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When he popped the cap on a cold one and it flipped away underneath the coffee table and he leaned down to retrieve it and I noticed a hint of lacy, deep-forest green panty peeking out of the top of his jeans, my heart rate burst into a sprint because I knew that underneath, I was wearing panties, too. He sat back on the couch and saw I had a strange look on my face, and well, that’s when things began.

Richard and Cathy had moved in next door to us a couple of months prior. Cathy and my wife, Kharen, had instantly become fast friends. It’s interesting how women can do that. I’d liked Richard, too, but to be honest, I was a little intimidated by him. I mean… I admit to being attracted to him and that intimidated me. Kharen had invited them over for beer and pizza that first weekend after they’d moved in before their furniture had arrived, and he’d winked at me after telling a joke, and that kind of freaked me out because I just didn’t understand its implication and it made me feel kinda funny inside.

Perhaps just a little more backstory before I get into everything: A couple of years ago, in a moment of weakness, I had a brief, unexpected fling with a woman. Her particular talent, I learned quickly, was being a master at giving head. We’re talking ‘sucking the chrome off a trailer hitch’ and ‘sucking a tennis ball through a garden hose’ kind of mastery of the art. While all head is good head, this was something beyond, honestly. One result of this brief affair was that it awoke a curiosity within me, a desire to try that manner of pleasure myself. I came to realize that while I consider myself straight, I was definitely curious, too, not that I ever imagined anything actually happening.

Our wives were out ‘antiquing’ for the day, and Richard had called up and had asked me to help him move a few things around. Said he was setting up his man-cave in the basement and would I help? I’d just showered and slipped into a pair of burgundy stretch lace panties of Kharen’s, the ones she’d worn the night before and which still held her heady, perfumed scent when the phone rang and Richard’s request came through. While part of me wanted to stay home and play, I grabbed my jeans and a tee-shirt and headed next door. We’d moved his couch and his leather arm chairs to the opposite wall, set up his old-school stereo and widescreen TV, and he’d grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and was about to turn on the TV when… when we’re right back to the beginning and we’re back on the couch and I’d just seen that Richard was wearing panties.

“You OK?” he asked me, a curious look on his face.

My mind was racing. God. The image of that green lace visible in the gap at the back of his jeans etched in filigree in my mind. I thought fast… I was so curious… so curious… how to get from here to there?

“Yeah, I’m… I’m good. Hey… can I ask you something… personal?” I stammered.

“Sure man, here,” he handed me a beer and we clinked. He reached for the remote, the green barely visible once again, and sat back and looked at me but didn’t turn the TV on.

“So Karen,” I started, “well, let’s see… a while ago, we were playing, you know, and she asked me to do something that at first was kind of weird,” this part was all true. Richard was looking earnestly at me, did his eyes see through Ataşehir Escort me? I continued, “we were playing and she asked me to wear a pair of her panties. I mean, of course I’d tried them on before,” I said in an attempt to own the situation and sound manly, “cause why not, you know. But there was something about putting a pair of her panties on in front of her and made me feel… well…”

“That’s hot,” he interrupted.

“Haha, yeah, that’s my point. It was super hot, you know, and I really liked wearing them, they were so comfortable and sexy and… and it makes me wonder if that’s weird.”

“Alan, man, that does NOT make you weird. Why should women have all the fun?”

Now, see, not that I really had a plan, but here is where I was kind of heading. I was hoping Richard would admit to wearing.

“So you don’t think it’s weird to feel so sexy when I wear them? Does it make me feminine? Cause I’m not into being feminine. I’m all man, you know?” And I thumped my chest like a great ape.

He laughed again, so confident, “would it make you feel any better to know that I sometimes wear panties, too?”

“Really?” I said, doing my best to feign surprise. I was so excited at this point, it felt like my head was spinning in a vortex. “You sometimes wear panties, too?”

“Yeah man,” he said and his words hung in the air like a ringing bell.

I swallowed hard, swear to god felt some precum squeeze out of my pulsating but still scared and slowly growing cock. “I know.” And that bell rang again, my words hanging in the air and at that moment it was like the heat in the room was turned up.

He licked his lips ever so slightly. “You know?”

“Well, I…”

“I’ve convinced Cathy that my wearing was her idea, but really, I love wearing panties, man.”

“I love wearing them, too.”

“So, how do you know I like to wear? Did Cathy tell Karen? Did she tell you?”

“No, I… I noticed just now. I saw them.”

“Oh, ok. I guess that’s cool.”

“It is cool. Definitely cool,” I said, and then I took a chance I’m fairly convinced I’d never take in any other circumstance. “I’m wearing right now, too.”

Richard turned to face me, inching closer on the couch. “Show me, man. Show me…” He seemed a little breathless himself.

I hesitated… I reached for my belt… I hesitated again, feeling myself getting hard, but was this a bridge I was ready to cross?

“Look, Alan, it’s cool. We’re cool. I’m straight, man, but… but I’m curious as fuck. Right now, this seems crazy, but goddamn I want to see your cock and your ass in your panties.”

Those were my thoughts exactly! Unbelievable! And I’m not sure why I did it, probably a sense of relief or excitement, but I leaned back onto the soft arm cushion and told him that he was free to take a look, if he wanted.

And the next few minutes were kind of insane, excitement like I’d never experienced before as Richard came close to me and slowly and deliberately unbuckled my belt, his strong hands grazing me as he pulled my belt out of the loops and as he worked the button and tugged down the zipper on my Levis, as he removed my shoes and tugged my jeans down a little at a time so that they didn’t pull my panties down, too. And then there I was, my tee-shirt bunched up around Kadıköy Escort my chest, naked from the waist down except for my stretch lace burgundy panties, wide-waisted, satin bottomed… my cock not fully erect and stuffed into the narrow front, my balls hanging slightly out of the sides, ready to cum in an instant so electric was the feeling. And Richard looking at me with desire in his eyes.

“Holy god, man,” he said, “you look so hot in those panties…” and he put his hand upon me, cupping all of me and it took everything I had not to let go and cum right then, but I wanted, needed to hold out. “My turn,” he said, and so quickly he was naked except for his panties, his bulge filling them completely, his balls, too, hanging out. He turned around, showed me his ass. Oh, how that lace stretched over him like a second skin, the shadow formed by his crevice so inviting. My mouth watered.

“Come here,” I instructed, barely able to get the words out. He came close, one knee on the couch by my head, still standing on one foot on the floor. I looked at him closely and smelled the masculine heat of his skin, I wrapped my hands around him and felt his ass, just my fingertips at first, exploring everything and everywhere at once, then harder I squeezed his ass and one hand reached underneath him, a fingertip finding his tight center and pressing into him. He moaned and his cock twitched in my face. I pulled him closer still until his bulge was against my cheek, and I slowly rubbed my face all over him, the texture of lacy cock upon my face so erotic. I pressed my lips against his cock through his panties, slid down him until my open mouth was gently sucking his head through the fabric. His hands were in my hair and pulling me into him.

“Suck my cock, suck my cock, Alan,” hissed through his teeth.

I tried to take my time, but I wanted everything right then! I wet the front of his panties as I sucked and licked his cock head through the thin textured fabric. He strained against it. Then I couldn’t help myself any longer and worked a fingertip underneath the edge of the elastic and pulled it aside, stretching it over his bulging cock until it popped out and began to grow straight up and hard with each heartbeat. God, his cock head swelled so big, and, obviously, never had I seen such a sight up close like that. Wrapping my hand around him and squeezing was crazy! It felt so familiar, but there was a disconnect in my brain because it wasn’t my own cock I held, it was Richard’s. He moaned and groaned and thrust at me and I directed him into my mouth. I was kind of scared but nature took over, I guess, and the sensation of his cock inside my mouth was unbelievable and I felt it all over with my tongue as I drew him ever deeper into my mouth, into my throat, and I closed my eyes and saw him so clearly in my mind and I relaxed myself despite my excitement and breathed through my nose and let my throat go and then sucked him, sucked him for all I was worth. I channeled the woman who’d sucked the cum from deep within me and allowed myself to do the same, applying forces I was unaware of to draw him deep and deeper into my throat with suction, tasting his slick saltiness with my sucking tongue and his hands were in my hair, digging into my scalp and he was moaning like mad and then he thrust once, Ümraniye Escort twice, three times and he came and he came and he came with a gasp pumping his spunk down my throat and seeing stars I swallowed him, all of him, and it was incredible.

I felt him soften just a bit from his peak erection, and he withdrew, my tongue chasing him and tasting him the entire time, my hands, my lips claiming every drop of him. And he collapsed onto the couch with a dazed look in his eyes.

“Goddamn,” he grunted. “Cathy’s good, man, but nothing like that. You are incredible. I want you to suck my cock every fucking day of my life, man. No shit, Alan, you’re a pro, man.”

I licked my lips. “My first time, Richard. Truth.”


I never thought much about cocks before. I always figured they were functional, you know, kind of an ugly appendage. But I looked down at Richard’s cock, hanging out the side of his panties, slick and still swollen, his balls hanging besides, and I thought, that’s incredibly beautiful.

“My first time, too. I mean, by a guy. Incredible,” he said. then, bringing his legs up and bending them at the knees, he lifted his ass off the couch and pulled his panties off and tossed them to me. “Here, take these as your reward. Next time, you can wear them.”

I heard the words ‘next time’ and a shiver went through me.

Richard brought his hands up from his ankles and held them at his knees and spread his legs as wide as he could. Lying back on the couch, his dark and deep asshole was utterly exposed. My cock twitched.

“Fuck me in the ass, Alan. Be my first. Fuck me hard, man.”

I didn’t need to be asked a second time. I stood up and pulled my own panties aside, my cock already like chiseled stone slathered in precum. I leaned over him and rubbed my slick cock head all over his ass.

“Oh, god, don’t be gentle,” he pleaded.

He was tight, and I was delirious with desire and I pressed my cock head hard against him and he yielded and just my head popped into his ass. So tight. So damn tight. He was moaning and I could see his abs working and I pressed myself hard into him and I’d never quite felt anything so thrilling and taboo and I wanted to fuck him hard and fast forever but I probably only lasted a few moments, which was perhaps good for his virgin ass, and I came deep inside him, grinding myself into his ass as hard as I could while looking down into his face, which was all bliss. He came a second time just then, too, with me in him.

It was unbelievable.

Beyond imagination.

I pulled out and fell back onto the couch and Richard relaxed and we lay there, our beers yet untouched. I reached for mine and drained it.

“Next time,” I said. We’ll switch, ok?”

He also reached for his beer, not quite ice cold any longer, and drank healthy from it.

Next time is going to happen here pretty soon, don’t you think?” he asked.

I nodded. “Oh yeah, man. I’d suck your cock and fuck your ass any time, Richard. All you gotta do is ask.”

Just then we heard the front door open and the women’s heels step into the foyer. They were home early and laughing and as we grabbed each other’s panties and slipped them on (Richard’s panties all wet and cold on me, exciting!) and threw on our clothing, we heard the basement door open and down they came.

Karen looked around and Cathy asked, “what have you guys been doing?” I wondered if she had any idea, I wondered if they could smell our sex. I wondered and hoped to find out as I looked over at Richard and winked.

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