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Robert and the Nylon Briefs – Chapter 1RobertI had known him for three years, and still to this day, he was the mostalluring guy I had ever known. Nobody else had ever left such an intensephysical and emotional impact on me. He had hair like a gelled pitch blackmidnight, eyes as blue as the ocean, a smile as bright as the sun but assharp as a blade. His presence was so striking, that it would make even thespirit of Alexander the Great bow down. He was rebellious but intelligent.He could laugh it up over something stupid and a second later, deliver thewit of Kelsey Grammar. To him, I was just a buddy to kick it with, to rockout with. To me, he was heaven.He wore a black leather jacket alot – it was sort of his trademark. He wasirresistible in whatever else he wore too, whether it was a simple thrown onbut stylish tight band shirt or a button down-collared and pressed cottonshirt. He usually wore black pants, whether emo cotton or stylish fadeddenim; I think it was just his favorite color, really. He liked the silvermetal chains, too.We were kicking it over at his house one afternoon skipping class andwatching DVDs, when he pulled another random one from his collection andpopped it into the player. He’d never tell me what he was putting on – healways wanted to expose me to something new. This one didn’t start normallythe 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 – DashboardConfessional – to vintage camp – like Madonna or even Cher. Concerts ofvarious styles were prominent, too.This film’s credits were way too low-budget to be anything widelyrecognized, 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 himselfup, all in the span of like 10 seconds. Whoa, what the fuck was this?! Thedude 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’tthink he’d notice though – when his words caused a release of butterflies tomy stomach. I knew he dated chicks, but apparently he was into guys aswell. Gay porn?!He started to rub himself through those black cotton trousers he waswearing, his growing erection more clearly defined with each passing moment.I couldn’t help but stare. His leather jacket and white shirt were stillon, and I so desperately wanted to see him with his cock out, jacking off tothe porn.Yeah, we were entering a dangerous territory. At least I hoped that’s theway we were headed. As far as I knew, he just wanted to wank by himself. Imean, guy friends did that sometimes, right? If one was horny, they mightpop in a porno, jerk off, and go back to doing whatever they were doingbefore, right?His head turned slowly and looked in my direction. Desire was filling thoseeyes; he smiled ever so slightly. He wanted me. Whoa. What the hell wasthis?! canlı bahis siteleri The intensity in the room was so strong, so sharp, even the blade ofhis smile couldn’t cut through.He slowly started leaning in my direction. I couldn’t believe this – whathad brought this behavior on? He had never once in the past expressed averbal form of any attraction, thuogh a few friends of mine always thoughthe was. I chalked it up to wants, really. I mean, he was usually with somechick making out in the hallway.He continued slowly to lean in my direction. I honestly felt like I wasdreaming. I closed my eyes, not wanting to wake up, when I felt his handslightly around the back of my neck and gently pull me into him. I felt hislips 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, everywant, every desire. I was his.I felt his tounge gently find the way past my lips, carefully exploringevery part of my mouth. Mine met his, a dance of the tips, edging closer tomore intense tounge play.Robert sure knew how to kiss. I had never felt something so wonderful andstrangely inspiring as the taste of him.I felt his hand caress the top of my soccer shorts. He muttered so lightlyin 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 wasthe center of my every emotional need, of my every sexual craving, was hererubbing my crotch on his living room couch.I wanted to tell him he was beautiful. I wanted to express how the thoughtof him kept me up at night. The thought of him distracted me from mystudies, from anything relatively important to my future. He inspired me towrite music about him – or something he did or said or acted like orfeelings he conjured inside of me – emotionally and sexually. And here hewas, and here I was, giving into him.He slowly climbed on top as we both moved into more comfortable lyingpositions on the couch. I opened my legs a little wider as his handcontinued to rub my mound; I had never experienced anything like thisbefore. It was purely electric.He started kissing down the nape of my neck, his second hand now on myshoulder. I felt both of his hands swiftly move to the bottom of my shirtand pull it up quickly over my head – the first quick motion of the entireencounter. Everything previous had somehow felt slow motion. His handreturned almost immediately to the red soccer shorts I was sporting,fondling the package held inside. For the first time, I let my hand go andfound it moving it’s way to the fly on his trousers. I let the hand pullthe fly down slowly, enjoying the desire to see what was inside. His handgrabbed my hand, and he whispered, “I want you to do your work, whatever itis 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 whathe had wanted me to do. I’d do anything for him.An honest, undoubtfully beautiful grin painted itself on the canvass of hisface – I perabet could just feel him searching my eyes was for approval and that hefound exactly what he was looking for.I reached slowly for the lowered fly of his trousers and brought it all theway down. I unfashioned the button, and as his hips rose slightly, I pulledthose black cotton pants down some. He kicked off his shoes and I couldtell he wanted his pants gone. I pulled them off of him, but all the whilefeeling 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 heasked me to put on another pair of his nylon underwear with the soccershorts on top. I was finding this strangely but seriously stronglyarousing; 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 ofclothes in the past from sleeping over), so I had no trouble or issuefinding my way into his room. I opened the top dresser drawer of the oakshrunk, and right there was where I found all of his boxers and briefs. Iran my finger across the silkyness of the some of the nylon fabricsenclosed, that were sort of hidden underneath the cotton boxers and briefs,and after about 30 seconds, I had made my choice. I slipped my soccershorts off, took my superman silk boxers off, and put on a pair of hisunderwear – you’ll find out soon enough what I picked. I took off my shirtas 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, andmade my way back to the living room where he was waiting. I couldn’tbelieve how excited this nylon-material-underwear was making me. It waslike 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 beingrevealed to me by someone I care for. I had never in my life been sosexually excited and so intellectually stimulated at the same time.”You have no idea how horny you’re making me,” I said. He grinned from earto ear.I sat down next to him on the couch again, and he reached out and pulled meinto another kiss, more aggressively this time. After quite a few momentsof steamy tounge action, I started to nibble down his neck. My left handwas on the back of his head, pulling very slightly at his hair. I had readsomewhere that those nerves released tons endorphins in males, and I’mguessing it was right. He seemed to enjoy the soft pull.He kept moaning deeply as I nibbled on his neck – the vibration on hisadam’s apple was just too much. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, butI reminded myself to slow down, to enjoy the experience. I whispered out asI continued south, “You’re so fucking hot, you know that? I want to jerkyou, to suck you, to see you cum all in these briefs.” Wow, where’d thatlast thought come from? And why was it so fricking hot?He moaned in response, and I couldn’t resist. Both my hands found their wayinstantly on his briefs and started to rub. I felt his essence through thesilky, perabet giriş shiny, sexy material, head to base, base to head. I was soon jerkinghim off slowly, and he threw his head back in obvious pleasure. He wastruly enjoying this.After a few moments, I started to pick up speed a little bit and slowly wasbring my head down in the direction of his underwear. God he was so hot inthese. I felt one of his hands land softly on the top of my head, guidingmy head quicker in the direction of his cock. I arrived at his briefsquickly, my tounge already coming out starting to lick. As soon as I madecontact with the shiny black material, I heard him moan one of the sexiestnoises I had ever heard him make. I continued to lick up and down theshaft, enclosed in it’s nylon prison. I started to suck him off, and hismoans were picking up intensity and speed.Suddenly he pulled my head back with both hands and said, “I’ve got to feelyou up. Now.”In less than a second, he pounced on me and started fondling my cock thatwas inside the red soccer shorts. His throat echoed this sexy growl, andhis second hand found it’s way up one of the leg’s and started fondling meunder the shorts. After a few minutes of this, he begged to pull the soccerpair down and to see what I was wearing underneath.He growled, “you’re so fucking hot in these”, as he pulled the soccer shortsdown, and he practically fainted when he saw I was wearing his red nylonbriefs. “How’d you fucking know these were the ones I wanted you to creamin? 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. Ifhe had fantasized about me previously like this, then I just knew it wasn’tgoing to be an individual encounter – but more of a budding relationship.He started incessitently jerking me off in his red-nylon briefs. Thethought of wearing his underwear was so extremely exciting for me. I wassurprised by his next move, when he laid his crotch down on mine. Westarted jerking each other off together in one rhythm, filled with constantfriction, all in one unifying motion. He then took hold of my hand over hiscock and brought the two together in their nylon-brief constraints. Hestarted humping my crotch area in his nylon briefs, and I was reallyenjoying the friction he was creating. We were creating. The moment wasgetting so intense and I knew I was gonna cum really, really soon. This wasjust SO fucking hot. I was just about to utter that out in words, when Iheard the deepest of moans come from his throat and he started to shoot hisload in his briefs. It was too much for me and sent me over the edge – Ibecame lost in my orgasm too. Shoot after shoot, it seemed to go onforever, 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, pantinghard. This was the best experience I had ever had, and even better than anyfantasy I had ever created over the idea of him.He leaned in and started kissing me again, passionately. I knew this wasgoing to be the start of something incredible.*Thank you for reading! It’s highly possible I might submit anotherchapter, or I might try writing something else. Or both! If you liked thematerial above, please check back and hopefully by then I’ll have somethingelse written! Again, thank you for reading.
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