Xena Versus The Spartans
- 4 years ago
- 116
- 0
Underwear Fun Part 2 free porn video
I closed the door after Jim, still reeling from what had just happened, almost having to pinch myself to check it was real and that I hadn't been dreaming. I felt weird; embarrassed, guilty, ashamed but also elated, thrilled, and excited and wanting more. These competing sensations did battle in my head leaving me feeling quite agitated. I also felt agitated because I had the practical matter of trying to clean up the stockings that Jim had spunked his load onto, as well as the suspender belt and knickers which some spunk, both mine and his had managed to get onto and get them back into my sister's dressing table drawer. I washed the items by hand and rung them out to try to get as much water out of them as possible before using her hair dryer to finish them off then placed them back in her drawer praying she wouldn't notice anything amiss.
I tried to act as normal as I could when my family began to arrive in from their working day and even though I felt that every pore of my being gave away what I'd done, no-one seemed to pick up on anything. In hindsight I realise that they were pretty much wrapped up in their own concerns to pay much attention to me; my mum sorting out the dinner, my dad immersed in stuff about work, my sister wanting to get on with her social life. I took myself off to my bedroom, which was pretty normal for me during those teenage years, and no-one questioned it - I would listen to the radio or records or read, and also toss myself off. I tossed myself off a couple of times that evening replaying the events of the day in my mind over and over again. Would Jim come round tomorrow? Would he be thinking the same mixed thoughts about it as me? He seemed fine and relaxed about it, but was that a front? Maybe he felt awful about it now, maybe he was wracked with remorse and guilt and would tell his parents, then they'd come round and tell mine and, and, and...Stop it, I told myself. Stop worrying about things that would probably never happen...
Next day I lounged in bed while I could hear the other family members moving around getting ready for work. I didn't get up till they'd gone, which was quite normal. My dad would routinely complain I was lazy and ought to be doing something constructive, to which my usual stroppy teenage response was that if we didn't live in the back of beyond it might be possible for me to do something.
After they'd gone I got up and had a bit of breakfast, but was feeling so nervous about what the day may bring I could hardly eat. I didn't know if Jim would come round or not; maybe he was joking, maybe he had intended to but changed his mind, maybe, maybe maybe...so many conflicting thoughts went through my head in an endless cycle of excitement and doubt and fear and anticipation and expectation.
Around quarter to 11.00 I heard a tap on the door and looking down the hallway saw Jim's familiar shape through the frosted glass. I answered the door.
"Ok then?" he said, looking a bit apprehensive.
"Yeah, you?" I replied, feeling suddenly very nervous again.
He stepped inside and we stood in the hallway, both feeling unsure about what to do next. Yesterday had been unexpected and unplanned and had just happened, but now we'd had time to think on it so whatever we did next was because we'd considered it and wanted it to happen. A few long moments passed, then I asked him if he wanted to go upstairs. He nodded and turned he walked up the stairs again to my room.
Once in there I slipped off my jeans, t shirt and pants, my cock beginning to stiffen while he was taking off his clothes. I then went into my sister's room and fished out the stockings, suspender belt and knickers I'd worn the day before. I went back to my room and Jim was fully naked by now, his cock stiffening in his hand.
"I couldn't stop thinking about this last night, " he said.
"No, nor me. It was so exciting"
"Yeah, I wanked off thinking about it."
"Me too!"
I pulled on the suspender belt then sat on the bed and put the first stocking on. He was watching me intently, slowly pulling on his cock, his eyes wide with excitement. Him watching me do this was adding to the thrill of it. I put on the second stocking, then the knickers, though my rigid cock poked over the top of them.
"Mmm, nice," he murmered, "turn round" I turned around and he came up behind me and began to rub his hard cock over the silky material of the knickers covering my bum.
I reached behind me and took hold of his cock, it was warm and rigid enclosed in my fingers and I started to pull on it. As I did that he leaned in and grabbed my cock and began doing the same. He then broke away for a moment and taking hold of the knickers pulled them down, so I stepped out of them. He took them and wrapped them round his cock and continued to toss himself like that for a bit. We were both really aroused by this time.
"Ever wondered what it feels like to have your cock sucked?" he asked.
"Yeah, I have," I replied. I'd only ever read about blowjobs in porn mags, never actually seen any as in those days the only porn that was readily available was softcore top shelf stuff like Men Only, Escort, Fiesta, Knave etc and even that wasn't something that we as young lads could get hold of easily. He knelt down in front of me and taking my cock in his hand he pulled back my foreskin and brought his mouth closer to it as I watched transfixed, then sticking out his tongue he ran it over the tip. Oh, man, I thought, this is amazing, as a tingling sensation went through me. He closed his lips around it and moved his head back and forward slightly.
"Wow, this is sexy" I whispered, feeling really turned on by the sight of this. I knew at this rate it wouldn't be long before I spunked up.
"Feel good?"
"Incredible!" I gasped. I pulled away, not wanting to come just yet. "Your turn."
He stood up then sat on the bed, his hard bendy cock standing stiff. I felt a slight sense of trepidation at taking another guy's cock in my mouth, but that feeling was overridden by my excitement and lustful desires of the moment. I took his cock in my mouth tasting it, running my tongue over the glans and wanking it a bit. He groaned pleasurably.
"Mmm, you're right, it does feel pretty fucking amazing!" I took my mouth off his cock.
He still had hold of the knickers and again wrapped them around his cock.
"Wank me off into the knickers," he said. I sat on the bed beside him and taking his cock in my hand began to jerk him off and he used his hands to rub the silky material over his bell end. It was such a massive turn on to watch this happening and it wasn't long before his body began to tense and he groaned as a thick jet of hot creamy come shot out of his cock and onto my sister's knickers, followed by more spurts of jizz. He rubbed his cock over the spunky knickers, smearing his jizz over them. I could barely contain myself and knew that I was close to coming as well at any moment.
"Gimme the knickers," I panted. He held them up to my cock as I gave it a few tugs, then my balls erupted and a jet of come shot onto them, some of it going over the stockings again, more come followed, but with diminishing intensity, till eventually there was just a trickle.
"Oh, boy," he said after a few moments, "that was out of this world."
"Yeah, fuck me, wasn't it just." We lay back on the bed and after a few minutes I felt his hand running over the stockings.
"Can I try those on?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said. I took them off and handed them to him and he then put them on.
"Mmm, it does feel nice on your legs, don't it?" I nodded, my cock getting hard again at the sight of him now dressed in stockings and suspender belt. I asked to lie on the bed and began wanking myself off looking at him, almost as though I was wanking off to a picture in a porn mag. He in turn was aroused by the fact that he was wearing sexy underwear and began wanking again too. We both came a second time, though there wasn't as much spunk as before.
"Better get ourselves cleaned up," I eventually said. "Got these spunked on things to wash."
"Yeah, suppose I better be on my way." We silently dressed, both a bit lost in our own thoughts at what we'd done then I let him out. Tomorrow would be Saturday, so no chance of anything happening over the weekend.
"See you again then," he said as he left.
"Yep, see ya."
I tried to act as normal as I could when my family began to arrive in from their working day and even though I felt that every pore of my being gave away what I'd done, no-one seemed to pick up on anything. In hindsight I realise that they were pretty much wrapped up in their own concerns to pay much attention to me; my mum sorting out the dinner, my dad immersed in stuff about work, my sister wanting to get on with her social life. I took myself off to my bedroom, which was pretty normal for me during those teenage years, and no-one questioned it - I would listen to the radio or records or read, and also toss myself off. I tossed myself off a couple of times that evening replaying the events of the day in my mind over and over again. Would Jim come round tomorrow? Would he be thinking the same mixed thoughts about it as me? He seemed fine and relaxed about it, but was that a front? Maybe he felt awful about it now, maybe he was wracked with remorse and guilt and would tell his parents, then they'd come round and tell mine and, and, and...Stop it, I told myself. Stop worrying about things that would probably never happen...
Next day I lounged in bed while I could hear the other family members moving around getting ready for work. I didn't get up till they'd gone, which was quite normal. My dad would routinely complain I was lazy and ought to be doing something constructive, to which my usual stroppy teenage response was that if we didn't live in the back of beyond it might be possible for me to do something.
After they'd gone I got up and had a bit of breakfast, but was feeling so nervous about what the day may bring I could hardly eat. I didn't know if Jim would come round or not; maybe he was joking, maybe he had intended to but changed his mind, maybe, maybe maybe...so many conflicting thoughts went through my head in an endless cycle of excitement and doubt and fear and anticipation and expectation.
Around quarter to 11.00 I heard a tap on the door and looking down the hallway saw Jim's familiar shape through the frosted glass. I answered the door.
"Ok then?" he said, looking a bit apprehensive.
"Yeah, you?" I replied, feeling suddenly very nervous again.
He stepped inside and we stood in the hallway, both feeling unsure about what to do next. Yesterday had been unexpected and unplanned and had just happened, but now we'd had time to think on it so whatever we did next was because we'd considered it and wanted it to happen. A few long moments passed, then I asked him if he wanted to go upstairs. He nodded and turned he walked up the stairs again to my room.
Once in there I slipped off my jeans, t shirt and pants, my cock beginning to stiffen while he was taking off his clothes. I then went into my sister's room and fished out the stockings, suspender belt and knickers I'd worn the day before. I went back to my room and Jim was fully naked by now, his cock stiffening in his hand.
"I couldn't stop thinking about this last night, " he said.
"No, nor me. It was so exciting"
"Yeah, I wanked off thinking about it."
"Me too!"
I pulled on the suspender belt then sat on the bed and put the first stocking on. He was watching me intently, slowly pulling on his cock, his eyes wide with excitement. Him watching me do this was adding to the thrill of it. I put on the second stocking, then the knickers, though my rigid cock poked over the top of them.
"Mmm, nice," he murmered, "turn round" I turned around and he came up behind me and began to rub his hard cock over the silky material of the knickers covering my bum.
I reached behind me and took hold of his cock, it was warm and rigid enclosed in my fingers and I started to pull on it. As I did that he leaned in and grabbed my cock and began doing the same. He then broke away for a moment and taking hold of the knickers pulled them down, so I stepped out of them. He took them and wrapped them round his cock and continued to toss himself like that for a bit. We were both really aroused by this time.
"Ever wondered what it feels like to have your cock sucked?" he asked.
"Yeah, I have," I replied. I'd only ever read about blowjobs in porn mags, never actually seen any as in those days the only porn that was readily available was softcore top shelf stuff like Men Only, Escort, Fiesta, Knave etc and even that wasn't something that we as young lads could get hold of easily. He knelt down in front of me and taking my cock in his hand he pulled back my foreskin and brought his mouth closer to it as I watched transfixed, then sticking out his tongue he ran it over the tip. Oh, man, I thought, this is amazing, as a tingling sensation went through me. He closed his lips around it and moved his head back and forward slightly.
"Wow, this is sexy" I whispered, feeling really turned on by the sight of this. I knew at this rate it wouldn't be long before I spunked up.
"Feel good?"
"Incredible!" I gasped. I pulled away, not wanting to come just yet. "Your turn."
He stood up then sat on the bed, his hard bendy cock standing stiff. I felt a slight sense of trepidation at taking another guy's cock in my mouth, but that feeling was overridden by my excitement and lustful desires of the moment. I took his cock in my mouth tasting it, running my tongue over the glans and wanking it a bit. He groaned pleasurably.
"Mmm, you're right, it does feel pretty fucking amazing!" I took my mouth off his cock.
He still had hold of the knickers and again wrapped them around his cock.
"Wank me off into the knickers," he said. I sat on the bed beside him and taking his cock in my hand began to jerk him off and he used his hands to rub the silky material over his bell end. It was such a massive turn on to watch this happening and it wasn't long before his body began to tense and he groaned as a thick jet of hot creamy come shot out of his cock and onto my sister's knickers, followed by more spurts of jizz. He rubbed his cock over the spunky knickers, smearing his jizz over them. I could barely contain myself and knew that I was close to coming as well at any moment.
"Gimme the knickers," I panted. He held them up to my cock as I gave it a few tugs, then my balls erupted and a jet of come shot onto them, some of it going over the stockings again, more come followed, but with diminishing intensity, till eventually there was just a trickle.
"Oh, boy," he said after a few moments, "that was out of this world."
"Yeah, fuck me, wasn't it just." We lay back on the bed and after a few minutes I felt his hand running over the stockings.
"Can I try those on?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said. I took them off and handed them to him and he then put them on.
"Mmm, it does feel nice on your legs, don't it?" I nodded, my cock getting hard again at the sight of him now dressed in stockings and suspender belt. I asked to lie on the bed and began wanking myself off looking at him, almost as though I was wanking off to a picture in a porn mag. He in turn was aroused by the fact that he was wearing sexy underwear and began wanking again too. We both came a second time, though there wasn't as much spunk as before.
"Better get ourselves cleaned up," I eventually said. "Got these spunked on things to wash."
"Yeah, suppose I better be on my way." We silently dressed, both a bit lost in our own thoughts at what we'd done then I let him out. Tomorrow would be Saturday, so no chance of anything happening over the weekend.
"See you again then," he said as he left.
"Yep, see ya."
Emely
- 05.03.2020
- 12
- 0
underwear fun
- 3 years ago
- 12
- 0
The Most Fun I Ever Had at a Funeral
- 2 years ago
- 17
- 0
