tightie
06-12-2004, 02:40 PM
Sharing a recent experience, which still gives me a hard on at night! My apologies in advance, I have a tendency to tell loooong stories.
My "friend" Tom is about 6'2", with a swimmer's build, lean muscled, runs a lot and has one of the best looking legs I've seen. I'm a leg and ass man, so I always try to get him in situations where he shows off his best assets. Naughty as I can be sometimes, I called him a couple of nights back asking him to meet me at Macy's after work since I wanted to do some shopping. He said he would be late; for me to go ahead and that he'd see me there. We agreed to meet, where else, but at the underwear section of the store.
I really didn't like anything I saw at the store, and decided to hang around the skivvies waiting for Tom. I've always liked 2Xist and had not bought their microfibre pouch, and was fingering the merchandise when Tom startled me from behind: saying "there you go again with your fetish!". I told him to shush because there were people around. I poked him hard on the stomach which made it worse, because he yelped and that attracted some attention from the other nearby shoppers. Tom has always been a bit ticklish and I knew where his soft spots are. I said, quite defensively: "It's not a fetish, fool, it's an obsession." He snickered, and I thought to get back at him some time for that remark.
Anyway--he was hungry and was not interested in doing any shopping, so we decided to go to a small bistro for din-din. When we finished, I told him I wanted to check out one of my favorite underwear shop a couple of blocks down, because I always found their stuff to be sexier and better priced than Macy's when they were on sale. We walked briskly to the store, clutching our jackets tightly as the wind had started picking up, and the temperature had dropped to make the evening nippy but nice.
We reached the store and Tom just stood like a dork near the entrance while I started combing through their underwear and swimwear selection. I spied a couple of Jocko squarecut swimwear for a drop dead price of $19.95 less another 20% (great deal!), then some RIPS skivvies and (allelujah!) 2Xist and Unico in the sale bin. I went crazy and picked up 5 assorted items while Tom cooled his heels by the door. He snickered again as I showed my purchase at the counter, with that knowing look on his impish face that said: "hah-fetish!". I knew then that I had to make him pay that night.
We got our collective asses home, with me enduring occasional jabs from Tom about building a separate wing to put all my underwear in, which he called the "jockey museum wing". He actually thought he was pretty funny, the lovable nut. We finally got home, and he rushed to the bathroom to take a leak since he'd been holding it back since we were at the store. When he came out, I told him I wanted his opinion as to how I looked in the new skivvies. I had bought a couple of RIPS boxer briefs, a couple of Unico thongs, and an HOM Freddie red thong. He indulged me by propping himself up imperiously on the bed and watched me as I go into the bathroom to change. I was a bit horny by this time, and wanted to take a quick shower to cool myself down before I started the "modeling" bit.
Tom is yelling from the bedroom that I didn't need to shower but I told him to wait as I had a surprise. I toweled off quickly and put some bath oil all over me to make me look slick and shiny. I put on the RIPS BB's and stepped out into the bedroom. Tom was unimpressed, and just says "it looks like your other stuff". Just for that remark, I jumped on top of him and started messing him up badly by dripping water and oil on him. He yowled and got off the bed, saying he now needed to jump into the shower to wash off the oily mess. He quickly took off his clothes and as I give him a bad rendition of a Gypsy strip song-- he gamely did an awkward strip on his way to the bath; taking his clothes off one piece at a time. He even stopped briefly when he got to his BB's and peeled them off slowly, playing hide and seek with his bits just to tease me bad. By the time he's done, I'm almost ready to pop in my BB's in anticipation of the next step in my quickly made plan.
He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and before he could say anything, I told him in my sweetest voice to try on one of my purchases. Tom and I share some clothes and while he is slightly taller than I am, we wear similar sizes, so he can fit in most of my things. He was reluctant at first but I promised to give him a great massage if he would try any single item on. He agreed finally because he knows I give the best massages this side of the universe. :p
Predictably, he went for the other pair of BB's, which I knew would be too tight for him. That left him with the thongs which he really does not like to wear. But I told him a deal is a deal. So--he told me to pick the one I wanted to see him in. I pointed out the HOM red thong since that was the skimpiest of the lot. He gave me a knowing look as he put them on. By this time--I have got the biggest woody ever as Tom's ass and muscular thighs looked sizzling hot with the red thong. He wiggled his ass in front of me saying how this was how an undie modeling was correctly done. I launched into another strip song and started stuffing whatever was around the bed -receipts and gas bills -- into the skimpy thong while he grinded his Ivory- smelling ass close to my face. He suddenly grabbed at my swollen cock while he was doing this bad imitation of a lap dance (the nut can't dance to save his life :confused: ) as I pulled him down on the bed and we started wrestling. I of course had the upper hand since I was still slick from the body oil and he had a hard time getting a good hold of me. I kept slipping away and finally had him pinned down on his back while I straddled him. He bucked uselessly to try to get me off of him, but he was not getting me off that way! :D
I knelt on the bed while holding him down. My ass is now sitting right on top of his now erect cock, which formed a nice round, fat pouch inside the HOM thong. I started grinding my ass purposely and he protested, saying how unfair it was that I oiled up and he was not. But by the sweat that started forming on his forehead and the slow steady warmth that rose up from his body, I didn't think he minded my being in the superior position that much. Of course I wasn't done with him just yet - as I suddenly started tickling him mercilessly, starting with his armpits, then quickly down to his ribs. He doubled up as he started giggling, then laughing loudly, telling me to stop. By this time, the bed is a royal mess, as the sheets have been pulled off the sides, and the pillows were all over the bed and floor. During a weak moment when he lulled me into a mindless conversation, He finally was able to get me off him while he squirming under me. He got me on my stomach, flat on the bed, holding both my hands above me while he straddled me with his full weight on my lower back. He now had a firm hold on me with the oil wiped off to take away any of my previous advantage.
By this time, I think we'd been horsing around for about 20-30 minutes, and I was bone tired, but still hard. We're both panting hard, and sweating. He loosened his grip on my outstretched hands and I rolled around on my back to face him. I looked down and see his full hard on, deliciously encased in the red thong, sitting contentedly on top of my stomach. I distended my tummy up and down, smiling to see his fat pouch rise up and down in time with my breathing. I rubbed his cock slowly, feeling it throb harder, as I slid down to suck bis balls through the red fabric. It was so sensuous as my teeth bit softly at his hard shaft, while I inhaled his soapy scent, now mingled lightly with his musky sweat. I let my tongue follow the trail of the string of the thong back, slowly around the area between his balls and asshole, and then back up in front where my tongue played with the tip of his cock, still through the fabric which I think created some pleasant friction for him as I heard him sigh softly while he grinded his hips slowly, a breath away from my face. My head is encased in this wonderful warm area; bounded on all sides by his lean muscular thighs and his cock and balls stretching against the red thong. I looked up at Tom, to see this crooked grin on his face, and maybe it was the light or the shadow falling softly on the angles of his face--but I thought he was the loveliest man I had ever seen at that moment. He slid down down and gave me a long, wet, and warm kiss and then the softest hug. By then, we both knew what we wanted and what followed was one of the best sex I've had in a while (for purposes of keeping this clean, details have been left out... :o ).
Anyway--when we were done cleaning up, I whispered to him that he looked great in the thong and that from here on--he was going to wear one for me. He whispers back to me saying: "No. But you know, I still have to get that massage I was promised". As usual--Tom always has the last word. But a deal is a deal. ;) ;)
My "friend" Tom is about 6'2", with a swimmer's build, lean muscled, runs a lot and has one of the best looking legs I've seen. I'm a leg and ass man, so I always try to get him in situations where he shows off his best assets. Naughty as I can be sometimes, I called him a couple of nights back asking him to meet me at Macy's after work since I wanted to do some shopping. He said he would be late; for me to go ahead and that he'd see me there. We agreed to meet, where else, but at the underwear section of the store.
I really didn't like anything I saw at the store, and decided to hang around the skivvies waiting for Tom. I've always liked 2Xist and had not bought their microfibre pouch, and was fingering the merchandise when Tom startled me from behind: saying "there you go again with your fetish!". I told him to shush because there were people around. I poked him hard on the stomach which made it worse, because he yelped and that attracted some attention from the other nearby shoppers. Tom has always been a bit ticklish and I knew where his soft spots are. I said, quite defensively: "It's not a fetish, fool, it's an obsession." He snickered, and I thought to get back at him some time for that remark.
Anyway--he was hungry and was not interested in doing any shopping, so we decided to go to a small bistro for din-din. When we finished, I told him I wanted to check out one of my favorite underwear shop a couple of blocks down, because I always found their stuff to be sexier and better priced than Macy's when they were on sale. We walked briskly to the store, clutching our jackets tightly as the wind had started picking up, and the temperature had dropped to make the evening nippy but nice.
We reached the store and Tom just stood like a dork near the entrance while I started combing through their underwear and swimwear selection. I spied a couple of Jocko squarecut swimwear for a drop dead price of $19.95 less another 20% (great deal!), then some RIPS skivvies and (allelujah!) 2Xist and Unico in the sale bin. I went crazy and picked up 5 assorted items while Tom cooled his heels by the door. He snickered again as I showed my purchase at the counter, with that knowing look on his impish face that said: "hah-fetish!". I knew then that I had to make him pay that night.
We got our collective asses home, with me enduring occasional jabs from Tom about building a separate wing to put all my underwear in, which he called the "jockey museum wing". He actually thought he was pretty funny, the lovable nut. We finally got home, and he rushed to the bathroom to take a leak since he'd been holding it back since we were at the store. When he came out, I told him I wanted his opinion as to how I looked in the new skivvies. I had bought a couple of RIPS boxer briefs, a couple of Unico thongs, and an HOM Freddie red thong. He indulged me by propping himself up imperiously on the bed and watched me as I go into the bathroom to change. I was a bit horny by this time, and wanted to take a quick shower to cool myself down before I started the "modeling" bit.
Tom is yelling from the bedroom that I didn't need to shower but I told him to wait as I had a surprise. I toweled off quickly and put some bath oil all over me to make me look slick and shiny. I put on the RIPS BB's and stepped out into the bedroom. Tom was unimpressed, and just says "it looks like your other stuff". Just for that remark, I jumped on top of him and started messing him up badly by dripping water and oil on him. He yowled and got off the bed, saying he now needed to jump into the shower to wash off the oily mess. He quickly took off his clothes and as I give him a bad rendition of a Gypsy strip song-- he gamely did an awkward strip on his way to the bath; taking his clothes off one piece at a time. He even stopped briefly when he got to his BB's and peeled them off slowly, playing hide and seek with his bits just to tease me bad. By the time he's done, I'm almost ready to pop in my BB's in anticipation of the next step in my quickly made plan.
He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and before he could say anything, I told him in my sweetest voice to try on one of my purchases. Tom and I share some clothes and while he is slightly taller than I am, we wear similar sizes, so he can fit in most of my things. He was reluctant at first but I promised to give him a great massage if he would try any single item on. He agreed finally because he knows I give the best massages this side of the universe. :p
Predictably, he went for the other pair of BB's, which I knew would be too tight for him. That left him with the thongs which he really does not like to wear. But I told him a deal is a deal. So--he told me to pick the one I wanted to see him in. I pointed out the HOM red thong since that was the skimpiest of the lot. He gave me a knowing look as he put them on. By this time--I have got the biggest woody ever as Tom's ass and muscular thighs looked sizzling hot with the red thong. He wiggled his ass in front of me saying how this was how an undie modeling was correctly done. I launched into another strip song and started stuffing whatever was around the bed -receipts and gas bills -- into the skimpy thong while he grinded his Ivory- smelling ass close to my face. He suddenly grabbed at my swollen cock while he was doing this bad imitation of a lap dance (the nut can't dance to save his life :confused: ) as I pulled him down on the bed and we started wrestling. I of course had the upper hand since I was still slick from the body oil and he had a hard time getting a good hold of me. I kept slipping away and finally had him pinned down on his back while I straddled him. He bucked uselessly to try to get me off of him, but he was not getting me off that way! :D
I knelt on the bed while holding him down. My ass is now sitting right on top of his now erect cock, which formed a nice round, fat pouch inside the HOM thong. I started grinding my ass purposely and he protested, saying how unfair it was that I oiled up and he was not. But by the sweat that started forming on his forehead and the slow steady warmth that rose up from his body, I didn't think he minded my being in the superior position that much. Of course I wasn't done with him just yet - as I suddenly started tickling him mercilessly, starting with his armpits, then quickly down to his ribs. He doubled up as he started giggling, then laughing loudly, telling me to stop. By this time, the bed is a royal mess, as the sheets have been pulled off the sides, and the pillows were all over the bed and floor. During a weak moment when he lulled me into a mindless conversation, He finally was able to get me off him while he squirming under me. He got me on my stomach, flat on the bed, holding both my hands above me while he straddled me with his full weight on my lower back. He now had a firm hold on me with the oil wiped off to take away any of my previous advantage.
By this time, I think we'd been horsing around for about 20-30 minutes, and I was bone tired, but still hard. We're both panting hard, and sweating. He loosened his grip on my outstretched hands and I rolled around on my back to face him. I looked down and see his full hard on, deliciously encased in the red thong, sitting contentedly on top of my stomach. I distended my tummy up and down, smiling to see his fat pouch rise up and down in time with my breathing. I rubbed his cock slowly, feeling it throb harder, as I slid down to suck bis balls through the red fabric. It was so sensuous as my teeth bit softly at his hard shaft, while I inhaled his soapy scent, now mingled lightly with his musky sweat. I let my tongue follow the trail of the string of the thong back, slowly around the area between his balls and asshole, and then back up in front where my tongue played with the tip of his cock, still through the fabric which I think created some pleasant friction for him as I heard him sigh softly while he grinded his hips slowly, a breath away from my face. My head is encased in this wonderful warm area; bounded on all sides by his lean muscular thighs and his cock and balls stretching against the red thong. I looked up at Tom, to see this crooked grin on his face, and maybe it was the light or the shadow falling softly on the angles of his face--but I thought he was the loveliest man I had ever seen at that moment. He slid down down and gave me a long, wet, and warm kiss and then the softest hug. By then, we both knew what we wanted and what followed was one of the best sex I've had in a while (for purposes of keeping this clean, details have been left out... :o ).
Anyway--when we were done cleaning up, I whispered to him that he looked great in the thong and that from here on--he was going to wear one for me. He whispers back to me saying: "No. But you know, I still have to get that massage I was promised". As usual--Tom always has the last word. But a deal is a deal. ;) ;)