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From: zermelo@eddie.mit.edu (Rich)
Subject: jockeys, anti-desiccation department
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Yet another "field report" for you, as accurately as I can recall the
details.  Yesterday I had nice a hot phone chat with a guy, the kind
which requires at least one free hand, and I didn't quite make it to
the finish line before we had to hang up.  I later on wrote him email
in which I was going to describe how I took care of business
afterwards, but figured I might as well send that part here.
Especially since we've had discussions before in the newsgroup on the
erotic uses of cotton briefs...


[I had liberally used lube (Astroglide, great stuff) during the phone
chat, rubbed all over everything; then:]

I left my cock and balls all wet with the lube inside my briefs, and
went home and ate some food and watched a little TV.  But my mind was
pretty much on my hot member that whole time, and I'd sneak my hand in
for a furtive feel every so often.  The only person who'd have noticed
is my (female) housemate, and she probably wouldn't have remarked on it
as long as I didn't whip it out visibly or anything blatant like that.
Anyway, a lot of the slipperiness had been absorbed, but things were
still deliciously damp and soft, and still downright slick in some
areas.  I enjoyed caressing the little crevice at the top where my dick
just begins to jut out from the pelvis, feeling my still-very-short but
now nicely thickened, wet pubic hairs (shaven off a month ago, you may
recall) and the smooth dampness all around there, and moving my
fingertips up and down, pushing into the somewhat sticky and sexily
spongy cock flesh; and also down on the other end, just beneath my
balls, where it was equally sticky and responsive to massages.  And all
these nice naughty bits were delightfully warm from earlier, uh,
exercise.  Still with the underwear on, which meant that its warm,
damp, cotton surface was pressing against the back of my hand.
Sometimes I find that NOT being entirely naked around there can be just
as nice as baring it all.

After teasing myself this way for the duration of the TV show, which
fortuitously featured some languid saxophone jazz that was just right
for my mood, I finally went to bed in a pretty hot, hard state.
Continuing the wet skivvies theme, I kept them on, lying on my back and
pawing myself with increasing abandon, both under the fabric and on the
outside.  Then, something else I hadn't done in a while: I reached
around, pulled up the lower rear edges of the shorts toward the base of
my spine and yanked up on the rear waistband _quite_ hard, so that the
cloth was now tightly pulled and "thonged" (good quality stuff, didn't
rip), pressing firmly against my asshole and providing prostate
pressure that's a hell of a rush when you're already well worked up.
Flexing thigh and buttock muscles, creating opposing tensions in a
number of arousing ways, and best of all: seeing and feeling my
now-*bulging* hard cock straining fiercely against the taut, sensuous
cotton in front, its head mostly peeking out above the band actually;
rubbing against its tingly underside (which is the upper part in this
position) through the fabric with my palm, feeling its hungry, gorged
flesh press back and seemingly expand as my palm let up on the
pressure, while pulling with the other hand to increase still more the
cloth pressure agasint the groin, driving me quite wild, squirms and
pawings of now-nicely-curved ass-muscles and leg flexes and buttock
flexes and heavy erratic breathing rather on the wild side -- too
intense to apply any discplined starts and stops to draw it out further
-- and then the approach of the irreversible flood of jism dying for
release ... as much postponement of the end as possible, but then
total, smile-inducing capitulation: the palm that had been pressing
from outside now goes _under_ the cloth, covering the head, just a few
hot presses of flesh hard against hard-but-still-giving-and-re-
expanding cock flesh, breath tightly held, and GUSH!  Not sure, but I
think I must have screamed briefly.  Mr.  Happy and Mr. Happy's helping
hand both very well coated, hot and slick.


I found I could not wear those same jockeys the next day  ;^)



Happy wanking, all.

	Rich / zermelo@eddie.mit.edu