REALTIME SOLO ORGY
by Briefer
Sperm is shooting into my briefs and soaking into my Levis as I think about what happened yesterday.
I had the day off, and my roommate had just left for work, so I had the house to myself. I had all day to do as I pleased. So I immediately lit up a joint, went into the closet and got out two boxes. One was filled with jeans, the other with briefs and jocks. These jeans were everything from street wear to things I'd be arrested in if I wore them on the street. Some were new, the rest were in different stages of wear and fade. The other box was full of cotton briefs and jocks in different styles. The briefs were mostly white cotton, low-rise Speedo style, mainly Calvin Klein and Fruit of the Loom. The jocks were various models of BIKE, US JOCK and BODY TECH.
In my closet were normal-wear clothes, which I kept washed and presentable. Then there were the two boxes, full of gear dedicated to one purpose: the manufacture of sperm.
"Mmmm . . . " My mouth watered as I fingered the contents of the two boxes. From the briefs box, I plucked a BODY TECH brief- jock. It had a wide jockstrap waistband and a jockey-short cotton pouch and full seat. I love brief-jocks - they cup my cock and balls like a jock, but use the jockey-short fabric that I love to do things in. I brought it to my face and smelled the pouch. It was one of my cum-jocks and had at least four loads in it. The smell that hit my nose was enough to make my dick stir in the briefs I had on. I took then off and replaced them with the brief-jock. It would be my "depository".
In the other box were Levis I'd been working on to get just the way I like them. I knew when a pair had reached perfection: I couldn't wear them without cumming in them - like the ones I have on as I'm writing this. Yet I also loved wearing the new ones, because the more I wore them, the sexier they felt on me. Old or new, denim turns me on. I took out a pair of tight, faded 717s. I like the zipper kind because the fly doesn't pucker like the button-fly 501s. (Don't get me wrong - I love 501s). I go for 717 student cuts, 502s, 503s, and 603s and 613s - real hot ones that you can only get in Europe, Australia or New Zealand. All are Red-Tags.
I skinned the 717s over my thighs (student cut Levis have narrower thighs and hips to fit teenagers) and over the cock-and- ball-filled bulge that my jock pouch made up front. I put on a white cotton T-shirt, tucked it in and stepped in front of the mirror. My eyes settled on my denim-covered crotch. These jeans were being worked on especially to be sex jeans and were faded a little extra over my cock and balls from the hand jobs I'd given them and from grinding against other guys' bulges. I'd say they were about half-way there. It takes years for work - handwork, mouth-work, crotch work - to produce the perfect sex jeans. But it's also a big a turn-on to see the transformation slowly taking place.
The joint was having its effect, and as my eyes settled on my blue denim midsection, faded over my genital area, my cock twitched, and a drop of jism oozed into my pouch. I was glad I had thought to wear that cum-loaded brief-jock.
Suddenly, I wanted to let loose with my sexual desires. I carried both boxes over to my king-size bed and dumped the contents on it. I almost couldn't see the bed anymore, for it was covered with a pile of jeans, jocks and jockeys.
I dived onto the bed and began wallowing in the gear, grabbing handfuls of cotton and denim and rubbing myself all over, literally trying to bury myself in them. Finally, I just lay there, serenely taking it all in.
I started trying to think of something fun to do until my buddy got home from work. I had an idea! I would set up the video camera and do a "documentary" of jeans/briefs/jock sex, with myself as narrator and star. I love to make videos - sometimes alone, sometimes in a duo - then edit it and jack off to it later.
I set up the camera and pointed it at the bed so I'd be in the middle of a sea of denim and white cotton. Then I thought for a minute about what I'd do and decided, why not do what I usually do? So I went to the closet again and brought out a stack of typewritten stories that a friend had sent me. When I'm home alone and want to get off, I like to get off on hot porn.
I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself in the frame. A monitor was showing me what the camera was picking up. I pressed the remote and the tape started.
I looked into the camera and slowly started running my hands over my Levis and T-shirt. Then I announced the purpose of the video - to show how underwear and denim turn me on. Then I took one of the stories, flipped some pages and began reading at random. This is the first thing I read to the camera. It was about two 16 year old boys:
As Jason watched, Tod bent over, leaning against the wall for support. His face was crunched up as he fought with all his might to keep from letting go. His teen cum would not be stopped. At first, it began flowing into his underpants, a steady stream. Jason could see the dark wet spot forming just to the left of the frayed fly of Tod's faded jeans. Then Tod lurched and cried out as powerful contractions sent heavy spurts of wet semen into his shorts and Levis. He was standing in front of his best buddy, uncontrollably cumming inside his pants.
When Tod left the room, Jason eyed the crumpled Levis on the floor. He glanced out the bedroom door, then went over and picked them up. They were still warm, except the large wet area, which was now cold to the touch. He put the wet Levis to his mouth, inhaling the scent of Tod's fresh cum, feeling the cold wetness against his lips. He didn't really know why he was doing this, but it was very exciting. He felt his cock swelling . . .
As I read about boys squirting in their jeans, I began to squirm and became much more aware of the hot items I was buried in. The combination of the hot story and my tight, clinging 717s and the sight of the huge denim bulge, my dick and nuts were pushing out was making me hot. Then I had and idea. I put the camera on pause and went to work.
After a few minutes, I started the tape and looked at the monitor. There I was in a loose pair of 505s. I explained that I wore these out on the street and that though they felt good to wear, the feel wasn't so intense as to distract me. Then I cupped the crotch and enjoyed the feel and the look of them on the screen. Then I pulled down the zipper and spread the flaps to expose another pair of jeans.
"But when I want to go out at night and want to get off from the feel as I watch other guys, I wear these."
I pushed down my outer jeans until I could work them off with my feet. Now I was clad in a pair of 506 Levis, a bit more faded than the others, and one size smaller, and thus a bit more hot looking. The lighter fade meant lighter, more supple denim against my skin, so that as I walked, I'd feel my jeans sliding over my thighs and cock, as my briefs cupped my balls. By the time I got home, I'd be ready to explode.
Now I wanted to show what I did when I got home, and began to read further into the story:
The tempo of their crotch rubbing increased. They were drenching their jockey shorts with pre-cum. Tod could feel the wetness soaking through the soft denim of Jason's Levis. Jason pulled away. Eyes tightly shut, he clutched Tod to him and began murmuring, "No . . . Tod. Stop . . . I can't hold it!" The sound of Tod's moaning had brought him to the edge. " . . .Oooooh . . . yeah, make me do it . . . make me cum in my pants!"
Both boys were over the edge. The first spurts of hot semen sloshed into their shorts at the same moment. Clutching each other tightly, the two teenagers frantically rubbed each other's crotches as wad after wad of milky white liquid soaked their Levis. Wet, shiny stains spread quickly over the ends of their cock bulges. Tod's orgasm lasted a little longer than Jason's, and Jason considerately milked his buddy's boner until he finished shooting in his jeans.
Finally it was over. The boys were sweaty and exhausted. Their 501 jeans were drenched with the results of their huge orgasms.
My hand was rubbing the lump in my Levis. The thin material allowed my fingers to make out the details of my crotch. My dick was becoming turgid from the stroking. As I read on, I opened my fly, stuck my hand inside my pants and began to massage my jock pouch.
I faced the camera again and said, "Reading this stuff always makes me hot to do something nasty." I took a hit from a bottle of amyl nitrite. The rush caused my face to flush and my passions to run wild. I began writhing on the bed as my hand worked over my jock.
As I pushed my Levis farther down, it became obvious that the jock-brief wasn't the end of the story. For I was wearing it over yet another pair of fuck jeans. I looked at the screen. There was this slim, good looking guy, squirming on a bed dressed in a tight pair of jeans with a white jock pulled over his crotch.
The jock cotton followed every bulge in the Levis underneath them. It was as if I had on a pair of jeans that I used as briefs. There's a lewdness about wearing underpants over jeans that invites someone to walk up, stick his hand in the underpants and start jacking off the jeans.
I looked into the camera while I took another hit of popper. I began to groan as I grabbed my jock with one hand and ran the other over my denim-clad thighs. I watched myself in the monitor as my hips began to move beneath my hands. As the popper rush peaked, I stuck my hand in my brief-jock and started masturbating myself through the inner Levis - the 717s I'd had on in the beginning. My hand was feeling warm cock and balls as I watched it move inside the front of my brief-jock.
"I love this," I said in a choking voice, "I want to show you what these Levis and briefs make me want to do." A smile came over me as I thought about what I wanted to do. "Yeah! I wanna taste cock. I wanna smell cock. I wanna eat cock, I wanna drink sperm. Yeah, that's what I want - I want SPERM!" All this time my eyes stayed glued on my hand moving inside my jock, causing a stream of pre-cum to begin oozing into my pouch.
I was gasping now, a picture of uncontrolled lust. As I jacked off with one hand, I grabbed the waistband of the brief- jock with the other and started pulling it down my leg. I raised my butt and was treated to a snapshot of a jock stretched between my legs by legs encased in tight blue denim that obscenely exhibited my cock and balls where they had obviously been jacked off. Before long, they would be one of those "perfect" jeans I was striving for.
I looked up from my crotch to the monitor screen and let out a moan. I could see a very obvious, very wet spot right under where my cockhead was pushing against the tight fabric. I couldn't see it directly because the pre-cum ooze had been running down the other side of my engorged, 8-inch cockhead tube.
"Yeah . . . Yeah!" I was panting, "This is what I want to do now." I picked up another story while my free hand squeezed my cock stem and pressed my balls, trying to make juice squirt through my jeans. I took another hit of amyl and began to read about two more 15 year olds:
Rick slowly dropped to his knees. Chuck's hard cock bulged into his face. He pulled Chuck's ass to him, forcing the brief-covered cock firmly against his face. He licked at it, sucked at it through the wet cotton. His tongue tip ran the length of his cock, from his balls to the pre-cum soaked spot near the waistband.
"Oh, Rick! Yeah! That feels so good. I love it through my briefs. I jack off in them all the time, and now I have your mouth there. Damn! This is great!! Jack me through 'em too. Eat my dick, Rick!"
Rick continued to take Chuck's prick between his lips and squeeze as he moved his head up and down, jacking the teen prick in the wet cotton. Chuck bucked and jerked as he felt Rick's hand pushing against his brief-covered ass and the other hand tickling his balls.
"Make me cum in my briefs, Rick. Really get them soaked with spit. Let me cum now . . . Please . . . "
Rock felt the swollen prick jerk under the skin-tight briefs. He moved his mouth so that the cotton-covered prick head was in his mouth. He sucked hard. He heard Chuck let out a loud gasp and then Rick's mouth was filled with volley after volley of hot teen cum strained through tight white cotton briefs.
I was wildly bucking my hips up and down as I worked the lump in my jeans. Sperm had been spurting through my own underpants as I milked my balls and squeezed my cock stem. The wet spot in my jeans was now a large patch. My cock sloshed around in my slimy briefs just like those of the boys in the stories.
"Oh, yeah, oh yeah! Gotta taste sperm," I pleaded. The smell of sex floated out of my crotch. I reached for the brief-jock I'd just taken off. I put the pouch over my fist and looked at all the stains that marked at least four loads and hours of leaking pre-cum. I was always sure to shake my cock well when I peed because I didn't want piss smell - just sperm and sweat.
I raised the jock pouch to my face and took a deep sniff. I groaned at the strong cummy aroma and resumed jacking the faded denim over my engorged dick. The smell was pure sex. Not really dirty, because I don't connect sperm with dirty -maybe nasty, but not dirty. And this nasty smell was driving me crazy.
"Mmmmmm . . . mmmmmm . . . mmmmmm . . . I'm smelling boy cum in this jock," I gasped. "I wanna taste it too!" I rubbed the cum-encrusted pouch all over my face, opening my mouth to let my tongue lick it. As the cotton got damp, the dried cum began to grow slimy again. And the wetness was making the already strong sex smell even stronger.
I moved the jock from my face to my crotch and started rubbing it all over my jeans. I wanted to make them smell just like the jock by letting them soak up the juice from the pouch.
As I masturbated my jock I continued reading aloud about Rick and Chuck, the two teenage boys who discovered they both wanted underwear sex with other boys.
After Chuck spurted his huge load through his briefs and into Rick's mouth, he reached out and pulled Rick down onto the sleeping bag. Rolling Rick on top of him, he opened his mouth and kissed Rick's mouth. He slipped his tongue into Rick's mouth and tasted his own jism still fresh on Rick's tongue.
I took a whiff of brief-jock as I read on. The feel of my cock through these obscene Levis, whose only purpose was sex, and the feel of my hand on my throbbing organ combined with the smell of the nasty cotton pouch in my mouth and face caused a tingling sensation to rise from my groin. I knew that I was getting close to shooting.
Later in the afternoon as Rick lay on his back on top of his sleeping bag, Chuck's hands were playing with the cock bulge in Rick's jockeys.
After rubbing and jerking the cotton-imprisoned cock, Chuck opened his young mouth, extended his tongue past his lips and placed his head against the object of his desire. He let his tongue tip twirl in the pool of pre-cum juice that had oozed from Rick's prick tip and soaked through his briefs. Chuck's right hand kneaded Rick's balls through the pouch of his soggy briefs.
Rick began to squirm under him. But Chuck kept servicing the cotton-covered cock and balls. Chuck loved the way the tight briefs fit Rick. He wished Rick could always wear briefs and nothing else in his presence. He squeezed and nursed on the shaft for fifteen minutes until Rick was panting loudly and thrashing about beneath him.
I too was panting and squirming on the bed as I read about two freckle-faced teenaged boys who each wanted to eat the other's underpants and had just revealed to each other that they were queer for briefs and went wild making their masturbation fantasies real. I was sure this scene has occurred in real life. Somewhere, maybe at that very moment, two boys were eating dicks with their briefs on because they want to bury their faces in soft white cotton, cocks hard from the smell, hands stroking shafts and fingering pouches, with mouths covering cock heads to lick the pre-cum oozing out of piss-slits and to slurp up the jism blasting out of cock heads through the thin fabric as they bring each other to orgasm. I thought of my own sexual awakening, my eyes glued on every jeans- or brief-clad crotch in school.
"I'm queer for underwear . . . I want to smell cum-soaked Levis while I jack off in my briefs!" I snarled into the camera. I was like an animal.
Chuck's fingers slipped through the fly in Rick's briefs. He felt the naked skin of Rick's rod. He began to jack it wildly. Suddenly, Rick's cockhead sprang from under the waistband. The purple mushroom head was soaked with slick, sticky pre-fuck juice. It oozed freely from the shaft. Chuck's tongue scooped it up as fast as Rick leaked it. Twirling his tongue all over the naked shaft and the elastic waistband of the tight briefs, Chuck was determined to make his buddy shoot into his mouth. "Mmmmmph . . . nnnngth . . . mmmmm, this boy wants to eat his pal's sperm!" I told the camera. My tight, thin jeans were like a second skin. They converted every touch, every caress of my hands to electricity. My denim-encased balls were pushed out by my scissoring legs. It was such an obscene sight! I knew it would be impossible for me to replay this tape for more than a few minutes before it made me shoot my load.
"Straddle my chest!" Chuck yelled at Rick. As he was about to comply, Rick glanced at Chuck's briefs, soaking up the remains of his orgasm. Ever since he had known Chuck, he had used this kid in his tight, snow-white, hip riding briefs as a jack-off image. Now, the image was reality. Quickly, before Chuck had a chance to say anything, Rick yanked down his friend's shorts, leaving Chuck's cock to twitch freely. He then straddled Chuck's chest, his cock bulge directly in Chuck's face.
Chuck licked at the cotton-covered balls and up to the naked cockhead. Rick leaned forward and balanced himself on his elbows and knees and rubbed his prick all over Chuck's handsome, sexy face.
As Chuck mouthed Rick's prick, Rick brought Chuck's soggy underpants to his face and pressed them over his nose and mouth. Rick's nose happened to find the double-layer cotton material that encased Chuck's balls.
Chuck was watching Rick inhale the briefs he had just shot off in. He lowered his eyes in time to see Rick's cock suddenly stiffen. Underneath the damp, almost transparent cotton, thick, milky liquid had squirted through Rick's briefs where they were stretched by his swollen cockhead. Chuck heard Rick inhale, then moan with pleasure. It seemed that whenever Rick sniffed Chuck's briefs, his prick would jerk, and another drop of precum would soak through the his cotton-covered piss-slit and feed the steady stream that flowed down his shaft and soaked his ball-pouch. The sight of his buddy's balls covered with sperm-soaked cotton was irresistible for Chuck. He licked, then began to suck the fluid from the fabric, Chuck's cock was completely hard from watching Rick's dick shoot pre-cum each time he sniffed Chuck's briefs, and from the sperm he sucked out of Rick's pouch. For his part, Rick was not only getting off smelling and tasting Chuck's cum-shorts, but feeling Chuck's mouth as it hungrily worked over his jockey pouch.
"That's what I gotta do!" I cried. Reading the story aloud had put me in the picture. Everything the two boys were feeling, I was feeling, every desire was my desire. I took a deep hit of the amyl, then grabbed the brief-jock and slipped it over my head so that the cum-soaked pouch that my mouth had made slimy was over my nose and mouth. I pulled the fabric from behind my head, tightening the pouch across my face. I could see through the leg holes and looked at the monitor.
Here was this guy, dressed in tight faded jeans with a huge bulge between his legs, a fat denim tube growing out of it and stretching across his crotch. He could see stomach muscles clenching underneath a thin white T-shirt. Over his head was a pair of briefs with a wide, jock strap-style waistband. Over his face was a large jock pouch made of white underwear cotton, damp and stained. The guy was jacking off the bulge in his tight, thin faded Levis as he sniffed the jock pouch and tried to suck it into his mouth.
My head was inside a cum-coated jock! I was now out of control. The grass was a strong aphrodisiac and made every square inch of my body sensuous. I breathed in the pungent aroma of the jock pouch and savored its sperm taste. I imagined my head was inside Chuck's briefs. I took another big hit of amyl and resumed reading.
Chuck's jockeys were now over Rick's head. He breathed in the aroma of underpants, while his tongue licked the teenage spunk that coated the inside of the soft, white cotton fabric. The combination of sperm smell and sperm taste caused Rick's balls to contract. He felt an electric current flow from where Chuck was licking his balls though his cotton pouch. Another sniff of Chuck's briefs and lick of Chuck's tongue did it. Cum began to blast its way up his swollen penis.
"Here it comes, Chuck . . . I'm squirtin' . . . I'm cumming on your face, Chuck!"
As I read, the tingling that started in my cock stem spread into my balls. I knew a huge glob of cum was about to explode out of my dick head.
"I wanna drink sperm!" I yelled into the camera. "I wanna stick my head inside Ricky's underpants and swallow his cock! I want to BE Ricky's underpants!!! My cock is spurting juice into my shorts. I want to see my blue jeans to get soaked!
I was panting as I read the porn:
Chuck reached to capture Rick's prick head so he could drink in all of his buddy's juice, but the cock shot out the first stream of hot white cream all over his cheeks, forehead, nose and lips. But Chuck got to it in time to catch the next wave of jism and the next wave. He felt the hot liquid from Rick's cock hit the back of his throat. As he closed his mouth to swallow it, another shot of cum hit his lips. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to catch the next spurt, while I milked his buddy's jockey-encased balls with his hand. Meanwhile, the other hand had made its way to his crotch and was massaging the semi- hard bulge in his newly cum-drenched briefs. Oh GOD, I'm having an orgasm reading this . . . mmmmm . . . . . . the smell of this brief-jock is making my balls churn out cum. Wow! I want to watch this teenager open his mouth and catch his friend's sperm while his friend gets off from eating his load from the inside of his underpants!
Yeah, what are Chuck and Rick doing now? It says here ----Oh, shit! Watch cum shoot out of my jeans as I read this!
This was Rick's first orgasm with another boy. It was like no orgasm he had ever had. IT WOULDN'T STOP. He screamed because the intense tickling sensation centered in his balls wouldn't stop. Each sniff of Chuck's briefs sent another wave of cum shooting out of his cockhead and into Chuck's eager mouth.
Rick's cum filled Chuck's mouth faster than he could swallow it. As Rick continued to sniff and suck the funk out of Chuck's briefs, he saw his own sperm coming out of Chuck's mouth, coating his lips and dripping from his chin onto his T-shirt. "I'm cumming, cumming, GOD, watch me cum!" I tore the brief-jock from my head and looked at myself in the monitor. MY hand was still squeezing my cock stem. Suddenly, a tiny geyser of milky juice shot out of the denim covering the head of my cock.
I was choking on my words. "AARGH! AHHHH . . . OOOO . . . WOW! I'M WATCHING MYSELF SHOOT MY LOAD!! GGGGGAAAAAAH . . . Mmmmm . . . Rick tore Chuck's shorts from his face and held them in front of his still-shooting cockhead to give his friend a chance to swallow his cum . . . ' MY LOAD SHOT RIGHT THROUGH MY JEANS! Finally Rick's orgasm began to subside. Chuck was still squeezing Rick's jockey pouch. With his mouth closed, he directed Ricky to raise his butt and began skinning down Rick's steamy underwear.' I'M STILL SPURTING TOO!"
And it was true. Cum was still pumping out of my crotch. I spread the juice all over my jeans front. My tight Levis were acting as a constrictor, slowing down the flow of my sperm, extending my orgasm, causing a sensation just like Ricky's endless orgasm.
"WHEW! WHEW! Oooo, I can't read directly anymore --- Chuck has taken Rick's briefs off. He opens his mouth and Rick sees a mouth full of cum that Chuck hasn't swallowed. (Oooo, I love smearing this juice all over me. Look, my crotch is soaked!) Let's see, Chuck is taking the front of Rick's briefs and stuffing them into his own cum-filled mouth. He chews on them till they've soaked up the contents. Then he whispers something to Rick. Rick smiles and nods his head. OH WOW! Ricky is putting on Chuck's wet jockey shorts and Chuck is putting on Ricky's. The story ends with the boys getting into a sixty-nine position and burying their faces in their crotches, licking and sucking the jism out of their underpants as their cocks again begin to get hard under their lips."
At that point, my orgasm had played out. The entire front of my jeans was coated with my load. Even right after cumming, I was still turned on by the sight of my bulging, cock-filled, sperm-soaked crotch. I unfastened my Levis, exposing a completely transparent pair of briefs. The smell of cum rose from out of my pants as soon as they were opened. I skinned them off and again faced the camera.
"I'm not through yet. I'm ready for another round. I want to keep shooting until these are completely soaked."
I held up my fuck pants with the glistening crotch next to my face. I looked straight at the camera as I brought to my lips the faded spot my load had gushed through. Still looking at the camera, I stuck out my tongue and licked the wet denim. With a groan, I covered my face with the wet denim and began mouthing and sucking and chewing and licking the load out of the fabric, coating my mouth with it, swallowing some of it, blotting the rest of it up with the jeans and rubbing the wet mess on my face. Meanwhile, I had slipped on my cum-laden brief-jock over the briefs I had just shot in, stuck my hand between them and begun to jack off.
The smell and taste of my own juice and the feel of spunk- soaked denim on my tongue caused my cock to stir under my stroking hand. As it stiffened, I was wondering if I should just cum in my briefs, then put on a fresh pair of jack-off jeans over them and let them soak my up load, or if I should pull my cock out and spurt all over these cum-jeans I was holding and make it six loads in them.
I didn't have time to make up my mind, though. For as I sat there in a pile of underwear and Levis, mouthing my cum-soaked jeans while I jacked off through my underpants, my buddy walked into the room.
"What the fuck!" he exclaimed.
I was caught! Well, I thought, might as well make the best of it.
"Here," I said, "change into one of these and let me show you this video I just made."
What we did as we watched the video is another story.
But thinking about what we did is making my hard dick twitch in my briefs, which are soaked from the two loads I shot typing this.
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