Men’s Sexy Panties
It was the
men’s sexy panties that did it for me, every time. I went out with all the best intentions, but the lights would go down, the drinks would start flowing and then suddenly I was surrounded by them, tight, hot butts packed into the sexiest, flirtiest little scraps of leather and PVC and all my resolutions would just fly out of the window. No more one night stands I told myself, no more strangers in the night. This time it would be for keeps, someone to come home to a night and stand by me through the tough times and not just run out on me when things got too difficult. But then all those hot, men’s sexy panties would be paraded in front of my eyes, and my cock would twitch, my balls grow heavy and I was lost, feeling nothing but need, a creature of desire that just could not say no, not to all of those riches on offer.
That was how I met Carl, how I found myself pressed up against him at the bar one night in some sweaty dive, feeling the firm swell of his incredibly hard buttocks pressing me full in the groin, just a tiny little thong between me and paradise. I caught his eye at the bar and he knew I wanted him, hell I was positively glowing with need by then and after the introductions and a quick drink that had me humming with need, I stepped outside into the warm night and walked just a few steps into the quiet darkness of a nearby alley and he was behind me suddenly, pushing me up against the wall, spreading my legs so that I could feel his hardness pressing up into me. He didn’t speak, and all I could do was groan, my legs suddenly shaking as he lent forward and pressed his face into the back of my neck, his breath hot against my skin, licking and nibbling until I trembled all over. Perversely for someone so obsessed with men’s sexy panties I never wore any underwear at all myself, liked to feel the press of my clothing against the bare flesh, and it was only a matter of moments before Carl slipped his warm, deliciously soft hand down into the back of my jeans, over my bare cheeks, caressing down until he cupped me from behind sending the breath whooshing out of my lungs in one agonized pant, making me wriggle back against him as he cupped my heavy balls, caressed my straining erection. Gods it felt so good for a moment I couldn’t breath, and then after squeezing my cock gently, he withdrew his hand and turned me around, pulling me hard up against his muscled chest. He pushed his mouth down onto mine in a frenzy, kissing, licking and biting my lips until I opened up and let him right in, grabbing my butt and half lifting me up against his hardness as if I weighed nothing at all. He fucked my mouth like a demon, his tongue clever and nimble until all I could do was react, just try and match him kiss for passionate kiss and all the while he was easing my jeans down with one hand pulling my hot, eager cock free with the other. He gently started tugging with firm, even stokes until I couldn’t help by cry out, shaking in his grip, half mad from the haze of desire that was pulling me under. He stepped back suddenly, so that my erection sprang up into the gap between us and just looked at me for a moment, a hot intense look that nearly had me jetting my seed into the warm night air. Voices passing at the end of the alley made me shiver, the hot thought of someone seeing me like this, half naked, hopelessly aroused sending my hips bucking helplessly and Carl smiled, a slow, sexy smile that made me groan and started unzipping his pants.
“
Mmnnn you are a hot little
chickie aren’t you” He whispered, voice husky with desire, and in one smooth movement stepped forward again and slid his trousers down to his knees. In the faint glow of the street lamps I could see the hottest men’s sexy panties I had ever set eyes on, a tiny wet look black as sin thong that cupped his thick erection and balls, jutting up proudly into the night. I just stared, the veins in my cock thrumming wildly, the most intense orgasm of my life building and building and somehow he knew, just knew I wanted to see those hot
men’s sexy panties on him and instead of pulling them off he just slipped them aside, releasing his powerful throbbing dick and leaning forward he lifted me up easily, tilting my hips in one practiced movement that made me trembling all over and eased himself into me firmly, god so masterfully, and I felt the indescribable power of it dominating me and shooting a white hot spike of pleasure straight up my spine so that it nearly blew the top of my head off. Sweet heaven he was so thick and hot, pushing into me without mercy I could hear myself moaning, couldn’t stop the little sounds of pleasure bursting from me, and he was taking me hard, pumping in and out ruthlessly, my cock jutting up helplessly against his hard chest, rubbing against the soft material of his shirt while all the time his thick length hit me in that special spot that sent the pressure in me building, building until he tilted me up even higher, rammed himself hard into me and lent down and closed the wetness of his mouth firmly around my throbbing cock. I exploded in one intense, moment, the pleasure busting from me in almost agonized scream, felt my seed pumping into his mouth, his cock hot and hard buried deep and pulsing inside me, those sexy men’s panties pressed tight up against my damp flesh and for a few moments I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think I was just pure, helpless feeling.
I couldn’t stand for a few moments afterwards, and Carl held me close until the trembling stopped, then eased
himself free and stepped back to give me some space. I didn’t make a habit of fucking in alleyways, but damn that had been so good I could barely get myself together, my body literally humming from the almost obliterating orgasm that had just ripped its way out of me. I didn’t go back inside the club, I went straight home, haunted by the memory of those sexy men’s panties filled to bursting with thickest, most delicious cock I have every had the pleasure of taking inside me. I kept thinking about those panties over and over again the next day, every memory causing a rush of blood to my groin, and although I would probably never see Carl again I wanted to feel those panties once more, rubbing against my flesh, shaping the outline of heat and delicious hardness.
I skipped work early the next opportunity I got, still feeling strained and sore in the most amazing way from that night’s pleasure, and as soon as I got home I fired up the computer and started looking online at websites selling men’s sexy panties, getting distracted again and again by the hot photos of fit guys in some seriously arousing scraps of leather, latex and PVC, but I just couldn’t find the right color and look. Those intensely erotic panties of Carl’s had been so small, so wet looking that just thinking about them made me hot, I couldn’t wait to find a pair and get them in my hands, feel them cupping me secretly underneath my clothing whilst I sat at work and rode the metro home whilst everyone else around me remained oblivious.
Finally I found this amazing website called
www.Koalaswim.com, stuffed with so many hot pictures of sexy men’s panties I just couldn’t stop touching myself as I scanned every arousing page, all of the images of tiny briefs, revealing extreme shorts and sensuous g-strings driving me wild and then I saw them, the perfect pair, a tiny black, wet look thong that was not just panties but swimwear too, just aching to be filled with a smooth, hot package. I just stared at the picture, remembering that feeling of those panties pressed against me as Carl thrust deep inside me and I touched myself and came almost instantly, exploding everywhere, gasping and crying out like I was back in that alleyway and the most intense sexual experience of my life was happening all over again. When I had stopped shaking I ordered several pairs, knowing I would never find anything like these amazing men’s sexy panties anywhere else ever again.
The day they arrived I broke my no underwear rule and slid the black, tiny pair on straight away, groaning when I felt the material grip caressingly around my balls. I slipped my jeans on over the top and went out to my favorite bar, but was so turned on by the feeling of those sexy panties that I had to stop as soon as I got there and jack off in the privacy of a toilet stall as my cock had got so hard and aroused I could barely walk. I stood at the bar chatting, feeling those men’s sexy panties from Koalaswim.com cupping me intimately and started getting aroused all over again. The guy I was chatting too, Michael, was cute although not really my type, but those panties were driving me wild and I couldn’t help leaning too close, looking too deeply into his eyes. When he asked me outside for a smoke we barely made it to his car before I started kissing him, sucking his tongue into my mouth and nipping his lips until he opened up and let me in. I wanted him so fiercely my cock was straining against my
sexy little panties, begging to be released and caressed. My heavy desire was turning Michael on too and when he went down on me I kept those sexy men’s panties on, just easing them aside so he could take my length in his hot, wet mouth, watching him slide up and down around the slick, wet material, and when I came I nearly passed out from the intensity of it, and it was a few moments before I could return the
favour. Michael seemed blown away by the scorching hot session in his car too, and gave me his number and for once I took it, and actually called him back a few days later. I wore another pair of those amazing men’s sexy panties to our first official date, and we had to stop on the way home again as I was so turned on I couldn’t go any further without tasting him, feeling his strong, capable hands on my cock. I found when I was wearing hot panties of my own I didn’t think so much about what other fit guys were wearing, and I kept on seeing Michael, my first serious boyfriend. We went out shopping and bought men’s sexy panties together, which was one of the hottest and most rewarding shopping trips of my life and we also spent time surfing the web for more erotic underwear, amazed at the variety on offer. We began to build up quite the collection, and it still turns me on just as much to see Michael wearing that special pair of black as sin panties as it did with Carl, so we always save those for special occasions, when we know we will have some time alone to give in to that inevitable surge of lust that always comes over me when I see those tiny
men’s sexy panties, gripping tightly around a smooth, hot package just begging to be released and caressed.
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