
Path: not-for-mail
From: JT Michcock <jtmichcock@yahoo.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated
Subject: SILKY GREEN BOXERS
Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2010 12:44:43 -0500
Organization: Altopia Corp. - Usenet Access - www.altopia.com
Lines: 81
Approved: ASSG Approval Key <assg-approval-key@stump.algebra.com>
Message-ID: <714060.52984.qm@web33205.mail.mud.yahoo.com>
Reply-To: JTMichcock@yahoo.com
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf-8"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws;  s=s1024; d=yahoo.com;  h=Message-ID:X-YMail-OSG:Received:X-Mailer:Date:From:Reply-To:Subject:To:MIME-Version:Content-Type:Content-Transfer-Encoding;  b=euZMCklU8dOm4TjWGgtMnv1dz5+wK/y4Gf4FOLxpYFV/ioUPYGLH3Kl6sjBFwPBELt7u1Vd0hZCSvVv2n9ivdTusFnzsTUea30NTT83+M2/Bchh7PmwNXFXhqCGUITSgD8puaR+k5ncTcTjuHrn766ZGJfqWmWEM0uiRczN1ToY=;
FromStump: yes

===================

Author: les_lea@hotmail.com

SILKY GREEN BOXERS
By Les Lea

As I gingerly climbed down from the cab I had to readjust my pants and try to make myself more comfortable by pulling at my underwear through my jeans. My body ached, my arse was sore and sticky and my pale blue cotton briefs had got pulled tight up into my arse crack.  I waved my thanks to the trucker as he pulled the door closed and, with a huge smile on his face, drove off. Here I was, on the outskirts of London with no idea of where I was, what to do or where to go and, as I took my first steps after my ordeal, I found walking felt strange.

I'd hitchhiked from my home in Leeds desperate to get away from my bloody annoying family. My younger brothers had done well in their recent exams but, as the older brother, with no job, no qualifications and seemingly  "…no motivation whatsoever" I was getting more than just earache from my mam and dad. I suppose at nineteen I should have had some idea what I wanted to do but it all just past me by. I'd had a job in a clothes factory but six months after I'd started… they closed the place down. Eventually, after a few weeks searching, I'd got a job at a car wash but I didn't like it, the pay was shite and the boss was an absolute cunt… so I picked up my pathetic wage one Friday and never went back. Since then… not a lot… I just watched a load of telly. My parents refused to keep me any longer and more or less invited me to leave and "stop sponging" off them. This argument had been going on for a good few months so, I decided
 the moment I'd got a bit of money I'd be off. Dear Aunt Annie, bless her, felt sorry for me and gave me a couple of hundred quid so, I took the next available opportunity to get from under my parent's feet…. and roof. 

After another particular angry, and almost physical, bust up with my dad… he was in a particularly foul mood when he got home from the pub… the time had come to get out.  It was late at night when I got to the motorway. The M1 is just one road directly between my home town of Leeds and the capital… unfortunately there wasn't that much traffic. After about 20 minutes I fell lucky as a huge Scania truck for some DIY store pulled up and offered me a lift all the way down to London. I gratefully got in and we set off. The driver was in his late forties, early fifties, medium build, thinning hair…you know…. fairly normal. We chatted and he told me he had a son about my age, maybe a little older, he thought I looked about twenty-five and I didn't tell him otherwise. I thanked him for stopping but he said that he was always glad of the company even though the firm didn't allow them to carry passengers but he couldn't careless, he was fed up of
 driving anyway so, they could "…go and fuck themselves". He seemed OK as we talked about pubs in Leeds, football, music and politics but after about two hours he pulled into a trucker's lay-by. 
"Not in any rush are we?" he queried.
"I'm not," I replied
"Good… we'll just have a few minute rest…" the word rest he emphasised, 
" before we get to the smoke."
"OK" I innocently responded.
"Like to go to The Queen's Court in Leeds do you?" he looked me straight in the eye.
"Erm… yes," It was a well-known gay pub and I didn't even realise that I'd mentioned it. God I felt stupid.
"Good…" he motioned over his shoulder at the cab bed behind the seats, "… get in the back." 
I shook my head a little but he smiled and said "Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you… in fact you'll probably like it."
I'm sure I had options but at that moment I couldn't think of any so, I reluctantly climbed onto the bunk bed amongst his smelly sleeping bag and blankets and he started to undo my jeans. I closed my eyes and let him get on with it. I thought he was just another old guy in search of some younger dick and although the idea of him fondling me was a bit repulsive, he had stopped to give me a lift and I thought to just let him get on with it.  He pulled open my jeans and rubbed at my cock hiding behind my underpants. After a short while it had grown a bit, although not much and he flipped the front of my cotton briefs down and took me straight into his mouth. He sucked me for a couple of minutes but said he was cramped and decided to make himself more comfortable. As he pushed me over into the corner he pulled off my jeans and I was left in just my tiny blue cotton slip for protection. "That's a lot better," he said appreciatively, "now we can
 both enjoy ourselves." He unzipped his pants and out sprung his rock hard cock. "OK you can play with it," he said as he grabbed my hand and moved it onto his very throbbing knob end. "Yeah" he said appreciatively, "… now how about your mouth?"
I was very reticent. Quite simply because I'd never done anything other than have a wank in the past but as it seemed it was expected of me, I tried. He still said "Yeah" and "ooh" and "that's it baby" but I knew I wasn't being very good. After a few minutes he pulled me up against his crotch and pushed my legs up to rest either side of his head. He then went down and sucked me through my pants whilst I was bent in this strange position.
My cock stiffened quite a lot, and I'm not particularly small in that department which he saw as he yanked my pants along my outstretched legs,  "What a big boy… lets see if we can make it even bigger". He bunched me up so that his cock was resting against my arse hole where he rubbed it up and down. It felt good but I was worried in case he thought about fucking me… I didn't like that idea at all. Not that he was gigantic it's… well, as I say, I'd not done that type of thing before…. and I certainly didn't want to do it with a fifty-year-old granddad. 
I may not have wanted it… but he did… and as he pinned my hands behind my head with one hand, he spat onto the fingers of his other and slicked gob into my hole. I said "No way." But he said, "I think so" as he buried his cock in one swift and sudden lunge forward up my tight bunghole. His spit covered hand then clasped over my mouth as I screamed but cramped as I was into the corner of his cab, I could hardly move and there was nowhere to escape to. His dick tore into my guts…the pain in the first instance seemed unbearable and, although I nearly screamed out loud, I bit my lip and screwed my eyes tightly together hoping to get through my ordeal. It was a strange sensation. It hurt, it was uncomfortable but I couldn't break away. I don't know whether I was scared or transfixed or… whatever… but I just lay there quietly, apart from occasional screams of "Ow" as he pummelled my hole.  He bucked and fucked and kept crying out
 "Stevie…yeah… ooh yeah" with every other thrust. 

I wasn't a virgin any longer. 

He came a couple of times whilst I was in that uncomfortable position. I have to say that when he turned me over onto my knees and I was able to get a grip on my own cock, I quite liked the feel as he entered me again and used my hips to pace me to his thrusts. Once I had my cock in my hand all the senses throughout my body began working together. With my hole on fire, his cock banging away at my rear, (hitting some point in my belly that sent me wild) and my balls just bubbling ready to burst, I really loved it. The old guy was whamming it into me really hard and fast and as he speeded up to his third orgasm he cried out, "Oh yeah Stevie… take it all… oh God… I'm cumming."
I came at the same time he did and I sprayed gallons all over the place. He collapsed onto my back and I fell forward under his weight and lay, figuratively and literally, fucked in a pool of my own cum. We both dozed for a while and I woke up to him pulling my pants up back around my arse.
"You've got a superb tight arse," he said as he flipped the waistband, "Yes very nice," and pulled my pants tight up my arse crack to emphasise my bum cheeks. "I'd love to fuck you again but…. we've slept too long and I'll have to put my foot down more than usual." 
I struggled back into my jeans and asked him who Stevie was. He looked at me quizzically, " I thought I told you… he's my son?"  "Oh yeah," I said feigning absentmindedness "I couldn't remember… sorry." I thought… now… there's an area I'd better not get myself into and, apart from the radio, we continued the rest of our journey in relative silence.

Nobody ever tells you about how being fucked for the first time feels. As I struggled to make myself more comfortable I realised my arse felt like there was still a roll of carpet up there and I was desperate for a shit. I felt that if I farted I'd fill my pants so I wasn't going to do that until I'd found a public toilet. Mercifully there was one not too far away from where I'd been dropped off. It was six in the morning with not too many people around so I found a stall easily enough and got rid of all that granddad had left in me. There wasn't a lot but the feeling still persisted that I had an arse full to get rid of. I'd been sat there about five minutes when someone banged on the door. "Want a hand?"
Jesus, he scared the living daylights out of me, "No I'm fine… er… thanks." Two seconds later the door was kicked open and a huge guy confronted me, as solid as the shithouse I was sitting in, with his dick in his hand wanking himself furiously.
As I sat shitting myself on the bog he marched in and pushed his fat cock into my face. "Suck it cunt," he ordered. I tried to pull away but he was on me in a flash "I said suck it you little fucker" and he smacked me on the side of my head. I knew I was going nowhere and that I'd have to end up doing what he wanted so, rather than risk getting beat up or worse, I opened my mouth a little bit. He shoved it in and grabbed my head to control me, "You'd better not bite…" he must have read my thoughts, "…otherwise they'll be finding bits of you in each of these stalls. Do you understand me?" It was a question that didn't need an answer as he fed in more of his cock and fucked my face. I gagged quite a lot as he plunged that fat veiny brute down my throat but all I could think about was his pants. In the dim light I could just see he was wearing dark green silky boxers and as my nose banged against his pubes and a bit of that shiny
 material, the feeling was really very horny. Thankfully it didn't take too long before he let out a yell and came. The first spurt went straight into my belly; his second sprayed my mouth and the third shot right into my eye. He wiped his cock against the side of my face and then said, "Be here tomorrow at the same time… I'm going to fuck you stupid." and tossed a fiver onto the floor.

After wandering around for what seemed ages I managed to find a tube station and made my way to the only place I'd heard of, Oxford Circus. This was my first visit and London was as noisy and as busy as I'd expected it to be but I still had no idea where I wanted to be or what I was going to do. I set off walking and followed the sign to Marble Arch and Hyde Park. Oxford Street was great for window-shopping but I didn't see any shops that we didn't have in Leeds so I kept on walking. Eventually I came across Selfridges and this was one store I'd heard of and went in to have a look around. There seemed to be an overpowering smell of perfume and it soon became apparent why, as there were acres and acres of stalls just selling the smelly stuff. Once through that area I found myself in the Men's Department and was greeted by row upon row of underwear. I looked around but it all seemed too expensive. I found some silk boxers and fingered the soft
 and silky fabric. I held up a pair of green ones and thought about the big fucker in the bog and immediately got a hard on. I imagined having sex with the twat with his dick down my throat and my nose buried in the sensual material. I think I even gently caressed my face against the fabric… it felt fantastic. I heard a voice next to me and it brought me back from my horny thoughts. "I'd pay to see you in them." "What?" I asked not quite hearing him. "I'd love to see you in them. I bet you'd look brilliant. A good looking, horny young guy like yourself." I was taken a bit by surprise but was flattered and nervous... but mostly I felt flattered. "Well why don't you buy them…. maybe I'll wear them!" I teased not really knowing why I was saying that except… I did like the silky boxers. "OK" he took them from my grasp, "how much are they?" He peered at the label "£42… I should think you are well worth that." I
 watched him as he handed the boxers over to the assistant and I noticed a sly smile being exchanged between the two. My pants buyer was dressed in a pinstripe suit, looked fairly elegant, spoke very well and looked about ten years younger than my trucker fucker. He had superb clear skin, clean-shaven; short black hair and amazing grey eyes that never left me as he paid up and brought the package back to me. "My name's James and you are?" I thought for a brief second then blurted out "Steve" I'm not sure why… I just didn't want him to know my real name, as if it'd matter here in London where I didn't know anyone.
"Alright Steve, follow me." We walked round the back of the store and up the road for about five minutes before we turned into an area of mews houses. It seemed pretty familiar and I reckoned I'd seen this road before, possibly from one of those sixties TV series that were being re-shown these days. "Come in… are you hungry?" Actually I was very hungry and told him so. The house was very posh and immaculate, I presumed this guy must be incredibly rich but I hardly dared move in case I knocked some expensive object and broke it. "I'll make you something in a little while," he smiled "meanwhile, why don't you take a shower." I could take a hint. I only had the clothes I was stood up in and after being sweaty in the cab and walking around all day, I suppose I did smell less than fragrant. He pointed me up the stairs and to the bathroom and presented me with a huge thick towel. "There's plenty of hot water."

The shower was very powerful and hot and it eased the aches in the rest of my body. I soaped every tiny area and even inspected my arse, which still felt very tender, to see if the driver had left his mark or if there was any damage. I couldn't see anything. When I got out of the shower my clothes had disappeared but the green boxers were left hanging over the doorknob. "Put them on… I'm in the next room." I pulled them sensuously up over my bum and couldn't believe how fantastic they felt. I posed in front of the mirror stroking the shimmering material and smoothing its silkiness against my arse cheeks. I got a stonker on straight away.
"Come on through," James said encouragingly but with a slight miffed tone to his request. I thought I'd better not keep him waiting and walked in to his bedroom. It was fantastic. All shades of green, all matching, even the lights and ornaments and there, propped up against the pillows was James, wearing nothing but a pair of pale green silk boxers. He had a smooth tight body and seemed genuinely pleased to see me. "Come over here" he beckoned me over to the bed and looking at the silky bulge in my pants said, "I see you've started without me". I felt a bit embarrassed but he gently pulled me down next to him. "They look brilliant on you like I knew they would… I think you look fantastic," he said flatteringly as he stroked the material against my skin.  I was learning quickly and for the next twenty minutes or so we spent just playing and cajoling each other in our pants. He was impressed by my dick and sucked on it through the
 material. I drew outlines of his dick forcing the shiny fabric to emphasise his cut cockhead. He turned me over onto my stomach and traced his fingers over the reflective mounds of my silk clad bum cheeks. "Steve… you have an arse to die for" he whispered as his fingers lightly touched my hole. "I'm so horny…" he seemed a little breathless. He stroked my arse harder, "you are fantastic… I can't wait any longer." He ripped a hole up the back seam of my new pants and poured some liquid on to my buttocks. He moved over on top of me and I could feel his dick slipping about in the oil (or whatever it was) on my bum. He gently coaxed his cock into my squirming and recently deflowered butt. Prising my cheeks apart and letting his cockhead massage my swollen bum lips. Slowly he moved it further and further in and I was surprised how much of it there was. I quickly learned that by relaxing my arse muscles at various moments it wasn't as
 painful as the first time I'd been screwed. In a matter of minutes he was deep in me and I was writhing around under him like some worm on a hook. He was much bigger and a damn sight thicker than my first fuck and he made sure I felt every inch of his cock as he slowly long-dicked me. I was on my knees desperate to get hold of my cock but he knocked my hand away. "I'll do that," he said as he wanked me in time to his slow shag.  My senses were once again all aroused and although there was undoubted pain… I was enjoying it.

James was approaching his orgasm when someone else came into the room. "Sorry I had to start without you." James didn't miss a beat as he speeded up to a final lunge. He let go of my cock just as I was about to let loose myself but his frenzied thrusting hips were so intense I had trouble keeping on all fours. He screamed with pleasure as he unloaded himself deep inside me while the oaths he screamed were certainly not those I'd expect from a gentleman. I was desperate to finish myself off but no sooner had James pulled out than the mystery stranger took his place and slipped effortlessly up my much-pummelled hole. "Steve… this is Thomas... he couldn't wait to meet you once I told him about our meeting… but I couldn't wait either". 
"Jesus, you didn't mention he was good looking and has a fabulous arse," Thomas said to James as he plugged me again and again. "I think everyone should know." 
"You're right," James agreed and he picked up the phone and dialled a number. "Dan…" That's all I heard as he disappeared into the hallway to continue his call.
"Steve, you look fucking hot in your shorts." They were ripped and hanging in shreds but must have liked what he saw. He groped for my cock and found it ready to burst. "Fantastic cock as well… you're going to be a popular boy." A few minutes later James arrived back and slipped under me taking my cock deep into his mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I thought, "two at once… bloody hell." I couldn't believe this was happening -Thomas seemed to be enjoying himself and sang out praises when my arse muscles clenched tight as I came down James' throat. That got a response from Thomas who suddenly went into another gear and started pumping into me wildly. He pulled out of me and turned me over onto my back almost knocking James off the bed. I soon found myself in the same position that the trucker had used for my first fuck, and like him, he wasted no time in getting his cock, once again, stuck up my arse. "You are a hot bastard," he
 said between breathless thrusts. "Tight arse, tight body and a long dick… I could fuck you for a week myself" and he leaned forward and forced his lips against mine. He was a good looking sod himself with a terrific tight muscled body and judging by what I saw briefly before it disappeared back into my guts, quite a hefty cock. He continued banging me but just before he reached orgasm he pulled out his dick, (I was right about the size) pushed it up what remained of my shorts pant leg and came in gallons all over my cock and balls. I was soaked and my pants looked like I'd taken a semolina bath in them. 

No sooner had I recovered from that than two other guys walked into the room. "For fuck sake James… I thought I was going to get something to eat." I cried annoyed. One of the guys unzipped his fly and out popped another huge cock, "Lunch is served," he beamed as he advanced on me. For the next three hours that's what I did, service James' friends. By the end of it all every orifice was full and what was left of my green silk shorts was just a few spunky strands and a ripped waistband. I don't know how I'd managed to cope with them all but I had. I ached and hurt and stung and was most definitely raw but I'd found something it appeared that I was good at.

What am I doing now you might ask? Well, I'm living with Thomas and he has many clients that he feels will benefit from knowing me. So, after just two weeks here in London I have a cupboard full of silk shorts and pants, which Thomas's friends bring when they meet me. I get to spend most of the day dressed only in my pants… they even call me 'Silky' now… and I've met a few famous and interesting people while I've been… er… entertaining. That's what Thomas calls it… entertaining. When I'm not doing that Thomas is fucking the arse off me… the guy, who I gather is ex Coldstream Guards, has got some very strange ideas, amazing techniques and loads of stamina. Many of his friends are in or ex Army or one of the other of HM Forces so, mostly I'm getting fucked by some amazing specimens of British manhood.




      

***The above is the sole responsibility of the poster.***

Moderator: jtmichcock@yahoo.com
Questions to Moderator: assgm2000@hotmail.com
On the Web: http://www.assgm.net
Email Story Submissions to: assgm@stump.algebra.com
Guidelines/FAQ: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list/files/
Mailing Lists: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list (all posts) and
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-mm (adult pairings only)
20100727124443
