Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2006 11:04:35 -0600
From: spasm2 <spasm2@mailandnews.com>
Subject: Pauls Pants  chapter 9

Last episode I'm afraid, thanks for all the kind comments, look forward to
a new story in a month or so.

PAULS PANTS 			Chapter 9

	I should have guessed it, but our adventures in the park together
marked the beginning of the end of our sexual relationship. Paul had gone
from being a sexually obsessed boy with little or no experience, to a very
confident, and skilled sexual operator. There were boom and bust aspects to
his character even then, he could be quite overbearing when he felt that he
was in command, humble and polite when he was less sure of himself.

	I had managed to sneak in at home without attracting comment or
attention, just as well really, as when I looked in the mirror I was in a
right old state; my face and legs dirty from the dusty grass, with tracks
and splashes of white where our mingled come had washed away the dust. My
hair was all matted too; with grass stems and more dried come tangling it
up. I dived into the shower, as soon as I realised, the old adage about
looking like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards was never more
true.

	The next day was a Saturday, and I slept the sleep of the just, or
maybe the sleep of the truly shagged. I didn't get out of bed until midday,
and only then because the phone was ringing. It was Paul, "How about last
night?" he asked.

	"Fantastic," I replied, "the most fun I've had in ages."

	"I've got this idea," he said.
	"Uh-oh," I groaned, "Don't tell me, you want a shag in the middle
of the shopping centre."

	"Now that's an idea, but not the one I had. I was thinking more
about bringing some beers round, and locking your bedroom door from the
inside."

	"Now you're talking," I said, "the family's all going shopping for
the afternoon, and I've got plenty of film."

	"Ok, I'll be over in an hour or so."

	"I'll be ready." I showered again, and dressed with care; my
favourite thin black cotton briefs, a plain white t-shirt and black cord
jeans. There didn't seem to be a lot of point in putting anything else
on. My cock was already semi-hard at the thought of what was to come,
although making out in the middle of the football pitch in Pitt Park was
something of a peak in my sexual experience. It hadn't occurred to me to
give Paul any sort of a scenario, and it obviously hadn't occurred to him
either. When he arrived, he was wearing the usual terrible jacket, baggy
jeans and a `nice' sweater, ever so innocent looking. "Hmm, haven't seen
that outfit before," I muttered sarcastically.

	"Shan't be keeping it on long," he replied, smiling.

	"What've you got on underneath?" I asked, and pulled him towards me
by the waistband of his jeans, at the same time undoing his zipper with my
other hand, and slipping it in for an exploratory feel. "Mmm," I murmured
closing my eyes, "feels like nylon, y-fronts perhaps, oh, and what's this?
Are you perhaps pleased to see me?" The hard length of his erect cock was
filling his jeans, and I could just feel the tip of it projecting above the
waistband of his pants.

	"Yeah, alright," he said, pushing me away, "lets get upstairs
before you do me an injury." His fingers brushed over my crotch briefly, "I
see you're not unhappy too."

	We went upstairs to my room, and I locked the door behind us, "Ok,
what's the story?" I asked him.

	"I thought I'd just take my clothes off and read a porno mag," he
said. He must have seen my expression; "don't knock until you've seen it,
and there's a slight difference."

	"Oh yeah, what's that?" I said sarcastically.
	"Well, you know what usually happens, I strip, you take some
pictures, then I make you take your clothes off and we end up covered in
spunk."

	"Yup, that sounds about right, what else did you have in mind?"

	"I want you to strip off first, so I can watch you while you are
photographing me."

	I didn't need much encouragement, and pushed Paul back onto the
bed, where he settled back comfortably to watch. I pulled my white t-shirt
off over my head, and wiggled my crotch in front of his face. He reached up
and gently pulled the zip of my jeans down, my erection bulging obligingly
out though the flys. I undid the button, and wiggled some more, allowing my
jeans to slide to the ground. Stepping out of them, I kicked them to one
side, and pushed my thumbs into the waistband of my pants, preparatory to
sliding them down.

	"Wait," said Paul, "that'll do for now, and anyway, I think I
should pull them down."

	"Ok then," I said, "time for you to do your stuff." Paul stripped
off his jacket and sweater, and chucked them over to where my stuff had
ended up, and dumping his shoes and socks, settled back on the bed. Slowly,
he undid the waistband of his jeans, and undid the zipper, watching me the
whole time as his bulging crotch became visible.

	"Oh no," I said.

	"What's the matter," he asked.

	"I've already photographed you in these pants."

	"Have you?" He sounded indifferent, "I don't remember." He was
wearing stripy nylon y-fronts, I'd only taken a few pics of him in them
before, on our very first session before I ran out of film, so I suppose it
was fair enough that he didn't remember. Still, in a rare moment of
sensitivity, he looked up, and said; "Sorry, my mistake, but I'm much
better at posing now, and I'll make it up to you. Shall we carry on?"
Gently, almost tenderly, he started to run his hand over the straining
fabric, the tip of his cock just visible as it began to escape from its
confinement. Rolling onto his side, he pulled his jeans away from his butt,
all the time watching me, with a smile on his face. From time to time as I
moved round him looking for a better angle, his exploring hand made contact
with my crotch, an erotic sensation that was building up the heat, I was
quite happy to be nearly naked, I can tell you. The sweatshirt was next to
go, and followed by the jeans. Paul stood up, the front of his pants
tenting out under the pressure, I moved closer, and we rubbed our erections
together for a moment. The feeling of our stiff cocks sliding past each
other was extremely stimulating to me, and I could see that Paul was
getting off on it too.

	"We'd better move on, before you make me come in my pants again," I
said huskily.

	"Ok," Paul said, and giving my crotch a friendly squeeze in
passing, he settled back on the bed. This time he was being much less
subtle, staring directly into the camera lens, he placed his hand firmly
onto his cock, and spreading his legs apart, he began to masturbate through
the material. After a couple of shots, his hand slid under the waistband
and continued to work steadily away. Gradually, with his other hand he
pulled his pants partly down, all the time holding onto his cock, frowning
with concentration he turned his body to give me a good angle, his dick and
balls were confined in the stretched nylon fabric. He stood up, partly to
rearrange himself, and I helpfully tugged at the cloth.

	"You could do yourself a nasty injury if you're not careful. Maybe
its time to let a little air onto the scene of the crime?"

	"Yeah, in a minute," He flopped back down onto the bed, and pulled
his cock out of its confinement, giving it a few hard strokes before
finally impatiently stripping his pants off and tossing them to one
side. He posed for me, legs wide, gripping the base of his long cock, a
good hands width projecting free above, his balls tight, and ready to
come. That picture still turns me on, he is pretending to read his porno
mag, while in reality I am standing over him, my cotton pants stretched out
by my hot erection.

        Abruptly, Paul stood up, and took the camera from me; "Your turn,"
was all he said, as he knelt down before me, his curved cock flopping along
his thigh. He very carefully turned my body to face him, and pushing my
legs apart, he started to kiss my inner thigh, his hair brushing softly at
my crotch. I couldn't think of anything to do with my hands, my first
attempt to grab my raging stiffy was firmly repulsed. So I pushed my
fingers into his hair, curious to discover if he was turned on by someone
delicately tickling the back of his neck, something that sends me into
ecstasy every time. Judging by the moan of appreciation, this worked for
him too. Paul had by now worked his way up to the front of my briefs, and
began to lick at my erection, before taking it into his mouth through the
material. My pants were pretty soggy by now, Paul's spit and my juices
making a dark stain on the black cotton. As Paul continued to work at my
erection, his hands crept up my legs, and began to rub my butt in time with
his other ministrations, pressing my cock hard into his mouth.

        At last, he gave in, and gripping the waistband of my pants, pulled
them slowly down, my cock springing free, into his face. Grasping my dick
with both hands, he fed it deep into his mouth, before reaching round to
clasp my buttocks and use them to roll my hips. I wasn't going to last very
long with this kind of attention, I could feel the pressure building up in
my balls, and my legs were getting a bit wobbly. I looked down at Paul, his
mouth working up and down my cock, his own stiff prick bobbing along in
rhythm with his movements, and that was enough; I blew my load, my come
spurting into Paul's willing mouth. My legs buckled under me, with the full
force of my orgasm, and I fell back onto the bed, come still dribbling from
my cock. Paul followed me down, greedily sucking the spunk off my still
erect penis.

        "Wow," I said faintly, when I could speak, "That was great, time I
returned the favour." Paul needed no further encouragement, and climbed
onto the bed with me, he straddled my body, my still stiff cock rubbing
along his arse crack, his hard dick pushing against my stomach. I grabbed a
handful and pulled him firmly towards me, he sat back deliciously on my
cock, I knew that I wasn't going to get to explore that particular route to
pleasure, but what we were doing still felt pretty good to me. Paul rocked
back and forward, his butt sliding on my damp crotch, he was going to make
me come again very quickly, and I was way behind with him.

        I started to rub him harder, his cock very stiff and red in my
hand, and his balls were hanging full as he swivelled on my crotch. Maybe I
was wrong, he was starting to sweat, and I could see his ears were pink,
always a sign that he was heading towards an orgasm. Suddenly his back
stiffened, and he arched backwards, I stopped masturbating him, and he
gasped; "Don't stop now." Taking that as a hint, I gave his cock a series
of swift and firm strokes, sensing the spunk that was on its way, and as he
wiggled I could feel another quick eruption building up in my groin
too. Finally, with a groan of pleasure, he relaxed, his cock pumping his
come up into the air and showering it down on us both, as he did so, and as
I continued to wank his come-slippery dick, I shot my second load off into
the crack of his butt.

        To say that we were covered in it would be a major understatement,
once we'd recovered our breath; I gently pushed Paul's hot body off mine,
and kneeling on the floor beside the bed, began to lick our mingled spunk
off his body. He smiled at me, and with a lazy hand began to stroke the
back of my neck as I bent over him. This was enough to revive my cock
again, although he couldn't have known that. Anyway, I wasn't finished with
him yet; as I worked my way down his stomach, I brought my hand slowly up
his leg, and pushing his legs apart, started to rub gently on the soft
hairs that covered his balls. His prick, which had subsided slightly after
he came, stiffened up again. Paul lay still with his eyes closed, as I
continued with my subtle movements.

        After I had kept my gentle massage going as long as I could, I took
hold of his hot cock, and started a series of long slow strokes up and down
the length of his shaft. Paul moaned quietly, but otherwise laid quite
still, his eyes closed, breathing softly. I shifted my position slightly,
and began to kiss his stomach, from his belly button down to the line of
his pubic hair, all the time maintaining the steady action on his
cock. Finally, I crossed the line, and started to run my tongue up the hot
shaft of his dick. As I did so I felt his questing hand run down my back,
over my butt cheeks and between my legs, finding my miraculously stiff cock
at the end of its journey. Seizing back the initiative, I took his cock
into my mouth, and paying special attention to the red and sensitive tip,
began to blow him as slowly and subtly as I could manage.

        Paul had obviously tuned in to this idea, and was masturbating me
with the same slow rhythm that I was giving to him. The whole experience
was intensely erotic to me, as we carefully stimulated each other. I could
have stayed like that for the rest of the day, but I was aware that the
shopping expedition was going to be home within the hour, and the one thing
that was guaranteed to arouse parental suspicion was silence from my
bedroom.

        As soon as I could, I began to pick up speed on my sucking and
blowing, pulling my head back off his cock to give special attention to his
glans, and getting a hand back onto his shaft for a little added
emphasis. As I rubbed my finger over the tip, the first drops of pre-come
welled up, and I took his length back into his mouth again, deep throating
him vigorously until I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, and he
shot his salty load into me and over my tongue. He hadn't quite got me to
come yet, but that was quite all right; because I still wasn't finished
with him.

        I disengaged from his cock, and gave the customary daub of spunk to
his sweaty forehead, he still hadn't opened his eyes, just lay there
smiling gently. I gave him a couple of minutes to recover, then grabbed his
wrist; "Come on."

        "What?" he protested.

        "Come with me." I led him, the pair of us naked, and obviously
post-coital, across the landing, and into the bathroom, "We're going to
have to have a shower, you can't go home like that." Curiously enough, he
didn't protest any more, just allowed me to run the shower and join him
under the stream of warm water. I got the soap first, and ran it over his
body, paying special attention to his groin, making sure that it was all
fresh and clean. I turned him round, and washed his back, and his butt,
washing my spunk out of his crack. All this was making me horny as hell
again, and I ground my erection into his butt, by way of a gentle
hint. Naturally, his erection had sprung up again, and soaping our hands
up, we grabbed each other's erections and began to satisfy ourselves. When
I think back to those times, I am always amazed at how much sexual energy
we had, and how so much of it was wasted. Not, in this case I hasten to
add.

        This time we were not playing a subtle game, we both fiercely
wanting to come again, and our hands were slipping quickly up and down the
shafts of our respective cocks. I didn't have to wait long for Paul, his
body stiffened up, I felt his cock thicken in my hand, and a white jet of
come shot out splashing onto my groin and his jerking hand. A moment later,
I came too, my spunk splashing over him, and then mingling with his as it
washed away down the drain. I didn't think I could manage a fourth time,
although I wasn't so sure about him. Any way it was time to get cleaned up.

        I helped him out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, started to
dry him off. As I patted his crotch dry, his cock made a half-hearted
attempt to rise, I kissed it fondly, and said "Not now, maybe later."

        Paul dried me off too, and we went back into my bedroom to dress. I
gave Paul a clean pair of my pants to wear, even the sight of his cock and
balls filling my white cotton briefs couldn't do more than mildly turn me
on, and we both got dressed again.

        It was as we were having a beer together, that Paul dropped what
turned out to be a small bombshell; "Are you going to the party next week?"

        "No, what party?" I asked, not being invited was never an issue in
those days, as long as you brought some beer.

        "Heavy metal Rick's party, Friday night."

        "Oh right," I said with little enthusiasm, Rick was an Ok geezer,
but wasn't heavily into washing, and didn't have a very comprehensive range
of musical tastes. I've no problem with metal, but not all of the time,
Paul seemed mostly to like stuff with guitar solos in it, "I think I might
pass on that one."

        "Suit yourself," he said indifferently, "I guess I'd better get off
home now."

        "Yeah," I said awkwardly, "thanks for this afternoon, it was
great. We must do it again soon."

        "Yeah," he said, making for the door, "See ya."

        I didn't see or hear anything from Paul until the following
weekend, when once again he rang me around midday, "You'll never guess
what," he said, excitedly.

        "You're right," I answered, "what?"

        "I lost my virginity last night, isn't that great."

        "I guess so," I said, my heart sinking, "although I wouldn't have
described you as a virgin."

        "Oh, that, that's just kids stuff, I've been with a woman now. I
mean it was fun, but it was just wanking off. This is different, more
grown-up, I feel like I'm a man now."

        Dear reader, that was it, the end of our adventures together,
although I continued to be mates with Paul, we never again laid a finger on
each other. Paul discovered that he could get a shag more or less on
demand, and never again referred either to our photo sessions, or our
sexual adventures. After a few months our paths diverged again, I went off
to university, and a whole new set of adventures, and Paul got an
apprenticeship and stayed in the area.
        Eventually, he was a bit careless, and impregnated one of his girl
friends; they married and moved out of the borough. I didn't catch up with
him for several years, it was only when he split up with his wife and moved
back to the area that I bumped into him again. I still see him
occasionally, like me; he's got a bit fat, and drinks too much. There's
little sign of the boy that made my growing up so memorable, but I guess
that's true of any of us. At least I still have all the photos to remind me
of a golden time.