Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2003 08:50:41 EST From: Boorad33@aol.com Subject: Underwear Souvenirs Part 1 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of consensual, sexual activity between gay men. Please write to: boorad33@aol.com and tell me what you think of my first attempt at writing this sort of thing. It was a Thursday night and I had just got in from work when the 'phone rang. To cut a long story short my brother and his wife were out of the country and needed me to attend the Parents' Day at my nephew's school the day after next. Although I agreed this was going to be a far from pleasant experience. I, along with my brother, my Father and Grandfather, had all attended that same bleak school. In later years friends had told me how they imagined boarding school to be one long secret midnight feast and wild homosexual orgy, which if true would mean I should be demanding a refund. I spent the next day travelling, for although Britain is a small country the school had been strategically chosen to be about the furthest away from our family home. I woke at 7am and took the train out to Heathrow to catch the 9.15 flight to Scotland. The thought of revenging the past wrongs inflicted upon me at school had so totally absorbed me that I hadn't noticed the completely stunning man in front of me in the check-in line until I walked into him. I apologised for my clumsiness which I put down to having got out of bed far too early. The man, whose name was Tim, was a fellow passenger returning to his position as a doctor on an oil rig in the North Sea. He was in his late 20s with blonde hair and striking blue eyes. His slim figure was clothed in sweat pants (ideal for flying) and a tight white tee-shirt. We continued talking as we walked through the departure terminal to wait for our boarding call. Tim must have noticed the many obvious glances I had given his ample package and the conversation turned to the sexual frustration of spending a month on the oil rig. He explained that he had tried to have as much sex whilst on land but that he still felt he had enough in him for one more good shag. I noticed that whilst he was telling me this, the grey material of his sweat pants had become tauter and there was the definite outline of a nice fat juicy prick. As I say, mornings are not my thing but the idea of getting to grips with Tim's ever expanding cock would be a good pre-flight relaxant. I casually ran my hand down the side of Tim's leg and told him I had to relieve myself before boarding. A thought which also appealed to him. As I followed Tim to the restroom I could see the outline of a tight pair of buns through his sweatpants and was virtually drooling with anticipation. The toilets at Heathrow are a gay man's dream and in no time at all we had tucked ourselves away in the end cubicle. Tim instantly pushed me against the wall and forced his tongue down my throat as I began to caress his round ass cheeks. In only seconds I was completely fired up and was desperate to have his cock in my mouth. Tim released his embrace and placed his hands on my shoulders pushing me to my knees. Once down I pushed my head into his crotch, mouthing his cock through his pants. There was no mistaking Tim's enthusiasm; his cock was horizontal and trying to force its way out of the fabric. I placed my thumbs under the elasticated waistband of his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He now stood in front of me, a tight Hom thong holding his heavy balls and leaking prick. Taking his balls into my hands I began to massage them as I kissed around his navel before dropping down to trace the outline of his fat cockhead through his underwear and suck in the sweet nectar of his pre-cum. The pool of wetness expanded as I darted my tongue backwards and forwards over the underside of his cock. Tim grabbed my head and tried to force more of his prick into my willing mouth but I had to see his ass. I turned him round and got him to stick his pure white butt in the air. The thin material of his thong stretched between his ass checks hiding the object of my desire. I crawled around behind him and began to lick the ridge between his mounds toying with his thong. Eventually, I moved the material aside with my finger and got the first sight of his blinking, hairless hole. I moved my head slightly away and spat into the hole, quickly, following through with my tongue. I toyed with his arse lips and then pushed my tongue further and further into his chute. The inner walls of Tim's arse bore down on this invader spurring me on to push even deeper. Tim was trying to keep his moans to a minimum but the drops of pre-cum would have given the game away to anyone looking at our cubicle floor. Giving Tim's arse one more good lick I turned him around and began to concentrate on his prick again. I slowly eased his thong down and nearly lost an eye as 8 inches of thick, uncircumcised meat sprang out. I gently eased my lips onto his cock and began to take more of him into my mouth. There was a slight pause as he hit the back of my mouth and began to ease down my throat after which he grabbed the back of my head and began to face fuck me. His cock shot in and out of my mouth and as I pulled him towards me my finger found his lubricated hole and began to ease its way into the velvety chamber. Tim moaned and pushed his arse back further on to my finger bringing me into contact with his prostate. I rubbed the gland whilst milking his prick with my throat. This was all he could bear and letting out a stifled scream began to shoot cum down my throat. I eased his prick back into my mouth so that I could savour his cum which showed no signs of stopping. At last his throbbing cock subsided and I licked up the cum which had leaked out of the corners of my mouth. Tim lifted me up and kissed me passionately, his tongue collecting remnants of his seed from my mouth. I could hardly wait to unload my load into his creamy white arse when we heard the final boarding call for our flight. Great, an hour trapped in a pressurised can waiting to explode. On board Tim sat a few rows behind me and was unable to switch seats. We said our farewells at the other end and he gave me his card promising to repay the favour when we were both back in London. At the airport I hired a car and drove to the hotel in the nearest town to my old school. There were pubs offering lodgings closer but I prefer the anonymity and reassurance of a chain hotel. The decorations, the TV channels everything is standard, there are no surprises and no nosy locals. Although still early I decided I needed a drink and a little company and went down to the bar. The bar was relatively empty and the young barman was more than happy to chat. He was a tall, dark haired youth in his early twenties who had grown up locally and saw no reason to move on. His conversation was limited but distracted me from the prospect of the following day's events. Around half an hour later, a large crowd of people could be heard making there way through reception. The barman explained that the local rugby team had won this afternoon and would be celebrating hard tonight. It was not usual for the hotel to allow people into the bar covered in mud but the money was too good to turn away. Fortunately, for the cleaners it was still cold outside and the hard ground meant that the players were sweaty but virtually spotless. One benefit of a public school education is an understanding and appreciation of rugby and it was not long before I was invited to join in with the celebrations. There were around five players and a handful of supporters. The players still wore their green rugby shirts and loose shorts over their lycra support shorts. As the drinks began to take their effect, I became preoccupied with one of the players. He was around 6' tall, muscular build and with a pair of thighs which could do some serious damage. My mind began to work overtime as I imagined this man roughly fucking my brains out. After a couple of hours the group began to break up and I asked the two remaining players to join me for an early dinner. They both accepted and it was agreed that due to their attire we would dine in my room. We took the elevator, which was quite small and involved some manoeuvring for us all to get in together. Crushed between these two gigantic men, I began to feel them rubbing against my crotch and arse. This was too good to be true. Only needing to go three floors we were soon deposited outside my room, I unlocked the door and allowed my guests to go in first. I had hardly got into the room when the one of the players, the one I had been admiring in the bar, grabbed me and began to fondle my crotch from behind. The other guy stepped forward and placed his mouth over mine. This was heaven. I grabbed the two men's asses and squashed myself between their powerful bodies. Attached in this way, we slowly made our way to the bed where we collapsed in a heap. Tongues and hands were everywhere. Eventually, we disentangled ourselves and Rob and Nathan, my two new friends, raised themselves to their knees. As the two passionately kissed I began to explore their bodies. I pulled up Rob's shirt to expose a wide, hairy chest. Zeroing in on his left nipple, I took it into my mouth and began to rub it roughly with my tongue. Rob broke his kiss with Nathan and removed his shirt telling Nathan to do the same. Nathan's chest was as impressive as his friends but without a hair. His dark nipples were small and pert with arousal and I began to lick frantically at them whilst tweaking Rob's. However, it was their cocks which I was more interested in and I could hold back no longer. I lay flat with my head over the edge off the bed and opened my mouth. Rob and Nathan needed no further encouragement; they took off their outer shorts and stood over me in their lycra undershorts. These men were huge. Rob's nutsack was pushed up against the shorts showing two balls the size of very large eggs. Nathan's prick was snaking its way out of the top of his shorts and had to be at least 10 inches. Rob rolled me over and pushed me into the package in the front of Nathan's shorts. Up above me the two began kissing again, as I licked the outline of Nathan's prick. There was no way I could take all of this man but I would go down trying. Pre-cum darkened the front of Nathan's shorts and I sucked this through the filter of the material. It was thick and sweet and stuck to the sides of my mouth as I tried to swallow it. Giving Nathan's cock one last rub with the palm of my hand I turned to his friend. Where Nathan's dick was long, Rob's was probably the fattest I had ever seen. I gave Rob's dick the same attention which I had given Nathan's, sucking on the head while rolling his heavy balls in my hand. The two friends moved their hands to each other's shorts and began to peel these tight fitting items from their bodies. Once removed I asked them both to kneel on the edge of the bed side by side and stick their muscular asses in the air. I took turns licking and sucking at each of their holes prying the lips apart with my fingers. I admired the strength of these two men and wanted them to roughly fuck my own ass. After a few minutes of eating them out the two men turned around and sat back down on the bed. Their pricks stuck up between their legs begging for more attention. I began on Nathan; gently sucking on his bloated cockhead I rolled his foreskin backwards and forwards using my tongue. Rob in the meantime had moved around behind me and was rubbing the flat of his hand between my ass checks. As I spread my legs further Rob found his quarry and began to rub his thumb over my hole occasionally lubricating it with spit. This drove my down onto his friend's cock which was now pouring pre-cum into my mouth. The next instant I felt a cold sensation, which I was to later discover was caused by Rob using the hotel's complimentary moisturiser to further lubricate my crack. Rob's thick finger quickly took the opportunity to push further into my insides and teased access for another of us his digits. I already felt full and had no idea how I was going to take his dick but lest I should worry too long, Rob withdrew his fingers and I felt the wet head of his cock at my waiting hole. He grabbed hold of my shoulders and began to slowly enter my chute. The pain was excruciating and I briefly came up of Nathan's cock for air. Nathan bent down and burrowed his tongue into my mouth giving his friend the okay to continue his assault on my arse. I was sure I was going to blackout but couldn't bear to miss a minute with these two studs. What seemed like minutes passed but was probably in fact only seconds. The next thing I felt was Rob's wiry pubes against my ass cheeks. This was not the first time these two had fucked a man and Rob held still whilst I got used to his enormous dick. Eventually, the pain was replaced by pleasure and I began to fuck Rob's dick whilst feeding Nathan's member back into my mouth. As I had hoped Rob was a ferocious fucker; with my first movement he grabbed hold of my hips and began to pummel my ass slapping my cheeks. With each thrust I was sure his dick would meet his friend's coming down my throat. Nathan was mesmerised by his friend and cheered him on, imploring him to flood my ass with his seed. This was as much as I could stand; my 8 inch dick was completely engorged and seemed to be trying to burst out of the skin. Rob was getting closer and begged for Nathan to come round and eat out his ass as he fucked my own. I can only assume that Nathan is a champion rimmer, as Rob's fucking intensified. Reaching around I managed to get most of Rob's nutsack in my hand just as be began to cum. The initial spurt nearly threw me across the room and it just kept on coming. My bowels were completely full and I could feel Rob's spunk begin to force its way back out of my hole. Rob quickly withdrew from my butchered ass but there was no sense of loss, as Nathan instantly replaced him. The copious amount of spunk left by Rob acted as an ideal lubricant and Nathan was pistoning in and out of my hole. I managed to rise myself slowly and crouching over Nathan began to fuck him mercilessly. In no time Nathan was adding his load to Rob's, as my own dick spewed spunk over the hotel floor. Releasing Nathan's spent cock from my ass I collapsed completely exhausted. We must have fallen asleep because the next thing we knew it was 10pm and dark outside. Rob and Nathan jumped up and explained that the celebratory drinks would have recommenced in another bar and their absence would be noticed. We kissed and agreed that should I find myself back in town I would look them up. As a parting gift they left me the lycra shorts that had so beautifully set off their massive equipment. After a light meal in my room I retired to bed and slept well considering that it felt like I had just been fucked by an elephant. Next morning I was up by 8am and at the school by 9am. The programme of events had not changed in 10 years, as far as I could see - lame sporting events, recitals, award ceremonies all aimed to tempt you into giving the school more money. My nephew similar to myself kept a low profile at school and managed to avoid participating in any of the day's activities. I was therefore only left with the obligatory meeting with his Masters. Unsurprisingly most of them I recognised from my own days and was duly rewarded with anecdotes of my own outstanding underachievements. I had saved my interview with Mr Snow, the Sports Master until last, as frankly I didn't care one way or another about my nephew's progress in this field. Mr Snow had joined the school in my final year as an assistant. He was around four years my senior and would have been delighted to hear that he was the subject of many of my mastubatory fantasies in the dormitory toilets. Mr Snow was tanned (unheard of in Scotland), handsome and extremely intelligent. Upon entering his office I was happy to see that time had only improved his appearance, which brought on the desire to reacquaint myself with the toilets. We briefly shook hands and I distractedly sat through his precis of my nephew's sporting activities. It wasn't until I realised he was talking about me that I began to listen again. I'm sure he had said that growing up gay at this school must have put me under a great deal of pressure and that his own experiences at a day school had been far more bearable. I closed my eyes in concentration whilst he repeated this sentence but still could not believe my ears. However, when he explained that he had longed to help me explore my sexuality this was too much. I stutteringly thanked him for his interest and explained that I was pretty much sorted in that area these days. My offhand dismissal was a complete lie and he knew this as my eyes bore into his. He rose from behind his desk and moved over to where I was sat. His school regulation black nylon shorts rustled as he crossed the room and I felt like a naive 17 year old again. I was about to tell him that he was too late but was prevented from doing so when he pecked me on the lips. After 10 years of fantasising this was bound to be a let down but I had nothing to loose. I raised myself in my chair and kissed him back. Our tongues met and battled for supremacy, our hands were all over each other, and his crotch began to push into my side. With a mass of parents outside of his room, this was hardly the time or the place and we agreed that I would meet him in the school gym at 7pm that night. The place would be empty as most pupils would be with their parents or in the village pub, my nephew amongst them thanks to my very generous gift. I have no idea of whether my nephew was proving to be a success or otherwise. My only thought was to get back to the school and meet Mr Snow. I went back to my hotel, showered and casually dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. By 7pm I was banging the gym doors down ready for my appointment. I was surprised to see him turn up dripping wet and in blue speedos. It was a definite no-no to ever enter the gym from the pool but he was the Master. My mind raced back to my days of watching him plough across the pool, his body lithe and shaved to ensure no resistance. If anything his body looked better, his pecs had expanded and legs were more solid. 'Well, James', another school no-no using first names, 'I'm glad you could make it.' Was the man joking or had he completely lost his faculties, I would have done anything to be there. He followed this up with a nonchalant, 'Fancy a dip?' As I didn't bring my swimming gear with me, Mr Snow offered me a pair of surplus blue speedos. Wild horses would not have dragged me into those trunks when I was at school but now I couldn't wait. I modestly moved into a changing area and pulled on the speedos, which were far too small for me. The material stretched across my ass and virtually cut my stomach in two. My prick was completely squashed and my balls were doing their level best to retract as I stepped out into Mr Snow's approving gaze. Unfortunately, although I love swimwear I do not love swimming and after a few half hearted laps got out of the pool and sat on the edge dangling my feet in the water. Mr Snow swam towards me and levered himself up so that his face was in my crotch. His tongue shot out and lapped at my cock which could not move in its lycra prison. I wanted to free myself but there would be time for that later. Through, the water I could see his own prick expanding in his speedos, which he would rub from time to time. We carried on for a few minutes and then got out of the pool from where he led me to the sickroom adjacent to the gym. The room was large and contained a metal bed for those poor unfortunates suffering a sporting injury. I climbed onto the bed and was surprised to see Mr Snow leave the room. Moments later he returned with his sports bag and I had a sinking feeling that he was going to invite me to participate in some other sporting activity. Gauging my reaction , he smiled and opened the bag to reveal an assortment of dildos and butt pluggs. He sat down beside me on the bed and I got my first feel of Mr Snow's cock. It was perfect; large, fat and hard as rock. He moved my hand gently inside his speedos down past his balls and to the skin between this sac and arse. I got the picture and began my journey further back. He got up of the bed, turned around and draped himself back over it. I pulled his speedos down and revealed his bubble butt to the air. There were goosepimples all over it and I knelt down blowing hot air into his crack. In no time my tongue was exploring the chloriney depths between his cheeks and lapping at his rosebud. This man was a pro, his arse sucked my tongue inside and making my tongue into a U shape, I plugged further and further making him writhe with excitement. 'My bag', he gasped. I pulled the sports bag towards me and found a large bottle of lubricant, which I applied to a 10" clear dildo. I took another squirt of lubricant on my fingertip and began to work this into his arse. Although tight, Mr Snow had complete control over his arse muscles and I soon had two fingers fully inside him, which I used to massage his prostate. His head thrashed back and I leant forward to kiss him. My tongue went into his mouth in unison with my fingering of his arse. I pulled away and picked up the dildo which I held to his arse. His hole kissed the plastic object, opening and closing to pull it inside. I applied a small amount of pressure and the head pushed through. Giving him time to get used to the dildo, I moved my hands to his prick and began to roll his foreskin backwards and forwards. As pre-cum leaked into my hands, I went back to the dildo and pushed it further into his orifice. Once almost fully in, I flicked a small switch and the object began to purr. Mr Snow moaned again, as I began to lick up and down his back whilst tweaking his hard nipples. Now for the main event, I got down on my knees and crawled under the table taking Mr Snow's prick into my mouth. I had to show him that I was good at something and give him the best blowjob of my life. I let his prick go down my throat and began to hum. The effect was just what I was looking for. Mr Snow began to buck and try to force his whole body into my mouth and down my throat. I reached around and pushed the dildo in and out leaving him to fuck my face. In no time I was rewarded with a volley of hot spunk which he shot straight into my stomach. He withdrew his dick and presented it for me to clean. Stretching his foreskin to the limit I inserted my tongue into the warm sleeve and cleaned every part of his knob head. Mr Snow was hard again in an instant and lifting me up unto the bed he pushed my legs into the air and buried his face in my arse fervently licking my hole. His tongue was replaced by a finger and, in no time, his lubricated dick. We kissed as he slowly fucked my ass. I had waited for this moment for so long. After a while, he pulled me down the bed so that my arse was hanging over the edge. He stood between my legs and repositioned his dick at my hole. This time he meant business. He entered me in one go, pulling out fully and re-entering again and again. I gasped, struggling for breath. His motions were rapid and pre-cum leaked out of my dick onto my stomach. He wiped this with a finger which he put to his mouth. Combining spit and cum, he returned his lubricated hand to my knob and began to wank me in time with his fucking. As he seemed to enter my very stomach, my balls began to tighten and spunk shot out of my dick coating the wall, my face and my stomach. This threw him over the edge and with one almighty push he unloaded what felt like a pint of spunk into my arse. We rested for a while but as a newly appointed House Master he needed to inspect the dorms. We agreed that we would meet at my hotel the following night and he passed me a white jock to wear for the occasion. [TO BE CONTINUED]