Briefs Buddy Part 1
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A few moments luxuriating in the scents of sex, the caressive feel of briefs on cock and the euphoria of orgasmic explosion were all that Dave allowed himself. He always enjoyed his sex - what guy doesn't? - but this time had been exceptional. He knew that it was the supremely satisfying sensation of Matt's Calvins on his face, up his nostrils, in his eyes, in his ears and most of all in his mouth that had brought him off like this and he was grateful - grateful to the lad who had been thoughtful enough to give him this generous present, who had filled his briefs with all the lusty and lustful man smells of youth, and who by now was beginning to exert a powerful fascination over Dave's mind.
As always, Dave was invigorated by sex, and he got up quickly from the bed and gathered up the briefs strewn across it. Most of them, including the Jockeys he had been wearing before, he put in a pile beside the bed. He stripped off his spunk-laden M&S bikinis and left them separate from the others, whilst the precious gift, Matt's Calvins, he removed from his head, taking one last deep and satisfying breath, and put them on a bedside cabinet.
He didn't always mind letting his cum dry on his body, but after a hard day's work outdoors in the heat, and a pretty intense session with his briefs, he thought he should clean up. Also, he had a life to lead and bills to pay - he could not always be indulging in sex, however tempting the prospect.
He showered rapidly, enjoying the feel of the hot water on his body and taking care to wash under his foreskin. Lifting the shower head from its hook, he sprayed it fiercely on his balls, which he always found made them squirm around inside his nutsack, a feeling he loved. Then a quick towel dry, and back to the bedroom.
Most days the choice of underwear was one of Dave's most important and difficult decisions but this time there was no contest. Matt's Calvins were on in less time than it took Jack Wrangler's spunk to hit the dashboard in Kansas City Trucking. His cock stirred as the soft cotton of the Calvins enveloped it but once again, and with some effort, Dave repressed his desires. He swiftly pulled on some white socks and trainers, found a clean t- shirt, this time without a sexy message, and headed off downstairs.
It was late afternoon which Dave reckoned gave him just enough time to finish work on the cabinet. He'd already prepared the doors to the right size but they needed some final rubbing down, and then to be fixed in place. It was now cool enough to work outside again so he set to, enjoying once more the feel of the breeze around his cock as he strode out in his briefs. The task was straightforward, and he was happy to get on with it, fixing hinges carefully in place and finally giving the cabinet it's first coat of varnish. After pausing to admire his handiwork, the lad carried the piece of furniture into the garage to dry off, then gathered up his tools, locked them away, and shifted his mobile workbench back inside.
Feeling hungry after all his exertions, he fixed himself something to eat and then realised it was already 6.30p.m. - at least half an hour after he'd planned to phone Steve. At any rate, he did so now and was pleased when Steve picked up immediately.
"Hi, mate, how're you doing? "
"Just great" came back the cheery reply. One of the most endearing things about Steve was his relentless cheerfulness. Steve was like a sex-starved guy who suddenly found himself in a gay sauna – life could never be better than it was right now. Whatever shit was thrown at him, Steve would keep on smiling.
"What are you up to tonight?"
"Just on my way back from a job in Edgbaston. I'll be back in five minutes. Fancy a beer?"
"Sure would - see you in ten."
Dave found a pair of old and very well worn Levis, took off his trainers and put the Levis on over Matt's briefs. He reckoned that if he had to cover his briefs, the next most arousing thing was a pair of old blue jeans, so it wasn't as bad as it might have been. Trainers back on, he got his bike out of the garage, locked up and rode off. Steve's flat was in Stirchley, Dave's house in Kings Heath, so in ten minutes, as promised, he was there.
Steve was Dave's best mate, and had been for five years now. They were both the same age, 26, and had met doing a big kitchen job at a posh house in Harborne. Dave was newly qualified as a carpenter, Steve as an electrician and it was the first time either of them had flown solo, working for themselves. It was a good experience, since the whole team worked well together and there was lots of great banter. Dave had lost count of the times he had been told to suck someone or other's dick, or kiss their arse, because he'd asked them to move out of the way or do something that didn't suit them right then. Not a great punishment, all things considered, especially if it was a fit young lad who said it, but he kept that thought to himself. The foreman, Rob, had pulled everyone along and in particular had taken a fatherly interest in Steve and Dave, and made sure the other guys didn't take advantage.
Almost from the start Steve had sensed that Dave was gay and vice versa. It was partly that instinct most gay guys seem to have - the gaydar thing - and partly the obviously approving looks which each gave the other on first meeting. Both were strong, masculine types with bodies well-honed in the gym and both were attracted to those characteristics in a man. Each, privately, thought they wanted to know the other better and were pleased when the rest of the crew went off to the pub for lunch. They had brought sandwiches and said they would eat them in the garden. After some fairly careful tiptoeing round areas of personal interest, in which girls, or rather the lack of them in their lives, featured clearly, they inched closer to an understanding. Dave laughed himself silly at Steve's jokes and warmed to the sheer optimism and positivity of the man. He asked Steve if he'd like a drink that night, and ended up at Steve's flat and in his bed.
So that was how it had started. The lads had bonded closely, attending the same gym, following the same sports, finding a group of friends in common and just generally loving one another's company. Oh, and the sex was pretty good too.
Both lads would describe themselves as versatile when it came to sex. Sucking cock, wanking one another off, rimming - they were up for the lot but most of all they loved to fuck the hell out of one another. They didn't mind whether they topped or bottomed, so long as they could fuck. Fuck buddies. They soon realised that was what they were.
After a few sessions, Dave had broached the subject of briefs and his passionate love of them. Steve, like most gay guys, loved to see good looking men in their underwear and recognised where Dave was coming from, but he didn't share Dave's out and out fixation. Yet he was broad minded and was more than happy to help Dave out. So he was glad to offer his briefs to add to Dave's sexual pleasure. And they set up a system of swaps - Steve would wear a pair for two or three days, and swap them for a clean pair from Dave. Wearing Steve's briefs, and using them as the centrepiece of his solo sex sessions, gave Dave a great kick. He felt very lucky to have such an incredible mate.
As he rang the bell, Dave wondered what would be on the agenda tonight apart from the beer. Not that he needed to think hard. His dick was doing the thinking for him, as it strained at Matt's Calvins inside his jeans. Once inside the flat, the two guys kissed passionately and let their tongues explore the now well known recesses of their mouths. Steve was already stripped to his briefs - white Jockey ys, Dave noted approvingly. He'd be taking them home later. Dave stripped off too – his jeans came off as fast as Chad Python’s horse-dick going up a bum in a Chi Chi LaRue movie.
Steve gave Dave a can of lager and the two mates sat for a while drinking and talking. Their briefs were tented like fucking marquees, but they hadn’t seen one another for a few days and Dave in particular had something to get off his tits. He told Steve all about Matt, ending up with the gift and how he’d used it. Dave was well endowed, but pulling the Calvins down his legs just a bit, he showed Steve the outline of the pouch that Matt’s cock had made.
“Fuckin’ hell, mate” Steve drooled “is he a man or a friggin’ gorilla? With balls as big as that we could have a bath in his spunk. Supposed to be good for the complexion, or so I’ve heard.”
Dave chuckled and said Matt was certainly horse-hung but he hadn’t had the chance to measure his cum-load. Perhaps tomorrow. Both lads agreed that Dave would have to introduce Steve and Matt ASAP – and they had other friends who’d love to meet a 20 year old blond god who, on the evidence of the briefs pouch, could let you blow him by sticking his cock up your arse and letting it come out the other end. But first Dave had to let Matt come out to him, and he would not be rushed. Meanwhile, their thoughts turned to more pressing matters.
“I need a fuck real bad” said Steve.” I haven’t cum for two whole days and my bollocks feel like medicine balls, they’ve got so much spunk in them.”
“Fine by me” said Dave as he moved across and fondled Steve’s package through his Jockeys. Steve responded and the lads locked themselves in a passionate frenzy of hands squeezing and manipulating cocks through briefs as they embraced. Eventually they moved to the bedroom where Steve handed Dave a thong which they kept specially for their fuck sessions. If Steve was topping, knowing how important the briefs element of sex was to Dave, he gave him the thong so his dick could go up Dave’s arse unimpeded by the arse panel of conventional briefs. Yet Dave’s cock was still inside the thong pouch which was just how he liked it.
Whilst Dave removed the Calvins and put on the thong, Steve slipped a DVD into the recorder which was connected to a big wall-mounted TV screen. It was “London Cum Pigs” – one of their all-time favourites. The two mates had had many a chat about preferred porn and knew what they liked. They tended to go for British stuff because the models were more realistic – i.e. people you could easily meet on the street – and usually there was no music in the background. Who ever fucks to music? they reasoned. At any rate, London Cum Pigs was HOT – no preliminaries, straight into a wild scene of about 15 guys wanking,sucking and fucking as if their lives depended on it. This all happened in an area called “The Playpit” complete with leather sling and mattresses. The noises, the feel and almost the smell of raw sex oozed off the screen. Dave and Steve loved it and it definitely enhanced their own lovemaking.
Dave put Matt’s briefs on the pillow and then moved down to suck Steve’s rock hard dick.
As always, Dave was invigorated by sex, and he got up quickly from the bed and gathered up the briefs strewn across it. Most of them, including the Jockeys he had been wearing before, he put in a pile beside the bed. He stripped off his spunk-laden M&S bikinis and left them separate from the others, whilst the precious gift, Matt's Calvins, he removed from his head, taking one last deep and satisfying breath, and put them on a bedside cabinet.
He didn't always mind letting his cum dry on his body, but after a hard day's work outdoors in the heat, and a pretty intense session with his briefs, he thought he should clean up. Also, he had a life to lead and bills to pay - he could not always be indulging in sex, however tempting the prospect.
He showered rapidly, enjoying the feel of the hot water on his body and taking care to wash under his foreskin. Lifting the shower head from its hook, he sprayed it fiercely on his balls, which he always found made them squirm around inside his nutsack, a feeling he loved. Then a quick towel dry, and back to the bedroom.
Most days the choice of underwear was one of Dave's most important and difficult decisions but this time there was no contest. Matt's Calvins were on in less time than it took Jack Wrangler's spunk to hit the dashboard in Kansas City Trucking. His cock stirred as the soft cotton of the Calvins enveloped it but once again, and with some effort, Dave repressed his desires. He swiftly pulled on some white socks and trainers, found a clean t- shirt, this time without a sexy message, and headed off downstairs.
It was late afternoon which Dave reckoned gave him just enough time to finish work on the cabinet. He'd already prepared the doors to the right size but they needed some final rubbing down, and then to be fixed in place. It was now cool enough to work outside again so he set to, enjoying once more the feel of the breeze around his cock as he strode out in his briefs. The task was straightforward, and he was happy to get on with it, fixing hinges carefully in place and finally giving the cabinet it's first coat of varnish. After pausing to admire his handiwork, the lad carried the piece of furniture into the garage to dry off, then gathered up his tools, locked them away, and shifted his mobile workbench back inside.
Feeling hungry after all his exertions, he fixed himself something to eat and then realised it was already 6.30p.m. - at least half an hour after he'd planned to phone Steve. At any rate, he did so now and was pleased when Steve picked up immediately.
"Hi, mate, how're you doing? "
"Just great" came back the cheery reply. One of the most endearing things about Steve was his relentless cheerfulness. Steve was like a sex-starved guy who suddenly found himself in a gay sauna – life could never be better than it was right now. Whatever shit was thrown at him, Steve would keep on smiling.
"What are you up to tonight?"
"Just on my way back from a job in Edgbaston. I'll be back in five minutes. Fancy a beer?"
"Sure would - see you in ten."
Dave found a pair of old and very well worn Levis, took off his trainers and put the Levis on over Matt's briefs. He reckoned that if he had to cover his briefs, the next most arousing thing was a pair of old blue jeans, so it wasn't as bad as it might have been. Trainers back on, he got his bike out of the garage, locked up and rode off. Steve's flat was in Stirchley, Dave's house in Kings Heath, so in ten minutes, as promised, he was there.
Steve was Dave's best mate, and had been for five years now. They were both the same age, 26, and had met doing a big kitchen job at a posh house in Harborne. Dave was newly qualified as a carpenter, Steve as an electrician and it was the first time either of them had flown solo, working for themselves. It was a good experience, since the whole team worked well together and there was lots of great banter. Dave had lost count of the times he had been told to suck someone or other's dick, or kiss their arse, because he'd asked them to move out of the way or do something that didn't suit them right then. Not a great punishment, all things considered, especially if it was a fit young lad who said it, but he kept that thought to himself. The foreman, Rob, had pulled everyone along and in particular had taken a fatherly interest in Steve and Dave, and made sure the other guys didn't take advantage.
Almost from the start Steve had sensed that Dave was gay and vice versa. It was partly that instinct most gay guys seem to have - the gaydar thing - and partly the obviously approving looks which each gave the other on first meeting. Both were strong, masculine types with bodies well-honed in the gym and both were attracted to those characteristics in a man. Each, privately, thought they wanted to know the other better and were pleased when the rest of the crew went off to the pub for lunch. They had brought sandwiches and said they would eat them in the garden. After some fairly careful tiptoeing round areas of personal interest, in which girls, or rather the lack of them in their lives, featured clearly, they inched closer to an understanding. Dave laughed himself silly at Steve's jokes and warmed to the sheer optimism and positivity of the man. He asked Steve if he'd like a drink that night, and ended up at Steve's flat and in his bed.
So that was how it had started. The lads had bonded closely, attending the same gym, following the same sports, finding a group of friends in common and just generally loving one another's company. Oh, and the sex was pretty good too.
Both lads would describe themselves as versatile when it came to sex. Sucking cock, wanking one another off, rimming - they were up for the lot but most of all they loved to fuck the hell out of one another. They didn't mind whether they topped or bottomed, so long as they could fuck. Fuck buddies. They soon realised that was what they were.
After a few sessions, Dave had broached the subject of briefs and his passionate love of them. Steve, like most gay guys, loved to see good looking men in their underwear and recognised where Dave was coming from, but he didn't share Dave's out and out fixation. Yet he was broad minded and was more than happy to help Dave out. So he was glad to offer his briefs to add to Dave's sexual pleasure. And they set up a system of swaps - Steve would wear a pair for two or three days, and swap them for a clean pair from Dave. Wearing Steve's briefs, and using them as the centrepiece of his solo sex sessions, gave Dave a great kick. He felt very lucky to have such an incredible mate.
As he rang the bell, Dave wondered what would be on the agenda tonight apart from the beer. Not that he needed to think hard. His dick was doing the thinking for him, as it strained at Matt's Calvins inside his jeans. Once inside the flat, the two guys kissed passionately and let their tongues explore the now well known recesses of their mouths. Steve was already stripped to his briefs - white Jockey ys, Dave noted approvingly. He'd be taking them home later. Dave stripped off too – his jeans came off as fast as Chad Python’s horse-dick going up a bum in a Chi Chi LaRue movie.
Steve gave Dave a can of lager and the two mates sat for a while drinking and talking. Their briefs were tented like fucking marquees, but they hadn’t seen one another for a few days and Dave in particular had something to get off his tits. He told Steve all about Matt, ending up with the gift and how he’d used it. Dave was well endowed, but pulling the Calvins down his legs just a bit, he showed Steve the outline of the pouch that Matt’s cock had made.
“Fuckin’ hell, mate” Steve drooled “is he a man or a friggin’ gorilla? With balls as big as that we could have a bath in his spunk. Supposed to be good for the complexion, or so I’ve heard.”
Dave chuckled and said Matt was certainly horse-hung but he hadn’t had the chance to measure his cum-load. Perhaps tomorrow. Both lads agreed that Dave would have to introduce Steve and Matt ASAP – and they had other friends who’d love to meet a 20 year old blond god who, on the evidence of the briefs pouch, could let you blow him by sticking his cock up your arse and letting it come out the other end. But first Dave had to let Matt come out to him, and he would not be rushed. Meanwhile, their thoughts turned to more pressing matters.
“I need a fuck real bad” said Steve.” I haven’t cum for two whole days and my bollocks feel like medicine balls, they’ve got so much spunk in them.”
“Fine by me” said Dave as he moved across and fondled Steve’s package through his Jockeys. Steve responded and the lads locked themselves in a passionate frenzy of hands squeezing and manipulating cocks through briefs as they embraced. Eventually they moved to the bedroom where Steve handed Dave a thong which they kept specially for their fuck sessions. If Steve was topping, knowing how important the briefs element of sex was to Dave, he gave him the thong so his dick could go up Dave’s arse unimpeded by the arse panel of conventional briefs. Yet Dave’s cock was still inside the thong pouch which was just how he liked it.
Whilst Dave removed the Calvins and put on the thong, Steve slipped a DVD into the recorder which was connected to a big wall-mounted TV screen. It was “London Cum Pigs” – one of their all-time favourites. The two mates had had many a chat about preferred porn and knew what they liked. They tended to go for British stuff because the models were more realistic – i.e. people you could easily meet on the street – and usually there was no music in the background. Who ever fucks to music? they reasoned. At any rate, London Cum Pigs was HOT – no preliminaries, straight into a wild scene of about 15 guys wanking,sucking and fucking as if their lives depended on it. This all happened in an area called “The Playpit” complete with leather sling and mattresses. The noises, the feel and almost the smell of raw sex oozed off the screen. Dave and Steve loved it and it definitely enhanced their own lovemaking.
Dave put Matt’s briefs on the pillow and then moved down to suck Steve’s rock hard dick.
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