Date: Mon, 08 May 2006 08:41:15 +0000
From: justin scott <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Juicy Young Bulges 2

A few weeks after Steven had had his back-of-the-car session with his coach
Paul, who had initiated him into the excitement of mutual bulge rubbing and
wanking in briefs, he met a new boy at the gym club, Luke.  Luke was the
same age as Steven, 17, and in the first year of the local sixth form
college.  He was very fit (in all senses), a keen soccer player and
swimmer, muscular and a real athlete.  Inevitably, Steven fell for him at
once, and assumed that this was destined to be yet another waste of time.
He invariably fell for the good-looking athletic types, and so far every
one of them had no time for anything but girls.  Actually, that was not
quite true.
  He had had a modest success with one boy called Harry, who was a keen
swimmer and just 18.  He had got as far as Harry's bedroom, where the two
boys had shown off each others speedos to each other, and Steven had been
amazed to see that within seconds of coming out of the bathroom in his blue
speedos Harry was sporting the start of a serious erection, which pushed
the tight blue nylon fabric of the speedos out very noticeably.  What's
more, Harry didn't seem to want to try to hide it.  One thing had let to
another, and Steven had ended up wanking Harry off, sliding the speedos
down his thighs and exposing a big hard cock, surrounded by a small bush of
dark hair.  Harry hadn't wanted to reciprocate, so as he jerked on the
teenager's prick, Steven had stroked his own cock through the tight nylon
on his own red speedos, timing his stokes so that he could try to cum at
the same time.  After a few minutes, Harry's head went back, his eyes
closed, and he shot wads of teencum over his smooth belly, and as he did so
Steven pumped his spunk into the straining red speedos, which oozed with
his boyjuice.  The occasion had not been repeated.

So he was fully prepared for failure, but Luke was so alluring, so charming
and pretty despite the taut, muscular body, that Steven knew he was
prepared to invest a lot of time and energy into trying to win him as a
friend, and desperately wanted to get inside his jeans, or better still
explore the silky running shorts that Luke usually wore to the gym.  They
both attended regularly on Friday nights, so Steven planned to ask Luke out
for a burger or something after the next Friday session.  The week before,
he nervously approached Luke and tried to break the ice.  'I can't help
watching the way you do those bench exercises.  I can never do more than
about 15 lifts in a session, but you seem to go on for ever!  You must be
in really good shape.  Well, er, I can see you are!'

Luke blushed, but smiled. 'Well, umm, thanks, but I'm no good at endurance
running, and you seem to do so many circuits.  I'm only good in short
bursts.'

Steven thought that he wouldn't might seeing one of those short bursts.
Instead he found himself saying, 'Well, I don't know about short bursts,
but you certainly look as if you might burst out of your shorts!' It was
his turn to blush.  What on earth was he playing at?  Did he want to put
Luke right off from the start?  He could have kicked himself.  But Luke
laughed, and said, 'well, I didn't think you'd noticed!'  That was when
Steven decided to ask about the following week, whether or not Luke would
like to go for something to eat, or something, after the session.  'Well,
if the choice is something to eat, or something, I think I'd like to go for
something', said Luke, still smiling, and Steven nodded and turned away at
once, speechless with excitement.  Then as he seemed to be on a winner, he
turned back and asked one more question: 'will you wear those orange satin
shorts that I've seen you in once before?'

Luke nodded.  Well, I'll save them for after the work-out session, shall I,
and put them on under my jeans when we leave?'

It was Steven's turn to nod.  'Sounds good'.

'I'll put something on under the shorts as well. Can I make a request too?'
asked Luke.  'I want you to wear black trousers, the kind you probably used
to wear for school, and under them put on something fucking sexy.  You
choose what.  Bring a few things to choose from, if you want'.  There was
enough in this exchange to provide Steven with wanking material to get him
through the next week, and his imagination went wild.  He couldn't quite
believe that Luke meant what he seemed to mean.  But it had to be true.  He
was going to get inside Luke's shorts!  And what's more, Luke was going to
give him a good seeing-to as well!

The week dragged, but eventually it was Friday.  It took him most of the
week to decide what he should wear under those black trousers.  So in the
end he chose several things, special favourites, in various materials, and
slipped them into his sports bag, deciding to let the spontaneity of the
moment decide.  He hoped that more than one of them might be needed.  The
trousers themselves had not been without their challenge.  He hadn't worn
black trousers since he had entered the sixth form, so he wondered if he
should buy a new pair.  On the other hand, he still had in his wardrobe the
last pair that he had worn in the fifth form, when he was just 16.  He
tried them on, and was amazed to see how tight they now were on him.  He
could get into them OK, but they really stretched tight across his crutch,
leaving very little to the imagination.  He knew that his bulge would look
really tempting if he dared wear them.  He didn't have to consider for
long.  He put them, with the briefs and shorts, into the sports bag.
Steven arrived at the gym hoping that it hadn't all been a terrible
misunderstanding on his part.  Through the glass doors he could see Luke
laughing with Paul, the coach, and they both caught sight of him coming up
the steps and waved.  He waved awkwardly back.  Surely Luke wasn't telling
Paul?  By the time he got through the doors Paul had gone off, but Luke was
waiting for him.  'All set for later?' he asked.  Steven nodded, then
asked, you weren't, you know, talking about us to Paul?

Luke laughed.  'Oh come on.  How do you think I knew last week that you
would be up for it?'

'You mean...'

'Sure, Paul told me about your session in the car!  Wish I'd been there to
watch!'

'Oh God!'  Steven wasn't sure whether he should feel annoyed, or
humiliated, or what.

'Look, don't you think Paul and I have done it too?  With me it was in the
back seat of the cinema.  He likes the risk of public places, I think.  It
was pretty hot actually.  As we were watching the film, he unzipped my
jeans, stroked me off through my silky boxers, and then bent down and
sucked me through them.  It went on for ages.  He would get me close to the
edge, then stop, and make me work on his cock.  He was wearing running
shorts which made access easy, but underneath the shorts he had on a tiny
nylon pouch which was so horny.  I slid my hand under the shorts and just
worked on his cock through the nylon, stroking him off.  Then he'd stop me
and go back to sucking my silk boxers.  When I came, I shot such a load of
cum I couldn't believe it.  And he was bursting with spunk when he emptied
into that pouch.
  I'm not sure how we got out of that cinema -- we were both soaking with
cum!  At least I could pull my jeans back on, but the spunk was coming
through them as well.  As for him, it was just as well his running shorts
were cream-coloured.'

Steven was really aroused by all this hot talk, but it was difficult to
take it all in.  Had Paul set him up with Luke, or had Luke only told Paul
after they had made their date for tonight.  Then he thought, what the
hell.  It was going to happen, that was the main thing.  He could worry
about the complications later.

They went off to train as normal, but Steven found it hard to concentrate.
At one point he saw Paul grinning at him, and then give a thumbs up.  He
walked over and said quietly in Steven's ear, 'Luke goes wild if you get
his briefs really wet.  Suck him till they're soaking!'  And then he walked
off again.  After the session, Steven showered and went to a cubicle to
change.  From his sports bag he took out a pair of pale blue nylon briefs
and slipped into them, having first doused himself generously with his
strongly-scented cologne.  He put back on the gold neck chain which he had
removed during training, pulled on a white t-shirt, and tugged on the very
tight school trousers and zipped up the fly.  He wondered what Luke would
be changing into. As he came out of the cubicle, Luke left the one
opposite, like Steven carrying his sports bag.  He had changed into faded
blue jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt, which emphasised his muscular upper
body.

'That was well timed!' he said.  'Now, you don't really want to go for a
burger, do you?  Why not come back to my place.  My parents are away for
the weekend, and we won't be interrupted.  If you want a sandwich I can fix
up something.  As for me, I've got other ideas about what I want to munch
into.  And it looks like your trousers might just contain what I'm after.'
Luke was amazed by the tightness of the trousers, and the sizeable bulge
prominently displayed at the front.

Steven laughed.  'Yeah, sure.  I'm not hungry anyway, although I could
certainly do with a munch of something meaty.'

Luke lived a couple of miles away, and they took a bus.  On the bus, they
didn't get up to anything, beyond a bit of significant pressing of their
legs against each other, which was innocent enough but surprisingly
arousing for Steven, who felt himself growing hard in his briefs.  When
they got off the bus, Luke's house was just across the road.  Obviously his
parents had money -- the house was a large Victorian detached property in a
leafy suburb.

As they entered the house, all was silent and dark within.  Luke flicked on
the lights, and closed the front door.  'Go through to the living-room and
I'll fix us a couple of lagers.  Pull the curtains closed, will you.'
Steven did as he was told, and sat and waited for Luke on the large,
comfortable three-seat sofa.  Plenty of room to lie out on that, he
thought.  Luke returned with the beers, which he put on a side table, and
then sat next to Steven on the sofa.  Almost at once, he stood up again.
'I'm just going to lose these, but make sure you leave yours on', he said,
unzipping his faded jeans and letting them drop to his ankles.  He stepped
out of them.  Steven involuntarily licked his lips.  Luke was wearing, as
he had promised he would, the pair of sexy orange running shorts which
Steven had so admired, made of a shiny satin material.  It was all Steven
could do to stop himself from reaching out at once and feeling Luke through
the skimpy glistening satin.

Luke sat by Steve's side on the large sofa.  'Mind if I do this, I've been
wanting to for ages', asked Luke, leaning across and gently kissing
Steven's cheek.  Steven turned his head to face the other boy, and they
moved together and kissed, hesitantly at first, then firmly and long.  It
was delicious.  Luke's arms went round Steven and pulled him closer, then
he fell back on the sofa so that Steven lay more of top of him, and they
kissed hungrily.  It was as innocent as that to start with.  But then
Steven was aware of Luke's hands, pressing firmly into his buttocks through
the schoolboy trousers.  The hand caressed and smoothed his backside.  In
turn, he pushed one of his hands beneath him and felt for Luke's strong,
tight chest beneath the sleeveless vest.  His hand slipped lower, and met
the top of the orange running shorts.  Lower still, and he was over the
front of the shorts, which he lightly investigated, just making out the
shape of the athlete's bulge, not yet working on it or doing more than
giving a token checking-out.

Luke murmured deep in his throat, and then muttered, 'those trousers of
yours send me wild, you know that? The way they stretch tight across your
mound is just obscene!  Move back, and let me see them.'  Steven lay back
on the sofa again, his arms at his side.  His legs lay wide apart, as he
knew this emphasised his package even more.  Luke lay his hand on Steven's
knee, and slid it upwards towards the central swelling.  His fingertips
brushed the mound, and then his hand cupped it.  He pressed his hand down,
and massaged gently though the polyester trousers.  The firmness of the
tender mound of teenage cock sent him wild.  He felt it gently giving under
his caress.  Steven was nowhere near his erection yet, but still the
prominent bulge felt enormous, resistant and firm to the touch.  Steven
loved being felt by the other boy, it was his wildest dream coming true.
The caressing hand worked quite expertly on the boy's cockmound through the
tight trousers, massaging and stroking, and as he enjoyed the exquisite
sensation of being felt up Steven in turn slid his hand across the sofa and
onto Luke's bare leg.  Upwards a bit, and he reached the bottom of the
satin running shorts.  They felt slippery and very soft.  Still further
upwards (still of course on the outside of the shorts) and he was
travelling towards the enticing magic bulge.  Then he made contact, the
shimmering satin sliding over the front of whatever contained the teenage
hunk's swelling boyhood.  Steven remembered that Luke had said that he
would probably have something else on under the shorts -- that was a horny
thought!

The teenagers lay back in their seats on the sofa, each with has hand on
the other boy's juicy tight bulge, working and pressing the hardening
teenmeat in its confining prison.  'Mmm, work that bulge baby' murmured
Luke, parting his legs wide so that his packet pushed firmly into Steven's
hand.  'Love the feel of your cock through your trousers.  Can't wait to
explore inside more closely!'  Steven became aware that Luke's finger were
now at his fly, and then there was a slight tugging at the top of his zip.
He could feel his zip being lowered slightly, but before Luke pulled it all
the way down he flipped open the metal catch at the top of the schoolboy
trousers.  They released immediately, and Steven could feel the cool air on
his tummy, where his t- shirt had ridden upwards.  Back Luke went to the
zip and slid it all the way down.  He caught his breath as he began to
slide his hand into the opened fly, first making contact with the warm
flesh below Steven's navel, and slipping downwards, encountered the top of
the boy's tangle of dark pubic hair.  His hand kept moving slowly
downwards, well inside the opened trousers by now, and his fingertips met
the waistband of the pale blue nylon briefs. He could hear Steven breathing
faster in the excitement of being opened up like this.  Steven for his part
was in seventh heaven, loving the feel of Luke's hand exploring inside his
gaping trousers, slithering down towards his juicy packet.  He hoped that
Luke would approve of the nylon briefs, which he knew would feel warm and
shiny to the touch, and would slide easily over his cock when worked on by
his new lover.  Steven was still feeling Luke through the satin shorts, but
as Luke reached his briefs he felt it was time to begin to go a bit further
with him too.  So he pushed his hand down the front of the silky satin
shorts, and travelled downward further.  He met a resistant hard cock,
bigger than his own, thick and proud, tightly contained within a pouch of
some kind.  Were they nylon briefs like his own?  He thought not, but the
material felt clinging and he was pretty sure it was nylon, but then he
felt the mesh.  Yes, they were nylon micromesh briefs, and he knew that
when he got to see them properly Luke's cock would be showing clearly
through them, covered just by this wispy nylon.  Fantastic!  He'd never
seen micromesh briefs on another boy -- but he had seen them in pictures on
the internet which he'd managed to find, of older guys wanking themselves
off and filling them up with cum.  Usually these were pictures that people
had posted of themselves.  But shortly he was going to see, live, a hot
young lad wearing nylon seethrough briefs, wanting to be wanked off by him,
and he was going to get wanked in turn.

So each boy now had in his hand the nylon-trapped cockmeat of his partner.
Each of them moulded and stroked the hot hard shaft through its silken
sheath, working and massaging the shaft delicately but insistently.  After
a few minutes, Luke suggested that they should strip down to their briefs.
Steven jumped up and began to pull his t- shirt over his head, and dropped
to the side.  Although his black polyester school trousers were gaping
open, they had not yet been pulled down his legs, so Luke leant forward and
eased them slowly downwards, gasping slightly when the cock-engorged pale
blue nylon briefs came into view.  Steven's superb young cock filled them
wonderfully, the shape of his shaft and his heavy plum balls creating a
superbly tempting bulge.  The trousers were peeled off, and Steven, having
removed his trainers, stepped out of them.  Dressed just in those horny
blue briefs and his short white socks, he looked good enough to eat.  Luke
stood up then by his side.  'Wanna pull my shorts down?' he invited.
Steven needed no second suggestion. He tugged at the light-weight orange
shorts, and they slipped easily off, and there, just as he had guessed, was
a red nylon micromesh thong, with the pink skin of Luke's urgent erection
clearly showing through.  The mass of fair hair set his teencock off
deliciously, and with balls as big and heavy with young spunk as Steven's
own, it was a sight for sore eyes.  He pulled his white sleeveless vest
off.  Both boys had gold chains round their necks.  Then Luke too removed
his trainers, and stood also in thin white socks.  They closed together for
a moment, and Steven took the initiative this time, pressed his nylon pouch
into Luke's micromesh, the two nylon fabrics meeting and sliding against
each other.  The teenagers rubbed and pressed their nylon bulges together,
rubbing and pushing and agitating gently.  They both murmured hungrily, as
they felt their hot young cocks moving within their tight briefs, the
tingling cockheads rubbing and pressing together, their loose foreskins
pulling back to unsheathe their wet pink tips.  Steven began to release
precum into his pale blue briefs, a wet spot immediately spreading from his
mushroom head.  Luke licked his lips as he looked downwards, seeing their
bulging packets juicing up with Steven's precum.  He slipped his hand for a
moment down the front of his own nylon micromesh thong, and gently wanked
his cockhead, and sure enough he too began to release drops of delicate
clear honey precum.  He took his hand away and pulled Steven back to the
sofa.  'Come on, let's suck' he said.

The boys got into a 69 position, and each had a faceful of nylon
cock-package to explore as he wished.  In each case the heady smell of
young teencock in hot nylon was really horny and potent.  Luke continued to
stroke Steven's big dick through the nylon for a minute or so longer, then
lowered his mouth over the end of the cockhead in its nylon sheath, and
began to suckle on the juicy lollipop, slurping up the silken precum and
head-bobbing the cock to encourage Steven to release more.  Steven gazed
excitedly at the athletic boy's beautiful thick cock in the red micromesh
briefs, then moved tenderly towards the final prize, and placed his mouth
over the damp tip of the enmeshed prick.  He sucked eagerly at the juicy
young cock, almost fainting with the excitement of that unique moment -- the
first time he had sucked a boy through nylon.  He guzzled and slurped
greedily on the juicy stick, drinking the precum that was now flooding as
freely from Luke's mushroom head as it was from his own, cleverly learning
how to work the foreskin back and forth beneath the nylon to give maximum
pleasure to Luke, just as he was doing to Steven's tingling head.  As they
munched and sucked, both teens murmured and moaned gently, enjoying the
sheer horniness of the incredible experience.  'Yeah, baby, keep working
that big cock', muttered Luke, between sucking his boyfriend's quivering
dick.  'I want you to make me shoot my cum in my nylon briefs' said Steven
in return, then back he went to Luke's giant cock in his sodden nylon
pouch.

Suddenly Luke stopped.  'I've got a better idea.  Instead of making you cum
in your briefs, I want you to cum in mine.  Then we can watch our spunk
filling up my micromesh and oozing through the holes.  I know it would come
through your sexy nylon briefs too, but my mesh will make it more
immediate.  We can watch as our spunk pumps, and then as it spills out of
the micromesh.'

Steven nodded, and the boys stood up again, and closed together once more,
their very wet underwear pressing together.  'I want you to leave those
fucking horny briefs on, but let's slip your cock out of the leg-hole, and
shove it up mine so our cocks touch.'  Luke's hand went to Steven's bulge,
and then he delicately manoeuvred the boy's hard cock so that it slipped
out from left hand leg-hole, whilst leaving his briefs firmly on.  The
naked cock seemed grateful to be released, and sprang forward and pointed
outwards, drips of the honeydew precum showing clearly hanging from the
tip.  Luke stroked the hard fleshy prick, and for a moment wondered whether
he wouldn't after all prefer just to savour the pleasure of working on that
gorgeous gleaming lollipop just as it was, but he knew that what he had
proposed was actually going to be so horny that he had to go for it.  He
moved right against Steven, and still grasping the teencock slipped it
gently up the leg of his own micromesh briefs.  His own cock stood proud
and vertical within his seethru pouch, and now Steven's joined it.  Side by
side the two knobs pressed against each other, warm and skin on skin.  They
both looked down to watch the movement of their teencocks in the
transparent red micromesh, Luke's rather fatter boycock matched by Luke's
beautiful shaft.  Their foreskins pulled back within the nylon covering,
their tingling cockheads pressing together, the fleshy mushroom heads
juicily engaging.  Both lads instinctively started a slight thrusting
motion, so that they hard cocks moved within the briefs in a hands-free
wanking action, the friction of the thin nylon on their sensitive young
pricks being sufficient to bring them ever nearer to blast-off.  This was
fantastic.  Their gently agitating dicks pulling and tensing against each
other, combined with the nylon micromesh tingling and pressing on their
dripping heads, sent them fast towards boiling point.  Steven loved the
sight of his own cock pressed against that of his new tough friend, but
also found incredibly sexy the way in which their pubic bushes mashed and
mingled as they pressed together, his own dark hair with Luke's blond curly
tuft.  Their wanking was now becoming more frenetic, and the two kids
moaned deep in their throats, looking deeply into the eyes of the other.
They began to kiss again, hungrily and feverishly, and that was when Steven
felt the gush of spunk begin to rush from his balls up his shaft.  'Oooh,
fuck' was all he needed to say, and Luke simply answered 'Yeah, me too
baby.  Here goes.'

They looked downwards again, and together their fountains of spurting
boycum began to flood Luke's engorged nylon micromesh briefs.  A gush of
creamy white spunk spurted from the tip of Steven's cockhead, moments
before Luke began to gush his hot teencum to mix with his young friend's
jetting jizz.  Steven found himself beginning to cry with the joy of this
unhoped for moment, this completely new experience of total bliss.  Sharing
sex with a handsome boy his own age, getting inside the boy's pants (quite
literally, in this case), pressing his naked flesh against that of his soft
warm companion, it was all to much for him.  The tears rolled down his
face, tears of helpless pleasure.  But there was a sadness too, for this
was a one- off, never-to-be-repeated moment.  The first time, always to be
remembered but never relived quite like this.  On and on surged his spunk
fountain, until the now heavy nylon micromesh was sodden and saturated.
Just as Luke had promised, their thick creamy cum quickly spilt through the
thin micromesh of the nylon pouch, pearly and shining in the harsh electric
light of the room.  Luke reached down with his hand and smeared the spunk
as it came through, scooping it up and spreading it over his tummy.  Steven
also reached and stroking the bulging nylon cockbag, scooped up a mix of
his and Luke's boycum, and brought it up to his face.  Snake-like, his
tongue flickered out and tasted the delicious mixture of teenage boyjuices.
For both kids, the hot smell of their spunk, mingled with the aroma of
their sodden nylon briefs -- the spunk was now dripping onto Steven's briefs
as well -- was overwhelming.  In a final crush together, the lads pressed
their nylon underwear together, and shared the results of their cum party.

They stood like that for some time.  Then Luke whispered in Steven's ear:
'next Friday, let's ask Paul along.  He'd got a new DVD camera.  We'd look
good, don't you think?'

After a pause, Steven nodded.  'Yeah, we'd look good.  Let's ask him.'


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