I was going from door to door, soliciting donations for an environmental group that wants to do something about climate change. Personally, I think the planet's already too fucked up, but I feel obligated to try. At the end of the afternoon, I rang the bell at a house in one of the wealthier suburbs of San Diego. I couldn't hear it ring. How come so many doorbells don't work? But I did see a curtain twitch and after a few seconds, the door opened.
"Richard Wilson?" I asked, looking at the list of registered voters on my clipboard.
"Dick," he said. I started into my well-rehearsed pitch about carbon footprints and shit, looked up at him and then abruptly stopped. My jaw droped. The guy who'd opened the door was the absolute epitome of a gay guy's fantasy. Slender, blue eyed, almost hairless body and so, so fucking handsome, I was rendered speechless. To top it all off, he was wearing a white singlet and a pair of hot pink boxer briefs with white trim round the waist band and legs. I started to drool. He looked at me inquisitively.
"Dick?" I echoed, "not Richard?"
"Yes, I like Dick."
I had to say it. "I like Dick, too." He smiled, getting the joke. It was one of those moments when you meet someone and you know instantly that there's a mutual attraction. "I'm Tony." His handshake was firm and he looked right into my eyes, gripping my hand a few seconds longer than he needed to. My pulse quickened.
"You'd better come in."
It was group policy never to enter residences, but fuck it, if this guy wanted me in his house, they'd need wild horses to drag me out. They could shove their policies up their asses. I stepped inside.
"Come and sit down in the living room," he said. "How about a cold beer? You look hot." Did he mean I looked overheated, on this unusually warm day, or did he mean I looked sexy? I opted for the latter. Seconds later, seated on his couch, we were both gulping on cold cans of lager. I resumed my effort to extract a cash donation for my worthy cause, but he interrupted me. "You can stop right there. I fully support what you're doing and I'l write you a check. Just chill out and enjoy your beer." He leaned back, his hands behind his head, his knees apart. I couldn't take my eyes of his intense pink underpants, and he was aware of it. A slight smile played around his lips I wanted to kiss him.
"So, you're Dick," I said. "I've known a lot of Dicks."
"Really?"
"Yes, dozens. Maybe hundreds. I liked them all and my best friend is Dick. I play with him a lot."
He laughed. "What sort of guy is he?"
"Very upright. Firm, you might say, rigid, even. He stands up for what he believes in."
"So do I," said Dick. "I'm very expressive. I spout a lot." It was my turn to laugh.
"My dick likes to shoot, even though he only has one eye."
"You only need one eye to shoot. "
"Yes. He's quite a marksman. He's shot a lot of guys in the ass and several in the face. One time he shot this dude in the throat. Everyone likes him even though he has a big ego and needs to be stroked from time to time."
"I'm a bit like that. I need stroking, just to make me feel good about myself."
"I imaging you always feel good about yourself, especially in those amazing underpants. That colour is awesome! Where did you buy them?"
"I got them off the oddments rack at T.J. Maxx. They were the only pair in this color and I couldn't resist them."
"'Irresistible' is an appropriate word," I said, looking into his eyes. "Do you always open your door dressed in your underwear?"
"Only to really good-looking guys. When the door bell rang I took a peek through the curtain and when I saw you, I decided that pants weren't necessary. It's not a problem, is it?"
"Absolutely not. If I had a pair of underpants like yours, I'd show them off as often as I could get away with."
"I'm glad you like them. "What color does your friend Dick like to wear?"
"Right now he's dressed in electric blue silk. He loves the smooth sexy feel of the material rubbing against him."
"Boxers or briefs?"
"Boxers, though he often wears briefs. He thinks briefs look sexier, but boxers grant better access."
His eyebrows went up. "Access for whom?"
"Whoever likes dick."
"Well that would include me. Maybe next time I open the door I'll be wearing boxers so I can get a nice breath of fresh air up the leg to keep Dick cool."
"But the ones you have on now look so inviting," I said, looking into his eyes.
"Well," he said with a broad grin, "getting back to my favorite subject, I've never met a Dick I didn't like. I've known a lot of Dicks, too. Some were black, though most of them were white. A few were very tall, especially when they stood up. I did get to know some short ones when I was a young boy, but we all grew bigger as we got older."
"How young?" I asked.
"Oh, you know, ten or eleven."
"Those were the days," I said, nostalgically. "All those young Dicks getting to know each other. I knew a lot of young Dicks, too."
His smile broadened and he slid his butt farther down on the couch until he was lying almost prone. "I think it's time you got to know Dick a little better. He's dying to meet you." I could see the start of an erection under the pink cotton.
"And I can't wait to meet him," I said putting my hand on his thigh, "but I've only known you for a few minutes." I faked an expression of naive innocence. "You could be some kind of sexual predator, who invites young men like me into his home and molests them, forces them to commit unnatural acts and makes them perform fellatio and surrender to anal penetration." He was grinning. "And whatever makes you think that I would love to touch your dick?" I ask, with fake indignation. "How could you possibly imagine that I might be dying to take it in my mouth and suck you off?" It was difficult not to grin. "You don't think for a minute that I would relish the taste of a mouthful of creamy cum, or that, having tasted it, I would want to swallow it all down?" My hand slid up his thigh and cupped his basket. He was now as hard as a rock. "I'm not a pushover, you know."
"You might be," he said. "Under your respectable exterior, I think there's a submisive dude who would love to surrender to my sexual advances."
"What advances?" I asked, now openly grinning.
"These." His hand reached out and fondled the front of my pants, beneath which my raging hard-on pulsed. I leaned in and brought my face close to his. His breath was sweet, tinged with the flavour of beer. He put his other hand on the back of my neck and pulled my lips on to his. I opened my mouth and his tongue went all the way in. I sucked on it, as though it were a nice big dick. After a few seconds, he released me and I lay back on the couch. He unbuttoned the top of my pants and ran the zipper down. I lifted my hips and let him slide the pants down to my ankles. I freed my feet. and lay back again. "Nice boxers," he said, admiring the electric blue silk underpants. "You're right, they have easy access." His hand went into my fly and he pulled my dick out and began to stroke it. "Hello, Dick, I'm pleased to meet you."
By now I was too far gone to continue the "dick" game. I dropped all pretence at reluctance and pushed my hand down the front of his underpants, gripping his cock, warm and stiff. "I want to suck you off," I croaked, my voice hoarse with lust.
"You're gonna have to beg me," he said. "I'm not a slut."
"I am!" I cried. "I'm a total slut. I need a dick to suck. I want to be abused, humiliated, overpowered. I want to be savagely fucked with your big stiff dick up my ass. I want my face splattered with cum, my mouth filled with it and I'll swallow it all. I want you to sit on my face so I can push my tongue up your ass. You can even pee on me, piss on my face, into my mouth and I'll drink it all. You can do anything you like to me!"
"You fucking faggot," he said, playing along. Beneath the faked contempt in his voice I could detect his eagerness. "You fucking cocksucking little queer! You're a fucking whore." The verbal abuse thrilled me.
"Please, please let me suck your dick," I begged. "I'll do anything if you'll let me suck you off." Although we were still playing a game, I really meant it. I was prepared and eager to suffer any humiliation at his hands.
He stood up and turned to face me. "Pull my underpants down," he said, and to my delight, added, "with your teeth."
I couldn't have asked for more. I dropped to my knees in front of him and first one side, then the other, I gripped the edge of the legs of his boxer-briefs and slowly tugged them down. Then I bit his waistband and pulled it out and down over his rigid dick. The aroma of hot cock made my heart pound. I managed to get his underpants down to his knees, where they fell to his ankles. He stepped back and lifted them off his feet and threw them at me. I caught them and buried my face in them, inhaling the scent of his body. He smiled down at me, eyebrows raised.
"I'm begging you," I said. "I just have to suck your dick. Please, let me. I need a mouthful of cum. Shove your cock down my throat as far as it will go, you fucking brute! If I don't get your dick in my mouth in the next few seconds, I'll go crazy!"
He took it in his hand and started slapping my cheeks with it, from side to side. My mouth was open, hoping he'd push it in, but no, he was making me wait. I looked up at him. God, he was handsome! "Please," I whispered in desperation. At last he took mercy on me and slid his gorgeous dick into my mouth. I closed one hand round the base of his shaft and held his foreskin forward as my tongue slid underneath and swirled round the head. My other hand caressed his balls. Then I started masturbating him with my lips, taking my hand away and letting him shove his dick right to the back of my throat. I'm skilled at supressing the gag reflex and was able to take the whole thing into my mouth, my nose pressing against his pubic bone.
"Oh, you're good," he groaned. "You must be the world's best cocksucker. Do that thing with your tongue again." I obliged, teasing his glans with my tongue, while gently stroking my hand back and forth. With my free hand, I touched his anal opening, gently probing, hinting of penetration, so that it might give him the idea later to fuck me in the way I wanted, deep, hard and long.
"I'm gonna cum!" he cried, thrusting his hips foward and I brought my hand back on to his shaft and stroked it, my lips round the tip, my tongue still playing. I could taste his precum, slightly more bitter than my own. My excitement was mounting. I was close to what I really wanted, the taste of his cum. Then I felt the head swell and he abruptly pulled his cock out, letting a large blob of cum hit me on my forehead and then he immediately pushed it back into my mouth again as more squirts of cum errupted. My heart was pounding with the indescribable thrill that sucking his cum from his dick gave me. A feeling of total joy surged through me from the act of submitting to another man. I wanted the moment to last forever, that perfect moment when cum starts to fill my mouth and I know there's more to come. My hand milked him as I looked up at him. I could only see out of one eye, as the other was covered in cum which I could feel running down my cheek. "Yeah, yeah!" he grunted as the last drops emerged from his hot dick. "Oh, that was fucking sweet. That was the best blow job I've ever had." I leaned back on the couch and opened my mouth, letting him see how much cum was there. "Jesus! I shot quite a load, didn't I?" he said, proudly.
I closed my mouth, smiled and swallowed, then licked my lips, looking at him, dressed in only his singlet, his dick still hard, pointing at me, a final bead of cum on the end. I burned the memory of this vision into my brain, for later jerk-off fantasies.
"It's all over your face," he said.
"I love that. I'm so happy when a guy cums on my face." With one hand, I smeared the cum all over my cheeks and round my mouth, making sure there was plenty on my upper lip. The smell of fresh cum is quite intoxicating. Then I licked my hand.
"You like cum, don't you?" he said. "If you wanna finish yourself off, go ahead. Have a wank, I don't mind."
"Thanks, but I'm gonna save it," I said. "How long will it take you to recover?"
"Long enough for a shower and another beer. Wanna stick around?"
"What happens if I do?"
"Who knows. Ask me when I've recovered. It shouldn't take long. Maybe I'll suck YOU off."
"You're gonna have to beg me."
"Possibly. I might be on bended knees, pleading with you, offering you anything if only you'll let me suck you off so I can swallow your cum." We were both laughing.
"And I might let you, on one condition."
"Which is?"
"I'll tell you when your cock's hard again."
"Deal," he said, and went to take a shower.
I took a fresh can of beer from his fridge and sat back down on the couch. I picked up his underpants from where I'd dropped them and gave them another sniff. There was a wet patch of precum on the front. I stood up and slid my boxers off, then stepped into the pink boxer-briefs, pulling them up and look at my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall. Holy shit, I looked so hot! The color, perhaps nearer mauve than hot pink, screamed of 'gay'. They had short legs, more like trunks than boxer-briefs and fit me perfectly. They were just loose enough to accommodate my still-hard dick and perhaps the presence of a hand. I spent a minute or more admiring myself. Dick was taking his sweet time in the shower, which was fine with me. I wanted him to be fully recovered by the time he came out so that we could resume where we left off. I love wearing another guy's undies, having my cock nestling where his cock was moments before. Eventually, he came back into the living room with a short towel wrapped round his waist. He sat on the couch and I tried to look up his towel, but it was not quite small enough. He looked at me, dressed in hot pink.
"You really like those underpants, don't you, Tony?"
"You bet. The colour says it all. Anyone seeing me in these wouldn't be able to resist me."
"You'd have to beat them off with a stick. You look adorable. Let all your friends see you in them. They'll be cumming in their pants."
"They're almost perfect."
"They lack something?"
"Ideally, they should be soaked with your cum."
"That could be arranged. Let's swap. Keep those on and I'm gonna wear your boxers. I've never worn silk underwear." He stood up and dropped his towel. To my delight, his dick was more than half hard. He picked up my boxers and pulled them up his legs. Okay, so they didn't look as sexy as the pink ones, but the loose legs and big fly invited the insertion of a hand, the hand of anyone who likes to caress a dick, and I just love dicks, as you might have guessed. I stepped close to him, put my arms round his hips, my hands on his butt and pulled his body against mine. As I ran my hands over his buttocks, the smooth sexy feel thrilled me. I could feel his rapidly hardening dick pressing against mine. "I'm getting horny again," he whispered in my ear. "I wanna do to you what you did to me. I'm gonna let you abuse me. I want to totally submit to you and let you do anything you like to me. I'm your slave!" His hands, on my waist, slid down and pulled the pink trunks down to my upper thighs and let my dick spring free. We ground our hips together, his rigid member now out of the fly of the boxers rubbing against mine. We kissed, our tongues duelling, breathing through our noses, then he leaned back and looked into my eyes. "I want to taste your cum, Tony, I nice big mouthful, a couple of swallows, at least. Do I have to beg you?"
"You do," I said, grinning. "On your knees, you fucking slut!" He dropped down, his face inches in front of my dick.
"This is a gorgeous dick," he said. "I've fallen in love with it. I want it in my hand and in my mouth and up my ass. I wanna be humiliated, raped, molested, made to submit to your basest desires!"
"Say 'please'."
"Oh, please, Tony, please, I'm begging you, shove this lovely cock into my mouth and don't take it out until it's full of cum. Shoot your load into me, down my throat, and later you can fuck me up the ass." It seemed that Dick was a guy after my own heart, a total bottom who'd been capable of playing the part of a top, and now it was my turn to give him what he wanted.
"So you're a cum sucker, too, Dick."
"Oh, I am. Gimme all the cum you've got, then give me some more. Please, Tony, I can't wait any longer. I have to have your dick in my mouth." He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him so that I slid right into his mouth. He let out a sigh of contentment. I knew exactly how he felt in that beautiful moment when one starts to suck an iron hard excited dick, the exquisite joy of making another man thrill to your touch. He was just as good a cocksucker as I am, doing wonderful things with his tongue, caressing my balls with one hand and with the other, thrusting his middle finger as far as it would go up my ass.
"Agh," I croaked. "That feels good. Finger-fuck me, you fucking faggot, shove it in harder and later you can ram your dick into me." He pushed his finger in and out rapidly, my eager ass wishing it was bigger. I couldn't wait to feel his dick up there. The thought that his rigid cock would one day soon be pounding inside me set my heart racing and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for very long. Sure enough, in less than half a minute, I felt my dick swell up then pulse five or six times as my cum rushed along it and into his waiting mouth. I gave a few final deep thrusts and then he pulled his finger out of my ass and released my dick. His tongue licked the last drop from the end. He looked up at me, his face alight with happiness.
"That was the absolute best, Tony. You taste fucking marvelous and so much of it, too. I got two full swallows. You've made me a very happy man." I pulled his underpants up to my waist and sat on the couch. "You can keep those," he said. "Wear them often and let yourself be seen in them. No guy will be able to resist you."
"And keep my boxers, too" I said. "I'd like to imagine you jerking off in them every day, then wearing them all day long, soaked in cum."
"I'll be jerking off to the memory of you."
"And my dick."
"Precisely! Don't you just love dick?"
The End.
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