A change of Underwear
Final Chapter 5
I stood looking in the mirror, the guy staring back looked hot in those blue skimpy briefs which was showing a very impressive package, the more I stared the more I realised my cock was about to become a full blown erection. I glanced at Paul hoping he hadn’t noticed, but he was staring intently at my bulge with a grin on his face, my cock had now begun to twitch. “ Well they look just the ticket I would say, especially now that you appear to be evaluating their flexibility” he chuckled. It was then I noticed the bulge in his flares had also grown in proportion and swore I saw his cock twitching too. “ Shit I’m so sorry but the bloody things got a mind of its own, that’s why I need these” I explained, running my fingers around the tight elastic of the legs trying to adjust my obvious erection, “I was going to sort the fucking thing out when I woke up this morning but was interrupted” Paul looked at me and began unbuttoning the waist band of his flares, “ I have exactly the same problem Pete, most guys do you know” he said pulling apart the front of his flares to reveal that he too was wearing the same briefs but in bright red. Paul tantalisingly rubbed his very large bulge straining the front of his red briefs with his left hand, while with his right, stretched across and cupped his hand around my bulge, squeezing gently.
“Perhaps we could help each other out of this predicament we find ourselves in” Paul whispered seductively, at the same time his hand reached into the waistband of the briefs and wrapped his hand around the shaft of my cock. ‘Jesus Christ’ I thought, ‘a few minutes ago I was worried about asking for some fucking little briefs, now this guy’s got his fucking fist around my cock and I’m totally cool with it, what the fuck is wrong with me’. He took hold of my hand and guided it across to his bulge inviting me to do the same for him. I gasped at the relief I was feeling as he slowly but firmly continued where I’d left off this morning. My hand was rubbing Paul’s bulge and instinctively I reached in and began wanking his cock as though it was my own, having now thrown all caution or anxiety to the wind. My head back and eyes closed relishing the feeling surging through the shaft of my cock, I didn’t notice Paul kneel down, but felt his hard cock slip from my grasp, at the same time sensed my briefs being lowered down my thighs and my balls released from the tight confinement of the material. I looked down, just as Paul, holding the base of my shaft amongst my pubes, eased the head of my cock into his mouth, “Shit” I yelped as his lips rubbed firmly down the shaft of my cock and he proceeded to give me my very first blow job. “ I think I’m very near to shooting my load Paul” I murmured, trying to ignore the feeling of impending ejaculation in my balls.
Letting my hard cock slip from his lips, Paul stood up “ Why don’t you have a go with mine, while your balls calm down a bit” he suggested pulling his briefs down to his knees and clasping the base of his shaft with his right hand making it stand rigid from his thick bush of pubic hair. He motioned his head downwards to his cock, suggesting he wanted me to blow him too. I’d never done this before either but my spunk induced surging hormones, spurred me on and without any hesitation, dropped to my knees taking Paul’s rigid shaft into my mouth. He yelped, as I enthusiastically sucked his cock, holding the base in my right hand while massaging his balls with the other. “Fucking hell” he gasped as his legs began to shake, harder and harder I sucked loving every second of this new found pleasure. Paul began to spasm and go stiff, not realising Paul was about to cum I carried on sucking until, to my naive surprise, he ejaculated, the hot salty cum hitting the back of my throat which I instinctively swallowed. I stood up with Paul’s spunk smeared around my mouth and down my chin, “ You’ve done this before haven’t you, that’s one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever had and I’ve had a few” remarked Paul, dropping to his knees once again to finish what he’d started. Slipping my now ready to cum cock into his mouth he proceeded to replicate my efforts. It didn’t take long either, as a wave of impending ejaculation surged from my balls through to my cock and with one last suck, my balls exploded and I began shooting my load down Paul’s throat.
My head back and eyes closed I was very nearly on my last ejaculation when the curtain to the changing room twitched and someone spoke. ‘Hello Paul, are you around’ Startled, I looked down at Paul, who had quickly pulled his head back slipping my cock from the grip of his mouth, as I pumped the last of my spunk onto his face, he was staring wide eyed, my cock in one hand, his cock in the other, realising he’d forgotten to lock the shop door. ‘Hello… Paul… I caught an earlier bus and wondered if you were up for it before I start work’ the voice called. The curtain swished back and the three of us stared at one another like rabbits caught in the headlights. I stood rigid, Paul’s cum dribbling slowly down my chin, Paul still kneeling, with my spunk dripping cock in his hand, his face covered in my last shots of spunk. “Ahhhhh” was all Paul could utter, “ What the fuck are you doing Pete” “What the fuck does it look like Graham” “What the fuck….. do you two know each other” gulped Paul, looking quizzically at Graham and then back me, as he swallowed the last remains of my spunk in his mouth.
Needless to say Graham and I became much closer in more ways than one after that Saturday. We went away together some week ends on the pretext of fishing, camping and even hiking, if not away, Sunday mornings when Brenda, Ron and the girls went to the newly opened Carrefour Hypermarket, we took the opportunity to discover even more ways to enjoy ourselves, very often joined by Paul who, ‘by chance’ always seemed to be passing just as they were leaving, not to mention the frequent late night Friday ‘stock taking’ sessions in the shop, the 3 of us always ending with at least a couple of spunk soaking ejaculations each. Brenda was bewildered by our newly found friendship, “ I just don’t understand it” we overheard her saying one morning, while ironing in the kitchen, “they’ve never got on and now they’re even going fishing together, I always thought Graham hated fishing, let alone camping and hiking and…. there’s that lovely chap Paul, they’ve become friends with, it must have something to do with those new underpants they’ve taken to wearing, perhaps I’ll get some for you Ron” “Don’t be ridiculous how could new underpants do that” grumbled Ron with a mouthful of toast. Graham and I looked at one another from the hallway, grinning, “What colour you wearing today?” “Red…you”, “ Orange” I replied, “ You’ll never know unless you try Ron, perhaps changing the ones you’re wearing more often, might be a start” sighed Brenda.
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Thank you.
R 😊
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