Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 16:27:55 +0000
From: mick nylon shorts
Subject: Robert and the Nylon Briefs - Chapter 1

Disclaimer:  Do not read this story if you are under 18 years of age or this
type of material is illegal in your area.  The story below mentions a few
celebrities and musicians in passing, but I do not have any intention of
harming their reputation nor public image.  I do not know any of them,
either.  This story includes sexual activity of two males involved in
nylon-shorts-fetish sex; if this offends you, please don't continue to read
any further.  I'd like to thank another author for giving me the push I
needed to start writing!  So this is dedicated to you and the great material
you write!  And without any further disruption, please, enjoy the
literature!  It's my first attempt!


Robert

I had known him for three years, and still to this day, he was the most
alluring guy I had ever known.  Nobody else had ever left such an intense
physical and emotional impact on me.  He had hair like a gelled pitch black
midnight, eyes as blue as the ocean, a smile as bright as the sun but as
sharp as a blade.  His presence was so striking, that it would make even the
spirit of Alexander the Great bow down.  He was rebellious but intelligent.
He could laugh it up over something stupid and a second later, deliver the
wit of Kelsey Grammar.  To him, I was just a buddy to kick it with, to rock
out with.  To me, he was heaven.

He wore a black leather jacket alot - it was sort of his trademark.  He was
irresistible in whatever else he wore too, whether it was a simple thrown on
but stylish tight band shirt or a button down-collared and pressed cotton
shirt.  He usually wore black pants, whether emo cotton or stylish faded
denim; I think it was just his favorite color, really.  He liked the silver
metal chains, too.

We were kicking it over at his house one afternoon skipping class and
watching DVDs, when he pulled another random one from his collection and
popped it into the player.  He'd never tell me what he was putting on - he
always wanted to expose me to something new.  This one didn't start normally
the way the rest of the DVDs had done - we usually watched indie flicks,
like "Brick" with Joseph Gordon-Levitt or "A Home at the End of the World",
or documentaries on music, ranging from the likes of modern - Dashboard
Confessional - to vintage camp - like Madonna or even Cher.  Concerts of
various styles were prominent, too.

This film's credits were way too low-budget to be anything widely
recognized, but the more low-budget something seemed, the hipper it would
(usually) turn out to be.

Some dude in a soccer kit walked onto the camera and started to feel himself
up, all in the span of like 10 seconds.  Whoa, what the fuck was this?!  The
dude I often hung out with was watching porno right in front of me!

"You're into guys, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You'll like this."

I was already growing in my briefs from the action on the screen - I didn't
think he'd notice though - when his words caused a release of butterflies to
my stomach.  I knew he dated chicks, but apparently he was into guys as
well.  Gay porn?!

He started to rub himself through those black cotton trousers he was
wearing, his growing erection more clearly defined with each passing moment.
I couldn't help but stare.  His leather jacket and white shirt were still
on, and I so desperately wanted to see him with his cock out, jacking off to
the porn.

Yeah, we were entering a dangerous territory.  At least I hoped that's the
way we were headed.  As far as I knew, he just wanted to wank by himself.  I
mean, guy friends did that sometimes, right?  If one was horny, they might
pop in a porno, jerk off, and go back to doing whatever they were doing
before, right?

His head turned slowly and looked in my direction.  Desire was filling those
eyes; he smiled ever so slightly.  He wanted me.  Whoa.  What the hell was
this?!  The intensity in the room was so strong, so sharp, even the blade of
his smile couldn't cut through.

He slowly started leaning in my direction.  I couldn't believe this - what
had brought this behavior on?  He had never once in the past expressed a
verbal form of any attraction, thuogh a few friends of mine always thought
he was.  I chalked it up to wants, really.  I mean, he was usually with some
chick making out in the hallway.

He continued slowly to lean in my direction.  I honestly felt like I was
dreaming.  I closed my eyes, not wanting to wake up, when I felt his hand
slightly around the back of my neck and gently pull me into him.  I felt his
lips gently touch mine, electricity bursting through every nerve of my body.
I felt weak, shy.  I wanted to give into this man's every lust, every
want, every desire.  I was his.

I felt his tounge gently find the way past my lips, carefully exploring
every part of my mouth.  Mine met his, a dance of the tips, edging closer to
more intense tounge play.

Robert sure knew how to kiss.  I had never felt something so wonderful and
strangely inspiring as the taste of him.

I felt his hand caress the top of my soccer shorts.  He muttered so lightly
in my mouth, "I can't resist you in these anymore. You're so fucking hot,
you know that."

I couldn't have been more surprised.  I moaned in response.  The guy who was
the center of my every emotional need, of my every sexual craving, was here
rubbing my crotch on his living room couch.

I wanted to tell him he was beautiful.  I wanted to express how the thought
of him kept me up at night.  The thought of him distracted me from my
studies, from anything relatively important to my future.  He inspired me to
write music about him - or something he did or said or acted like or
feelings he conjured inside of me - emotionally and sexually.  And here he
was, and here I was, giving into him.

He slowly climbed on top as we both moved into more comfortable lying
positions on the couch.  I opened my legs a little wider as his hand
continued to rub my mound; I had never experienced anything like this
before.  It was purely electric.

He started kissing down the nape of my neck, his second hand now on my
shoulder.  I felt both of his hands swiftly move to the bottom of my shirt
and pull it up quickly over my head - the first quick motion of the entire
encounter.  Everything previous had somehow felt slow motion.  His hand
returned almost immediately to the red soccer shorts I was sporting,
fondling the package held inside.  For the first time, I let my hand go and
found it moving it's way to the fly on his trousers.  I let the hand pull
the fly down slowly, enjoying the desire to see what was inside.  His hand
grabbed my hand, and he whispered, "I want you to do your work, whatever it
is you plan on doing, with my briefs on.  I like it that way."

The concept was new to me, but seemed really interesting.  I wondered what
he had wanted me to do.  I'd do anything for him.

An honest, undoubtfully beautiful grin painted itself on the canvass of his
face - I could just feel him searching my eyes was for approval and that he
found exactly what he was looking for.

I reached slowly for the lowered fly of his trousers and brought it all the
way down.  I unfashioned the button, and as his hips rose slightly, I pulled
those black cotton pants down some.  He kicked off his shoes and I could
tell he wanted his pants gone.  I pulled them off of him, but all the while
feeling his legs during the removal process.  His skin was so soft.

My right hand was finding it's way back to his black nylon briefs, when he
asked me to put on another pair of his nylon underwear with the soccer
shorts on top.  I was finding this strangely but seriously strongly
arousing; I told him to stay put and I'd go pick out a pair from his room.
I had been to his house a million times (and borrowed a couple pairs of
clothes in the past from sleeping over), so I had no trouble or issue
finding my way into his room.  I opened the top dresser drawer of the oak
shrunk, and right there was where I found all of his boxers and briefs.  I
ran my finger across the silkyness of the some of the nylon fabrics
enclosed, that were sort of hidden underneath the cotton boxers and briefs,
and after about 30 seconds, I had made my choice.  I slipped my soccer
shorts off, took my superman silk boxers off, and put on a pair of his
underwear - you'll find out soon enough what I picked.  I took off my shirt
as well.  I wasn't sure why, but I just wanted to feel it gone.

I slipped back into the soccer shorts, with a terribly obvious bulge, and
made my way back to the living room where he was waiting.  I couldn't
believe how excited this nylon-material-underwear was making me.  It was
like a whole 'nother level of kink I had within me was becoming unleashed,
an aspect of who I am as an individual and what I enjoy personally being
revealed to me by someone I care for.  I had never in my life been so
sexually excited and so intellectually stimulated at the same time.

"You have no idea how horny you're making me," I said.  He grinned from ear
to ear.

I sat down next to him on the couch again, and he reached out and pulled me
into another kiss, more aggressively this time.  After quite a few moments
of steamy tounge action, I started to nibble down his neck.  My left hand
was on the back of his head, pulling very slightly at his hair.  I had read
somewhere that those nerves released tons endorphins in males, and I'm
guessing it was right.  He seemed to enjoy the soft pull.

He kept moaning deeply as I nibbled on his neck - the vibration on his
adam's apple was just too much.  I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, but
I reminded myself to slow down, to enjoy the experience.  I whispered out as
I continued south, "You're so fucking hot, you know that?  I want to jerk
you, to suck you, to see you cum all in these briefs."  Wow, where'd that
last thought come from?  And why was it so fricking hot?

He moaned in response, and I couldn't resist.  Both my hands found their way
instantly on his briefs and started to rub.  I felt his essence through the
silky, shiny, sexy material, head to base, base to head.  I was soon jerking
him off slowly, and he threw his head back in obvious pleasure.  He was
truly enjoying this.

After a few moments, I started to pick up speed a little bit and slowly was
bring my head down in the direction of his underwear.  God he was so hot in
these.  I felt one of his hands land softly on the top of my head, guiding
my head quicker in the direction of his cock.  I arrived at his briefs
quickly, my tounge already coming out starting to lick.  As soon as I made
contact with the shiny black material, I heard him moan one of the sexiest
noises I had ever heard him make.  I continued to lick up and down the
shaft, enclosed in it's nylon prison.  I started to suck him off, and his
moans were picking up intensity and speed.

Suddenly he pulled my head back with both hands and said, "I've got to feel
you up. Now."

In less than a second, he pounced on me and started fondling my cock that
was inside the red soccer shorts.  His throat echoed this sexy growl, and
his second hand found it's way up one of the leg's and started fondling me
under the shorts.  After a few minutes of this, he begged to pull the soccer
pair down and to see what I was wearing underneath.

He growled, "you're so fucking hot in these", as he pulled the soccer shorts
down, and he practically fainted when he saw I was wearing his red nylon
briefs.  "How'd you fucking know these were the ones I wanted you to cream
in?  I can't fucking resist you in red.  At all."

I was thrilled at the thought that this was a more than one time deal.  If
he had fantasized about me previously like this, then I just knew it wasn't
going to be an individual encounter - but more of a budding relationship.

He started incessitently jerking me off in his red-nylon briefs.  The
thought of wearing his underwear was so extremely exciting for me. I was
surprised by his next move, when he laid his crotch down on mine.  We
started jerking each other off together in one rhythm, filled with constant
friction, all in one unifying motion.  He then took hold of my hand over his
cock and brought the two together in their nylon-brief constraints.  He
started humping my crotch area in his nylon briefs, and I was really
enjoying the friction he was creating.  We were creating.  The moment was
getting so intense and I knew I was gonna cum really, really soon.  This was
just SO fucking hot.  I was just about to utter that out in words, when I
heard the deepest of moans come from his throat and he started to shoot his
load in his briefs.  It was too much for me and sent me over the edge - I
became lost in my orgasm too.  Shoot after shoot, it seemed to go on
forever, and I kind of wanted it to.  This was heaven, right here.

Before I realized it, we were collapsed together, him on top of me, panting
hard.  This was the best experience I had ever had, and even better than any
fantasy I had ever created over the idea of him.

He leaned in and started kissing me again, passionately.  I knew this was
going to be the start of something incredible.



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