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Author: les_lea@hotmail.com

STICKY BUNS
By Les Lea

I'd met him through the personals in this magazine. He'd seen my photo, read my advert and replied with not only a horny letter but also an incredibly sexy photograph. He was sat in a leather office chair looking straight at camera. His well-defined body was naked apart from a pair of white Moschino briefs with a huge bulge at the apex of where his spread legs met. I wanted to work in an office where the guys dressed, and looked like him. I don't think too much work would get done but I bet office relations would be excellent.
Our letters and phone calls to each other were very sexplicit! I just loved the raunchy way Steve spoke and wrote. Many was the time I'd get out his last letter and wank myself into a frenzy reading about all the sexy pants he had and what he wanted us to do together in them. He was an absolute pant pervert. He had been collecting undies for years and bought them on impulse when and wherever he saw a pair that took his fancy. He had a vast variety of everything, from M&S sensible slips to expensive designer trunks. I think every underwear catalogue ever produced had been plundered by his constant craving for more and more of these sexy items he wanted to possess. He told me he had hundreds of pairs that he'd never worn yet and was looking forward to the day when he could see me parade around in some of them.
We suddenly decided that we'd had enough talk and that action was needed so, on one summer's weekend I got on a train and went to meet him in London. It was a gloriously hot day. I was wearing a loose fitting pale blue T-shirt, my fantastic American light beige corduroy shorts and keeping the American motif, a new, but fairly unexciting pair of HANES white cotton briefs. My little shoulder knapsack held my toothbrush, a comb and a couple of pairs of my favourite pants. 
He met me at the station and again I was stunned. He looked like he'd just come back from being on safari. His terrific tanned body was wrapped in a tight fitting, dark green shirt; the matching shorts clung to his arse and thighs and showed off his sexy contours to great effect. Thick brown socks topped off his hairy calves, which disappeared into a pair of heavy-duty Timberland boots. Casual but elegant and I was in love. At the side of this glamorous vision I looked like some raggedly arsed street urchin but he just smiled a warm welcome, hugged me and whispered in my ear how he couldn't wait to get me home. 
His open topped BMW sped us through the city traffic and before long we were sat outside a pub in Richmond over looking the river. I just couldn't get over this guy. Good looking, sexy, fit and I could tell he was horny because every time I looked the bulge in his tight shorts was still there. To be honest I'd had a bit of a grope earlier as we travelled through the streets and I knew it was all real. After a few pints for me, and a couple of mineral waters for him, we drove to his house just a few miles away.
As soon as we were through the door he hugged me in a passionate embrace that literally took my breath away such was its power. My mouth and face were swamped by kisses as he ground his crotch against mine, one hand behind my head holding me fast, the other alternately stroking or grabbing at my arse. After a few moments he released his grip and I nearly fell over after such an onslaught, although the beer I'd drunk could be another reason. Anyhow, he took my hand and led me upstairs. He showed me his cupboards full of pants. Some seemed to be colour co-ordinated but it turned out that most of the styles and fabrics had just been bundled together and, in a random way, they'd somehow managed to be drawn to similar colours.  Other items were still in their boxes or packaging, some I would never have suspected he'd be into, sheer lacy briefs as well as polyester boxers (proclaiming his love of Arsenal), but whatever way you looked at it, he had
 hundreds of pants. My eyes must have widened like a hungry kid in cartoons does when he's suddenly confronted with a table full of food. As I peered into the first few boxes Steve eased up behind me and nuzzled my neck, his arms circled my waist and I relaxed into his gentle but firm hold.  Slowly he pulled my T-shirt over my head and once removed his butterfly touches and tickles down my back were just an exquisite experience. His fingers quickly found the button at the top of my shorts and once undone they fell to the floor and I was left in just my new, clean briefs. I suddenly thought I might have disappointed him but he just ground his hips harder into the soft fabric encasing my bum. That hard-on of his hadn't seemed to diminish since the moment we met and I thought perhaps it was time to do something about it. Besides, I still hadn't seen what he was wearing under those tight fitting shorts. I began to turn around but he just asked me to
 keep on inspecting the rows of undies, which I did. One arm still circled my waist as the other was obviously adjusting his own shorts and soon I could feel his large cock rubbing up and down my cotton covered arse crack. He moaned as he gently swayed and I held a particularly sexy pair of dark blue, silk briefs up to my face and slowly smoothed them over my skin. His hand moved to my cock and he pulled and stroked my rigid tool as his thrusting cock took on an urgency of its own. His breathing was becoming more and more excited and as he reached the point of no return I could feel my own balls bubbling up with a spunky load. I moaned that I was coming and in a few seconds I had spurted a huge wad of milky fluid into the front of my pants. A couple of beats later I felt him thrust his cock up my pant leg and I could feel him shooting his load into the back of my briefs and all over my backside. We stood silently for a short while and after he'd gotten
 his breath back he told me how much he'd been waiting to do that. I was still cradled with my back against his belly and the feeling of love; warmth and safety almost overwhelmed me. I broke away and turned to see him smiling. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Nothing, I'm just smiling out of total enjoyment… and the fact that we've christened your pristine, white pants." I could feel the sticky christening brew soaking into the cotton and loved the sensation of his fingers gently stroking and probing the back of my damp briefs. I looked at him now and for the first time took in the spectacle of his mammoth manhood. His green shorts were unbuttoned but still clung to his hips, the front of his white Moschino briefs were tugged under, and acted as a support, to his pendulous balls. His seven-inch cock was thick and veiny and looked like a rolled up newspaper and I began to have my doubts about being able to cope with something that bulky in
 any way.
My thoughts were cut short as Steve suggested a fashion display and for the next few hours, and only interrupted by the consumption of several bottles of chilled white wine, we tried on, posed, photographed and videoed ourselves in all manner of fantastic underwear. Silky boxers, Lycra trunks, shiny lurex and satin shorts, cotton briefs by Japanese designers I'd never heard of, nylon contraptions from Germany, sexy college boy undies from America and a host of other fabulous pant creations. He must have used about ten films for his camera and we were onto our second ninety-minute video when the amount of wine I'd drunk suddenly hit me. A couple of the designs we'd worn had been just too much and we'd rubbed each other off into them but now drained, and more than a little tipsy, I was whacked out and needed some sleep. I'd cum as much as I'd ever done and felt incapable of producing any more orgasms. I asked him, no that should be slurred at
 him, what did he want me to wear in bed? He picked a pair of white pants off the floor and gave them to me. As I stumbled into them I realised they were my discarded HANES but I was way too pissed to comment, I climbed between the clean sheets and immediately fell asleep before Steve had managed to turn off the lights and climb in beside me. During the night he held me tightly and occasionally I could feel him rubbing himself against my bum. I'd turned over onto my stomach in my sleep and as I came too slightly I could just perceive that he was tugging at my pants. He wasn't pulling them off but I could just sense that he was messing around with them. A short while later I felt his entire body move over and lay on top of me. He nibbled my neck and ears and again nuzzled the short hairs on the back of my neck and I could feel his enormous knob pushing at my hole. It felt different this time and I suddenly realised that, although I still had my pants
 on, his cock was probing up my hairless channel without the benefit of the cotton barrier. I heard my name gently being spoken and a feeling of coolness was being caressed around and into my crack. As I drifted back off to sleep enjoying the sensation of being massaged I suddenly became wide-awake as Steve's continually hard cock pushed its way up my arse. God it hurt and as I let out a scream for him to stop, because I didn't think I'd be able to take it, he thrust forward and his huge dick tore past my clenching arse muscle. The pillow smothered my cry of pain as he began to slowly fuck me. After a short while the sobs in my throat had given way to grunts of satisfaction as I got used to his fat and demanding cock. I drifted in and out of sleep a few times feeling that unhurried, and continual, in and out motion. Hell, it was a strange sensation and I know I came at least twice more into my pants before I eventually fell into a very deep sleep.
The following morning I woke up with a sore head and an even sorer arse. My bearings were a little askew and as each eye in turn got used to the surroundings I noticed that Steve was no longer around. I peered over the side of the bed to see if he'd fallen out or something but all I noticed was about half a dozen used condoms and several empty tubes of lubricant. No wonder my arse was sore. I immediately realised I needed the toilet and tottered off to relieve myself.
As I pulled my still damp, and in places a little crusty, pants down I saw that a hole had been cut in the back of them and the tell-tale stains of a sex-filled, hectic night covered the whitish fabric.  I freshened and cleaned myself up as best as I could then, pulling up my holey pants, tumbled sleepily back to bed and dozed off. I awoke to feel those gentle, featherlight fingers once again caressing my bum. "Good morning Steve," I yawned. "Afternoon lover," he responded. He was sat on the side of the bed looking even more gorgeous; dressed in tight, faded light blue denim jeans and a very well fitting cap-sleeved T-shirt. "C'mon time to get up," he cajoled. "You don't get to London often so I want to show you the sights… and it's another fantastic hot day." His hand slapped my near naked arse as he steered me to the bathroom with a warning that he was going to find something for me to wear when I'd finished.
I stepped out of the bathroom sparkling, wide-awake and hungry; Steve was waiting to hand me my first item of clothing. The package had an almost naked, well-built sailor on it, which immediately made some blood rush to my dick. Steve told me that after seeing this packaging for Moschino undies he'd bought the entire range simply because the image was so horny and slightly different for each style. I could understand the impulse, the model was immensely shaggable, but I also noticed that the price label was still on and I don't think I would spend that amount on just a pair of knickers, no matter how horny the image. Still, as I pulled on the pants I could feel the quality and they did fit and feel superb wrapped around my tackle. Next followed a white cotton shirt and a pair of grey cotton shorts, they reminded me of what I used to wear when I was a kid at school. "You big perv," I taunted, "in to schoolboys are we?" "Not really," he
 laughed back," but since I saw your photo in the magazine…  I've had this feeling… like I'm your big brother… and I only wish I had known you since we were kids." I was a bit gobsmacked at such sentiments but pretended that I still thought he was a perv… but that I didn't mind "…even if he wanted to take me out naked." He put his hand to his chin in thought and, after a few contemplative moments, decided that I was right, naked was a much better idea. I told him to forget it and pulled on the white socks and sneakers he had put out for me. As I stood in front of him for his inspection, I could see that once again his crotch was growing and making a spectacular bulge in his jeans. "Christ you're a horny little fucker," he murmured. And reaching across and grabbing at his prominent swelling told him he was a big horny fucker also. In fact I couldn't believe how he could be so constantly turned on and constantly producing
 great dollops of "man-juice" (that's what he liked to call it). "Later tonight I'm going to introduce you to Jeff," he confided, but I told him, I didn't think I was ready for a threesome… just yet. He told me not to worry, that I'd be OK and to rest assured…I'd like him very much.
The rest of the day was spent sight seeing and eating and I absolutely loved the idea of the schoolboy being shown around the "big city" by my older, more worldly-wise bigger brother. I have to say I did look terrific in my outfit, shorts tight around my bum and the white shirt not quite tucked in all around the waistband and my hair just a little bit unruly. This was in no small way to the fact that at every opportunity he got, his hands would be fondling, stoking, playing or encouraging me in my pants. At the gay pub where we ended up in the evening we both got some admiring glances and I could tell quite a few of the patrons were wishing they were going to be with us later that evening. However, we only had thoughts on each other and neither of us could wait to get back to the house, even though we both tried to be cool by putting it off for a while. Once back at the house we were all over each other like a rash. Clothes were ripped off and we
 made no pretence about taking things easy. His cock was down my throat and up my arse so many times in that first hour that I lost counts. He sucked and rubbed my dick red raw and I was exhausted when he suggested that I try on more of his collection of pants. "I want to have a reminder of you posing in every single pair," he said getting the video camera ready once again. Another couple of hours passed in a blur of laughter, wine, admiration and sexiness. He looked fucking fantastic in just about everything he wore including a pair of lacy see-thru knickers that showed off his cock to brilliant effect. Eventually I found a pair of rubber briefs hung up in another wardrobe. I never realised that rubber was such a bugger to put on but Steve helped me into them thanks to copious amounts of talcum powder and will-power on my part. Once on he oiled them up so that they gleamed and I found that, although very tight, they fitted me incredibly well,
 thankfully the all round zip came in useful as I was desperate for a piss. On my return from the bog I asked if he had changed his mind about Jeff joining us. Steve smiled and said, "All in good time." We larked around in the rubber for a while and I could tell Steve, who by now was in a pair of pink satin shorts, was getting harder by the second. "OK on your knees doggie style," he commanded and I obeyed. He pulled down the zip on my shiny rubber pants to expose my inviting arse again. The sweaty aroma of body-warmed latex and me that came wafting up seemed to have an effect. His dick was sticking out through the fly of his shiny pink pants and looked even bigger than before. More sachets of lubricant were torn open, together with an 'Ultra Strong' condom. He slipped it over the throbbing head of his cock, the smooth and shiny film of rubber matching well with the tight shiny fabric of his shorts. Within seconds he had mounted me and was
 shagging away furiously. Again it was painful to start with but soon I was just as eager as he was to join in the rhythm of hot, horny and wild sex. I pumped and bounced against him and he thrust and gyrated deep within me. His hands, resting on my shoulders, pulled and bent me into various positions and I found my legs and his dick in some brand new and interesting areas that I'd never tried before. My dick was squashed up in the tight rubber so I didn't have access to it but that didn't stop me cumming. The outline of my stiffy wrapped in black shiny rubber evidently turning Steve on even more. My hands fondled his lustrous powerful bucking pink bum as he neared his climax. His final frantic thrusts toppled us over flat onto the floor, my knees were a mass of carpet burns from the friction and my arse felt like it was about to explode. I could feel his dick throbbing as he emptied his balls in to the latex protection and his hot sweaty body was
 held against mine tightly. After a few minutes of just lying there spent and a little tired he pulled out of me and disappeared to get more wine. On his return we sat chatting as he helped me out of the tight black rubber and it was a relief to get the damn things off as the springy, stretchy material grabbed and pulled at the hairs on my legs. As we retired to bed he asked me to put on a pair of black sheer nylon split-crotch panties, which he thought I looked stunning in and, on the comfortable mattress, we kissed and cuddled some more. A while later he once more got me onto my knees, pulled the nylon material wide apart as he licked while he rimmed my puckered and well-used hole. I was a bit sleepy but I knew what was going to happen. He reached over to the bedside draw and more lubricant was smeared over my not-as-tight-as-it-used-to-be arse hole. My head was snuggling the pillow and my arse was high in the air waiting for him to enter me once more.
 I'd lost count of how many times we'd actually screwed but Steve never seemed to be anything less than up for it some more. I wondered at times what he was on but he just said that this is what he'd been waiting for all his life and he was enjoying every bloody moment of it. The tip of his cock repeated it's now familiar route, pushing its way slowly into my insides. This time he was being very deliberate and unhurried and he seemed even bigger than normal. In fact I had to grit my teeth and hold my breath as he inched himself further up my arse. I thought I'd got used to him but I had to tell him he was hurting me and to take it out. He stopped and told me to relax, just another inch or so and it would be all the way in. I'd never felt my arse being so full before but I presumed, that all this sex had made my insides a bit too sensitive, and, as he pushed further into me I began to panic a little. He stopped again and his gentle, cajoling
 words soothed me and while a hand sexily stroked the fabric covering my bum, I was able to get my breath back.  As I relaxed some more he put his arms on my shoulders and I knew it was for the last shove that would bury him deep before he started his fuck. I was unbelievably stretched and I couldn't understand it. My hole hurt and my insides seemed to be filled to capacity. "There you are," he said proudly, "I knew you and Jeff would get along. All the way up to the balls, I knew my horny little brother could manage it."  I still didn't fully understand until I raised my head from the pillow and glanced in the mirror at the side of the bed. Steve was kneeling back on his heels, dressed in his Arsenal boxer shorts and was pulling a dildo out of my arse. Christ it was massive but before I had time to say anything he was once again forcing the bloody thing back up my very stretched back passage. I wanted him to stop as it was killing me but he
 kept saying how fucking fantastic it was watching his Jeff Stryker dildo disappear past my tight little clenching hole and way up into my guts, especially displayed, as it were, between split crotch panties. I wanted to please him but this was going too far, but as usual, his pushing and pulling had got a reaction going in my cock so that before too long I was writhing and crying with pleasure as he administered another superb fucking. I wanked myself furiously through the nylon material as he speeded up with Mr Stryker's replica cock and just as I was about to cum he whipped it out and forced his own stiff knob up my well slicked and slippy channel. Again, drained of all my cum, I drifted off to sleep with Steve's cock leisurely slipping in and out of my arse only occasionally being roused by his urgent need to fill my insides with his "man juice".
The following morning I had my train home to catch so I was up and into the shower before Steve. As I walked to the bedroom feeling well scrubbed and fresh I went to get a clean pair of pants from my knapsack. Steve held out a pair for me to wear. They were the ripped and cum-stained HANES I'd worn when I first arrived, except that now they were off-white, crusty and very damp. "I've used your pants as a depository for all the spunk we've spurted this weekend… well the stuff I could capture. I've emptied all the contents of each condom into those pants so that you'll have a little memento… until the next time you come to visit." They were filthy, ripped and tatty but I couldn't think of a better thing to wear so I gratefully pulled them on and they felt strange but fantastic. 
He took me to the station to wave me off and wish me well. I quickly found a seat but as we had a bit of time to kill before my train left, we went into one of the toilets in a nearby carriage. We kissed and fondled each other and it was inevitable that my corduroy shorts should find their way to my ankles. Steve fucked me through my manky American pants up against the toilet mirror. I came once more into the front of those heavily soiled stiff cotton remnants and just as Steve came he pulled out his cock and spurted a huge load all over my arse cheeks. He then zipped himself up and helped me pull my pants up. "There," he said patting my cum slicked arse, "something for you to enjoy on your journey home." 
"What's that?" I enquired.
 "Sticky buns," he laughed. 





      

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