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Robert
I had known him for three years, and still to this day, he was the most alluring guy I had ever known. Nobody else had ever left such an intense physical and emotional impact on me. He had hair like a gelled pitch black midnight, eyes as blue as the ocean, a smile as bright as the sun but as sharp as a blade. His presence was so striking, that it would make even the spirit of Alexander the Great bow down. He was rebellious but intelligent. He could laugh it up over something stupid and a second later, deliver the wit of Kelsey Grammar. To him, I was just a buddy to kick it with, to rock out with. To me, he was heaven.
He wore a black leather jacket alot - it was sort of his trademark. He was irresistible in whatever else he wore too, whether it was a simple thrown on but stylish tight band shirt or a button down-collared and pressed cotton shirt. He usually wore black pants, whether emo cotton or stylish faded denim; I think it was just his favorite color, really. He liked the silver metal chains, too.
We were kicking it over at his house one afternoon skipping class and watching DVDs, when he pulled another random one from his collection and popped it into the player. He'd never tell me what he was putting on - he always wanted to expose me to something new. This one didn't start normally the way the rest of the DVDs had done - we usually watched indie flicks, like "Brick" with Joseph Gordon-Levitt or "A Home at the End of the World", or documentaries on music, ranging from the likes of modern - Dashboard Confessional - to vintage camp - like Madonna or even Cher. Concerts of various styles were prominent, too.
This film's credits were way too low-budget to be anything widely recognized, but the more low-budget something seemed, the hipper it would (usually) turn out to be.
Some dude in a soccer kit walked onto the camera and started to feel himself up, all in the span of like 10 seconds. Whoa, what the fuck was this?! The dude I often hung out with was watching porno right in front of me!
"You're into guys, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"You'll like this."
I was already growing in my briefs from the action on the screen - I didn't think he'd notice though - when his words caused a release of butterflies to my stomach. I knew he dated chicks, but apparently he was into guys as well. Gay porn?!
He started to rub himself through those black cotton trousers he was wearing, his growing erection more clearly defined with each passing moment. I couldn't help but stare. His leather jacket and white shirt were still on, and I so desperately wanted to see him with his cock out, jacking off to the porn.
Yeah, we were entering a dangerous territory. At least I hoped that's the way we were headed. As far as I knew, he just wanted to wank by himself. I mean, guy friends did that sometimes, right? If one was horny, they might pop in a porno, jerk off, and go back to doing whatever they were doing before, right?
His head turned slowly and looked in my direction. Desire was filling those eyes; he smiled ever so slightly. He wanted me. Whoa. What the hell was this?! The intensity in the room was so strong, so sharp, even the blade of his smile couldn't cut through.
He slowly started leaning in my direction. I couldn't believe this - what had brought this behavior on? He had never once in the past expressed a verbal form of any attraction, thuogh a few friends of mine always thought he was. I chalked it up to wants, really. I mean, he was usually with some chick making out in the hallway.
He continued slowly to lean in my direction. I honestly felt like I was dreaming. I closed my eyes, not wanting to wake up, when I felt his hand slightly around the back of my neck and gently pull me into him. I felt his lips gently touch mine, electricity bursting through every nerve of my body. I felt weak, shy. I wanted to give into this man's every lust, every want, every desire. I was his.
I felt his tounge gently find the way past my lips, carefully exploring every part of my mouth. Mine met his, a dance of the tips, edging closer to more intense tounge play.
Robert sure knew how to kiss. I had never felt something so wonderful and strangely inspiring as the taste of him.
I felt his hand caress the top of my soccer shorts. He muttered so lightly in my mouth, "I can't resist you in these anymore. You're so fucking hot, you know that."
I couldn't have been more surprised. I moaned in response. The guy who was the center of my every emotional need, of my every sexual craving, was here rubbing my crotch on his living room couch.
I wanted to tell him he was beautiful. I wanted to express how the thought of him kept me up at night. The thought of him distracted me from my studies, from anything relatively important to my future. He inspired me to write music about him - or something he did or said or acted like or feelings he conjured inside of me - emotionally and sexually. And here he was, and here I was, giving into him.
He slowly climbed on top as we both moved into more comfortable lying positions on the couch. I opened my legs a little wider as his hand continued to rub my mound; I had never experienced anything like this before. It was purely electric.
He started kissing down the nape of my neck, his second hand now on my shoulder. I felt both of his hands swiftly move to the bottom of my shirt and pull it up quickly over my head - the first quick motion of the entire encounter. Everything previous had somehow felt slow motion. His hand returned almost immediately to the red soccer shorts I was sporting, fondling the package held inside. For the first time, I let my hand go and found it moving it's way to the fly on his trousers. I let the hand pull the fly down slowly, enjoying the desire to see what was inside. His hand grabbed my hand, and he whispered, "I want you to do your work, whatever it is you plan on doing, with my briefs on. I like it that way."
The concept was new to me, but seemed really interesting. I wondered what he had wanted me to do. I'd do anything for him.
An honest, undoubtfully beautiful grin painted itself on the canvass of his face - I could just feel him searching my eyes was for approval and that he found exactly what he was looking for.
I reached slowly for the lowered fly of his trousers and brought it all the way down. I unfashioned the button, and as his hips rose slightly, I pulled those black cotton pants down some. He kicked off his shoes and I could tell he wanted his pants gone. I pulled them off of him, but all the while feeling his legs during the removal process. His skin was so soft.
My right hand was finding it's way back to his black nylon briefs, when he asked me to put on another pair of his nylon underwear with the soccer shorts on top. I was finding this strangely but seriously strongly arousing; I told him to stay put and I'd go pick out a pair from his room. I had been to his house a million times (and borrowed a couple pairs of clothes in the past from sleeping over), so I had no trouble or issue finding my way into his room. I opened the top dresser drawer of the oak shrunk, and right there was where I found all of his boxers and briefs. I ran my finger across the silkyness of the some of the nylon fabrics enclosed, that were sort of hidden underneath the cotton boxers and briefs, and after about 30 seconds, I had made my choice. I slipped my soccer shorts off, took my superman silk boxers off, and put on a pair of his underwear - you'll find out soon enough what I picked. I took off my shirt as well. I wasn't sure why, but I just wanted to feel it gone.
I slipped back into the soccer shorts, with a terribly obvious bulge, and made my way back to the living room where he was waiting. I couldn't believe how excited this nylon-material-underwear was making me. It was like a whole 'nother level of kink I had within me was becoming unleashed, an aspect of who I am as an individual and what I enjoy personally being revealed to me by someone I care for. I had never in my life been so sexually excited and so intellectually stimulated at the same time.
"You have no idea how horny you're making me," I said. He grinned from ear to ear.
I sat down next to him on the couch again, and he reached out and pulled me into another kiss, more aggressively this time. After quite a few moments of steamy tounge action, I started to nibble down his neck. My left hand was on the back of his head, pulling very slightly at his hair. I had read somewhere that those nerves released tons endorphins in males, and I'm guessing it was right. He seemed to enjoy the soft pull.
He kept moaning deeply as I nibbled on his neck - the vibration on his adam's apple was just too much. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, but I reminded myself to slow down, to enjoy the experience. I whispered out as I continued south, "You're so fucking hot, you know that? I want to jerk you, to suck you, to see you cum all in these briefs." Wow, where'd that last thought come from? And why was it so fricking hot?
He moaned in response, and I couldn't resist. Both my hands found their way instantly on his briefs and started to rub. I felt his essence through the silky, shiny, sexy material, head to base, base to head. I was soon jerking him off slowly, and he threw his head back in obvious pleasure. He was truly enjoying this.
After a few moments, I started to pick up speed a little bit and slowly was bring my head down in the direction of his underwear. God he was so hot in these. I felt one of his hands land softly on the top of my head, guiding my head quicker in the direction of his cock. I arrived at his briefs quickly, my tounge already coming out starting to lick. As soon as I made contact with the shiny black material, I heard him moan one of the sexiest noises I had ever heard him make. I continued to lick up and down the shaft, enclosed in it's nylon prison. I started to suck him off, and his moans were picking up intensity and speed.
Suddenly he pulled my head back with both hands and said, "I've got to feel you up. Now."
In less than a second, he pounced on me and started fondling my cock that was inside the red soccer shorts. His throat echoed this sexy growl, and his second hand found it's way up one of the leg's and started fondling me under the shorts. After a few minutes of this, he begged to pull the soccer pair down and to see what I was wearing underneath.
He growled, "you're so fucking hot in these", as he pulled the soccer shorts down, and he practically fainted when he saw I was wearing his red nylon briefs. "How'd you fucking know these were the ones I wanted you to cream in? I can't fucking resist you in red. At all."
I was thrilled at the thought that this was a more than one time deal. If he had fantasized about me previously like this, then I just knew it wasn't going to be an individual encounter - but more of a budding relationship.
He started incessitently jerking me off in his red-nylon briefs. The thought of wearing his underwear was so extremely exciting for me. I was surprised by his next move, when he laid his crotch down on mine. We started jerking each other off together in one rhythm, filled with constant friction, all in one unifying motion. He then took hold of my hand over his cock and brought the two together in their nylon-brief constraints. He started humping my crotch area in his nylon briefs, and I was really enjoying the friction he was creating. We were creating. The moment was getting so intense and I knew I was gonna cum really, really soon. This was just SO fucking hot. I was just about to utter that out in words, when I heard the deepest of moans come from his throat and he started to shoot his load in his briefs. It was too much for me and sent me over the edge - I became lost in my orgasm too. Shoot after shoot, it seemed to go on forever, and I kind of wanted it to. This was heaven, right here.
Before I realized it, we were collapsed together, him on top of me, panting hard. This was the best experience I had ever had, and even better than any fantasy I had ever created over the idea of him.
He leaned in and started kissing me again, passionately. I knew this was going to be the start of something incredible.
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