Men in Shorts

by Lori Perkins

  Until he asked, as I was about to leave him alone in the tanning booth, “Hey, buddy boy, do you think you could help me apply the lotion? So I don’t make any mistakes?”

  “Sure,” I said, “No problem. I’m not that busy today.”

  He was about to get the massage of a lifetime; of that, I was certain.

  He removed the sweatshirt, exposing a well-defined chest slightly covered with a rough carpet of jet black hair. In the center of his breastbone there was a black fluff that formed a narrow line of hair leading all the way down his lean abdomen, as though pointing in the direction of his dick. He kicked off his running shoes and proceeded to yank off his damp sweat socks. As I stood there, watching him strip – he wasn’t self-conscious at all – I held the tanning lotion with no expression on my face. I wasn’t sure where this was leading and I didn’t want to be presumptuous. But when he quickly yanked his sweatpants down and pulled them off, revealing a rumpled pair of white cotton boxer shorts, I nearly fell to my knees. His legs were hairy and long and muscular, and I wanted to bury my face in the white boxer shorts…to lick them and sniff them and chew on them. I could see the outline of his cock resting just beside the front opening. To a boxer-shorts pirate like me, this was a dream come true. Those loose, well-worn boxer shorts begging to be sniffed and licked.

  “I think I should put the lotion all over your body,” I said, trying not to sound too excited. “To show you the right way to do it.” I had to hold the lotion bottle hard so my hands wouldn’t shake. The thought of touching his strong thighs made me knees weak.

  “If you say so, buddy boy,” he replied, ready to yank the white boxers off too.

  “No,” I suddenly shouted, hoping I hadn’t sounded desperate. “Don’t take off the boxer shorts. Leave them on for the first few times you tan. You don’t want to burn in places that haven’t been exposed to the sun before.” If he had taken them off, I probably wouldn’t have been completely disappointed, but the boxer shorts only seemed to enhance things.

  “Good thinking,” he said, placing his large hands on his slim waist.

  Though it was the truth, and I didn’t want to burn his cute ass, my only thought at the moment was to keep him in those sexy boxer shorts as long as possible. And we both knew that something would happen by then; at the very least, I’d suck him off.

  “Just stand still and relax,” I told him as I poured tanning lotion into the palms of my hands and knelt down in front of him. I slowly began with his large feet, working the smooth lotion between his toes and then up to his ankles with both my hands. I gently massaged –I wasn’t spreading it. I was slowly working him toward an erection. I rubbed his legs, making sure the lotion got past the body hair and into the skin.

  “Damn, buddy boy,” he said, spreading his legs, “This feels so good. I should have come here a long time ago. Do you do this for all the customers?”

  “No way,” I said, laughing. “You’re the first one ever.”

  “How old are you? And what’s your name?” he asked. He smiled and rubbed his jaw with the palm of his hand.

  “Nineteen, and it’s Bob,” I replied, “Now you lie down in the tanning bed and I’ll finish massaging the lotion on your body. I want to cover every inch of you, and it’s much more relaxed if you’re lying down.”

  When he was flat on his back in the tanning bed, I decided to strip down too.

  “I don’t want to get lotion all over my clothes,” I said, as he watched me rip off my white T-shirt and kick off my jeans. I took everything off: shoes, socks and underwear. I wanted to be on my knees with my back arched, my ass in the air and my legs spread as wide as possible. The perfect invitation, I’d learned.

  “You’ve got a great body, buddy boy, and I see your tan is even in all the right places,” he said, as he reached up from the tanning bed and ran the rough palm of his left hand slowly down my ass. Then, with his thick middle finger, he slowly began to circle the opening of my ass. By that time, my cock was rock hard.

  I knelt down while he continued to work his finger into my hole, and began to massage lotion onto his strong thighs. He must have been an avid runner; his thighs were thick cinderblocks. Not an ounce of flab anywhere.

  “Now, just close your eyes and relax,” I whispered. My legs opened as wide as I could spread them; his finger was now all the way up my ass. “I’m going to apply some lotion all the way up your strong legs, so that if the sun rays go through your boxers, you won’t get burned.”

  He closed his eyes and sighed. “You’re the expert, buddy boy.”

  I poured more lotion into the palms of my hands and then slowly ran both hands upward, under the white boxers. I massaged lotion way up into his groin area, while his large hairy balls rubbed against the front of my hands. As I did this, I noticed that his cock was growing larger by the moment. All of a sudden, the head began to pop through the front opening of the white boxer shorts. And rather quickly, an eight-inch erection was popping through, pulsing with each movement I made.

  “Is that okay?” he asked, as he looked at me, and then down at his huge hard dick, slowly finger fucking me into a delirious state of submission.

  I smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that too.”

  I buried my face in his sweaty white shorts. They were drenched from his morning run, but smelled like nectar from the gods. I licked the white cotton, working my tongue through the front opening, past the base of his hard cock, so I could release his large hairy balls too. I sucked them both up into my mouth, and slowly pulled them through the opening. For a moment, when his cock and his balls were sticking out of the opening, I took a quick look at them. Nothing, to me, is sexier that seeing a huge dick and a large set of sweaty, funky balls sticking out from a pair of white boxer shorts.

  Slowly, while my hands clutched the white cotton on his shorts, I began to lick my way up the shaft of his dick toward the head. A large cock head, dripping with pre-come by that time.

  But just as I took the entire dick all the way down my throat and was about to begin the first sucking motions, a voice rang out from the front of the salon. “Is anyone here?”

  The voice was familiar: a woman who never missed a day of tanning.

  But I thought fast. “I’m back here, Barbara, with an electrician. We’re working on one of the beds.” I shouted this while still licking his cock. “We had some trouble with your favorite tanning bed. It’ll be fixed in an hour or so. Why don’t you come back then?”

  “Oh, okay,” I heard a weak voice reply. “I have some errands anyway. I’ll come back.”

  With his cock still standing and ready to burst, and finger as far up my ass as he could get, he whispered, “Good thinking, you naughty little boy.”

  “Just relax,” I said, grabbing my own cock so I could shoot a load too. “This will only take another minute or so. You’re ready to explode.”

  “Tell me about it,” he moaned. “I’d love to fuck you.”

  “I wanna finish you off like this,” I said. “I really wanna suck you off.”

  “Well, how is this?” he said, as he slowly shoved two more fingers up my ass.

  I wanted to say, “Oh fuck, call me bitch,” but it was too soon for that sort of thing, and anyone could have walked into the salon and heard me begging for dick.

  “Fucking fantastic,” I moaned. My ass began to roll in slow, circular motions, and I started to back into his fingers.

  I returned to sniffing and licking his boxers for a moment, then began some serious sucking motions on his dick. Not just licking, or moving my mouth up and down the shaft. That does nothing to a man. I sucked hard and fast until my cheeks indented and my lips puffed out, jerking my own cock the entire time. In no time he reached a point where his juice was ready to shoot. You can usually tell during a good cocksucking session when they are ready to shoot a load because their legs start to wiggle, and their toes often curl.

  “Ahhhhh,” was the only sound he made as he shot a full load of
come right into my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I gulped and swallowed with pleasure.

  Then I shot one too, all over the side of the tanning bed, while he fucked me with three fingers, never missing a beat.

  Though he pulled his fingers out after we came, I kept his cock in my mouth for a while, not ready to release it until I knew he’d been completely drained and was ready to lie back and enjoy a relaxing tanning session. I didn’t torture him, knowing the head of his cock would be sensitive after shooting a load. I simply kept it in my mouth, slowly sucking each last drop of his cum. I wanted to feel his meaty dick slowly go limp against my tongue, and then gently suck his balls back into my mouth so that I could roll them into a state of complete relaxation. I knew from the way he gently caressed my head that he really liked this.

  “That was fucking fantastic,” he whispered, as I released his floppy dick and neatly packed it back into his white boxers where it was safe and sound. Then I gently kissed the opening of the underwear, pilfering one last sniff for the road.

  “I enjoyed it too,” I said, stepping back into my jeans. I felt something drip down my chin and I wiped it with the side of my hand. “Especially the white boxers. I love all boxer shorts, but white ones really get me hot.”

  “Fuck, buddy boy,” he said, “I especially liked the way you drained me dry.”

  “You tasted like candy,” I said. “Your come is very sweet.” He’d like hearing that, I knew. They all like to know they have the best-tasting come.

  “Damn,” he said.

  “Now, you relax and enjoy your first tanning session,” I told him. “I’ve got to get back to the front desk before someone else comes in. And you need to get some rest. You’ve had two workouts today…a long run and a good suck-off.”

  About twenty minutes later he returned to the reception counter, where I was folding a few small white towels. “Did I get any color?” He lowered his running pants enough so that I could see his black pubic hairs.

  “It’s too soon to tell,” I said. “But you should see something in about an hour, after you take a shower.”

  “Cool,” he said. He hesitated for a moment and kicked the floor with the toe of his running shoe as if killing time. “Should I come in tomorrow?”

  “Oh yeah,” I said. “I think you should come in every day until you go to Belize.”

  He smiled a toothy smile. “I think so too,” he said. Then he headed for the exit. When he reached the door, he turned and said, “I’ll see you same time tomorrow. You’ll be here, right?”

  “I’ll be here,” I said, “And don’t forget, you probably should wear a pair of boxer shorts the first few times.”

  “Oh, I won’t,” he laughed, “Tomorrow I’m going to wear a pair of light blue ones that are really loose and baggy. I’ll wear them for a while, so they won’t be too fresh and clean.”

  I licked my lips and laughed. “That sounds perfect.”

  “See you tomorrow,” he said, as he jaunted out the door.

  When he was gone and I went back to clean his tanning bed, I noticed he’d left his white boxers hanging from a hook near the door, obviously intended for me. I slowly lifted them from the hook, placed them to my face and inhaled deeply, still in shock that I’d managed to fulfill one of my sacred fantasies about boxer shorts that morning. How many people go through life without ever doing what they crave sexually? So many times I’d been with guys who were wearing shorts that I wanted to devour, but I always held back for fear they’d think I was peculiar.

  As the weeks passed, Rick returned for his tanning session every day of the week, always wearing slightly used boxer shorts. He once wore a sweaty jock strap, and though I enjoyed chewing on it while he hammered me into the wall, I told him that I still preferred boxer shorts. I quickly learned that he was strictly a top man, but it was never a problem for either of us. He fucked my brains out and I couldn’t get enough of his cock. Most of the time he’d leave the boxer shorts on, with his cock popping from the opening, while he fucked me over the top of the tanning bed. And then sometimes – I liked this the most – he’d lie on his back while I spread my legs and sat on his large cock, covering my head with his dirty boxers. I’d ride his dick while I chewed and sucked the fabric. His eyes became wide and he started to breathe heavily at the fact that I was so into his shorts, and he always left a pair for my collection when the fucking was finished.

  But he liked fucking me the most, claiming my ass felt like velvet around his cock. He never used a condom – we’d both been tested, and swore monogamy to each other during that period – never had to pull out and jack off to come, and always shot a full load up my ass, whether I was riding his cock or bent over while he nailed me to a wall or a floor or a door.

  When it was time for him to leave for Belize, though we both knew our little fling was only temporary, neither of us was happy about it. But he swore to e-mail me and to send letters as often as he could. We didn’t know about the future, and didn’t want to discuss it. There wasn’t time to do anything but fuck (and sniff boxer shorts) and we both knew that relationships aren’t formed on that alone. We’d deal with that when he returned from his trip. As a going-away present, I went down on my knees and I sucked him off, while he finger-fucked my ass, just as we had done the first time. We both promised to keep in touch.

  When a week passed and I didn’t hear a word from him, I lost my appetite and had trouble sleeping. He didn’t answer my e-mails and I began to assume our time together had been nothing more than a passing fling.

  And then one afternoon, a package was delivered to the salon, addressed to me, with a foreign return address. I quickly opened it and found a rumpled pair of white boxer shorts and a small note that read, My e-mail’s been all fucked up, and it won’t be working until next week, but I wanted to send you something so you won’t forget me. Have fun with these. I’m going to jack myself off tonight while I think about you sniffing them. I’m mailing a really sweaty, smelly pair next week….Love, Rick.

  Special Delivery

  by Savannah Chase

  The gentle breeze swayed the sheer white curtains that surrounded the canopy bed. Candles flickered all over the room as she glanced around, searching for him. Soft white rose petals adorned the bed, and touched the air with sweetness. Each delicate petal, soft as silk, caressed her skin.

  She spotted a shadow in the curtains. It quickly approached her. She bit her lower lip and her heart began to flutter with anticipation.

  “Get up on all fours, and close your eyes,” the voice instructed her.

  Every time she had a dream about him, he always came to her, and commanded her to close her eyes.

  Doing as he told her, she lifted herself off the bed and up on all fours to face the headboard. The bed dipped behind her as his weight pushed it down.

  The breeze continued to rustle the curtains, and brushed her bare skin. It sent shivers down her body.

  His musky smell wafted through the air. She wanted desperately to open her eyes, and see who her mysterious lover was but she dared not. She only waited for his next move.

  His warm palm cupped her ass before it moved up to her spine. He held something soft in between his fingers as he moved higher and higher. It stroked her skin, sending more shivers down her back.

  “I will have my way with you,” he told her.

  She could feel his breath getting closer to her. That’s when he placed a gentle kiss on her back.

  His fingers moved her hair away from her face before he placed the soft material he held over her eyes. It was silk. He tied it around her, and the reminder of the silk draped down her back. Now, even if she wanted to open her eyes, there would be no way to see him.

  She heard him move away from her, his hand returned to her back.

  “Tonight, you are mine,” he said as the bed shifted once more under his weight.

  He was now behind her. The wait for his touch was killing her. Kara didn’t want to wait any longe
r. She wanted him now.

  Just as his cock brushed against her back, loud noses filled the quiet room. Her eyes flew open with dismay.

  Kara woke up startled by the sound of hammering, electric saws and shouting outside her window.

  Still holding on to the covers, she turned to glance at the time. “Come on. Not again,” she called out in frustration.

  Do people really ever have a good morning, or is that just a figure of speech? She surely wasn’t having a good one. She’d been having one just a few moments ago until she was woken up by what was happening outside the house.

  This was the tenth time in the past four weeks she’d had one of her hot dreams interrupted. Ever since renovations began next door, she found herself waking up to blinking appliances and too much noise. The first time it happened, the construction was just getting started. Now it was pretty much a regular thing. Not even on her days off was she able to catch a few extra winks of sleep.

  Slowly tearing herself away from the warm bed, she wrapped the black bed sheet around herself and got up.

  Since she was already awake, and there was no way for her to get back to sleep with all the racket outside, she made her way barefoot down the cold wooden staircase. She saw through the living room window all the action that was going on outside. Workmen hustled back and fourth carrying building materials. Another passed by with a stack of two by four boards on his shoulder, while someone else followed with a stack of lattice boards.

  The neighbors originally said that this project of theirs would all be done in under a month. It had already been four weeks, and it didn’t appear they were any closer to nearing an end.

  As she reached the kitchen, she peered at the battery-operated clock above the oven.

  Kara sighed, and blew a loose strand of hair away from her face. “It’s only eight. Can’t a girl get some beauty sleep, and finish off a good dream fuck?”

  She’d just gotten to the best part of the dream. Her mysterious lover was just about to fuck her from behind. He could make her come repeatedly in every position. If mind-blowing sex ever existed, she was definitely having it with him.