Josh and I, we work out together almost every day. We pay attention to what we wear at the gym and we like showing off our bodies - I mean, we work hard enough at them. And we're hot, honestly. We go out and girls just flock to us; it's crazy.
But that day, Josh was doing squats and I was behind him. He was wearing these shorts, tight and kinda slick, like they clung to his skin. And Josh, he squats like 250 pounds; his ass is insane. But I couldn't help notice that those tight shorts weren't showing the usual underwear lines. I wondered if he was freeballing, but when he was walking around his dick wasn't swinging or anything, it was contained. A big package, but a package just the same.
We were walking back to his car in the garage and I had to ask. "Don't take this the wrong way, but are you wearing underwear?" I said. He laughed.
"Yeah," he said, and pulled the waistband of his shorts down to show a black band of material that sat low on his hard, hairy pelvis; so low that his trimmed pubes poked out. "It's a thong," he said in this low voice.
"Oh yeah?" I said, trying to be cool about it. But I'd never thought of a dude wearing a thong. Girls, yeah - my last girlfriend wore them all the time and it was hot as fuck.
"They're better in shorts like these cause the underwear lines don't show," he said, turning to his side to show me, though of course that's what I'd noticed. "I got some a few weeks ago and now they're basically all I wear."
"Nice," I said, trying to hide the fact that I was confused, maybe even a little shocked. Because it seemed like a thing only chicks should wear. I mean, they go right up your ass crack.
When I got home, though, I kept thinking about it. I have this one pair of underwear, bikini briefs; I don't even know where I got them. And I hardly ever wear them because I get all horny when I do. They are cut high and hug my ass and cradle my balls and cock in this sexy way. Usually I put them on if I have a date or something; the fabric is super soft and I bone up in them constantly.
I was so horny that night, so I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. My body is insane, in its prime, all 230 pounds of defined muscle and the bikinis just set it off perfectly. Of course I got instantly hard.
I kept them on and went to my laptop to jack off but before I pulled up any porn I wound up looking at thongs to purchase. The dudes in the pictures looked good and I was imagining how good I would look. I wound up buying three of them for $40 each with my hard cock in one hand and my credit card in the other.
It took a couple days before they came and in the meantime I was noticing how Josh always seemed to wear them now, and how he could handle wearing tighter shorts because of it, which just made him look even hotter with his powerful ass and compact package.
I told him I'd ordered some while we had our post-workout beer that Friday.
"You won't regret it, bro," he said.
"Are they comfortable though? They ride up in you," I said.
"I mean, I'm not gonna lie - they make me feel super sexy," he said. And I was sitting there thinking of how just now he a thong on that was riding up between his ass cheeks. The thought that I'd be experiencing that soon got me a little hard and I had to think about something said to get my cock to go down, my dog dying when I was a kid.
My heart was racing as soon as I saw the package on my doorstep a couple days later. I took it inside and opened it up and then got totally naked. I unpackaged the blue-and-white-striped one and slipped it on. My cock and balls nestled in the pouch like they were reclining in a hammock, and then I pulled up the back so the strap went between my cheeks and then it went up against my asshole. The band snapped to my waist and holy fuck it felt amazing - contained but minimal and insanely sexy. I was pulsing and leaking and I wound up jacking off right there in front of the mirror with my cock pulled out but the strap still nestled in my ass. I was so horny I even bent over and licked my load up off the mirror which I had never done before, but I was so turned on I swear I could've started jacking off all over again as soon as I was done.
In fact I jacked off three more times that night, one load for each thong I tried on.
Of course it was the first thing I reached for the next day before the gym. I'd even given myself some extra time to give my balls and hole a fresh shave, something I usually do when I'm going out just to feel fresh and groomed. I was boned up the whole time I shaved and when I went to put on the striped one again after I'd showered I got a full boner that would not go down.
And I panicked a little cause I was late to meet Josh at the gym, so I put on the thickest gym shorts I had to try and hide it. Driving there, it went down sometimes, but then I would shift in my seat and feel the thong up against my shaved hole and I'd bone up again. I got so distracted I nearly jumped a curb at one point.
We did chest, and I still kept boning up and I was pretty sure Josh noticed at one point.
"What kind of underwear you got on?" he asked me, kinda laughing cause he knew.
"Got my thongs in the mail today," I said.
"Don't worry they do that to me all the time too. Especially when I first started wearing them, my dick never went down," he said.
We got a beer after and the bartender was so hot with these huge tits, and I know both of us were boning up in our thongs.
"Plus they stretch out when you get hard which presses it into your hole even more," he continued, as we drove back to his place. When we got there we stripped off our shirts and he got us beers and when I got up to piss he was like, "Let me see what kind you got."
I dropped my shorts down around my thighs. Josh has seen me naked tons of times so it's not like it was a big deal. But I definitely started getting hard as soon as I showed him.
"Nice," he said, getting up to look. "I dig the stripes."
"Sorry," I said, cause my hard-on was jutting out like a spear.
"Feeling it, aren't you?" he said. "What's the material?" And he reached for the front of it and kind of pinched the material of the pouch, which was so stretched out from my boner that you could feel it without touching anything else. "Super soft, nice. Look how turned on you are," he said, and reached around to grasp the waistband from the back. He felt the little triangle of fabric that dipped into my crack. Then, without warning, he pulled up on it, tightening the thong strap against my hole. And I swear to god this huge drop of precum oozed out of my cockhead and through the material of the pouch which he totally saw.
"You are so horned up," he said. Then he slipped his shorts down. "It's okay I'm the same." His thong was black and it looked amazing against his tanned, hairy frame. He was nearly as hard as I was.
"Nice," I said, and reached for the fabric like he had with me. The material of his was a little thicker and stretchier. I yanked on the back like he had with me.
"Ah fuck," he said when I did that. "I kinda want to try yours on but I don't know, with how hard we are..."
"I don't care, I want to try yours on too," I said. So we slipped them off and switched. I won't deny there was some thrill, having my cock where his had just been not to mention his strap against my hole. His looked okay on me but mine looked great on him, and I'm sure it was wet with my precum but he didn't seem to care.
"You can try on some other ones if you want," he said, and opened his drawer where he must have had twenty of them. I tried a few on and he showed me some of the ones he liked. In between thongs we were so hard with our rods bouncing around.
"These things won't go down," he said, stroking his cock with a green thong still on, just pulled down under his cock. I matched him and then we were just jacking off, facing each other. He even licked his hand to lube up.
At some point he put on some porn. "Too quiet," he said. It gave us something to focus on.
But we were getting so turned on and standing right next to each other. I hardly even realized he was reaching back to grab my thong strap again before he yanked on it like he had earlier.
"Fuck," I said, eyes rolling back in my head.
"Do the same to me," he said. I dipped my fingers between the hard, round mounds of his glutes, feeling for the thong. Then I pulled on it. "Oh fuck," he said when he felt it.
The rest happened fast. We were looking at the porn on his big TV but sidled up next to each other, stroking our rods. I could hear him breathing hard. We never let go of each other's thongs and from time to time we would yank on them. The porn was a chick eating another chick's ass, and I started imagining myself like that, bent over with my thong on, someone pulling the strap to the side and getting their tongue against me like the thong was right then.
My hand was on the top of Josh's fuzzy glutes which were flexing as he stroked. Each time he pulled on my thong I felt the strap sink between my shaved cheeks and up against my hole. Then he pulled the strap out of my crack completely and ran his fingers up and down the length of the strap, pulling on it before slicing it back into me again.
I did the same for him and then we were full-on touching each other's holes, only over the straps with that little strip of fabric keeping us from actually touching each other.
We were getting so close and our fingers were resting against each other's holes I could feel his tightening and releasing. I tapped against it.
"Fuck that's gonna make me cum," he said.
"Me too," I said, cause he was pressing his finger against mine. We looked at each other and then I just leaned in, or maybe he leaned into me. But we just started making out like it was the most natural thing in the world. Fists working overtime on our cocks while our other hands were nestled in each other's ass cracks.
I popped off first. It started shooting everywhere, all over his floor. He went right after me, though. I felt his hole tighten up and release with each shot. Our cum was splattering on the floor and we were shoving our tongues into each other's mouths. It was the hottest thing ever.
Then we'd shot our wads and it was time to assess the damage. We laughed when we saw how much cum we'd sprayed on his floor. He got some paper towels and I helped him wipe up, on all fours with our thong-clad asses spread out.
"Wild," he said.
"Best we keep that to ourselves," I said.
"Yeah I can keep a secret. Like these thongs," he said with a wink. And we slipped our gym shorts back on and cracked open another round of beers which we sipped on his porch as the sun lowered. A couple of our buddies swung by and drank with us, no one the wiser that we were both thonged up under our shorts, not to mention that we'd both just nutted all over the floor with our tongues in each other's mouths and our fingers on each other's holes.
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