Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2008 07:53:04 +0000
From: justin scott <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: TEENBOY WAITER'S BULGING BRIEFS - 3

TEENBOY WAITER'S BULGING BRIEFS - 3

By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

And so we reach the final part of this little French adventure, gentle
reader!  My first two sessions with Gilles had been so incredible, not
least because they had been so unexpected.  I had not been looking out for
any fun.  Instead, this young French waiter had served himself up, as it
were, on a plate.  But now I only had one full day left before I was due to
return to Waterloo on the Paris Eurostar (remember, I am talking about 10
years ago, before the new Charing Cross terminal had opened up).  After our
hot session in the back of my hired car, Gilles had suggested that on my
last evening I should return to the restaurant where he would introduce me
to his boyfriend, Luc, who according to Gilles was shy but sexy.  Gilles
had this idea that we should go back to my hotel room and let Luc watch us
getting it on, and take it from there.  It all sounded a bit crazy to me,
with a high degree of risk.  Luc might be seriously un-turned-on, which
would spoil things for Gilles later, and I would be left high and dry on my
last evening when all I really wanted was one last chance to have fun with
this lovely boy who seemed to like nothing better than some serious cockfun
in tight nylon briefs.

But I had confidence in Gilles.  He might only have been 17, but he was
worldly-wise.  If he thought that a bit of initial voyeurism might do it
for Luc, then that was fine by me.  If Luc did remain a passive spectator
through the evening, I could cope with that.  I would be perfectly happy
devoting my full attention to Gilles alone.  On the other hand, the idea of
a session with two teenagers, already boyfriends and eager to experiment,
had something very enticing about it.

I didn't appear at Gilles's restaurant until after 9, which was the time he
suggested.  As on the first evening, it was pretty quiet there, though a
few tables were occupied.  He grinned as he saw me come in, and led me to
the table I had had before.  Luc, I saw, was already in place.  To say that
he was a distraction is putting it mildly.  He was not cute like Gilles,
who just made me want to drool, but Luc was seriously sexy.  He had a
sensuality about him which more than made up for his lack of pretty-boy
features.  Both boys were dark, but resemblances seemed to end there.  Luc
was exceptionally handsome, the kind of boy that most girls would get damp
over.  I found it hard to believe that he was shy, but maybe he was just
more cautious than Gilles.  Maybe he was still uncertain about his
sexuality.  Maybe he was not wholly gay?  All of that appealed to me.

We sat together, but conversation was difficult.  There was obviously the
shared knowledge of the reason that had brought us together -- the unspoken
awareness of a hotel room awaiting us all later on -- and that made things
a little awkward.  But the real problem was language.  I have some French,
enough to get me through business conferences, but which is not terribly
useful when it comes to chatting up French teenage boys or putting them at
their ease.  Gilles was involved in serving not just us but the other
tables too, and though his English was surprisingly good, left on his own
Luc could hardly utter a word.  Perhaps it was just nerves or this famous
shyness.  Perhaps the idea of this evening was beginning to feel like a
terrible mistake to him.  As for me, I really wanted it to work now.  This
young dark boy-hunk at my table was so desirable.  But I have forgotten to
mention the one thing that I noticed even before I sat down, and even
before I had properly registered just how sexy Luc was.  He was wearing a
pair of the briefest running shorts I have ever seen, cut really high up
the thigh, in a pale pink -- yes, seriously -- nylon, I'm certain -- of the
kind that made it hard to resist dropping a fork in order to bend down to
fetch it, so that I might try to look up the legs.  I just knew that if I
could manage to get a peek, I would be staring right up into the glorious
secrets of his bulging crotch.  There was no way in which those shorts
could have hidden it!

Anyway, that didn't happen.  But from the very outset it did mean that I
had something very promising to look forward to, and that even if Luc did
nothing else that night but sit and watch as I wanked Gilles's delicious
young cock, I was determined that I was going to get my hand inside his
shorts.  I don't think I had seen a pair so dangerously tempting on one so
young.

Somehow the meal passed.  A kind reader of the first part of this story
wrote to me the other day to ask what the food on the first night had
consisted of -- he likes those kind of details.  I could not tell you what
we ate on this second occasion.  I have wiped it from my memory.  I am only
conscious of everything that followed, of the sweet taste of young cock and
of silky precum.  There, my memory is faultless, and I only hope I can
recapture the detail for you, every damp, tingling moment!  As I recall it
I seem to relive the excitement, but I don't want to exaggerate it.  It
really was as good as I hope it will sound.

I insisted on paying for both us, saying to Luc that he was my guest.  It
was only then that I realised that Gilles didn't want either of us to pay,
that he had arranged this as a present for me.  'Because you gave me one
yesterday'.  Yes, I had given him some tantalisingly sexy nylon briefs,
bought locally, and he had promised he would wear a pair tonight.  I began
to wonder what he had managed to persuade Luc to put on, beneath the
fabulous shorts I mean.  Was there something even more delicious underneath
them?  Apart from one helluva big fat cock.  Because I was in no doubt at
all that Luc was going to be very gifted in that area.  I'm not worried
about size normally -- it's not what you've got but what you do with it --
but I just knew that in Luc's case the most fantastic young dick lay
nestling underneath the pale pink shorts, and might just turn out to be a
bit of a monster.

By the time we left the restaurant was closing, which meant of course that
Gilles was free to come too.  There was no sign of anyone on the desk in
the reception of my hotel, so I ushered the boys quickly up the stairs and
into my room.  As we walked along the street, the two boys chatting quietly
in French to each other, something had begun to occur to me, and by the
time we were in my room it had become something of an obsession.  Gilles
had talked all along of how Luc might be drawn into the fun by watching as
Gilles and I began to play around a bit.  Although that sounded very
exciting to me, I had doubted whether it would work.  But now I found that
I was wanting to take on the voyeur role for myself.  The idea of watching
as those two beauties caressed each other, with Gilles, undoubtedly the
more experienced in the kinds of things that turned me on, perhaps
exploring the secrets of Luc's extraordinary shorts, and as Luc himself
unzipped his boyfriend's jeans to find the nylon bulge within, all of these
thoughts filled me with intense excitement.  I wouldn't want to stay in the
passive role for long, but watching them enjoying themselves seemed like
fun.

There were the usual few moments of awkwardness, so I decided I had to take
control, and I walked up to Gilles and took him in my arms.  He readily
obliged, and we had a nice kiss, not too horny, just affectionate and quite
tender.  Luc sat down on a chair and watched us.

'I thought you were looking very tempting as you served us', I said.  'At
times, I wanted to eat you and not what was on my plate'.  I felt that I
had gone into porn film mode, and I hoped that Luc would follow what I was
saying.

Gilles laughed, and Luc seemed to be smiling, but I didn't want to look too
closely, because I was aware of what Gilles had said about putting on a
show for him, and so I thought that I ought to try to pretend he wasn't
there.  It was not that his presence inhibited me, far from it, but I was
worried that if he thought I was scrutinising his every response he would
clam up.  I managed to ignore Luc enough to realised as I kissed Gilles
that I was going to miss this boy badly.  In our two days together
something strong had grown up between us, and I knew that I was going to
have to find some way of staying in touch with him.  I just hoped that he
felt the same.

As on our first night, Gilles was wearing his waiter's outfit which did so
much for me, the white shirt and jet black trousers.  I slid my hand down
between us, over the front of his trousers, and stroked him there, having
enough presence of mind to turn us round enough to give Luc a good sideways
view of us so that he could see my hand at work.  May as well put on a good
show, I thought.

Gilles played his part well too, parting his legs slightly so that the
black trousers stretched tight at the front, pulling across the bulge that
I had grown to love so much.  I worked it gently, but not for long, because
I was much more interested in getting inside the trousers, opening them up,
so that Luc could see what his boyfriend was wearing underneath them.  I
was sure that he would be amazed at the skimpy nylon pouch, and the way in
which the cock and balls showed clearly through the thin micromesh.

We both turned then and stood side by side, facing Luc, giving him the best
possible show.  I reached down, unfastened the trousers and unzipped
Gilles, and at once they dropped to his feet.  He delicately stepped out of
them, having already slipped his trainers off.  As I had hoped, he was
wearing the white nylon bikini briefs which had been my present to him,
sparkling and sexy, and his growing bulge and the dark bush of soft boyish
pubes showed through fantastically.

I decided a bit of dirty talk might be fun, and hoped that Luc would pick
up some of the essentials.  'Mmm, Gilles, I love seeing your big cock in
those sexy little briefs.  I want to rub your warm package and feel those
big fat balls and that lovely hot cock as it gets bigger.  You are a
beautiful boy, and I need to feel you grow in my hand'.

I slid my hand over the front of that delicious shining bulge, and stroked
the youngster quite firmly, working the shape of his meaty boycock under my
palm.  The mesh briefs crackled slightly as they struggled to contain the
teenboy's burgeoning erection.  I glanced at Luc, who was now transfixed,
staring with mouth slightly open at the sight of his boyfriend's bulge
responding to the caresses of a stranger.

As I continued to stroke the young cockmound, Gilles swiftly undid the
buttons of his white shirt, and wriggled out of it.  He was naked now,
except for the skimpy brief and short white socks.  He bent his back
slightly, and thrust the bulging package forward, almost as a provocation
to Luc.  And sure enough, Luc responded.  He got up quickly from his seat
and approached Gilles, with one hand pushing me gently aside as if to
indicate that it was his turn.  The boys closed together, and kissed, and
it was my turn to watch as Luc's hand made contact with the snow-white
nylon mesh briefs, enjoying the contrast between the hardness of the cock
and the soft fabric of the sexy material.  I was delighted to see the first
drops of Gilles's precum spread its silky web from the oozing tip of his
knob.  They started the show that I had been looking forward to.

You must remember that Luc himself was looking fucking sexy, in those
incredibly short pale pink nylon shorts and white t-shirt.  I had been
waiting all evening to get my hands on them, and hoped that Gilles wouldn't
remove them before I had a chance to do a bit of exploring of my own.  But
I underestimated Gilles.  He knew exactly what I had in mind.  I had moved
out of Luc's way as he took over from me, and now stood behind him, so that
Gilles was looking at me.  He was smiling -- as who wouldn't be with a hunk
like Luc working your cock in your briefs -- and nodded once at me, and
with his hand pointed at Luc's shorts and then beckoned me forward.  He
didn't want me to stand and watch.  He wanted the three of us together.  He
wanted me to have a chance to discover the full delights of his boyfriend's
glorious cock.

As I approached, Gilles distracted Luc by kissing him hard, and I took my
opportunity.  I stood behind Luc and put my two hands on his tight bum
cheeks, firmly cupping them through the softness of his nylon shorts.  It
was a moment of heaven, feeling the resistance of the boy's flesh as he
began to press his own mound against Gilles's nylon package.  Just for a
moment he tensed, as he realised that the hands were mine, then relaxed
almost immediately, and I knew that I was being invited to continue.

I reached in front of Luc, slipping my hand between the pressing mounds of
the two teenagers.  Gilles obligingly pushed forward, so that his
nylon-trapped cock rubbed against my knuckles, and I began gently to feel
the solid bulge filling the front of Luc's pink shorts.  I had known that
this boy would be gifted down there, and was I right!  My hand could hardly
cover the bulge, which moved and throbbed beneath my fingers.  I pressed
and felt him, making out the shape and size, and realised that his hard
cock was going to be a good inch or two bigger than my own.  The balls
seemed fat and full too.  But what pleased me most, at this point, was that
I could tell that Gilles had prepared his boyfriend carefully for this
initiation.  Underneath the shorts, Luc was wearing something else.  And I
desperately hoped that it was what I believed it to be.  I needed to find
out.

'Luc, turn round' I said, urgently, and he obeyed.  The two boys stood side
by side, looking at me, Gilles smiling encouragingly to Luc, who was
breathing heavily. 'Gilles, would you help me by taking Luc's shorts off',
I said, and Gilles responded by reaching forward and easing the tiny pink
running shorts downwards.  Yes!!!! I had been right.  Beneath the nylon
shorts, Luc was wearing the other pair of mesh briefs which I had given to
Gilles the day before, the cream ones.  The ones, in fact, that Gilles had
put on to wear home after our hot spunk session in the car.  I wondered
whether Luc knew that his boyfriend's cock had already nestled in the soft
mesh of the briefs that he had been given to wear for me.

To see the two kids standing side by side in my hotel room in these skimpy
nylon briefs, their hard young cocks straining desperately for escape from
the transparent mesh, was stunning.  And Luc's incredible hard-on, what
must have been seven inches of stiff teencock, was ready to burst from the
sexy pouch.  Through the mesh I could see, much to my joy, that, like
Gilles, Luc too was uncut, and that his foreskin was gently retracting,
pulled back by the hugging nylon, and that his tip was already juicy from
precum.  It reared up, yearning to be touched.  I wanted its heat to fill
my hand, and to feel the thin nylon covering the hot hard shaft.

I stepped forward, and put a hand on each cock, rubbing their lovely young
knobs through the silky nylon briefs.  Once again they kissed as I caressed
them.  Much as I loved feeling the two of them like that, I had other plans
in mind.  I still wanted to see them work on each other, so I gently pushed
them towards the bed.  They lay down together, but I said to Gilles, 'no,
the other way.  Soixante-neuf -- oui?'

They both laughed at that, and at once Gilles reversed himself.  'Leave the
sexy briefs on', I said.  'Enjoy your bulges just as they are!'

Gilles knew exactly what I had in mind.  He lowered his mouth over his
boyfriend's creamy pouch, and flicked his tongue over the smear of precum
soaking through the nylon.  Then his took the sheathed cockhead into his
mouth, sieving the juice greedily through the material.  Luc responded in
kind, Gilles's juicy briefs giving up their precum generously.  I watched,
hardly daring to breath, as the two teenagers lay back sucking each other
off in their briefs.  Through the transparent mesh I could see every detail
of their glorious shafts being milked of every drop of syrupy precum.  The
noise of their dreamy suck-session was incredible, a mix of moaning and
slurping as they feasted on the delicate clear honey.

I now had a real dilemma.  Should I just carry on watching these two boys
until the inevitable climax of their frenzied orgasms, which might not be
that distant the way things were going, or should I re-introduce myself
into the action?  Either would be fantastic, to be honest.  At one level it
did not worry me at all that I might be a passive spectator, because to
watch these beautiful boys getting it on was a real privilege.  To be a
witness to the moment of their joint cumming, their mouths filling with the
thick loads of hot young boycream would be wild.  On the other hand, I knew
that I might not get another chance to explore Luc, and for all I knew I
might never see Gilles again either.  I really did not want to think too
much about that latter possibility just at that moment.

So it did not take me too long to decide that, even if it might interrupt
the natural flow of their love-making, I really could not resist the
self-indulgence of joining them again.  I knew that Gilles would not mind,
but I was less sure about Luc, who might resent my further attentions to
his boyfriend.  I realised that the thing to do was to start by giving him
all of my attention, to maximise his own pleasure.

I joined them on the bed, and at once Gilles surrendered Luc's throbbing
cock-packet to me.  He lay back and watched as I took over from him,
closing my mouth over the lovely juicy cock quivering within the
creamy-coloured nylon micromesh.  As I sucked the teenboy's dick, I also
slipped my fingers inside the back of the brief, and gently prodded at the
tight rosebud of his arse.  I worked the moist crack with a couple of
fingers, and then pushed a bit more firmly, and gently worked up into the
tight puckered hole.  Luc groaned loudly as I did so, but did not pull
away.  So next I began to roll him over on to his front, and knelt on the
bed above him.  I pulled at my t-shirt and got it over my head, and then
somehow managed to unzip my jeans which were straining with my hard-on.  I
whispered to Gilles, 'help me get my jeans off', and he managed to pull the
downwards to my feet.

I was wearing an identical nylon mesh brief to Gilles, one that I had
bought when I had got his present, and it was already very damp with
precum.  Gilles reached forward and stroked my over-excited bulge, and I
began to position myself over Luc's rump.

Again I whispered, not knowing if either boy would know what I was saying.
'Luc, I want to fuck your tight little arse.  I need to push my cock into
that warm crack and feel you gripping my cock.  God, your bum is so cute in
those briefs'.  I pulled the thread of nylon covering his crack to one
side, leaving them on but exposing the bud, and began to work his moist
hole with my fingers.  'Take my cock out, Gilles, please.  Slip it out of
my briefs'.  Gilles, obedient as ever, flipped my knob free from the sodden
nylon, and with my own hand I guided it to Luc's tempting opening.  My knob
glistened with precum, so I knew that I should slip in quite easily.  I was
at his rosebud now, made contact, gently pushed, and then harder, and I was
in.  The grip of his tight arse on my cock was incredible, and as I began
to fuck him he moved with me.

Gilles watched spellbound as I began to ride his boyfriend.  He sat by me
on the bed, and pushing his hand down his nylon pants slowly wanked himself
off in them as he now took on the role of voyeur.  Luc groaned with lust as
I drove deeper into the tightness of his boyhole, gripping my urgent cock
as he tried to urge the spunk from me.  I reached round into his briefs and
stroked the full length of his incredible shaft, his foreskin pulling back
as I wanked him, the cock sticky with his own lubricating precum.  The
pleasure was intensified for me my the sensation of my cock gliding against
the nylon pulled back from his arsehole, which agitated my shaft with every
stroke as I rode him.

I had not planned to fuck him.  My usual preference is for mutual wanking,
slowly stripping a boy down to his briefs and then delaying the orgasm for
as long as possible by sucking and bulge play, but there are rare moments
when that is not quite enough, when the combination of a big-cocked boy,
the way he fills out his briefs, and the suggestion that perhaps he is
unsure of his gayness makes me want to possess him even more fully.  This
was such a moment.  And curiously enough I wanted to fuck Luc as a
compliment to Gilles, as a way of thanking him for allowing me these
precious shared moments with his boyfriend.  I did not want to fuck Gilles
-- our relationship was altogether more delicate and personal, and possibly
had a future to it.  I knew there was no future with Luc, nor did I want
one.  I wanted this to be a one-off, pornographic fuck, to pump my cum into
his hot tight arse, and that would be it.  This big-cocked, handsome kid
would remember the night when his boyfriend's English friend had him, but I
would recall it only as something I did because Gilles had arranged it.

It did not take long.  I was over-excited, and after about two minutes I
began to slow my strokes and work towards orgasm.  I did not want to pull
out.  I wanted to feel my shaft squeezed by the tightness of the boy's hole
as I burst my spunk into him.  The moment approached, and I looked at
Gilles as he stroked himself off by me.  It was Gilles I was sharing this
moment with, and it was Gilles whose pleasure I wanted to share even as I
fucked his boyfriend's tight hot hole, which gripped me like a velvet
glove.  I mouthed silently to Gilles 'with me, cum with me, any moment'.
He nodded, and concentrated hard, and then I whispered 'now, now', and with
a deep groan I shuddered the first wads of spunk deep into Luc's tightness,
staring at Gilles as I came.  Gilles timed himself perfectly, and within
seconds of the start of my protracted orgasm the snowy whiteness of his
transparent briefs began to fill with the rich fullness of the boyspunk
which I had cum to love over the last couple of days.  'Thank you', I
whispered. He leant across the bed and we kissed, long and hard, and I
slipped my spare hand inside his briefs and scooped up his spunk.

It was Luc's turn then, and as I began to subside inside him, my hand
feverishly wanked his cock inside his briefs, and then as I felt him go
tense I cupped his knob in my hand and he started to shoot the first spurts
of his warm boycum into my grateful hand.  He seemed to go on for ages, and
there was too much spunk to hold in my hand, and it began to fill his
pants, and then soak the bed.  Each hand was now in a boy's spunk-filled
nylon briefs.  My nostrils began to fill with the wonderful mingled odour
of boycum and nylon- soaked briefs, the two satiated teenboys having
flooded their pants with their warm creamy loads.

Why had I ever doubted Gilles?  This boy was a star.  When he had suggested
that we should introduce Luc to cockfun in nylon, I had wondered if he knew
what he was doing.  He had been in no doubts at all.  And he had been right
all the way along.

These ten years later, I don't clearly remember how the evening finished.
After we cleaned up I think we must have then gone out to a bar for a drink
or two.  Much as I would have liked to have spent the night in my hotel bed
with Gilles, that was never likely to happen with Luc in the frame.  So the
two boys went off, and I returned to my room.  The next morning I packed my
few things and drove the hire car to Paris where I picked up the Eurostar.
My nose was pointing towards London, but something of my heart was left
near Rouen.

Gilles was under my skin.  As we parted, I slipped into his hand my
address, which I had scribbled on a bar menu when Luc had gone to fetch
drinks.  Gilles put it away without Luc seeing it, and that was my hope for
the future.  'It's been wonderful, for me', I said quietly, when we were
alone.

'For me also.  I learn much'.

'Maybe one day you will come to London, and we can meet again there?'

'Perhaps.  If my English is good enough, I like to come to study in
London'.

My heart leapt.  'Really?  What subject?'

'Design, I hope.'

This was a part of him I knew nothing about.  There was so much about this
boy that I needed to find out.  I had been thrown a lifeline, the chance
that our paths might once again cross.  But nothing could be as magical as
that first unlooked for encounter in a small family restaurant near Rouen.


Encouraging comments always welcome!  For a change, I've actually got to
the end of a story, rather than leaving it hanging in mid-air.  If you want
to write something with me about lads in briefs or shorts, bulge play,
nylon fun, suggest some outlines and get in touch at
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