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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 10 Oct 2001 1 comments
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by Jackson Dick I LOVE briefs, boxers, thongs, jocks, and kinky underwear. (And this particular fetish I like with women as well as men: For str8 sex, NOTHING is hotter than crotchless panties, garter belts, corsets without cups, etc.) But I've never dressed up for the baths before until this week. My wife has been stranded on the West Coast on a business trip, and I've been to the baths twice this week. My first visit (Thursday night) was what gave me the idea of abandoning the towel and adopting a costume more befitting my fondness for kinkwear. I was cruising around the club in my towel and approaching a corner where a young vgl Black kid was seated and staring at something beyond the corner. As I rounded the corner, I discovered a buffed 20-something buzzcut hottie posing in a jockstrap. He was leaning against the wall, hands at his side but crotch thrust out. The Black kid was mesmerized by the plump pouch. You couldn't really tell how hard the guy was, but his pouch was definitely a full one. I massaged my semi-hard through my towel, and as soon as I had full wood, I whipped off the towel altogether and started stroking. The Black kid reached out and began groping Buzzcut's jockpouch, and Buzzcut moaned quietly and whispered, "Oh, YEEAAAHHH man". I moved in a bit closer and began working on Buzzcut's hard pecs with my left hand, my right hand never coming off my own cock. The kid moved to kneeling in front of Buzzcut, and Buzzcut lowered the pouch, leaving the jock still wrapped around his waist in back and upper thighs in front. He was wearing a rubber cockring, and his curved 6-incher was already responding nicely to the kid. The kid opened wide and gulped Buzzcut down to the pubes in one swoop. Buzzcut moaned loudly. The kid reached out for Buzzcut's thighs to steady himself, but Buzzcut would have none of it: He roughly removed the kid's hands, making it clear only the kid's suckhole was welcome on his body. The kid went to work aggressively on the cock with his mouth, and Buzzcut placed his hands behind his neck and humped a good facefuck into the hungry mouth. The kid was a loud cocksucker, and slurped and smacked as he worked the dick. A couple of times, Buzzcut interrupted the scene by pulling away from the kid, and playing with his strap: He'd replace the dick in the pouch and then flex it without his hands, all three of us watching it twitch and spasm inside the jock. Then he'd whip it back out and let the kid suck for awhile. Then he'd pull out of the kid's mouth again, replace the jockstrap up around his waist, and then pull the pouch aside, so that he was wearing it but had freed (just) his cock to again probe the kid's moist mouth. Alas, this cool scene did not continue. Although both guys seemed fine with me beating off as I watched (indeed, Buzzcut was watching me much of the time, even as his new friend chowed down on his ringed cock), the blowjob was attracted several onlookers who were NOT jacking off. Buzzcut suddenly seemed disinterested. (I suspect he wanted the kind of meatbeating appreciation he was getting from me, and did not appreciated the guys who were JUST watching.) : - ( ANYWAY...seeing the jockstrapped blowjob made me decide that the next time I visited the baths I would wear something fun to play in. Less that 48 hours later, I awoke early on a Saturday morning (~3:30) and knew instantly where I was going. I put on a pair of Bike sports briefs several sizes too small and headed for the baths. The sports briefs were an IDEAL choice: It was blacklight night at the bathhouse and white was definitely the color of choice. Once I'd gotten hard, I let the towel go altogether and just cruised around in my sports briefs, the obscene bulge of my proud prong making a huge tented poker in the briefs. Well I made an entire curcuit through the club, and was not groped once. However, lots and LOTS of guys looked down at my package as I cruised around. A couple of times, guys just stopped dead in their tracks and stared at the bulge. The tightness of the briefs and the attention guys were giving me with their eyes kept me at full mast. In the dry sauna, I encountered a tall, thin 30-something guy sprawled spreadeagled on a bench with a middle-aged Latino cocksucker kneeling on the floor between his legs. I watched the blowjob for awhile, but the Latino's head was keeping the thin guy's crotch in the dark and (even when the Latino would pull off of the dick) I couldn't see what he had between his legs. Somehow though through the shadows, I THOUGHT I saw monstermeat. I was quite turned on by the prospect, but the view was limited so I continued my stroll through the Club. In the black-lit basement group playroom, I found a friend. Sprawled across a sofa was a fellow fetishist: heard-bodied, 30-something, towel-less and outfitted only in a super-shear thong, with two separate elastic holes, through one of which dangled his balls and through the other of which jutted his semi-hard prick at a precipitous curved angle, so that the thong served as a ball-spreader. Though only semi-hard, the guy was flexing his dick wildly with his pelvic muscles. The thing was moving several inches with each flex, even as he kept his hands by his side. I moved immediately to my friend, and hissed to him, "Fuck, that's hot!" as I thrust my own hidden hardon out and joined him in his handless dick-twitching. The strength of the sports brief fabric didn't allow the dramatic movement my friend was displaying with his double-hole thong. So, after a minute or two, I fished my hardon through the fly of the briefs and continued to use my pelvic muscles to twitch for my friend. We stood that way for several months, neither of us touching the other or even ourselves; yet both of us watching the two big boners twitch and spasm, our hands passively at our sides. Meanwhile traffic continued to pass through the groupplayroom. Lots of guys ignored us altogether (I realize this isn't for everyone!), but several stopped by for a self-stroke or two as they watched us taunt each other. The thin guy I'd seen earlier in the dry sauna came into the grouproom, and it was instantly clear that he, too, had decided to abandon the towel-standard, though in his case, he was bucknaked. His dick was soft and HUGE! He began to grow hard as he played with himself and watched us from a wall nearby, and I realized he had that kind of dick that stays pretty much the same length whether hard or soft- i.e. he had a BIG hardon (I'd guess a 7.5 or so?), but that same 7.5 made for a HUGE soft one. ANYWAY, he clearly liked the eye candy, and the three of us just did our own thing for a minute or two. I was the one to finally break the 'hands-off' scene, reaching down to stroke my thonged friend's hardon. He also handled me a bit, but our jackplay was REALLY light- mostly we'd just trail a finger lightly on the other guy's prick and watch it jump and twitch in response. Occasionally we'd wrap a fist around and give a good tug or two, producing for both of us groans of appreciation. We were both edging in this unique scene, but my friend was not ready to cum and I was. I leaned down and whispered to him, "Man, I NEED to shoot". He spread his legs broadly and whispered back, "Don't hit my thong; use my legs". I straddled his left leg, which he now raised, so that his knee was rubbing underneath my balls and ass. (The contact between his knee and my balls and ass was the ONLY substantive physical contact we had with each other in our long encounter.) Our big-dicked thin friend came in closer for the view, as I frantically jacked my dick, grunted, and spewed ball batter all over his thighs in chunky ropes. I had not yet fully recovered when he said, "okay, clean it off now". I did immediately with my towel, gave his still-twitching prick a goodbye tug, and headed out of the groupplayroom. I was there for another hour or so, and was to see both the naked guy and my thong friend several mosre times. My thong friend never left the sofa, and he remained hard and twitching as long as I was there. I was to see the naked guy cruising around in various states of hardness. (He was actually getting more stares when SOFT than hard, since his piece was such a LONG fucker soft.) We never played, but watching him stroke himself while I came on Thong-guy's thigh had been nice eye candy. For my next visit, I'm going to sneak some special underwear out of the house to play in. My wife got me these very shear, see-through briefs that have a single elastic hole somewhat similar to Thong-guy's, but with an additional pouch that can be kept in place or pulled apart. I can't wait! : - )