AshkeJ
12-11-2004, 08:08 AM
One of my older brothers plays in a rugby team, and one of his team-mates is a guy named Phil. My bro also works with Phil, and his girlfriend (Phil's, not my brother's) is a close friend of mine.
Anyway, Phil is a bit of a hottie. Like I said, he plays rugby, plays tennis, and used to be in the Army. You can imagine the physique this blond guy has. Not only is his body pretty damn hot, everything about him makes you just pant. You know the kind of guy - ready smile, really kind and sweet. The guy you'd love to hate, you know?
Well a while ago he asked me to stay at his house to look after his dogs for 4 days whilst he and his girlfriend went away on holiday. No problems there! I mean, 4 days in his HUGE house, nothing to do all day but hunt through his stuff for his porn collection and any decent underwear he might have (I love stealing underwear from pretty much anyone if they're hot!).
Unfortunately I didn't find any decent underwear (he only wears baggy boxers, and pretty crap ones at that), but the first night when I was about to feed his dogs I did find something else.
I was in their utility room and I noticed a heap of dirty laundry on the floor, which looked very much like a rugby jersey and shorts. I couldn't help but think that if he'd dumped his kit there, then maybe the undies he'd worn in the match would be there too. And he couldn't have worn his usual baggy boxers in the match as they would show under his shorts (they aren't the sexy tight shiny rugby shorts, btw, these are the short, thick cotton ones - bleurgh), so maybe I'd get lucky and he'd have a nice pair of bikini briefs or something.
However, what I found was even better! Under his jersey was a pair of black lycra shorts. Not the cycling ones with the padded crotch, but the proper simple sporting ones. Oh man. I rushed through with the dog food and then came back and grabbed them.
I knew he'd worn them because they smelt so deliciously of sweat. He couldn't have worn underwear under them. Immediately I stripped off my jeans and my own briefs and slipped them on. The tightness as they gripped my thighs as I pulled them up was so fantastic. Soon the cool blackness was encasing my cock, balls and ass. My growing cock felt so great in them, and I had to stroke myself for a bit.
Realising that I could have much more fun upstairs, I ran up to his bedroom and leapt onto the bed. I took off my t-shirt and turned my head so I could see myself in the mirror that stretched across one wall of his room. I looked so hot wearing just his shorts, my hard cock straining under the shiny black clinging fabric.
Whilst I watched my reflection, I wanked off, thinking of Phil in these shorts after he'd got home from the match, all sweaty, his bollocks soaked in his scent, his ass crack shining, his cock semi-hard. It wasn't long before I shot a huge load into the shorts, feeling my own juice spill down my cock and onto my balls. I looked down to see the large white blob that had seeped through the fabric.
Damn, that was so fucking horny! For the next 3 days I don't think I took those shorts off, and I wanked into them several times a day.
I packed them up when I left, too. I figured that if he couldn't find them again he'd think he'd left them in the changing room! I mean, he couldn't launch on me in the pub and accuse me of underwear theft, now could he???
(I still wear the shorts a lot, and they haven't been washed yet. I have them on now, and I'm pretty damn hard remembering it. Maybe I should just go and finish the job. Again.)
Anyway, Phil is a bit of a hottie. Like I said, he plays rugby, plays tennis, and used to be in the Army. You can imagine the physique this blond guy has. Not only is his body pretty damn hot, everything about him makes you just pant. You know the kind of guy - ready smile, really kind and sweet. The guy you'd love to hate, you know?
Well a while ago he asked me to stay at his house to look after his dogs for 4 days whilst he and his girlfriend went away on holiday. No problems there! I mean, 4 days in his HUGE house, nothing to do all day but hunt through his stuff for his porn collection and any decent underwear he might have (I love stealing underwear from pretty much anyone if they're hot!).
Unfortunately I didn't find any decent underwear (he only wears baggy boxers, and pretty crap ones at that), but the first night when I was about to feed his dogs I did find something else.
I was in their utility room and I noticed a heap of dirty laundry on the floor, which looked very much like a rugby jersey and shorts. I couldn't help but think that if he'd dumped his kit there, then maybe the undies he'd worn in the match would be there too. And he couldn't have worn his usual baggy boxers in the match as they would show under his shorts (they aren't the sexy tight shiny rugby shorts, btw, these are the short, thick cotton ones - bleurgh), so maybe I'd get lucky and he'd have a nice pair of bikini briefs or something.
However, what I found was even better! Under his jersey was a pair of black lycra shorts. Not the cycling ones with the padded crotch, but the proper simple sporting ones. Oh man. I rushed through with the dog food and then came back and grabbed them.
I knew he'd worn them because they smelt so deliciously of sweat. He couldn't have worn underwear under them. Immediately I stripped off my jeans and my own briefs and slipped them on. The tightness as they gripped my thighs as I pulled them up was so fantastic. Soon the cool blackness was encasing my cock, balls and ass. My growing cock felt so great in them, and I had to stroke myself for a bit.
Realising that I could have much more fun upstairs, I ran up to his bedroom and leapt onto the bed. I took off my t-shirt and turned my head so I could see myself in the mirror that stretched across one wall of his room. I looked so hot wearing just his shorts, my hard cock straining under the shiny black clinging fabric.
Whilst I watched my reflection, I wanked off, thinking of Phil in these shorts after he'd got home from the match, all sweaty, his bollocks soaked in his scent, his ass crack shining, his cock semi-hard. It wasn't long before I shot a huge load into the shorts, feeling my own juice spill down my cock and onto my balls. I looked down to see the large white blob that had seeped through the fabric.
Damn, that was so fucking horny! For the next 3 days I don't think I took those shorts off, and I wanked into them several times a day.
I packed them up when I left, too. I figured that if he couldn't find them again he'd think he'd left them in the changing room! I mean, he couldn't launch on me in the pub and accuse me of underwear theft, now could he???
(I still wear the shorts a lot, and they haven't been washed yet. I have them on now, and I'm pretty damn hard remembering it. Maybe I should just go and finish the job. Again.)