A Brief Encounter
My first ever encounter...in a changing room.
It was just before the start of the new school term, summer holidays were just about over for us and what a summer it had been! Hardly any days of rain during our seven weeks off and most of us who'd spent our time on the south coast beaches were sporting nice tanned bodies, with distinct tan lines where our Speedo briefs had been. 1969/70 was a time when fairly skimpy swimming trunks were the norm and people in shorts were seen as a bit of an oddity!
My mother had asked me to go along to the local gentlemen's outfitters (I love that old fashioned name for a clothes shop) and purchase my new, long school trousers ready for the imminent term.
I needed to walk the mile or so to the shop. That was no hardship, I was a fit 15 year old, it was pleasantly sunny and a warm late afternoon in early September as I set off. My short sleeved shirt was unbuttoned at the neck and I was wearing my old school trousers so the assistant had an idea of what I was used to, and what passed the school rule regulations on trousers. Nothing too light, or even too tight, no drain pipes or flares were allowed, just boring old dark grey or charcoal coloured trousers.
As I entered, the shop's door bell tinkled and the gentleman sales assistant looked across to me.
"We'll be with you shortly sir," and then he returned to assisting the silver haired man, offering him even more hats and caps to try on.
A much younger male assistant was dealing with a pensioner lady buying socks and ties, for her husband no doubt. He looked up at me and smiled.
The shop had banks and banks of cabinets with wide, thin drawers covering the walls and behind the serving counters. Numerous, glass cabinets and shelving all over the place. Plenty of male dummies or mannequins some wearing sports jackets and cravats, others with shirts and ties, some even had dressing-gowns. There was the occasional advert hanging from the ceiling by thin threads, Invicta, I & R Morley, Harris Tweed, that rocked slightly from the draught I'd created with the shop's front door.
I was left to slowly work my way round to the trousers; rails and rails of all colours, sizes and materials. But as I passed by the olive greens and khaki, the sky blues and checks I saw the flesh coloured Jockey Y-front mannequin sitting on a cabinet sporting a pair of the recently launched Jockey Skants, with a prominent formed bulge in front, hardly contained by the minimal amount of cloth that this style of underwear had. Usually the mannequin's bulge was hardly discernible hidden beneath the sagging pouch of the white y-fronts that it usually displayed.
For many years, both men and youths alike had worn the boring old white Y-front briefs that had deep sided seams and masses of white ribbed cotton that usually made them baggy when worn and of course they had the inverted Y opening they'd become famous for. If it wasn't the genuine Jockeys, then it was something similar from that High Street icon M&S that supplied most of us guys with our underwear at this time.
Jockey Skants, for those of you who aren't aware were the exact opposite. They'd a very skimpy, bikini-look to them, they were made of 100% woven nylon in bright colours and even in pin stripes, and had a tiny, barely 1/2" side, with a single thickness of front pouch and no fly opening at all. They sat low down below the hip bone. This meant pulling down the waist elastic to pee over the waistband which was little more than a thick elastic band covered in the same material, instead of working your cock out of the fly opening of Y-fronts as you had to do with Y-front briefs.
The view of this scantily clad mannequin excited me somewhat thinking that that's what I could be wearing instead of the old-fashioned white y-fronts my mother kept buying for me that I had on now. I could feel my cock starting to grow in my y-front's pouch as I stood in front of the mannequin, looking at the way the bikini sat below the model's hips, how it defined his bulge and showed off his buttocks. I glanced down at the rows of Skants in their plastic packets, stacked like thin paperback books with the spine upper most. I flicked through the colours, fingering the top edge of the packs and saw how the colours and sizing was laid out. Dark blue, sky blue, red, yellow, apple green, purple, mustard, white and black plus a few 2 coloured striped pairs, Blue & Red, Yellow & Red, Purple & Green. My heart was racing as I opened the sealed edge of a yellow pair and slipped the woven nylon material out of its pack. I could smell the newness as I checked the size on the label sewn into the back of the waistband, a medium. I held them up in front of me, my left and right hands holding the Skants at their skinniest part at the side, stretching the waistband at my eye level, seeing how skimpy they looked, and even I wondered could I actually fit in to them. I was no way well endowed and being 15, I was still growing but being so accustomed to Y-fronts these did seem so small compared to what I usually wore. These had hardly any material to cover my teenager tackle and smooth, hairless globes. What would my pals think if I stripped off in the changing room for PE wearing these? Did I have enough balls to do that, I wondered. No one else was wearing these, I'd be the first!
I stuffed them back quickly into the packet, dropping the cardboard in the process, as the young sales assistant approached me. I placed them down awkwardly on top of the others.
"Good afternoon sir, can I help you?" (I loved how older people would call a young 15 year old like me "sir", but at my age, it only ever happened in a selling situation in a shop).
"Well I'm looking to buy some school trousers similar to these." I gestured to the ones I had on. "That's fine sir, if you'd follow me please."
I followed him to the racks, my hard-on barely subsiding as I brushed passed the main underwear displays towards the assistant...Jockey Y-fronts, Wolsey briefs, string underwear by Brynje, cellular interlocking briefs by Sunspel, long johns by Smedley etc.
"Do you know your size, sir?
He eyed me up and down and removed a fabric tape measure from around his neck, and started to take a waist measurement from me.
"Is this where you normally have your trouser top, or do you prefer them slightly lower, sir? He slowly pulled my trousers a touch lower so they sat just above my hip bones.
"How's that?"
I kind of hummed an acknowledgement as he then moved closer and measured where the trousers were positioned.
"That's a 30 inch, sir."
Without even asking, he then proceeded to put the end of the tape measure at the start of my crotch to take my inside leg measurement. I gasped quietly, with an intake of breath as the tip of his finger and thumb pushed right where my ball sac started. He must have seen the bulge that I was still sporting and the back of his hand somehow more than just brushed the front of my fly as he removed his hand from my crotch. He must have definitely felt my boner!
The fact that an older man, possibly some six or seven years my senior was touching me so near to my 'privates' certainly excited me.
"That's a 29 inch sir. It's a fairly standard size, so you've plenty to choose from."
He moved to the racks that contained them and selected a few school type colours which he placed over his left arm as he proceeded to walk towards the fitting room cubicle. I quickly lifted the pack of Skants I'd opened earlier as I followed him closely towards the cubicle.
He'd already placed the trousers with their coat hangers on the hooks in the cubicle and held the curtain to one side as I entered, pulling it closed behind me.
"I'll come back in a few minutes sir, to see how you're getting on."
I was alone at last. I slowly rubbed the palm of my hand over my crotch area and my teenage cock responded instantly, growing quickly to its full size, which all teenage boys know down to the last millimetre. Mine was ok, I suppose, but like all school mates we always wanted more when we were fully hard. I could feel the outline of the y-front opening through my school trousers as I continued pushing harder with my palm, up and down the length of my pubescent dick, slowly, repeating the same action again, up, down.
I was feeling horny and had the urge to strip off in front of the full length mirror and pose naked. I quickly unbuttoned my short sleeve shirt and slipped it off my teenage torso throwing it over the back of the chair in the corner, keen to know how I looked with my summer tan, I unclipped my trouser waist and pushed down the fly zip with my little finger. I eased each of my slip-on shoes off kicking them to the side under the chair. Being so lose now, the trousers fell to my ankles. In my reflection I saw the tanned 15 year old me, with a massive boy dick boner tenting my baggy, white Jockey Y-fronts. My bronzed almost hairless legs ran down to the grey school socks that half covered my calf muscles.
I heard the shop door bell jangle a few more times as people came into the shop and pleasantries were exchanged between the staff and new customers. I didn't hear any 'goodbyes' or 'thanks for your custom' so I took it that no one was leaving, just that the shop was getting busier before closing time.
Easing my uncut boy dick out through the opening of the Y-fronts I proceeded to wrap my eager fingers around his light pink shaft and wank him, careful not to take him too close to climax as I wanted this 'first time I'd stripped off in a shop' to last. I released my grip and pulled my white classic briefs down passed my cock which instantly sprang back as the briefs went towards the floor to join the school trousers. I stepped out of everything and there I stood naked apart from my socks, viewing myself in the mirror, turning to see the effect the tan lines had on my firm adolescent body. Beautiful contrasting colours where the swim briefs had kept my privates and buttocks a baby pink, it was almost as if I was wearing a see through swimsuit there was such a noticeable difference between the two. The only bit that wasn't so distinct was my butt, as I craned round to view it in the mirror, just above the top of my arse crack where it would have disappeared into my swimming trunks. Getting my swimming trunks in the same position each time I was sunbathing was not easy, and it's not the type of thing you ask school pals on the beach to help you with! So the tan lines around that area were somewhat blurred.
Turning back, I viewed myself, face on in the mirror. I watched my reflection as I ran my fingers through my fair haired pubic bush that was starting to thicken-out now at 15, cupping my warm relaxed ball sac, rolling my palm around them gently so I could feel my balls rolling easily in the lose skin. My cock again responded pointing upwards to my tanned belly.
I leaned across and picked up the yellow Skants I'd brought into the cubicle. Opening the packet I sniffed the new nylon material before slipping them on and up my legs. Wow! What an incredible feeling to be in a tight, nylon bikini instead of the usual baggy cotton full rise Y-front briefs. My cock responded accordingly to the new experience, trying to burst through, and now a drip of pre cum oozed out, leaving a small, glistening drip on the knitted nylon material. I adjusted the Skants' position so they sat nicely in the pink area of my untanned body where the swimming trunks had shielded me from the sun during the summer.
I quickly discovered one big difference...that of having an erection. With Y-Fronts it was dead easy for your cock to point straight up towards your belly button hidden by layers of cotton. But in Skants, as the elastic waistband sat very low, it was almost impossible for an erect cock to force itself passed the elastic, instead your erection had to point towards your hip, be it right or left, depending on how you 'hung'. Thus with Skants this was going to make having an erection more noticeable under trousers, school or casual. With Y-Fronts your erect cock sat nicely behind the fly of the trousers with the double thickness of material there, it was less pronounced!
I was quickly taken back to the present as I could hear the voice of the young assistant just feet away as he approached the closed curtain. Before I realised, there was a quick knock on the wooden frame where the door would originally have been, and the curtain opened before I had a chance to ask him to wait! He stepped inside and pulled the curtain quickly shut behind him!
To say I was embarrassed was an understatement! Me standing in socks wearing just a very skimpy yellow nylon bikini sporting a boner with pre-cum wetting a couple of spots on the briefs. Him, standing in front of me getting a good eyeful of what I thought were "privates", he smiled and said reassuringly
"How are we doing sir? "I can see I'm needing to give you a hand?"
He proceeded to rub his warm, masculine, early twenties palm across the front of my crotch, this time not by mistake like before as I thought. His finger traced the length of my teen cock from ball sac to the erect, bulbous head that was clearly visible through the thin nylon. Up and down the length of my fully erect cock it travelled, slowly pushing a little harder and another drip or two of pre cum squeezed through the nylon and hung tantalisingly on the outside of the Skants.
The assistant proceeded to slowly unzip the fly of his suit trousers, and I got a flash of his underwear which were the bright red coloured Jockey Sports briefs with a white contrasting "Y". He managed to not only continue traversing my cock with the fingers of one hand but also rub his own crotch area through the opening of his unzipped fly and the heel of his left hand was bringing his member to full erection. It wasn't difficult to make out his bell-end tenting itself in the ribbed cotton. His left hand very professionally releasing it through the inverted 'Y' opening. I gulped at seeing such an impressively sized cock, the biggest I'd ever seen so close-up. Dark pubic hairs also escaped the confines of his red Y fronts. It was pointing at me, very slightly bobbing up and down almost coaxing me to bury it deep inside my mouth. But before I could even think of the implications such an action might have, the assistant knelt down in front of me (not so easy in the small fitting area) and carefully licked the pre cum from the nylon material. I moaned quietly at this new experience. I'd never had another male do anything so intimate to me and is was a most enjoyable experience. He then continued tracing the outline of my cock through the material with his tongue, working now from the head back towards my balls and back again lubricating the length with plenty of saliva as he went. The more he salivated, the more see-through the nylon became, even I could clearly make out my cock as I looked down, watching his tongue moving eagerly up my shaft. I cupped his head with my hands, it just seemed such a natural thing to do, my fingers working through his dark, thick hair. This time it was him that let out a soft groan. He placed the fingers of each hand at the very narrowest point of the Skants and slowly eased them down my legs, passed my knees, passed the sock tops and down to my ankles.
My 15 year old teen cock was now fully in view to this 21 year old man, who spent no time at all in taking my purple knob head in to his mouth. His teasing tongue flicking the groove behind the glans sending waves of electric charge through my body. I held on tightly to his hair as my body quivered. He was giving me what I understood to be a "blow job".
No one had ever done that to me. My school pals had only ever joked about it in idle chatter amongst ourselves, none of us ever saying we'd want one done by another man, only ever to be done by some girl in some alleyway in tentative days of 'going-out' together.
He licked it all over but spent no more than a few seconds sucking on my bell end before I could hold back no longer, as the most fantastic orgasm I'd every experienced ripped through me ejecting rope after rope of salty white spunk into his face, lips, mouth and throat. I swayed, visibly shaking at what had happened. He picked up my y-fronts from the changing room floor and wiped most of my ejaculated spunk from his face, only that which was in licking distance remained for him to slurp in to the moist cavern of his mouth.
All of a sudden, I felt very naked... uncomfortably naked and exposed in a public place, just a thin curtain shielding my innocence from the public the other side. Very close to me was a total stranger, a young man who'd succeeded in doing something I never expected another man ever to do to me.
I quickly dressed in my old school trousers, putting on the used yellow Skants underneath. I grabbed one of the untried-on school trousers from the hook, picked up my white y fronts he'd used as a cloth, stuffing them in my trouser pocket. All the time the assistant was watching me with an all knowing smile on his face, slowly wanking himself as I exited the cubicle.
I paid for the trousers and disappeared out of the shop, the bell jangling behind me.
I was embarrassed but sexually enlightened.
My first and only u******ed experience with a male stranger didn't 'turn' me or cause me any lasting harm. During my latter teens, I had (as I understand a good few guys do during their formative years) one or two inquisitive and exploratory encounters with good school mates, excited by our eager bulges in various briefs and boxers, but we all turned out str8, I think?
However, my changing room experience definitely cemented my life long appreciation of masculine underwear..."
It was just before the start of the new school term, summer holidays were just about over for us and what a summer it had been! Hardly any days of rain during our seven weeks off and most of us who'd spent our time on the south coast beaches were sporting nice tanned bodies, with distinct tan lines where our Speedo briefs had been. 1969/70 was a time when fairly skimpy swimming trunks were the norm and people in shorts were seen as a bit of an oddity!
My mother had asked me to go along to the local gentlemen's outfitters (I love that old fashioned name for a clothes shop) and purchase my new, long school trousers ready for the imminent term.
I needed to walk the mile or so to the shop. That was no hardship, I was a fit 15 year old, it was pleasantly sunny and a warm late afternoon in early September as I set off. My short sleeved shirt was unbuttoned at the neck and I was wearing my old school trousers so the assistant had an idea of what I was used to, and what passed the school rule regulations on trousers. Nothing too light, or even too tight, no drain pipes or flares were allowed, just boring old dark grey or charcoal coloured trousers.
As I entered, the shop's door bell tinkled and the gentleman sales assistant looked across to me.
"We'll be with you shortly sir," and then he returned to assisting the silver haired man, offering him even more hats and caps to try on.
A much younger male assistant was dealing with a pensioner lady buying socks and ties, for her husband no doubt. He looked up at me and smiled.
The shop had banks and banks of cabinets with wide, thin drawers covering the walls and behind the serving counters. Numerous, glass cabinets and shelving all over the place. Plenty of male dummies or mannequins some wearing sports jackets and cravats, others with shirts and ties, some even had dressing-gowns. There was the occasional advert hanging from the ceiling by thin threads, Invicta, I & R Morley, Harris Tweed, that rocked slightly from the draught I'd created with the shop's front door.
I was left to slowly work my way round to the trousers; rails and rails of all colours, sizes and materials. But as I passed by the olive greens and khaki, the sky blues and checks I saw the flesh coloured Jockey Y-front mannequin sitting on a cabinet sporting a pair of the recently launched Jockey Skants, with a prominent formed bulge in front, hardly contained by the minimal amount of cloth that this style of underwear had. Usually the mannequin's bulge was hardly discernible hidden beneath the sagging pouch of the white y-fronts that it usually displayed.
For many years, both men and youths alike had worn the boring old white Y-front briefs that had deep sided seams and masses of white ribbed cotton that usually made them baggy when worn and of course they had the inverted Y opening they'd become famous for. If it wasn't the genuine Jockeys, then it was something similar from that High Street icon M&S that supplied most of us guys with our underwear at this time.
Jockey Skants, for those of you who aren't aware were the exact opposite. They'd a very skimpy, bikini-look to them, they were made of 100% woven nylon in bright colours and even in pin stripes, and had a tiny, barely 1/2" side, with a single thickness of front pouch and no fly opening at all. They sat low down below the hip bone. This meant pulling down the waist elastic to pee over the waistband which was little more than a thick elastic band covered in the same material, instead of working your cock out of the fly opening of Y-fronts as you had to do with Y-front briefs.
The view of this scantily clad mannequin excited me somewhat thinking that that's what I could be wearing instead of the old-fashioned white y-fronts my mother kept buying for me that I had on now. I could feel my cock starting to grow in my y-front's pouch as I stood in front of the mannequin, looking at the way the bikini sat below the model's hips, how it defined his bulge and showed off his buttocks. I glanced down at the rows of Skants in their plastic packets, stacked like thin paperback books with the spine upper most. I flicked through the colours, fingering the top edge of the packs and saw how the colours and sizing was laid out. Dark blue, sky blue, red, yellow, apple green, purple, mustard, white and black plus a few 2 coloured striped pairs, Blue & Red, Yellow & Red, Purple & Green. My heart was racing as I opened the sealed edge of a yellow pair and slipped the woven nylon material out of its pack. I could smell the newness as I checked the size on the label sewn into the back of the waistband, a medium. I held them up in front of me, my left and right hands holding the Skants at their skinniest part at the side, stretching the waistband at my eye level, seeing how skimpy they looked, and even I wondered could I actually fit in to them. I was no way well endowed and being 15, I was still growing but being so accustomed to Y-fronts these did seem so small compared to what I usually wore. These had hardly any material to cover my teenager tackle and smooth, hairless globes. What would my pals think if I stripped off in the changing room for PE wearing these? Did I have enough balls to do that, I wondered. No one else was wearing these, I'd be the first!
I stuffed them back quickly into the packet, dropping the cardboard in the process, as the young sales assistant approached me. I placed them down awkwardly on top of the others.
"Good afternoon sir, can I help you?" (I loved how older people would call a young 15 year old like me "sir", but at my age, it only ever happened in a selling situation in a shop).
"Well I'm looking to buy some school trousers similar to these." I gestured to the ones I had on. "That's fine sir, if you'd follow me please."
I followed him to the racks, my hard-on barely subsiding as I brushed passed the main underwear displays towards the assistant...Jockey Y-fronts, Wolsey briefs, string underwear by Brynje, cellular interlocking briefs by Sunspel, long johns by Smedley etc.
"Do you know your size, sir?
He eyed me up and down and removed a fabric tape measure from around his neck, and started to take a waist measurement from me.
"Is this where you normally have your trouser top, or do you prefer them slightly lower, sir? He slowly pulled my trousers a touch lower so they sat just above my hip bones.
"How's that?"
I kind of hummed an acknowledgement as he then moved closer and measured where the trousers were positioned.
"That's a 30 inch, sir."
Without even asking, he then proceeded to put the end of the tape measure at the start of my crotch to take my inside leg measurement. I gasped quietly, with an intake of breath as the tip of his finger and thumb pushed right where my ball sac started. He must have seen the bulge that I was still sporting and the back of his hand somehow more than just brushed the front of my fly as he removed his hand from my crotch. He must have definitely felt my boner!
The fact that an older man, possibly some six or seven years my senior was touching me so near to my 'privates' certainly excited me.
"That's a 29 inch sir. It's a fairly standard size, so you've plenty to choose from."
He moved to the racks that contained them and selected a few school type colours which he placed over his left arm as he proceeded to walk towards the fitting room cubicle. I quickly lifted the pack of Skants I'd opened earlier as I followed him closely towards the cubicle.
He'd already placed the trousers with their coat hangers on the hooks in the cubicle and held the curtain to one side as I entered, pulling it closed behind me.
"I'll come back in a few minutes sir, to see how you're getting on."
I was alone at last. I slowly rubbed the palm of my hand over my crotch area and my teenage cock responded instantly, growing quickly to its full size, which all teenage boys know down to the last millimetre. Mine was ok, I suppose, but like all school mates we always wanted more when we were fully hard. I could feel the outline of the y-front opening through my school trousers as I continued pushing harder with my palm, up and down the length of my pubescent dick, slowly, repeating the same action again, up, down.
I was feeling horny and had the urge to strip off in front of the full length mirror and pose naked. I quickly unbuttoned my short sleeve shirt and slipped it off my teenage torso throwing it over the back of the chair in the corner, keen to know how I looked with my summer tan, I unclipped my trouser waist and pushed down the fly zip with my little finger. I eased each of my slip-on shoes off kicking them to the side under the chair. Being so lose now, the trousers fell to my ankles. In my reflection I saw the tanned 15 year old me, with a massive boy dick boner tenting my baggy, white Jockey Y-fronts. My bronzed almost hairless legs ran down to the grey school socks that half covered my calf muscles.
I heard the shop door bell jangle a few more times as people came into the shop and pleasantries were exchanged between the staff and new customers. I didn't hear any 'goodbyes' or 'thanks for your custom' so I took it that no one was leaving, just that the shop was getting busier before closing time.
Easing my uncut boy dick out through the opening of the Y-fronts I proceeded to wrap my eager fingers around his light pink shaft and wank him, careful not to take him too close to climax as I wanted this 'first time I'd stripped off in a shop' to last. I released my grip and pulled my white classic briefs down passed my cock which instantly sprang back as the briefs went towards the floor to join the school trousers. I stepped out of everything and there I stood naked apart from my socks, viewing myself in the mirror, turning to see the effect the tan lines had on my firm adolescent body. Beautiful contrasting colours where the swim briefs had kept my privates and buttocks a baby pink, it was almost as if I was wearing a see through swimsuit there was such a noticeable difference between the two. The only bit that wasn't so distinct was my butt, as I craned round to view it in the mirror, just above the top of my arse crack where it would have disappeared into my swimming trunks. Getting my swimming trunks in the same position each time I was sunbathing was not easy, and it's not the type of thing you ask school pals on the beach to help you with! So the tan lines around that area were somewhat blurred.
Turning back, I viewed myself, face on in the mirror. I watched my reflection as I ran my fingers through my fair haired pubic bush that was starting to thicken-out now at 15, cupping my warm relaxed ball sac, rolling my palm around them gently so I could feel my balls rolling easily in the lose skin. My cock again responded pointing upwards to my tanned belly.
I leaned across and picked up the yellow Skants I'd brought into the cubicle. Opening the packet I sniffed the new nylon material before slipping them on and up my legs. Wow! What an incredible feeling to be in a tight, nylon bikini instead of the usual baggy cotton full rise Y-front briefs. My cock responded accordingly to the new experience, trying to burst through, and now a drip of pre cum oozed out, leaving a small, glistening drip on the knitted nylon material. I adjusted the Skants' position so they sat nicely in the pink area of my untanned body where the swimming trunks had shielded me from the sun during the summer.
I quickly discovered one big difference...that of having an erection. With Y-Fronts it was dead easy for your cock to point straight up towards your belly button hidden by layers of cotton. But in Skants, as the elastic waistband sat very low, it was almost impossible for an erect cock to force itself passed the elastic, instead your erection had to point towards your hip, be it right or left, depending on how you 'hung'. Thus with Skants this was going to make having an erection more noticeable under trousers, school or casual. With Y-Fronts your erect cock sat nicely behind the fly of the trousers with the double thickness of material there, it was less pronounced!
I was quickly taken back to the present as I could hear the voice of the young assistant just feet away as he approached the closed curtain. Before I realised, there was a quick knock on the wooden frame where the door would originally have been, and the curtain opened before I had a chance to ask him to wait! He stepped inside and pulled the curtain quickly shut behind him!
To say I was embarrassed was an understatement! Me standing in socks wearing just a very skimpy yellow nylon bikini sporting a boner with pre-cum wetting a couple of spots on the briefs. Him, standing in front of me getting a good eyeful of what I thought were "privates", he smiled and said reassuringly
"How are we doing sir? "I can see I'm needing to give you a hand?"
He proceeded to rub his warm, masculine, early twenties palm across the front of my crotch, this time not by mistake like before as I thought. His finger traced the length of my teen cock from ball sac to the erect, bulbous head that was clearly visible through the thin nylon. Up and down the length of my fully erect cock it travelled, slowly pushing a little harder and another drip or two of pre cum squeezed through the nylon and hung tantalisingly on the outside of the Skants.
The assistant proceeded to slowly unzip the fly of his suit trousers, and I got a flash of his underwear which were the bright red coloured Jockey Sports briefs with a white contrasting "Y". He managed to not only continue traversing my cock with the fingers of one hand but also rub his own crotch area through the opening of his unzipped fly and the heel of his left hand was bringing his member to full erection. It wasn't difficult to make out his bell-end tenting itself in the ribbed cotton. His left hand very professionally releasing it through the inverted 'Y' opening. I gulped at seeing such an impressively sized cock, the biggest I'd ever seen so close-up. Dark pubic hairs also escaped the confines of his red Y fronts. It was pointing at me, very slightly bobbing up and down almost coaxing me to bury it deep inside my mouth. But before I could even think of the implications such an action might have, the assistant knelt down in front of me (not so easy in the small fitting area) and carefully licked the pre cum from the nylon material. I moaned quietly at this new experience. I'd never had another male do anything so intimate to me and is was a most enjoyable experience. He then continued tracing the outline of my cock through the material with his tongue, working now from the head back towards my balls and back again lubricating the length with plenty of saliva as he went. The more he salivated, the more see-through the nylon became, even I could clearly make out my cock as I looked down, watching his tongue moving eagerly up my shaft. I cupped his head with my hands, it just seemed such a natural thing to do, my fingers working through his dark, thick hair. This time it was him that let out a soft groan. He placed the fingers of each hand at the very narrowest point of the Skants and slowly eased them down my legs, passed my knees, passed the sock tops and down to my ankles.
My 15 year old teen cock was now fully in view to this 21 year old man, who spent no time at all in taking my purple knob head in to his mouth. His teasing tongue flicking the groove behind the glans sending waves of electric charge through my body. I held on tightly to his hair as my body quivered. He was giving me what I understood to be a "blow job".
No one had ever done that to me. My school pals had only ever joked about it in idle chatter amongst ourselves, none of us ever saying we'd want one done by another man, only ever to be done by some girl in some alleyway in tentative days of 'going-out' together.
He licked it all over but spent no more than a few seconds sucking on my bell end before I could hold back no longer, as the most fantastic orgasm I'd every experienced ripped through me ejecting rope after rope of salty white spunk into his face, lips, mouth and throat. I swayed, visibly shaking at what had happened. He picked up my y-fronts from the changing room floor and wiped most of my ejaculated spunk from his face, only that which was in licking distance remained for him to slurp in to the moist cavern of his mouth.
All of a sudden, I felt very naked... uncomfortably naked and exposed in a public place, just a thin curtain shielding my innocence from the public the other side. Very close to me was a total stranger, a young man who'd succeeded in doing something I never expected another man ever to do to me.
I quickly dressed in my old school trousers, putting on the used yellow Skants underneath. I grabbed one of the untried-on school trousers from the hook, picked up my white y fronts he'd used as a cloth, stuffing them in my trouser pocket. All the time the assistant was watching me with an all knowing smile on his face, slowly wanking himself as I exited the cubicle.
I paid for the trousers and disappeared out of the shop, the bell jangling behind me.
I was embarrassed but sexually enlightened.
My first and only u******ed experience with a male stranger didn't 'turn' me or cause me any lasting harm. During my latter teens, I had (as I understand a good few guys do during their formative years) one or two inquisitive and exploratory encounters with good school mates, excited by our eager bulges in various briefs and boxers, but we all turned out str8, I think?
However, my changing room experience definitely cemented my life long appreciation of masculine underwear..."
3 years ago
