Date: Thu, 29 May 2008 08:10:22 +0000
From: justin scott <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Teenboy Waiter's Bulging Briefs

TEENBOY WAITER'S BULGING BRIEFS - 2

By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

I did get off to sleep at last, and had a few hours uninterrupted by
dreaming, which surprised me.  It meant that I woke feeling fresh and ready
for anything.  After showering and breakfasting, I went for a stroll around
the town, deliberately heading in the opposite direction from Gilles's
auberge, as I wanted to save him up for the afternoon.  It was one of those
perfect early autumn days, a cloudless blue sky, warm but without the full
heat of the summer which I tend to find overpowering.  At the far end of
the town I found a clothes shop which had some of the sexy underwear which
as I have said ten years ago was much more available on the continent than
in England.  I spent a happy half hour there, and came away with several
purchases, including one or two things I planned to give to Gilles as a
little memento of our meeting.

I lunched in a bar, and then sat for an hour or so over a final cup of
coffee.  It was getting on for 2. 30 so I made my way back to the hotel and
had a quick shower and change, and then headed down to the car park where
we were to meet.  I sat in my car, and was immediately anxious when at 3.00
there was no sign of him.  By 3.15 I had given up, and although I was
bitterly disappointed I knew that I ought not to be surprised.  And then,
he arrived!  Hurrying through the side entrance of the car park, flushed
from running, he appeared.  I opened the passenger door, and he quickly got
in and sat down.  He wore pale blue jeans, and an incredibly sexy white
cotton muscle vest.

'Sorry, so sorry, my papa wanted to know why I was going out, and I had to
make excuse and say I meet a friend from my school.  So I had to go to
friend's house to explain, in case my papa see him later.'

I smiled.  'And how much did you tell your friend?'

It took a moment for Gilles to understand my question, and then he laughed.
'My friend is very good friend.  VERY good friend.  He understands.  He
like to meet you!'

'What, today?'  This sounded promising, but I wanted Gilles to myself this
afternoon.  On the other hand, the friend sounded like good value!

'No, not today.'

'What is your friend's name?'

'Luc'.  I liked that name.  Soft and sexy, horny and hard!!

'Yes, I would like to meet Luc very much.  Especially if he is a special
friend of yours.  How special a friend is he, Gilles?'

Again there was a pause, as he thought about what I had said.  'Oh, very
special.  Very special.'

'Is he a handsome boy, like you?'

Gilles laughed.  'Oh, I think so.  Anyway, I think that you will think him
handsome!'

It was my turn to laugh.  'Well, I look forward to meeting him, when you
can arrange it.  So where are we going now?'

Gilles gave me careful directions, and for twenty minutes or so my
attention was on the road.  We headed inland, down those straight Normandy
roads where you can drive for miles and see no other traffic, except
perhaps the occasional farm vehicle.  We kept turning down more and more
isolated roads, and then finally took a track towards woods.

He indicated a place to stop on the roadside.  I turned the engine off, and
looked across at him.  My impressions of the day before had not been
mistaken.  He was very cute, with that boyishness still of his years yet
edging towards manhood.  That muscle vest was so very enticing too, showing
his bare arms to perfection and clinging to his firm chest.  The nipples
pressed through.  'Look, Gilles, I've got you a little present.  To thank
you for yesterday'.  I pushed towards him the little package which they had
wrapped up for me in the shop.

He flushed, but I could see that he was delighted, and he started to untie
the silvery string, and then opened the little box.  Inside nestled two
pairs of the horniest briefs I had been able to find in the shop, a white
mesh nylon pair, not unlike my own, and a similar one in a cream colour.
Gilles leaned across and delicately gave me a little peck on the cheek, the
most affectionate of kisses.  'Thank you for my sexy present', he said.

I smiled.  'Gilles, that it nothing to the lovely present you are giving
me, just by being here.  But you'll have to be careful when you wear them',
I said, 'because of course they do not hide anything at all!'

'Yes.  I wear them for Luc, perhaps'.

'Ah, so Luc is that kind of special friend, is he?', I said teasingly.

Gilles nodded.  'Yes, but he does not wear things like this, or what you
wear, or me.  He wears the boring underwear'.

'How sad!' I said.  'Can't you persuade him to be a bit more daring?'

'Well, not so far.  Maybe' – he paused, trying to find the words –
'maybe we could show what it might be like'.  This sounded very exciting,
but I wasn't quite sure what Gilles had in mind.  At least, I wasn't sure
whether what I had in mind was what he had in mind!  I hoped it was.

'I enjoyed last night', I said, a bit tamely.

'Me too.  And I enjoy it now'.  Gilles was looking at me, his eyes soft and
gentle.  He turned a little in his seat, and I was very aware of the
charming prospect of the French boy's well-packed jeans, which he seemed to
present to me.  There was a moment of silence between us, a palpable
tension in the car.  He was waiting for something to happen.

I slid my hand across then and rested it on his thigh.  This afternoon he
was wearing pale blue jeans, and he parted his legs as soon as I touched
him.  I stroked his thigh affectionately, and then headed for his bulge,
and it was as lovely as it had been the day before as I made first contact
with the soft warmth of him.  His meaty bulge was not yet hard, but there
was a firmness and fullness to the boy's cock as it nestled under my hand,
and I cupped and gently squeezed him, and then gave a little rub to make
out the shape of him.  I had a little feel around, and the material of his
jeans slid easily over whatever he was wearing beneath them.  And then I
knew that we both wanted to do it right there, in the car.  I was already
hungry to see him spurt his delicious hot spunk, but this time I wanted to
take the lad gradually towards orgasm.  I looked forward to releasing his
glistening pearly head from the sheath of his foreskin, and lapping the
milky dew of his precum while massaging his heavy balls within the confines
of his skimpy briefs.

My own cock stirred in the black micromesh briefs which I had treated
myself to at the shop earlier, and which I wanted to christen with Gilles.
I was like a teenager again myself, inpatient to know what he had under his
jeans.  I wanted to slip my hand inside, and work that enticing meaty
bulge, play with his boyish cock as it hardened in whatever skimpy briefs
he had chosen to wear.  And I could not be more delighted when, in turn, he
placed his hand on my thigh.  I pushed my legs wide open, stretching the
fabric of my black jeans across my crutch, thrusting my bulge outwards, and
sure enough his hand was over me in an instant.

'Here, or in the back seat?' I whispered.  'Will anyone come?'

'No, it is very quiet here.  We are safe.  There is more room back there, I
think', and he indicated the back of the car.  We got out at once, and
opened the rear doors and settled into the single bench seat.  He nestled
up against me, which was really sweet, and the warmth of the boy pressed
through his white vest.  But then I turned him gently round so that we
faced each other more, and leant forward and kissed those lovely full lips
which had so struck me the first time I had seen him in the restaurant.  He
kissed back, and we spent several moments like that, before my hand began
to wander once more and returned to his thigh.  He parted his legs for me,
and I did the same, hoping that he would want to explore me too.  Sure
enough, his hand rested on my leg, and began to creep upwards to my crutch.

I found the catch to his jeans and flicked it open, then tugged at the top
of the zip and inched it down.  I didn't want to remove the jeans any
further yet, but intended slipping my hand inside and exploring the bulge
of his briefs.  I needed to give him a good feeling up, to enjoy the heat
of the teenager's cock and enjoy the shape of his growing hard-on and the
fat fullness of his balls.  I looked down at him.  His white vest had
pulled up, showing the perfect flat stomach, and through the unfastened
jeans the top of his soft pubic curls peeked about the waistband of his
briefs.  This boy was good!  The briefs were nylon again, pale blue, and
seemed to shout out 'feel me up'!

 'Good boy, just relax and let's take plenty of time over this'.  I leant
forward once more to kiss him.  As our lips met, I slid my hand inside the
jeans and over the front of his nylon pants, and the mound of his young
cock filled my hand.  'Mmm, that's very nice', I whispered, and he sighed
as I started to feel and press the warm package, so wonderfully meaty and
firm.  Gently I worked on him, stroking and caressing, easing his cock
towards the fullness of his erection, containing him within the confines of
the nylon pouch.  The cock moved easily beneath the thin blue nylon, and I
lightly rubbed the shaft with the flat of my palm, working the full length
from root to tip, beginning to ease the foreskin back and forth under the
silky material.  I knew that this would be feeling wonderful for him, but I
was anxious not to edge him too soon towards his orgasm.

'I would like that too' I whispered, more in hope than expectation.  At
once he responded, his hand reaching towards my fly and with surprising
skill unbuckling my belt before undoing the catch of my black jeans.  Then
he unzipped me, slowly but surely, and in went his hand, sliding inside my
jeans and down towards my straining briefs.  The nylon micromesh was
incredibly comfortable even when, as now, it was trying to contain my
burgeoning erection.  I knew that Gilles would like the feel of the soft
nylon against my cock, and the first warm drops of my precum was beginning
to ooze into the mesh.

It was just incredible, having this handsome teenage boy in the back of the
car, his hand in my open fly and gently cupping my nylon bulge.  So now we
both hand our hands on each other's mounds, and he followed my example by
stroking along the length of my erection, and down as far as my balls.  The
tightness of my briefs meant that the wet tip of my cock almost peaked out
from the top, but somehow the micromesh managed to contain it within the
wisp of nylon.  He rubbed and caressed me, working my cock and seeming to
enjoy the perhaps new experience of mutual masturbation with a guy older
than himself.  For me it was heaven!

We lay like that side by side for some minutes, occasionally closing
together for a kiss, and constantly massaging each other's bulges.
Gilles's briefs were now getting quite moist from his precum which I worked
insistently from the boy's cockhead, and my micromesh pouch was almost as
juicy.  The warmth of his briefs was really horny, his hot young cock
throbbing feverishly in the hugging nylon.

'Let's get our jeans off, but leave our briefs on a bit longer', I
suggested.  'I want to see your big cock in them'.  I also wanted to have
some bulge play, but I saved that up for a moment.  He reached out and
pushed his jeans down his thighs, and I also removed my jeans.  I gazed at
the vision by my side.  Gilles lay back, his white vest pulling slightly
upwards, and the tight pale blue nylon briefs were now fully exposed,
barely able to contain the fullness of his meaty fat cock and spunk-filled
balls.  There was a large wet patch at his cockhead.

I was breathing quite heavily.  'Touch yourself through your briefs, while
I watch'.  Gilles smiled indulgently at me for a moment, and then his hand
went to his crutch and he started slowly to stroke his cock through the
pale blue nylon, and then seemed to forget he was doing it to order and
began to enjoy it.  His lips parted, and he licked them, and began to moan,
and spread his legs wider, and worked his hard young cock through the
stretched briefs.  He looked down at himself, watching as the wet patch
spread wider as the silky precum flooded from his tip.

My own cock was desperate for attention too.  The black micromesh hid
nothing, but I resolved to wait a few moments longer before moving to the
next stage.  I loved the way in which Gilles was beginning to lose himself
in his own erotic pleasure, the feel of the hot wet nylon stretching
against his shaft clearly exciting him wildly.  He found a way of making
the nylon taut against his cockhead, so that the wet tip was agitated by
his light stroking, and the foreskin pulled back enough to ensure maximum
pleasure against the sensitive knob.  He moaned loudly during his wanking.

I intervened again.  'Good boy, but slow down or that hot creamy cum will
arrive too soon!  I want you to wait just a bit longer'.

He nodded, and took his hand from the front of his briefs.  Now I wanted to
feel the nylon-covered cock of the teenager pushing against my own.  'Come
closer', I said.  'Let's press our hot briefs together'.  He edged forward
on the seat, and so did I, and then our bulges came together, nylon on
nylon, pale blue on shimmering black micromesh.  I sighed as the firmness
of him met the resistance of my own throbbing packet.  Instinctively, we
began to grind gently together, our cocks engaging through nylon, our
precum transferring from brief to brief.  It was extraordinary erotic, and
the atmosphere was highly charged.

'Oooh, yeah, that feel's so good' I muttered.  'Your cock is so big, and so
wet!'

'I like too', Gilles murmured.  'I am never doing anything like this
before.  I love to do more'.  Perhaps mine is a rather unusual taste, but
to me there is nothing sexier than extended foreplay in briefs.  To achieve
perfection, I need two further ingredients.  The briefs should be nylon,
the soft, sheer variety.  And if they are being worn by a teenager who
enjoys it as much as I do, then I ask for nothing more.  It seemed that I
had reached that perfect state that afternoon, for here was a horny teenboy
actually asking for more cockfun in his pale blue nylon briefs.

With our bulge-play in progress, I slid my hand between us and reached
downwards into the top of his briefs, just in order to brush the his tangly
bush of soft hair.  My fingers reached lower, within the briefs, and I
encountered the lovely downy crown, more virgin forest than jungle, and
after stroking its soft warmth I began my more intrusive invasion.  Even as
our bulges still pressed against each other, my hand pushed further into
his horny briefs and reached his cock.  The tip was facing upwards, and
with my thumb I smeared the precum that was still emerging across the
cockhead.  He wriggled with the sensitivity of my touch.  Then I pulled
back a little, so that we could both look downwards and see my hand working
on his engorged dick within the blue nylon.

'I will do this too', he announced, and his hand touched the front of my
black micromesh thong.  We could both see my meaty cock clearly through the
mesh, quivering with excitement in the very damp nylon pouch.

'Yes, your turn Gilles', I urged.  Please feel my cock for me'.  He pushed
his hand inside my briefs, and it touched my hot cock, the briefs juicy
from precum.  I moaned as the boy's hand grasped my erection.

Then I asked the crucial question.  'Would you like to cum in your briefs?
I would love to see your hot cum fill up those blue pants.'

He did not hesitate for an instant.  'Yes, but you too' he said.  I needed
no urging.  New as they were, I could think of no more perfect first outing
for my micromesh briefs than to pump my spunk into them for this lovely
boy.  I found it hard to believe that he was only just seventeen – he
seemed so knowing.

We were now gently wanking each other off, hands inside briefs.  The feel
of his blue nylon sliding against my knuckles as I agitated his shaft,
drawing the foreskin back and forth on each stroke, was electric.  I think
he was similarly excited.  Certainly he was masturbating me with incredible
sensitivity and subtlety, alternating between the full length of my cock,
then some delicate attention to my tingling knob, and occasional dips down
to massage my cum-heavy balls.  He was fully in control of the situation,
and seemed to know how to bring me close to orgasm and then make me hold
back.

'I'm nearly there', I whispered.  'You?'  I knew that he was very close,
but wanted to hear him say it.

'Oh, oui, yes, yes, I am so so close.  I love it.  It is so, how do you
say, horny.'

'Horny, yes indeed.  You are such a sexy young stud.  I just love the feel
of your young cock in my hand, and the warmth of your briefs, and these few
last moments before you shoot your hot cumload into them.  I want to watch
as they fill up with your creamy white boyspunk.  And I want to cum at the
same time.  We will fill our tight pouches with our hot ball juice'.

'Mmm, oui, that is so nice.  I am so close to the end.  Mmmm, so good'.  He
was gasping slightly.

'Oh Gilles, come on now, shoot your young spunk for me, now'. I watched the
lad as he teetered on the edge of orgasm, and waited for that last moment
when he would tense, lift himself slightly from the car seat, and surrender
to the ecstasy of climax.  It was not far away, another fifteen seconds or
so I guessed.

I increased my wanking rhythm on his cock, swiftly frigging the shaft with
light feathering strokes, his knob glistening and released from the sheath
of his foreskin.  Then at the last moment my hand came out of his briefs,
and continued to rub his cock from the outside.  That was it.  His back
arched gently, he tensed, gasped, and with a long sigh which turned into a
moan, he started to pump the pulses of thick white spunk into the tight
pale blue nylon briefs.  He had continued to wank me off until his
involuntary surrender to his own orgasm, when he removed his hand from my
pouch.  Then, as I watched him release the first pulse of boycum into his
briefs, I could hold back no longer, and with a last shudder and loud groan
I flooded my black micromesh briefs with the most incredible orgasm which
seemed to last an age, several wads of thick creamy spunk all contained for
a few seconds within the nylon until the volume of the load began to force
itself through the delicate mesh.  As I gazed lovingly on the joy of the
teenager's orgasm, I could see him watching amazed at the sight of my cock,
clearly visible in the transparent mesh, pounding out its cumload, and then
the stark contrast of my white spunk against the vivid black of my nylon
thong.  As for me, the intense pleasure of the climax was doubled by the
sensation of filling up my briefs with my cum.  The nylon clung to my knob
end, my foreskin pulled back, and the sensitive tingling of the material
against my tip was incredible as the wads of spunk were forced through it.

And then, much to my surprise, Gilles leant forward and kissed me, full and
hard, and as our cocks began to relax within our cum-heavy briefs I found
my eyes filling with tears.  It was not the first time that I had had a boy
in similar circumstances, introducing him to cockfun and bulge play, but
never before had I experienced such generous and genuine affection once the
act was over.  This boy was special, more a lover than a lay.

I had brought things to clean up with, and after a few minutes of lying
there, the heady odour of our cum filling our nostrils, we discarded the
spunk-sodden briefs and I passed him a towel.  'Just as well you have my
present.  Now you can wear one of those pairs to go home in!'.  He smiled
and nodded, and chose the cream mesh thong which I had bought for him.  I
slid into another pair of my white mesh.

We headed back towards the town, both of us thoughtful and quiet.  Then
Gilles spoke.  'You come to the restaurant tomorrow?'

'Would you like me to?'

'Of course.  At night time.  And I will ask my friend Luc to come.  You
will like him'.

'Not as much as I like you, I think'.

'I hope not!  But you will be leaving soon, yes?'

'In two or three days, yes'.

'After you are gone I want to do things with Luc that we have done.  Will
you show him?'

'What do you mean?'

'He can watch us, maybe'.  Gilles blushed, but then grinned.  'That would
be horny, yes?'

'Well, yes, but it depends what you have in mind!  I realise that the
French invented the word "voyeur", but it is an unusual taste in one so
young!'  He took a moment to take in what I had said, then smiled broadly.
I went on.  'And Luc must be very special to allow his boyfriend to, well,
to watch him indulge himself with somebody else'.

'I think you will like him, yes.  Maybe we go back to your hotel after?'

I had visions of the hotel management noting the procession of boys who
appeared to be making their way to my room, but quickly dismissed it.
'Sure, if you think that's a good idea.  I don't want to spoil things
between you two.'

'It will be nice for Luc, I think'.

Somehow I wasn't sure that 'nice' was quite the right word, but I let it
go.  'Do you think that Luc will join us in the fun?'  I was hoping he
would.

'I think so, oui, when he sees what it is like.  You I think will find a
way to, how do you say, tempt him'.

It was sounding promising, if decidedly bizarre.  But if Luc was half the
sexy creature that Gilles had already turned out to be, I thought I
couldn't go far wrong.

'Do you think that Luc can be persuaded to wear something interesting, you
know, underneath the jeans?'

'I think so, yes.  I tell him.  Or maybe shorts, or the swimsuit, speedos,
yes?'

'Oh yes, that will do very nicely, thanks!'  I was suddenly very hungry for
tomorrow's dinner, and for the after-supper entertainment.

Encouraging comments always welcome!  If you want to write a story with me
about lads in briefs or shorts, bulge play, nylon fun, suggest some
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