Underwear by Barringer

I don't know about you but I'm the kind of guy who can get turned off or on by the wrong kind of underwear. It can be a real downer for me. I'm going to tell you about two underwear episodes I had. One quite recently. It was in early May and I'd just taken my horse back to the riding stables. I noticed this good-looking guy cleaning out the stalls. I'm sure he noticed me too although he didn't look at me that much. Kept his eyes pinned to the ground. My own were firmly pinned to his ass as he was bending down most of the time. I tried to imagine what it would be like riding him instead of a horse. Or vice versa. Nothing happened the first time but I couldn't wait to get back there the following week. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait that long.

The stables are a few miles outside town in a beautiful piece of countryside near a wood. I often go walking there. Sometimes with my dog. This particular morning I was with my camera. I saw him from a distance leaning against the trunk of a tree. His legs looked like small tree trunks too though when I got nearer I saw he was standing with one leg raised behind him. You know the provocative way guys on the make stand on street corners and back-alleys as if they're waiting for a girl-friend or something but you know they're just waiting for you to come along. I approached him with a smile but he looked at me with the same sultry look he'd worn at the stables.

"Hi," I said, "I'm Barry."

As he didn't immediately acknowledge my greeting I almost said something like 'what are you doing in this neck of the woods?' or 'lost your horse' or something dumb like that. I mean we were pretty much off the beaten track. Just as well actually as things turned out.

"I'm Dirk," he said eventually. End of conversation.

The sun was filtering through the trees and I asked him if I could take a few pictures of him.

"What are you going to do with them?" he asked.

Once again I almost said something dumb like 'jerk off I suppose' but fortunately didn't.

"I don't know. I just take photos for the fun of it. Do I have to have a reason?"

"I don't like having my photograph taken," he said. " It embarrasses me."

I was beginning to feel pretty embarrassed myself. His body was coming on strong but his attitude was giving me no encouragement at all. I couldn't understand it.

"Guess I'm shy," he said, just when I was going to turn and walk away.

"You don't look shy," I said before I could stop myself.

"You don't look gay," he replied.

That took the wind out of my sails a bit and my dick sank to half-mast.

"You can take a few," he added. "If I like them I'll let you continue."

Now what did that cryptic remark mean exactly I wondered. I decided to ignore it.

And so our horny photo session began. It took all of forty-five minutes for me to get the shots and the reaction I wanted but it was a good lesson in how perseverance pays. And the lure of the lens of course. At first getting his dick out of his pants was like getting blood out of a stone but eventually he got a little shutter-happy and let it all hang out. I was shooting against the light and there were some nasty shadows which normally I would never have let get away but I was afraid to move him from his perfect position and the chiaroscuro effect gave him an extra allure. Not that he needed one. The air fairly rustled like the leaves in the trees with the erotic static we created between us.

I forgot to tell you that he was wearing a tight grey singlet which was as sexy as sin and jeans with a big buckle at the belt. I showed him the first shots and he approved. How could he not. They were hot. As I knew they would be. He lifted the singlet a bit and I saw a nice set of abs. Unfortunately, I also saw a pair of hideous shorts. They had thick elastic and were a bilious green colour. But I was so excited by now that I would have worn them myself just to be where his dick had been. I asked him to put his thumb inside the elastic and lower them a fraction so they'd be less noticeable.

"Bet you'd like to do that for me," he said.

"I'd like to put more than my thumb down there," I replied.

"You can look but don't touch," was his answer to that.

Real dumb dialogue but I knew we were turning each other on. Also the green did kind of go with the trees and the leaves and stuff. I found myself wondering what those merry men got up to in the days of Robin Hood. Somebody should write a book and call it 'Tales my mother never told me.'

"Lift your vest a little bit with the other hand," I told him.

"My what?"

"Sorry, I was raised in England. They speak a different language there."

But his body language was international and he knew exactly how to make it talk. And exactly what I wanted. He did as I asked. One glance at his nips and I really freaked out. They were out of this world. Just the kind I like to nip at and suck and nibble and generally nourish myself on. And he'd only shown me one of them. It was all I could do not to descend on him and give my mouth a meal but he'd begun to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans and get down to the bare essentials. His dick and his butt were just as mouth watering as his nipples and I tell you man I certainly did some watering myself. Mouth and dick drooling. He looked just like Pan and I wanted to pan in on him and play on his pipes. He however had other ideas.

"Want me to jerk off?" he asked.

I swallowed. "You know I do. Why ask?"

"It turns me on if you ask."

"I'm turned on enough for both of us."

"Say it."

I looked at the tight fist grasping the pylon of his thick dick.

"Please jerk off for me." I said.

And he did. Slowly but surely. All down his inside leg.

"Come and clean up your mess," he said, like I was a dog or something.

"I thought you told me I could look but not touch."

"I said nothing about not licking me."

So I got down on all fours and licked his boner.

After all it was an open invitation. And so was his ass.

By now I was as hard as a piece of rock candy and wanted to show him who had the upper hand. His ass on the other hand was as smooth as pumice stone. As if all the horse riding had worn the hairs off it. It was so fucking smooth! Or maybe I should have said smooth for fucking. Although, to tell the truth, we had a bit of a bumpy ride in the middle of that wood and I made him buck and whinny like an untamed colt. I really broke him in. Broke his butt too.

"Wow... woooe... easzeeee... gee... fucking hell... geee... zuss... fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck me... fuckkkkkkk!!!!" he cried as he grabbed hold of the trunk of the tree for support.

So I rode him even harder and tortured his nipples and bit into his back and did my best to punish him with each thrust for each minute he'd made me wait. Then as he shuddered to a climax beneath me I came long and strong. Erupted would be a better word. I overflowed his ass and thighs and he fell like an autumn leaf before me. I'd really fucked the stuffing out of him.

"Man, that was awesome," he said after he'd got his breath back.

"Teach you for being such a cock-teaser," I said wiping myself down with his bilious green shorts.

But I'd really enjoyed the ride and I knew he had too. Nothing talks louder than body language.

I took him home for a shower and a beer and we fucked around a bit more. My bathroom is pretty small. Not much bigger than a large cupboard actually but there's a full-length mirror which gives the place an extra dimension. Especially when you're sharing the shower with someone else. As we fucked and sucked, I was reminded of another underwear episode I had a few years ago when I was sharing my place with this college guy. Actually I only rented him a room and I didn't see much of him as he was always out balling some girlfriend or other or studying in his room. He had the greatest body as he worked out and also played for the college team. I had never seen him naked, or even with his shirt off, but his nipples speared his t-shirt and my dick tented my pants every time I saw them. On top of that there seemed to be a battle of the bulge going on, fore and aft, between his jeans and the ballast he had tucked inside them.

Of course I tried to be discreet as he'd been recommended to me by a colleague and I didn't want any out of school tales to get back to her. And Gary was pretty uptight and distant whenever we ran into each other in the kitchen or bathroom. Still it didn't take me long to get the hots for him even if he didn't let down his guard for over a month. If Dirk kept me dangling for forty-five minutes, Gary must have kept playing his cat and mouse game with me for at least forty-five days. As I said before I got hard almost every time I saw him but I tried not to get my hopes up as well.

The shit hit the fan - but in the nicest way - when I beat him to the bathroom one morning. He took the longest time in the bathroom. Most of it admiring that terrific body of his I presumed. On this one occasion I'd seen him go in and start shaving and then he must have forgotten something and gone back to his room. I slipped into the bathroom and stepped into the tub. My apartment is in a pretty old building and I never had the bathroom modernized. You step into the tub to have a bath or shower and there's a sink right next to it. That's it. The only redeeming feature is the full-length mirror which, as I pointed out, gives the bathroom some size. It gave me quite a few sighs too as whenever I fucked someone in the shower the mirror image was an extra turn on. By the way, there was no shower curtain. An important detail as it gave me an opportunity to show off my body to Gary. Particularly my dick which is my best feature.

Naturally I apologised to him when he arrived and told him to go on shaving. In the meantime while he lathered his face I lathered up my dick and balls and put on quite a show for him although I tried to act as natural as can be. After all we were two guys. I may be wrong but I'm sure I saw a faint glimmer of interest in those blue eyes of his. In fact, now I come to think of it, he must have been ready and willing for a long time but just didn't know how to manifest it. So I manifested it for him. He told me he was in a hurry as he was late for one of his lessons. I told him he could save time by stepping into the shower with me. There was plenty of room for both of us. He put his hand up to protest and I dragged him over the porcelain threshold and was sucking his nipples and rubbing soap into his butt before he could say another word. Actually I exaggerate a bit as his Calvins were a bit of an impediment at the beginning but they did play their part in adding grist to my mill of a mouth. His nipples had already whet my appetite and his piece of meat was even more appetizing as it took shape in his wet underpants and grew even larger when I got it in my mouth.

"OOhhhh" he groaned as everybody, including straight boys, usually do when they get to know what my mouth is all about and what it can do to them. "OOOOOhhhh" he repeated getting his dick as far down my throat as I could manage. Then I came up for air and flicked the tip of my tongue in and out of his foreskin and made him moan some more. There were no more protests about being late for school. All the time I was working his butt with my hands and using the soapsuds to help my fingers gain entrance. He groaned and moaned and made other appreciative noises so I knew I was on the right track. To take his mind off that fact I was intent on getting halfway up his ass, I licked and sucked and nibbled at his nipples until he fairly swooned with the pleasure. As I said before, nothing talks louder than body language. That combined with the tips of my fingers playing cadenzas on his love button had him grovelling before me, begging to be fucked. In fact he actually said it. You could have knocked me down with a fuck-feather.

"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried like the wanton butt slut he was underneath all that straight boy stuff.

"Turn round and put your leg on the sink." I said.

He did as he was told. Not that he had much choice. My foraging finger was spurring him on. His butt was gorgeous. No other word for it. Like a full moon with muscles.

I fucked him good with my finger and then substituted it with something much larger. This time he roared like a mountain lion, although technically speaking I was the one doing the mounting.

This spurred me on too and I entered the fray like one of Shakespeare's characters. You know, "once more unto the breach dear friends" or something like that. One's memories of childhood studies get rather fuzzy when you're fucking the boy of your dreams. Especially when their king- size balls are slapping up against you. The only problem was that, strong as he might have been on the football field, he couldn't take the full brunt of my dick and so he needed something more substantial to lean on. I tipped him over the edge of the bath so he could use the floor for support and really plowed into him. He raised his ass and I sank into it. It was a fabulous moment. Or moments. Watching the blond bangs falling over his forehead as I banged him was a real event. I was so grateful for that mirror. And his ass of course. As you can imagine, it was tight at first but soon loosened up. In fact it gaped open, together with his mouth, and his eyes rolled back in his head as I gave him the experience of a lifetime. Then it tightened up again as his ass cheeks clamped down on my dick. "Wow! Oh man! Oh fuck! Fuck! Stop, stop!" he cried like they all do sooner or later. "I can't take it any more!" Then, "Oh man ...oh fuck, fuck, fuck .... I'm going to cum ..... don't stop ...I'm gonna shoot." And he did. All over the bathmat.

I'd been hoping to eventually fuck him on his back so he could cover me with his cum and I could kiss him on his fabulous full-lipped mouth. But that came later. For the moment I'd made him too excited and, after all, it was his first time. But definitely not his last. He moved out of his room and into my bed very soon afterwards. And that's the way things stayed for over a year until he left college. And we had a real cumfest almost every night. You could have whitewashed the room with what we produced between us.

So as you can see, and probably almost smell, I've had my full share of dick juice in my time.

But please remember my advice.

Check your wardrobe, or closet, and make sure you've got the right kind of underwear.