I was on a business trip in Europe with my colleague Steve, a guy in his mid-forties like me. We’d checked into our hotel in a downtown part of the city and we’d arranged to meet in the hotel restaurant a couple of hours later to eat. Looking out of my hotel room window I saw an “Adult Store” on the other side of the road. With a couple of hours to kill, I couldn’t resist a visit.
It was a typical adult store with stacks of porn magazines and DVDs, sexy underwear, and sex toys. I started to wander round. There in an alcove behind a rack of sexy women’s and men’s underwear was Steve. I saw that like me he had a couple of girly porn magazines tucked under his arm. In his hand, he was holding a Fleshlight (an artificial vagina for use as a masturbation aid, for those who don’t know). He was so engrossed in browsing through tiny women’s panties he didn’t notice me at first.
“Hi Steve,” I said. “Are you buying those sexy knickers for your wife?”
Steve spun. He had a look of horror on his face.
“Yeah … uhhh … no,” Steve replied, obviously lost for words.
“And what’s with the Fleshlight,” I continued. “Aren’t you getting it from your wife?”
Then it all came out. Steve told me he’d recently separated from his wife. He’d found solo masturbation wasn’t satisfying enough so he was using hardcore porn to get aroused. The panties were for himself. He told me sexy underwear turned him on and while his wife had been around he’d been playing with her panties without her knowing.
“Fancy coming back to my room afterward and looking through magazines?” Steve asked, adding “I could do with talking things through with another guy.”
I liked Steve, he was a friend as well as a colleague, a good guy who’d helped me with a few issues of my own. I agreed. Back in Steve’s hotel room, we opened cans of beer and Steve switched on the TV and turned to one of the porn channels. It was showing a movie about a stud of a hospital doctor who was steadily working his way through the other doctors, both women, and men, and through most of the pretty student nurses in their curve-clinging blue uniforms and black stockings. We were browsing through our magazines ogling women in penis straining nude poses. My penis was iron-hard erect. But I could see Steve wasn’t at ease, there was something on his mind and he was working himself up to tell me. Finally, it came out.
“I’ve just got to have a wank,” Steve said, fingering the bulging ridge of his erection through his trousers. “I’ve held it back nearly a week knowing I’d get that Fleshlight in that store. I’m up rock hard. Do you mind if I get my cock out and use my Fleshlight to jerk one off?”
I was momentarily taken aback. I’m straight and had a steady woman partner. But at that moment, in the cosy privacy of the hotel room, sexually excited by porn magazines, with the stud on the TV stark naked and having his eight inches of hard muscle sucked off by another naked guy, Steve saying he wanted to get his cock out and wank one off awoke half-forgotten memories.
I was momentarily eighteen again, on a field trip with my all boys school, in a dormitory with half a dozen other boys. Porn magazines and borrowed sisters’ and mothers’ panties were scattered on a bed. Some boys were wearing girls’ knickers before we all got naked. Our hungry young cocks were all up hard and we were showing off our masturbation techniques. That was when I’d discovered that watching other naked boys masturbate, masturbating naked myself for an audience, and wearing and seeing other boys in girls’ tiny panties was erotically exciting. Perhaps deep down I’d never forgotten that excitement.
“Go on Steve,” I said, and added, “I might even get mine out and join you.” I was up hard too.
Steve gave me an odd look. He opened the Fleshlight pack. I’d seen pictures of them but never handled one. It was soft rubbery plastic the same colour as a woman’s tanned skin and looked exactly like a woman’s sex mound and vagina slit. It was smooth and hairless of course. I prefer a decent bush round a woman’s vagina. I like the look of a decent cunt bush and the feel of her pubes against my cock head and brushing my shaft as I slide in. Perhaps one day they’ll make one with pubes. We followed the instructions to dunk it in warm water to get it to body heat.
Then in a moment of daring, prompted by that old memory I said, “Why don’t you get naked and use it? Wanking’s always better nude, isn’t it? We’re just guys together aren’t we?”
Steve looked at me that odd way, then grinned. Perhaps to encourage him, and perhaps because I was getting horny, I continued.
“I’ll get naked too,” I said. “I need a wank. Especially after seeing her.”
As an excuse for getting horny so Steve didn’t think it was thinking of him naked getting me up hard, I picked up a magazine open at a set of penis-straining pictures of a mature big boobed brunette with a hairy pussy sprawling nude over an office desk.
With the Fleshlight warming up Steve and I stripped naked. I unexpectedly found my eyes hungrily following him. He was in light blue designer briefs and I found myself getting excited at the way they bulged over his already erect penis and how the thin cloth showed the outline of his shaft and cock head in perfect detail. His briefs were so small the head of his erect cock was peeping over the top hem. He dropped his briefs and his erection bounced out and swung stiffly with its rounded purple head pointing straight up.
As soon as Steve got naked I slipped my briefs off. They weren’t as sexy as Steve’s and I saw his erect penis was bigger than mine, but my balls were much hairier than his. Also, he was uncut whereas I’m circumcised. As soon as my erect cock was out Steve had his eyes on it as all men do with each other in the locker room.
“Your cock’s cut,” Steve said. “How does a cut guy wank? I’ve always wondered.”
“I just wrap my hand round it and stroke,” I said, wrapping my thumb and forefinger in a ring round my shaft and giving him a quick demonstration of a few strokes. “Never had any problem wanking,” then for some reason I added “or being hand jobbed.”
Steve gave me a look as if he thought I was giving him a hint. Perhaps subconsciously I was.
“Go on, put some sexy knickers on,” Steve said, now with an edge of excitement in his voice.
Steve handed me one of the men’s thongs he’d had bought. It was smooth black satin embroidered at the hems with red thread and had little red bows at the hips. The tiny triangle of black cloth at the front was scarcely big enough to cover a guy’s flaccid cock and balls let alone an eight incher like mine, but there was a convenient embroidered slit at the front for a guy to poke his shaft through if he wanted to.
“Ever worn any underwear like that?” Steve asked.
“No … but I’ve worn girls’ panties for other boys.” Steve looked at me cautiously. “back at school,” I continued. “I was eighteen. We posed for each other in girls’ knickers. Just white cotton knickers like schoolgirls wear. Then we wanked each other. I guess it’s like your panty fetish.”
Steve had left himself open to my last remark but I saw he was suppressing a mischievous smile. I put Steve’s tiny thong on. The soft satin felt delicious snuggling my balls and the thin gusset strap at the back felt very erotic nestling in my bum crack and under me between my legs. I eased my erect penis through the slit at the front. Looking at myself in the big wall mirror that tiny black triangle made my cock look massive and that little slit held my shaft up almost vertical. It was so small my balls and pubes peeped out at the sides. Wearing it I did a twirl for Steve.
