I have a friend, a gay friend. I'm straight. I love women and I masturbate constantly thinking about women, but I also have a panty fetish. This followed through and became a men's underwear fetish. That is, I'm not just a boxer boy. I like the silk bikinis, thongs, etc. And the idea of a person seeing them turned me on. So I'd go over there sometimes and let my pants get pulled a little below my bikini, to tease a little.
Well, my gay friend was constantly hitting on me. Telling me how good I look, etc., etc. And, that starts to get to you. Suddenly you feel a little turned on. It could have been a dog saying those things to me, eventually the dog would have turned me on, you see?
Well, I go over there a lot. Every few nights, and we hang out. He started moving into porn. He would show me weird gay porn, which didn't turn me on, but it was still lots of cocks and cum on t.v. next to him. Then, he said, 'Bring me what you like to watch. I'm curious.' So, I brought a Playboy special on their 'Night Calls' television show. It was a tape that I had spent many nights enjoying myself with.
I walked in with the tape, and I was wearing my new Adidas, stretchy, athletic pants and a t-shirt. He was just in his boxers, like he always is. Nothing out of the ordinary. Well, we put the tape in, and watched it for about 30 mins. Then, I noticed that he had a quilt over him and it was moving, slowly. I said, 'You're going to town, huh?' He looked at me, and a bulge was starting to grow beneath my athletic pants. He said, 'You can too, you know.' So, I slowly pulled my pants down, revealing a high-cut, white, silk bikini. There were already small pre-cum stains on it.
He said, 'Did you cum?'
I said, 'No. Not yet.'
I started rubbing it, and more and more pre-cum started oozing out of my cock. Then he told me to take it out, so I pulled the bikini just below my shaft, so that my balls were still in, but my cock was out. I started rubbing my shaft, slowly, rubbing the pre-cum into my cock head. He then proceeded to move his hand along my thigh, under my silk bikini, and to my balls. He started massaging them very firmly, and pressing down on them. I placed my other hand on the outside of my silk bikini and guided his hand over my balls, pushing it into them even harder, making me want to blow my load.
I looked at him and smiled, he knew it was coming. He pushed down really hard, and one thin stream of cum flew out of my cock onto my chest. He said, 'So, you're a shooter, huh?' I said, 'Sometimes.'
We haven't done it again. Though he has seen me in some other bikinis.