bulges together, rubbing and pushing and agitating gently. They both murmured hungrily, as they felt their hot young cocks moving within their tight briefs, the tingling cockheads rubbing and pressing together, their loose foreskins pulling back to unsheathe their wet pink tips. Steven began to release precum into his pale blue briefs, a wet spot immediately spreading from his mushroom head. Luke licked his lips as he looked downwards, seeing their bulging packets juicing up with Steven's precum. He slipped his hand for a moment down the front of his own nylon micromesh thong, and gently wanked his cockhead, and sure enough he too began to release drops of delicate clear honey precum. He took his hand away and pulled Steven back to the sofa. 'Come on, let's suck' he said.
The boys got into a 69 position, and each had a faceful of nylon cock-package to explore as he wished. In each case the heady smell of young teencock in hot nylon was really horny and potent. Luke continued to stroke Steven's big dick through the nylon for a minute or so longer, then lowered his mouth over the end of the cockhead in its nylon sheath, and began to suckle on the juicy lollipop, slurping up the silken precum and head-bobbing the cock to encourage Steven to release more. Steven gazed excitedly at the athletic boy's beautiful thick cock in the red micromesh briefs, then moved tenderly towards the final prize, and placed his mouth over the damp tip of the enmeshed prick. He sucked eagerly at the juicy young cock, almost fainting with the excitement of that unique moment -- the first time he had sucked a boy through nylon. He guzzled and slurped greedily on the juicy stick, drinking the precum that was now flooding as freely from Luke's mushroom head as it was from his own, cleverly learning how to work the foreskin back and forth beneath the nylon to give maximum pleasure to Luke, just as he was doing to Steven's tingling head. As they munched and sucked, both teens murmured and moaned gently, enjoying the sheer horniness of the incredible experience. 'Yeah, baby, keep working that big cock', muttered Luke, between sucking his boyfriend's quivering dick. 'I want you to make me shoot my cum in my nylon briefs' said Steven in return, then back he went to Luke's giant cock in his sodden nylon pouch.
Suddenly Luke stopped. 'I've got a better idea. Instead of making you cum in your briefs, I want you to cum in mine. Then we can watch our spunk filling up my micromesh and oozing through the holes. I know it would come through your sexy nylon briefs too, but my mesh will make it more immediate. We can watch as our spunk pumps, and then as it spills out of the micromesh.'
Steven nodded, and the boys stood up again, and closed together once more, their very wet underwear pressing together. 'I want you to leave those fucking horny briefs on, but let's slip your cock out of the leg-hole, and shove it up mine so our cocks touch.' Luke's hand went to Steven's bulge, and then he delicately manoeuvred the boy's hard cock so that it slipped out from left hand leg-hole, whilst leaving his briefs firmly on. The naked cock seemed grateful to be released, and sprang forward and pointed outwards, drips of the honeydew precum showing clearly hanging from the tip. Luke stroked the hard fleshy prick, and for a moment wondered whether he wouldn't after all prefer just to savour the pleasure of working on that gorgeous gleaming lollipop just as it was, but he knew that what he had proposed was actually going to be so horny that he had to go for it. He moved right against Steven, and still grasping the teencock slipped it gently up the leg of his own micromesh briefs. His own cock stood proud and vertical within his seethru pouch, and now Steven's joined it. Side by side the two knobs pressed against each other, warm and skin on skin. They both looked down to watch the movement of their teencocks in the transparent red micromesh, Luke's rather fatter boycock matched by Luke's beautiful shaft. Their foreskins pulled back within the nylon covering, their tingling cockheads pressing together, the fleshy mushroom heads juicily engaging. Both lads instinctively started a slight thrusting motion, so that they hard cocks moved within the briefs in a hands-free wanking action, the friction of the thin nylon on their sensitive young pricks being sufficient to bring them ever nearer to blast-off. This was fantastic. Their gently agitating dicks pulling and tensing against each other, combined with the nylon micromesh tingling and pressing on their dripping heads, sent them fast towards boiling point. Steven loved the sight of his own cock pressed against that of his new tough friend, but also found incredibly sexy the way in which their pubic bushes mashed and mingled as they pressed together, his own dark hair with Luke's blond curly tuft. Their wanking was now becoming more frenetic, and the two kids moaned deep in their throats, looking deeply into the eyes of the other. They began to kiss again, hungrily and feverishly, and that was when Steven felt the gush of spunk begin to rush from his balls up his shaft. 'Oooh, fuck' was all he needed to say, and Luke simply answered 'Yeah, me too baby. Here goes.'
They looked downwards again, and together their fountains of spurting boycum began to flood Luke's engorged nylon micromesh briefs. A gush of creamy white spunk spurted from the tip of Steven's cockhead, moments before Luke began to gush his hot teencum to mix with his young friend's jetting jizz. Steven found himself beginning to cry with the joy of this unhoped for moment, this completely new experience of total bliss. Sharing sex with a handsome boy his own age, getting inside the boy's pants (quite literally, in this case), pressing his naked flesh against that of his soft warm companion, it was all to much for him. The tears rolled down his face, tears of helpless pleasure. But there was a sadness too, for this was a one- off, never-to-be-repeated moment. The first time, always to be remembered but never relived quite like this. On and on surged his spunk fountain, until the now heavy nylon micromesh was sodden and saturated. Just as Luke had promised, their thick creamy cum quickly spilt through the thin micromesh of the nylon pouch, pearly and shining in the harsh electric light of the room. Luke reached down with his hand and smeared the spunk as it came through, scooping it up and spreading it over his tummy. Steven also reached and stroking the bulging nylon cockbag, scooped up a mix of his and Luke's boycum, and brought it up to his face. Snake-like, his tongue flickered out and tasted the delicious mixture of teenage boyjuices. For both kids, the hot smell of their spunk, mingled with the aroma of their sodden nylon briefs -- the spunk was now dripping onto Steven's briefs as well -- was overwhelming. In a final crush together, the lads pressed their nylon underwear together, and shared the results of their cum party.
They stood like that for some time. Then Luke whispered in Steven's ear: 'next Friday, let's ask Paul along. He'd got a new DVD camera. We'd look good, don't you think?'
After a pause, Steven nodded. 'Yeah, we'd look good. Let's ask him.'
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