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[deusex]

Use this area to post any stories of things that have happened to you. Underwear or swimwear sightings? Have you ever stole another guys underwear? Any hot sex involving underwear? Do you have roomates that parade around in their gear? You get the idea...

Either post here, or make your own threads...

[Unregistered]

One day me and my friend were swimmng at 6:00 A.M. all I have is boxers and my friend wore a jockstrap in the pool which is my favorite. I asked if we could switch, with us both being gay he agreed. so we both stripped nude and switched underwear. He likes to only have his cock out but I like my cock and butt to be visable. Then a dog came over and yanked bothof our under wear off. my friend only likes to wear uderwear but he didn't have any more and neither di I so we stayed naked all day we even showeredand slept together all of which we were nude for

[Unregistered]

I had one underwear exchange that still gets me off. My job then entailed using an on-call room once a week. One night there I discovered a pair of cum-stained Jockey briefs on the top shelf of the closet. It really got me hot and I came soon after trying them on, and left them where I found them. A week later I found a light blue bikini in the same spot, again cum stained. I kept it and left a pair of my Calvin's that I had cum in that night. A week later they were gone and replaced by a red silk bikini which was also obviously used to jerk off in. Well, this exchange continued for another few weeks and I looked forward everytime to my on-call nights. It was great....but unfortunately it didn't last, and I never knew who my jerk-off partner was. I still have his briefs and I hope that he enjoys them and the memories as much as I do.

[Unregistered]

Red bikini souvenir of my first time.
I got a ride cross country to college my freshman year with an upper classman. I heard that he was gay but wasn't sure of that, or my own sexual identity at the time for that matter. First night in a motel we stripped to our underwear to go to bed. The sight of his sexy red bikini caused my white Jockey briefs to tent. He noticed and invited me to come to his bed. I did. I was nervous but it all seem quite natural as I felt his hard cock through his briefs which he told me to pull off. I sucked him eagerly and came in my underwear when he came in my mouth. Later that night he fucked me bareback while I jerked off. It was great and there was no question about my sexual identity then. The next morning he asked to exchange souvenirs of my first time. He took my cum-stained white briefs and he gave me his sexy red bikini which I still have and wear from time to time.

[Jock's away]

Why don't you register?

Why don't you show us your trophy?

It doesn't hurt

[Unregistered]

Originally posted by Jock's away
Why don't you register?

Why don't you show us your trophy?

It doesn't hurt Can't...at least not yet. I know my sexual identity, but others don't, except for a few guys I have enjoyed having sex with. Would love to display those red bikinis on this site. It was a memorable experience and since then I've given up my tightie whities for more sexy underwear which really get me hot. Dream about sharing them with you. Meanwhile, thanks for all the pictures of guys in briefs.

[Unregistered]

I had a successful wrestling record in college which resulted in a coaching position upon graduation. The senior coach had a few more years until retirement. Although our ages greatly differed, we got along just great. The senior coach appreciated my hands-on contribution since he had lost his agility years ago.

One Thursday, the team had completed the usual warm-up and I was taking them through some moves. I had picked Dave to help me demonstrate since he was about the same size as me. He was intense and aggressive. I could use him as an example and show him I could take him at the same time. Dave was down and I was on top. As I was talking the team through a complex technique, I felt Dave lean back into me. It was subtle and unnoticeable to everyone else, at least I think. Don’t get me wrong, wrestling is full of contact but this wasn’t the normal stuff. I continued my talk and I felt the slight grind of his ass against my cock. In an effort to stop any further action, I stood up and directed everyone to work through it with their partners. Dave rejoined Kyle who was his partner while I circulated around the room observing the rest of the team. Dave and Kyle interrupted the rest of the group several times with bursts of laughter. I figured Dave was filling Kyle in on his actions.

The next day I was prepared, I first lectured about the technique, then called up Dave as my usual example. He had a sparkle in his eye that led me to believe he would pick up right where he left off. I now explained to the team that Dave would be demonstrating the move. Now the sparkle was in my eye. My intent was to embarrass him as he tried the previous day. I figured a young college stud wouldn’t be able to control his cock if placed in the same situation. I got down on all fours. Dave got behind me as I explained things. He kept his distance at first but then I completed a few moves that pulled him closer. I settled back against him but I was too late. His anticipation already had him rock hard. I spoke for a few seconds and then rolled him onto his back and pushed my junk into his face as I stood up. I had stopped that challenge.

I returned to my office after speaking to the senior coach for a short time. Dave came in. He apologized for the grinding action, noting that it was all in fun. Dave asked what my plans were for the rest of the day. I replied that I was headed home after work. He said that Kyle, Jeff and him were headed out to a hockey game later and there was an extra ticket. I try not to hang out with the students but I am an avid hockey fan and figured there would be no problem at a public event. I met the three of them at the arena just before 7:00. The game was excellent and loaded with fights. We were all having a great time and a couple of beers. During the last break, Dave and I were engaged in wrestling talk which led to him raving about my wrestling history, teaching ability, friendliness and physique. I humbly thanked him for all of the compliments. Jeff called Dave a brown nose and asked who was going to the bar after the game. The three musketeers all cheered while I shook my head no. I thanked them for the ticket and headed home after the game.

Shortly after 2:00 am I was awaken by the squealing of tires from a car racing up and down the street. The next thing I heard was my doorbell. I threw on a pair of shorts while heading to the door. My three friends were now on my doorstep in a semi-drunken state. I left them in as not to disrupt the neighborhood any more. They collapsed in my living room in a state of laughter. They said they were surprised that my name was actually in the phone book. I told them that they shouldn’t be there but I wouldn’t allow them to drive any further being intoxicated. Dave said that I was very sexy in my shorts and asked if that was what I wore to bed. Jeff jumped in saying that I probably slept in my jock and anyone who wears one all day has to be gay. Kyle asked why I wasn’t married. I told them that I was absolutely straight and just hadn’t met the right lady yet. Dave told the guys he could tell I had a big cock from when he was grinding against me. I told them all to go to sleep, they were drunk and saying things that they would regret later. I told them that I would get them some pillows and blankets. Dave stood up, came closer, reached out his hand to shake mine and said thanks. As I shook his hand, he grabbed my neck trying to wrestle me to the ground. Even sober I could kick his ass so I don’t know why he tried this. The next thing I know, Jeff and Kyle were on me too. I could kick Dave’s ass but not all three. They took me to the ground and yanked my shorts down around my ankles. Jeff quickly told the others that I wasn’t wearing a jock. I tried every move I knew but couldn’t get away from the three of them. I told them that they could be kicked out of college for this.

As I lay naked on the floor, Dave was lying across my chest, Kyle had my arms over my head and Jeff had my legs wrapped up. Dave turned around while still laying on top of me and took his tongue across my balls. I told them I was not gay and didn’t want to be part of their party. Dave sucked my limp cock into his mouth. My constant twisting and struggling made it difficult for him to hang on but it also worked against me. I could feel my cock growing from the tugging action that was created. The entire thing started to become very erotic to me. The restraint and the physical pleasure was turning me on. I now had three of the leanest, meanest college studs trying to play out some drunken fantasy with me. There have been times when I have seen them act a little too friendly in the shower but I never thought of them as gay. Dave pulled off so he could tell the others my cock was growing. Jeff said it was only the beginning and I was really going to enjoy this night. I told them again that I was not gay. Kyle said that they weren’t either, this was just going to be a fun night out with the guys. Dave continued sucking on my balls and semi-hard meat. My body became tired and overwhelmed with pleasure yet I knew if I relaxed they would think I was giving in. I had no choice, there was no way I could escape these three. I could only hope that they wouldn’t get too crazy and they were drunk enough not to remember anything in the morning.

When I quit struggling, Kyle said it would be much more enjoyable now. He moved down and started sucking on one of my nipples while Jeff released my legs a little. Dave let go of my cock and undressed. As soon as he had moved off of me, Jeff took over licking my nuts and dick with his tongue. Dave, standing above me, said that I was built like a god, he was my loyal subject who would do whatever I requested. Although I was feeling pleasure, I requested that they would all leave. Jeff said that wasn’t part of the plan. Dave undressed Kyle as he continued to suck on my nipples. Kyle’s cock sprung out of his pants showing his excitement about the whole thing. Then Dave went down to Jeff and undressed him. Jeff proved to be hard too. My living room was now filled with four muscular wrestling studs that were nude and hard. All I could wonder was what did they have planned next.

Dave said we were going to practice some wrestling moves. I was ordered to get on all fours like in class. I guaranteed them somebody would be hurt if they tried burying their cocks in my ass. Dave said that wasn’t going to happen. I got down on the floor and assumed the position. Jeff laid on his back under my cock. He reached up and pulled me down into his mouth. Dave got behind me on all fours and started licking my asshole. Kyle was in front of me with his face to mine. He kissed me and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He was another guy, but at this point I was hornier than hell, it was hot. My body shuddered time and again as these three worked me over. I never had my ass eaten before but found it to be incredible. Jeff was an excellent cock sucker. It wasn’t long till I felt a tightening in my balls. I let them know I was near coming. Dave and Jeff pulled off. They got into the 69 position and went down on each other, these two studs made a very hot scene. Kyle reminded them that I was the center of attention. I said that I didn’t mind the rest and watched them for a while. Jeff has jet-black hair, dark tanned skin, brown eyes and hung like a mule. Dave had a sexy little trail of hair from his navel down to the base of his cock. These two were sucking and pumping like there was no tomorrow. Dave went into what looked like convulsions as he pumped his spunk all over Jeff’s chest. Soon after Jeff shot his load onto Dave’s shoulder. The smell of sex was strong in the room. Kyle dropped down and sucked my meat into his mouth. After a few minutes, Jeff came over and started sucking on Kyle. Kyle didn’t take long until he blew his load all over Jeff’s belly. Dave said that it was time to get back to business and dove his tongue right into my mouth. Jeff and Kyle pulled me back into position where one could lick my ass and the other could suck on my cock. It was incredible being serviced by the three of these guys. My body tensed up and Jeff pumped me faster and harder. I left out a loud groan as I blew my load everywhere. The four of us lay there in a large pile of cock, muscle and sweat.

I told them that I enjoyed the guy’s night out but I better never find out that they told anyone about it. They all said that they worship my body and promised to never speak a word. Since then, I have seen all of them with women and it was a one-time thing. I really don’t believe that they are gay. Like they said, I think it was just a fun night out with the guys.

[dayne]

One night I was at a bar that had a small loft with two couches facing each other and a love seat at the end. Little could be seen down below the way the furniture was. I was sitting next to a real hunk of a man in from out of town. On the couch opposite us were 4 gay couples were who were kind of fooling around but making sure nothing ever showed. I was in shorts , a jock, t shirt, and sandals. The man next to me was in from a meeting in slacks and a shirt. He turned out to be a great kisser with large sensitive nipples on his hairy chest. After enjoying those nipples, I worked my way down while he put his hand under the waist band of my shorts and was cupping the pouch of my jock feeling my cock grow in his hand. I unzipped his slacks to find some very very brief black bikinis with virtually no sides and a growing cock pushing out of the top. All of this was happening while we were by now being watched very closely by the 8 guys just opposite us. This was an incredible turn on for me. When I got on my knees, I slipped the front of his briefs down and put my lips over a piece of meat any one would be proud of.
While I was sucking him he started slipping my shorts off and showing off my small athletic ass covered only by a 3 inch band bike supporter. He slowly started exposing my asshole to the guys on the couch, sliding his fingers in to me. I know he was feeling the effects of a great blow job and I was getting so turned on my cock was dripping pre cum. By the time he was about to come, he had his finger up my ass for all these guys sitting opposite us to watch. Finally he stopped me, got me on my feet, slowly pulling my jock off to show them my 8 and a half inch cock on my much smaller body than his. He told me I needed to be totally naked so I slipped my shirt and sandals off. I never bottom so I felt like I was going to explode as he fingered me deeper and deeper. He kept me turned sideways so they could see him use my butt while he stroked me. What a turn on to watch the guys moving to see each naked part of me being used. I finally shot all over everything it seemed. I then kneeled still nude and gave him head while I played with the back triangle of his briefs feeling the powerful muscles of his ass tightening as I sucked. Just as he was about to come I pulled his briefs to his knees to show everyone what he had. He covered me with jets of thick white come. He then gave me a deep, wet kiss and started wiping me off with my jock. He then wiped his cock off and helped me put the jock on over my very wet pubic hair. The guys watching us were just sitting there opened mouthed-no one had even pulled their cocks out, but you could see the bulges. I then put on my shirt and sandals, helped him get zipped and buttoned up and we both went our ways. It must have been one of those nights because usually I am pretty conservative and I don't drink. Not that night, and being what it was, I heard some pretty interesting stories later about two guys getting it on in the loft with a crowd watching. I wore that damp jock to bed that night after I came in it. (And, this is a true story.)

[jockjocker006]

I have a pretty good story, or so I think.

I was at my friends house hanging out and then we started to talk about relationships. I obviously knew he was gay, but he had no idea I was bi. So we're in his room and I ask him what he wants to do in a sexual manner. Then he laughs and I edge my hand towards his pants. He's shocked at first because he always thought I was straight. But then I slowly take off his pants and he's wearing hott tight underwear and I can see his bulge. So I start rubbing it and kissing his cock through his underwear. Once he's fully hard I gave him head. After a while we were just naked and on top of each other. Our cocks rubbing against each other and he was kissing me all over. It felt so great.

[dayne]

Another true story from the gym.

I had finished swimming at the gym and went in to catch a steam and use the sauna. As people came and went I saw one tall young gentleman keeping his towel around him as people came and went. It was obvious that he was enjoying the site of naked and half naked men coming and going from the showers to the steam and the dry heat.

I was in the steam room laying on my back on the lower level when a fellow cam in pumped up from his work out. He had a hairy chest and pubes, no shaving on this guy. (My kind of guy.) The contrast from his skin to the tanline he had was so noticeable that you would have thought he was wearing a white speedo. The thought of what he would have looked like wearing that speedo caused me to start getting hard in nothing flat. The next thing I knew he was standing over me with a nice long thick cock just above my face. As there were few people there and we were in the dark corner I opened my mouth and let him fuck my face. He quickly turned aside and sat down when the tall young fellow came in and sat on the upper level about four feet from us. When it appeared no one else was coming in, there is a glass door, my hunky guy stood up and took off his towel. If he had been hard before, he was at full length now. He stood and turned toward us his cock standing straight up at least eight inches. He looked at the young guy and then at me. I think he was really turned on at just the thought of being watched. I couldn't believe he was being that bold as he took a few steps and put his cock back down my throat. That he would just do what he was doing with this young guy watching not having any idea of how the young one would react put me on the verge of shooting my load. The young guy moved closer to get an even better view. He opened his towel exposing that he was stroking probably a cock two inches bigger than I was sucking. It had to be over 10 inches. I then heard, "lick my balls", from my muscular, hunky guy who had nice big balls to enjoy. The more I sucked and licked his balls, the harder I heard him breathe. Finally, I reached around spread his ass cheeks and started fingering him. Almost immediately I was covered by I can't tell you how many spurts of come as he moaned and his eyes rolled back in to his head. The young guy gasped and started to shoot all over his green towel and me which got me off in a big way. My guy leaned over me and used the hair on my chest to get the rest of his come off his cock and headed for the showers with a big smile on his face. I asked our young observer if he had enjoyed himself. I don't think I have to tell you his answer. He left having watched two exhibitionists having a great time. I am glad there is a hose in the steam room for spraying down the tiled surfaces. I was covered with cum and wouldn't have wanted to walk by the jacuzzi and entrance to the sauna that way. Just as I did a couple of guys came in! One of them commented that hosing down was necessary when the steam room was so hot. He didn't know hot was what he had just missed.

I fantasize about seeing that guy in the speedo that caused that tanline. I have never seen him again. The young guy in his twenties, and I smile when we see each other.

I like to be watched. Doesn't happen often, but when it does I am a happy camper.

[dayne]

Superdoc reminded me of an experience when he said it was quite an experience to wear a jock to work.

When I was quite a bit younger, I decided to bite the bullet and do just that.
I wore a tailored Nino Cerrutti suit with just a regular wide band jock. I got direct looks at my crotch that day which kept me hard most of the day. I also was surprised to get several comments on what a nice ass I had. There were some very forward women where I worked. Later in the day I realized every time I leaned over you could see the straps of my jock through the light weight fabric.

To say I was horny at the end of the day was an understatement. I knew that my bulge in front had been noticed all day. That my ass told a story every time I leaned over all day-which I did a fair amount, made it even worse.

I had a friend whose fantasy had always been to get naked, unzip a man in his business suit, and suck him til he came. This never failed to be a total turn on for him. He was used to find me wearing everything from Brooks Brother's boxers to the newest extreme bikini on the market under my suit. I called him from work and asked him if he was ready to service a horny man and to expect a surprise. He said to get there fast as I could after work :hump .

After work I went straight to his place. When he saw I was wearing a jock under the suit he started dripping precum. A man in a jock was one of his other major turn ons. Normally I only let him unzip and eat my shorts before he took my cock out and feasted on it. That night I let him loosen my belt, unbutton my pants, and drop them to the floor eventually :moon . I got my butt eaten before he turned me and gave me an incredible blow job :blowme . The best part after that was when he looked up at me with cum was dripping from the corner of his mouth. I found out that night he was a great kisser as we shared the taste of me.

I haven't thought of this in years. I am filling my shorts thinking about it.

[matthewmichaelg]

:blowme DAYNE, That story got me so horny I had to take matters into my own hand. Picturing what a guy has on unger his suit is one of my fac=vorite turn on's. Picturing you with that jock on just about had me cumming without even touching my dick. Thanks for a great story. Joe

[dayne]

Joe,

A couple of details I forgot.

He was always naked when he did it. If I came through the door and he was wearing anything, it didn't happen.

He had to bury his face in my crotch and try to figure out what I was wearing before I'd let him do it some of the time. His dick would go from soft to hard as he did it. Usually he was hard as a rock when I came through the door and then I'd let him go straight for the zipper.

If I was really in a funky mood I would go in to the store where he worked ahead of time. He;d stare at my crotch while I was there. Some times I would give him clues as to what I was wearing while I was there. That even went so far as to letting him see what color I was wearing and even the fabric.

Glad you enjoyed the story. ;)

Dayne

[dayne]

[QUOTE=dayne]Joe,

A couple of details I forgot.

He was always naked when he did it. If I came through the door and he was wearing anything, it didn't happen.

He had to bury his face in my crotch and try to figure out what I was wearing before I'd let him do it some of the time. His dick would go from soft to hard as I watched. Usually he was hard as a rock when I came through the door and then I'd let him go straight for the zipper.

If I was really in a funky mood I would go in to the store where he worked ahead of time. He'd stare at my crotch while I was there. Some times I would give him clues as to what I was wearing while I was there. That even went so far as to letting him see what color I was wearing and even the fabric.

Glad you enjoyed the story. ;)

Dayne

[hotrodbobby]

(My First Ever Public Display Adventure Wearing Shaftwear)

On vacation in Ft. Lauderdale, I found a coupon for a free one-day membership and an 8-hour room at the all-male “Club Body Center” in Coral Gables. I went to their website and found that on a certain night of the week, a dungeon Master and one of his slaves conducted bondage demonstrations at a scheduled hour, and having some interest in the subject, I decided to combine sunning and late afternoon swims in their pool with attendance at the demonstration later in the evening.

The afternoon spent around the pool was both relaxing and, at the same time, stimulating. You see, for the first time in my life, I was exhibiting my erect cock and pouched balls publicly, though covered in Shaftwear. This piece of Shaftwear was a lime green G-string, probably better referred to a “P-string” or a “C-String” inasmuch as the frontal coverage was limited to my genitals and the frontal shape was designed as a penis sheath with my balls tucked into the end of it at my groin. I had decided to refer to such a design as SHAFTWEAR. Furthermore, under the P-String, I wore a Tool Tourniquet at the base of my package that I had tied tightly enough that the erection I had when I put it on could not subside. So, I was making a fashion statement of sorts at a place where brief fashions were the norm, but not Shaftwear styles and not worn as I was wearing it! In and out of the water, lying back with the cool breeze on my balls, I simply couldn't do anything but display an erect spectacle. As a result, I had interesting conversations with several of those enjoying the sunshine with me. And a few of those I spoke with decided that tactile communication was in order as well as verbal, right there at poolside. They were not discouraged by yours truly and it was soooooo “stimulating” that, during the course of the afternoon, several trips to the showers were required to wash away the consequences of that stimulation. I was milked dry and drained from the experience; a most satisfying afternoon.

After a nap, darkness, and the dinner hour, the bondage demonstration began. It was performed in a special open air area of the club called The K-Y Corral, where several kinds of bondage equipment were set up. I decided to attend the demo dressed in a black nylon prong-thong, a really tight, manmeat-enhancing piece that, when worn over an erection maintained by a Tool Tourniquet, was almost see-through and looked much like a black condom in front, but was pulled down over my nuts and ran up my ass crevasse to a narrow thong back.

The demo was already underway when I entered the area. As I walked in, my heightened state of arousal was “out-standing” for all to see. My blood-bloated cock swayed and bounced with every step. Numerous guys were standing in reasonable proximity to the event, draped in tented towels. My towel was around my neck since I was “wearing” something. A boi was on his back at the end of a picnic table, his wrists, ankles, balls, and cock strapped up to a winch mounted over the end of the table. And he was being “prepared” for more action as his limbs and body parts were stretched just a little more with the passing of each minute. I wandered around the table to get a look at the action from every angle and to decide where a good place to stand might be. But rather than stand blocking the view of someone behind me, I decided to sit at what I thought would be a good vantage point, straddling the bench attached to the picnic table, about half way down the table from the performers. Within two or three minutes, as I sat there with my highly periscoped prong-thong jutting up from my groin, a truly hot Latin number rolled a condom onto my cock over my Shaftwear and all the way down around my ballsack, pulled off his towel, and sat down like he meant it onto my throbbing bobber. Then he settled down farther until even my bulging balls seem to be entering the cavity above. He just sat there for about 15 seconds, firmly positioned, and I thought he had decided to view the demonstration with the “saddle horn” he’d found buried inside of him. However, once “comfortable” I suppose, he started the rise and fall of a cowboy in heat, accelerating quickly from a trot to a rough-rider’s gallop, engulfing my manhood just as far down onto my balls as he could and letting loose with the yipping calls of a rodeo’s bronco-riding hotdog. I was in ecstasy as was he. Needless to say, the bondage demonstration was placed on hold for a few minutes while all observed me and my rider. In fact, the Master at the demo took off his cowboy hat and put it on the head of my rider who then flung back one arm, grabbed onto his own piece of meat, and rode high and mighty for a minute or so. And then --- and then, “Along Came Jones.” Only he wasn’t slow walkin’ or slow talkin’; he was pumpin’ baby! It was the moment when I sensed the contractions that come with eruptions. However, it was not I that was erupting, but my rider. With my engorged cock buried to the root and squeezed tightly by his anal jaws, he spewed the lava of man as high as his head and onto the forehead, chest, and waist of the guy on the picnic bench who had sat down facing my cowboy as he rode with his back to me. His moans were ones of absolute satiation. Finally his writhing ceased and he rested with me buried inside of him. He twisted his torso around to kiss my cheek, and as he did, the pressure it created in our joined parts brought my volcano close to magma expulsion. But I maintained control of my state, living up to my potential as “Dildo For A Duo.” Very slowly, he lifted himself off of the rod that impaled him. Then he whispered his appreciation in my ear. It was absolutely miraculous that he got off and I didn't. I think that this might have been because I had tied my tool tourniquet so tightly to retain my erection that the feeling in it was just slightly dulled. Anyhow, when he literally slid off of me and my cock was still exhibiting a desire for more, another hot soul quickly rolled a fresh condom onto me and started preparing the two of us with lube to perform a similar ritual. But as my first rider exchanged the hat for his towel and walked away, the room came alive with applause. There were no more riders. The two of us stole away in surrender to exhilaration followed by exhaustion. Yes, I was enthralled and counted this event as "one fantastic fantasy fulfilled."

[hotrodbobby]

My Day At The Beach, September 21, 2005

Well I got in a last trip to the ocean last Wednesday. It was a beautiful day in the mid-eighties. I had business up near New York City, and when it was over at about noon, I high-tailed it down to the nude beach in New Jersey at Sandy Hook. (Where you can see the New York skyline across the bay. It was crystal clear on Wednesday.) Anyhow, I decided to wear my black prong-thong of very thin, but not see-through, material. Underneath of course was my tool tourniquet, keeping my cock from getting flaccid without ever having to touch it. I did not tie it when I was very erect this time, so the erection I maintained was at about two-thirds mast. Even so, my cock strained in its sheath. It was a perfect degree of arousal for the prong-thong because it drooped ever so slightly, yet waved quite a distance from my body when I walked; and it stood pretty upright when I was on my back.
I got a few complimentary comments from men on the beach. No one trying for a pick up or anything. There was just a lot of interest and curiosity on the part of onlookers. The first guy came up to me as I walked toward my beach chair after leaving the water. Looking down at my bobbing black member, he asked, "Where do you buy a swimsuit that looks like THAT?" I told him I bought it online. He said he'd never seen anything like it before, but really liked its appearance. He was nude mind you. He began to rise a bit at the sight of me. And I didn't lack for a little extra excitement myself, having been greeted with a broad smile by this guy. He thanked me for stopping to talk and we parted after he told me, he thought the suit was neat and concluded with the statement, "And you really wear it well." He then walked off, but his parting remark really got my juices flowing and I bobbed especially extended as I returned to my beach chair, a long way from the water. I was on display and the world was watching.
Later, after I made sure the prong was nicely filled, I took a walk down the beach when it was not very populated. I guess I passed about twenty or so guys. My cock bobbed so much that the motion made it feel almost like my manhood was being manipulated apart from my body. It was a glorious sensation and the firmness in my prong-thong remained just right to show it off really well as I strolled down the beach.
When I returned to my chair about 20 minutes later, I stood with my member waving in the breeze as I drank some water, brushed my hair, and lit a cigarette (Yes, the only place I smoke now is on the beach). It was not very long before several guys walked near to get a closer look. THAT was exactly what the first guy said. He said he saw me walking on the beach and at first thought I had a black cock, then realized I was a white guy and that I must have been wearing swimwear which he wanted to get a closer look at. He was very complimentary, indicating he had not seen anyone wearing anything like it before, and how HOT the look was. He asked if it was like a sock. I told him it was more like a prong front with a thong back and that I called it my prong-thong. I told him it would be THE NEXT THING IN MENS SWIMWEAR. He said, "Well it sure is HOT looking and it got his vote. As we talked, he couldn't take his eyes off of it so I twitched things a bit to impress him with the whole concept. He was mesmerized. He commented that now that he was really close to me, he could see that the material was really thin and that he could easily see the outline of the end of my cut cock and some of the veins in it. Then I decided to touch and move it to show him how well it encased my balls too, showing him first the underside where my balls hung nicely in their tight quarters, holding it up to my navel, then pulling it to one side and releasing it, then to the other and releasing it, and finally pushing it down between my legs and letting it spring back up. I think his one-word response was, "Wow." He said he'd heard about "rings; that they help your circulation." I said, "Rings? Do you mean a cock ring?" He said yes and I pointed out that the idea was not to improve circulation, but to restrict it. He didn't ask and I didn't tell him about my cock tie since he couldn't tell that there was anything under the prong-thong, just letting him think I was achieving this continual state of firmness au natural! He thanked me for the closer look and left.
While we talked standing there, I noticed a second guy watching intently, eyes on my groin, especially as I manipulated my stuff. When the first fellow left, he approached a little closer, but still not close enough for us to talk. I gave him the benefit of my profile view for a few seconds, and then turned, walked toward him, and smiled to him hollering a bit to say what a super day we had. He moseyed over closer to me then, and gave me his glowing review of the sight as I had walked down the beach. He said he too had never seen anything like this swimwear, but thought it was an "awesome look." Then he said he thought it was "wonderful" that I was willing to wear it to the beach. Well I said, “It is important to fill it up with ‘wonder’." I told him, "They've got the wonder bra; it’s time for men to show their stuff with a wonder thong that has a prong." I explained that the construction of the suit held my balls together under my cock and kept my cock from drooping very much. He said, the suit appeared to keep my cock nice and "inflated" sort of. I told him that it tended to look that way whenever it bobbed a lot when I walked or someone gave attention to it. I also mentioned that, so far, the nude beach was the only place that I felt comfortable enough to wear it in public because I figured the onlookers would not take offense and in fact might be complimentary and even interested in touching it. I know he got the message. He looked around to see if we had company and was about to touch it when he noticed a guy standing at a distance off to one side who was taking the whole thing in. So he said he might return to talk more and bid me adieu.
The third guy just stood some distance away and watched me lie down and stretch out with prong waving quite a bit in the air. He sat down on his towel and spent the next 20 minutes or so watching my cock intently. He was the only person around, so I gave him a bit of a show. Twitching it every so often like it got a chill or something. Then I would hold a twitch for a few seconds so it would stand up more erect for a couple of seconds. If it started to lose firmness, a just pushed it to one side, then the other until the firmness returned. I took a tight hold of it a few times and tugged hard pulling it away from my body so it would be as extended as much as possible. Eventually, he left without saying anything. And I wondered if he left as wet as I was, my pre-cum now nearly dripping from the bulbous end of my prong-thong. And I thought to myself, "Isn’t this beach in the summertime exciting!" So much so that I'd better take another dip in the ocean to clean off this stickiness at the end of my dick. So I went bobbing down to the water's edge as several pairs of eyes fastened themselves on sightseeing.
In the water, I rubbed the end of my prong-thong ‘til the salt water had washed away any slipperiness. Of course, I rubbed more than that and this got me more excited. I pushed all of the blood build-up at my groin out through my cock tie and into my engorged dick and balls by pressing hard against the root of my genitals. My cock got longer, broader, and harder, so even though I was in cold water, I emerged with the erection that my prong-thong demands if it is going to look wonderful, or be looked at with wonder. And as I made the long trek through the deep sand from the water to my beach chair, my swollen, fabric-covered cock and balls just bounced up and down and bobbed side to side like they had a mind of their own. I have learned that taking large strides while walking through deep sand tends to cause an unusual amount of prick pivoting. At least ten onlookers took note of that and the passing fashion statement I was making. Hard to believe that anyone could make a fashion statement at a NUDE beach!

[hotrodbobby]

My Last New Jersey Beach Day of 2005, Wednesday, October 5

I went to the nude beach again yesterday afternoon. It was our last warm sunny day of the year I'm afraid. Had four guys talk to me about my prong-thong. They either want to know where I got it or to touch it. The first guy just walked by my chair and said "Nice umbrella you've got there." Then, as he asked, "What is it, an elephant type of thing?" he also took gentle hold of it and moved it every which way while he examined it closely. I of course just got harder, so I filled it out rather well during my "physical exam."

Then while walking from the water, one guy said he thought it looked "really nice" and asked where I got it. I told him "On the internet at EBay". Then he said he liked the way it moved when I walked. I told him it was sort of exciting as it moved around. He concluded with the remark that it was "Really a Hot Look".

The third guy walked up to me as we approached each other as I walked the waterline for about 1/2 mile down the very sparsely populated beach. He was a looker, and a touchy, feely sort of guy. The first thing he said was "Are you having fun today?" I don't think he meant it as a question! Then he said it sure looked like I was. He followed that with an invitation to join him in the water. I declined. I had gone in earlier and it was very cold. By the time I took my walk, the breeze had kicked up too. As we stood facing the water, he took hold of me and massaged me good. I mean REAL good. While massaging, he asked if I was a top or bottom. I of course said top and he said that he preferred that too. He also said he didn't think there was any way he could take me without hurting himself. I thanked him for his compliments and told him that his fluffing had been appreciated. He said he didn't really think I needed it, but he needed to give it to me. He said he'd catch up with me later, and we continued walking our separate ways.

The last comment came from a walker who just said "You're toting quite a weapon there." I told him that I liked to keep it covered even at the nude beach. He said that it didn't matter -----The Look was nothing like HE'D ever seen at a beach before. I told him it was the next stage in the evolution of mens' swimwear. In a decade, there will be quite a few men on the beach wearing a prong-thong, filled out to varying degrees. He said they should all look like mine and we parted.

So you see, my 'phallic phunwear' is quite an ice-breaker and draws an interesting variety of talkers. Some with sex on their mind, some with a touch on their agenda, some having a fascination with swimwear, and some just with a lot of curiosity when they see something new.

[buttbuster]

RODDY...........I've told you be fore, and I'll tell you again, toung-in-cheek.......YOUR A DIRTY OLD MAN...........and I love you for it... :hump :hump :hump

[speedo42]

I knew it was going to be a good year. It was New Year’s Day. The night had been nice. I woke up feeling energetic and hopeful. I had woken up early and, running along the beach in just my white speedos, felt like I was the first person to experience this year’s sun on my near naked body.

This thought made my cock stiffen slightly. It felt good, slightly hard, bouncing in my pouch with each pace along the nearly deserted beach. The blood pulsing through my veins gave me a confidence that I don’t normally feel. I needed to feel even freer. I stopped on the sand and rummaged through my bum bag.

My hands touched on the silky fabric that I knew was my briefest, most revealing pouch. I could feel the head of my cock straining against my speedos as I pulled out the tiniest of my g-strings. It was pale green, old and worn, the fabric barely there. I could see my fingers through the fragile mesh pouch.

Knowing that the beach was deserted, I lifted the pouch of my tiny string to my face and breathed in the musky smell of my previously spent sweat, pre-cum and cum from the last time the fabric had caressed my cock and balls.

I pulled off my white speedos and, standing naked on that beach in the early morning, with my hard cock’s first drop of salty juice leaking from my tip, I pulled the sheer fabric up my legs and let the tight pouch enclose my balls and my straining erection.

It was like a mouth had enclosed itself around me. I looked down. The light green fabric was a nearly invisible sheath around my cock and balls, but tight enough to push my straining package away from my body and cast its own shadow on the golden sand.

I had to stop my hand from caressing my tightly bound green package because I knew one touch would release a stream of hot, white man juice from the tip of my quivering cock. I wanted to savor this feeling.

I stuffed my white speedos into my bag and tossed it onto the sand. I continued jogging along the beach. The feeling was exquisite as each step made my straining green pouch bounce up and down and from side to side while the tiny string rubbed up and down, caressing my cheeks .

I had to concentrate on the scenery of the pristine beach around me to stop my pounding balls from releasing their juice through my impossibly stiff member and into my pouch.

The sun was beating down on my body and I could feel the sweat running down my chest and mixing with the man juice leaking out of my cock and onto the sheer fabric of my pouch. I needed to cool down. I dived into the frothing foam of the breaking waves.

The foaming water was like a hundred hands touching and caressing my tightly bound pouch. I lay back and closed my eyes, letting the water play between my legs.

An exceptionally large wave woke me from my reverie and, looking up to the sand, I realized that I’d drifted a long way down the beach. Gathering my senses, I made my way out of the water and started making my way back to where I’d left my bag.

In the distance I could see a figure sitting on the sand. Normally, this would have made me self conscious but my cock was still hard and straining against my wet green thong pouch. Every step made my cock caress the sheer, wet, green fabric. But I needed to get back to my bag, as my keys and wallet were there too.

As I got closer, I saw that the figure was a man. He was sitting on the sand, close to where my bag was. He wasn’t looking in my direction and I could see that he was holding something to his face. As I approached, I realized that he was holding my white speedos.

As I got closer, he looked in my direction. He looked surprised but I noticed that he still held my white speedos in his hand. Although I felt naked in my sheer green string with my erection pounding against the flimsy see through fabric, I knew that I had to confront him.

As I approached I saw that he was also wearing a g-string. It was pale pink and, from what I could see, was as well worn as mine.

‘I think those speedos are mine’ I said with a bravado that I didn’t feel.

He looked at me, half smiling and told me that he’d seen my bag on the deserted beach and was looking for some kind of ID so that he could return it to its owner.

‘Well, I don’t normally sew my name into my speedos’ I replied, feeling ridiculous because my hard cock was still straining at my pouch.

‘I’m sorry’, he replied leaning back and revealing an impossibly large, stiff cock enclosed in the see through pink fabric of his pouch, ‘I can’t resist white speedos’. My cock gave an involuntary lurch at these words. He noticed and that half smile became a look of full on amusement.

‘I see you like things to be brief, too’. He said this as his eyes honed in on my pouch that was, by this time becoming a dark green patch of pre-cum. My hand went involuntarily to my pouch and I caressed my cock and balls as I replied that I like the feel.

His hand reached up and cupped my pouch and he replied ‘I like the feel, too’. My whole body shivered as he grasped my pouch clad balls in his hand and started to caress them.

My legs parted as he reached to the back and started sliding the string up and down the crack of my butt cheeks. It felt so good. I leaned forward. The tip of my leaking pouch was inches from his mouth. As his finger played with the rim of my tight hole, his tongue started licking the dark green patch of man juice on my wet, green pouch. I leaned forward, moaning. He pulled away and stood. As he did, I had a chance to admire his perfectly toned, brown body but my eyes were drawn to his beautiful, straining pink pouch. As he thrust his tongue into my mouth, I could feel his straining cockpouch against mine.

He turned me around and I could feel his bulge pushing against my butt, exploring my pouting man hole. As his hands reached around to cover my wet, precum filled pouch, I could feel the tip of his beautiful, stiff cock at the entrance to my hole. Gently, he slid the tip of his moist cock in and began sliding his huge shaft in and out while massaging my pouch.

As he held me harder, his balls pounded my cheeks. I could feel his hard, sweating body against my back as he moaned, sliding his hard man shaft in and out of my hole. I was trying to hold my load in but he pulled down hard on my pouch as he pushed in one last time. I felt my balls release their load into my sweaty green pouch and into his hand as his cock spurted hot, white juice into me.

He gently pulled out and turned me around. We were both wet with sweat as he held me to him and kissed me again. Gently, he slid my dripping wet, green thong down my legs. I stepped out of them. He held them to his face, sniffed and groaned. ‘May I keep these?’ I felt weak and could only nod.

He walked down the beach, holding my thong to his face.

I knew it was going to be a good year.

[tangaboy]

whew what a story, how i would like to met yo in a club with thatstring on :blowme

[gil_vh]

A few months ago, I injured my foot running. I went to see my usual doctor, but he could not pinpoint the problem, and advised me to get a scan of the foot.
So a few weeks later, I went to the local hospital, and was admitted in a small changing room next to the scanner room.
And then, a nurse knocked on the door on the scanner room side, and told me to undress to my undies. I never thought one needs to undress to get a scan of the foot, but YES, this turned out to be a strict rule!
I'm a thong fanatic, and I always wear micro size thongs (Dore's my favorite!) as underwear. I just love the way how these grip my cock and balls and push them out in full display. And that was exactly what I was wearing under my jeans that day in the changing room....
There was no way back for me now, so I undressed and sat down on the little chair, now only wearing a Dore burgundy 3D string, by now well stretched by the exitement t the thought of actually having to show myself to the complete scanner staff any moment now.
ns then the nurse called me in. The surprise in her eyes when she saw me walking out in my bulging thong made me even bigger! Without a word, she led me through an array of machines to a giant scanner and made me lie down on my belly. By now at least 6 people has seen me passing by. While lying down, I could see though the window of the control room, and saw more and more people come in into the control room, with very interested looks on their face. And strange enough, after a while, the nurse came back and turned me round on the back. The control room was full now, as was the straining 3
D pouch now. After a few more minutes, the show was over, and the nurse, smiling now, escorted me back to the changing room. When we arrived at the door, she said goodbye, and that she liked my underwear. Maybe I would need more photos soon?
This story really happened, and I can tell you that while I enjoyed the experience, the memory of that chill that came over me when I was told to undress is stil vivid!
Hope you enjoyed this story.