A friend in dire need...

I thought about it. It wasn’t something I’d tried before. I tried to imagine the feel of a warm brown packet oozing into my own pants. The thought wasn’t unpleasant. I thought about that warm brown stuff sinking down to cover my balls and nestling in the crotch of my pants. The idea was rather appealing and my cock twitched.
“But harmless,” I pointed out. “Maybe not normal for most people, but there are thousands, if not millions, of people all around the world who enjoy it.”
Now he looked at me and was obviously waiting for me to complete the punch line. I finished my own drink.
“I don’t think it would bother me,” I finished for him. “I find the idea rather erotic.”
He looked very relieved. “Yes,” he said. “I find it erotic too. But if you don’t want –“
It was my turn to hold up a hand. “Let’s see what happens,” I suggested. “If we find we want to, we will, if not, we won’t.”
He looked pleased, then crestfallen at the thought that it might not happen.
“Okay,” he agreed. “Plenty of other things we can enjoy, anyway.”

But I knew from his expression that he was hoping we would do these things together, and to be honest, I rather liked the idea myself. All in good time.
We spent an enjoyable evening, talking, drinking and reminiscing about various escapades in our lives, complimenting or denouncing mutual acquaintances.
At one point he stood up and said, “Must go to the bathroom.”
“I’ll come with you,” I said.
In front of the bowl he unzipped and produced his cock. I gently curled my fingers round it, feeling the warmth and the smoothness of it. He started to grow hard as his pee flowed out. I unzipped my jeans with the other hand.
“I didn’t want you to wet your pants now,” I said to him.
“I wasn’t going to,” he said, surprised, “but why not?”
“Because there is all that lovely cum on them,” I explained, “ and I didn’t want it washed away. I want to taste that, later.”
I suddenly turned to him and pushed his cock inside my jeans. I could feel the warmth through my own pants as it nestled against my own cock.
“But you can wet me,” I told him.

His eyes lit up and I felt the hot gush as he let the last of his piss go, soaking my pants and the front of my jeans. It flowed over my cock and down my thighs.
“Nice!” I said as the flow stopped. “Yes, I like that!” I stroked him gently and he began to get hard again. He thrust against me, his cock buried inside my jeans.
“Do you want me to cum on you?” he whispered.
“Not now,” I said and pulled away from him. “Later, yes, lots of it! As much as you can!”
I felt my own erection starting, and he must have seen it in my eyes because his hand slid into my jeans and through the softness of my pants I felt his fingers curl round my semi?hard cock and begin to rub.
“I want that!” he whispered. “I want to hold that and feel its heat, its hardness. I want to take it inside my mouth and suck it! I want to feel your cum gush over me!”
Now I was really hard and I wanted him to continue wanking me.
“Do you know what I want?” I asked quietly.
“Tell me!” he urged, still holding me tightly and wanking me through the material of my pants.
“I want to cum inside your pants!” I told him. “I want you to wank me till I cum, and I want to shoot it all inside your lovely soft pants so that it mixes with your own cum!”
He reached down inside the elastic waistband of my pants and gently pulled my cock outside them.
“Nice!” he breathed. “Oh, nice and smooth! And hard! Yes! Do it! I’m going to stroke you and hold you and wank you till you cum and I want to feel all that hot sticky cream inside my pants!”

He moved his hand faster, wanking me hard and my cock was rigid in his grasp. He pulled down the waist of his own pants and aimed my cock at them.
“Whenever you want!” he said. “Your cock is lovely! I love holding it and wanking you! Shoot your hot cum into my pants!”
And the words, and the thought, were enough and I couldn’t hold back, great gouts of hot white cum shooting from my cock as he continued to stroke me, hitting his smooth, soft, shaven skin and running down inside his pants to nestle there with his own half dry cum.
“Aaaahh! Nice! Hot and creamy!” he murmured.
As the last drops oozed from the tip of my cock he suddenly squatted down and rubbed it over his face, licking the tip and collecting the last few drops of my cum.
“Beautiful!” he murmured. He stood up, took my hand and rubbed it over his pants so that the palm of my hand was wet with cum. Then he licked my palm, savouring the taste of my cum again.
“That was nice!” I told him breathlessly. “Now I need to pee myself.”
I let the flow run, and he held my cock as I pissed.
“Oh, I do hope I’m going to get some of that later!” he murmured.
“You will,” I promised.

I made us something to eat, a big helping for each to get our strength up, and afterwards we sat and made further inroads into the bottle.
“I’m so pleased we’ve ended up like this,” he said eventually, “you know, knowing about each other and enjoying each other’s bodies. I have to tell you it’s a great relief for me to know we can share and enjoy sex together.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “I was surprised when I saw you in the bathroom, especially wearing those pants and holdups, but of course, I didn’t know you liked that, and you didn’t know I did, either. Yes, I agree. It’s nice to be able to share such pleasures.”
He smiled and rubbed the front of his jeans. “I’m so looking forward to enjoying you,” he admitted. “It will be nice if I can fuck you too.”
I must have looked doubtful. His cock really is huge when it’s hard.
“I won’t hurt, if that’s what you’re thinking, I promise,” he continued earnestly. “If I can fuck you I’ll be very gentle.”
“Your cock is huge,” I said. “Bigger than mine. I don’t know if I can take it.”
He smiled at me. “But I know I want you in me!” he said. “I really want you to fuck me, hard! But I want to wank you too. And suck you. It could be a long night!”
We laughed. I thought about his big, hard cock probing at my ass and the thought began to make me hard. Then I thought about him holding me and wanking me again, and I got harder still. He was watching me.
“You’re getting hard,” he pointed out. “What are you thinking about?”
“You,” I admitted. “You wanking me, even fucking me. And me wanking you and fucking you. Yes, it’s making me hard.”
He came over to me then, and knelt on the floor in front of me.

“Relax and enjoy,” he whispered, and gently unzipped my jeans. He caressed the outside of my cock through the soft pants, and at each gentle stroke of his fingers I grew harder until I was totally erect and my cock was straining inside my pants. Gently his fingers curled round me and began to wank me again. I couldn’t believe how hard it was making me and I knew I was going to cum quickly.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I murmured.
“In my mouth,” he answered, and pulled my cock free of the top of my pants. He licked around it, the tip, the back, caressing it with his tongue and making it wet and slippery.
“cum in my mouth,” he repeated and so saying, opened his lips and slid my cock inside his mouth, holding the base gently with his fingers and thumb as he continued to wank me and suck me at the same time.
I was holding back as much as I could but the feeling was so pleasurable I knew I was only moments away.
“Don’t swallow!” I gasped.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow without stopping his movements.
“I want it back!” I gasped again. “Give it all back to me in my pants!”
His eyes signalled he understood and he took me even deeper into his mouth as I pushed my hips forward to meet him.

And then I felt it, that movement deep within my balls which meant that my cum had started its journey to the open air and suddenly I gushed a huge amount of hot cum into his mouth.
It leaked from around his lips as he sucked and sucked and wanked me with his fingers even harder and faster and I came again, and again, filling his mouth with my hot cream. I groaned in sheer pleasure as I shot my spunk into his mouth, and then sank back, completely sated.
His eyes smiled as he released my cock from his lips. Keeping them tightly closed he nuzzled my pants and pulled down the waistband. Gently he released the cum into them and I enjoyed the warm stickiness as my own cum soaked into them, running over my cock and down to my balls.
“Oh, that was nice!” I gasped. “That was NICE!”
He gently nuzzled his face from side to side on my pants, wiping the last few drops of cum onto them.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” he said with a grin.
“I do love you wanking me!” I had to admit to him. “I’ll return the favour later!”
He nodded. “I’m looking forward to it!” he agreed.

We finished the bottle as we watched a movie on TV. I suggested we take another one upstairs with us. I had recovered from the huge climax which had emptied my balls, and the thought of going to bed with him, wearing those erotic ladies’ pants and being able to freely touch, lick, suck and feel his body was already turning me on again. Switching off the TV and the lights, we went up to the bedroom. Setting the bottle and glasses down on the bedside table I looked at him. I stripped off my tee-shirt and he did the same.
“Lie down,” I suggested.
He grinned and obligingly lay full length on the bed.
I lay beside him and gently stroked his thigh. It was warm beneath his jeans. I rubbed and stroked gently, moving my hand higher and higher, nearer his crotch. I could see his cock getting hard inside his jeans. My hand passed gently over it, feeling the heat of it and it twitched beneath my fingers.
“Yes!” he murmured. “Nice!”

I grasped as much of his erect cock as I could through his jeans and began to rub him. His breath became faster and his eyes closed in pleasure.
I undid the top of his jeans and slowly unzipped them. His cock burst out from them, still inside his soft, silky pants, but so big that the top two inches were already protruding from the waistband. I moved on the bed and bent to nuzzle my face against his pants, feeling his hot, hard cock against my cheek and then my lips. I sucked at the material of his pants, tasting the mixture of his cum and my own. It was delicious, slightly salty, creamy and sticky. I felt his cock straining inside his pants as my mouth traced the outline of it.
Pausing for a few moments I pulled his jeans down and off him. He arched his back to help me and then lay back with the holdups and the thin, soft material of his pants and his cock strained inside them. I pulled my own jeans off too, and lay beside him again. His hands roved over the tops of my stockings and his fingers traced the line of the suspenders up to my own pants.
“So sexy!” he gasped. “So nice!”

I bent to kiss his thigh and felt the warmth of his hot, smooth skin. I grasped his cock again and rubbed him gently. I licked the tip of it and my tongue continued to caress his helmet, the back of it and probe gently at the tiny hole. He pushed upwards against my hand.
“Oh! I’m going to cum!” he gasped. “Do something, please! Take my cock outside my pants!”
I pulled the top of the silky material down and his cock sprung out, ramrod straight and hard as a rock. I marvelled at the size of it. My lips closed over it and I took as much as I could in my mouth. It tasted divine, of pee and cum, and his own hot flavour. He pushed upwards, trying to get all of his cock in my mouth but there was no way I could take it all. I felt him quiver and knew he was about to erupt.
Quickly I released his cock from my lips and it pointed straight up in the air, quivering, with a tiny drop of precum oozing from the tip. I quickly licked that up and savoured the taste of it. He groaned and thrust his hips upwards. I rolled over to him, kneeling above him with his huge cock pointing straight up at my balls. Pulling the leg of my pants aside I lowered myself onto it and felt that huge member slide inside my pants, up against my own semi-hard cock. I grasped it outside my pants and wanked him once, twice, and that was it.

He thrust up, hard and I felt his hot cum shoot out of his cock and onto mine, into my pants and against my skin. The hot stickiness ran down my cock and onto my balls. And still he kept shooting more and more. My pants were soaked and I felt the hotness run down my thigh as I continued to rub him, his cock twitching and quivering inside my pants as I wanked the last tiny drops of cum from him.
He sank back, gasping for breath and I gently eased upwards and off his cock, now a little softer but still enormous in its semi-hard state.
I rubbed my hand over my pants and felt his warm cum on my fingers. I licked them and tasted his cum, and then did it again, trying to collect as much as I could from the wet material of my pants and lick it from my fingers.
I lay back beside him as he recovered his breath.
“God! That was amazing!” he gasped.
I was now more than semi-hard and I began to wank myself, holding my cock outside my wet pants. I suddenly realised that the fact that they were wet was turning me on. The thought of all his cum in them, the feel of the warm cum on my hands as I rubbed myself and the sensation of the stickiness on my own cock and skin suddenly made me completely erect.

He was watching me, still slightly short of breath.
“Your turn!” he grinned. “What do you want to do?”
And suddenly I knew what I wanted. I thought about it briefly and the very thought made me quiver in expectation.
“I want to fuck you,” I said.
He nodded. “Which way?” he asked me. Shall I kneel in front of you or shall I sit on you?”
“Sit on me,” I told him, and he rose up to kneel above me.
I was still wanking myself very gently through my pants. His cock was in front of me, softer now but still big, and I wished he was hard again already. I loved holding his big cock and making him cum but I knew he needed time to recover.

Reaching between his legs he pulled aside his own pants and began to lower himself towards me. I pulled down my own pants and my cock rose from inside them. He lowered himself some more and I guided the tip of my own hard cock inside his pants and against the cheeks of his ass. He moved a little and I felt the tip of my cock press against his rosebud.
I pushed upwards as he sank lower and I felt my cock enter him, a little resistance and then I was sliding into his ass. It was warm, and felt wet. He smiled with pleasure as he felt me inside him.
“Nice!” he murmured. “Fuck me!”
And he began to move up and down, sliding on my cock as I strained upwards, trying to push every inch of me into his ass. We looked at each other.
“You know,” he murmured softly, “that if you fill me with cum, it will have to come out afterwards?”
I nodded. “I know. Fine. Let it come out.”

And he gave a little nod and moved harder and stronger and I felt the warmth of his ass surrounding my cock and I pushed up hard, almost lifting myself off the bed as I shot my cum into him, again and again and again, filling his ass with my own hot stickiness. It lubricated his hole and my cock and the fact that it was surrounded by wetness made me stay hard for longer than I could have imagined and I jerked again as the last drops of cream shot from my cock into his ass.