Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 15:23:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Terry Wright <wavey1008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Perfume and Lace

I hope you enjoy this fictional story. Don't read anything that's illegal
or offensive for you. Be safe. All strokes or pokes answered, just not
flames.

Perfume and Lace

We hadn't known each other long. I had met Dell at a chess club downtown,
where we occasionally played a game. We had found in each other a
challenging opponent, and even enjoyed each other's company. Today, though,
when he called to set up a game, he had suggested we play at my place when
I got back from the health club. He was pressed for time that afternoon and
it was on his way home from his construction job.

I was impatient for him to show up, play, and go on about his business. I
had a hot date planned for a little later with my current girlfriend,
Stephanie. I couldn't really think about anything else. I was wearing her
panties and I was very horny. Just the feel of that black silk hidden under
my shorts, clinging to my body, kept me stirred up--foreplay turned us on
now so much we hardly knew who was who.

I've always been lucky with girls; they just seem drawn to me. They like
the way I look, I guess, regular features, very blond, nice build though
I'm slender so it's not so noticeable with my clothes on. I've always been
a little detached with my girlfriends. They generally choose me and I just
go along. I like the sex and everything that goes with it, but I let them
take the lead and never loose my head. Steph seems to think I'm a good
catch. There's a neediness about her that I satisfy.

But things have been different ever since she gave me the idea of trying on
her panties. I go around with a hard on half the time and I'm continually
obsessed with putting it to her. She loves sex and she loves variety, so I
have a lot to think about. Sometimes she shows up at my place in men's
clothes.Dell's not like me at all. He's short, and his upper body is built
like a triangle, very broad shoulders and heavily muscled. One of the few
things I knew about his life was that before he discovered chess he'd
practically lived at his boxing club. Even without ever seeing him
bare-chested I could partly guess and partly see through his clothes what
his chest and arms must look like. I thought of myself as objectively
appreciating the male form. Today, though, it's the first warm day of
summer and he arrives in just the cutoffs and tee he's worn to his
construction job, and I see he's as well set up below as above. The muscles
stand out on his calves and thighs, and even with shortish legs it all
flows together smoothly. He's dark with very strong features. Especially
those black eyebrows. When he looks at something he looks hard and you know
he has something on his mind. Sometimes I think he'll burn a hole in the
chessboard just planning his next move. We have different takes on the
game. He likes it for the intensity; I like it because it's something I can
sit back and watch unfold.


This was a very puzzling game, I thought, as I tucked my t-shirt into my
gym shorts. First, he wasn't playing as well as usual. He seemed
distracted. Second, there seemed to be more at stake than just the game. I
had planned to play fast, win or loose, and get to Steph. But now I wasn't
so sure how I felt about rushing away from the board. Dell had just given
me an odd, searching look that I couldn't quite figure out.

When we were setting up the pieces before the game I had accidentally
knocked my king onto the floor and had to get down on all fours to retrieve
it. When I got back up I saw that Dell's face was pink, as though he were
blushing. I ignored this as best I could, but now, tucking my shirt in, I
noticed that the waistband of my panties had ridden up over my shorts. It
must have happened when I was retrieving the loose king. Had my t-shirt
ridden up too, so that he could see that black fabric? I was pretty sure
that the lace wouldn't have shown, and I figured I wasn't the only guy who
wore black underwear. So why should he get so excited anyway?

My attention went back to the board. It was his move, and I watched as he
captured my pawn with his knight. As his hand lifted the pawn, I thought
his foot might have brushed mine under the table, ever so lightly. I looked
up quickly, just in time to see him cut his eyes away from my face. Was
this an accident? An exciting and disturbing possibility for me, a guy who
liked girls...I thought I would try to find out, but without chancing
anything too overt.

Dell's game continued to deteriorate. I was having trouble concentrating
too, and it wasn't just because of my undies. If I was going to try my idea
out I would have to lose, but pay enough attention so it wouldn't be
obvious. I set up a position that made it look like I could attack his king
but that would actually put my queen in more danger. He was still sharp
enough to take advantage. He captured the piece and soon it was impossible
for me to defend my king. I reached towards the chessman as though to lay
it on its side in defeat, but instead, I quickly stood up and shouted,
Fuck! I swept the pieces off the board. Now it was my turn to blush--I knew
I looked foolish, but I was flooded with excitement that my plan just might
succeed. Dell's mouth hung open from surprise at my temper tantrum. My
heart thumped. I stooped to the floor to pick up the pieces. But this time
I had purposely hiked up the legs of my shorts so a fringe of black lace
would blatantly show beneath them. On hands and knees now, I backed up in
Dell's direction. After a few seconds of maneuvering my butt around, I
snuck a look over my shoulder. His face couldn't have said more if his
tongue had been hanging out, and I thought I saw a bulge between his
legs. Yes! I thought, and suddenly I was wild to go through with it.

As I reached for one of the fallen pieces I clumsily backed up into his
shin. I heard him gasp. No way he had time to even catch his breath again
before he was on the floor behind me. His hands went for the top of my
shorts, tugging them down to my knees. I felt his trembling fingers, and
his palms against my ass, caressing me through the black panties. But when
I felt the wet heat of his lips through the spaces in the lace pattern, my
whole body shook. The strength went out of my arms and I sunk forward. My
forehead pressed into the floor. I was afraid to lose the moment,and I
willed my legs to push back against him. The suddenly increased friction on
the silky fabric transmitted his excitement to me like an electric shock,
and for an instant I was transported. I imagined myself in his position,
seeing and feeling for the first time lace stretched tight over a compact
male ass. By now I was also aware of my precome spreading across the inside
of the black fabric.

After a while the urgency went out of his kisses and his probing
tongue. His hands, which had been gripping my thighs, began to roam. He
cupped my balls through the dampening lace, then stroked my stiffened
cock. I felt it swell up along my belly, and wondered if the head would pop
out of the waistband of the panties. I longed to feel his hands on bare and
sensitive skin. But now the edge of his other hand was exploring the crack
of my ass, sliding up and down, working the cheeks apart and causing the
gauzy fabric to bunch and graze my hole. Again I shivered. I was paralyzed,
waiting for his next move. Then both hands squeezed my waist, and his
fingers slipped between fabric and skin. His palms slid against me,
massaging as they went, pulling the lace down my thighs. But the front of
the waistband hung up on the head of my erect cock. Not understanding the
hold up, he kept tugging at the lace. I reached back and popped my cock
loose so that it swung hot and heavy between my legs. A little spray of
precome wet the floor under me. He breathed hard and reached forward with
one hand. The other hand slid down my thighs with the panties, and, off
balance, he toppled gently forward. The denim fly of his cutoffs, backed by
a very hard cock, bounced against my crack. Instinctively I reached behind
me to pull him closer but lost my balance. My knees were pinned together by
both shorts and panties, and I fell over to one side.

OK, I thought, this can work, and quickly rolled onto my back. Before I
could quite wriggle all the way out of my clothes he straddled my face on
hands and knees. His erection tented against his tight denim cutoffs just
out of reach of my lips. He took my cock in his right hand and drew his
mouth down to it. I watched as the cockhead disappeared between his
lips. He swirled his tongue around the shaft, then sucked on it with
tremendous force. His lips rippled the soft surface, and their touch sent
waves of pleasure through the hardness beneath. A gentle hand was again
cupping my balls. I lifted my hips and we settled into a rhythm that soon
had me close to orgasm.  But I wasn't at all ready to finish. Hang on a
sec, I said. He squeezed my thigh to let me know it was cool. I felt his
lips recede up my cock to just behind the head, where he gave a last hard
suck--I was so close to coming now!--and then my cockhead popped out of his
mouth. OK, he said, but I'm not done with you yet.  Now I reached up to
unsnap his cutoffs. I tugged them down. My first male to male blowjob would
be a sixty-nine! I pulled the zipper and his bare skin showed through the
slit. But as soon as his hard-on sprung out, I sensed something I could
hardly identify. It was the most wonderful fragrance, like the way my first
girlfriend smelled in our early days of making out. It must have been the
same perfume she wore,and as I pulled his shorts down I realized that his
crotch was lightly scented with it. I watched as his slotted cockhead
clouded over with precome that formed a bead, and hung suspended down
toward me. I gripped his hard ass cheeks, pulled my face up towards his
cock and caught the liquid on my lower lip. I tasted its mild
saltiness. And again that girlish scent, now dangerously heightened by a
whiff of his natural perfume!  As he lowered his cock down into my mouth I
relaxed back onto my elbows. The silky smoothness of his cockskin seemed to
emanate the enticing odors. But by the time I'd cradled his cock between my
lips, his mouth had recaptured my cockhead. I hadn't gotten properly
started on him--remember, I'd never done this before--and now I felt his
face pressing down into my groin. He licked my balls, then took one in his
mouth and gently sucked, batting it lightly with his tongue. Then he let it
go and slid his tongue down to my hole. Back up, down and up. Then down and
around the rim, a quick probe inside, then back to my balls. The sensation
was unbelievable. I shook all over and squirted--not
leaked--squirted--precome. Just then the tip of his tongue came slipping
around the base of my shaft...then up it, so slooowly...and suddenly he was
sucking my cock again. His lips gripped me right behind the head, hard, and
they moved very slowly up and down the end of the shaft. Hard but slow. So
slow.  No way he'd be ready to come with me. I couldn't last any
longer. The familiar wave of pleasure started in my groin and began to
spread through my thighs and belly, then to my chest. My heart rose and
fell and my face flushed. My hands gripped his thighs and I cradled his
cock between my lips, not moving them to stimulate him, but still wanting
to have the feel of him in my mouth while I shot off. The exertion of
holding my face up to his groin made the blood pulse hard. Then every
muscle tensed, my ass lifted way off the floor, and I rammed my cock hard
into his mouth. All my weight was on my elbows and feet so that my tense
and rigid body seemed an extension of my swollen cock. His lips tightened
around my shaft and I felt my cockhead jammed against the roof of his
mouth. Then he moved his head, and I seemed to go into his throat. I pumped
three very deliberate strokes, short and slow.  I lost control. My whole
body tensed--it seemed that every muscle was willing me to fuck him. Again
I lifted my hips and rammed into his throat. My cock felt like it would
burst. Then it did--a sudden release, and I came full in him. I shuddered
and felt ecstasy flow through my groin and chest, my arms and legs. It was
an amazing moment. He made it last, sucking and caressing gently when I
finally began to relax. My skin became very sensitive. I continued to press
my thighs up to his face, and finally he just held my softening cock in his
mouth. He cupped my balls with one hand, and come flowed out onto them,
then onto my thighs. It stuck to his hand, his chin and cheeks.  I still
had his cock between my lips, and it was pulsing. I held it there as long
as I could, but all the strength had gone out of me. There was nothing I
could do for him right now, and I let him slip out of my mouth.  For a
moment we were still connected by thick ribbons of my come and his
pre-come, but before I had recovered he crawled off me and pinned my
shoulders to the floor. Putting his lips to my ear, he asked softly, Want a
preview of what I'm going to do to you? He pressed his face hard against
mine and his lips crushed mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth. At
first the male on male kiss scared me, I was afraid of feeling his
afternoon stubble, his breath, whatever, and I tried to back away, but then
I tasted his tongue. Of course it was coated with my thick and salty come!
At that realization, I sucked it hard into my mouth. Now the stubble and
the smell of his sweat drove me on. I ran my fingers deep in the hair on
the back of his head. I massaged his scalp, looking to bring him closer for
a deeper penetration of his tongue. By now my cock was getting hard again,
and I thought about his, and its wonderful scent. After all, it wasn't his
tongue or my own come I was interested in. I had had that thick beauty
between my lips just a moment ago,and now I wanted it back. I pulled his
head away from mine. Lie down, quick, I told him. He must have been
thinking the same thing, because he offered no resistance. He rolled onto
the floor on his back beside me, cock erect. My mouth closed around him, I
felt the hardness of that silky skin again, and I began to pump him. Soon
his balls were plastered against my chin. Patiently I waited for the
spurtings of his throbbing, scented fountain.