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Short Shorts #2:- Boy Sex in Shorts- A Fantasy Encounter [8KB]
In a grassy glen down deep in the woods, far from
prying eyes, I have an encounter with a short pants wearing Adonis.
Just the two of us. In our own private meadow deep down in the woods far from other prying eyes. We had stripped off our scout shorts and shirts and were standing there, save for our scout stockings and sneakers, clad only in the white gym shirts I had salvaged a year or two earlier from the trash barrel in the locker room at the end of the school year. We stood facing each other; my friend a bronzed Adonis who enjoyed the coolness and exposure afforded by wearing shorts all summer long as I did. I focused in on the bulge in the front of his gym shorts visualizing his manhood protected by only a piece of thin white cotton and my own tool began to stir. He was looking at me as well and I knew that his body wanted my body.
He stepped toward me and grabbed my ass checks pressing our hips together. I felt his hard penis pressing against mine through the thin gym pants and it felt good. We both began to wiggle our hips grinding our fully erect tools against each other. I could feel the dampness forming on the front of my shorts from my pre-cum. We continued to press against each other for several minutes and I felt the euphoria building. I was breathing in his masculine sweaty smell and it enhanced my pleasure all the more.
Finally when I was about to peak he released me and gently pushed me down on my back in the soft lush green grass. He came over me on his hands and knees and buried his face in my crotch and began to nibble my stem with his gums through the now cum soaked cotton. I realized I was soon going to explode right in my gym pants. He sensed my condition and leaned back on his left hand and knees that were straddling my legs. Next I felt his right hand slide up inside the left leg of my nice baggy gym shorts and his fingers encircled my tool. He began massaging it as though milking a cow; the sliding strokes from the base to the tip coaxing the sex juice out of my body. I groaned in ecstasy as the waves of pleasurable sensations washed over me. He sensed my moment of release and quickly pulled the elastic waistband of the shorts down so my squirting fluid found freedom, landing in milky white puddles on my chest. Euphoria flooded over me as I gazed up into his face hovering over me. His expression asked did you enjoy that? Whoa yeah, and how, did I ever.
He rolled over on his outstretched arm and sat next to me and with his hand rubbed the front of my thigh and knee as I floated down; which took much longer than usual because of his sensual touch on my leg. How could I return my friend's so very sexually stimulating favor?
Because he was essentially sitting up, the loose folds in his gym pants hid the state of his erection, so after a minute or so of his fondling my bare leg with his strong fingers I reached over and gently felt his crotch. I had no trouble discerning that his hard was still intact; his shorts did nothing to diminish any tactile feedback. He immediately stopped massaging my leg and clamped his hand down over mine so that it was pressed hard against his penis. It was time for me to return his favor.
With my other arm I pushed him over on his back. Then I started fondling his thigh and the hem of his shorts while rolling the palm of my other hand around over his tool. His hand was still pressed on mine providing plenty of contact pressure. As I pulled the hem tight toward me planning to run my hand up the leg of his loose gym shorts I heard him moan, "Rip them."
"You want me to tear your shorts?" I queried.
"Yes. They just get in the way," he sighed. "Besides, hearing and feeling shorts being destroyed really adds to my excitement."
I hated to think of destroying his shorts that certainly had many more pleasurable hours of useful wear in them, but ripping them would surely add to my sexual stimulation as well. He allowed me to remove my hand from his crotch as I repositioned myself for the hefty tug that would be required to turn them from fun sex pants into torn cotton sheeting.
With one hand I braced myself against his thigh and with the other my fingers encircled the thin three quarter inch wide hem. I applied a nice slow ever increasing pull as we both listened for the quiet sound of snapping threads. I could hear the outer seam start to go; snap, snap, snap, then suddenly rrrrippppp.
"Oh wow," he moaned. "Bust the other leg."
I quickly hopped over to his other side and repeated the destruction on the other leg. It tore just as easily. The thin well washed cotton not really putting up a great deal of fight. I yanked the waist band of what had been gym shorts down to fully expose his equipment. My fingers encircled his stem as I quickly pumped him to climax. Like mine, his juice squirted up on his chest forming white wet puddles on his already sweat soaked tee shirt. I played with his jewels and stroked the inside of his thighs as he slowly floated down.
We were two fully relaxed bucks and after soaking in the sun for awhile we arose and he pulled off his torn shorts before we both donned our scout uniforms. When we finished dressing he hung his ripped shorts on a tree limb and applied a match to the dangling cotton. Flames quickly raced up the semi-sweaty cum soaked material turning it into wispy black ash. As we walked home I wondered when would we have another such pleasurable afternoon. 3/24