White Cotton, Black Heat by Hot August Karl
Pauly fingered the cotton briefs through the package, his eyes taking in details like ribbing and stretchability, his imagination placing just where the scrotum would nestle and where the head of a cock would rest. His own dick was lengthening, but he dared not reach down and adjust it for he could feel the salesman's eyes on him. He ran his tongue over his lips quickly. He wanted to raise the package to his nose and drink in the smell of fresh cotton, a scent second only to that of a pair that had been worn for a day. His cock thickened in his jeans. A full-blown hardon was just seconds away.
"May I help you?" The salesman asked, flashing a big smile.
Pauly let loose a deep breath that he didn't realize he had been holding.
He put the briefs back on the table let his gaze linger on the salesman before making up his mind and answering his question.
The guy was cute. A young black man in his mid-twenties, Pauly guessed. He was baldheaded and had a thick and full goatee and stood about 5' 7", just four inches shorter than Pauly. His teeth were the most beautiful white, striking against his African lips and the black of his goatee. Pauly couldn't help but wonder what those lips would feel like, meshed against his own chocolate skin. He could feel a slight dampness spread in his groin and shifted his stance slightly.
"I was just lookin'." He smiled back at the salesman, whose nametag simply said, "Ewan".
"Perhaps I can help," Ewan offered. "It's hard to really shop for good underwear when it's covered in cellophane. We get unpackaged singles from the manufacturer to use for displays. I'll get a couple so you can fully check them out."
Pauly's eyes followed the salesman as he turned and went off in search of the underwear. Pauly's gaze rested on his two melon-size ass globes, perfectly smooth and round under his slacks. The salesman, with his easy-going personality, was obviously not wearing any underwear at all.
Pauly used to be like him. A non-wearer, that is. While in college, he'd scoff at the idea of restraining his beautiful black uncut cock with white man's cotton. As president of the campus' Black Student Union, Pauly led by example. His choice of what to wear under his jeans was to wear nothing at all. Of course, he didn't shout out to the other brothers that he was a freeballer, but they shot hoops and showered and hung out together, so it was no secret.
That changed for Pauly, though, after he graduated and the look of the B Boyz became popular. The site of these guys with their underwear pulled up over flat stomachs, with jeans slung low on the hips, was exciting to him and while he was about five years too old to dress like that himself, he'd sneak on a pair of Tommy's or Calvin's and play with his nuts through the soft fabric. Soon after he was experimenting with boxer briefs, jocks and silk slips, as the French called men's bikinis.
Ewan returned with the underwear samples as promised and laid them out across the counter for Pauly to examine.
Boldly Pauly picked up the briefs, none of which had the starchy feel of brand new that he found slightly erotic, and tried to imagine what kind of window display they had been in. His dick throbbed relentlessly as he picked up each pair, trying to decide which would feel the best against his hot shaft and smooth nutsac. The variety before him was incredible. Silks that felt luxurious, grays that reminded him of gym class in college and the classic Y fronts that always made him a more than a little horny. He was glad the salesman was on the other side of the counter and couldn't see what was going on in his pants.
The variety of colors were endless, but nothing beat white ribbed. And there was a pair of those in boxer brief style. Pauly picked them up and got a whiff of dry cum and day old funk.
"Oh sorry," Ewan quickly grabbed the white briefs out of Pauly's hands. "Those were a customer return. I don't know why they are in this pile."
Pauly smiled faintly. "No problem, bro. I'll take a package of them."
What he really wanted was a package of the used ones, but didn't think salesman was that accommodating.
When the Ewan left the counter to get Pauly's selection, Pauly glanced around furtively, reached across the counter and grabbed the used briefs. He had just finished stuffing them down the front of his jeans when the salesman returned.
As the salesman bagged Pauly's purchase, Pauly shuddered slightly and he could feel hotness creep up the back of his neck. Ewan looked at him speculatively, but handed Pauly his purchase.
And then thanked him for coming.
You have no idea, Pauly said to himself. Aloud, however, he just commented, "I'll be black."
At home Pauly stretched out on his bed and pulled off his clothes. He draped the new briefs over his mocha skin, tantalizing his nuts and nipples with his left hand, which had the new pair wrapped in his fist, while in the right hand he had the used pair, damp with his own pre cum, held against his face. He inhaled deeply, stroking his cock and imagining who the underwear had belonged to. As he stroked his dick shaft up and down, he pictured the salesman, with his full lips wrapped around his cockhead, nursing on his pud like a puppy. He could almost feel Ewan's rough goatee nuzzle against his smooth scrotum while Pauly would shoot his load on the salesman's shaved head.
The pungent smell of sweat and dried cum on the boxer briefs made Pauly dizzy with ecstasy. His dickhead was deep black and pulsed with every sniff he took of the soiled underwear. His nutsac soon was pulling up against his body, drawing his balls together tightly. Pauly moaned loudly as several jets of cream spurted out of his dick onto his Hershey snare drum belly. He ran his fingers through the puddle of cum on his stomach before wiping it up with the underwear. He then fell asleep, satisfied.
The next evening he was back at the department store, his purchase from the day before bagged and ready to be exchanged for a larger size. He waited by the cash wrap counter for Ewan to finish with two boys, friends, obviously buying their first jocks. They laughed nervously and teased each other about the other not having enough to need a jock. Pauly smiled to himself and momentarily thought about his own first-time jockstrap purchase.
The boys left and he stepped up to the counter.
Ewan smiled at him. "You came in here just last night!" He eyed the bag in Pauly's hand. "Oh, oh. Didn't they work out for ya?"
"No, I need a little larger size. I think I might be a 33 now instead of a 32. You know how it is," he laughed and patted his stomach. "Getting old and filling out."
Ewan laughed along with him. "Let's see what we got."
The salesman opened the bag and let the briefs tumble out onto the counter. As he picked each one up and folded them, Pauly realized, to his horror that he had inadvertently enclosed the used pair he had ripped off the night before along with two of the new ones! And they were an obvious mismatch!
Ewan just chatted along about the events of the day with Pauly and about how slow of a night it was, a bummer if one is on commission, and said nothing about the obvious bungle, but Pauly thought he saw him smile slightly.
"Let's go try these ones on and see if they will do the trick," Ewan said and held out a new package of boxer briefs. He unlocked the fitting room for Pauly and stood outside the door while asking him if he needed to try something different.
Seven uncut inches sprang out from the constrain of Pauly's pants as soon as he was in the dressing room and had the new underwear in his hand. He'd never thought to ask about trying them on first, before buying. Wasn't that against Federal Law? Or did the store just eat the damages?
As he admired the briefs, the white ribbing tight against his still muscular black skin, the door to the fitting room swung open. Quickly he covered the crotch of the briefs, which barely covered his boner, and turned.
It was Ewan. Before Pauly could protest, Ewan pulled Pauly's hands away from his groin and stood back to check out the view.
"Yep. Those look like they are a mighty fine fit, if I do say so myself."
Ewan fell to his knees in front of Pauly and buried his nose in Pauly's ballpouch. The warm, musky, rich smell of Pauly's uncut cock had Ewan pulsating in his own pants and soon he wiggled out of them.
Pauly had been right. Ewan didn't wear underwear.
Ewan pulled Pauly's shorts off him and looked at his dick, his eyes shining with anticipation. He gobbled the cock in his mouth and sucked it way down into his gullet. Pauly inched up a little and fed Ewan his balls, too. With Pauly's shaft in his mouth, Ewan could suck one nut in, but not both at the same time. He'd roll one ball around on his tongue, playing with Pauly's spare public hair with his teeth, then he'd take the other one in. The two balls in his mouth at once were like the horehound candy his grandfather gave him as a kid.
Ewan fisted his cock furiously while giving Pauly the pleasure. Pauly, not being one of those me me me type of guys, ached to return the favor and moaned as his cock made a pop sound as he pulled it out of Ewan's mouth. He leaned forward and kissed Ewan hard the mouth, tasting the salt of the day on his upper lip and tasting his own dick's flavor on his tongue.
Pauly bent down and took Ewan's cock into his mouth. Ewan was roughly the same size as Pauly, but he was shorter, so his dick looked bigger and was fat and cut. There was a wide white band on Ewan's cock that led from the circumcision line on the shaft to the head of his meat. Pauly teased the scar with his tongue tip, causing Ewan to groan softly and pull his head down lower on his dick.
"Eat it, oh God. Yeah, use that tongue baby. Suck it hard!"
Pauly's head bobbed up and down on Ewan's cock. After a few strokes Ewan moaned. "Pull off, baby, or you'll make me cum."
Pauly leaned back and stroked his own dick while he watched Ewan pull a Zeus out of his pants pocket. Ewan unrolled the condom over his dick and Pauly grinned.
Pauly bent over doggy style and rested his ass against Ewan's cockhead. In one smooth movement Ewan took the plunge. Pauly sucked in his breath sharply. "Easy bro, it's been a while for me."
Ewan waited a few seconds, until Pauly's assring stopped snapping in self-defense against his cockshaft, and then slowly, rhythmically, drove his penis in and out of Pauly's manhole. The heat and friction had Pauly dribbling precum in a matter of thrusts and he jacked his own dick and was pushing his ass firmly against Ewan's groin, a sensation that produced fire deep in his ass.
"Jeezus fu-uck that feels good, baby. You're going make me cum!" Pauly wailed as the tempo in Ewan's thrusts increased.
Ewan pumped and withdrew several times, his fingers scooping up Pauly's precum and spreading it over his own nipples and pinching and tweaking them.
Pauly could hear Ewan's breath shorten and could feel his dick widen in his ass as he came closer and closer to reaching crescendo. "Oh, baby, I'm cuming," Ewan moaned as his hips thrust forward and locked, burying his cock deep in Pauly's ass and filling the Zeus with his jism. Pauly moaned and fired six or seven thick ropes of his own white goop on the dressing room bench under him.
Ewan picked up a pair of the new underwear and swabbed the cum off the bench. Overhead the light banks started flickering off, row by row.
As Pauly scrambled to pick up his clothes, Ewan grabbed his arm. "Hey, baby. You aren't a `love him and leave him,' are ya?"
With his shoe in his hand Pauly gestured towards the lights, which were mostly now off, save for a few lit ones. "I don't want to be locked in, bro."
"Relax. I'm a department manager. I got a key." At that Ewan held out the pair of cum-drenched skivvies and twirled them around on his finger. "Well, you got a used pair now. You want to try for another?"
Pauly broke out into a grin.
Ewan fanned the other two pair of shorts on the floor and knelt above them. He took his black B Boy meat into his fist and worked it back into a hardon. With a little spit, he soon had his cock lubed up and at full mast. Pauly knelt beside Ewan and played with Ewan's muscular asscheeks with his left hand while he pumped his own fuckstick with his right.
Ewan pushed his bubble butt back as Pauly manhandled it. Ewan threw his head back and moaned in a low guttural voice as Pauly's index finger sought out his hole. At first Ewan resisted the searching digit, but Pauly was insistent and soon had his finger darting in and out of Ewan's hole with ease.
Ewan's eyes were closed and his hips were rocking back and forth as he worked his cock in synch with Pauly's probing finger.
"Baby, you got another one of those Zeus?" Ewan stopped jacking his cock, the piece of meat still jutting out in front of him in full hardness. From out of nowhere he had another condom in his hand and ripped off its protective wrapper. He popped the rubber in his mouth and carefully placed the rubber ring over the end of Pauly's cock, his tongue working the condom.
"Ah, babe you are talented!" Pauly exclaimed with pleasure as Ewan's expert mouth both massaged and unrolled the condom over Pauly's dick until the bag was fully extended and its ring nestled against his pubes. After the rubber was on, Ewan sucked the entire latex-covered prick down his throat and, with the dick fully engaged in his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked the underside of Pauly's ballsack.
"Fuck me!" Pauly exclaimed and grabbed the back of Ewan's head. "Can you do that again, hon?"
Ewan ran his tongue over the underside of Pauly's scrotum again, his own cock back in his hand and stroking it feverishly over the underwear spread on the floor.
Abruptly he took his hand off his cock and pulled his mouth off Pauly's cock with a slightly slurping sound.
"OK." He lay on his back and rested his legs over Pauly's shoulders. "Now it's your turn to get a piece of Prime Black Angus." He spread his asscheeks apart with his two hands so Pauly could look down and see his manhole winking at him.
Pauly grinned and eagerly hunched over Ewan's beckoning black flower.
He placed his burgeoning black cockhead against Ewan's hole and pushed. In one fluid movement, the entire length of his cock was buried in the salesman's hole, Pauly's balls resting against his fuckboy's asscheeks.
Pauly looked into Ewan's warm brown eyes and saw no pain or resistance, so he began his rhythmic assault on his buddy's lovehole. Ewan closed his eyes and moaned, reaching out and grabbing Pauly's hips to drive him deeper into his sole. At this encouragement Pauly picked up the pace and drove in and out of Ewan with increased abandon. As he buried his cock deep into the warm blackhole, he gyrated his hips a little, stimulating Ewan's g-spot.
With his fingertips Ewan lightly massaged the head of his cock. Precum had leaked onto his flat black belly and was still dribbling. Each thrust from Pauly only served to add more sweet prejizz to the puddle. His tool ached to be grabbed and pounded, but he knew the minute that he did it would be over.
With his free hand scooped on some of his juices and lathered it on his and Pauly's balls. Above him Pauly let out a low moan, his eyes squeezed shut.
"I'm so close, baby."
At that, Ewan picked up a pair of the underwear lying on the floor next to him and spread it over the cum pool and his belly. While the briefs were soaking up his cum on their underside, Ewan gave his dick a few hard strokes and, letting out a low wail, sprayed this load on the topside of the underwear. Quickly he grabbed the pair of briefs off his belly, now covered in cum, and held them under Pauly's nose.
With the combination of the contractions of his buddy's ass muscles around his cock and the smell of manfunk under his nose, Pauly was doomed.
With an "Ah, ah, ah, aaahhhh" he slammed his cock deep into Ewan's ass and came violently. It took several seconds to pump out the heldback cum in his cock, but he filled his rubber, too.
The two lay there for several seconds, Pauly on top of Ewan, just catching their breath.
"I have a confession to make," Pauly said, as the two hurried up and dressed, lest they really ended up spending all night in the store.
"I ripped off that used pair of shorts you had on the counter last night." He smiled sheepishly.
"Fool. You think I don't know that? Why do you think I had the nerve to come in here and sex you up?"
"Oh, man, you knew?"
"Yep," Ewan said. "I even have my own little confession."
Pauly looked at Ewan, waiting.
"Those briefs that you ripped off were mine! I had thrown them in the pile with the ones from the dummies to take downstairs and wash!"
Pauly grinned. "You know. I think I am going to need to come here several nights a week from now on. It's time I had all new flashgear. And you're just the one that can help me try it all on!"
Copyright 2006 by Karl August visit me at karlaugust.com or email hotaugustkarl@gmail.com