Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2003 08:50:41 EST
From: Boorad33@aol.com
Subject: Underwear Souvenirs Part 1

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of consensual, sexual activity between gay men.
Please write to: boorad33@aol.com and tell me what you think of my first
attempt at writing this sort of thing.

It was a Thursday night and I had just got in from work when the 'phone
rang. To cut a long story short my brother and his wife were out of the
country and needed me to attend the Parents' Day at my nephew's school the
day after next. Although I agreed this was going to be a far from pleasant
experience. I, along with my brother, my Father and Grandfather, had all
attended that same bleak school. In later years friends had told me how
they imagined boarding school to be one long secret midnight feast and wild
homosexual orgy, which if true would mean I should be demanding a refund.

I spent the next day travelling, for although Britain is a small country
the school had been strategically chosen to be about the furthest away from
our family home. I woke at 7am and took the train out to Heathrow to catch
the 9.15 flight to Scotland.  The thought of revenging the past wrongs
inflicted upon me at school had so totally absorbed me that I hadn't
noticed the completely stunning man in front of me in the check-in line
until I walked into him. I apologised for my clumsiness which I put down to
having got out of bed far too early. The man, whose name was Tim, was a
fellow passenger returning to his position as a doctor on an oil rig in the
North Sea. He was in his late 20s with blonde hair and striking blue
eyes. His slim figure was clothed in sweat pants (ideal for flying) and a
tight white tee-shirt. We continued talking as we walked through the
departure terminal to wait for our boarding call.

Tim must have noticed the many obvious glances I had given his ample
package and the conversation turned to the sexual frustration of spending a
month on the oil rig.  He explained that he had tried to have as much sex
whilst on land but that he still felt he had enough in him for one more
good shag. I noticed that whilst he was telling me this, the grey material
of his sweat pants had become tauter and there was the definite outline of
a nice fat juicy prick. As I say, mornings are not my thing but the idea of
getting to grips with Tim's ever expanding cock would be a good pre-flight
relaxant. I casually ran my hand down the side of Tim's leg and told him I
had to relieve myself before boarding. A thought which also appealed to
him. As I followed Tim to the restroom I could see the outline of a tight
pair of buns through his sweatpants and was virtually drooling with
anticipation.

The toilets at Heathrow are a gay man's dream and in no time at all we had
tucked ourselves away in the end cubicle. Tim instantly pushed me against
the wall and forced his tongue down my throat as I began to caress his
round ass cheeks. In only seconds I was completely fired up and was
desperate to have his cock in my mouth. Tim released his embrace and placed
his hands on my shoulders pushing me to my knees. Once down I pushed my
head into his crotch, mouthing his cock through his pants. There was no
mistaking Tim's enthusiasm; his cock was horizontal and trying to force its
way out of the fabric. I placed my thumbs under the elasticated waistband
of his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He now stood in front of
me, a tight Hom thong holding his heavy balls and leaking prick. Taking his
balls into my hands I began to massage them as I kissed around his navel
before dropping down to trace the outline of his fat cockhead through his
underwear and suck in the sweet nectar of his pre-cum. The pool of wetness
expanded as I darted my tongue backwards and forwards over the underside of
his cock. Tim grabbed my head and tried to force more of his prick into my
willing mouth but I had to see his ass. I turned him round and got him to
stick his pure white butt in the air. The thin material of his thong
stretched between his ass checks hiding the object of my desire. I crawled
around behind him and began to lick the ridge between his mounds toying
with his thong. Eventually, I moved the material aside with my finger and
got the first sight of his blinking, hairless hole. I moved my head
slightly away and spat into the hole, quickly, following through with my
tongue. I toyed with his arse lips and then pushed my tongue further and
further into his chute. The inner walls of Tim's arse bore down on this
invader spurring me on to push even deeper. Tim was trying to keep his
moans to a minimum but the drops of pre-cum would have given the game away
to anyone looking at our cubicle floor. Giving Tim's arse one more good
lick I turned him around and began to concentrate on his prick again. I
slowly eased his thong down and nearly lost an eye as 8 inches of thick,
uncircumcised meat sprang out. I gently eased my lips onto his cock and
began to take more of him into my mouth. There was a slight pause as he hit
the back of my mouth and began to ease down my throat after which he
grabbed the back of my head and began to face fuck me. His cock shot in and
out of my mouth and as I pulled him towards me my finger found his
lubricated hole and began to ease its way into the velvety chamber. Tim
moaned and pushed his arse back further on to my finger bringing me into
contact with his prostate. I rubbed the gland whilst milking his prick with
my throat. This was all he could bear and letting out a stifled scream
began to shoot cum down my throat. I eased his prick back into my mouth so
that I could savour his cum which showed no signs of stopping. At last his
throbbing cock subsided and I licked up the cum which had leaked out of the
corners of my mouth. Tim lifted me up and kissed me passionately, his
tongue collecting remnants of his seed from my mouth. I could hardly wait
to unload my load into his creamy white arse when we heard the final
boarding call for our flight. Great, an hour trapped in a pressurised can
waiting to explode.

On board Tim sat a few rows behind me and was unable to switch seats.  We
said our farewells at the other end and he gave me his card promising to
repay the favour when we were both back in London.

At the airport I hired a car and drove to the hotel in the nearest town to
my old school. There were pubs offering lodgings closer but I prefer the
anonymity and reassurance of a chain hotel. The decorations, the TV
channels everything is standard, there are no surprises and no nosy locals.
Although still early I decided I needed a drink and a little company and
went down to the bar. The bar was relatively empty and the young barman was
more than happy to chat. He was a tall, dark haired youth in his early
twenties who had grown up locally and saw no reason to move on. His
conversation was limited but distracted me from the prospect of the
following day's events. Around half an hour later, a large crowd of people
could be heard making there way through reception. The barman explained
that the local rugby team had won this afternoon and would be celebrating
hard tonight. It was not usual for the hotel to allow people into the bar
covered in mud but the money was too good to turn away. Fortunately, for
the cleaners it was still cold outside and the hard ground meant that the
players were sweaty but virtually spotless. One benefit of a public school
education is an understanding and appreciation of rugby and it was not long
before I was invited to join in with the celebrations. There were around
five players and a handful of supporters. The players still wore their
green rugby shirts and loose shorts over their lycra support shorts. As the
drinks began to take their effect, I became preoccupied with one of the
players. He was around 6' tall, muscular build and with a pair of thighs
which could do some serious damage. My mind began to work overtime as I
imagined this man roughly fucking my brains out.

After a couple of hours the group began to break up and I asked the two
remaining players to join me for an early dinner. They both accepted and it
was agreed that due to their attire we would dine in my room. We took the
elevator, which was quite small and involved some manoeuvring for us all to
get in together. Crushed between these two gigantic men, I began to feel
them rubbing against my crotch and arse. This was too good to be true.
Only needing to go three floors we were soon deposited outside my room, I
unlocked the door and allowed my guests to go in first. I had hardly got
into the room when the one of the players, the one I had been admiring in
the bar, grabbed me and began to fondle my crotch from behind. The other
guy stepped forward and placed his mouth over mine.  This was heaven. I
grabbed the two men's asses and squashed myself between their powerful
bodies. Attached in this way, we slowly made our way to the bed where we
collapsed in a heap. Tongues and hands were everywhere. Eventually, we
disentangled ourselves and Rob and Nathan, my two new friends, raised
themselves to their knees. As the two passionately kissed I began to
explore their bodies. I pulled up Rob's shirt to expose a wide, hairy
chest. Zeroing in on his left nipple, I took it into my mouth and began to
rub it roughly with my tongue. Rob broke his kiss with Nathan and removed
his shirt telling Nathan to do the same. Nathan's chest was as impressive
as his friends but without a hair. His dark nipples were small and pert
with arousal and I began to lick frantically at them whilst tweaking
Rob's. However, it was their cocks which I was more interested in and I
could hold back no longer. I lay flat with my head over the edge off the
bed and opened my mouth. Rob and Nathan needed no further encouragement;
they took off their outer shorts and stood over me in their lycra
undershorts. These men were huge. Rob's nutsack was pushed up against the
shorts showing two balls the size of very large eggs. Nathan's prick was
snaking its way out of the top of his shorts and had to be at least 10
inches. Rob rolled me over and pushed me into the package in the front of
Nathan's shorts. Up above me the two began kissing again, as I licked the
outline of Nathan's prick. There was no way I could take all of this man
but I would go down trying.

Pre-cum darkened the front of Nathan's shorts and I sucked this through the
filter of the material. It was thick and sweet and stuck to the sides of my
mouth as I tried to swallow it. Giving Nathan's cock one last rub with the
palm of my hand I turned to his friend. Where Nathan's dick was long, Rob's
was probably the fattest I had ever seen. I gave Rob's dick the same
attention which I had given Nathan's, sucking on the head while rolling his
heavy balls in my hand. The two friends moved their hands to each other's
shorts and began to peel these tight fitting items from their bodies. Once
removed I asked them both to kneel on the edge of the bed side by side and
stick their muscular asses in the air. I took turns licking and sucking at
each of their holes prying the lips apart with my fingers. I admired the
strength of these two men and wanted them to roughly fuck my own ass. After
a few minutes of eating them out the two men turned around and sat back
down on the bed. Their pricks stuck up between their legs begging for more
attention. I began on Nathan; gently sucking on his bloated cockhead I
rolled his foreskin backwards and forwards using my tongue. Rob in the
meantime had moved around behind me and was rubbing the flat of his hand
between my ass checks. As I spread my legs further Rob found his quarry and
began to rub his thumb over my hole occasionally lubricating it with
spit. This drove my down onto his friend's cock which was now pouring
pre-cum into my mouth. The next instant I felt a cold sensation, which I
was to later discover was caused by Rob using the hotel's complimentary
moisturiser to further lubricate my crack. Rob's thick finger quickly took
the opportunity to push further into my insides and teased access for
another of us his digits. I already felt full and had no idea how I was
going to take his dick but lest I should worry too long, Rob withdrew his
fingers and I felt the wet head of his cock at my waiting hole. He grabbed
hold of my shoulders and began to slowly enter my chute. The pain was
excruciating and I briefly came up of Nathan's cock for air. Nathan bent
down and burrowed his tongue into my mouth giving his friend the okay to
continue his assault on my arse. I was sure I was going to blackout but
couldn't bear to miss a minute with these two studs.

What seemed like minutes passed but was probably in fact only seconds.  The
next thing I felt was Rob's wiry pubes against my ass cheeks. This was not
the first time these two had fucked a man and Rob held still whilst I got
used to his enormous dick. Eventually, the pain was replaced by pleasure
and I began to fuck Rob's dick whilst feeding Nathan's member back into my
mouth. As I had hoped Rob was a ferocious fucker; with my first movement he
grabbed hold of my hips and began to pummel my ass slapping my cheeks.
With each thrust I was sure his dick would meet his friend's coming down my
throat. Nathan was mesmerised by his friend and cheered him on, imploring
him to flood my ass with his seed. This was as much as I could stand; my 8
inch dick was completely engorged and seemed to be trying to burst out of
the skin. Rob was getting closer and begged for Nathan to come round and
eat out his ass as he fucked my own. I can only assume that Nathan is a
champion rimmer, as Rob's fucking intensified. Reaching around I managed to
get most of Rob's nutsack in my hand just as be began to cum. The initial
spurt nearly threw me across the room and it just kept on coming. My bowels
were completely full and I could feel Rob's spunk begin to force its way
back out of my hole. Rob quickly withdrew from my butchered ass but there
was no sense of loss, as Nathan instantly replaced him. The copious amount
of spunk left by Rob acted as an ideal lubricant and Nathan was pistoning
in and out of my hole. I managed to rise myself slowly and crouching over
Nathan began to fuck him mercilessly. In no time Nathan was adding his load
to Rob's, as my own dick spewed spunk over the hotel floor. Releasing
Nathan's spent cock from my ass I collapsed completely exhausted. We must
have fallen asleep because the next thing we knew it was 10pm and dark
outside. Rob and Nathan jumped up and explained that the celebratory drinks
would have recommenced in another bar and their absence would be noticed.
We kissed and agreed that should I find myself back in town I would look
them up. As a parting gift they left me the lycra shorts that had so
beautifully set off their massive equipment.

After a light meal in my room I retired to bed and slept well considering
that it felt like I had just been fucked by an elephant. Next morning I was
up by 8am and at the school by 9am. The programme of events had not changed
in 10 years, as far as I could see - lame sporting events, recitals, award
ceremonies all aimed to tempt you into giving the school more money. My
nephew similar to myself kept a low profile at school and managed to avoid
participating in any of the day's activities. I was therefore only left
with the obligatory meeting with his Masters. Unsurprisingly most of them I
recognised from my own days and was duly rewarded with anecdotes of my own
outstanding underachievements.

I had saved my interview with Mr Snow, the Sports Master until last, as
frankly I didn't care one way or another about my nephew's progress in this
field. Mr Snow had joined the school in my final year as an assistant. He
was around four years my senior and would have been delighted to hear that
he was the subject of many of my mastubatory fantasies in the dormitory
toilets. Mr Snow was tanned (unheard of in Scotland), handsome and
extremely intelligent. Upon entering his office I was happy to see that
time had only improved his appearance, which brought on the desire to
reacquaint myself with the toilets. We briefly shook hands and I
distractedly sat through his precis of my nephew's sporting activities.  It
wasn't until I realised he was talking about me that I began to listen
again. I'm sure he had said that growing up gay at this school must have
put me under a great deal of pressure and that his own experiences at a day
school had been far more bearable. I closed my eyes in concentration whilst
he repeated this sentence but still could not believe my ears. However,
when he explained that he had longed to help me explore my sexuality this
was too much. I stutteringly thanked him for his interest and explained
that I was pretty much sorted in that area these days. My offhand dismissal
was a complete lie and he knew this as my eyes bore into his. He rose from
behind his desk and moved over to where I was sat. His school regulation
black nylon shorts rustled as he crossed the room and I felt like a naive
17 year old again. I was about to tell him that he was too late but was
prevented from doing so when he pecked me on the lips. After 10 years of
fantasising this was bound to be a let down but I had nothing to loose. I
raised myself in my chair and kissed him back. Our tongues met and battled
for supremacy, our hands were all over each other, and his crotch began to
push into my side. With a mass of parents outside of his room, this was
hardly the time or the place and we agreed that I would meet him in the
school gym at 7pm that night. The place would be empty as most pupils would
be with their parents or in the village pub, my nephew amongst them thanks
to my very generous gift.

I have no idea of whether my nephew was proving to be a success or
otherwise. My only thought was to get back to the school and meet Mr Snow.
I went back to my hotel, showered and casually dressed in jeans and a tee
shirt. By 7pm I was banging the gym doors down ready for my appointment. I
was surprised to see him turn up dripping wet and in blue speedos. It was a
definite no-no to ever enter the gym from the pool but he was the Master.
My mind raced back to my days of watching him plough across the pool, his
body lithe and shaved to ensure no resistance. If anything his body looked
better, his pecs had expanded and legs were more solid. 'Well, James',
another school no-no using first names, 'I'm glad you could make it.' Was
the man joking or had he completely lost his faculties, I would have done
anything to be there. He followed this up with a nonchalant, 'Fancy a dip?'
As I didn't bring my swimming gear with me, Mr Snow offered me a pair of
surplus blue speedos. Wild horses would not have dragged me into those
trunks when I was at school but now I couldn't wait. I modestly moved into
a changing area and pulled on the speedos, which were far too small for
me. The material stretched across my ass and virtually cut my stomach in
two. My prick was completely squashed and my balls were doing their level
best to retract as I stepped out into Mr Snow's approving gaze.

Unfortunately, although I love swimwear I do not love swimming and after a
few half hearted laps got out of the pool and sat on the edge dangling my
feet in the water. Mr Snow swam towards me and levered himself up so that
his face was in my crotch. His tongue shot out and lapped at my cock which
could not move in its lycra prison. I wanted to free myself but there would
be time for that later. Through, the water I could see his own prick
expanding in his speedos, which he would rub from time to time. We carried
on for a few minutes and then got out of the pool from where he led me to
the sickroom adjacent to the gym. The room was large and contained a metal
bed for those poor unfortunates suffering a sporting injury. I climbed onto
the bed and was surprised to see Mr Snow leave the room.

Moments later he returned with his sports bag and I had a sinking feeling
that he was going to invite me to participate in some other sporting
activity. Gauging my reaction , he smiled and opened the bag to reveal an
assortment of dildos and butt pluggs. He sat down beside me on the bed and
I got my first feel of Mr Snow's cock. It was perfect; large, fat and hard
as rock. He moved my hand gently inside his speedos down past his balls and
to the skin between this sac and arse. I got the picture and began my
journey further back. He got up of the bed, turned around and draped
himself back over it. I pulled his speedos down and revealed his bubble
butt to the air. There were goosepimples all over it and I knelt down
blowing hot air into his crack. In no time my tongue was exploring the
chloriney depths between his cheeks and lapping at his rosebud. This man
was a pro, his arse sucked my tongue inside and making my tongue into a U
shape, I plugged further and further making him writhe with excitement. 'My
bag', he gasped. I pulled the sports bag towards me and found a large
bottle of lubricant, which I applied to a 10" clear dildo. I took another
squirt of lubricant on my fingertip and began to work this into his
arse. Although tight, Mr Snow had complete control over his arse muscles
and I soon had two fingers fully inside him, which I used to massage his
prostate. His head thrashed back and I leant forward to kiss him. My tongue
went into his mouth in unison with my fingering of his arse. I pulled away
and picked up the dildo which I held to his arse. His hole kissed the
plastic object, opening and closing to pull it inside. I applied a small
amount of pressure and the head pushed through.

Giving him time to get used to the dildo, I moved my hands to his prick and
began to roll his foreskin backwards and forwards. As pre-cum leaked into
my hands, I went back to the dildo and pushed it further into his orifice.
Once almost fully in, I flicked a small switch and the object began to
purr. Mr Snow moaned again, as I began to lick up and down his back whilst
tweaking his hard nipples. Now for the main event, I got down on my knees
and crawled under the table taking Mr Snow's prick into my mouth. I had to
show him that I was good at something and give him the best blowjob of my
life. I let his prick go down my throat and began to hum. The effect was
just what I was looking for. Mr Snow began to buck and try to force his
whole body into my mouth and down my throat. I reached around and pushed
the dildo in and out leaving him to fuck my face. In no time I was rewarded
with a volley of hot spunk which he shot straight into my stomach. He
withdrew his dick and presented it for me to clean. Stretching his foreskin
to the limit I inserted my tongue into the warm sleeve and cleaned every
part of his knob head.

Mr Snow was hard again in an instant and lifting me up unto the bed he
pushed my legs into the air and buried his face in my arse fervently
licking my hole. His tongue was replaced by a finger and, in no time, his
lubricated dick. We kissed as he slowly fucked my ass. I had waited for
this moment for so long. After a while, he pulled me down the bed so that
my arse was hanging over the edge. He stood between my legs and
repositioned his dick at my hole. This time he meant business. He entered
me in one go, pulling out fully and re-entering again and again. I gasped,
struggling for breath. His motions were rapid and pre-cum leaked out of my
dick onto my stomach. He wiped this with a finger which he put to his
mouth. Combining spit and cum, he returned his lubricated hand to my knob
and began to wank me in time with his fucking. As he seemed to enter my
very stomach, my balls began to tighten and spunk shot out of my dick
coating the wall, my face and my stomach. This threw him over the edge and
with one almighty push he unloaded what felt like a pint of spunk into my
arse.

We rested for a while but as a newly appointed House Master he needed to
inspect the dorms. We agreed that we would meet at my hotel the following
night and he passed me a white jock to wear for the occasion.

[TO BE CONTINUED]