Date: Sun, 03 Jun 2007 07:15:19 +0000
From: justin scott <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Hymn to Boys in Briefs - 2

A HYMN TO BOYS IN BRIEFS - 2

by JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

If you are coming to this fresh, it would be best to read Canto One first,
which is also on Nifty.  I am grateful to Nifty for publishing this, a poem
rather than prose, but following my usual themes.  Thanks too for those who
commented on Canto One.  Suggestions welcome, as ever!

CANTO TWO

The days crept by, the days crept slowly by,
And all I thought of was the coming night.
I pictured his arrival at the door
And worked out various role-plays in my mind.

And when that evening came, I was prepared.
I hoped he would agree to watch some fun
In kit, take in a favourite film with me,
Sit by me on the sofa as we watched.

Of course, this schoolboy might be new to porn,
Might hesitate to watch boys give their all,
Strip off their tight blue jeans, wank in their briefs,
Slow lingering shots of big hard hot young cocks.

Of hard young cocks being stroked and standing proud
Of precum weeping from their glistening tips,
Of moaning, groaning, sighing sounds of fun
The creamy gushing fountains from young guns.

I had a choice to offer, boys in soccer kit,
Or maybe lads in speedos at the pool,
Another was my personal favourite:
A group of sailor boys in nylon briefs and shorts.

This last was one I'd made myself,
In which young English sailors posed for me.
One scene in this was very hot
A handsome threesome, Jason, Steve and Lee.

These kids were teens, all seventeen-year-olds,
They wore their own white sailor uniforms
And underneath my choice of nylon briefs and thongs.
You want to know what happens? Well here goes.

Each lad was hand-picked, chosen for his assets,
Steve for his cock, a monster of a thing.
Jason was a boy-babe, a classic blue-eyed sweetie,
And Lee the bait, the gay kid on the block.

Lee was a cute lad whom the straight boys trusted
I knew he had a way of taming them;
The other two would open up before him,
They trusted him, and therefore trusted me.

The three came to my flat one evening
Ready for active service in their uniforms.
Each had been given items from me earlier
To wear beneath their tightly-fitting whites.

My room was all set up for filming,
Well-lit, with sofas placed to show the boys off best.
I thought it best to start with each in solo wank scenes
And later link the lads in pairs for sex.

I had agreed with Lee that I would film him first,
To show the other boys what to expect.
I also hoped the sight would turn them on,
Watching their shipmate slowly strip and jerk.

And so as Steve and Jason both sat down and watched,
Lee sprawled on the sofa and I began to film.
He knew the ropes, he quickly got a hard-on,
Pulled up his top, unzipped the trouser fly.

Slipped in his hand, caressed his hot hard cockhead,
Opened the flap, showed us his glistening underwear,
Some satin briefs, light blue, a silky texture,
Trapping his proud young manhood underneath.

He shucked his whites, lay back in briefs and teeshirt,
Massaged his well-filled bulging mound,
Pressed and caressed the swelling satin,
The cock, the balls, so juicy, fat and round.

He groaned, he moaned, lost in teenboy pleasure,
He slipped his hand beneath the flimsy cloth
And gripped his hot hard prick and wanked it
And precum juices soaked the pale blue briefs.

I knew he would not last much longer
I saw the spunk about to shoot
He flipped his gorgeous cock from out his briefs
And pulled the foreskin back to show the knob.

His cock was glistening as he wanked it,
The precum dripping down the shaft
He lay right back, pulled up his teeshirt
Exposed the smoothness of his boyish chest.

This sailor boy was hot and very horny
And desperate to shoot his spunk
With one lost groan he lifted upwards
And sprayed his boycum with a spurt.

The boys beside me watched in awestruck silence
As their hot shipmate shot his sailor cum
In front of them, and me behind the camera
Catching every gleaming detail of his wank.

They knew that soon it would be their turn to lie
Upon the sofa and undress themselves.
Each one would work on his erection
And get a hard-on fit to fill the screen.

I was planning to film first Steve, then Jason,
But they had other thoughts themselves.
They asked to sit together on the sofa
Side by side, and work towards a mutual wank.

`Oh yes' I said, `that's good, of course, no problem'.
The very thought was hot indeed to me.
If they were ready now to work together
The future was looking promising indeed.

At first the boys looked tense and very nervous,
Then gradually they started to relax.
Steve lightly stroked his bulging boyish package,
And cute young Jason began to follow suit.

I zoomed in on their hot young centres
As hands began to toy with zips and flies.
Then Jason reached across to feel up Steven
Whose hard-on grew to an enormous size.

Soon flies were gaping open, briefs were showing,
Bulging sexily beneath the flaps.
Jason wore white briefs, Steve had black ones,
Each pair was well-filled, skimpy, hot and tight.

A kid will always want to show his assets
In something that he thinks displays them best.
Gay or straight, lads need to show their cocks off
To best advantage, in sexy briefs or shorts.

By now each boy was feeling up the other,
Rubbing their hard-ons through their bulging briefs,
So crudely done, so horny, so exciting,
I watched how each one turned the other on.

The groaned, they moaned, two teen boys lost in pleasure,
Soft murmurings of cockfun filled the air.
My camera took in every bit of action
As hands slipped over nylon briefs.

The sound of well-packed shimmering nylon
Encasing big-dicked sailor boys
Sliding over trapped and tingling hard-ons
Was music to my ears, and Lee's.

He watched, I filmed, the boys were leaking freely
Into their slinky nylon briefs.
Steve's gossamer black ones bulged with cockmeat,
Whilst Jason's bush showed through thin mesh.

There was no kissing from these straight lads,
Only intent on mutual masturbation.
They yearned for orgasm, rich and creamy,
Uncomplicated spunking, minimum affection.

`OK, let's see those big hard teencocks.
Flip them free from out your briefs.
I want to see you wank each other
And spurt your cumloads up your chests.'

First Jason eased his hard young cock free
>From the waistband of his briefs,
His precum glistened at his knob tip;
He stroked the quivering youthful shaft.

Steve's black nylon briefs were soaking,
Sodden with the flood of juice.
Now he pulled them slowly downwards,
His nine-inch weapon shuddered loose.

I gasped, Lee gulped, Steve's cock was throbbing,
A gorgeous, luscious, glistening stick.
The size of him was just amazing,
So hard, so juicy, long and thick.

Both boys had now resumed their wanking,
Each took the other's cock in hand,
Long luscious strokes, such tender jerking,
All even better than I'd planned.

And now each boy was close to cumming,
Each ready for a load of spunk.
Lost in his ecstasy, a gentle moaning
Came from Steve's throat, the teenboy hunk.

Jason too was lost in murmurs,
As Steve jerked on his glistening shaft.
Both teenage boys were cutely vulnerable
As they neared the edge of bliss.

Steve came first, a white-hot torrent
Spurted from his quivering tip.
A moment later, Jason followed;
The creamy boypunk spurted forth.

The sight of floods of creamy teencum,
The groans of boys in ecstasy,
All this I captured on the camera,
The scene was hot, even for me.

And this was just the start, for later on,
I filmed a horny threesome with these boys.
Lee sucked on Steve's fat dripping hard-on,
As Jason worked his cock up young Lee's arse.
.
So this was the film I had to show to Jake,
Should this lad be keen to have some fun.
I hoped to get some film of him that night,
In shiny sexy soccer shorts and shirt.

To see him lying back and wanking hard,
Hand down his shorts, jerking his teenboy cock
Was my fond hope, and next to that
I wanted him to wank me off as well.

By setting up the timer and remote
I should catch all the scene on DVD.
Capture my seduction of the lad,
And focus on the glory of his cock.

Enough imaginings, the time was near
When Jake would cross the threshold of my door.
Excitedly I watched and longed for him.
A moment more.  A ring. Yes, he was here.



That's all so far, but I am working on Canto Three. Thoughts for the future
welcome. Should I go on?  If you enjoy having fun in briefs, get in touch.
scott_justin51@hotmail.com