After my “performance” with Emily in front of our friends, my mind was all over the place. I had just received head, then gave Emily a huge facial – all while Nathan and Liv watched. I couldn’t believe I had done such a thing, but it had also really turned me on. Every time I played with exhibitionism, I liked it even more. But one of my oldest friends had just seen me thonged, hard, and spraying jizz. How would I face him again? What would we say? I didn’t know what to think about it all. So I did the only thing I could think of: I headed to the keg, and tried as quickly as I could to catch up with Nathan’s level of drunkenness. I pounded back a few, and told myself I would deal with it all tomorrow.
But even my sleep was confusing. I’d had dreams many times of stripping in front of a bunch of screaming women – and jacked off to that fantasy just as often. But that night? The dream was the same…except it was a screaming audience of MEN. Steven was there, Nathan was there, and quite a few others I knew. They were all cheering as I stripped to a thong, then pawing and grabbing at me. I woke up kind of stunned by the whole concept. And then my hand went under the blanket and into my boxer briefs. I was already rock hard, and came within just a couple of strokes.
What did this mean??? Why would I want men cheering for my naked body, and not women? Did I still want women to do it? Stupid question. OF COURSE I did. But my brain was betraying my bisexuality, I guess. I hadn’t even considered the idea until a couple of weeks ago, and now I had to acknowledge that it was a part of me.
I thought of Nathan. Weirdly, I wasn’t embarrassed to have done what I did in front of Liv. But the idea of my buddy seeing me that way was just…what? Embarrassing? Shocking? Inappropriate? Obscene? Gross? Arousing? I had never thought of Nathan sexually – and didn’t really now. He was like a brother. And as he said, we had seen each other naked hundreds of times. But had we crossed a line that buddies shouldn’t cross? As I was jumbling all of these thoughts in my brain, my phone dinged.
It was a text from Nathan. “Can we talk?” Shit. I had hoped to just avoid him for a while, but he was obviously obsessing about the situation too.
“Sure.” Best to get it over with, I guess.
“I’m out on a run. Can I drop by in 20?”
“See you then.” Well, this was going to be awkward, but I guess it should just be confronted head on, right?
I pulled on a pair of shorts over my boxer briefs, and grabbed a bowl of cereal before he got there. A few minutes later, he was at my door, panting and sweating. He was only wearing a pair of running tights, with the shirt he had started with now just tucked into the waistband. I couldn't help but notice the sweat on his pecs. We headed up to my room, where he locked the door. “Don’t want Mikey barging in,” he explained.
I nodded. “Good thinking.” He sat on my bed, and we just stared at each other, neither ready to speak first. “So,” I lamely said, but followed it up with nothing.
Nathan took a deep breath. “Yeah,” he said. “I know this is weird to talk about. But we’ve been friends for so long, that I think we need to address it.” I nodded. Another deep breath, then: “I’m sorry.”
Huh? HE was sorry? Not the conversation starter I expected. “What are you talking about, dude? I’M the one who got carried away and did stuff in front of YOU that I shouldn’t have.”
“No. NO. You only did what you did because I egged you on so much. And as you may have noticed, I was shit-faced drunk. I’m sorry.”
I laughed a little. “Yeah, I did notice.” (silence for a bit) “You feeling OK this morning?”
“I’ll admit this morning was tough,” he chuckled. “But this run actually really helped. The headache’s pretty much gone. And it gave me a chance to think about last night, which is why I decided to text you and come over. Grab the bull by the horns, you know? Hope that’s OK.”
“Of course! But I’m just worried if this will affect our friendship. I never in a million years imagined doing something like that in front of you. You said we’ve seen each other’s dicks hundreds of times – but never in a thong, never hard, and never actually cumming! But now you’ve seen me in all those ways. It’s embarrassing.”
“Dude, you have nothing to be embarrassed about! I pushed you to it. And I’ll be honest: even though I also never imagined in a million years that we’d be in this situation, I don’t regret it at all. It was really hot.” He looked down as he said the last, unable to look me in the eyes while he admitted that he enjoyed seeing me that way.
“Wow. That’s not what I expected you to say. Then I’ll be honest too: while I was quite embarrassed afterwards, I was really into it when it was happening. Having you and Liv see me that way really turned me on.”
We were both silent again, digesting what we had both confessed. “So what now?” I finally said.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t think it’s something we should do a lot, but like I said, I don’t regret it.”
“Cool,” I said, since I didn’t know what the proper response to that should be.
“Let’s go back to square one,” said Nathan. “We don’t have to talk about it now, but I honestly do want to ask you about your waxing and wearing thongs. I was serious, just really drunk. Liv wants me to do it, so I wanted to ask you about it. But I never should have insisted that you show me, if you didn’t want to.”
I was stunned. It was a little funny when he asked last night, but now I was supposed to seriously discuss my thongs and waxing my body hair with him? Yikes. Deep breath.
“OK. What do you want to know?”
“First: Why did you wax? Second: I know Emily really likes it, but how does it feel to you?”
I took a deep breath, then dove in. “Well, as you know, I’ve been doing some shaving/trimming for a few years – as have you. So the concept wasn’t new to me. But Emily wanted me to take it further. All the way further, as a matter of fact. I thought about it, and figured why not? I’ve definitely noticed that girls pay more attention to my balls when they’re shaved – so doing more could only be a good thing, right? I researched a bit online, and decided if I was going to do the whole thing, waxing was the way to go. So I googled a couple of places that specifically said waxing for men.” (OK, a bit of a lie, but there was no way I was going to say, “A man that I strip and jack off for took me to his waxing lady.”) “I was scared to death when I went to this woman named Hana. But she was really cool, and made it as comfortable for me as possible.”
“Dude! But you had to get naked in front of a stranger?”
I laughed. “Yeah, it was awkward. But I don’t know how you wax your cock and balls without taking all your clothes off. So I did.”
“Did you…you know?” Nathan asked with a bit of embarrassment.
“If you’re asking if I boned up, of course I did! Hana told me it was really normal, especially for guys my age. That helped, I guess. But it was still really weird. I’ve been naked for a few girls, but this one was just moving my hard dick around, trying to get to the hair, and it was both awkward and a turn on at the same time.”
“Dude,” he whispered. “Did you cum?”
I shrugged. “Yeah. I was dripping, and she could tell I was embarrassed. Then she told me I could ‘take care of it’. So I did. And she just watched as I jacked off. It was obviously not her first time having to deal with a horny guy getting his crotch waxed. Having her watch me was so hot. And when I finished, she just wiped me off and went back to work. It was insane.”
I seem to have forgotten to tell him about the part where Steven and I both fucked Hana. Oops.
“Wow. I can’t imagine doing that,” Nathan said.
“Well, if Liv gets her way, you’d better start imagining it. I don’t think a guy our age can possibly get waxed without getting turned on.” (I smiled to myself as I realized that Steven had said something just like that to me before I went to Hana.)
“Does it hurt?”
“Honestly, for the most part it’s not awful. There is pain, but it also feels really sexy. You know I’ve always enjoyed a little pain with my sex. But some parts are worse than others, of course.”
“What do you mean?” he asked tentatively.
“The chest hurt a bit, but not too bad. And I immediately felt how smooth it was, and liked that. The legs also hurt a bit, but they take the longest, and it just gets annoying. Cock and balls, of course painful – but every rip of the wax just made me harder. The only one I really didn’t like was my asshole.”
“YOUR ASSHOLE?”
I laughed out loud. “That’s exactly what I said! Somehow, it never occurred to me that asking for a full body wax meant my ass!”
“Oh, dude!” he laughed. “Yeah, that’s not a surprise you want!” After a moment, “Will you do it again, do you think?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “The look in Emily’s eyes when I stripped for her and she first realized I was completely hairless was amazing. And it really brought out the animal in her! She wanted to touch me everywhere. The only thing I’d say is that it’s a bit expensive – and I felt like I should give Hana a nice tip since she let me…you know. And after all, I’m trying to save for college. But I think I could just go to get waxed occasionally, and do upkeep with just a razor in between. So yeah – no regrets at all.” The fact that a much older man had arranged the whole thing, and paid for it, was a fact I left out.
Nathan just looked at me for a long time. Then, with a smile, he said, “Do you think you could hook me up with your waxer?”
I smiled back, and said, “Of course.” I knew that Hana wasn’t the kiss-and-tell (or fuck-and-tell) kind, so I wasn’t worried.
“So, what’s the deal with the thongs?” Nathan asked. I guess I wasn’t done yet.
“Well, I’ve always thought how cool it would be to be like a Chippendale, dancing in something small while women screamed for my body,” I said, trying to make it silly and light-hearted. And I knew that Emily would like it. So I tried one. And she loved it. So I got some more.” (Again, leaving out the fact that they had all been bought for me by a man in his 50s.)
“And you like them? They’re not uncomfortable?”
“No, really. That’s just a myth. Maybe some guys don’t like the idea of a strap between their cheeks, I don't know. I was a little hesitant at first, but it didn’t bother me at all. I actually like the feeling. Of course, there are different types and styles and material. So some are better than others. I’m not going to make them my fulltime underwear – still a boxer briefs guy! – but I like wearing one for a few hours while on a date with Em. And her reaction when I strip to a thong makes it all worth it.”
“What do you mean, different types?” Nathan carefully asked.
“Well, some of pouches are bigger and cover more, while some barely cover my meat at all. The strap in the back can be different shapes – sometimes a triangle, sometimes just a string. And the material can feel different too. Sometimes it grows and stretches with you, but sometimes (like last night) the pouch has NO give, and you just pop right out. There are a lot of varieties. Sexy in different ways, I guess.”
I saw Nathan adjust himself in his tights, although I looked away quickly, hoping he didn’t notice that I saw. When I looked back, there was definitely a VPL on the front of his tights.
He very cautiously asked, “Can you show me?”
I was surprised, since I knew how this was already affecting him. “I’m not wearing one right now,” I said. “And you’ve seen these boxer briefs before,” I laughed and tried to make light of it.
“Oh no! I didn’t mean that!” he quickly exclaimed. “Not after last night. I just meant see some of the thongs in your drawer, so I can see the differences you’re talking about. I’m just going to buy one or two at first, so I want to know what to look for.”
“Sure. I guess,” I said. It made sense, I thought. I headed over to my dresser and opened my underwear drawer. “I keep them hidden in the back behind all my boxer briefs,” I said. “It’s weird enough talking about this with you. I certainly don’t want to with my mom!”
“Sorry it’s weird, bro,” Nathan said. “I’m just really curious, and you’re the only guy I know that has knowledge in this area.” He stood up from the bed and walked over to me. His erection was very obvious in his tights, and I could feel mine was joining the party.
I had about eight or ten thongs at that point (now I have closer to 100!), all bought for me by Steven. I took them each out of the drawer and pointed out the differences, and let Nathan feel the material. He seemed genuinely interested, and it felt good to give him the opportunity to explore. But talking in detail about how they fit and felt was definitely affecting my tool.
I took a deep breath and went out on a limb. “Do you want to try a couple of them on?” I suggested carefully. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. It’s not like I wanted to fuck him, or have him fuck me. But I was enjoying this intimacy with him, talking about something that we couldn’t talk to others about. And yeah, it was making us both horny.
He looked at me, then softly said, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, of course. You said you wanted to know what you’re buying, right?” Then I added, “And they’ve all been through the wash. I used hot water, even when it said not to.”
He laughed. “That wasn’t my concern.”
“Then what is?”
“Um…this,” and he waved his hand over the front of his tights, with its now prominent bulge.
I just laughed. “Seriously? I’m not asking you to show me. I’m just trying to help you figure out what to buy. And do I need to remind you about you and your lady forcing me to show you mine last night?”
“Yeah, that’s fair,” he chuckled.
“So pick a couple that you think you might like. Don’t worry, I’ll turn around.” But by the time I said that, he was already peeling his running tights down. He had turned away from me, so I only got a view of his ass. I saw he was going commando, which was something I was never comfortable doing, due to my size. He pulled a grey thong from the drawer, which I know had a bit of spandex stretch to it. I went to sit on the bed and watched him from behind. I had never realized what a nice ass he had. I guess swimming had really given us both firm bubble butts. He pulled the back strap between his cheeks pretty easily, but was obviously fumbling with the pouch. I waited a minute, then said, “There’s no way you’re going to hide an erection in a thong. Even when the material stretches enough, it’s very clear what’s going on.”
“Yeah, I’m beginning to figure that out.”
“Turn around and let me see,” I said. He hesitated. “Or don’t, if you’re not comfortable. But again, I remind you: you saw cum flying out of my erection last night. So shyness isn’t really an option here.”
Nathan slowly turned around, and I almost gasped. He looked amazing. I began to see what Steven saw in me, I think: a young fit man in his prime, with young sexuality exuding from every pore. Nathan was fairer than me, and he looked like a blond Adonis in his (my) tiny little thong. The muscles were firm and defined, but not huge. He was smaller than me in the dick area, but still had a nice one. And he had picked the perfect thong. It was stretched out in front of him, but the cut and the way it accentuated his manhood was just right. Of course, it was now quite apparent that a trip to Hana was in order, but otherwise, I was very impressed.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, buddy, but I think you look really sexy in that,” I said. “Liv is going to love it. After I introduce you to Hana, that is.”
“Really? It feels great, but I feel so exposed. I knew my ass would be showing, but I didn’t realize that I would feel so on display in the front.”
“Don’t worry, you get used to it really fast,” I assured him. “Of course, I really like being on display.”
“Yeah, I’m learning that about you,” he laughed. He pulled the thong down and tried on a couple more, now plainly exposing his hard dick to me. (Mine reacted in turn.) The others were nice, still sexy, but the first was definitely the way to go.
“If you want to just take that one until you can buy some of your own, go ahead,” I offered.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, why not? You look great in it, and it’s only fair that Liv sees you in it ASAP,” I said.
“Thanks, buddy! I’ll replace it as soon as I can,” he said, as he pulled his tights back up. He soon realized the problem with that plan though, and I started to laugh.
“Um…? Would you like to take care of that before you go?” I asked.
“Yeah, I guess I kinda have to, don’t I?” he replied. “Can I just go to the bathroom quick?”
“Uh, no.” I said. Mikey’s out there somewhere. “Even with your tights up, you’re pretty evident.”
“So stay here? And what? You’re just going to watch?”
“Well, even if I did, we still wouldn’t be even with what you saw last night.” He shrugged in agreement. “But actually, if you don’t mind, I was thinking of joining you.” I know it was crazy and reckless, and probably very stupid. But I was just so horny after talking about my body waxing and analyzing my thongs. And I just needed to cum. I pulled my shorts down to show my boxer briefs and pointed at my crotch, which was just as bulging as his.
“Dude!”
“Don’t worry – we’re not doing anything gay. We’re just two guys who need to nut, and we happen to be doing it in the same room. And it’s not like you haven’t seen it before. You can even hide in the corner if you want. But I’m doing this.” And I stripped my boxer briefs down and let my big piece pop out. Nathan just stared, probably remembering what he had seen it do just a few hours earlier.
What the hell was I doing? I knew I was crazy to be doing this. But sometimes our baser instincts just take over. I was a lot crazier sexually than I had been just a few weeks ago (when I met Steven, as a matter of fact…). And now, I just knew I was really horny and really hard, and I was discovering more and more how much I liked people – men or women – watching me when I was naked. I hoped to God this wasn’t going to harm my friendship with Nathan, but I figured if it was, that ship had already sailed last night.
So I let my baser instincts take over, got naked, and started to stroke myself.
For a few moments, Nathan just watched me. He was processing seeing me nude and hard, and pleasuring myself. And probably thinking about how I looked hairless. Him staring at me while I touched myself really turned me on. And I guess it did the same for him, because after a bit, he pulled his running tights back off and came and sat by me. He slowly took his hand and began stroking, keeping rhythm with me. It was hot!
We didn’t say anything, just stroking in silence, not even looking at each other. After a while, I could feel that he was looking at me, and I looked up. Our eyes met, and we just kept stroking together. Even our breaths were in rhythm together. It was intense. Eventually, Nathan broke eye contact, and looked down at my hand and my hard cock. Still stroking, he reached out with his other hand and carefully touched my tool, replacing my fist with his. I gasped as he began stroking each of us, still in rhythm, a dick in each hand.
Our eyes connected again, and I could feel him staring into my soul. It felt like he knew everything about what I had been doing with Steven, and I just let him in. It wasn’t true, of course, but I liked the thought of him knowing. I looked down at our dicks, watching one of his hands pounding meat with a bush, and the other sliding up and down my big smooth tool. The juxtaposition was amazing! I moaned and grunted, “I’m almost there.”
“Good!” he said, and HIS cum began to erupt. It sprayed up, covering his chest, and even hitting his chin a bit. When I saw it dripping down over his pecs, I couldn’t help erupting myself. He kept stroking me as I came, and it was almost too much to bear. So I kept shooting my seed. And he stared at me, watching every rope as it came out. As I finally slowed down, he said with a grin, “I think NOW we’re even.”
“I think you’re right,” I quietly agreed. “Wow.”
After a minute, I grabbed a couple of towels, and we both wiped ourselves off. I pulled up my shorts, and he pulled up his tights, and we just looked at each other. “What happens now?” he said.
“Now, we hug, we thank each other for a good time, and never speak of this again,” I said. “And I don’t know about you, but I think Emily’s going to have a nice pounding tonight!”
“Not as good as the one Liv is getting!” he challenged, and we both laughed.
After he left, I thought about what had just happened, and about how much more free I had become in such a short amount of time. I was a little stunned by it, but I also knew I liked it, and looked forward to what my next adventure would be.
