Nylon Bulges

By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

It had been a long afternoon. James Grainger was relieved that there was
only one more candidate to interview. Since joining the university at the
beginning of the academic year, he had been put in charge of organising the
regular Wednesday afternoon interview sessions for the department, which he
found could be more enjoyable than he had at first imagined. Nevertheless,
by the time each afternoon came to an end he was generally exhausted, as it
was quite a responsibility ensuring that each candidate ended up with the
right interviewing tutor, and then there was his own share of prospective
students to see. Applicants had to send photographs when they accepted an
interview offer, which was meant to help to act as way of reminding staff
who was who when it came to deciding who would receive an offer of a place,
but James also used the photos to allocate applicants to interviewers. One
of the few perks of this job was making sure that he picked out some of the
nicer looking boys to see for himself! None of his colleagues appeared to
have cottoned on to this fact, but he tried not to be too obvious by
ensuring that he had his fair sprinkling of girls to see too.

Today he found himself waiting around for his last candidate, but he was
expecting that. This particular boy, who lived locally, was also applying
for a sports bursary, which meant that he had first to go and undertake
some trials in the sports department. James didn’t mind the wait. It gave
him a chance to clear his mind from the frankly not very impressive people
he had already seen that afternoon. He was not sure than any warranted an
offer. There had been three girls, all equally uninspiring, and a boy who,
despite a certain cuteness, was just too dreary to be interesting. He was
placing a lot of hopes on — he glanced at the application form again
– on Adam Jones — who he hoped might turn out to be more interesting
than his name. His photograph certainly promised well — a confident,
charming, smiling schoolboy looked out to the camera, close-cropped fair
hair and classic blue eyes. But what had really intrigued James was
something which Adam had written in his personal statement, where
applicants were encouraged to say something about their interests and
hobbies. Adam had of course drawn attention to his success as a runner,
but then there was this almost throwaway line at the end, where he had
written that ‘I was responsible for setting up a young person’s gay society
in my local community’. James picked up the photo and looked again at it
closely, trying to get some clues as to the boy’s personality from it. All
the signs were good, but he was prepared to be disappointed.

The phone went, and it was the sports department to say that Adam had
finished his tests and was on his way over to the department for his
interview. James found himself quite excited, and even slightly nervous,
as if he was the one about to have to prove his worth. A few minutes later
there was a light tap on the door, and James got up to open it. Adam was
even more stunning than his photo suggested, with model good looks and a
perfect athlete’s body. The photograph had not done justice to the eyes,
which were dangerously blue. He was wearing expensive track suit bottoms
and a white teeshirt, and had obviously showered since his sports tests for
his fair hair was slightly damp and the talcum powder had been lavishly
applied. He carried a sports bag, which he put down on the floor of
James’s office, and sat in the chair offered to him.

‘How did this trials go?’ asked James, partly to break the ice but as much
to give himself time to relax.

Adam laughed. ‘Oh, OK, but I managed to pull a thigh muscle slightly in
the process!’ It was clearly causing him some discomfort, as he gently
massaged the upper part of his thigh as he talked, something which James
found decidedly distracting.

‘Are you sure you’re alright to do the interview?’

‘Oh yes, it’s just a niggle.’ They began to go through the standard
questions which James usually asked, and Adam was doing well, but then
after a time he suddenly asked, ‘look, sorry, but do you mind if I just
took off the track suit? It would help me to work on the muscle as we
talked’.

James smiled. ‘I’d be delighted if you did’, he said, which he realised
was not quite the answer he should have given, had he wanted to keep the
situation purely formal. Adam grinned and stood up, tugging the tracksuit
bottoms down to reveal a pair of silky light blue running shorts, loosely
cut at the legs. He sat down again in front of James, who found it almost
impossible not to gaze longingly at the striking sight of this beautiful
17-year-old athlete facing him, legs apart and gently massaging the upper
part of his left thigh. He would have given a lot to be able to reach out
gently and with his fingertips brush the silky softness of the shorts.

‘Better?’ queried James.

‘Much, thanks’.

‘It’s better for me too’, said James. He did his best to get through the
questions he needed to ask for the interview, but realised he was not
concentrating on anything but the entrancing sight of this strikingly
handsome boy sitting in glistening shorts. It did just occur to him that
Adam had perhaps contrived this, and that there was nothing wrong with his
thigh at all. That thought made him bolder, and he decided to play
dangerously.

‘Look, I think that we should give you a chance to recover from that
strain, and to be honest I find those shorts a bit of a distraction. I
notice from your application form that you live not far from me. Why not
call round one evening next week when you’re free, and we can finish you
off then. It’s a bit unorthodox, but so are you. I am particularly
interested in exploring your personal statement with you.’

There was a silence, and James waited for the rebuff. ‘Yeah, that would be
good, thanks’. Another smile, but this time a much more knowing one. Adam
suggested an evening, saying that he would come on straight after a
training session. He took James’s address and they exchanged phone
numbers, then slipped his tracksuit back on, the nylon fabric making a
distinctive swish as he slid it up over the silky shorts.

‘I wouldn’t mind at all seeing those shorts again when you come round. If
it’s a cold evening put jeans on over the top.’

‘Right. Any jeans in particular?”

James thought that he was being teased, then realised that Adam was in
earnest. ‘Do you have a faded blue pair? Zip rather than buttons for
preference, but that’s a small detail’.

‘I think details matter. Yeah, I’ve got a pair like that. As you’ll see’.
Adam grinned broadly, picked up his sports bag, and left the office,
leaving James to wonder about what had happened during the last few
minutes. He had found the experience incredibly erotic, and yet nothing
really had happened. But what promise for what would happen in a few day’s
time! As he thought over the events of the afternoon, and began to imagine
the possibilities of what lay ahead, his cock grew beyond the healthy
tumescence that he had been enjoying ever since Adam had removed his
tracksuit. His erection now pressed hard within the tightness of his
briefs, but there was nothing that he was going to be able to about it
until he got home. Nevertheless, he found his hand slipping instinctively
down to his mound, and cupping and squeezing the hotness of his hard-on. A
telltale dampness at his tip signalled precum weeping from his foreskin,
trapped within the soft nylon of his micromesh briefs.

‘Down boy’ he muttered, forcing himself to wait until some more suitable
moment when he could give his cock the attention that it so badly wanted.
He could have gone down the corridor to the lavatory and simply wanked
himself there, but he didn’t want to waste the afternoon’s adventure so
cheaply. No, he decided that he must hold back, allow his erection to
subside, and save himself for a much more elaborately choreographed spunk
session that evening.

In fact, he managed to wait until he had cooked some supper and taken a
shower, so that it was gone nine before James settled down to what for him
was always the intensely serious business of servicing his cock. After
showering he headed for the sofa. He had hardly sat down before the phone
rang. He cursed, then thought that it might be important so reached out to
the low table alongside the sofa and lifted the receiver.

‘James Grainger speaking’.

‘Oh, hi, err, this is Adam, Adam Jones here.’ The soft tones were
irresistible, and James was entranced all over again.

‘Adam, how nice! I was just thinking about you, thinking hard about you
actually, and, umm, well, you know, enjoying the thought of our meeting
today, and looking forward to seeing you again.’

‘Yes, me too, umm, that’s why I’m phoning really. I wondered whether I
might be able to come round before the time we fixed’.

‘Sure! When had you in mind’.

‘Now!! Can I come now? I’d really like that, if that’s OK with you.’

‘Adam, I’d love to have you over, as soon as you like. But are you sure?’

‘Yeah, I’m sure. And I haven’t forgotten your instructions. Shorts,
jeans, and I’ve thought of a few touches of my own. So shall I come now?’

‘God, yes! How long will it take you? Do you want me to drive over and
pick you up?’

‘Oh no. I’ll come on the bus, dead easy. See you in about half an hour.
And thanks.’ He rang off.

James could scarcely take this in. There was no doubt about where this was
meant to be leading, and suddenly he was nervous. And if he was still up
to speed he had just been thanked by a schoolboy adonis for promising to
seduce him before the evening was out.

In the half hour which followed James changed into something which he hoped
might prove to be a success later on, feeling that as Adam was making such
an effort for him then this was the least he could do in return. The nylon
mesh brief which he had been wearing that afternoon, and which he had been
planning to abuse in a long solo wank session that evening, went into his
wash bag, and he slipped on something fresh but, he hoped, no less
enticing. But that would depend on how things went, and whether or not
Adam was as into underwear sex as he was himself. But the way in which the
lad had teased him about those cute little silky shorts gave him high
hopes. He certainly hadn’t made any pretence about how much he wanted to
see the kid in his shorts again, and surely that could only mean that he
was into all that shiny stuff, and bulges and all the rest. He hoped that
Adam was already sufficiently streetwise to have picked up all those signs.
He wore jeans and a fresh white shirt.

He closed the curtains, turned on lamps and downlighters and killed the
central ceiling light. Soft background music? No, it was already getting
corny, and he was bound to miss Adam’s musical tastes by a mile. They
would have to risk the silence.

He heard the click of the front gate leading to the block of flats, and
knew that Adam was there. There was a buzz on the intercom, and without
even checking who it was he said ‘Hi Adam, I’m on the first floor, come on
up’, and released the front door and went to open his in the passage. Up
the stairs he came, slightly shyly, but looking so cute in a fresh white
teeshirt, faded pale blue jeans, white trainers and short white socks.
James took it all in at once in an experienced appraisal.

‘Great to see you Adam, it really is’. He turned and Adam followed him
into the flat, the short way down the passage into the living room.

‘Look, I’m sorry to have rung you out of the blue like that. But I wanted
to see you’.

‘Adam, I am so pleased you did ring. I was sitting here thinking about
you, and to be honest all the evening held for me was a bit of television
and a wank. I was about to start on the wank part when you rang’.

Adam laughed and blushed. ‘Oh, God, sorry! Bad timing!’

‘On the contrary, perfect timing. You must know why I was wanting to
wank’.

An electric silence. ‘Well, I was hoping that maybe you really were as
keen about seeing me as you seemed. But because I’ve come out as gay at my
school, I’ve got used to people pissing me around’.

James smiled. ‘I hope I’m not “people”, Adam. We’ve all been there. Mind
you, when I was your age I didn’t have the confidence to come out until I’d
gone to university. It’s great that people your age are so much more
prepared to be open, even if it sometimes costs a bit. Look, why not sit
down, and let’s just relax a bit. All this has started a bit fast, don’t
you think? You don’t know anything about me, and I only know you from your
application form’.

‘And today, that counts for something doesn’t it?’

‘Of course it does’, said James, and meaning it. ‘I’ve never met anyone
quite like you before’, and meaning that too.

‘The thing is’, said Adam, ‘I just wanted you to know that I trust you,
absolutely. I think we’re after the same thing, and that’s fine by me’.

‘Well, to be honest, we’re not after quite the same thing, are we. You
can’t get away from the fact that I’m, what, six or seven older than you
are. I’m twenty-three. And I certainly can’t get away from thinking about
the fact that you’re seventeen, and still at school. And if I am being
honest, that is part of what makes all this so fucking exciting for me’.

Adam laughed. ‘That’s cool. We can do role play. I’m the schoolboy and
you’re the teacher!’

‘Yes, but it’s not role play, it happens to be true! And that’s what is so
horny for me. And you mustn’t be under misapprehensions. It isn’t just
that you are so good- looking, athletic, charming, all of that — I can’t
hide the fact that it is fifty per cent because you are so young that draws
me to you’.

‘Yeah, but that’s cool too. It’s all about trust, and I trust you’. He’d
said that twice now, and James realised that he meant it.

They were sitting side by side on the sofa, a little awkwardly, and it was
Adam who now leant forward and softly kissed James on his left cheek, the
warmth of his breath like an electric charge. It was just the gentlest
peck, so affectionate and sweet, and it moved James greatly.

‘Thanks, baby. My turn now.’

Adam presented his lips to James, who moved in to them and kissed their
warm sweetness. The boy seemed to taste of honey, and they kissed firmly
and equally, their lips parting slightly and their tongues flickering.
James reached up and stroked Adam’s tight blond crewcut.

‘Beautiful, you are so beautiful’, James said.

‘And you are a beautiful man’, said Adam. ‘I don’t know anyone like you,
someone who can show me things’.

‘I don’t think you are exactly a novice!’ laughed James.

‘Maybe not, but I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve fooled
about a bit with friends, but nothing serious’.

‘Is this serious, then?’, James asked, wondering what the reply would be,
and hoping.

‘For me, yes it is. I hoped it might be for you too’.

‘Oh God Adam, how can you ask. I’m just crazy about you. That sounds like
infatuation, and yes I am infatuated just at this moment, but I think that
you are something very special’.

Adam gazed at James, smiling, his startling blue eyes just the most
striking aspect of his exceptional beauty.

‘So what do you want to do?’ asked James gently, not wanting to make any
move faster than Adam was prepared for. That in itself made him realise
this was a relationship of a new kind for him.

‘Oh, I thought you were the teacher! I’m here to learn!’. Adam laughed
again.

James changed tack for a moment. ‘Did your leg recover OK, by the way?’

‘Oh yes, the strain went altogether, just a bit of muscular tension left.
But I thought you might want to check that out for yourself.’

‘I’d like that very much indeed. We’ll take those jeans off in a moment,
but no rush. Just relax and let me see if I can help ease those muscles.
You might have to guide me to the right place’. With that James brought
his hand forward and rested it on Adam’s jeans, on the upper part of his
thigh, and applied some gentle pressure. Adam’s sole response was to lie
back more comfortably on the sofa, and to open his legs wider.

The gentle rubbing became firmer, and James’s hand began to travel, upwards
and towards the centre. Adam turned towards James and they closed in a
kiss again, which lasted all through James’s slow investigation of the
front of Adam’s jeans. He lightly cupped the boy’s mound, firm but not yet
really hard, and enjoyed the resistance that met his hand. His fingers
reached the metal button at the top of the jeans, and he flipped it open,
and then he began to ease down the catch of the zip. As the jeans parted
slowly, he stopped for a moment and instead slid his hand upwards under the
soft cotton of the tee, over the warm smoothness of the teenager’s hard
flat stomach. He really did not want to rush this. He tugged the teeshirt
up a bit to expose the tummy, and looked downwards and saw the tell-tale
sign of the waistband of Adam’s silky shorts peeking above the top of his
jeans. Carefully positioned, no doubt.

James returned to his work on the flyzip, and eased it still lower, and now
he was at the bottom. He parted the flaps of the jeans, and looked at the
fantastic shorts, which caught the light of the nearby downlighter and
glistened enticingly. Only now did James permit himself to touch the
softness of the silky shorts, warm with Adam’s warmth.

‘Lift your bum up, and let’s get you jeans down’, whispered James. Adam
smiled, and did exactly what he was told, raising himself up as James
tugged the jeans firmly downwards, leaving the boy lying on the sofa in his
white teeshirt and light blue shorts. There was now quite a pronounced
mound waiting for James’s attention.

‘These really are quite something, you know. Presumably you knew the
effect that they had on me this afternoon when you dropped your tracksuit?
How planned was that? Do you do that in front of every new teacher?’

Adam laughed. ‘Oh, of course’, he said. ‘But I think I’d like to take
them off now. Please help’. He lifted his bum again, and James put his
hands on Adam’s slim hips and tugged the shorts downwards, and they slid
off, and then the full beauty of the teenager’s hidden secret came into
view. For under the shorts, themselves sensational enough James might have
thought, there appeared a soft bikini nylon brief, pale blue and
transparent, showing the fast hardening cock and heavy balls of the young
teenage athlete clearly beneath the wispy nylon threads. It was utterly
transfixing, the thickening shaft pushing outwards for escape from the
brief which nevertheless held it trapped.

‘Oh God, Adam, baby I just love it. What a dark horse you are. Who would
have thought that those sexy shorts hid an even hotter treasure. Those
briefs are just amazing. You are such a horny young kid. Dangerously
sexy!’

Adam relished the attention. He looked downward at himself as James
reached across and began gently to rub the soft nylon bulge, moving the
wispy material over the stretched skin of the teenager’s cock, lifting the
meaty balls and then stroking the full length of the boy’s shaft within the
hot transparent nylon. James could even see beneath the flimsy nylon the
wetness of Adam’s knob-end, the foreskin very slightly retracted, and the
tip moving freely beneath it. For James this was always one of the most
sensual moments, that time when the inevitability of orgasm lies ahead, but
where there is still the opportunity to play with a boy’s cock and enjoy
the pearly honey of his precum. He was sure that Adam was going to have
plenty of the clear juice to offer him. It was just important that he did
not overexcite him, in case he shot his spunk too soon.

Still James massaged Adam’s hot young cock in the nylon brief, loving the
slippery feel of the boy’s prick moving in the sexy thong. He loved the
curly light brown bush which set off the cock and balls so neatly. Adam
moved himself closer to James on the sofa, and they started to kiss once
more, and then James felt Adam’s hand on his jeans, and attempts to
unbuckle his belt. It took a few moments, but he wanted to be undressed by
Adam without having to assist him. The belt open, Adam then undid the
catch at the top of the jeans, and worked the zipper downwards.

It was James’s turn to help Adam out by lifting his bum slightly, so that
his jeans could be eased off. This served to thrust his crutch out more,
so that when his jeans slid down his thighs the prominent bulge of his
rearing cock was the more pronounced.

‘Fuck’, was the one-word response, when Adam saw the white mesh posing
brief, soft and nylon like his own, and no less transparent. James’s cock
was pointing downwards, trapped in the clinging nylon which held him in
place. His balls were slightly bigger than Adam’s, but not much, and the
contrast between the dark curly tangle of pubes and the brilliant whiteness
of the nylon was startling. Adam’s hand went to the brief, and stroked
James firmly, feeling the shape of the hard cock and immediately beginning
to work it within the nylon. As they sat, they watched each other’s hands
working the outside of their briefs, the hot nylon packets beginning to
dampen with the drips of precum which each was now beginning to deliver.

‘This is awesome’, said Adam. ‘I kind of thought that you might be into
shiny shorts and stuff like that when I saw your eyes glued to mine this
afternoon, which is why I was so desperate to come over tonight. I
slightly worried when I decided to put these briefs on though, in case you
thought them over the top’.

‘And it turns out that we are both in the nylon brief scene. I agree, it
is awesome. It’s not often I get a chance to do this with a guy, I mean
just have fun feeling each other in our briefs, working our cocks like
this, and enjoying the sensation of the nylon. This is the perfect
combination, isn’t it, wearing a pair of hot briefs, and having someone
working on you in them, and at the same time doing it back. Actually,
that’s not quite true. What really makes it perfection for me is having a
horny schoolboy like you so into brief sex. I think heaven must have sent
you’.

‘Hey man, I love the way you make my cock drip precum. The way you keep
easing my foreskin back just slightly, not all the way, makes me so wet.
Mmm, that’s so cool. Oooh yeah’. James had obligingly teased another pearl
of the youngster’s juicy honey precum from his knob tip.

James decided to move on to the next stage. ‘Let’s have some bulge play’,
he said. ‘I want to feel your cock pressing against mine through our
briefs’. Adam’s powder- blue nylon pouch closed up against James’s white
one, and they massaged their throbbing packets together. The slippery,
slightly crackly noise of the nylon pressing to nylon, and of their
dripping cocks sliding up and down in their briefs as they made contact,
was incredible. Adam was flushed with excitement, and moaning virtually
incessantly.

After several minutes of this, and when the warning tingling in James’s
cock made him hold back for fear of spunking, he slid to his knees on the
floor in front of Adam, who lay back in ecstasy with his arm resting across
his eyes. James moved forward, and over the front of the powder-blue
bulge. Then down he went, and the heady scent of young Adam’s hot
nylon-covered cock filled his nostrils, the tang of precum and boycock just
incredible. His tongue flickered like a snake’s, and he made contact with
the damp nylon pouch. It tasted delicious. He found the slippery damp
spot where Adam’s precum had gathered, and placed his mouth over it, and
drank in the gorgeous honey. Adam’s cockhead went into James’s mouth too,
just the extreme tip, trapped in the nylon, and more precum sieved through
into James’s worshipping mouth.

As he suckled on the boy’s tasty briefs, his field of vision was entirely
taken up by the superb sight of the soft pale blue nylon filled with hot
horny teencock. He took more of Adam’s shaft into his mouth, still
sheathed in the brief, and then more still, but the full length was too
much for him. He went back to sucking just the knob, and then backed off
completely, except for flicking his tongue once more over the very head of
the tip, delightfully half sheathed, half exposed by the delicate foreskin.

Then James rejoined Adam on the sofa, and they went back to feeling each
other up, and he loved the way the boy athlete began to wank him, gripping
his shaft and using the nylon to make the tip of his cock tingle as it
brushed the silky seethrough mesh. James whispered in Adam’s ear. ‘I
could cum in my briefs if you want me to. Do you want to see me fill up my
nylon pouch with hot spunk?’

Adam grinned and nodded. ‘What do you want me to do then?’ he asked
eagerly.

‘Watch and learn!’ said James, laughing. ‘But I want you to wank me off,
and do it slowly. Very gentle strokes, and then when I begin to cum I want
some of it to force through the nylon, so make sure my cockhead is trapped
tight against the mesh. The tingling of the nylon pressing against my tip
when I am blasting my wad is sensational.’ Is that OK?

‘Sure, sounds fucking hot’, said Adam. ‘But don’t forget about me’.

‘Oh don’t worry, my boy babe. I have something special in mind for you.
After I’ve cum I think, not before, we’ll get you to slip your cock out of
the side of your briefs and I’ll give you a good seeing-to, and then, when
you are close to cumming, I’m going to pop you back in, and then suck you
off again, except that this time I’m going to make you cum, and I want you
to feed me all that lovely hot boyspunk. Does that sound good?’

‘Oh, fuck, yes! God, that’s is so fucking cool. Mmm, can’t wait’.

‘A moment to cool down, I think, and then we can start it off all over
again. Except that this time we’ll pass the point of no return. Not this
time, but maybe next time you come I have something else in mind’.

‘Oh, so you want me back then?’

‘Just a bit. But you may be less keen to do what I want’.

‘Why? Fuck, if it’s anything like this I can’t wait. Will it involve more
underwear?’

‘Oh yes, of course. There’s a whole range of stuff I can offer you, and
you’d look fantastic in any of it. No, that’s not what I mean’.

‘What then?’. As they talked, each one had his hand resting gently on the
other’s briefs, giving the occasional tender stroke of their still hard
cocks. James was ready to resume being wanked-off at any moment, but
meanwhile was happy to talk.

‘Well, how do you fancy a bit of filming?’

‘Porn, do you mean?’.

‘Well, of course! I wasn’t going to offer you a part in Pride and
Prejudice! But only for our own fun. I’d love to film you doing this kind
of thing. I could do some solo stuff, but we could also set up the remote
and we’d both be in it. But what I really want is to capture a beautiful
creature like you getting sexy in his nylon briefs. God, the thought of
it!’

James’s cock began to quiver again, as Adam smiled and nodded, ‘yes, let’s
do that next time’. He started to masturbate James again, and James lay
back relaxed on the sofa and gave himself up to the schoolboy’s
surprisingly skilful technique. ‘Ahh, yes, that’s good, yes, work my cock,
good boy. I want so much to cum in my tight briefs, Adam. Just wank me
off like that, and make me shoot my creamy warm cum in them. I’ve got so
much spunk in me, and I want to pump it all for you. Ever since you came
into my office this afternoon I’ve wanted to cum in my pants. I just never
imagined that within hours I would be on my own sofa, and you would be here
wanking me silly in just my briefs’.

Adam had begun to stroke himself in his own briefs, but James said at once
‘go easy kid, I want to do that. Keep all of your lovely hot boyspunk for
me’. Reluctantly, but obediently, Adam stopped touching himself, and
instead James stared fixedly at the wonderful view of the boy’s hard-on
gently quivering through the totally transparent pale blue nylon.

‘OK, now I think I want you to finish me off, Adam’, said James, knowing
that he could not hold back much longer. He continued looking at the
beauty of the boy’s erection, as Adam began to work more vigorously on the
man’s urgent cock. Only too well aware of the delicious sensation of
having one’s knob trapped in a nylon sheath, Adam used all the knowledge of
his 17 years to agitate James’s tender cockhead, sliding back the hood of
the foreskin beneath the white transparent briefs, allowing the glistening
tip to have contact with the delicate nylon, maximising the pleasure for
his new wank buddy.

James groaned with ecstasy, thrilled by the pleasure this boy was giving
him. ‘Beautiful, that’s so beautiful’, he murmured, as Adam slowed the
intensity of the wanking action now as he edged James towards orgasm.

‘Remember, I want you to pressed my tip against the mesh so that some of my
spunk comes through. I want to fill my briefs, but also let’s watch as it
is forced through the nylon. I’m nearly there…’

Adam positioned the hard cock so that the cockhead was right against the
white nylon, and the wet tip pressed pink through the mesh. James was
groaning loudly in his joy, and the point of no return was seconds away.

‘Oh God, Adam, that’s so good. Now, make me cum, make me cum. Ohh, I’m
there, I’m cumming, Aahhh!!! James arched his back so that he lifted
slightly from the sofa, and there was a moment of silence, and then a final
releasing moan and the spunk began to surge from him. Adam tightened the
pressure on the nylon briefs, so that each bolt of cum was forced through
the tip, trapped against the taut mesh. The very first spurts of spunk
passed through the nylon immediately, thick wads of the creamy syrup forced
out and glistening over the front of the briefs. Then as it came more
quickly, some of the cum fell back within the briefs, as there was too much
of it to get through the mesh. Adam loved the sight of the man’s juicy
load inside and outside the brilliantly white briefs, and then James pulled
the boy towards him again and they kissed hard and long, and Adam knew that
he had never felt so passionate before.

James rested for a moment, reached for a box of tissues and removed the
excess spunk, and then slipped off the sodden cum-filled briefs. It was
time to show Adam just how much fun brief sex could be with another guy,
and James reached out once more and began to work the boy’s hot hard cock
through his pale blue nylon briefs. First he resumed his sucking, enjoying
all over again the delicious tangy taste of the youngster’s knob-end
leaking clear precum juice into the now very wet nylon. James would have
been happy to suckle the boy’s cock all night, but he knew that Adam needed
to cum, and soon, and he was also keen to see the teenboy’s spunk and to
taste it sieved through nylon.

He stopped sucking for a moment. ‘Lovely cock, I just adore your knob and
the taste of you. So this is what I’m going to do. I’m going to flip your
cock from out of the side of your briefs — we’re not going to take them
off though — and I will wank you off and watch close-up as I want to see
the foreskin edging backwards and forwards, and the slit at your tip
glistening. Then, just as your start to cum, I am going to flip your big
cock back in your blue nylon briefs, because they are so fucking horny, and
I will watch the first spurts of your boyspunk shoot from the tip, and then
I am going to suck it through your briefs as you cum, forcing it through
the mesh as you did for me. But I must drink the nectar of my young
athlete hero. OK?’

‘Fuck yes — sounds great. Can I kneel on the sofa in front of you?’

‘Sure. Up you get, quick’.

Adam kneeled and James sank to his knees in worship, and as the teenager
put his hands on his hips and thrust his transparent blue briefs forward,
James closed up once again and sucked the cock through the nylon. But this
lasted only a few moments, for, true to his word, James reached inside the
briefs and slipped the hard shaft out at the side. He grasped the naked
boycock and worked it, sliding the foreskin back and then re-sheathing the
lad, back and forth, in a slowly increasing rhythm, and the tip of the
boy’s cock still dribbled with the clear juices of his precum.

James knew that Adam was very close, and timed it to perfection, for at the
last moment he flipped the beautiful quivering cock back inside the sexy
briefs and watched in delight as the lad began to shoot spunk, groaning
loudly. Adam placed his hands on James’s head, urging him closer into him,
and James happily obliged, putting his own hands on the boy’s nylon-covered
buttocks, and positioning himself over the spurting cockhead and feeding on
the creamy teencum as it was forced through the blue nylon mesh. Adam had
never experienced an orgasm like this one. As he shuddered his spunk into
his briefs, his whole body was given over to the joy of his ecstasy, and
the sense that the man was who urging the wads of cum from him was somehow
part of him for as long as the orgasm lasted.

He sank back onto the sofa when the last spurts had subsided, and James
took the boy in his arms. They lay like that for what seemed like an age,
but was probably only ten minutes or so.

‘That was something special Adam,’ said James.

‘Yeah, awesome. I’ve never done anything like that, not anything close to
that before’.

‘And?’

‘And it was fucking incredible. And I want to do it again, and for you to
show me things’.

‘Tomorrow?’

‘Yeah, tomorrow. You mentioned filming me. I’d really like that!’

‘Well, there’s no need to tell you how much I’d like it’.

‘What shall I wear?’

‘Yes, that’s the big decision isn’t it. What do you think? Some sports
kit?’

‘Cool! What do you fancy?’

‘Well, what have you got?’

‘Well, you’ve seen my running shorts. I could wear them again, but maybe
something different would be fun. Speedos? Or how about my school soccer
kit?’

‘Is it as exciting as it sounds?’ James was hoping it would be. Otherwise
he’d happily settle for speedos!

‘Oh, I think you’d like it. Pale blue shorts, and darker blue top. Quite
unfashionably skimpy shorts, and the whole thing is in a kind of nylon and
satin mix, very shiny and slippery!’

‘Well, I think that the decision is made. You can decide what to wear
under the shorts’.

‘A jock you mean, or maybe briefs of some kind?’

‘As I say, that’s something I shall leave to you. But I know that you
won’t disappoint me.’ And nor did he.

(If you are into briefs, shorts, bulge play, and are enjoying this, let me
know at scott_justin51@hotmail.com. Fancy composing a story with me? –
shared writing can be fun!)