Underwear Encounter

Ian shows me his sexy underwear and we start from there.

When I went to university aged nineteen I'd never even had a girlfriend. I arrived at university with high hopes of getting a girl straight away. Those hopes faded in my first few weeks as I had no success with girls. My sexual frustration grew.

But it wasn't long before I discovered that there were lots of other sexually frustrated boys my age around me, all hungry for whatever sexual experiences they could get. That's how I got involved with Ian.

I was living in a hall of residence. One Saturday afternoon I was washing my clothes in the hall's laundry room. At the next washing machine to me was a boy I recognized as a fresher like me and the same age as me. He was fit looking with a slight beard and short dark hair and like me was in a tee shirt and jeans.

I couldn't help noticing the underwear he was washing. I saw some extremely brief male thongs in white, black and other colours. I also realised with a mixture of excitement and shock that this boy wasn't hiding his underwear. My cock was rising at the implications of what this might mean. He looked at me in an odd way with a little smile on his lips. I knew I had to do something. I said:

"I bet you look good in those sexy undies."

He didn't say anything. Instead he looked around to check the room was clear then he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. His underwear-clad cock popped out. He was wearing a deep red male thong. I saw instantly he was fully erect. His straining penis was pushing the red cloth far out from his body. The thin cloth taut over his erection showed the outline of his penis shaft and its big round head in perfect detail. Through the gap where his underwear was pushed out from his body I could see his dark pubic hair and his naked penis shaft. As I stared at his bulging underwear he nudged his hips forward.

I couldn't help myself. I reached down and touched his thong. I ran my fingertips over the soft bulge of his balls then up along his shaft. Through the thin cloth I gently stroked the base ridge of his cock head, then ran my fingers over the big round bulge of his glans. He grunted and a little wet patch appeared where the thin cloth stretched over his cock head. I slid my fingers through the gap between his thong and his body to feel his naked hard penis shaft and to ruffle his pubic hair.

Then I pulled down the front of his thong and his naked cock bounced out. It was a big solid seven inches bending up to a big grey-purple head. I ran my fingers over it feeling its so exciting stiffness. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger round his shaft to wank him. But just as I started to stroke his shaft we heard someone approaching in the corridor and Ian quickly put himself away and hid his sexy underwear.

He asked me if I'd like to come back to his room. I learned his name was Ian and he was a fresher my age. His room was identical to mine with a single bed, a desk and an en-suite shower room.
We both knew exactly what we wanted. As soon as the door was closed and locked behind us we got straight down to business. We both quickly undressed and got naked together. I was in sexy underwear too, a tiny black silky thong. But my underwear was nowhere near as brief as his. My cock wasn't as big as Ian's but was every bit as erect, hard, hungry and ready!

We got on the bed together and had a good long naked romp. Ian was very sexually aggressive. I guessed he was frustrated and hungry too. We felt each other's cocks and balls, ran our hands between each other's legs, we rubbed our stiff penises together, we got into scissors position to rub our balls together, we poked and rubbed each other's ass cracks with our cocks, we took each other's cock heads into our mouths lo lick and massage our penises to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity and lots more.

In the middle of our romp Ian rolled off me and knelt on his bed with his legs wide and his hips thrust forward. His big erect penis stuck straight out in front of him bending up from his bush of dark cock fur to its big round head and swinging stiffly.

"Wank me!" he grunted.

I got into position kneeling beside him. I was close enough to him that my cock head poked and brushed against his bare thigh. I started by stroking his buttocks, with my hand working its way slowly towards his crack. He realized straight away I was going to work him up wild with foreplay. He grunted.

"Oh fuck! Go on!" and he spread his legs wider.

I ran my fingertips slowly down his ass crack till I was fingering his anus and his sensitive inside thigh tops and groins, then his balls. He juddered, grunted and squirmed as I played with him. I slid my hand right under him to touch the underside of his stiff penis. He was trembling and whimpering with the sexual pleasure and his cock head was glistening with pre-cum. It was time to wank him. But there was one thing left to do. I picked up my black thong from the floor and hung it on his hard up cock.

"Wet my knickers for me" I said.

He took my thong in his hand and held it just in front of his penis so the soft cloth brushed his cock head.

Holding his cock in my hand I stroked and tugged him, sliding my hand smoothly and rhythmically the full length of his cock, catching his frenulum and sliding up right over his soft cock head. As I wanked him Ian reached down and fondled my penis and balls. He was so excited he didn't take long to cum. After just a few minutes of my hand pleasuring him he came. He suddenly grunted loudly, his hips thrust forward to thrush his cock head against my thong and his cock became even stiffer in my hand. Then he juddered in his pulses of orgasm pleasure and his penis pulsed in my hand as he spurted splashing his spurting cum all over my thong.

After he'd cum he flopped forward on all fours on his bed, panting. His still half erect penis was swinging under him dripping a long strand of residual semen.

"Was that good?" I asked him

"Oh fuck yeah!" I'd scored with my new boy friend.

I let him recover for a couple of minutes. I knew exactly what I wanted. Ian on all fours on the bed was in the perfect position. I moved around him on his bed so now I was standing in front of him so the lust- and erection- swollen head of my penis was aimed straight at his face.

"Suck me!" I said, thrusting my penis head toward his mouth and swinging my shaft in front of his

face.
Ian hardly needed to be asked. He crawled forward and kissed my cock head. A moment later he was licking my cock head and shaft. Then this time his fingers were up between my legs playing with my anus, inside thighs, groins and balls.

After a few moments of that Ian took just my cock head into his mouth and massaged it with his lips and tongue. I would have cum from that but almost immediately he began to rock back and forth, squeezing his moist lips round my hard shaft and sliding his lips up and down my shaft. He took me in so far my pubic hair was brushing his nose and he slid his lips so far up that my cock head almost slipped out of his mouth. He was still fingering me between my legs and I could feel him sucking on the up strokes.

Right behind him on his wardrobe opposite the foot of his bed was a big full length mirror. Adding to the sensual physical pleasure Ian's lips were giving my cock the mirror was treating me to the visual pleasure of an erotic view up between his spread thighs of his buttocks, his anus, his hairy balls and his penis swinging as his body rocked back and forth.

I think I almost screamed as I came. As the pleasure rose I frantically tried to ram my cock as far down Ian's throat as I could and I pulled his face against my hairy crotch by his shoulders. I spurted in an exquisite, explosive cum. Ian took every drop of my semen until his lips finally slipped back and off my penis, leaving it swinging and trailing a long strand of cum. Ian picked up my semen-soaked thong and used it to wipe my semen off my cock and off his lips.

I saw a lot more of Ian over the next few weeks. He was undemanding and didn't want a relationship. All he wanted was hand-jobbing and cock sucking. I guessed he was playing with other boys too but I didn't care.

Most of that is still fresh in my mind even after all the years, but where I've forgotten anything I've added what would inevitably have happened.