I live in a first-floor flat and a few Saturdays ago at about 10 am I was putting off having to go to Tescos for the week's boring shopping by lying on my bed preparing for a leisurely wank. I'd put on a pair of Umbro satin shorts, but underneath was wearing a pair of my favourite white nylon briefs. I love the feel of my cock as I rub it through the shining satin with the tight nylon packet beneath. Anyway, I'd already pulled by teeshirt off and was giving my bulging cockmound a good old rub - pretty fucking stiff by this time - when the door bell rings.
I was going to ignore it, but then thought that I'd better answer as I was expecting some videos by post: the postman wouldn't just leave them on the doorstep. So I got off the bed, hoping my cock would subside a bit, and went downstairs in my shorts.
It wasn't the postman, bit this lad of no more than 18 I guess, with a bucket a water. He was wearing jeans and a white England soccer shirt, and was really cute. Dark hair, and deep brown eyes. He must have though me odd, wearing only shorts in October. Anyway, he asked whether I wanted my windows watching, and actually I really did because the old guy who used to do it retired about a year ago and they hadn't been done since.
'Thanks mate, yes. I'll leave the door on the latch so that you can get through to the back too, as they are filthy as well. I'll be through there' (indicating the way to the bedroom) 'if you need me.'
Well, I left him to it and went back to my bed, knowing that sooner or later he would have to move the ladder round to my window and be able to see through. I wanted to see what his reaction would be when he saw me on my bed stroking myself off. I reckoned that the worst that could happen would be that he would make a pretty fast exit.
I began to get working again on my cock, and slipped my hand down the front on my Umbros. I was now stroking my shaft through the warm nylon of my briefs. My meat was throbbing pretty wildly by now, I can tell you, and I wasn't sure that I'd be able to hold back until the lad came round to the window.
Then I could here the knocking sound of his ladder being re-positioned, and then up the ladder he came. At first, I don't think he saw me, or pretended not to, and at this point I was only giving myself a fairly gently massage so he might not have thought I was up to anything.
Then I was aware that he had stopped washing the glass and was watching me. I ignored him, and continued to rub myself inside my shorts, exaggerating the movements a bit for his benefit. I was desperate to blow a load, and thought that was the best that I could hope for, with him as spectator, so I raised myself off the bed a bit and tugged the Umbros down.
He probably thought that I was going to be naked underneath, so I'm not sure whether he was disappointed or not when he saw that I was wearing my nylon briefs. I suddenly raised my head and looked straight at him, and smiled broadly as I shoved my hand down inside my tight briefs and grabbed my cock. I now started to masturbate in earnest, and there was a noise from outside as he quickly headed back down the ladder.
As I heard the unmistakeable sound of the front door opening and then being gently closed, I continued enjoying the feel of my hard hot cock through the nylon. My wet mushroom helmet was dripping precum freely, so that my white briefs were nearly transparent now. The foreskin moved freely back and forwards, so that my cockhead tingled tantalisingly in the tight fabric. God I was so horny. Then the door or my bedroom opened, and in came the lad, flushed and nervous. I smiled encouragingly at him: 'sorry if I put you off your work, but I really needed a wank and I knew that you'd probably seen a lot worse through windows in your job.'
'Err, well mate, to be honest I've never seen a bloke doing that!'
He smiled and stood watching. I was still gently feathering myself through the outside of the bulging nylon, and the tingling sensation on my knob was overpowering. I loved him watching me.
As I carried on lightly caressing my throbbing meat through the damp briefs, I noticed his hand involuntarily move to the front of his tight faded jeans. He fiddled with himself a bit, stroking the front of his jeans, and then pulled his white England soccer shirt free from his jeans and slid his hand underneath at the waist and caressed his flesh.
I smiled encouragingly, and he moved closer. Then he was standing right by me, and I reached up with my free hand and pressed the front of his jeans. He had a firm meaty packet, and it moved gently under my hand. He was firming up, but not yet fully stiff. I stopped wanking myself so that I could work on him with both hands, and quickly undid the catch of his jeans and pulled his zip downwards. The jeans parted, but I needed to tug quite hard at them to free them from his young thighs as they were so tight. Slowly they descended, and revealed a pair of wine-coloured silk boxers, a fantastic contrast with the bright white soccer shirt.
He was still standing by the side of my bed, and closed his eyes as I began to rub his young firm cockmound through the silky material. He was fantastic, a real teenage tough who was now begging to be pleasured. I pushed him towards me, and his silk boxers came up against my face. They were tenting with his teenage hard-on, and I closed my mouth over the front of them. His boymeat entered my mouth, sheathed in silk, and I sucked hungrily on this juicy piece of flesh. I could feel the large mushroom head of this teenager's cock and the foreskin moving freely backwards and forwards as he began to buck and writhe.
He groaned gently as I sucked at him, and his legs began to buckle. Then he collapsed on the bed with me, and at that moment I began to set to work in earnest on this teenager. My own cock was straining for release from my nylon briefs, so as I pressed against him, whipping my hand under his soccer shirt and stroking his warm smooth chest, I somehow managed to get my cockhead out of the top of my briefs and pushed it up the leg of his silk boxers. I was crazy for it now, and began to buck and thrust so that my cock pushed further up into his boxers and my knobhead pressed against his own hard boymeat. I brought my hand back down from his stomach and dipped into his boxers, and then grabbed his now rampant erection and my own quivering cockmeat. With one motion, I wanked us simultaneously in his shorts. It was so fucking hot - my balls tucked up under the top of my nylon briefs - and his big dick now beginning to drop precum as freely as my own.
I managed to keep this going for about two minutes, my masturbating hand alternately increasing its movements and then slowing down to prolong the pleasure. All the time he moaned gently in his throat. But then he gave a cry of joy and arched his back slightly, and shot a load of thick spunk into his hot silk boxers. With that, I let my own cum go, so that those sexy silk boxers filled with a double load of boycream.
We lay there for about five minutes, and then without warning he was off. He didn't want to stay, didn't want to talk about it, wouldn't even give me his name. He pulled off his cum-filled boxers and pulled his jeans back on. And he was out of the door and away - didn't even finish my windows. Not sure if he'll come back, probably not. But I've still got the wine-coloured boxers...
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